Dimensional warrior
Chapter 3
Twenty-one-year-old Harry John Warkiller floated above a churning sea. The wind pulled his crimson trench coat open, revealing the black T-shirt beneath, and the two glowing blue slash like markings on either side of his neck.
He floated down, allowing the souls of his dark dress shoes to touch the water. A wave splashed, soaking the bottom of his dark jeans. Glancing up at the dark sky, he released the psychic power holding him in the air.
Bubbles exploded around him as he sunk beneath the waves, tickling his bare skin. Markings on the sides of his neck flared, skin sprouted between his hands. His legs snapped together, becoming a black fish's tail.
His trench-coat faded away, becoming black scales accented by red fins. With his magic complete, Harry stretched out his power. His eyes shone blue as he searched for the first component of the spell that would allow Charlus and Dorea to conceive an heir.
The past six years, they kept their word. He had grown close with Dorea, looking at her, as another mentor. Charlus practiced magic with him, but the man never really let his guard down around him. There was always an undercurrent of fear in his thoughts.
He knew when this was done, Charlus would want him gone.
Shaking his head, he flicked his tail, shooting deeper into the darkness that was the ocean.
Skating along the seafloor, silt swirled around him and fish of all sizes, colors, species, and shapes filled his view. With each flick of his tail, more silt swirled.
Stopping before a clam in a sea of clams he knelt down. Picking the creature up, he applied pressure, crushing its body. As the remnants floated away on the currents, Harry grasped a black shell pearl between three fingers.
With a twitch of his fingers, it disappeared.
Placing his arms flat to his side, he bent his legs and pushed upwards. Bubbles exploded around him as he shot towards the surface. With a bit of concentration, he formed his loose Psionic energy into a wedge.
Exploding from the water, his body shifted, returning back to its previous state, the blue slash markings on his neck, fading away.
For a moment, he just hung there.
Reaching into the pocket of his trench-coat, he pulled out the black shell pearl.
This had been the easiest ingredient.
It would be better to use a mermaid's heart, but he wasn't even sure they existed in this world, so a few of the other ingredients would just have to be more exotic to make up for it.
His eyes shone blue, which should he go after next.
Angling his body, he shot away.
–XX –
Harry floated over Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry broadcasting a telepathic message to keep its occupants asleep.
It was a massive castle hidden somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.
The arched windows of the building stared out at him like the eyes of a giant spider.
A short distance away from the school, a tree swung its branches in a way similar to a human throwing a punch.
Between the tree and a bridge that connected two towers was a large lake.
As his training neared its end, he used an ability called telepathic scrying to search for the ingredients he would need to give Charlus and Dorea an heir.
This was one of the only places on earth that were hidden from his mind, there were others, but something about this place was different. It'd taken him some time, but he eventually was able to get control of the animals in what he learned was a school.
Through them, he discovered a chamber named, The Chamber of Secrets.
After a particularly unpleasant experience with a rat he was using to explore, he found his prey, the reason he was here tonight, a basilisk.
Releasing a wave of translucent luminescent blue energy from his body, he molded it into a large drill bit around him.
Floating over to the lake, he allowed himself to drop, strengthening his construct as he descended. Hitting the water, bubbles exploded around him, short scaly creatures, with web appendages, and black eyes stared at him bewildered as he descended towards the bottom of the lake.
As he touched down, the drill bit began to spin.
The fish creatures began to swim towards him.
He raised a hand, their bodies freezing as they became outlined in a blue glow.
As he sank deeper into the lake floor, he reached out with his power, filling in the whole he was creating as he went.
A dull ache began at his temples from the number of tasks he was doing at the same time. He absently wondered if this would be easier if he was a woman, since women were supposed to be able to multitask better than men, but shook his head.
Eventually, he slammed into something hard.
Reshaping his drill bit into a dome, he placed his hand on to the slick hard stone and closed his eyes.
Exhaling, he sent out a pulse of telekinetic energy.
The picture that appeared in his mind was fuzzy because of the wards that hid the room. However, from what he was seeing there was a large room beneath him.
Keeping his eyes closed, he began to push streamers of telekinetic energy outwards. Slowly, he began carving lines into the hard rock beneath his hand.
