Origins meets Parallel Universe

by burnable

This is a short crossover of my original fanfic, Post-Apocalyptic Potter from a Parallel Universe, and my latest, Origins. In it, Harry Black and his wives show up shortly after the Fae are introduced to New Atlantis and are offered sanctuary. I'm afraid it leans towards how awesome Harry Black and his people are. There will be only a few chapters.

3. Chapter 3

AN: See disclaimer on Chapter 1.

Chapter 3

The week had flown by, with the new arrivals enjoying the luxuries on the island. They were served drinks by the divination-inclined bar-elf and they were offered every sort of service by a staff that apparently came from the island's very own Room of Requirement. While they discovered a lot and met many people, aliens included, they tried to spend the time in fun pastimes, with every wife having a Harry at her side at all times.

The large waterslide had even made an appearance and the new Harry had instantly decided he needed one for Harmony. The impossible angles and strangely flowing water made the experience one he would not soon forget.

Pansy, not having come across elves before, spent some time with them and checking them out with her diagnostic spells. Their physiological differences were superficial, but their genome held some strange revelations, with regard to cell replication, which she planned on studying when her Harry spent some time with his older twin, to help make new magicals.

That prospect had all his girls excited and they would not complain about the possibility of making new magicals. They had no doubt that their Harry would learn enough to be able to create a similar system as their brother-in-law. Failing that, he'd use what he learned to make something similar, but one way or another, he'd be succeeding.

Luna was planning on making a documentary about the island, its inhabitants and the Fae, and she had a recording crystal following her everywhere she and her other self, went.

The other girls all had either things that they wanted to, or could work on, especially considering the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity they currently had. Some of the magical beasts that they had found here, were completely new to them. Creatures from other planets that existed only in this reality, apparently. New techniques for potion brewing with modern appliances and devices to help the process along. Bruce had no problem sharing some of his recipes for curing or treating different diseases. In his opinion, if it helped people, he'd share it.

They also learned all about how EPI had come into being and how they protected their secrets. It seemed that a lot of their techniques were built on or around the fact that the local Harry was an enchanter. His way of doing things was definitely different than theirs, but they could most likely learn a lot from them.

The one thing that none of the girls had known, was that the older Harry had given his younger counterpart a certain book, which had most of them dragging whatever Harry they had with them, to the Sphere for some alone time. Regularly.

In return the new Harry had shown the older one the trick he'd used to capture Hathor with her own depravity. The spell was still a hex, though, so the older Harry decided to keep it in reserve, for if he ever fought a female and wanted her incapacitated for a while without knocking her out, for whatever reason. He'd normally not resort to such things, preferring to go for the knockout, but even he could see the usefulness of this unorthodox spell. Hell, Charlie would likely thank him, if he could sate the desires of the Veela that were usually dragging him away. For that matter, the Nymphs would likely also welcome an easy release. He'd just have to put the hex in an enchantment.

When the Honeymoon finally ended, the two Harrys disappeared to the older one's Workshop. He never told the younger one where it was, but not surprisingly, he didn't even ask after it. He had his own hidden laboratories and workshops, after all.

"So, this is what I've got so far." the older Harry started, revealing a core he'd been working on. It was visible currently, because it was in phase with the current universe. Normally a magical core was slightly out of phase, but just enough to allow for a connection. Along with the core itself, there were what looked like veins and arteries. Larger conduits which travelled through the body, with little hairs that supposedly made contact with the skin.

"So this is a magical core." the younger said, as he inspected what he was seeing in minute detail with his magic. "It's damn complicated." he admitted. "I'm detecting every kind of magic I can think of and even a few I've not seen. I'm assuming that's your influence?"

"Likely." the older Harry admitted. "I based this off an actual magical core I've got stored away."

"Let's see that one." the younger Harry said.

"Why?" the older asked.

"Well, if you're saying this is similar, but not the same, I'll need to see what's normal, won't I?" the younger said. "I'm also assuming you didn't just copy this, like you can do with your Asgardian magic?"

"No." the older agreed. "I tried that, but it makes a perfect copy, along with the imperfections. I'd rather not use those." He focussed his magic through his new ring and summoned an original magical core. As the core came in for a soft landing, he said, "I must compliment you little brother. This ring is very useful."

"We'll have to address this little brother thing at some point." the younger Harry said. "We were born at the same time. I'm just from a different timeline."

"Well, not really." The older Harry admitted. "I was sent forward in time as well, but not as far as you. Since I've lived longer, have more life experiences and all that, you're literally younger." 'I also tend to use time-turners a lot.' he finished in his head.

"Fine." the younger Harry conceded, as he ran his magic over the real magical core and compared the two. "I'm sensing a difference here." he said, indicating the original.

"What are you sensing for?" the older asked. "The dark magic is saturated. Somehow, I think the dark mark had an effect here, but it's strange. Severus doesn't have that in his core. I checked."

"Maybe it's had time to fix itself, since he reformed?" the younger Harry asked. "And no, it's not that. There's something here that yours doesn't have."

"What do you mean?" the older asked.

"I don't know." the younger said. "There's just something more here. It's like it has real life. When I scan clones and humans, I get the same feeling. One is just artificial. There's no soul. No innate intelligence."

"You're saying my new core lacks soul?" the older Harry asked, with a bit of a smile.

"No, it's just… It's not real." the younger Harry said. "The function is there, but it's… Wait, let me try something." he said then, as he got an idea. He reached forward and lifted the arm of the new core with his magic and held his fingers out to touch it. After a few seconds, he did the same with the original core. "Yeah, that's definitely it." he said, with a nod.

"What?" the older Harry asked.

"This core has no experiences." the younger Harry said. "As a magical grows, his core grows with them. That's what the darkness in the core is. It's the shaped magic. Magic becomes capable of more, as the individual learns."

"So, the new core needs to learn?" the older Harry asked.

"No." the younger said, as he sat back. "If I cloned your body right now, it will be an empty shell. No soul, no memories, no magic. If I made a copy of your memories and placed them in the brain of the clone, what do you think will happen?"

"I have no idea." the older said. He'd think that the clone would think he's himself. "I don't have experiences with cloning."

"The clone would have your memories, but it would still not know how to access those memories, or even know that it should." the younger said. "That information starts when you are born and certain things happen to your mind even before that, when you're in your mother's whom. That's the mystery of life. Fortunately we're not creating life."

"But, you're saying that the magic needs to learn from the individual?" the older Harry said. "The Dursleys didn't need that. I could feel the magic in them and Dudley even accidentally apparated away, in fear."

The younger Harry just chuckled. He'd loved hearing that story. "That's what the magic knows to do, due to ingrained responses, no doubt." he said, after he calmed down. "What about where he went? Did he go someplace he knew, or somewhere else?"

"Knockturn Alley." the older Harry said. He should have realized that. "Okay, I'm catching on. So you're saying the cores I've been making have the capabilities, but lack the real experience?"

"I'm saying we need to start earlier." the younger Harry said. "We need to examine how magical cores grow in the young. Fortunately you've got little Teddy for us to look at."

"You are not experimenting on him, or my son." the older Harry said, immediately.

"Wow." the younger said. "Do you, or do you not possess the ability to copy things?" he reminded his older self. "Come on man, you're supposed to know at least your own abilities." he said, when he saw the older Harry catching on.

"Well excuse me for not thinking about that." the older Harry defended himself. "I'm not some sort of scientist."

"You're telling me." the younger said. "You know, just a little bit of study and understanding of how molecules work, allowed me to transfigure diamonds from common coal. A little bit of high school science taught me enough to make that ring." he said, indicating his older self's hand.

"Hey, I had a more difficult life than you." the older Harry said. "Give me a little slack for not having been raised by Sirius and Remus and being able to do what I liked."

"Just so you know, as far as I can tell, we lived the same life until the second wizarding war." the younger said. "Somehow my memories were sent back to my younger body and I worked from there on out to achieve everything I did. I wasn't handed shit."

The older Harry was quiet then. He'd suspected something, considering the whispered message he'd gotten from his younger self about not acting shocked at his wives and their original histories. "So that's what you meant. You changed history. Diverged the timeline when you were younger, to save more people." he said, in understanding.

"Did you do something like that?" the younger said.

"It's complicated, but I went back and saved people, but without anyone knowing, so that things could play out as they should. Then, when my younger self had defeated Tom, I stopped him from coming back and doing as he liked and diverged the timeline." the older Harry confessed.

"So we're both not in our original worlds?" the younger Harry said. From the sounds of it, there was likely a timeline where his younger self had actually died and had been sent back, so those people had still ended up facing Voldemort, but this time without him there.

"Or, there was a timeline where you died and your soul was sent back to fix things." the older said, having followed the same thoughts. "I've read about similar things. Maybe your timeline simply had a loop in it, with you as the fulcrum."

"I hate predestination theorisation." the younger said. "I've already had that whole 'make magic in the first place' thing happen to me."

"Well, to hear you tell it, Magic knew you would make it, so likely just helped you give yourself the chance." the older Harry said, seeing the younger him was beginning to struggle with something he'd put a lot of thought into. He wasn't stupid either. They just had different experiences.

"Oh, you suck." the younger finally said. "Let's just get back on topic. Shall we take a break so that you can go copy Teddy's core, for us to study?" He had sensed that little James didn't have magic, but he'd assumed that his counterpart knew. Whatever. If they succeeded, they could fix that too.

"We'll need to ask Tonks and Natasha first." the older Harry said, not having realised what his younger counterpart had. "I won't harm kids, but it's still something they'll need to be aware of and agree to."

"Fair enough." the younger said, as he stretched out. Then a smirk appeared. "Oh, now I get it. The timeline thing. It makes sense if you consider it the way you described."

"That's not fair." the older Harry said. "You had one of your others thinking about it and they helped you."

"Actually, my instance with the Hermiones and Tony started discussing it, when I brought it up." the younger Harry said. "Hermione is a great teacher."

"Mine, not so much." the older Harry said. "She's more about book smarts. She can recite everything verbatim though. I swear she's got a photographic memory sometimes."

"Almost." the younger agreed. "Mine spent a lot of time tutoring people and researched ways to do that better, so she's got it down."

"Spent a lot of time studying together?" the older Harry asked.

"I may have encouraged my entire group to study together and helped them finish Hogwarts two years early." the younger Harry said.

