Summary: Continues right after HBP (including spoilers). Harry is about to leave Hogwarts for good by himself against the will of his friends when a memory of something Dumbledore said before pops into his mind. Deciding to take action based on this memory, Harry decides to remain at Hogwarts for a while longer and train a bit more before going into the world on his own. What he discovers afterwards about himself and the world marks the beginning of a war of unimaginable proportions. This is a story inspired by Warcraft 3, Reign of Chaos. Also, bits of other shows and books are involved such as Matrix, Lord of The Rings, and Full Metal Alchemist (not enough to actually make it a crossover).
Arthur's Note: Ok, let me see here… (Counts fingers) that's 19 reviews in one chapter! Wow, I never thought that I could do something like this, but then again, this may get my head swelled up so much that I start writing worse (takes out a pin and deflates his head). There, that is much better. I'm glad to see that people reviewing and putting in their thoughts and suggestions. I think I'm going to end up liking this chapter too except for the fact that about half of it would be more background build up for Harry as the character and for those who don't know much about the Warcraft world (see how I didn't put world of Warcraft there?). I'll skip the more news and such for after the story because if anyone reading this is like me, they hate notes in the beginning and probably ignores it. So on to the story for now.
IMPORTANT NOTICE: I don't know about anyone else, but it has been brought to my attention that some people don't seem to get that Harry is talking to Dumbledore's Portrait at the moment. I thought I was clear before so I want this to be clear right now. Also, I want people who don't know anything about Warcraft to relax because doesn't know anything either, you'll understand the same time that he does when he hears explanation(s).
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Harry Potter other than perhaps the actual books that are published. This is written for fun and definitely not profit. I also do not own anything relating to Warcraft. Anything here you recognize, I do not own it, and otherwise, it's probably my innovation or invention.
The Gathering Series Book One
The Gathering Twilight
Chapter Three:
Unarmed and DangerousFrom last chapter…
If the old professor had been surprised before, it was nothing compared to the look that he wore. This remained for a couple of minutes as Harry closed the door just in time to stop Ke'Tha. As Harry turned back towards his old mentor, he saw an amplified amount of twinkling light from Dumbledore's eyes as he broke out into a wide knowing grin with a bit of maliciousness that Harry had only seen in Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort before…
Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way that his old mentor was looking at him, he was too distracted (along with the pain from his lack of a right arm and eye) to notice that the roof of the office was opening up and the furniture in the office were slowly but surely moving away from Harry.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day that you would say those very words in this very office Harry." Dumbledore said, eyes shining brighter than ever and tears rolling down his wizened cheeks. Resisting the urge to tell the former headmaster that he was already dead, Harry just nodded before finally beginning to look around him and realize that something was going to happen. Something that would change just about everything he knew about the world.
Looking about him, Harry noticed that there was strange writing on the ground beneath him. The biggest character was right under his feet while smaller characters spread about forming eight lines of characters and symbols that are spaced out equally. Kneeling down, he examined what he thought was some sort of ritual circle. The eight lines seem to come to life and stood erected forming Harry in some sort of cage.
Looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a reassuring smile, Harry cursed those twinkling eyes of his with a passion for what must have been the hundredth time. At this time, he saw that four lines turned blue while the other four turned red. The red lines began to revolve counterclockwise while the blue ones moved in the other direction slowly increasing speed, making Harry somewhat nauseous.
"What's going on?" Harry shouted over the wind that had somehow picked up due to the ritual to an eagerly watching Dumbledore. Likewise, the other portraits seemed to be paying a lot of attention to him as well. Smiling mysteriously in return, Dumbledore gestured for him to be quiet with a finger pressed against his own mouth.
Having a bad feeling about this, Harry put himself into a futile defensive position with his remaining arm gripping his wand tightly and positioned in front of his chest. Just as he crouched down a little, the lines of blue and red characters seemed to grow and extend through the hole in the ceiling. Still confused as to what was going on, his eyes widened a little upon seeing a yellow light that seem to approach him from the endless void above him. Bracing himself, he felt, or rather, saw the pillar of yellow light engulf him, as he really couldn't feel anything.