Opening his eyes, he found himself standing on a spiral that's loops grew smaller towards the center. With a small force of will, the symbol glowed, and he sank beneath the rock.
–XX –
Dropping onto a cracked ebony colored floor, Harry looked around. Small pools of water sat sporadically around the room, the occasional drip from the ceiling creating ripples along their surfaces.
Pillars of writhing snakes created a maze throughout the room. They grew fewer as they neared a large stone head in the center of the room.
Moving forward, Harry stared at the statue.
The giant head had a pronounced chin that drew attention to the beard that flowed and pooled on the floor. Large ears poked out from the side of the head. Dark eyes seemed to stare into his soul.
Closing his eyes, Harry opened his senses.
Over the past six years, he had learned how to open himself up to the residual impressions left behind by past events.
Impressions of past events flowed through his mind.
Lost in the flow of memories, his mouth moved on its own.
"Speak to me Salazar Slytherin, the greatest of the Hogwarts four!"
The mouth of the statue dropped open, the beard sinking into a slot in the floor. The beard split open, and a clacking sound echoed through the room as it transformed into a set of stairs.
A hissing echoed through the room as a twenty-foot-long snake slithered down the stairs.
Harry slammed his eyes shut as its plumage flared while sending a pulse of telekinetic power through his feet.
It echoed through the floor, giving him a view of the world around him. He saw the creature just standing before him, its head cocked to the side in curiosity.
Taking a deep breath, he began his plan. His fingers began twitching into symbols. A luminescent blue ring flared to life around the creature.
It lunged forward, the light around it flickering as it slammed into a barrier.
Harry winced at the force behind the impact.
Through his telekinetic pulses, he saw the ring float up off the floor, lifting the basilisk into the air. A second ring overlapped the first, going atop the creature to create a sphere. Energy shot out from both sides of this ring, connecting with the bottom ring.
Sweat poured down his face, as he reached out to the Pearl in his pocket.
The black shell pearl flew out of his pocket, exploding into thousands of ebony colored shards.
Reaching out with his mind, he grabbed the pieces. He willed them to circle the basilisk. The energy of the sphere surrounding the basilisk held the pieces in place as he began making symbols with his left hand.
Each finished symbol appeared on a fragment of the black pearl. When the last symbol appeared on the last fragment. It compressed becoming a solid object once more with a small golden basilisk in its center.
Plucking the Pearl out of the air, he slipped it in his pocket.
Stepping over to a pillar, he leaned his back against it, before sliding to the floor. "I really should've gone after an easier ingredient," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
He glanced at the staircase leading into the statue. He really didn't have time to search whatever was up there, but he probably wouldn't get another chance to come back here. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, the events of his journey, and the amount of power he used making his body feel heavy.
With slow tired steps, he made his way towards the stairs.
–XX –
Reaching the top of the stairs, Harry stretched forth his hand, a ball of fire burst to life in his palm, slowly rotating around the surface of his hand. There were two pathways before him, one led to a small office, while another led to the statues left ear.
Something shimmered in the light of the left path.
Kneeling down, he placed a finger on this path. Lifting it up, he held it to the light of his fireball, finding a few scales stuck to his skin.
He raised an eyebrow, "The Basilisk slept in the statue's ear."
Shaking his head, he pushed himself to his feet before making his way towards the office.
The room was bigger than it should've been, but over the past six years, he learned that magic users of this world like in his own tended to use magic to expand spaces. A desk sat in the center of the room.
A bookshelf wrapped around the curving walls.
Stepping into the room, he willed his fireball upwards.
It shot into the air, splitting to light the candles of a small chandelier dangling from the ceiling.
Dim light lit the room, revealing the thick tomes packed onto the shelves.
Stepping around the desk, Harry stretched forth his hand, stopping with his fingers just inches away from a book. The text along the spine slithered making it almost impossible to read.
Allowing his hand to fall back to his side, Harry turned on his heel. As much as he would like to explore, he had other ingredients to collect.
A blue glow surrounded the book he was about to touch. It floated off the shelf, soon followed by another, and another. Soon, a chain of books followed him out, each held aloft by his power.
