As Harry ran behind the large bin from his bullies, he felt an odd tingling sensation, like what he imagined walking through a cloud would be like. Letting his body move on autopilot, the lad's eyes widened when he twisted, and in a loud crack disappeared and reappeared on the roof of the school. Naturally, this confused the seven year old. How did he get up here? Once his cousin Dudley and his friends were gone Harry climbed down and went to the library to look up what happened.
There, he learned several things. First, the term for what happened was displacement. Specifically he displaced himself and the air to switch places, and the cracking noise was the sudden vacuum being filled in his place. Next was that he could displace things both other than himself and at will. However, Harry thought, The third point was a tad problematic, as he looked towards the one half of a pencil fused to the table.
Yeah, control was going to be a problem to work through.
"Alright, I finally did it!" Harry, now eight, exclaimed. In his hand was a small mechanical pencil. The outside was grey and transparent, granting view into the inner workings. Pausing his celebration and frowning, the last Potter took a closer look at his accomplishment. The lead was missing. "Weird, could have sworn I chose a full one," he mumbled. Checking where he had left the writing implement, Harry cursed. The pencil lead was still there, thankfully unbroken otherwise putting it back together would have been a pain in the butt.
Over the last year he had made significant progress in his displacement abilities. Working up through more and more complex objects was a challenge and the discovery that he could splice things together, while cool, made Harry terrified to displace himself. Additionally, whatever energy fueled his powers currently had a minimum cost to activate, and that cost got larger the larger the item. Later that day he was theorising whether it would be possible to displace properties when an idea struck. "Can I make portals?"
Panting and completely out of energy, a 10 year old Harry Potter collapsed to the forest floor. His greatest creation stood in front of him. With careful planning the young mage had gone to a forest that he had looked up in Germany using his "Flash Air" portals and hiked to a point untouched by humans, and started his biggest experiment.
By displacing the concepts of "castle", "stone", "accelerated growth", "plant consumption", "radius 50 metres" and the most important in his mind, "Flash Air conductive" into a tree, he had set the foundation for an impenetrable fortress that his family could be safe within should he ever have one. Getting up off the ground, he watched as the mineral tree took a more brick like appearance to its bark. The branches and leaves threaded themselves into a concentric domed roof before the edges shot down to meet the upwards roots, fusing to become walls.
Harry portalled out of the way to the top of a particularly tall tree, just out of range of his soon to be home. Observing a building grow, as opposed to be built, was an odd sight to be sure. Still he thought while wiping hair out of his eyes, this would allow him a place to live, as well as do his research.
Between now and the day he'd first considered using gates Harry had changed a lot. His first experiments with concept displacement were, weird to say the least. Memories of rebar created from muscle fibres were violently suppressed. Eventually though, after a year and a half of constant practice he has able to perfect his aspect displacement, as well as freely manipulate and switch the properties of any two foods allowing him to shoot up in height and gain a degree of muscles that while not impossible for someone his age made for the beginnings of an imposing figure.
To complete the transformation, he displaced the eternally messy property of his hair and pushed it onto his cousin, while doing the same with his poor eyesight to Aunt marge's dog Ripper. The result was someone who couldn't look less like the 'delinquent' nephew of the perfectly normal Dursleys. "Happy birthday to me," Harry murmured to himself elatedly.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"A wizard, huh? Well that explains a fair bit I guess," stated Harry. Feeding the owl a piece of bacon, he grabbed a pen and some paper and quickly sent a reply, requesting instructions on how to get his supplies.
Turning back to his latest experiment, Harry keenly observed the crystal that trapped the odd parasite previously stuck in his scar. "Now then. What is the deal with you, my demonic looking friend?" The wraith's livid screaming continued even as the Potter approached with a slightly manic grin and a fish hook shaped knife appearing in his hand.
"So professor Flitwick I have a question." Harry said as he walked through Diagon Alley with his guide.
"Yes Mr Potter?"
"If you all have magic, and can make portals and flying broomsticks and all that, why make the entrance to, I presume, the biggest shopping area in the country so run down looking?"
