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Chapter 19: A Meeting with Lady Fate

Harry opened the door to his private suite and quickly walked inside. His body barely followed his commands on the walk over here, and now that he was home, it yearned to find rest in the sweet embrace of sleep. Unfortunately, as tired as he felt after the fight with the troll, Harry knew he couldn't go to sleep just yet.

With the looming conversation with the girls and Neville still fresh in his mind, he thought it best to determine what things he should reveal to them tomorrow. He spent the next several hours sitting at his dining room table, thinking up every possible question his friends could ask him and what lie he would give in response.

A large part of him felt bad for having to lie to them, but he knew he really didn't have a choice in the matter. Su had absolutely no idea how to shield her mind against invasion, and even with the brief Occlumency training Daphne, Alex and Neville received as purebloods, it wasn't enough for them to safely hold on to his secrets.

Over the past few weeks, he'd already felt Snape push against his mental barriers a few times, and since the greasy git wasn't able to get any information out of him, he knew it was only a matter of time before he targeted his friends to learn what they knew. As much as he would like to be honest with his friends and family, Harry couldn't risk the headmaster learning too much about him in this new world. At least not yet.

Soon the fatigue Harry was feeling began to overwhelm him, and his eyes closed of their own volition. It was then that Harry suddenly found himself in an empty room within his mindscape. When he turned around to gain his bearings, he expected to see Lady Death but instead found a gorgeous blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman staring back at him.

"You aren't Death," Harry started to the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Oh no, my dear," the blonde replied with a smirk. "I'm most definitely not my sister. She's much too stuffy to be me."

At the mention of the blonde's relationship with his boss, Harry instantly realized who his mystery visitor was. Bowing his body slightly at the waist, he politely said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Fate. To what do I owe the honor of this visit?"

"Must we be so formal, Mr. Potter?" the blonde-haired beauty asked with a pout. "Please call me Fate."

"As you wish, Fate," Harry replied with a flash of his famous Potter smile. "And please call me Harry."

Harry was surprised by how excited Fate was by his response, and he found himself suddenly curious about the purpose of this meeting. "If you don't mind me asking, Fate, but what exactly are we doing here?"

Fate snapped her fingers, and suddenly a beautiful white couch appeared next to her. She sat down at one end and motioned.

Harry towards the other. "Please have a seat, Harry. I just want to have a chat with you, and there's no reason for us to remain standing the entire time."

While he couldn't feel his body's fatigue in his mindscape, Harry saw no reason why he should stand on his feet for the conversation, so he shrugged his shoulders and took his seat on the other end of the sofa.

"So...what can I do for you, Fate?"

Fate stared at the green-eyed Wizard in front of her, and she couldn't help but smile at his question. In the thousands of years she had watched over the destinies of mankind, she rarely found any who were worthy of attention from higher beings such as herself. Of the handful of mortals that somehow managed to amuse her over the years, the boy in front of her was the one she had the highest hopes for. He was bold, daring, courageous, honorable, and intelligent. She had no doubt he epitomized all the virtues the Creator was thinking about when he first placed humans on the Earth.

"I was being serious, Harry," she replied happily. "I'm just here for a chat. By recommending you to my sister, in a way, I too am responsible for you being in this new world. I was just curious as to how you were adapting to it. After all, it's not every day that I help someone traverse between realities. There are all sorts of rules against it, you know."

"Oh, I see," Harry lied, not sure what she was talking about. "What would you like to know?"

"How are you liking this new world so far?"

When he thought about his parents, siblings, friends at Hogwarts and how happy Sirius and Remus were in this world, Harry couldn't help but smile at the images that popped into his mind. The life he had now was beyond anything he ever dreamed of while sleeping in his old cupboard, and he would fight a thousand Voldemort's if it meant he could be with his loved ones forever.

"It's brilliant, Fate," Harry replied with a happy smile. "Mum and dad are exactly how I imagined them to be when I was growing up, and Rose, Violet, and Daniel are the best siblings anyone could hope for. Sirius and Remus look happier than I've ever seen them in my old life, and minus the small problem with the troll, even things with the girls have been picking up

lately. Overall, everything in this world is perfect. I doubt if I took the happiest day I had in my old world that it would be able to compare to just an okay day in this one."