"Learning crystals?" the older asked knowingly.

"Yup." the younger said, with a smirk. "It's not cheating, since they really knew the subjects afterward."

"Not cheating, huh?" the older asked. "So, if I asked you for a learning crystal to give me an advantage with learning Tony's perception and knowledge of runes?"

"You'd have to ask him if he's willing to share it." the younger said with a shrug. "Something tells me that he won't like just giving away his information like that. You guys make a great team as you are, don't you?"

The older Harry had to concede that point and pretty soon he'd transported both himself and his younger counterpart away again. As was becoming the norm, the Winter Queen was sitting by the bar, chatting with Hela. On arrival, her posture changed and she turned ever so slightly, to show off her pale legs in her newly acquired swimsuit.

"She does realise that I'm married, right?" the younger murmured.

"Yes, and one of your wives is the descendant of the Summer Queen." the older said. "She feels that Winter needs to be represented as well. It's a whole thing with the Summer and Winter Courts. They compete over everything. She's likely hoping that you'll be willing to take another wife. You have eight already, after all."

"It would be simpler for her to work her way into my girls' favour." the younger said. "I'm quite happy with my current number, though. Should I address it?" he asked.

"Likely a good idea." the older said, as he veered off to go speak to his wife, who was struggling to get little James to eat his lunch of some kind of sloppy substance. He usually just transfigured it into yoghurt, so that he'd eat it and then it turned back into healthy food in the baby's tummy.

The younger Harry, currently with nothing better to do, decided to take a moment to speak to his new admirer. She was a visiting monarch and he'd visited her realm a few times now, usually with Luna, so he thought it was probably best to catch things before they became problematic for his older self.

"Good afternoon, Queen Mab." he said, as he approached her and Hela. "Sup, big sis." he added with a fond smile at the goddess of death. He liked the idea that he had siblings, and they didn't seem to mind his addition to the family either.

"Good afternoon, Lord Harry." Mab responded, with what she thought was a welcoming smile.

"Hello, little brother." Hela said, smirking at him.

"I'm never being called anything else, am I?" Harry asked.

"No." Hela agreed, before getting up. "I'll be feeding the Thestrals." she said, having heard part of the conversation. Hopefully her friend would stop pining after the newcomer, if they took a moment to talk things through.

"How are you doing Queen Mab?" Harry asked, as he sat down.

"Please, would you call me Mab?" she asked, as she leaned toward him.

"Harry then." Harry insisted, as Eldrin placed a drink before him. "Listen, I'm thinking it's time we discussed this situation." he said, indicating Mab's blatant attempt to draw his attention to her chest.

"What situation are-" she started.

"Don't give me that." Harry interrupted. "We both know you're not an idiot and I'd like to think you don't think I'm one."

"Of course not, Harry." Mab said seriously, but sitting back as well. "I'm just not certain what you wish to discuss. I've just been as courteous as I can be."

"So you've not been trying to get my attention?" Harry asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Mab took a deep breath. "Fine then. I would like to spend some time getting to know you." she relented. "It is not only an injustice that Summer has a representative in your house, but you spend more time with her and in Summer's realm. I cannot lose to them. Winter would forever be shamed for Summer having someone so close to the Founder and not having a representative ourselves."

"I didn't choose that for myself." Harry said. "That's just how things are." He sighed then. "Listen, Mab, you are a beautiful woman, you don't need to work so hard to gain my attention. So just do me a favour and stop trying. You should be trying to get close to my wives. I'm not the one in charge of the decisions in my household. They are. I started honestly dating them at their insistence.

"Also, when I leave, if you somehow convinced them to join us, would you be leaving your people to come with us?" Harry said, quite honestly. One of his instances was discussing this with Daphne as the conversation went, so that he'd not keep any secrets from his girls, and she'd pointed that out to him.

"I was actually hoping I could convince you to stay here, or at least one of you." Mab admitted.

"But then that would be unfair toward Summer." Harry pointed out. "That is if I could stay here, which I don't think I can do."

"Not if you married the Luna here as well." Mab said. "And why can't you let one of your 'instances' stay here?"

"It has to do with what you call the Source." Harry said. "The others are all still me. We see everything the others see. We feel everything the others feel. For all intents and purposes, we're the same person, with all the same memories and experiences. Right now I'm running with Susan through the woods, while I'm helping Luna with her documentary, while I'm chatting with the Hermiones and Tony, while I'm working on a list with Daphne for priorities when we get back and telling her about this discussion, while I'm inspecting the medical branch of EPI with Pansy, while I'm being intimate with Fleur and the Patil twins in the Sphere, while a part of me is working on a limited form of ascension for my family, while I'm sitting here chatting with you. All of this is in my head at this very moment.

"With the time-difference, I don't think I'll be able to be here and back home." Harry finished.

"You aren't copies, or different people?" Mab asked. "It's all just you? You are much like the Fae then."

"But there is a difference." Harry said. "I'm not many counterparts of myself. I'm different instances of myself with no borders between any of us."

"You are truly a g-" Mab started.

"Don't do that." Harry interrupted again. "I'm not divine, like my older twin. I'm a human with a special skill and connection to magic. I chose not to become what you are thinking on purpose. I like limits. I choose limits. I only cheat to make my relationship with my girls more fair to them."

"Can you not be fair to the Fae too?" Mab insisted.

Harry sighed. "You're not letting this go, are you?" he asked.

"Not while you are here and I have the possibility to sway you." Mab said. "I am meant to do what is best for my people. A connection to you would be a triumph for Winter, which Summer can already claim."

"My Luna is human, with Fae blood." Harry pointed out, ignoring the fact that she didn't mention that there was a natural attraction. That counted in his favour, by his estimation.

"She's been made Fae again, by Titania." Mab pointed out. "Both of them are now as the rest of their realm, blessed by Summer. No doubt Titania knew what she was doing when she reinstated her daughter's descendants."

"No offense, Mab, but the Summer Queen doesn't seem like the scheming type to me." Harry said. "That seems more like something you would do. Luna is her family and her last descendant. I think she did it out of love."

"I think that's enough of that." Daphne said, as she appeared. "I'll be looking into this for you Queen Mab. We have many magics that we can perform. If my husband, himself, can add to your realm in some way, would that not suit your needs for boasting rights?"

"It's not about boasting, Lady Daphne." Mab said, respectfully. "It is about a connection. A powerful ally. A worthy consort. There is a balance that must be maintained. Winter cannot allow the current imbalance to stand."

"Let's discuss that then." Daphne said. "I believe my husband has other things to do." she said, indicating off to the side, where the older Harry was standing and waiting, while he watched the younger children at play.

"Of course." Mab agreed, still seeming frustrated with the fact that Harry had not responded to her as she had hoped. Perhaps his wife could help persuade him. If they could come here through time to the present, they might decide to come here again, in their future, but at the present here still.

The younger Harry excused himself and walked over to his older self.

"No luck then?" the older one asked.

"Not yet." the younger agreed. "Hopefully Daphne can help her out. These Fae have strange ways about them, but I'm thinking that I understand her a bit better now."

"Better you than me." the older Harry said.

"Don't think you're out of the woods, yet." the younger Harry said. "If, by the time that we leave, there is no solution, I think Mab might very well decide that you, as my older twin, would be the only substitute."

"I'd like to see her try." the older Harry scoffed. He doubted his wife would allow anything like that and he had more than enough women in his life with her and Xera.

They were soon back in the Workshop and the older Harry pulled out a new core. It was obviously from a smaller person, but the core was already fully grown.

"Couldn't get your wife to allow the copy?" the younger asked, seeing a look in his eyes and wanting to get this out of the way.

The older Harry sighed. "No. She didn't have a problem with it. It just seems that my son was not gifted with magic." He'd not looked before, since magic usually manifested itself later in life only. He was not happy with the revelation, but he'd definitely be fixing it the moment that he could do what they were working on. He looked at his younger self, then. "You knew, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes." the younger said. "I'm sorry. I realised that you didn't know and decided not to push, but, I'll make sure we sort this out. All else fails, you can just copy and implant Teddy's core, right?"

"Not until we understand this situation." the older Harry denied. "So, let's get those ascended brains of yours pumping. If I have to teach you how to make one of these myself, to ensure my family has these advantages, I'll do that, but you have to promise me to keep my secrets and not to abuse the knowledge."

"Hell no." the younger Harry denied. "There's no chance I'm letting you spoil this for me. I'll figure out my own method, before I allow you to teach me yours. No offense, but this is the kind of thing I love figuring out."

"Even if it takes you years?" the older Harry asked. "Enchanting is not as simple as adding power when you make things. There's a lot of-"

"Finesse?" the younger Harry asked, as the new core and conduits lifted up and mimed giving the older Harry the finger. "I've got tons of finesse. All I need is to understand the concepts and I'll be able to do anything that is magically possible. If that fails, I'll invent technology that allows me to bridge the gap."

"Fair enough." the older Harry sighed. His younger self likely could do as he claimed. "Let's get started then."

It was easier said than done. While the older Harry had done a lot of research into making magical cores, there was still a hell of a lot to figure out. It took them two months, but the older Harry had finally revealed one of his secrets and time dilation was soon an option, allowing them to spend many times more time on the project than in real time. In real time, it took only a week.

By the end of that time, though, they had figured out the problem, with the younger Harry gaining enough of the concept to be useful. The magical core needed to start out as a blank copy. There was also a bit of an issue with how magic recharged, but the younger Harry's research had helped there. The older Harry had unknowingly copied both a trained core and a more advanced magical conduit system. Those apparently needed to develop with time and use. Fortunately they had time and the younger Harry had shared part of another of his secrets, for the time-dilation concept, which he intended to copy the moment he got home.

They created a false-life construct, with no personality and only the ability to grow. Implanting a new, blank magical core into the tiny body allowed it access to magic, but it would not be using that magic, to keep it clean of influence. Instead the construct would grow with time and hopefully allow the conduits to grow with it. Putting that construct into a time-dilated environment, pushed to the max, allowed them to create their very first, functional, artificially created magical core.

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They celebrated their success by throwing a party, wherein a copy of the adult-sized core would be implanted into a very willing subject: Tony.

"Come on guys!" Tony exclaimed excitedly, as all their friends stood around waiting for the test. "I don't need to know all this procedural crap. Just gimme!"