–XX –
Harry floated above the island of Azkaban.
According to his scrying, this was the only place to get purified soul energy, but his scrying didn't tell him how, and if he was honest with himself, he was a little too impatient to do more research. His grandmother, Athena, would roll over in her grave. He shook his head focusing on the task at hand.
A single large tower sat in the center of the island.
Windows that flowed into a point ringed the tower, letting in the cold sea air and the occasional spray of seawater.
Tall figures in black cloaks glided around the island in an erratic pattern.
Frowning, Harry floated lower.
An intense cold began to seep into his body the closer he got to the island.
Three-fingered hands poked out from beneath the cloaks.
They were covered in grey fur and scabs.
One of the creatures turned, and an elongated snout similar to a horse's poked out from beneath its hood.
It glided through the air towards him. Its arms outstretched.
The cold in his body grew worse, making him feel as if his bones were turning to ice. Images of his parents sending him to this world as they were overrun by Daemonites flashed through his mind.
Gritting his teeth, Harry floated backward, "What kind of horrid creature are you?"
Reaching out with his mind, he recoiled, he could hear thousands of different thoughts roiling around inside the creature, all screaming, all pleading, all in pain.
Twisting his power, he froze the creature in place with telekinetic force.
A blue outline appeared around its body.
For a moment, he floated there, his head cocked to the side as he thought about how to proceed.
Raising an arm, a luminescent blue chainmail gauntlet appeared on his hand.
Lunging forward, he plunged the gauntlet into the creature's chest.
Instantly, he lost all feeling in his fingers.
With lips pressed into a thin line, he moved his fingers with extreme effort.
The creature gripped his left shoulder with a three-fingered hand.
Immediately, the limb went dead.
A shiver rocked his body so hard; his limbs shook as if he was being electrocuted. Disoriented, he reached out with his mind, trying to find something to attack, but all he found was an insatiable hunger for emotion, for life, for the warmth of the human soul.
Distantly, he felt the fingers of the hand he'd buried inside the creature brush against something. Wrapping his hand around the object, he pushed away. Blindly, blasting himself away from the creature.
The creature flew through the air, silver blood flowing down from the massive hole in its chest.
Chest heaving, frozen drops of sweat glistening on his body, he glanced down at the object in his hand.
A heart made of purple flesh sat wrapped in his fingers.
Silver veins that glowed with a luminescent white light spread out across it.
Curious about what he had just dealt with, Harry reached out with his mind, searching for one of the Bloodlines in the fortress. His powers felt sluggish like he was moving through molasses, but they seem to be returning as the cold the creature exhibited flowed out of his body.
"Dementor," he muttered, finding the name of the creature in the mind of a man called Dawlish.
Glancing one more time at the creatures gliding around the island, Harry turned flying off in search of the last ingredient he needed to collect to give the Potters an heir. While making a promise to himself to do more research about his endeavors in the future.
–XX –
Floating over the Nile River, Harry stared at the city below. Lights from a few buildings pierced the darkness of the early morning.
Stretching his hand downward, a crescent-shaped blast of luminescent blue psychic energy launched from his palm, splitting the river in half.
Widening the blast, he created two walls that momentarily part of the river.
Descending, his feet sank into the river bottom as he touched down.
Reaching down, he scanned the Lotus flowers littering the bottom of the Nile.
Carefully stepping over the flowers, he eventually found what he was looking for, a Lotus flower with a large silver ladybug sitting in its center.
Outlining the flower in his telekinetic power, so he wouldn't lose his prize. He gently picked it up.
With the last ingredient collected, he lifted into the air, heading to the place where he arrived in this world.
–XX –
Harry coasted over the forest where he had arrived in this world.
A pentagram was carved in the center of the crater, red liquid bubbled within its lines.
Drifting downwards, Harry saw Charlus and Dorea, standing just outside the pentagram, bandages wrapped around their wrist from where they filled the lines with their own blood.
Touching down on the churned earth, Charlus looked at him, "Do you have everything?"
Harry flicked his hand, "a Lotus flower bathed in the light of the moon, giving a ladybug a silver hue."