Before barely being able to process that though, Harry felt the affects of the light. It was as if the gravity suddenly multiplied by ten, and then ten again, and such. He wondered why he didn't collapse already when he looked down at his body to see himself not moving an inch (he found that he could only move his eyes, his head was immobile). It was like he was frozen still, his body unable to move even if it was an exterior force that was trying to make him budge.
Soon Harry began to worry about something else as sparks of static electricity began to spring up from the floor beneath him. Moving around Harry with snake like movements, the sparks began to form into chains of lightning. Without another second spared, three chains (for that's how many that were formed) struck at him. Relieved that his arm was somewhat blocking the path to where his heart is, he was horror struck to see that the chain aiming for his heart phased through his arm and struck right where what some people called the "most vital organ of the human body" was.
He didn't have time to feel the pain before another struck between his eyes and into his brain and the final one striking his scar. Feeling a pain that was like fire burning his heart, ice freezing his brain, and thunder striking his scar, Harry wanted to collapse onto the floor and just die, it was too much pain.
He didn't notice the yellow light turning into various different colours, or the same happening to the character lines and the giant symbol underneath him. What he noticed was a paling Dumbledore who looked the same way he looked just before Severus Snape had killed him. He looked like something was terribly wrong and was desperate to do something to help. He couldn't do anything though, as a flash of blazing white light signified that something big, well, bigger than what was already happening was about to take place.
The chain of lightning connected to Harry's heart began turning gold from the tip attached to him and was slowly spreading out like a virus. A couple of seconds later the entire chain was turned gold and stretched to touch the still revolving character lines (now white and black). Immediately upon interaction the white lines began to turn to the same colour of gold in a similar fashion as the chain before.
As Harry watched the gold ascending to the top, he saw that the chain from his head began to change to a silver colour. The same happened with the black lines this time turning into the same silver colour. Finally when both sets of character line were changed, a head splitting pain erupted from his scar much worse than anything Voldemort could do. In his mind's eye, he could see Voldemort falling down in his throne room and writhing on the floor. Instead of turning colours like the other two, this third chain began to change from the lightning like substance that it was made from into a thick flow of blood. Also, this chain instead connected to the middle of the character beneath his feet.
Soon, instead of being bathed in the once yellow light (now a shade of pink of all colours), Harry was swimming in what appears to be his own blood. He was contained in a cylinder of blood with silver and gold bars surrounding him. The pressure then increased by hundred folds. For lack of a better term, Harry felt that he was somehow imploding. Everything seemed to turn into fire and was sucked into his left palm. In another flash of light (though there was no such thing as a black light, or was there?), the room was filled with smoke.
A sudden gust of wind from the open window began to clear everything up. Dumbledore sat in his painted chair looking as white as a ghost and mouth hanging open. 'Never would I have imagined…' He began to think, still trying to see through the remaining smoke and surprisingly, flashes of electricity. 'He… so much power… and the will…' After what had happened, Dumbledore couldn't think straight.
Harry, at the mean time, began to feel cold. It appears that just about all of his cloths were burned off except for (thankfully) his brooms and snitches boxers. Never had he loved that particular piece of clothing so much considering that Ron nearly laughed his head off when he saw Harry's Christmas present from Dobby this year. Shivering a little, Harry brought his arms around and tried to rub some warmth into them. His eyes widened when he remembered something. 'Wait a minute… two arms?' Harry though, looking down at himself. Sure enough, there, covering the right portion of his chest was some sort of breastplate connected to a shoulder piece of armour, which, in turn, was attached to his new arm. The entire piece was made out of platinum
That wasn't what really intrigued him though. There were various gold, silver, and runic markings on his new arm. Also, in his new metallic palm, there was what appeared to be a ruby right in the middle, though it didn't look like it was there for no reason. Checking his other arm, he saw that there was something weird about that too. From his wrist to his elbow, there were the same characters (though very faint) that were once on the floor, making his arm look like a gold and silver zebra. All of the characters were connected to the inside of his left palm, which now bore the once giant character underneath him. In the background of this character was the yin-yang symbol.
