Harry worked on his computer in the sitting room of the penthouse he'd been staying in for the past month and a half as snow began to drift passed the window. Sitting near him was Narcissa, who was intently watching Jurassic Park on the TV.

In the time since his raid on Malfoy Manor he had attacked many more Death Eater estates using information Narcissa provided, such as their locations. Voldemort's forces had been weakened significantly, which he'd heard really pissed the bastard off. His fortune had increased to the point it probably matched what he'd had in his vault before it had been emptied.

He only kept a small amount of galleons, however. Some of the rest had been exchanged for non-magical currency, as he was staying in that world. The rest he'd changed for gems and precious metals, having decided that keeping things he could trade in any country on the planet would be a good idea in case he had to leave the UK for whatever reason.

Harry smiled as he typed on his computer, hearing the distinctive roar of Jurassic Park's T-Rex. As much as she refused to admit it, Narcissa had become a bit of a cinephile, always eager to watch whatever Harry recommended. She'd enjoyed The Lord of the Rings, and had been fascinated by Star Wars. He had no doubt she'd discovered a new appreciation for non-magicals now that she'd actually been exposed to them.

His smile turned to a frown and he deleted what he'd just written, focusing back on what he was doing with a small mutter.

"What are you working on?" Came Narcissa's voice, making him look up to see she'd paused the movie and was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

He decided there was no harm in telling her. "I'm drafting a proposal to the Justice League for a potential method to combat climate change."

Narcissa's brow furrowed. "Climate change? You want to stop the seasons from changing?"

Harry sighed slightly, once again amazed at the ignorance of wand wavers. "Narcissa, have you, or anybody else, for that matter, noticed that each year the seasons get worse, with the summers getting hotter and the winters more biting?"

Narcissa tilted her head to the side. "Now that you mention it, I had heard some older wizards commenting on the difference between things in their youth and now. I always simply assumed that it was an idealization of their younger years, which many people do."

Harry shook his head and proceeded to give her the basics of climate change and its consequences. "…Things have improved a bit thanks to large non-magical companies such as Wayne Enterprises investing in green energy, but too many still pollute, so things are still worsening, even if it's at a slower rate."

Narcissa was frowning. "So muggles have damaged the planet to that extent?"

Harry didn't like the fact that this was worsening her views of non-magicals again, but decided to be honest. "Yes, but many are working on fixing the issue. It's just the greedy people who don't care about consequences that keep going. I imagine you know several purebloods like that, so it's not like magicals are all that different."

The witch nodded grudgingly before looking back at him. "You have an idea to combat this, then?"

Harry nodded and went back to work. "A magical filter."

She raised an eyebrow. "Go on…"

He spoke as he typed. "First is a filter that would be put on the smokestacks of factories. The filter will be a runic device that transfigures the harmful toxins escaping the stacks into something neutral or beneficial, like CO2 into oxygen, I'm not sure. A scientist should come up with what it should be changed into, because too much oxygen is also bad." He saved his current progress. "The second is a filter whose job it would be to change the toxins already in the air in the same manner. Basically, the first stops the problem from getting worse, the second reverses the damage."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "And how would you get the creation and installation of the filters done?"

"I was thinking Wayne Enterprises or some other mundane company could hire dissatisfied muggleborns proficient in charms and runes to create them, and then sell them to the various companies at near cost. If they become widespread enough they'll become standard, either by convenience or law." He responded.

"You do realize that is an absurd violation of the Statute of Secrecy, right?" The blond woman asked somewhat incredulously.

Harry looked up at her before rolling his eyes slightly and summoning the remote, changing the channel to BBC News, much to Narcissa's irritation. Before she could say anything Harry gestured to the screen, where footage of various superheroes, including a couple that were clearly using magic, against some sort of giant monster was being shown.

"…and through Istanbul. Millions in property damage occurred before the heroes managed to subdue the monster. It seemed especially vulnerable to magic, which made the ones known as Zatanna and Etrigan quite helpful. After the battle…"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow. "What movie is this?"