The Lotus and ladybug settled on one of the points of the pentagram, still wrapped in Harry's telekinetic powers so that it wouldn't move.
He flicked his hand again. "A Basilisk the King of the serpent's, the father of all snakes trapped in a black shell pearl."
Finally, the Dementor heart floated out of his pocket, settling on another point.
Dorea looked at the objects, "What are these?"
"The Lotus flower, the ladybug, and the snake are all symbols of fertility. The symbols I have chosen are the most powerful versions of the symbols. The silver ladybug and the Lotus flower bathed in moonlight is more potent than its normal counterparts. The same for the basilisk."
Charlus stared at the Dementor heart, "What about that?"
"That is actually the most important ingredient. Dementors eat souls, those souls are then transformed into pure life energy. Without that, the rest of the ingredients would be useless." He looked at the two of them, "Now, you have a choice to make. Two of these ingredients are dark in nature, and while the snake is alive, it is not the sacrifice that needs to be made."
Charlus and Dorea shared a look, before Dorea asked, "What do we need to do?"
Sitting down cross-legged before the circle, Harry began making symbols with his hands. With each completion of a symbol, a magical representation would appear in the air above the pentagram.
"Time," one or both of you needs to sacrifice the equivalent of seven years of your life, he looked at them, "Don't worry you won't age, you will just lose seven years of your life spanned."
By the time he finished speaking, a complete spell circle hovered above the pentagram.
Charlus stepped forward, "I'll do it."
Dorea reached out, "Charlus no!"
Charlus stared into her eyes, his gaze firm, his shoulders set, "I am the child's father, this is my responsibility." He looked at Harry, "This better work."
Ignoring Charlus's words, Harry gestured to the pentagram, "Please take your position on one of the empty spaces."
Placing his hand on the ground, Harry reached into the earth. Gathering up small pieces of quartz, he joined them together before bringing it to the surface on the only remaining empty space.
A small six-inch crystal grew out of the point. A small ring of raised earth's surrounding its base.
Looking at Dorea, he gestured to the center of the pentagram, "Please move there."
As Dorea took a position, Harry began making more symbols with his hands.
This time instead of symbols appearing, lines shot from the symbols that made up the circle, creating a picture in the circles center.
As the picture finished, the blood that filled the pentagram began to bubble.
Slowly, streamers of crimson began to rise from the pentagram and float into the ingredients, turning them a deep red.
Charlus stiffened, his eyes going wide, his mouth becoming slack as white vapor flowed from him, and into the quartz crystal.
"Charlus," Dorea screamed.
"Stay still or his sacrifices for nothing," Harry barked.
Slowly, the ingredients floated into the air, forming a smaller circle above Dorea with the quartz crystal in the center.
The objects began to spin. As they spun, they began breaking apart into specks of red light. The quartz crystal began pulling in the specks, its shape changing with each one it absorbed.
When the process finished, a small red orb hovered in the air above Dorea.
Making one final symbol with his hands, the symbols of the larger circle began falling down from the sky and pushing themselves along the orb.
Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Harry removed a peacock feather.
Pinching it between two fingers, he began mumbling fast, "Hera, goddess of motherhood, lend this couple your power. Accept these offerings, and grant them new life in the form of an heir."
With a flick of his wrist, the feather lunch through the air. Its spine stabbed into the sphere that was now etched with gold symbols.
The feather seemed to leach the red out of the small ball.
As this was happening, it slowly began to transform, but before Harry could make out what it was becoming. The small ball of white translucent energy shot into Dorea's abdomen.
She gasped and her whole body seemed to shine with light before the entire circle went dark.
Charlus collapsed to the ground, sweat pouring off his body.
Dorea stood in the center of the now dark pentagram. Her head angled down to stare at her stomach, her hands were wrapped around it protectively.
She looked up at them, tears streaming down her face, "I don't know how, but I know it worked." A smile spread across her face, "I can feel life inside of me."
Harry stared at the weeping woman, deep tiredness in his bones.
He was just glad it worked.
In his world, the gods of legend were cosmic entities born at the beginning of the universe. Wanting to have more of a direct role in universal events, they became the gods of legend to direct life on a more personal level.