"Well Mr Potter, the answer is actually quite simple: The magic factor."
"So basically for the aesthetics?"
"Yes." Professor Flitwick replied amusedly as they entered Ollivanders'.
"Hello, mr pott-"
"Ahh!" Harry yelled, activating his stone fist displacement and punching at the voice behind him, who turned out to be… an old man. Stopping just before impact caused a slight gust of wind to pick up, and the boy coughed into his hand while undoing the switch rendering his arm complex minerals, embarrassed. "You startled me."
"I can see that," Ollivander seemed to find it just as funny as Flitwick judging by the muffled laughter. "Now, let's see about getting you a wand."
"Harry Potter!"
'Is that him?'
'He's taller than I thought.'
'Where are his glasses?'
Rolling his eyes, the prodigious mage stepped up to the stool and allowed the hat to be placed on his head. "Well now, this is quite interesting."
'Indeed, now seeing as we both know where I'm expected to go and where I'd be most suited for, why don't we compromise and send me where I want to go?'
"Ha! You know what you want, decisiveness is a good trait to have."
'I should bloody hope so!'
"Very well, better be Ravenclaw!"
Professor Mcgonnagal looked strangely wistful. "Very well done Mr Potter, 10 points to ravenclaw."
Hermione Granger looked like she swallowed a lemon.
Harry thought that switching the concept of matchstick to that of an iron needle to be fairly simple and resolved to just continue planning his next power creation. The Aspect Knife was good, but he needed more ranged options. Maybe an anti-magic gun?
As the students around him began to panic, Harry noticed a distinct lack of granger at the Gryffindor table. He got up and started making his way to her last known location, the girls bathroom. He may not like the girl, but he wasn't just going to let her get crushed by the troll.
Hearing a roar come from inside as he arrived, Harry rushed in just in time to redirect what would have been a fatal blow for Hermione. Quickly manifesting the Aspect Knife, he slashed upward and pushed the concept of blade from the fish hook shaped artefact forward. The air shimmered as a razor edge of wind managed to slice the troll clean in two. This, of course, was enough time for the teachers to get in, seeing a bisected troll and two students, one with a knife.
"An invisibility cloak?" Harry mused. He was on his own in ravenclaw tower on christmas. "This will certainly be useful," he chuckled as the invisibility cloak of the Peverells, not that he knew that, was dropped into a Flash Air gate by his feet. The echoes of his laughter lingered even as he shimmered out of the human eyes' ability to view.
"The mirror of erised," Dumbledore started. Harry whirled around to see the headmaster looking directly at him despite the younger's use of the invisibility cloak, "a most wonderful creation, and a most dangerous one. Many have sunk into madness staring at its contents, while more still have simply withered away. Have you divined it's secret?"
"Yeah, the mirror writing gave it away rather easily. 'I show not your face, but your heart's desire'. It shows you what you want most. It could allow you to see the past, an alternate present or a possible future, even the impossible, it all depends on the viewer."
"Correct, and I dare say that you have discovered more about it tonight than most would in their lives," Dumbledore smiled, "now if I were to guess your vision, it would be that of your parents," a slightly manipulative glint entered his eye, almost unnoticeable. Almost.
Harry, having undone his new invisibility skill, looked back at the mirror. Six people were sitting in the living room of what he recognised as his castle. Two teenagers, two children and two adults. The adult male was obviously him, older and wearing casual clothes, while the blonde woman's face was blurred.
The teens looked similar to the adults, with the boy wearing a red shirt and jeans that matched his glasses, and the girl wore a blouse and skirt, with her hair in twin tails. The children couldn't have been older than ten, one blonde like her sister and the other with bright red hair. They were both sitting on the floor, smiling like a particularly funny joke had been told.
"... I see my family," Harry finally said.
"Well now Quirrell, this is an unexpected surprise." Harry chuckled. Before him was the turbaned professor, standing in front of the mirror of erised.
