Forsworn

HP/SV

XXVIII: Fubar

Harry found himself floating, floating in sweet nothingness. The shot to his head hadn't broken his aura reserves but the head hitting the floor twice had. "Hello, Little One." Came a joyful voice. Harry turned to find himself at eye level with a woman.

She appeared to be of Asian heritage, garbed in black skinny jeans and a tank top with black heeled boots. Her jewellery is minimal, the same with her tattoo. Harry's eyes widened as he recognised the Ankh and the Eye of Horus "Death."

Death chuckled and pulled Harry into a hug "My dear descendent of my favourite Peverelle Brother. The only one with a lick of sense, how come, you have so little? Getting wrapped up in my younger cousins' arguments."

Harry felt like his legs were full of lead "Please…explain."

Death chuckled "Okay…The Gods and the Endless are immortal beings of the multi-omniverse. Yes, the multi-omniverse is a thing, don't worry about it that much. Anyway, you've been brought in to be the middle entity of their argument, manifesting in the form of Ozpin/Oscar and Salem."

"I understand that much…but, not what that really means."

Death chuckled "Don't…the more you try to understand the more likely you are to cause well…the destruction of the world. That's not a bad thing as all things must end; BUT, it happens ahead of Destiny and Destiny doesn't like things happening until precisely they're meant to and you Harry, are not to die yet. Let me tell you this, you get through this little immediate debacle, and you get your reward. Now wake up."

With that Harry woke up. He found himself staring at the barrel of a revolver "You…should have pulled the trigger." His eyes blazed white as he channelled wind dust into the shove. Asturias sailed back through the air as he heard the sound of someone screaming. "VELVET!"

Harry got to his feet and he saw his girlfriend impaled on the tail of the Death Stalker. His control snapped.

To the school defenders, no one was quite certain of what was happening; aside from the fact that it felt like Mother Nature herself was being let loose within the academy. Yatsuhashi turned his head as he effortlessly beheaded a Grimm; as lightning, pure honest lightning snaked across the ceiling before vaporising another Grimm.

The warriors of the Crown turned to see the traitor standing! "You should be running!" Came the traitors words. The traitor was floating! Honest to Grimm floating three inches off the floor. Fire in his hands, lightning running up and down his arms causing miniature rainfall, dampening and obscuring everyone's vision. Then it occurred, a natural red eye closed as the silver eye began to glow.

For those who were present for the defence of Beacon Academy, the similar and familiar resplendent incandescent white silver light erupted out of Harry's open and shut eyes. The Students and Staff watched in awe and horror as the Grimm were immolated or turned to stone.

As for the forces of The Crown quailed beneath the force of nature that had been unleashed. Harry wasn't interested in taking prisoners, thankfully, others were. Lightning bolts crackled, and flames scorched the insides of the school as Harry almost casually created a perimeter of destruction as he held Velvet's unconscious form.

The erratic explosion of power from Harry was all that was required to turn the tide of the battle. The students managed to arrest the majority of the Crown, however, Carmine fled with Bertilak following her. And as for Jax, well he got lobotomised by Yatsuhashi.

Velvet in the pandemonium had finally woken up. It was kind of hard not to be passed out from being stabbed; when you were being held by a literal furnace. "Harry?" She turned, and on literal fire and with what appeared to be other elements and looking remarkably whole and healthy and utterly unphased from the most recent and chaotic set of events was her boyfriend.

Harry looked down at Velvet and it was as if a switch was flipped. Harry collapsed, back resting against an overturned table. Velvet straddled his knee, and draped her arms around his neck. Velvet was accustomed to seeing Harry at his happiest and down low, but, she'd never seen him like this before; she'd never seen him so exhausted and broken before. She'd observed moments of this but never this explicit. "You mean everything, to him."

"I'm here, love…I have a hole in my shoulder…I had…a hole in my shoulder." Harry looked up and snorted, tears running down his face.

"My tears have minor regenerative healing properties, I think I've told you this before."

Velvet nudged his shoulder "Just shut up and hold me." Harry chuckled and he did just that. At that moment for the pair of them, everything was just right between them before Velvet said one thing.

"You, Harry, do realise that you're naked."