"Not a movie. This is all real. It actually happened." When she turned to stare at him in shocked disbelief Harry simply smirked. "The Statute of Secrecy is an antiquated joke, Narcissa. Non-magicals are well aware of magic at this point. After the hundreds of beings of power, battles, and magical disasters that have occurred and been well documented, it's impossible for them not to. The magical governments are simply so out of touch they don't even realize that things like obliviation of witnesses of magic is pointless, because not only are mundanes aware, what they erased from the person's mind is probably on camera anyway."

Narcissa stared at him a bit longer before turning back to the news, which was now talking about a famous athlete being banned from his sport for using an alien substance to enhance his performance.

Harry chuckled at her surprise, going back to work.

An hour later, after Narcissa finally finished Jurassic Park, she turned to speak with him again. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask, what are your plans for the holidays?"

He paused, thinking about it. "One more raid, I think, before I relax for a while. Why?"

She shrugged. "No real reason. I just assumed you'd go visit your parents or something similar."

Harry looked at her like she was an idiot. "Uh, Cissy, my parents are dead."

She scowled at him. "Do not call me 'Cissy'. And I am well aware of that. I meant their graves, you foolish man." When she saw him freeze, his eyes wide, she blinked. "Don't tell me you've never done so."

"I… never considered it." He said slowly. "I don't even know where they're buried." He turned to her. "Do you know?"

Narcissa nodded. "Yes. They lie in St Jerome's graveyard, in Godric's Hollow."

Harry let out a breath. "I think… I'll go tomorrow then…"

"Very well."

Harry stood before the graves of his parents, gazing intently at them. Snow fell lightly around him, covering the cemetery in a blanket of white. The nearby church's bells rang the time, indicating that he had stood there for over fifteen minutes without a word.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. "Hello Mum, Dad. I'm sorry. I should have come sooner." He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I… don't know what to say. I guess… I hope you're happy?" He groaned. "Sorry, that was stupid. I just wonder… Are you proud? After everything I've done, the lives I've taken, can you still consider me a good man?"

"Why don't you ask them?"

Harry jumped, whirling around, taking a combat stance. "Wha…? Who are you?"

Before him stood a woman that looked vaguely familiar, like he had seen her in passing before. Though he was sure he would remember a distinctly attractive goth like her easily.

The woman smiled prettily, eyes glinting. "You can call me Teleute, Harry."

"Teleute?" He asked, making her nod. "Uh, ok?" He eyed her further. "Have we met?"

"Briefly. You had other things on your mind, like Silent Hill coming down around your ears." Teleute said, still smiling.

Harry took a step back. "What?" His eyes narrowed. "Wait… Wonder Woman told me that they didn't know how I got onto the Watchtower, but that they thought a being of power must have moved me there. That was you, wasn't it?"

Her smile widened and she gave a small bow. "Indeed, Harry. You'd just done something incredibly brave and impressive, even to the gods. While I know you were ready to die, I have a bit of knowledge about these things, and you needed to stick around a bit longer."

Harry swallowed slightly. "So… are you a goddess?"

Teleute tilted her head to the side. "Something like that. You'll find out eventually."

Harry stood down, not feeling like pissing off a non-hostile goddess. "Ok. Um, thank you for getting me out of there."

She nodded. "Like I said, not your time just yet." She stepped forward to stand beside him before the Potters' graves. "So, like I was saying, why don't you ask them?"

"How would I do that?" Harry asked slightly nervously.

"I am well aware you have the Resurrection Stone, Harry. It's in your pocket right now." She said calmly.

He slumped slightly, figuring it was a deity thing, and took the ring holding the stone out of his pocket. "I'm… scared, I guess."

She nodded in understanding. "Completely understandable, Harry, but I thought you were a Gryffindor."

Harry scratched the back of his head, feeling chagrined. "It's not just that. Didn't the story say it was painful for the dead to return to this side?"

"Yes, if they're kept here for extended periods. Cadmus kept his love here for hours on end, desperate for her company, and the more he used it, the more he wanted to see her. A few minutes for you to talk should be fine, though."