Fate was happy to hear that Harry enjoyed his time in the new world. She'd seen dozens of his counterparts choose to become the next Dark Lord, and after his upbringing, she truly feared seeing the same choice from him. Unlike the Harrys from the other worlds, the one in front of her was exceptional. He was a Nexus.

A Nexus was a man or woman born every few centuries, and their very presence could change or alter the destiny of everyone around them. Many higher beings often speculated that this particular ability must have been bestowed upon these individuals from the Creator himself because none of them would dare to let a mortal have such power.

From her own experience in dealing with such individuals, Fate knew that if a Nexus as powerful as Harry ever turned evil, she didn't doubt for a moment that he would be an opponent far worse than the Voldemort he'd been recruited to defeat. The fact that her sister's Champion was a Nexus and a Child of Prophecy simply made him the most exciting mortal she'd seen in 2000 years.

"That's great to hear, Harry," Fate said with a warm smile. "After everything you have suffered in your young life, I'm glad that you have finally found some happiness of your own. If ever there was someone who deserved a life of bliss, I have no doubt that it would be you, kiddo."

When she saw Harry begin to turn red from her praise, Fate was amused that a simple compliment would resonate so powerfully with the young Wizard. She allowed herself a few more moments to enjoy his discomfort and then decided to take pity on the boy.

"What problems are you facing after the troll, Harry?" she asked curiously.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said, "I messed up Fate. I was so sure that I covered all my bases that I let my guard down at the feast. I was so busy having fun with the other Gryffindors that in my arrogance, I assumed everyone would be safe from Quirrell's distraction, and the girls almost paid for my mistake. As it is, in the process of going to rescue them, not only did Neville see me Thunder Travel, but all my friends saw my Animagus form."

"So? What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" Harry asked in surprise. "They know about my abilities, Fate. Do you want me to tell them the truth about my past? That I'm your sister's Champion in this world? I know you have given me permission to tell the people close to me, but all my friends are too young to get involved in this situation. I have thought of telling all my future wives together when I will find my third wife and telling Neville only when I have to remove his Horcrux."

"While being an Animagus is rare, and a Storm Elemental even more so, neither ability has anything to do with your old world, Harry. These abilities are just a part of your magic now, and should you want to share that with your friends, I assure you none of us will have a problem with it."

Harry was stunned to hear the news, but he was still apprehensive about sharing his secrets with his friends.

"I'm still not sure if I should do it, Fate," Harry said softly, his voice tinged with a bit of sadness. "I want to tell my friends and both my betrothed's the truth, but I'm worried how much longer Snape and Dumbledore will wait before they start using Legilimency on the people who are closest to me. If the headmaster even has an inkling of what I'm really capable of, I know he won't stop until he learns everything he can from me."

"Stop being such a drama Queen, Harry," Fate replied with a smirk. "Your problems are simple enough to deal with. First, there is absolutely no way anyone can tell anyone that you're from another world, so stop worrying about it. When my sister transferred you into this body, she placed a block around you that prevented others from speaking about your real past to anyone who doesn't already know about it. Since no one in this world is aware of that information, your secret is perfectly safe from everyone.

Dumbledore and Snape can give you potions all day and attack your and other people minds whom you have told your past until the two of them are blue in the face, but nothing short of a higher being can ever release that information from where it's stored in your mind after you use the spell given to you by my sister."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief at the new piece of information he had just learned. Since his Hogwarts letter arrived at Potter Manor, he worried about the headmaster learning of his old world. While he was without a doubt a Master Occlumence, Harry knew that with enough time, every mental shield could be broken. He shuddered to think what someone like Dumbledore would do with the future knowledge he would have at his disposal.

When he heard Fate begin to speak again, Harry tore himself away from his musings and returned his attention to the gorgeous higher being that was in front of him.

"As far as your friends and family go, Harry," Fate continued with a mock glare towards him. "You and I both know that there is a way to protect their minds until you can teach them how to do it on their own."

Harry winced when he heard the solution he'd just been given. He spent so long convincing himself that his friends needed to be Obliviated for their own good that he never once thought of alternative ways they could protect their minds. That's when he

realized a part of him didn't want to tell anyone anything about his abilities.