"Yes, p-p-poor s-s-stuttering p-p-professor Quirrell doesn't quite seem the type, does he?" The purple clothed man sneered. "Seems more like Snape's thing honestly. Now shut up boy, and watch as I steal the philosopher's stone!"
"Ah, so that's what's in here! I must say, that'll be useful for my forays into alchemy."
"I said silence!" Quirrell thundered. "Now, I see myself. I'm handing the stone to my master. But how do I get it?"
"Use the boy," a sibilant hiss came from inside Quirrel's turban.
"Did… did the back of your head just speak? You might want to get that looked at."
"Stop stalling brat, and get over here!" Quirrell roared. Harry shrugged, and walked over.
"Let me speak to him," came the raspy voice again.
"But master," Quirrel's voice wavered.
"I have strength enough for this," with a last moment of hesitation Quirrel undid his turban. Beneath was a face that would haunt most people's nightmares, with red eyes and two slits for a nose.
"Harry potter, so we meet again," unmuffled the voice was even worse, like a thousand snakes all hissing in agony.
"Christ, you're an ugly bas- wait again?" Harry was confused, a face that fucked up was hard to forget.
"Yes, you foolish child, I am lord Voldemort! Now tell me, what do you see?"
"Okay first off, fuck you for thinking I could remember shit from when I was a year old. Second, I see the same thing I saw last time, my family- no, wait, I tell a lie. The other me is holding a sign." That was all he said before bursting out laughing. He had to lean against the mirror to stay upright, one arm out of view.
"What is so funny, you impudent brat!" Voldemort snapped.
"Ah, not much. Just the fact that neither of us can get the stone. In order to remove it from the mirror, you need to want the philosopher's stone but not want to use it." Harry grinned.
"You lie, I can sense the stone on you!" the dark lord roared. Immediately ropes fired out of Quirrel's wand, ready to ensnare Harry only to fail as a portal opened up, redirecting them to a corner of the room.
"I didn't, I simply neglected to inform you of my ability to displace things on the conceptual level. Through that little skill of mine I could simply reach into the mirror and get it that way." the young mage explained.
"Kill him!"
"Avada kedavra!" Quirrel yelled. This naturally didn't go well against someone who can open portals. One Flash Air gate swallowed up the killing curse while another spat it back out, directly behind the Psychotic professor. As the dead body dropped to the ground, Harry sighed before putting the precious artefact in his lab and exiting.
"That was disappointing."
"Hm, the defence books are all by this Gilderoy Lockhart bloke. Wonder if they're fans of his?" Harry pondered. "Ah well, guess it doesn't matter. Riddle, please set up the projection-type gate to the first mechashift configuration."
"Of course sir."
"RAVENCLAW!"
The small blonde girl got off the stool and sat across from the last potter. "Hello Darius."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Miss Lovegood, my name is Harry."
"Oh I know, but uncle Zelretch says that I should call the first displacement user I meet Darius. He didn't say why though."
Harry blinked. "You know, normally I'd question how you knew that but I've met Zelretch so I'll dub you Pandora, both in retaliation for the nickname and to reference all the chaos we're going to cause. Now let's eat, shall we?" indeed, as the two spoke the food had appeared.
'Pandora' merely smiled.
"Me," Lockhart said, pointing at a painting of himself on the wall, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, third class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's most-charming-smile award - but I won't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon banshee by smiling at her after all!"
Surprisingly, the joke mostly landed, but that might have just been because a good portion of the class was made of twelve year old girls.
The next two hour waste of time was spent answering the dumbest fucking quiz in, quite posibly all of time. By question five Harry just gave up answering and just worked on his notebook for the rest of it. By the time the foppish professor collected the test from hell, he had partially designed a submolecular alchemical circle. That was how hard he was concentrating on avoiding the thing. He started making the impossible.
"The chamber of secrets?" Harry questioned. "Heh, sounds like a good workshop area if nothing else."
Next to him Luna nodded, before turning and gut punching Malfoy because he was being obnoxious, ranting about mud for blood or something.
"God, I love you."
"Hey darius?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are we doing this potentially very dangerous experiment in the middle of Hagrid's pumpkin patch?"