In this world, they seem to be a combination of immortal aliens and cosmic beings. It often made him wonder, is he related to this world's Athena and Balder? Does he still have a family? What about his mother, does he still have blood ties to the Grey family, or does their differing family history make him a stranger that only shares their last name?
Shaking his head, he slowly pushed himself to his feet. Grunting at the stiffness in his limbs, he carefully began making his way over to Charlus "Are you alright?" He asked as the man climbed to his feet.
Charlus shook his head, "I'm fine," he pushed himself to his feet, "that was just unpleasant." He looked at him, "Did it work?"
Harry nodded to Dorea.
Charlus looked at his wife, weeping in the center of the circle. A happy smile spread across her face.
He then looked at Harry, "Thank you."
Harry dipped his head, "With your permission, I would like to stay for a few more months, just to make sure everything goes smoothly."
Charlus moved towards his wife, calling over his shoulder, "That's fine"
–XX –
Nine months later, Harry John Warkiller sat in one of the curved white chairs in Saint Mungo's hospital's waiting room. One leg was crossed over the other bouncing with nervous energy.
Over the past nine months, with Dorea's help, he was able to decipher the books he found in the chamber of secrets. Apparently, her daughter being created from the sacrifice of a basilisk imbued her and Dorea with the ability to use Parseltongue, a magical language that allowed one to talk to snakes.
The knowledge added to his understanding of will-based magic, while also giving him new ideas in ways to use his Psionic abilities.
The pale double doors at the far end of the room opened, and Charlus Potter walked out, sweat glistening on his forehead. A large smile spread across his face as he caught sight of Harry.
He quickly closed the distance between them, spreading his arms wide, "It's a girl."
Gracefully Harry uncrossed his legs and rose to his feet, "Congratulations."
Charlus wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "Well, what are you waiting for, let me introduce you to my daughter," he said the last word with wonder in his voice.
–XX –
Dorea Potter cradled her daughter in her arms, staring in wonder at her half-lidded purple eyes. She ran a hand through her tuft of black hair, marveling at its softness. She looked so much like her.
Her small hand gripped the rim of the blanket she was swaddled in.
The door to her room opened, and Charlus entered. Immediately, he moved over to the left side of the bed, leaning on the rail to stare at their daughter like an excited child. They had both waited for this moment for so long.
She stared into his hazel eyes, a distant voice in her mind wondered about the seven years off his life force. He looked fine, but that sacrifice weighed on her.
Soft footsteps drew her attention to the room's other occupant.
Harry John Warkiller.
She never imagined when he entered their lives six years ago. He would change them so much. Not only had he help them have a child, but he also introduced symbol magic to their family, as well as the ancient magic of Salazar Slytherin.
He moved closer to the bed, smiling gently down at the child in her arms, "Congratulations, she's beautiful."
"Of course, she is," Charlus exclaimed, making his daughter whimper, and getting a glare from Dorea.
In a much quieter voice, he continued, "She takes after her mother." He pulled Dorea to him, giving her a kiss on the temple.
He looked at both of them, "Our deal is complete, it's time for me to go out and make a place for myself in this world."
Sadness filled Dorea's eyes, he may not have entered their family the way she originally wanted, but she had become close to the boy that was her apprentice. "You don't have to do that," she looked into his eyes, "you could stay with us." She looked down at her daughter. Continuing much quieter, "You could be her older brother, or maybe her godfather."
Harry looked at the child, "The path I walk would probably be too perilous for that, but I would like to keep an eye on…" He hesitated, realizing he hadn't asked the child's name.
"Lillian Marie Potter."
"Lillian," he continued.
Clearing his throat, he turned his gaze back to Charlus and Dorea, "I want to thank you both for all you've done for me, the money you've provided me with over the years, the clothes, and more importantly the knowledge about this world. I will be forever grateful to you for all your help and your guidance in dealing with the loss of my parents."
"It is we that should be thanking you," Dorea began, "you helped us conceive our heart's desire."
"I had my reservations about allowing you into our home," Charlus continued, "with the amount of power you wield, but know you will always be an honorary member of our family."
With those final words, Harry John Warkiller strode from the room to forge his own destiny.