"So it's like a drug. I need to be careful about addiction." Harry murmured.

Teleute nodded agreeably. "Pretty much. Be careful, okay? We don't need you hanging yourself to be with your loved ones. You still have plenty of them here who would miss you."

"I will." He smiled at her. "Thank you."

She smiled back. "Don't worry about it, Harry. I'll go ahead and take my leave now. Don't worry though. You'll be seeing me again."

"Looking forward to it." He said. The next instant, he was once again alone in the cemetery. There weren't even footprints in the snow to indicate Teleute had actually been there.

He turned his gaze back to the ring, gazing at the symbol of the Hallows in the stone. He took a deep breath and, knowing instinctively what to do, turned the stone three times in his fingers. He looked back up… and his breath caught in his throat.

Before him were five figures. Unlike the ghosts that haunted Hogwarts, they were not silvery and translucent. They looked exactly the same way they had in life. Better, even, in some cases.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. "Mum, Dad…" He said softly, before turning to the others. "Sirius, Cybil, Alessa… I'm… I'm so happy to see you."

They were all smiling at him. "Harry…" Lily began, eyes wet and smile radiant. "My baby boy… Never doubt we are so, so proud of you."

"We are." James said. "Seriously, how many fathers can say their son kicked a fallen angel's ass? I have bragging rights for eternity!"

Harry let out a wet laugh, tears in his eyes. "Even considering what I've been doing to the Death Eaters?"

Sirius spoke up. "Harry, they made their choice. You're doing what you think is right. That's all anybody can ask of you."

"Are we happy that you've been forced down this path? Of course not." Said Lily. "If it were up to me you'd be somewhere safe and far from the fighting."

Harry shook his head. "I can't do that."

James somehow managed a bitterly proud smile. "We know."

Harry turned back to Sirius. "Padfoot… I'm sor-"

"None of that now." Sirius said. "Again, you did what you thought was right, same as I did. It might not have turned out the way we'd have wanted, but it's all we can do. Besides, it's my own damn fault for stopping to taunt Bella rather than take her down when I had the chance."

Harry sighed but nodded before turning to Cybil, who had been standing there waiting patiently with a smile on her face. "Cybil…"

"Same goes for me, Harry. You did what I asked you to do." She said firmly. "I told you before, I don't blame you. I blame that bastard Samael, and you dealt with him already." She grinned. "Good job, by the way. That was amazing."

Harry wiped a tear from his face but smiled. "I'm glad you're free of him."

"Trust me, so am I." She said with a snort. "I'm glad you're putting my gun to good use, by the way. Keep it up."

"I will." He said before turning to the last figure. "Hello Alessa."

"Hello Harry. I'm glad I can finally talk to you properly. Using music clips was entertaining, but not great for conversation." She said, smiling radiantly.

Harry chuckled before sobering slightly. "…I owe you so much Alessa. I would have given into Silent Hill if it wasn't for you."

Alessa shook her head. "Harry, you freed me, freed all of us, from unending torment. Every single soul trapped in those towns owes you a debt greater than you can imagine." She grinned slightly. "Seriously, you have so much good karma right now it's ridiculous."

He smiled back. "Glad to hear it. I could use some."

"We should go now, son." James said.

Harry's smile faded, but he nodded. "I understand. Thank you. This meant so much to me."

They all smiled at him before Sirius spoke up. "Harry, before I forget, my brother Regulus says you need to go to Grimmauld Place and ask Kreacher about completing his last wishes."

Harry looked confused. "Uh, ok. Why?"

Sirius shrugged. "Hell if I know. I suggest you do it though."

Harry nodded. "Ok, I'll get on that." Harry sighed. "Goodbye all. I guess I'll see you around."

"Never forget that we love you, Harry." Lily said softly.

Harry smiled softly. "I won't Mum. Promise." He turned the stone one more time, and he was once more alone in the cemetery.

The next day Harry walked into Grimmauld Place warily, unsure of what condition it was in and who might be there.