Harry stopped carving for a moment to look at his friend. "Oh that's easy. This will likely require a ton of power. This pumpkin patch happens to grow on top of a bridge between two leylines, it's likely why they grow so large so fast. Thus, we are going to syphon from this convenient power well, as opposed to in the castle where we could be found almost immediately. Now since this will be yours, would you care to do the honours?"
"Of course," Luna skipped forwards and placed one hand on either stone contact plate. Immediately, blue lightning appeared and began to fuse the materials on the large transmutation circle into a complex shape.
Standing with the head wedged in the circle was a six foot tall spear, with tungsten and copper circuit line inlays and a shorter blade on the other side. When the girl took hold, edges shifted rapidly as it condensed and flattened into a bracer around her arm with an eight point star motif.
"Might I present the star spear version one!" Harry did a little wave of his hands for flair. "While a bit of a rush job, the basic formula for mechanised alchemy is a resounding success. It has a few basic features though, mainly," he tapped the centre of the star, "an Air gate anchor, so you can always visit during the- oof!" the older preteen collapsed when Luna barrelled into him with a hug.
"Thank you." even muffled, the raw emotion was palpable, "I love it!"
Harry just smiled and returned the embrace. "No problem."
Darius was on a motherfucking mission. Someone hurt Luna, and now whoever this 'heir of slytherin' was was a dead man. Or woman, he didn't judge and it wasn't like it mattered once they were a corpse. Hermione was caught in the same attack, and had found both the location of his enemy's future cadaver, and the species of the beast that did this.
Jumping down the pipe, Darius manifested his full durability form, skin turning matte black with metallic grey angular lines and summoned the armament he created during the summer. The first fuel shell ignited, and with a whispered "direkte: shell einz" he punched the snake shaped door in. Jumping down to the floor of the chamber, he stalked to the other end to find a comatose child? Who is this rand- wait nevermind this is Luna's Weasley friend. Why was she down here?
"She won't wake." oh who's THIS- wait. Slytherin. Older year. Absolutely dripping with smug energy. This is the heir.
Making a slice with the Aspect knife he watched the older teen get rent in half… and then pull himself back together. "That will not work, strange metal boy, what are you anyway?"
"The same could be asked of you. A ghost?"
"A memory, stored in that diary. As Ginny poured her soul-" the rest of his explanation would be forever lost, as Darius sent out two air blades to quarter the diary. The projection let out an unearthly howl as lines of light engulfed it, before he vanished with a final burst of energy.
"Huh," Harry mumbled, "that was anticlimactic. Satisfying, but anticlimactic." He heard a groan behind him, as the weasley child started to wake up.
The outline of a doorway made of blue squares appeared in Harry's living room, causing Harry to pause in his breakfast as a dirty blonde mane of hair popped out. "Hello Darius, happy birthday!"
"Hello Pandora, and thank you. Have you gotten the letter yet?" Harry smiled.
Luna had a full on grin on her face, "yep. Apparently we'll be focusing on dangerous magical creatures." her face turned serious. "Supposedly there's a criminal that broke out of Azkaban to kill you. Some death eater called Sirius black."
Harry froze. Getting up he commanded, "Riddle. Find a list of known death eaters with the letter B starting their last name."
"Of course sir."
"Darius, no offence but how will Riddle help in this situation?"
Harry's smile got positively shark-like, "Why that is simple Pandora. Riddle's core is made from the soul fragment of one tom marvolo riddle, better known to the wizarding world as lord voldemort."
"And might I introduce your new defence against the dark arts teacher, Remus Lupin!" applause followed as the worn out looking man waved from the head table.
"Snape looks like someone spat in his dinner," Luna whispered in his ear. Harry shivered.
"Seriously stop, you're going to get us in trouble." The girl pouted at him, prompting an eye roll. "Yeah yeah, I know, party pooper and all that. But you are right, he looks outright apoplectic. Potentially homicidal professors aside, how are you doing with your Magecraft?"
"Good. I'm almost ready for my first enhancement process."