Looking out with one eye, Harry closely examined his more organic arm to see that the characters were slightly bleeding. Getting up, Harry noticed two things, one, everything seemed to be smaller to him, or rather, shorter than him. The other… 'Hey, how come my field of vision changed?'
Turning to look at Dumbledore, he heard gasps from the occupants of the other portraits. "Mind telling me what's going on old man?" He said coldly, surprised at his tone and voice. He was bitter at having to have suffered through so much pain despite his new arms and eye. Dumbledore seemed to have snapped out of his stupor and pulled out what seemed like a wand from his drawn pockets. Pointing at Harry, he muttered a spell, which caused Harry to scowl and duck. He didn't need to do so though as the spell rather hit the portrait and what appeared to be an image of Dumbledore stepped out of his painting.
Harry looked on wide-eyed only to regain his trail of though when Dumbledore turned to look at him. "That was most unexpected Harry." He said, looking Harry over. "No shit Sherlock!" Harry snapped, still bitter about what he had gone through. Dumbledore frowned in thought (Harry was sure it didn't have anything to do with his choice of vocabulary, and if it was about it, he didn't give a damn). Twirling his wand, Dumbledore once again muttered under his breath and soon his left arm, chest and both legs were bandaged up. Harry was surprised that he didn't feel the wounds before.
Looking around for his own wand, Harry only saw a small pile of ashes that were covering a small red feather. 'Aw damn,' Harry thought, 'now I have to get a new one, someone better explain things to me NOW!' With that thought, Harry looked back at Dumbledore for him to do something. After about five minutes, he conjured up a large mirror for Harry to examine himself. Harry bit back a gasp as he took in his appearance.
Other than his two arms and his eye, he didn't really expect anything else to change. Of course, there was a not-too-small scar over his right eye, but that was expected. There, staring back at him was a youthful looking 6 foot 7 man with jet-black hair that reached to the small of his back. His bangs at the front reached to about his shoulders. His right eye was the exactly same as his other eye but it seemed to pulse with magic. His arms were the same as he saw right after the incident, but his chest was what shocked him the most. He had been somewhat scrawny before, though with plenty of muscles. Now, he was lean and muscular. It wasn't like one of those muscle-man types of figures though, as his body wasn't exactly broad in anyway.
It reminded him of one of those perfect ninja type characters and with his bandages, he felt more like some kind of martial artist. Down at his abs, he was disappointed to see no six-pack, though he didn't mind. The area was flat and appeared to be holding a lot of strength underneath the skin. However, once he felt his abs with his hands, he could actually feel a quite noticeable six-pack. Looking closer, it seems that the lines that were supposed to show off his newly found muscles were just faint. It was probably physically impossible for his abs to look one way and feel another, but hey, this was the magic he was talking about. His legs had seemed to have gotten longer too and were very well proportioned to the rest of his body.
Subconsciously conjuring another roll of bandages, he worked on binding his hair behind into a ponytail (this of Ray form beyblades). It was then that he noticed the last change of his body. Once he was finished putting his hair in a way that he liked it, a medium sized spear head topped off the tip of his hair. It, just like everything else it seems these days, was covered with runic markings.
Finally, after waiting for Harry to finish, Dumbledore began to explain things to him. "Harry," he began, not really knowing how to start, "what just happened was… how do I say this, an ascension or upgrade maybe? That circle that you were just in, that was three ritual circles bounded within a seal of power. The first, out of red characters, was a healing and regeneration ritual circle, used for living thing to recover. The second blue circle was an awakening, ascension, and gift ring, unlocking all powers, curses, and such while also taking you to the best you can be without training. This means this would have been your body naturally should you have been raised in the best possible conditions. Also, this appears to have given you quite some interesting appendages."