"Is it wrong that I don't want to tell anyone about my powers? For once in my life, I just want to be normal."

Fate arched her eyebrow, amused by his statement. "You call being a genius double Lord worth hundreds of millions of galleons normal?"

Harry rolled his eyes at her mocking tone and snarked back, "Compared to being the Boy-Who-Lived and The Chosen One, what I am in this world is normal enough. It's just if everyone starts knowing about my Animagus ability or that I'm a Storm Elemental, or even how powerful I really am, things won't be the same anymore. I know for a fact they will all look at me differently, and I don't want that to happen in this world too. I just want to be Harry."

Fate watched as Harry's shoulders slumped in defeat, and she could sense his fear of becoming famous again. After the events in his past life, she knew he had to get over, and she planned to help him do just that today.

"What is this obsession you have with being normal, Harry?" Fate asked him angrily. "The entire world dreams of being someone important, and here you are complaining about how much you hate your power and fame. Let me tell you something, kiddo, you'll never be normal. A few people in this world are touched by a higher power, and you are one of them. The last time you ran away from the fame and the power, others were able to use your words and inaction against you.

You really need to get over your fear of being in the limelight, kiddo. Embrace it, and you can use it to make a real difference in the world. Most people are just sheep, Harry, and they're all looking for someone to follow. If you aren't that person, they will just listen to someone else. And sometimes, Harry, that person can lead them all to their deaths. Just look at Voldemort and Dumbledore if you want an example."

As he thought about what Fate just said, Harry hated the logic he heard behind her words. He didn't want anyone to follow him, and he sure as hell didn't want to become their hero again. He was more than willing to kill Voldemort and let Neville or anyone else claim the victory. All he wanted to do was live a happy life with his friends and family, but it seemed that would never be a real option for him.

Sometimes you have a choice between what's easy and what's right, and Harry had never taken the easy route before in his life. He didn't want to become a leader, but if Fate was telling the truth, his failure to give people another option to follow would most likely lead to their deaths. He'd lived through the destruction the second war caused in his old world, and he refused to let it happen again in this one.

Once his decision was made, Harry was okay with using his fame and money to his advantage for the first time in his life. He might not like doing it, but if it would help make the Wizarding world a better place, he didn't see another way around it.

"You're right, Fate," he replied with confidence. "I will never be normal. I may not like it too much, but it seems I really don't have a choice in the matter. If that's truly my lot in life, then all I can do is use my fame to help make a difference."

Fate smiled when she heard his response. "In that case, I'm glad to be of service to you, Harry."

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, and during that time, a stray thought popped into Harry's head. He intended to ask Death about it the next time he saw her, but with Fate present now, he saw no reason to wait.

"Fate?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Why am I really here?"

Fate was confused by the question. She thought she had explained her reasons thoroughly already.

"I wasn't lying to you earlier, Harry," she answered. "I really brought you here to have a chat. You're one of the few mortals that have caught my attention over these long centuries, and I wanted to have a chance to speak with you. I know that technically you're my sister's Champion, but since I helped her find you, I don't think she would begrudge me a single meeting."

"I believe you about our conversation today, my Lady," Harry replied quickly. "My question was in regards to this new world. At first, I thought I was here to fight because the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't do so, but that theory quickly went out the window. From what I've seen of Neville so far, he's powerful. And I mean really powerful. His knowledge is probably between a 3rd or 4th year right now, but I've taught him some new spells during our sparring sessions, and he's more than capable of doing some low-level Auror chains. Frankly, he's a lot better Boy-Who-Lived than I ever was."

As she watched his mesmerizing green eyes staring back at her, Fate understood Harry's concerns, but she also knew why they weren't valid.

"You are correct that he is powerful, Harry," she replied knowingly. "In fact, had this been any other Voldemort he was facing, he would not need your help to claim his victory. But Neville is not a better Boy-Who-Lived than you, kiddo. You had to overcome many obstacles along the way to your victory. Had you grown up with Sirius and trained as you were meant to, your knowledge and power would have been just like he is right now. Don't forget...with a skinny body and a block upon your magical core, you still cast a Patronus strong enough to drive off a hundred Dementors. And you did that as a third year."