"You do realise that you will be no more powerful than a first-year and that you'll need to train your magic to allow you to gain proficiency and endurance." the older Harry said.

"I don't care!" Tony said again. "You said you learn levitation first-year, right?"

"A feather." the younger Harry confirmed.

"Just… do it, okay?" Tony pleaded.

"Should we?" the older Harry asked his younger self.

"I don't know." the younger said, as the gathered crowd chuckled. "He's too eager. Maybe we should try someone else first. Natasha's been waiting patiently."

"I've got enough magical gear to make up for not having my own for now." Natasha said. Honestly, she was looking forward to her own, but she also knew Tony would become unbearable while he waited for his own. Bruce was another matter entirely. With Hulk residing in his body, nobody knew what would happen if he was given magic. They'd try it, at some point, but it would be under strict supervision.

"Okay, fine." the older Harry said, with a fake sigh, as an examination table appeared form the ground, with no indication of who had cast the spell. Honestly, not even the older Harry knew if he had conjured it. It could very well have been the Room of Requirement. He'd just begun thinking of needing one, when it appeared.

"Get on." the younger said, as he pulled out a storage disk from inside his Comm. It was where they'd stored the core and conduits, since it was a perfect form of stasis. Harry hadn't shared how the technology worked, but had easily stored the core in it. He pressed a button and the core was suddenly standing before them, contained in a jelly-like substance, in a see-through container.

"Awesome." Tony said, as he lay down on the table. "I'll need to know how you did that later." he said to the younger Harry. To him it had looked like a remote-control, activating a remote transport, but it didn't look like any of the technology they had seen to date.

"Sorry, buddy. That's a Trade Secret." the younger Harry said.

"Seriously?" Tony asked. "Just how many different kinds of magical technology did you invent?"

"Oh, I'm certain I don't have a number off the top of my head." the younger Harry said, even as the older one magically lifted the core from its suspended state.

"With the researchers adding to his collection, we've got thousands of new and different ways to do things never before achievable in the magical or mundane worlds." Daphne piped up. "At last count, it was two-thousand six hundred and twenty five. Most of that all stemmed off research Harry himself pioneered."

"I call dibs on the fun stuff, though." said Harry pointed out.

"I bet." Tony said, as he watched the core, which was aligned above his heart, and the conduits line up with his form. "Is this going to hurt?" he asked.

"The Dursleys didn't seem like they were in pain." Loki put in. "Then again, they were unconscious at the time."

"Maybe you should knock me out?" Tony asked hopefully. He was suddenly nervous.

"Wouldn't want to affect the natural integration of your new core with outside influences." the older Harry said. "Now lay still." he finished, as he finally lowered the core into his friend's body.

Having been built to go into a human body, the core easily found a place next to the heart and the conduits started attaching themselves to the correct locations, under both Harrys' strict supervision. When the core had settled and the conduits were finally stable, having stabilized themselves, Tony finally spoke up.

"So, I'm feeling kind of tingly." he said. "Is that normal?"

"We don't honestly know." the older Harry said. "Can you feel everything, though? You're not experiencing pain of any kind?"

"No. Not that I know of." Tony said. "Wait, was that a possibility?" he asked urgently.

"No, it's just magic isn't natural to your body, so I was just wondering if there was discomfort." the older Harry said. "Well all tests come back positive. You're a wizard, congrats."

Tony shot upright and looked around. "Well, the world doesn't look any more magical." he said after a moment, almost regretfully.

The younger Harry cast a patronus, though, and it trotted up to Tony. "Can you see that?" he asked.

"The giant patronus in my face?" Tony asked, as a smile slowly dawned on his face. "I'm a wizard!" he exclaimed.

"So, no special first words?" the older Harry asked. "Just, 'The giant patronus in my face', and 'I'm a wizard'?" Technically his first words were 'So, I'm feeling kind of tingly'.

"Damn, I missed another opportunity didn't I?" Tony said, in realization. "How about, 'This is so damn cool'?"

There was a bit of laughter and soon clapping as everyone present congratulated both Harrys on their success.

Pretty soon, though, Wanda was pulling Tony to his feet. "Come on, I have been preparing wands. I'd like to see how you compare with them."

"You may want to give it a few minutes." the older Harry said. "His core isn't really full of magic at this point. It'll fill up quickly here, but let's not test his limits just yet."

"Or, he could just use this, while his conduits develop?" the younger Harry said, pulling out a wand he had slapped together quickly, with some of the blue diamond he always carried on him, as the core. "Universal wand." he explained.

"You can make wands?" Wanda asked.

"Not like a real wandmaker." the younger Harry said. "Mine has a very special core, which works as a perfect medium for all kinds of magic."

"I want one." Tony said instantly.

"Nope." the younger Harry said. "This is also Family Magic. I just thought you could use it while your core settles. Did you know that magicals tend to have special talents with certain kinds of magic? Using a wand aligned to your talents will serve you much better in the learning process, than something that works for everything."

Wanda looked relieved at that, but still looked at the new wand. "May I try it?" she asked.

"Sure thing." the younger Harry said, flipping the wand to her.

Wanda quickly conjured a swarm of butterflies, before incinerating the lot of them with two flicks from her wand. "Wow." she said, looking at the wand in her hand. "This wand is wonderful. What would it take for you to teach me its secrets?"

"You'd have to marry him." Pansy said. "As I understand it, your significant other wouldn't like that." she added smugly.

"Family magic is meant to be kept in the family." the younger Harry said, ignoring it when Wanda stubbornly pulled out her own wand and scanned the new one. "It's also protected by magics that hide its secrets, or destroy them if people start prying into them." he added, with a smirk.

"But you're going to another universe." Tony said, then. If this wand was capable of making the local wandmaker jealous, he definitely wanted one. "Your secrets won't come back to your world." he added.

"Doesn't change the fact that I have a duty to uphold." the younger Harry said. "Family magics are sacred to us. This particular secret is also so versatile that, in the wrong hands, it could spell the end of civilizations." The Replicators had been all but wiped out by weapons based on this particular secret. The fact that he had, in fact, shared this secret with the Asgard, wouldn't be mentioned, but then they were bound by contract and their own word, which they'd already proven to be trustworthy.

If the older Harry really wanted to know, Harry might decide to share it with him, but only under contract, but it didn't really seem like he needed it. They'd be around for a few more days, though. He wanted to be around to confirm that the core was stable and to work on replicating a core of his own. He'd already figured out part of the creation process and it seemed to him that the older Harry would be good to have around while he perfected his own version.

"So, you've got your first core created." Tony asked his friend, trying to change the subject, from something he knew would just frustrate him if he carried on. "Do you have a firm grasp on the process? When do you think you can get Pepper and Morgan one?"

"Well, technically I've now got a blueprint which I can just copy." the older Harry said. "What you've got in your body was just the first copy of an adult-sized core and magical conduit system. I made copies along the way for younger people, but we'll likely need you and Pepper trained up, before we give your daughter, who is likely just as smart as both of her parents, the ability to do accidental magic."

"Listen to the man." Hermione said. "I've heard some horror stories and you'll want to be able to summon your daughter if she accidentally floats up to retrieve a lost balloon, or crawls up the walls."

"Tony, listen to Hermione." Pepper said. She'd been right there next to him, holding their infant daughter. Right now, she wanted to hug her husband, since he'd been dreaming of this day since Harry had first mentioned making magicals. He'd actually tried to convince Harry on multiple occasions to give him a Death Eater's core.

"Thank you, Mrs Stark." Hermione said. She really liked the woman. She was sharp and funny, but she also had a very welcoming personality.

"I told you to call me Pepper." Pepper chastised.

"So, about that core for Pepper?" Tony persisted.

"We'll be able to set her up in the next few days." the older Harry said.

"We just need to be sure you'll not be spontaneously combusting." the younger Harry said, with a serious face.

"He's joking." Tony scoffed, before he turned to a similarly serious look on his best friend's face. "Tell me he's kidding." he insisted. Both Harrys finally broke into smiles, once he started looking worried. "Oh, you're both comedians." he said, sighing in relief. He really should have known better. Harry wouldn't risk him like that. "So, when can I start practicing?" he asked, taking the wand from Wanda, who was still looking at the younger Harry through narrowed eyes.

"Swish and flick." Hermione said. "Wingardium Leviosa. Standard levitation charm. Ensure the words are pronounced correctly and with the emphasis in the correct places."

"Wingardium Leviosa." Tony repeated perfectly. "Okay, show me the movement." he demanded. Hermione just smiled at him and walked off with him and Pepper, as she conjured a feather out of nothing. "I'll need you to do everything with your wand and with the incantations in front of a camera at some point." they heard him saying as they left. Dumbledore and McGonagall was right behind them. Imagine that. Finally a new student, and he was approaching fifty years old.

"He'll have enough instructors here, I take it?" the younger Harry asked.

"Harry set me up with the Room of Requirements, making instructors from his memory." Wanda said. "Professor McGonagall was still better though."

"She's got loads of experience." the older Harry agreed. "She may have taught Transfiguration, but she's been a witch all her life."

"Taught me more than Transfiguration, before I went to Hogwarts." the younger Harry added.

"I'd really like to know your whole story." the older Harry said.

"Well, I'm sure that Luna wouldn't mind showing you the first movie." the younger Harry said. "It covers all the way to the end of second year, but the extended cut is four hours long."

"She made a movie?" the older Harry asked.

"Sure." the younger Harry said, as he conjured an illusion of himself as an eleven-year old, sitting next to Ron and Hermione as she told him how to correctly pronounce the spell she was currently teaching Tony. "With magic, it's a simple thing to reproduce things and record them. Don't even need a CG department." he said.

"Right." the older Harry said, before turning abruptly and walking straight to the Lunas, who were looking more and more like twins these days. The local one had been regaining her youth since she was made into a full Fae.

"We'll likely be watching that movie right now." Wanda noted. "Any chance it gives clues to how your secrets work."

"Some of them, sure." the younger Harry said. "Like the lightsaber, or the other little things that aren't considered trade secrets or family magic. Well, to a degree. Mostly you'll just see where I drew inspiration from."

They had been correct. Before long, Luna had gone to fetch a projector and two of the larger speakers, and had started the movie. The many guests had been wondering what was going on, until the title showed 'Harry Black – Directed by Luna Lovegood. Dedicated to Mr Snuggles, my first teddy. The washer killed you, but you are fondly remembered.'