"The final was a shamanic seal, the character on your left palm there. It was supposed to transfer some of your energy to me…" Here, Dumbledore raised a hand to stop Harry from making an outburst about him being selfish and "miserable old men". "I needed that energy to get out of my portrait into this form now." He explained, somewhat relieved that his former student calmed down a little. "What shocks me most of all however, is that you retaliated against the circles." At Harry's blank look, Dumbledore signed inwardly not wanting to actually explain what he meant. 'This was supposed to be so much easier.' He thought bitterly.
"Any ritual circle has a great amount of power which urges and works together with the user's power to bring about the results intended for the circle. However, when the circle tried to contact and meld with your own power, something… curious (Harry shuddered at the word remembering the last thing someone said was "curious" about him, or rather, his wand). Your body and power seemed to have thought of this intruding power as a threat and while other people had experienced this too before, your experience was different. Your power was greater than the combined bands and with a sense rebellion, your power clashed with that of the circles, fighting for dominance instead of merging peacefully. In the end, you took the power of the circles as your own, subduing a type of magic nobody was able to perfectly perform for centuries."
Harry took a deep breath as he took all this in. He was confused, if he was so powerful, how come he had so much trouble with basic magic before? As if sensing his inner turmoil, Dumbledore spoke again. "Your power, once suppressed along with other things, was released with the full power of the second ritual. Now you should have the ability to regenerate and heat at rapid speeds, unlocking and helping other people bring about their full power, and some other skills especially those related to shamanism."
Looking at the clock, Harry realized that he had only spent about ten minutes in the office so far. 'Time must not move very fast when you're suffering.' He thought bitterly. "What about this other arm and my eye professor?" Harry asked, wanting to just go… ok, so maybe he didn't want to go back to his "home"… but he still wanted to go to somewhere to rest. "Those, Harry, are the best results that you could have hoped for from the ritual. The eye is called the Eye of Erised, taken after the Mirror of Erised. This eye allows you to see through any illusion, enchantment, invisibility cloaks, and the like. Also, it will show you a target's deepest desires and as you use your eye more and more, you will be able to create illusions to show your target those desires. Should you be able to break past the boundaries of your eyes, you will unlock the Ten Mirrored Eye, and then the Eye of a Hundred Mirrors, and so on. The greatest eye of the kind ever known was the Ten Thousandth-Mirror eye unlocked by Merlin himself."
"Each of those eyes contains the abilities of various magic mirrors, therefore the more you can unlock, the better." Dumbledore finished, letting Harry take all of this in. The latter did do just what the former gave him time to. Harry thought about this for a while, knowing for sure that this would help with the defeat of Voldemort. Feeling ecstatic about his new powers, he looked at Dumbledore with his own version of twinkling eyes (he'd be damned if he did that knowingly) and pressed on with his questions. "What about the arm?" He asked, wondering what it would allow him to do.
Dumbledore sweat dropped at the over zealousness of his former student and his seemingly instant mood swing. "That is something just as great as your eye. It is not a mechanical arm as you might assume. Rather, it is a shell for the real arm within. It is called the Un-Arm. Rather than a limb, flesh, blood, and the sort, the Un-Arm is a void. Should its shell ever crack (which I highly doubt) beyond repair, for it is self-repairing metal, then everything around you shall be sucked into an endless void until you either get another shell somehow or get pulled into the void your self. It is only your magic that is making it move right now, other than your nerves. That ruby is the gate to a tunnel in your arm. There are two gates in this tunnel. Should you open both gates, your arm would become like a vacuum and draw in any sized items, objects, and such. However, if you pull in a living being, then he or she can attack you from the inside, killing you both. Should you open only the inner gate, a red light will shoot form the ruby and scan whatever opponent you have. Once it is done (it only takes a second and is stored in your memory unless you choose for remove it), your arm shell can be morphed into a form based on the enemy and you would be able to use his or her powers for yourself. Lastly, should you touch the enemy without opening either gate, you would be able to silently scan and copy similarly as with before, except this time it's more about stealth."