"Oh yeah? What did you choose to refine into a near godly skillset anyways?"
"I decided to stick with the theme that my weapon has and use Astromancy. I'm going to use the stars and constellations as power sources and ways to improve things."
"Oh, right? And how's that enhancement thing going to work?"
"I made a book that's linked to the stars. It should allow me to attune myself to certain constellations with complementary aspect stars, granting me access to a sort of, evolution web."
"Welcome to ancient runes. I am professor babbling, and today we are looking at the basics of runic languages and how they form…"
The rest of the lesson blurred as Harry rapidly switched between focussing on the information being displayed, how to weave runes and his other subject of arithmancy into future projects and the professor's great ass. Curse his teenage hormones!
"Uh… class dismissed. Harry I recommend you go to madam pomfrey's office, that looked painful." Harry stood there with a bloodied distorted arm, sleeve torn to shreds and breathing heavily. Embedded in the opposite side of the room's wall was Darius Ainsworth, an already cauterised hole going straight through his chest. Slowly he faded into smoke that flowed into the wardrobe off to the side, revealing its status as a boggart.
"W-well… at least I know my greatest fear now. Myself without limits or morals," was all Harry whispered before he collapsed.
"So is no one going to point out the obvious fact that if Black was after you, he wouldn't have gone to Gryffindor tower?" Luna asked as they cuddled in a corner of the giant sleepover space that currently made up the great hall.
"Probably not. I'm not sure if you've noticed it, but you my dear are a rare example of a magic user with common sense," the last Potter replied. "So, are we sneaking out to try out your attunements?"
"Of course," Luna sounded offended that he would think otherwise. Then she got a mischievous grin on her face. "Also, there's a part of the simultaneous attunement that I forgot to mention."
"And what's that?"
"A tantric ritual."
Face, meet palm. Hope you two become good friends. "Pandora we're fifteen."
"Your point?"
"You're just fucking with me aren't you?" Harry deadpanned.
"Nope!" Luna's expression was positively salacious.
"Goddamnit."
"You wanted to talk to me, Professor Lupin?" Harry asked. It was december 21st, and most of the school had gone home. That included Luna, but she would be popping in that night to assist in tech transmutations. She also wanted to help him to make a new weapon, one with an inconspicuous alternate state to carry around all the time.
"Yes, Harry. Now, I'd like to talk to you about your boggart. I understand that Sirius Black can be scary, but here at-" that was as far as the werewolf got before Harry burst out laughing.
"You- you think that was Black!? That guy's a fucking pebble on the powerscale of what iIm afraid of most!"
"Harry, this isn't a laughing matter! Black is an incredibly dangerous criminal! Who could it possibly have been other than him!" Lupin shouted.
The displacement mage let out a couple more chuckles before calming down. "Ah, that was a good one, but several things about what you said are wrong. First is black being dangerous. I practice displacement magecraft, so he literally couldn't so much as touch me unless I wanted him to. Next is him being a criminal, but I can see where you might have been confused there. Despite the fact that he was put in azkaban for twelve years before escaping, he was never convicted or even put on trial. Finally, my boggart is quite simple: it's me." Each word hit Lupin like a truck.
"W-what?!"
"Yeah, that was my reaction too. To be precise that was Darius Ainsworth, an alter ego of sorts, in my older body. That was me without morals or limits," spotting the professor's horrified and confused expression he quickly explained, "see, the range of my abilities comes from my morals. The obvious solutions to problems in my development are worked around. He has, or rather had, stronger skills, but I have enough sheer diversity that I could surprise him fairly easily."
"Oh no you fucking don't!" there was a flash of metal as the starspear went directly through a dementor's skull. Harry and Sirius whirled around to see Luna running full tilt at them,,, and the horde of over one hundred dementors.
Demonstrating the passive effects of attunement, she covered over two hundred metres in four seconds, ripped the sharp implement out of the dissolving monstrosity, then swung the weapon to release an energy wave. "Took you long enough! I sent the distress signal twenty minutes ago!"