There were chuckles at that. It was just so Luna. The movie was considered both action and adventure, and comedy. Harry had almost forgotten about some of the things he had done to entertain himself in those first two years. It seemed that Luna had gotten many of the stories from his first year, when she wasn't there yet.

By the time the movie ended, there was an applause and then many people with questions again. It showed Harry's life before he rescued Sirius, and then how he had done that, but with the real details edited, for obvious reasons. A few other fun little things, like learning he was a wandless caster, was simply made to look like a natural talent and the illusions were always slightly hazy, so as not to give his secrets away. This was meant for the magical world and the mundane, after all.

"That was fantastic." Tony said. "You used runes and other magics to get to the moon before you even hit puberty!"

"What was the real purpose of that trip?" the older Harry asked.

"Dropping off the phylactery." the younger Harry said. "Couldn't put that in the film, though, so it was left as a secret, which might be revealed later. We're still debating showing when I go and visit Tom for tricks on how to handle his Death Eaters. That or just say he's on a magically hidden asteroid that orbits the sun."

"You've still got Death Eaters?" the older Harry asked.

"No, just the one, now." the younger Harry said. "Lucius is so fucking scared of me, since I made him release the Weasleys from their family curse, that he's been a model citizen. He still has contacts into the darker side of things, but now he's an informant, so we keep him out of prison for that reason."

"Hold on." the older Harry said. "What family curse?" he asked, looking over at the Weasley matriarch, who was talking angrily at Ron, who was defending himself by saying that it's a movie from a different world.

"Oh, right." the younger Harry said. "These ones don't seem to have it. I already checked. In our world it had something to do with them attracting people, but never finding real love. I'm not supposed to tell you, though. That's considered private."

The older Harry sighed then. "Maybe it's time we start negotiating for some information. I'd really like to know how you created that living puppet thing and how you detect family magics, or use them."

"That's a big thing you're asking." the younger Harry said. "There's some real nasty things in the Black Family Grimoire."

"There's a Black Family Grimoire?" the local Sirius asked, in shock. He'd met the new Harry on the second day and then he'd complained that he'd not been introduced. A Harry, raised and adopted by himself and married to eight witches, including twins and a Veela! He was disappointed he wouldn't have the chance to meet and congratulate his obvious genius other self.

"There wasn't." the younger Harry said. "Remus used Veritaserum to get all the secrets from the prisoners kept in Lupin Penitentiary. It was even legitimised by the Crown, since it only helped the wolves protect more people. We put all those secrets in one of my magical databases and keep it under protection. Remus actually got one of the rituals straight from there the other day."

"The werewolf cure was in our family Grimoire?" Sirius asked, a smile breaking out on his face.

"No, but after I developed the ritual, we put it there." the younger Harry said.

"Merlin, I have a smart godson!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Technically, I'm another Sirius's godson." the younger Harry said. Again. Sirius refused to listen, whenever he mentioned it.

"He's not here, so I'm standing in as proxy." Sirius said, defiantly. It had been his response before as well.

"I'd still like to know about this ritual creation magic." the older Harry said. "We don't have anything like that in our restricted section."

"Yeah, I don't know what family that came from, but unless your restricted section contains every dark family's secrets, I doubt you'd find this one there." the younger Harry said. "For all I know, in your original timeline, something like that didn't exist, or it was a Dumbledore Family magic."

"It wasn't." the local Dumbledore said, from where he was standing with Minerva, both of whom were very curious about some of what they had seen.

"You're changing the subject." the older Harry said.

"No, I'm refusing to give you information that you don't need." the younger Harry said.

"If it would make you feel better, we can discuss it in private." the older Harry persisted.

"Or you could teach someone that can't perform your magic, so that they can keep the secret and only reveal completed rituals." Loki said.

"Oh, I'm not trusting you as far as I can throw a star." the younger Harry scoffed.

"How far can you throw a star?" Thor asked, genuinely curious.

"I can't." the younger Harry admitted. "Even if I really wanted to and figured it out, I'd still not trust the god of tricks." He got some feedback and smiled. "Yeah, I can't throw a sun, not unless I created it myself."

"Did you just tell yourself that?" the older Harry asked, glancing upward.

"I don't mind being told when something is impossible, so that I don't waste my time on it." the younger Harry admitted.

"Hey, you changed the subject again!" the older Harry said in realisation.

The younger Harry just smirked, before looking at his bare arm and saying, "Well, will you look at the time? I think it's time to retire for the night." Then he disappeared.

The older Harry looked around and saw the other instances also vanishing with the wives they were escorting. "I really want to know how he made that puppet." he said, to nobody in particular.

"Why? I've seen you animate things and give them life." Odin said.

"You don't understand, father." the local Harry said. "He can give things real life with one of those rituals. Real life and intelligence. He told me that he's made dragons that shrink until they are the size of a small dog, who you feed magic to keep alive. They can do amazing things and you can merge with them and become one. The mind of the dragon then helps you to use its body and you can create them with powers and personalities and all kinds of awesome things."

Odin's eyes had grown wide at that statement. "Truly?" he asked.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed.

"You want a pet for James, don't you?" Natasha asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Of course!" Harry exclaimed again. "Can't you just see it? Little James, riding on the back of his best friend, a Dragon that can grow to the size of an elephant in a second to protect him? With a real connection to him and a loyalty that you can't pay for?"

"That does sound amazing." Natasha said, as she imagined it. A friend for her little boy, who can protect him from any harm, no matter where he goes. "We'll just have to convince him to make James a dragon then. He can protect his magics, so that the dragon can't be copied, right?"

"No!" Tony exclaimed. "What about Morgan?!" he added. "She'll want one too!"

Odin just chuckled at that. "I suspect no parent would mind such a thing for their children. A stalwart protector and friend, who would never leave you in the lurch. My grandson will have such a companion, even if I need to order Thor to empty the vaults of Asgard for it."

"Oh you guys suck!" a voice said, from right above them, where the younger Harry suddenly became visible, floating as if standing horizontally on something. "You knew I would keep an ear out for why you wanted that magic, didn't you?" he accused. He'd not be able to say no to something like that. They were just parents, looking out for their family.

"I do have years of experience with magic." Odin chuckled, confirming he knew that Harry had been there.

"Just for that, I'm only teaching Odin the magic and I'm binding it by contract, so that you guys have to pester him to help you make new dragons." Harry said, before he vanished again.

"Is he gone?" the local Harry asked. He'd not sensed a thing.

"It was an illusion, projected from the Sphere." Odin said. "It is gone now."

"Right." Harry said. "He can cast magic through his illusions. I'll need to figure out how to detect that. How did you detect it father?" he asked then.

"I felt his intent." Odin said. "You are still young and barely trained in our magics, my son. I'll need to spend some time teaching you this."

"Through his illusions?" Loki asked. That would be a trick he'd kill for.

"Apparently it's unique to him." Harry confirmed. "Something to do with his connection to Magic."

"Magic itself blessed him so?" Odin asked. "I dare say, Loki would love such a talent." he chuckled, looking at his second son.

"I've got a few ideas about emulating it." Harry said. "Just, don't expect miracles. It's a long shot."

"That you would try, is something I am grateful for." Loki said, as he got up. He wanted to go catch up with Luna. She'd been spending so much time with her counterpart, he'd not had the opportunity to spend much time with his best friend of late. They had never ended up dating. Loki appreciated her friendship too much to jeopardise that. Little did he know that she was waiting for him to make a move. Frigga knew, of course, but she would not spoil her fun, by telling him. They had time, after all, and she thought it was likely a good idea for him to wait a bit. He wasn't ready yet, not for the kind of commitment Luna deserved.

"So, you'll be learning how to create magical life?" Tony asked Odin.

"It would seem so." Odin said. "It is wise to limit such knowledge. I just worry for my ability to learn it. I am no spell caster, as my youngest son is."

"I'll give you my ring to draw from, should you need it, father." Harry offered and Odin nodded in acceptance. That should help.

"Perhaps, when you know how it is done, we can attempt to create a body for me, which is capable of reproduction?" Jarvis said, from where he sat nearby with Wanda.

"It would depend on the limitations of this magic, I think." Odin said. "But you are a good man, Jarvis, and I would be willing to attempt it, if it's possible." he allowed.

"So they want Black Dragons." Hermione said. She and Harry had stayed behind to eavesdrop, at her insistence, when the others went to their rooms, each with a Harry. They were steadily working their way through the book and every other morning, they didn't want to leave the bedroom, to do again what they had the previous evening.

"It would seem so." Harry agreed. "I don't really mind sharing this, but I'll have to learn about their magical data storage capabilities and their long distance communications, so that they can use it properly. I don't want to risk the lives of the Dragons. Real border-line intelligent creatures deserve the proper steps and precautions. This is not considered dark magic for no reason."

"I understand." Hermione said, with a kind smile. "You are a caring man, and a wonderful husband. I'll trust you to do this right, like you did with Spike, Sparky and One. How is he doing these days anyway?"

"After the blood adoption to Poppy, his genome has changed enough that I don't have to worry about him going out and making children that could be considered mine. They will still be considered family, though." Harry said. One had become like family anyway, but Harry had needed to protect himself, so he'd asked One if he wouldn't mind a blood adoption. He'd readily agreed and Poppy had offered to be a surrogate mother to him.

She often invited him to dinner and had long conversations about how he was adjusting to life in Harmony. In all, it seemed he was just happy to be alive and allowed to live as a normal human. His origins aside, he was a very nice guy and Harry had no doubt he'd be attracting a woman at some point, even if he and Alpha were still chatting on a near daily basis. His hyper-intelligence meant it was likely going to be a scientist or doctor that he attracted, someone who could hold a conversation with him for long periods of time.

"Of course." Hermione said. "He's already basically your son. Now we just need to give him magic and he'll be all set."

"I can't wait to get into that research." Harry admitted. "I've learned so much here. This artificial magical core thing is going to change life in Harmony. I might even be able to develop a way to depower current magicals. Did what my counterpart did with magical prisoners and take their magic, before turning them over to normal prisons."

"Poetic." Hermione agreed. "Still, now you've got work to do again. I'm starting to miss my lab."