Dumbledore took a deep breath as he finished. Harry eagerly took everything in so as to know his weapons in the future. "And how to I use them sir?" Dumbledore thought for a while before answering. "You should already be able to use it without a second though." Concentrating a little, Harry felt himself open the inner gate of the Un-Arm and scan Fawks and the spirit Dumbledore. Concentrating, Harry saw his metallic arm turn red and the ruby instead be replaced by a sapphire. Despite the difference, he could still feel the two gates, opening the inner gate only, he saw a small drizzle of water leak out from the jewel.
'Phoenix tears!' Harry thought excitedly, as he then tried with both gates open. It was then that he heard a melody that he had only heard few times before. It was the Phoenix song! Feeling rejuvenated, he concentrated on making his arm morph based on the scan of Dumbledore. Almost immediately, his arm became translucent like a ghost. Trying to touch the wall, he was pleasantly surprised to see his arm go through the wall of stone. Reverting back to his normal arm, he returned his attention back to Dumbledore to find him smiling warmly at him.
"I'm glad to see that you're putting your arm to good use." He said, maintaining his thousand-watt twinkling in his eyes. Rolling his own eyes, Harry wondered if there was anything left for him here. "So… am I done now sir?" He asked, wondering if this was everything, though he definitely wasn't disappointed. "There is much more in store for you Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling even more.
"But first, we need to go up there," he continued, pointing to the hole in the ceiling. Before Harry could say anything else, he felt Dumbledore grip his left shoulder and pull him upwards along with him. Once into the tunnel, Dumbledore directed Harry onto a landing off to the right. "Since when can ghosts touch humans?" He asked, rather confused and suspicious at Dumbledore. "Since they get their power form you." He replied, making Harry blink at the hidden compliment.
Leaving what Dumbledore said for later reference, Harry looked about him only to see darkness. A soft "lumos" from Dumbledore showed Harry an ancient looking door. Gesturing for Harry to go through, Dumbledore quickly found a torch and lit it. Harry opened the heavy looking door with relative ease and stepped into a circular looking room that reeked of death, decay, and blood.
Looking around him, Harry saw four suits of armour wielding clubs. However, the metal used to make them seemed to be some sort of black metal and the plates were outlined with dark blue. Also, instead metal leg armour, they seemed to be united with a long plated skirt-like piece. Harry couldn't see any boots, and wondered how they stayed up. Dumbledore chose that time to talk. "Sorry Harry, but you have to do this by yourself."
Harry started to wonder what he meant before the huge doors snapped back into place and the room he was in lit up all of a sudden. It was then that Harry saw one of the most disgusting sights he had ever saw. Mountains of corpses lay against the circular walls, which were spilled with blood and flesh. Then, a light bluish gas entered the room and into the four suits of armour, animating them on contact. The metal soldiers began to advance on Harry.
He did the first thing that came to his mind, opening the first gate of the Un-Arm; he scanned one of his enemies and somehow knew that they were called Death Reverents. Putting aside the question of how he knew what they were called later, he concentrated until his arm turned black and blue with a diamond in his palm. Feeling only one gate, he opened it and a white light shot out. Grinning, Harry shot one of the suits of armour only to see that it had no affect. Scowling, Harry immediately ducked three swings simultaneously but one hit him of his left shin.
The Reverents stopped a moment and Harry thought they were communicating amongst themselves to come up with a plan about how to kill him. They were strong, but not very fast. Turning their backs on Harry, they seemed to focus their energies and shot four lights that were the same as Harry's before, but at four corpses. Harry watched in morbid fascination as each corpse began to twitch and turn before two skeletons for each dead body formed. Each was armed with a white scimitar and a black shield. It wasn't logical for two skeletons to come out of once corpse, but Harry had more pressing matters to address right now.
Coming up with an idea, Harry concentrated until the Fawks-arm reappeared. Positioning his arm like a gun, Harry fired off a wave of the Phoenix song. It worked just as he thought. The skeletons immediately shattered and one Reverent even died… well… as close to dying as a suit of armour can be. The remaining seemed to be only in pain. Now knowing what to do, Harry brought back his Reverent-arm and shot off as many beams as he could consecutively hitting around ten corpses. His small army now stood before him and the Reverents.