According to Dumbledore, after Sirius' death they were unsure of who ownership had been passed on to. They thought it might be Harry, but had been unable to get him to test it before his disappearance. After he was presumed dead they'd had Ron and Hermione test to see if either of them got it thanks to Harry's will by calling for Kreacher, who would answer to the one he was bound to and be unable to disobey an order.

To both Kreacher's and Hermione's dismay, she'd ended up being the one chosen, a fact that rankled Hermione's sensitivities, especially as she couldn't free the old elf for security reasons. She'd quickly given Dumbledore permission to continue using the old house for the Order before trying desperately to forget about it.

"Hello? Anybody here?" Harry called, before cringing as he realized what he'd done.

Predictably the portrait of Sirius' mother, Walburga Black, began to scream. "Filth! Despoiler! How dare you step into the halls of my fathers!"

Harry scowled and held up his hand, above which a ball of flames hovered. "Shut it, you crazy bitch!"

Walburga's mouth snapped shut before she glared down at him. "You wouldn't dare, you mongrel..."

"You wanna bet? It would do everybody a favor. The only reason I don't is because I need Kreacher's cooperation. But piss me off enough, and I'll stop giving a damn." Harry growled, handful of flames still held at the ready.

The two glared at each other for a while before a voice spoke with slight amusement. "You know, when I was told you were coming, I wasn't expecting I'd need to add more fire retardant wards to the house."

Harry extinguished the flames before turning around with a grin to see Remus at the foot of the stairs. "Moony!"

Remus smiled and enveloped Harry in a hug. "It's so good to see you, Harry. You have no idea how much it means to me to see you alive."

Harry hugged back, and after a few seconds they parted. "It's good to see you too, Moony. Sorry I didn't visit sooner. I've been busy."

"Yes, I imagine harassing Death Eaters to be time consuming." Remus said with a smirk before leading Harry into the kitchen. "The Ministry isn't happy about that, by the way."

"Like I care." Harry snorted. "They should be focusing on dealing with Tom's lackeys than on being pissed off somebody is doing their job for them."

Remus simply shrugged before turning to him. "So, Harry, I imagine you came for some reason other than to visit me."

"I actually came to speak with Kreacher." Harry said. He chuckled at Remus' raised eyebrow. "No really, I did. I think he has something important in his possession. Where is the little blighter?"

Remus eyed Harry before calling out. "Kreacher!"

The old house elf appeared with a pop, muttering to himself. "Filthy creature summons Kreacher. Oh, how humiliating…"

Harry sighed before speaking. "Kreacher, I'm here to talk to you about completing Regulus' final wishes."

Kreacher froze before turning to Harry. "Filthy halfblood says he can erase Kreacher's great failure?"

Harry nodded as Remus watched with interest. "I can try, at least. What exactly was his last request?"

Kreacher hesitated before popping away. Before the two men could say anything, he popped back clutching a heavy gold locket with a green stone S. Remus simply eyed it curiously, but Harry's eyes widened. "Kreacher, where did you get this?"

Kreacher slowly began to speak, explaining what he knew about what Voldemort had done and Regulus' response and final orders to Kreacher before his death. "…So Kreacher has been tryings to destroy it ever since, but nothing Kreacher does works! Fire, hammer, dropping from very high, nothing!"

After a few seconds of silence but for Kreacher's heavy breathing Harry spoke. "Kreacher, I can destroy it." At the elf's look of disbelief he nodded and pulled out the Resurrection Stone. "See this ring? It was cursed just like the locket is. I destroyed the curse on it, and I can do the same with the locket. Do you want me to do it?"

Kreacher eyed him distrustfully. "But the ring not being broken."

"I can cleanse it without breaking it, but I don't mind destroying the actual item after I do if it'll make you feel better." He said.

The elf hesitated before nodding and slowly setting the locket on the table. Harry slowly reached for it.

Remus spoke up. "You sure about this, Harry?"