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Harry said. "I'll do this as quickly as I can. I was going to do something nice for my counterpart, for letting me learn about the cores. That's why I told him about Spike and Sparky. I wanted to see if it would work as a gift. Now, it seems I've committed myself to teaching people."

"Make a learning crystal." Hermione suggested. "It'll speed things along. Then all you have to do is hand him the ritual and tell him to learn it, while you go ahead and learn what you need to, so that you can build the body."

"They do have Naquadah here." Harry conceded. "They call it Uru, though. Apparently another alien race holds the metal as their greatest treasure. We'll need permission to use some, to create the dragons' bodies."

"That's not for you to worry about." Hermione said. "They'll handle that. You just worry about learning about their technological capabilities, so that you can use that and keep your own secrets."

In another room, Harry was getting an update from Daphne, while they were getting ready for bed.

"So she's still trying to worm her way in?" Harry asked.

"Not really." Daphne said. "She wants equality. In their culture it just works that way. All of them have the same advantages, but they use them differently. Luna represents a power-gap to them. You're like a god to these people. Having married a Summer Fae princess means you show them favour." 'That and Mab really wants to jump your bones.' she finished in her head.

"But I'm not and she's not really either." Harry contested.

"Yes she is." Daphne countered. "Our Luna was given her full heritage too, if you didn't realise."

"Yeah, I did, but she's from another time-line and reality." Harry said. "There's a whole other Summer Court, somewhere, who can claim that they have an advantage. What happens if we meet them at some point?"

"The Fae are all connected to each other across the universes, if you've somehow forgotten that." Daphne reminded him. "One Summer Court is connected to the other. One has an advantage in their connection to what they call the Source, so all of them do. Therefore all Winter Fae do not."

"So what's the solution?" Harry asked.

"I'll be doing some research in your private library." Daphne said. "I have an idea that might just do the trick."

"I love it when you get scheming like that." Harry said, with a smile, as he banished the rest of his clothes and summoned Daphne, who was dressed in barely there negligée, to him.

"Page seventeen?" Daphne asked, with a grin.

"Page seventeen, it is." Harry said, smiling back.

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The next day found Harry delivering a contract, a ring and a magically protected, conjured booklet, with instructions on how the ritual worked, with all the downsides and requirements to ensure the new life didn't suffer the fate of being considered dark, or only temporary. Odin was intrigued by the ring and had the usual reaction when told it would help him learn the ritual. Odin swore to keep the ring secret and to study the ritual in private, while Harry went to find his older counterpart.

He didn't have to look too far. The older Harry was playing with little James in their private backyard, while Natasha was reading through some report she'd received from EPI on some of the operations her department were involved in. Just because the drug trade took a massive hit, didn't mean it stopped.

"Hi there." the younger Harry said.

"Hello, uncle Harry." the older Harry said, as he pointed him out to little James. "Did you come to visit your nephew?" he asked playfully.

"Well, I didn't come here just for that, but I don't mind." the younger Harry said, as he crouched down next to them. "Hi there, James. Did you know that your daddy is a superhero?" he asked.

James just gurgled and giggled. He was still very young and didn't understand much of anything yet.

"He'll likely figure that out sooner or later." the older Harry said.

"Probably a good thing that he's got so many people willing to look after him, while he's here on the island." the younger said. "You two probably need to head out together, when it gets busy."

"Between Molly and Frigga, the Elves, the House-Elves, the Nymphs and the Veela, there's never a need to look too far for someone who wants to look after our little prince." the older Harry agreed.

"I'm assuming you're here to discuss the dragon thing?" Natasha asked, as she walked up to them. "Good morning, by the way." she added.

"Good morning, Queen Natasha." the younger Harry said, with a smirk. She didn't react to that.

"I'll take over here, while you two go discuss what is needed." Natasha said, as she bent down and took over from her husband.

"Hey, I was having fun." the older Harry half-complained.

"Then come back quickly, once you're done talking." Natasha said, flippantly, all while smiling at little James and tickling him, making him giggle. "Otherwise I'll have had all your fun without you." she added.

The older Harry sulked for a moment, before sighing and leading the younger Harry from their backyard.

"I'm sorry I interrupted." he said to his older self. "I didn't mean to spoil your fun."

"No, it's fine." the older Harry said. "I see him all the time. He's just in a good mood today. Let me warn you now, don't get all your wives pregnant at once. I hardly got any sleep for weeks with just him."

"I won't have that problem." the younger Harry said, as another him appeared and waved at the older Harry. "We can handle it."

"That's just cheating." the older Harry said. "You can sleep, while you spend time with the kids. Hell you can be with your babies, while you're making more with your wives."

"Well, I don't intend on ever having that many instances." the younger Harry said. "It's useful that I don't need to sleep, though."

"Cheater." the older Harry just reiterated. The fact was, he didn't need a lot of sleep himself, but he was usually busy with more than just looking after his son and spending time with him and his wife.

The younger Harry just smirked. "Maybe I have another trick for you, before we leave." he said, with a hint of mischief.

They soon found their way to the bar. "So, what are you doing today?" the older Harry asked.

"Spending time with the girls, mostly." the younger Harry said. "Daphne is off being mysterious, making plans to sort Mab out somehow. Besides that, I'm with you. We need to acquire some Uru to make the Dragon bodies and I need to speak to Tony or Jarvis about your data storage capabilities."

"Uru?" the older Harry asked. "I don't know. The Dwarves really don't like sharing the stuff."

"Then copy some." the younger Harry shrugged. "Thor's hammer is made of it."

"I don't think that's such a good idea, either." the older Harry said. "Thor might not like that I'm making copies of Mjolnir."

"You're not copying the magic, just the metal." the younger Harry said. "You know what? Never mind. If you want to do this right, you'll find a way to get me what we need. I'll be chatting with Jarvis in the meanwhile. Cheers." he said, as he turned and walked off to where he saw Jarvis and Wanda training. He was controlling some sort of small flying devices, flying them around as she used them for target practice.

"You want to channel the magic concurrently, if you're a dual caster." he said, as he reached them.

"I know, but I can't concentrate on the magic while aiming and channelling the next shot." Wanda said, without breaking her concentration.

"You seem to be able to talk and fire." Harry commented, as he sat down next to Jarvis. "We need to talk magical storage and how yours functions. Especially for storing personalities and how growth works."

"You're asking for contracted information." Jarvis said, not taking his eyes off the small vehicles he was controlling. "Tony, Harry and I need to give you permission, to allow the contract to be negated for you."

"Okay, then." the younger Harry said. "Then we'll just have to design something new."

"What did you have in mind?" Jarvis said.

"In my world, there was a magical crystalline entity, named Unity." Harry started. "It was capable of changing its own internal and external form, to a degree. Both changes was based off a form of innate Transfiguration. I just happen to have a few of their crystals, which they produced for me. I'll not be giving you these crystals, but if the two of us work together…" he finished leadingly.

"You think we could try to produce this crystal artificially?" Jarvis asked.

"It's one of the things I've had on my books for a while." Harry agreed. "What do you say?"

"Contracted, I'm assuming?" Jarvis asked.

"Of course." Harry said. "Your friends and you have the right to your technology and I like making new things anyway."

"How efficient is this storage medium?" Jarvis asked. Harry just smirked at him in a way that made him very curious. "Very well. I don't see why I cannot dedicate a bit of time to this. I'm assuming you need this for the dragons?"

"Yup." Harry said.

"Why come to me, though?" Jarvis asked. "Bruce is more familiar with chemicals and crystalline structures."

"Because it will drive Bruce and Tony mad knowing you know something that you can't tell them." Harry said, unashamedly. "But seriously, I was thinking, since you're a form of magical intelligence, you'd appreciate the opportunity to work with this. You might even be able to give me some insights that I wouldn't know to take into consideration."

"I think I'd like that opportunity myself." Jarvis allowed. "Thank you." he added, as he realised Harry wasn't just coming to him, because he was privy to secrets he wanted to know. He was showing that he considered him a person, rather than just something artificial.

"I once made an intelligence to help me with a mission I was on." Harry said, as he switched back to watching Wanda firing at the flying devices. "He named himself One. I ended up giving him a clone body of myself, so that he could live a normal human life. Since then he's been magically adopted by someone else, so that he's family, but not just my clone. His mind is on one of the Unity crystals I was gifted by the Unity."

"Do you think he experiences more through a true human body?" Jarvis asked.

"I don't know, but making a functional body using Naquadah, or Uru, was not really all that difficult." Harry admitted. "I use those at times, when I do dangerous work, so that my girls don't worry about me."

"And those constructs give you the full spectrum of human experience?" Jarvis asked.

"Absolutely." Harry said. "I've scanned your systems and as far as I can tell I couldn't make a more realistic human body than the one you are in right now."

Jarvis hadn't met anyone that had been human and then had used a construct to do things. To hear him say it, he'd succeeded in making a human body that could experience everything he'd wanted. If there ever a person who could confirm that he'd ascended from being a machine, it was this man. "You're not just a spoiled genius, as you pretend to be, are you? You know real empathy, too." he stated, as he finally looked away from Wanda. This Harry seldom showed his real emotions, hiding behind a bit of a braggart and a prankster. He only ever showed his wives his real side, from what he'd seen.

"One had the same fear a while back." Harry said, not looking away from Wanda's action. "He was worried that he couldn't ever fit in or be considered human, because he was artificially created. A bit of counselling helped him, but I think you already know your own mind. Your body was your concern. Don't worry. You're as human as you need to be. Your girlfriend would likely agree with me."

He stood up abruptly then. "Wanda, I think I'm seeing where you're struggling." he said as he approached her. "Try this." he said, as he formed visible magic in both his hands and started giving her instruction on channelling while firing. Wanda was no slouch, but this Harry had a different methodology than her teachers up until that moment. He used mental images and different spell-chains than she'd been taught. Apparently he'd started practicing that skill with hundreds of conjured birds, which he would then change the colour of, going for different colours simultaneously, before they could fly away.

By the time he'd finished instructing her, she was nailing multiple flying devices at the same time, changing colour as she did so, but also her wands were visibly glowing as the next spell was already being channelled. It wasn't so much a skill, as a change in mind-set.

"You're a very good teacher." Wanda said, as she breathed heavily. The magical drain for a colour change wasn't large, but the constant strain on her concentration and the focus it had required while she mastered the new skill, had tired her out.