Seeing that they were just standing there, Harry decided to give a command. "Attack them!" He shouted, pointing at the Reverents, before falling on the floor in exhaustion. He didn't know that skeleton summoning would take so much out of him. Maybe that was why the Death Reverents only used it once each. He watched with satisfaction as his skeleton warriors swarmed the enemy and even managed to destroy one.
Feeling encouraged by their performance, Harry leapt up into the air and decided to fight the old fashioned way. He brought his normal Un-Arm back and punched as hard as he could at his enemy's helmet. He was overjoyed to find that he didn't feel any pain at all and that the piece of armour cracked before shattering completely. With that, the gas within it leaked out leaving the armour inactive once more. With only one more enemy to fight with, Harry turned to see that only four of his soldiers were left fighting.
There wasn't a need for any worry though, as just a second after Harry turned, all three skeletons struck with their crude weapons and shattered the platted skirt and thus the Reverent itself. Just as Harry was enjoying a moment of peace at least, a shout from outside alerted him before the door burst open and something dark with wings tackled him.
Harry looked down and saw that his assailant was the same person, or rather, creature that took his original arm. Feeling anger at the pain that it caused him; Harry pushed himself away from the gargoyle unknowingly copying it with his new arm. As they stared each other down several feet away, Harry felt his arm changing and look down to see a stone winged arm with a clawed hand. In his palm this time, was an onyx stone. Perhaps it was subconsciously transformed. 'Yes,' Harry thought, 'let my new arm be the cause of his death.' With that, Harry opened his palm aimed like a gun for the millionth time that day and shot three blades of sickly green light that avenged the loss of his original arm.
The battle finally took its toll on Harry as he sank to his knees… he must have used too much of the Un-Arm or something because the exhaustion was getting greater and greater. He could faintly see a flash of silver before fainting into the blissful land of dreams.
"Ugh," Harry moaned out, opening his eyes. He was apparently on the floor of some room and he had never seen before. Quickly jumping up and going into a defense position, Harry looked around to see the amused expression of one Albus Dumbledore. "Glad to see you're back," he said, smiling jovially, "you've been out for an hour." Nodding a bit, Harry looked around the room to see a blank white room with only a tall stand made out of ivory on a dais.
"Where am I?" Harry asked, still trying to remember what happened before he fainted. "You're in the hall of the first treasure of Hogwarts." Looking confused, Harry began to remember what happened before. "What happened to my skeleton guys?" He asked. "They shattered after about half an hour after you fainted. Quite impressive, I've never known one to last longer than twenty minutes."
'So they weren't permanent,' Harry though, somewhat glad that he wouldn't be stalked by the walking dead where ever he goes. "What are we doing here?" He asked, looking at the dais and getting up, still unfamiliar with his new height. Dumbledore walked towards the object of his vision as a response and gestured for him to follow. "To get you a perfect weapon." Once getting there, Harry saw that there was a drawing on surface of the stand. It was an outline of a person with various body parts circled, such as the heart, head, hands, and such. Within each circle was a symbol and very small writing underneath it, nothing that Harry can make out though.
"This is a symbolic representation of what makes a weapon deadly or perfect, skill (points at the symbol on the mind), reason (left fist), personal attributes (heart), and much more." Dumbledore said. "Place your hand over the entire depiction, and you will be able to summon the Omnisence, the deadliest, living, most advanced weapon, the loyalist, truest friend and familiar (kind of pet companion for mages), and the complete power of the world. Once summoned, it will take the form of what it feels is most compatible with you such as a bat for a vampire, a wolf for a werewolf and such."
Raising an eyebrow but deciding to play along, Harry placed his left hand on the engraved picture and the moment he touched it a blinding light of multiple colours erupted, painting the room with colours that people have never imagined of before and more. The engraving glowed in similar colours and Harry felt an immense power surge through him and bonding with his magical, life energy, and other power cores. Winds picked up and the room was starting to get chipped by short bursts of electricity. Dumbledore just stood there, with the smile of a very senile old man as nothing could really touch him in the form of a ghost.