"Not my fault dementors interfere with signals!" Luna retorted. She ducked as a Direkte beam fired out and disintegrated a group of cloaked abominations. The last member of the black family in the background realised that he was the weakest member of this little group. However, that didn't matter as the dementors were pressuring them too much… pressure. Harry had another idea.
"Pandora, out the way! I'm going to open a gate!"
Luna retreated, and Harry concentrated. A Flash Air portal opened beneath and above the dementors, the top one slamming them into the other gate with a solid pillar of water they both shut off.
"Where did you send them?"
"Bottom of the mariana trench. The pressure will keep them trapped, if nothing else."
"Harry potter!"
"No."
"Mr Potter you don't have a choice," Dumbledore insisted. This was his chance to control the brat, consequences be damned.
Harry snorted at that, while beside him Luna giggled lightly. "Au contraire bitch, you'll find I can!" walking to stand in front of the goblet of fire people started muttering angrily, wondering how he got in. "See, I have this neat little technique known as contract severance. It does what it says on the tin. Normally i wouldn't use it for this because it also destroys the item, but I have a particular hatred of things that fuck with souls, which the goblet would have to do to remove a person's magic. So…"
Without further prompting Harry launched an air blade from his Aspect Knife at the artefact, watching as ethereal chains appeared then disintegrated, and the cup split in half. From that a glowing amber gem clattered down. The last potter walked over and picked it up, only for the strange object to sink into his skin. He blinked once, twice. "That was a fae Solar Eather Reactor. I thought the only one that existed was in Gawain, linked to Excalibur Galatine,'' Harry whispered in awe. Luna started cackling in the background.
"Hey potter! Catch!"
A length of rope flew through the air… only to be displaced and hit mad eye moody instead.
In Little Hangleton a small homunculus screamed in rage.
"Harry potter, for summoning dementors to little whining, Surrey and breaking the statute of secrecy through their use of the dementor's kiss on muggles, you are sentenced to death through the veil. How do you plead?"
The teen in question finished his drink and sighed. "Not guilty for several reasons. First, if I were exposed to dementors then I would sooner trap them with the horde from my third year, at the bottom of the mariana trench."
While the politicians sputtered about how impossible that was, Harry ploughed on, "next is the fact that I haven't been living in Surrey since I was ten. Third and most important is that I had an alibi. If you actually cared about this farce, you would have checked with everyone I interact with. At the time this attack happened I was at the lovegood house helping set up an amplification device for star magic. So the question becomes, who actually sent the dementors?"
"Voldemort's after a prophecy," Sirius explained.
"Okay, but that doesn't explain why you're guarding it," Harry replied.
"In case the death eaters steal it, obviously!" Mrs Weasley said.
"So the prophecy is about the death eaters." This was getting confusing.
"No, Tom is a subject of the prophecy," Dumbledore interjected.
"Then why are you guarding the prophecy from the death eaters when they can't touch it, and the only enemy who can touch the prophecy can only be defeated or stalemated by three people here?" Luna, ever the voice of amusing logic, pointed out.
Dead silence. "Well when you put it like that it sounds like the plan of a moron." Tonks quietly stated.
"That's because it is." Harry said, exasperated.
As Harry went to the door, Dumbledore's voice echoed from the meeting room. "Harry my boy, where are you going?"
"Horcrux hunting," was the only reply.
The comedic stumbling the headmaster went through in his rush to reach the door was very amusing to listen to Luna talk about, as were the old man's ravings about how he was a 'second dark lord' due to the younger man's general knowledge of horcruxes.
What was significantly less funny, however, was the crackhead gandalf impersonator's immediate decision to try and kill Luna under the logic of her being a living horcrux. That had cemented dumbledore on his shit list, although it was weird how certain he was, seeing as there'd never been a documented case of a living horcrux. It was almost as if he had seen one… oh. OH! That was priceless, and he called Harry a dark lord!
Calling Luna, he gave permission to start construction on something they had deemed too immoral and dangerous to exist under normal circumstances: Project Box.