"Nah, this was just a little trick." Harry disagreed. "The skill comes in when you can apply that trick in a bad situation and still defend yourself at the same time."

"I'll practice." Wanda promised. "When I'm rested." she added. "You've got my man to yourself for a few hours, while I go change out of these sweaty clothes and take a nap."

"See you later." Jarvis called after her, before returning the flying devices into the case they came from and then closed the case. "Where do we begin?" he asked Harry.

The local Harry hadn't been idle. He'd gone to see King Eitri. He'd asked for a bit of time to talk about something and then explained to him the situation. They wanted some Uru, to create something new. Eitri, of course, wanted more information, so Harry had explained to him what he knew of the dragon.

The idea of creating living creatures from Uru was new to the dwarf and he'd decided to allow for a shipment of the stuff, but under the condition that he could be there when the Dragon was brought to life. Harry didn't know if that would be allowed, though, so he ended up needing to call Jarvis, who he knew was currently with the other Harry.

It seemed that the ritual to create the personality and to put it into the brain of the dragon would be a separate, secret event that only the other Harry and Odin would be part of. Modifying the Uru into the proper shape, with the magic sustaining its flesh form would be a simple bit of magic, for the other Harry at least. Adding the magical functions would be something he himself would be able to participate in, but that would need to be done after the body was made and before the intelligence was added, so that it could be incorporated into the making of said intelligence.

When the other Harry offered to show him a video of one of the other Dragons and their capabilities that Luna had made, Eitri had insisted on viewing it with them.

So it was that another screening happened that evening, but this time it was held on New Asgard. The younger Harry did not like how that sounded. It sounded like they were making a bigger thing out of it than he would like to be part of.

"Come on little brother." Loki said to the new Harry, as they walked through the portal. "It won't be that bad. Just a few thousand people all looking at you in awe as you show them one of your creations in a public venue." he smirked evilly. "What could go wrong?"

"You're not making this easy for me." the younger Harry said, even as his wives pulled all his instances along with them, through the portal.

"Who said that was what I was doing?" Loki asked. "Come now, the great and powerful Harry Black couldn't be scared of being observed in a public venue, could he?"

"No, but the great and powerful Harry Black might just lose control of his magic, if a certain trickster doesn't stop teasing him." Pansy said. "Him or his wives." she threatened.

"Do you always let your women do your fighting for you?" Loki asked, only having lost his smile for a moment, at Pansy's threat.

"If you knew what she knew about anatomy, you'd let her do as she pleases too." the younger Harry said. "That, and she likes being protective, so I don't mind." That was when he noticed all the people. "Are these all your brother's subjects?" he asked his older counterpart, who was standing right there next to them.

"This is Asgard." the older Harry confirmed, through the cheers that had erupted. News of the newcomer had travelled far and many wanted to meet this new Harry Black, who was rumoured to have come from another reality, being a counterpart to the newest Prince and bearing strange and powerful magics.

"They're loud." the younger Harry said.

"They're excited." the older Harry said. "Fortunately, since you are married, you don't need to worry that your wives will be challenged for the right to your companionship." he added. "That happened to Natasha once, when we were just starting out."

"They're welcome to try." Susan said, with a wolfish grin, even as she pressed herself to her Harry.

"You can fight the alien ladies later, dear." her Harry told her. "We're here for a show and then we're going straight to the Sphere."

Thor stepped forward to address his people. "Asgard, we come today to bring news of a marvellous occasion." he started. "My brother, King Harry of New Atlantis, has recently made a new friend, who hails from another universe. He is the one… eight others who bear his appearance this evening and stands by his wives sides at this very moment.

"He has been visiting on New Atlantis and has regaled us with stories and magics from his own universe. Mighty feats of magic never before seen in this, or any realm. This evening, he has brought with him some of this magic, to show us one of his mightiest feats of magic yet. He has created magical life. Intelligent, magical life." he finished, as the crowd grew quiet.

"One of his wives, Lady Luna Lovegood, a counterpart to the Luna Lovegood we have come to know and welcome in our fair city, has what she calls a documentary, a film much like the Pensieve we have come to know, so that we may view this marvel of magic for ourselves." Thor finished. "Lady Luna, if you please?" he asked.

"Okay." Luna said with a happy smile, as the projector appeared and the speakers un-shrunk after flying out of her pockets. The crowd just chuckled at her normal manner. The people of Asgard were quite fond of the happy young woman, now resembling someone in their late teens.

As they watched, an illusionary display appeared of a man some of them had met on the island in the past. It was Charlie.

There were introductions and Luna asked a few questions of the man. Everybody noticed the little reptilian creature hanging over his shoulder. When Charlie introduced the little dragon as Spike, there was a bit of laughter, as people wondered if that was the 'mighty feat of magic'.

When the introduction was complete, a few more questions were asked, before Charlie asked Spike to 'Show them what you've got'. The little dragon's comically small wings lifted him up and he flapped a bit away, as the camera followed him. For a moment after he landed, the little dragon just sat there, his chubby little body in full display, but then he stood up and stretched out, before he started growing, until he was the size of a small house, all scales and sharp edges.

There was no more laughter, especially when the dragon let out a mighty wail, accompanied by a screech as a torrent of flame escaped his large-fanged mouth. Charlie walked up to the dragon calmly and patted him. The dragon brought its head down for a scratch and purred in a deep rumble as Charlie gave it attention. The Luna on the screen smiled calmly as she started questioning Charlie again and he told them more of the Dragon, apparently officially classified as a 'Black Dragon' for its dark scales as well as for the one that made it.

Charlie went on to describe its physiology and how it was fed, magically conjured treats mostly, from which it extracted its magic, to sustain it. Then he had Spike show off his wings and tail, going into minute detail about how he had changed over the years as he reached maturity. It had been designed to grow like any living being, after all.

Then the big surprise came, as Charlie had the dragon bend down and he entered it through the green gem in its chest. Luna, having known this was coming, took over the narrative, pointing out the colour change in the Dragon's eyes and the fact that Charlie and Spike were now connected and that Spike was helping Charlie move his body. That was when the dragon took flight.

The presentation did not end there either. Charlie had a few targets set up beforehand and everyone watched in shock as the dragon impaled one military tank with his tail-spike, lifting it and tossing it at another, before breathing magical fire on another and melting it down to a glowing lump in just a few seconds.

When Charlie exited the gem again, all smiles, the Asgardians roared in approval at the show, even as Luna ended the interview and show with a few last words in thanks for the show, before petting and scratching the purring dragon, who had shrunk down to his normal size again.

The Asgard in attendance, which to the younger Harry's eyes seemed to be all of them, continued cheering and looking at him in amazement, while the older Harry smiled from ear to ear. He was finally not the centre of attention anymore.

"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen." Tony said. "To not only ride a dragon, but to become one? That's crazy! No chance Morgan gets the keys to that car until she's an adult."

"Such strength." Odin murmured. "You may not be an enchanter like my youngest, but you are a mighty wizard indeed."

"How is that not enchantment?" Tony asked.

"Technically, it's just a part of the Dragon's natural state." the younger Harry said. "The mind is designed to want to merge with someone. The dragon bonds with the person who it was created for, but it also has some intelligence and can refuse an order if asked to do something that his bonded knows is wrong."

"I read as much in the book." Odin said, nodding. "I think I understand better now, why so many precautions were taken with your original design. I think I'll add some precautions of my own, but we'll discuss that later." he said. He'd be ensuring that the dragon mind he designs, understands both duty and honour, while he leads his young charge down a path of righteousness, with just a pinch of mischief, so as to ensure he didn't become a bore to the child.

"Harry Black." a deep voice said, from their right. It was King Eitri. "I can see you are a wise and inventive man, not that I would expect anything less from the man who is a counterpart to our friend, King Harry Potter Odinson. The question is now, can you design such things for one as large as myself?"

The younger Harry chuckled at that. "Size does not matter when it comes to magic, King Eitri. It is only the heart and mind that matters." he said.

"Well said." Eitri agreed. "I will give you what I was asked, but in return…" he said leadingly.

"I'll build you a dragon." the younger Harry allowed. "But only if you treat it as a member of your own family and care for it, while never trying to unveil its secrets, under penalty that its secrets will be lost to you. Is that an acceptable bargain?" he asked.

Eitri nodded his head. "I'll guard your secret and such a life, as if it were my own." he swore.

"Good." the younger Harry said, with a nod of his own. "King Odin will be the one to design its mind and imbue it with his strength. I believe that is fair?"

"Indeed." Odin said. "Eitri has been a worthy king and ally, and I would be delighted to give you a dragon worthy of the Dwarven King."

---

"Seriously?" Hermione asked, when they were back in the Sphere. "At first you were being manipulated into giving them the secret of the dragons and now they ask you to make more?!"

"I agree with Hermione." Daphne said. "You should have simply let them do this later, on their own, when they had the process down."

"Relax ladies." Harry said, with a smirk. "Eitri is the one with the metal. I'll simply ask him to make the design himself. Chances are, the dwarves will have the body crafted before the week is up. They're master crafters, after all."

"There's more going on here than you're telling us." Fleur said, having picked up on a certain tone in Harry's voice. "What aren't you telling us?"

Harry couldn't hide the vindictive smirk he had on his face. "The dwarves are apparently the only race capable of working 'Uru' in this world. If anyone wants another, they'll need to ask the dwarves to make them." he finished with a chuckle.

"You did that on purpose!" Hermione said in realization.

"Jarvis for the brain, Tony for security, your counterpart for his enchanting, Odin for the intelligence and functionality and the Dwarves for the body." Luna summed up with a bright smile.

"You really should have been in Slytherin." Pansy said, as she smiled at Harry as well.

"The best part is that it will all be protected by contract." Harry confirmed. "With these precautions, this won't be able to spread beyond the people that we've learned we can trust."

"'Arry?" Fleur asked, as she bit her lip and beckoned to him. She was suddenly very turned on. The others weren't far behind.

"Just remember that we're working with really smart people." Hermione reminded Harry, as she led him to their room.

"You realise that he's using us all for different parts of these things, right?" Tony asked Harry and Jarvis, who were sitting by his bar in the penthouse, when Tony had insisted that they join him.

"Of course." Jarvis said.

"Well, it's what we'd do, isn't it?" Harry asked with a shrug.

---

The next week was spent doing what Harry loved most, besides his wives, that is. He was doing research.