Harry suddenly felt an explosion around him but he was sure that none of it hurt him nor was supposed to hurt him. He wondered what he would see, perhaps a dragon of some kind? He thought back to his fourth year. Or maybe it was a griffin. He thought of his house in the school. Getting impatient, he started to try to clear the smoke that followed. He could sense the great power that radiated from the Omnisence. Power that radiated from what was probably going to be his trump card against Voldemort. Power that radiated… from the palm of his hand?
'Oh no…'
'Please no…'
Harry pleaded with fate that it was not what he thought it was with closed eyes. He opened his eyes, looked down at what was in his hand. There it was, it all of it's pink fuzzy glory. 'It is!' Harry thought, not knowing what to feel. 'This has to be a joke!' There, sitting in his hand, something that is supposed to be the most powerful weapon in this plane of existence, the most powerful part of his arsenal against Voldemort…
Harry, one eye twitching while looking at his amused accomplice asked the first thing that came into his mind.
"WHY THE HELL AM I HOLDING A PYGMY PUFF?"
End chapter three
A/N: WOO! I really like the ending. Tell me what you guys think. I think this is almost double the length of the first chapter, I'm so proud. I originally wanted to get a chapter out yesterday stopping to when Harry gets his arm. As compensation, I wrote a longer chapter. I hope we're even now. I like this chapter more than the first; I just hope it's not too boring for people with all the explanations and such but I really need to set up my story. I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy this chapter. I also hope that I didn't make everything seem to come too fast to Harry. I'm going to be honest this is going to be somewhat a Super Harry, but that might only be in this book before he meets the likes of Thrall and eventually Elune and Archimonde. Those who don't know the game just know that Archimonde is the most powerful hero in the game and Elune is supposed to be a moon goddess (not a unit). I'd like to thank people who've reviewed. I've never been so motivated in my entire life. To be truthful, it's those reviews that are making my write more and faster. Well, hope to see you guys next chapter.
IMPORTANT NOTE!
Some people seem to think that just because Lupin and Tonks are together and Fleur and Bill are getting married that means that Tonks and Fleur are off limits. That is definitely NOT true. In fact I've already got situations planned that are believable to get them to be with Harry. Those who think that Ginny and Harry were promised to reunite; I've reread the ending part. It doesn't say anywhere that Harry would come back to be with Ginny in those exact words. It might be implied, but people change! No offence to anyone, I just don't like it when people put restraints on fanfics telling what an author can or cannot do. It's nothing personal to anyone really. Thank you for reading.
Review responses/acknowledgements.
Armageddon Unleashed: Thank you for your review and participation. I think I answered your question above. However, if you didn't read it, I'm going to say it again, in the last chapter, Harry was talking to Dumbledore's portrait. In this chapter (after a while) Dumbledore got out of his portrait to become semi-ghost like with the power he got from Harry.
Hijlpotter: Thanks for taking the time to review; I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Dragonchick: I appreciate your review and support. If you get the time, please sign on and vote again so I can reassure people if there are thoughts of people rigging the votes through anonymous reviews. In the mean time, I'll count your vote in case you didn't know that anonymous votes were not going to be counted.
Gryffindors: Please don't worry. As I've said before, Harry doesn't know anything either, the only difference between people who do and don't know the game is that maybe they can picture characters better, other than that, I'll make sure to explain things. If you're confused, you can always ask through a review. Thank you for your review and hope you liked this chapter.
Danielc: Your vote has been accounted for. Hope this story is enjoyable so far.
shadow of the black abyss: Thank you. I agree with you totally. I think that people should write whatever pairings they like despite their situations in the original series. I'm not too sure about how to get Tonks with Harry but I have ideas, and I'm pretty sure you'll like how I get Fleur with Harry. If you have any suggestions, I'm all ears. Hope you liked this chapter despite the boring background building. I tried to make up for it in the end.
Deadwilder: Lol. I really liked your review. In a way, that's exactly what I'm going to do with Bill's wedding. I got it all planned out. I'm pretty sure you'll love it. I'll give you a couple of hints about that part. There's going to be a pretty cool battle (not too much though I think) and Harry's going to be the one walking away with the bride. Another hint if you know Warcraft three is remember what happened to Hellscream when he and his orcs became chaos orcs.