The locket was actually pretty difficult to find, turns out someone had stolen the original and left a fake. However by backtracking the initials and spending an unnecessary amount of time negotiating with Kreacher, he got the original.
The cup's location was known, but without coordinates and the known height he couldn't use Flash Air. Harry didn't need the goblet, however it would have been nice.
The diadem was by far the easiest to collect, all he had to do was ask for the horcrux and there it was. The ring by contrast might have been the most difficult one to gain. Harry had to fight against the compulsion on the ring and simultaneously dismantle the necrotic flesh curse. If it weren't for his training to use parallel processing, one of the concepts he permanently infused to himself, Harry might have had a problem.
After all that it was simplicity itself for Luna and himself to set up a damage reflection alchemical circle, honestly the hardest part of the whole endeavour was figuring that thing out, and using it to eliminate all the existing fragments of voldemort. Riddle was exempt as the concept of being the Ainsworth outweighed that of being a fraction of the self styled dark lord. Overall this took a week and a half, giving the two of them plenty of time to themselves to finally relax.
Harry Potter's fifth, sixth and seventh years at the wizarding school of Hogwarts were fairly calm with some exceptions. Harry formally introduced himself to Mr Lovegood as Luna's boyfriend. That was the most nervous he'd been in years.
Turns out there was never anything to worry about as Xenophilius greeted him warmly, and laughed for a solid five minutes when he heard Luna's nickname. Apparently it was the name of the man's great grandmother, who looked nearly identical to Luna in the family pictures.
Dumbledore tried to kill Harry in the middle of sixth year, ranting about how he was a horcrux and that the younger of the two needed to die for Tom to finally perish. Help came in an unlikely form as Snape stunned the ancient man from behind, where he immediately fell into the ultimate work of the magus power couple: Pandora's box. A container that would render its occupant immortal, but they could never leave. The original purpose was to send out a copy of the soul inside to grant full, true endless life. This was scrapped and an incomplete version that monitored and protected humanity was used as Albus' ultimate prison. He would know everything for eternity, but be able to do nothing with the information.
Harry 'Darius' Potter decided to try and grow a goatee to look more refined, but ended up with just stubble instead. Apparently it suited him. He eventually figured out how to use displacement magecraft to make high speed, low cost space travel, and how to terraform entire planets, slowly, but still leagues faster than technology would allow. He started with venus straight after making an orbital station so he wasn't away from home for more than a day. His greatest challenge yet was completed by 2010.
Luna 'Pandora' Lovegood eventually figured out a way to gradually reveal magic to the general populace, and even grant it to them. This kickstarted what would be known as the great age of thaumaturgy, an era that would last for over a thousand years.
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Hello there!
For those who want a chapter of Spirit Chimaera, that probably won't be happening for a while. I'm currently stuck at the diagon alley section, and am unsure where to go from there. There's just a bunch of ways I can go about it. Do I want to gloss over it? Do I want him to be curious? Dismissive? Pissed about false information from books regarding him? Do I want to give him a new wand, or stick with the phoenix feather and holly? There are a lot of directions I can go with it that could butterfly effect outward, you know?
Anyway, this is the first chapter of One Week One Shots. The idea is to take a power or skill, and apply them to a character. I then write up to the last televised point, seeing how they evolve and change. The goal for this is to improve my writing skills. As you can see, giving a potentially broken power to a child with high curiosity and no comprehension of limits is a surefire way to quickly evolve those powers.
I won't pretend that this is going to be updated regularly nor will I say that any or every one of these will be good. The first because I'll be taking an entire series' worth of major plot points, altering them, and then cramming all of it into a week. Any chapters that happen back to back will be entirely coincidental, or I'm in the zone during that period of time. Secondly, well I'm new to writing. This project is entirely to improve my writing speed, quantity, quality, everything.
Regardless, this chapter is supposed to be an introduction and a bit of a crack fic idea honestly. It was rushed, I'll admit that. But I think for the first attempt it went fairly well.
Please comment any skills or powers you want me to use and a basic description for it in case they aren't known to me. I want to see how many different things people come up with.
Ja ne!