Jarvis had quickly pulled out an armada of automated devices, which tested the small sample of Unity Crystal the younger Harry had brought. It was a very interesting crystalline structure that changed based on what input it was given, changing on a molecular level with the slightest input. Jarvis now understood why he'd been so smug about this stuff. The potential for data storage and its capacity were insane! He doubted that there could be a more efficient way, even.

While he'd have liked to study it further, there was a priority on replicating the stuff and the Harry with him didn't have the nifty duplication skill that his counterpart had. Jarvis understood why it was protected information though. With this stuff, if you used it correctly, you could potentially store all the data on the internet on a piece no bigger than your hand, with access speeds never before heard of. It would be something he'd love to study once this Harry had finished the product they were making it for.

It took them a few days of testing, before it became clear that some sort of mineral that they did not have on hand was intrinsically part of the crystal structure. And it was not something Jarvis had a record of.

"Try this." Harry said, pulling out a cube of metal from an inner pocket, where he'd retrieved it from his Comm's storage.

"What is it?" Jarvis asked.

"Trinium." Harry said. "It's a hundred times stronger and lighter than steel. It's very rare, even in my universe, but I've found that it is like putty to magical manipulation. Something tells me that it might be what you're looking for."

Jarvis loaded the cube into a device and scanned it. "This will take some time. The molecular structure is very dense."

"Would it help it I gave you a thin slice of the stuff?" Harry asked.

"Maybe." Jarvis said, uncertainly.

"Give it here." Harry said. He took the cube and deconstructed the very familiar molecular structure before making the thinnest layer he could. "Now that I think about it, I actually know the molecular structure of this." he admitted, as he created an illusion of the molecule. The Asgard had first introduced him to the structure, when they showed him the metal.

Jarvis looked at the structure and nodded. "That's definitely what's missing." he said. "You can just manipulate it that easily?"

"It's a trick I picked up a while back." Harry admitted, with a smile. "So the missing ingredient was Trinium? Why didn't we ever figure that out? Our labs have all the tools and even some you don't have."

"My systems are enhanced through magical means unique to this lab." Jarvis said. "I designed most of it myself."

"You and Pike would get along like a house on fire." Harry said, with a shake of his head and a smile for the android.

"You said the same thing about Doctor Pike and Tony." Jarvis pointed out.

"Makes sense, doesn't it?" Harry said.

"Fair enough." Jarvis said. "So, if you can manipulate molecular structures using only magic, do you think…" he trailed off as Harry focussed on the elements that they had gathered to try and replicate the unity crystal.

"Bring up the completed structure on the screen for me, please?" Harry asked, as the minerals and substances started turning into dust and hanging in the air. Jarvis quickly brought up the display, with the new element included, highlighting two points in the molecular structure, which would be the starting point for building the complete structure.

"You'll need to ensure these two bond with hydrogen first, and then the silicone goes there, before adding the Trinium." Jarvis said, since he could not see what the molecules that were hanging in the air were doing.

"Got you." Harry said, as he did as indicated. It took a lot of patience and precision, perfectly visualizing every step, but in the end he had a small sliver of the stuff. "Wow, that's hard to make this way." he admitted. "Let me get some help." he added, as his other instances excused themselves from his wives, to quickly come help.

Soon there was an entire team of Harry's all focussing on a small part of the whole and the process sped up exponentially, until they had a cubic meter of the stuff, half an hour later. The other Harrys vanished, before the one that had been there from the start, turned to Jarvis and said, "Now that's how you make Unity crystal."

"It's slightly more translucent than the original." Jarvis noted.

"Probably because there are less impurities?" Harry offered. He made crystalline structures often enough to know that there are always differences in the hues of crystal created. They were in a completely clean environment at the moment, so it was likely. The original crystals also formed on the surface of a desert planet, with strange yellow sand, and the dragon crystals back home had started changing colour as the dragons' personalities developed.

"Can you please remove a bit for me to check?" Jarvis asked anyway. What he'd just seen stunned even him. This Harry could make anything with his skills. He now understood how he likely manipulated Uru. If he could disassemble things on a molecular level, he could likely create the dragon's base form simply with his own power, never needing any long processes, like smelting and tempering.

Harry complied and Jarvis quickly confirmed that they had indeed created artificial Unity Crystal.

"Could I persuade you to leave me with some of that?" Jarvis asked, hopefully.

"Half of that is yours, Jarvis." Harry said. "I'm just going to mould them into the correct shapes for you to use."

"Mine?" Jarvis asked. He'd think that Harry would be loath to leave him with any.

"You helped me make this." Harry said. "We worked together. Half of the profit is yours."

"Oh." Jarvis said. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Harry said, before he smirked to the Android. "To anyone." he added.

"Of course." Jarvis said. That made more sense. He could have it and study it and even use it, but he was not allowed to spread knowledge of it. "You are a shrewd man, but it's probably a good idea."

"Hey, if you can find Trinium in this universe, feel free to do with it what you will, but the Unity crystal is our secret." Harry said, referring to their contract.

"And if I use this knowledge to make something similar?" Jarvis asked.

"Now you're thinking." Harry congratulated. Jarvis nodded in understanding, a small smile on his face. Harry was just encouraging him to become more successful, to learn and expand his knowledge. "And who knows, maybe one day you'll come up with something like my Flux Diamond hard drives." he said with an impish grin, before he started separating the Unity crystals into cubes all of a similar size to the ones he'd used for his original Dragons, storing half away in his Comm's storage.

Jarvis did not respond to that. Diamonds, huh? That had potential… With a bit of magic…

---

Tony's way of connecting places with a tiny portal made by runes had some possibilities that Harry thought might work, but he wanted something more specialized, saying that the design to protect his runes was inspired, but opening a physical portal into and out of the Dragons was not something Harry wanted.

Tony was frustrated, because Harry had apparently scanned some of his magical technology and had found the runes almost instantly and projected them as an illusion, for all the world to see. Well, he did it in his lab, but still. He'd quickly deconstructed the runes and used Hermione's Comm to access his personal database of runes and rune schemas.

Using some of Doctor Pike's work, and some of his own, he'd quickly created a subspace connection, using Asgard inspired communications to create a stable, dimensional pathway, which would work in a similar way to Tony's portals, except there would be nothing physical moving through it. Rather, it would communicate using something Harry apparently used often to control constructed bodies.

"Seriously!?" Tony asked, once he saw the completed devices, which were both as big as his hands. They looked like shiny metal balls. "You used the technology of aliens, a mad mechanic and something you use to do mind-melding with constructs you can make to keep yourself alive when you experiment on other crazy projects and just combined all that with one of my greatest achievements? All in under three hours?!"

"Jealous?" Harry asked, smugly.

"Screw you!" Tony said exasperatedly. "No seriously, what's subspace?" he asked then.

"The dimension through which apparition goes." Harry said. His Hermione just shook her head, a small smile on her face. He had told Tony all that on purpose. He'd never get all the answers, but he'd have a million questions. The local Hermione was just looking frustrated. She knew her Harry just as well and she saw what he was doing. Her problem was that her other self seemed to know the answers as well and she knew she'd just say 'Trade Secret' or 'Family Magic' again.

"Dimension?" Tony asked. "I thought it was a wormhole."

"A hole implies that it does through something, doesn't it?" Harry asked.

"You're a sadist." the local Hermione stated.

"No, Tony asked what I'd done." Harry said. "I told him."

The local Hermione took a deep breath as if steadying herself, before trying again. "You're making us both insane with curiosity, knowing you won't tell us anything useful." she said. "Sadist."

"No." the new Hermione said. "He's encouraging you to discover things for yourself. Harry didn't have these answers when he started out. He only had examples of things and then he worked out his own way to do them. The fact that he mentioned every step along the way, means that you can work on your own version. It's more than he gives most people."

"You just had to spoil it for me, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"My other self was going to pop a vein." his Hermione said. "You have no idea how frustrating it was to hear you say 'Trade Secret' or 'Family Magic' all the time. All I had to keep myself from going insane was knowing you'd be telling me eventually. They don't have that option." she said, before leaning in and hugging him. "But I'm sorry I spoiled your fun anyway." she added.

"Forgiven." Harry said instantly, a soft smile on his face for her.

"But we still don't have enough to start on." Tony said, seeming to have gained some control over himself. He loved a challenge, but he didn't know where to even start on this. Actually, he probably could start on examining this subspace… "You know what, never mind. I think I'll be able to convince Harry to help me on this, so keep your damn secrets. I'll just invent something better."

"Exactly!" Harry said. "Finally he gets it. Damnit man, I'd heard you were a genius inventor mechanic. I was starting to think I'd have to spoon-feed it to you."

"What does Harry usually say?" Tony asked the local Hermione.

"Bugger off?" she offered.

"Yeah, bugger off." Tony said. "You made your point."

"You guys are getting along well." Harry said. "How long have you been working together."

"A year for me." Hermione said.

"A couple more for me." Tony said. "It's a long story."

"Harry brought you here, after he went back?" Harry asked, instantly connecting the dots. "He summoned your spirit?" he asked Hermione.

"I still don't understand that." the local Hermione said, even as Tony looked at Harry suspiciously. How had he figured that out so quickly?

---

Odin had been studying the booklet for a few days, when he tracked one of the younger Harry's instances down, watching Susan and Hela spar. Hela and she were both using lightsabers. Hela was using Harry's and she'd already told him he wasn't getting it back. She'd fallen for the magical blade and would not be returning it. Harry was still contemplating simply vanishing it or hitting it with more security magics so that it would at least be safe from people prying the secrets out of it.

On one hand, he'd normally not consider it, on the other Tony would likely go crazy knowing the Goddess of Death had something he wanted so badly. He didn't know why he liked riling the man up, but it was just so satisfying seeing him get frustrated at every other thing he did.

On the other hand, it had been his first lightsaber. It was sentimental. Maybe he'd just make her another one, in green, so that it suited her normal colouring.

"Ah, there you are." Odin said as he stopped next to him.

"Lord Odin." Harry said respectfully.

"Please, call me Odin." Odin said. "You are as good as family, and your arrival has brought so much joy to my son and his friends, even if Tony Stark seems to be struggling to contain himself around you most of the time."

"We're alike." Harry said simply. "I just had different tools to play with as a kid and it drives him nuts not knowing the things I do."