AzureSky123: Thanks for your encouraging review. It's quite all right if you forgot things about the game. It's not like I remember either. I've already decided on Harry's weapons though, sorry. The pygmy puff is going to kick ass! He he he… The items you suggested are good ones but most of them are one-time uses. I'm going to have Harry read the tome of intelligence instead of just holding it and teach him necromancy and summoning. I don't know that that human ability you're talking about, maybe it would help if you tell me which hero had the ability (arch mage, paladin, or mountain king?) and I forgot what immolation was sorry. If you want to know more about what I'm going to do with Harry in terms of hero abilities, e-mail me separately and I'll tell you. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Yenom: Your vote has been accounted for. Thanks for helping to decide the pairings.
the DragonBard: Please read what I put to the top. It's nothing personal. I hope I expressed my views enough though you are entitled to yours as well. Thanks for your review.
Amscray: Wow… that is a confusing review. I got your votes down but other than that… Don't worry; Sirius is going to be mature if he comes back. I might not return Harry to school though, at least as a student (hint, hint) and we'll have to see about that. Thanks for the time you take to review. Though your vote only counts once though, sorry.
HPFan5282: Thank you for your input and support. I'm going to make this a Harem story, and I'm thinking about maybe 7 people since most voters seem to want just about everyone suggested. I'm going to make this a Ron/Hermione against Harry though but in a different way. It's not going to be like those "suddenly against him/stab him behind the back/I thought you were my friends" kind of stories. Harry's going against the two, but the same way that friends go against one another. They're forced to fight because they're on different sides and that kind of thing. Despite what I decide in the end, I'm definitely going to try my hardest to make it believable.
Timegazer: I like the way you think, I'm going to count your vote twice because of the enthusiasm and for leaving your e-mail as proof that it is you voting. Hope you liked this chapter.
gold viper: I can't count your votes again, sorry. Thanks for clearing your vote up as I now have a Padma only voting choice. It is going to get serious as in marriage in later books, but I'm not sure too much about children until maybe an epilogue or near the very end, unless you want to risk the chance of using Harry's children being used against Harry? Anyway, thanks for your thoughts and please tell me if there's anything you would like to see later as well.
Makotochi: Thanks for your votes. Hope you liked this chapter. If you have any suggestions, don't hesitate to tell me them.
Surfer Tsunamiya: Thanks for your review and I'm glad that you like it. Hopefully you liked this chapter too.
Grookill: Wow, that's a very well thought review. I've taken everything you've said into account and I'll try to make things enjoyable for you to read. To be honest, I don't remember Daphne and Susan much either (in terms of what they look like) but I'll do it if people really want me to. Harry isn't going to be necessarily Dark, but you'll have to see what I mean as we go on with the story. Look above if you want my views on Harry against his friends, (in one of the other review responses). If you have any other suggestions, I'll be more than happy to listen. Thank you for your review and I hope you enjoy everything so far.
Jarvey: Short and straight to the point, I like that. Thanks for the vote.
(wow that was a lot)
IMPORTANT NOTE!
To all those who voted for pairings and/or are going to vote, please vote when you are signed in. That way people won't think that I counterfeited votes. However, I'm going to count this chapter's votes since I didn't say anything about it before.
Pairing standings so far (if you vote for "anyone is fine" then everyone gets a vote, if you vote that you don't want someone, that'll be minus one for that person):
Narcissa Black: 12
Bellatrix Black: 14
Fleur Delacour: 12
N. Tonks: 14
Patil Twins (I'm guessing this is what people mean by Padma or is it just her?): 11
Gabrielle Delacour (age modified): 6
Padma Patil: 6
Daphne Greengrass: 7
Pansy Parkinson: 5
Hannah Abbot: 4
Susan Bones: 5
I think that should be all. Please tell me if I forgot someone. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and please vote on the pairings.
That's about it for now, until next time, bye!
U-T signing off… (wow, 15 pages long!)