"So if he's as powerful as I should have been in my old world, will he gain a special ability too?" Harry asked, his voice laced with hope and excitement.

Fate shook her head before saying, "No, Harry. While he will become mighty after his Magical Maturity, he still won't have an MPI high enough to gain a new ability. The only reason you could do so was that I allowed you to merge your counterpart's entire core with your own."

Harry contemplated this new information, and his mind quickly began doing the necessary math in his head. The Goblin Healer, who removed the block on his old core and checked his magical core after magical maturity, he had an MPI between 260-270. Since the Neville of this world was supposed to be as strong as he was in his old one, he could safely assume his godbrother would be that powerful in a few years.

When his attention turned to his own combined core, for the first time since his arrival in the new world, Harry calculated what his potential MPI could be, and he was stunned to find that it would register somewhere around 510! 410 was the MPI score of his core from the old world if the block had been not placed, and 100 was the MPI score of the core of his new body. If Voldemort was supposed to have three cores in his new body, how powerful would snake face be?

"MERLIN'S BALLS, Fate," Harry exclaimed loudly. "How powerful will Voldemort be in this world?"

Fate sighed when she heard the question. After the pleasant conversation, she hoped to avoid the Voldemort issue, but she should have known better than expected.

"Both of the followers who gave up their magic to him were above average in their power," Fate answered. "Once their cores are combined with Voldemort's, in his new body, he should have an MPI of 635."

Harry felt his jaw drop at the news. How was he supposed to fight against someone that powerful? Even with his Storm Elemental ability, he had small hope to defeat someone as strong as Merlin?

"How am I supposed to beat him, Fate?" Harry asked the higher being. "The man's going to be as powerful as Merlin."

Fate rolled her eyes and replied, "He's not as powerful as Merlin, Harry. It always amuses me when mortals compare other Magicals to him. When I first heard people call Dumbledore the next Merlin, I laughed so hard that I cried for an hour. Wizards and Witches today can't even begin to come close to their Magical ancestors. And their ancestors still paled in comparison to the Prince of Enchanters."

"So, what was Merlin's MPI?" Harry asked curiously.

"Merlin had an MPI of 1095," Fate replied with a smug smile.

"WHAT?!"

Even Fate had to wince at Harry's loud reaction to the news despite being a higher being. When she saw the young Wizard trying frantically to wrap his head around that type of power she just described, she decided a little explanation would be necessary.

"During Merlin and later the Founders, Wizards, and Witches were quite powerful with their Magic," Fate explained.

"The Hogwarts four were actually registered as being around the low 700s in their strength. The strongest Magicals in the world today would be nothing but children when compared to their ancestors. Unfortunately, blood supremacy and inbreeding have diluted the blood of Magicals throughout the world, and with each progressive generation, the Magical ability has declined steadily in all the families. At the rate things are going, in four or five hundred years, Magical Britain could come to an end."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not only was he in awe of how powerful Magicals were in the past, but he was also afraid of what the future held for his kind. If Fate was right, unless they made a significant change now, his great-great-grandchildren might never get a chance to experience what it means to be a Witch or a Wizard.

"How are we supposed to beat him, Fate?"

Fate shrugged her shoulders and replied, "You see, Harry, when I merged cores of the bodies. One core was matured while the core of the new body was under maturity, due to which your new core will undergo maturity again at the age of 13 and 16 as it went on your 11th birthday, but this time it matured concerning your new MPI and the more amount of magic you use the core will become larger, and your MPI score will increase. So, while I can't tell you the exact score but if you practice, carefully it will be enough to defeat Voldemort."

As she watched the worry and fear melt away from Harry's body and become replaced with grim determination, Fate knew the young man before her would always do the right thing. No matter the odds that were against him, she didn't doubt for a moment that he would fight until he won. It was something she had come to expect from the young Nexus.

"It seems our time together has come to an end, Harry. I doubt we'll ever see each other again, so I wanted to leave you with a warning...Do not become complacent with the events from your past. Despite the similarities this world has to your own, it also has many differences. If you fail to find out what they are, you will lose."

Harry was instantly alarmed to hear Fate's warning, but before he could ask her what she meant, he felt a blast of magic appear around the higher being, and suddenly she was gone from his mindscape.

"That went well," he muttered softly to himself.