Harry smiled reassuringly. "I've got this, Moony." He slowly rested his fingers on the locket, and as the werewolf and elf watched a black smoke began to appear. Much like he had with the ring, Harry's markings glowed as pinched his fingers like he was grabbing hold of something and slowly pulled up, dragging the struggling darkness up and away from the locket. He smirked at the shade trapped in his fingers. "One down, Tommy boy…" He squeezed the shade in his fist, and it wailed as it was destroyed, becoming nothing more than wisps of smoke which slowly faded. "There, done."

Remus just stared, and Harry glanced at Kreacher before picking up the locket and opening it. He grabbed both parts of the item and twisted and pulled them apart, leaving it in two pieces. Harry gave the pieces to Kreacher, whose hands were shaking, before the elf erupted into ugly, noisy tears.

Harry just grinned, satisfied by a job well done.

A few days after the destruction of the locket Horcrux, which he'd made sure to inform Dumbledore about, Harry was sprinting through the home of the Carrows, being followed by a couple of large beasts that looked like an unholy combination of a tiger and a scorpion.

"Someone's been doing some illegal breeding…" He muttered irritably as he ran. He turned briefly to shoot at the monsters, but only the piercing bullets did any damage, and that wasn't enough to slow them down much, hence the running.

Spotting an open door he quickly dove through and slammed it shut behind him, barring and warding it to hell and back. The doors shuddered as the beasts slammed into it, trying to get at him, but it looked like it would hold, at least for now. Taking some deep breaths Harry looked around the room to see where he'd ended up.

It was a large study/library. The shelves were full of books, some obviously dark even from a quick glance. He stepped towards the large desk to take a seat, sighing in relief as he tried to ignore the continued banging on the door.

He'd arrived at the Carrows' estate fifteen minutes before for his last raid planned for the year to find it empty of any humans. He'd been wandering around looking for anything of value when he'd come across the patrolling animals. So far this trip had been a bust.

Harry glanced down to see that the desk was covered in parchment, a book off to the side. Now that he was paying attention to it, the book radiated dark magic passively, indicating it was extremely bad mojo. Interested and slightly concerned he began to go through the papers to see what they were about.

His eyes furrowed as he went through them. One was a star chart with a label in spidery writing declaring it a chart of the sky during the Winter Solstice. He pulled over another to find it was a diagram of what appeared to be Stonehenge with several lines that it took Harry a bit to realize were indicators of the known leylines under the magical site. Another gave him a chill as it showed plans for a magic circle that even with his limited knowledge was not for anything good. All of it pointed to something bad.

"No. Nononono. Tom, you cannot be this stupid…" Harry told himself as he grabbed the book, ignoring the way its magics lashed out at him, needing to confirm what he was looking at.

The book didn't have a title, but it only took Harry less than a minute to confirm his fears. He thumped his head on the desk and groaned. "Goddammit!" He looked up and glared at the book before igniting it in flames with a gesture. Black, acrid smoke poured out of it, but Harry ignored it, already getting up to leave. He made a portal back to the penthouse, mind working furiously, stopping only long enough to set the rest of the room on fire, hoping to set Voldemort's plans back, though something told him it was too late.

The Solstice was in two days.

He needed to get ready.

Hello all. Been a while. I apologize. Real life tends to get in the way.

Not much happened this chapter, though what did happen was important.

The thing with Harry thinking up the magical filters was to show that he isn't going to focus on simply breaking stuff. He's going to try to think up solutions to problems that can't just be bashed in the face. A good hero should be more than just a bruiser, and Harry does have a decent mind under that mop of hair.

I'd put off Harry's first use of the Resurrection Stone till it felt appropriate, and in front of his parents' graves during the holidays seemed like a good time for it.

The final scene is the setup for the next chapter, which will most likely be short, but be the beginning of the multiversal journey. Speaking of which, nobody has guessed who will be joining Harry on his trip. You have one chapter left to try. Also, let's see if anybody can guess where I'll be dumping Harry first. Hint is that it's a video game series with a female protagonist.

I'm sorry to say I will not be posting anything on any of my stories for at least a month. I'm leaving on a three week vacation tomorrow for the holidays, so I won't have time, or any inclination, really, to write. We'll see what I write when I get back.

I think that's it for now. Thank you for reading. Happy Holidays and New Year.