"You also like antagonizing him." Odin said.

"Hey, it's not my fault he doesn't enjoy a challenge as much as I do." Harry defended himself. "That suit of his has been bubbling in my brain since I first saw it, but I don't want him to tell me how he made it. I'll be inventing my own. It's going to be great fun."

Odin chuckled at that. "Well, at least it will serve as a lesson to him. He may be a vast intellect, but he's not alone in the world and he won't always get things easily because he is rich and famous."

"Let's not talk about my ongoing game with Tony Stark." Harry said. "He's already been informed of his limitations and will be striving to overcome them. Can I help you with something?" he asked, changing the topic.

"Indeed." Odin said. "I just wanted some clarity on the sequence of the ritual, here." he said, pulling out the booklet and pointing to a section. "It seems counter-intuitive."

"Oh, yes." Harry said with a smile. "I got stuck on that part too. It has to do with the nature of this specific kind of magic. While the focus is on creating a living intelligence, what I've left out there is the connection to a living moving body." He turned the page a few times and pointed at something. "See here, I added this section to the last part, so that you can specify the body after the mind and personality has already been created. It also allows for any extra feature you want to add, like fire breath, for example."

Odin looked over the section, and, with the ring helping him connect the dots more quickly, a look of understanding appeared on his face. "Oh, yes. Now I see it. Quite ingenious how you worked it out by changing the ritual at that juncture."

"Thanks, Odin." Harry said. "I was pretty excited to figure that part out myself." he admitted. "Before that the ritual needed to be performed on the whole body with the mind inside it. Knowing what I could move to the end meant that I could create the body and just link the functions to the new mind's subconscious. It should feel instinctual to the dragon, after all. I tried for a natural feel to the whole thing."

"And with this, I'm certain it did just that." Odin said, smiling at the young man. "Are you sure you don't want to stay? There's place in my family for another son." he offered.

"Wow, that's an awesome offer." Harry said, with wide eyes. "If I wasn't so happy with my life and family, I might have taken you up on that. Unfortunately I have to decline. I know where my place is, and while this has been an experience, I've got more work to do back home."

Odin smiled at the man before him. "You should stop hiding that heart of yours behind your intelligence. It's big, and just as mighty as our own Harry's."

"On the other hand, I'll definitely be coming back, if I can." Harry said, then, after clearing his throat. "So give it a few years, my time, and I'll likely be a constant visitor. Then I'll bring some of my friends. You'll love Neville. So will the Nymphs." he chuckled at that thought.

"Neville?" Odin asked. "Harry told me of him once. He told me that he's a good man, a good leader, even if it took him a while to find his confidence."

"In my world, Neville took to life as a Jedi and he's made friends with Aliens that have power over and through nature." Harry said, with a fond smile. "They basically adopted him and he's so in tune with anything green, the Nymphs here would likely abduct him, to wherever they disappear off to."

"They would not." Odin disagreed. "It's protected by magics to protect something special that the Nymphs guard. If he's so in-tune with nature, though, they might decide he's good enough to keep."

"They'll have to get past Hannah, first." Harry said. "She's his wife, and they are still as in love as they were in Hogwarts."

"My wife would likely love to meet them, then." Odin said. "She adores seeing such strong connections and meeting people who carry it around like a banner."

Odin looked down at the book again. "Well, don't let me distract you too much longer. Hela is about to win and you'll likely want to spend some time healing your Susan."

Sure enough, the still ongoing sparring match soon came to an end and Susan was knocked back by a blow to her torso from the point of the red lightsaber.

Harry quickly went to her side, even as Hela deactivated the blade and pocketed it, looking defiantly at Harry.

"I'll make you another one." Harry said. "That one has sentimental value."

Hela looked at Harry for a second, before producing the weapon and tossing it to him. "Make it longer." she said.

"And green, yeah, I get it." Harry said, as he finished healing his wife. "All three settings I take it?" he asked.

"Please." Hela said, a small smirk on her face.

"Any particular shape?" Harry asked.

"You can do that?" Hela asked, not having realised.

"It takes a bit of work for more exotic types, but I've got an idea about a few things I could do to achieve it." Harry admitted.

"You never offered to make me a specialized lightsaber." Susan pointed out.

"Well, she's basically my sister, isn't she?" Harry asked. "I'll be protecting the hell out of it, to keep its secrets, but I don't see why I couldn't make an exception."

Susan narrowed her eyes at Harry, before he winked at her. "You're playing again?" she whispered, before her own smile came back. "Fine." she said aloud, sighing a long-suffering sigh. She turned to Hela then. "Thank you for the match. I leaned a lot."

"You learn quickly for a mortal." Hela said. "It's probably a good thing. Your husband likely needs a strong woman in his life." she finished, before turning and leaving, while conjuring a sword in her hand and throwing it into the ground before Harry. "Like that." she called over her shoulder.

It was a pretty thing, with a pointed front like an arrow, but then it broadened abruptly into a broader blade with a gap in the middle and hooked edges between the guard and the broadened part.

"I'd hate to get stuck by that." Susan said. "Also, I want one."

---

One of the Harrys had requested an audience with Eitri of the sky, and Heimdall, the ever-watchful voyeur that he was, opened a portal to an audience chamber with the Dwarven King for him ten minutes later.

"Harry Black." Eitri greeted.

"King Eitri." Harry said respectfully.

"What brings you to Nidavellir?" he asked.

"It is a matter of your request, King Eitri." Harry said.

"My price." Eitri corrected. "Though honesty compels me to admit that I feared you might decide to find our metal elsewhere. You are of another world, and have knowledge of Uru, and may know of places and ways to find it that we do not. I simply could not resist the call of the Dragon."

"There are other reasons for my easy acceptance." Harry said. "I've blinded Heimdall from seeing into this chamber for a while, so that I can talk to you honestly."

"There were other reasons?" Eitri asked.

Harry walked to a chair and asked. "May I?" Eitri nodded and Harry sat down, before creating an illusion of himself at the same size as the Dwarf. "I like looking people in the eye."

Eitri looked at this Harry, who seemed capable of just anything at this moment, before nodding. "I can respect that." he allowed.

"While I wouldn't mind supplying my new friends with what we call Naquadah, I saw an opportunity in agreeing with you on this." Harry started. "You are currently the only ones who can produce the metal, and I'd like to keep it that way. If you can continue to be careful with who you supply the metal to, I will sleep easy knowing that not every person that wants one, can have such a magical beast."

"You want us to simply continue holding our resource as precious?" Eitri asked. They were never going to empty their stock for people to use as they pleased. Uru was a dwarven treasure.

"Basically, yes." Harry said. "Besides giving them enough Uru to create what they will need, I also want to tell you how the Dragon's transformation works and work with you to create the first of them, so that you will be invaluable in creating them as I did, from now on."

"You wish to each me the secret of the Dragon's growth transformation?" Eitri asked. "I'd think that that process is precious to you."

"It is." Harry admitted. "But, I've taught only parts of the whole to different people, who signed magical contracts to never reveal my processes. Only when all of you work together, can you create one such beast."

Eitri nodded at that. Dwarves often used a similar methodology, to make something stronger than the last by combining hidden techniques from multiple people. "I see the wisdom in this action." he said. "When would you want to start?" Eitri asked.

"I can show you now." Harry said, as a chunk of metal appeared before them. "This is a metal you are likely unfamiliar with. It's called Trinium where I'm from. It's one of the rarest metals I've come across over our entire galaxy."

Eitri's eyes had locked on the cube in front of him. It was small, but he inspected it closely with his magic. "I've not felt its like before." he confirmed, curiously. "May I inspect it?" he asked.

"Go ahead, but know that I will not part with it." Harry warned. "I'll be using that for my explanation, since it responds well to reshaping by magical means and it's quite durable."

Eitri picked up the cube with a delicate touch Harry had not expected, but should have of the King of a race of master smiths. He ran his fingers along the metal as his specialized magical senses resonated within the cube. "It responds so easily to magic, as if it wants to be clay in my hands, but it also holds potential. It cannot contain magic, however, not like Uru, but… This could be used to create something more…" he continued. He kept his senses on the Trinium for a full minute more, before his eyes shot open. "This could be bonded with Uru! It's like it exists for that purpose!"

"And that's the reason I cannot share it." Harry said. "What you've just discovered is just one part out of three, which, when combined makes the toughest metal I've ever come across. Mjolnir could not scratch my ship. Urubane barely did that, but then, my counterpart made Urubane and he's very powerful."

Eitri looked torn. "You deal a dwarf a harsh blow by showing me this and refusing me to keep it." he finally said.

"That is not my intent." Harry said. "Now that you know it is possible, I have no doubt that you will find a way to produce it, or find it, giving the dwarves one more treasure that they can claim sole ownership of."

Eitri looked at Harry through narrowed eyes, before his eyes brightened. "I will find a way and I will see this done." he swore.

"Good." Harry said. "Now, let's get started." he said, as he produced a contract, in Eitri's size.

Over the next hour, Harry shaped the cube of metal into different shapes explaining how both dragon forms were connected and resided in each other. Eitri was astounded with the techniques he was being taught. The magical imprint of the smaller dragon needed to be sculpted beforehand and connected to the larger one, before the larger one was even formed, but both would reside in the same space, through a form of memory imparted by the creation process.

Eitri drank the instructions up, and Harry even demonstrated by using a piece of Uru, that Eitri insisted he use to make an example. He was similarly astounded, when Harry manipulated the metal right before his eyes, though it was much slower than the Trinium, which changed like soft clay at Harry's magical direction.

By the time the instruction was over, Eitri knew enough to start planning his own dragon, accepting that Harry would likely not be around to see his creation draw its first breath. He was planning on putting a dwarven spin to it, though, by making his function on the solar energies that they extracted from their star. He couldn't know that they'd been working with raw magic, along with the other energies, all along, since it was a commonly accepted fact that it was solar energies and heat.

Harry offered to ward a room for Eitri to do his work in, but the Dwarf laughed and told him that they had places where such secrets could be kept. Asgard didn't know how to produce Uru, after all.

By the time Harry left, Eitri was already planning on finding a way to reproduce Trinium and, one day, giving his dragon some really awesome armour.

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With the connections, the mind, the brain and the form all sorted, all the Harrys continued taking it easy on New Atlantis, often in the company of those they had recently worked with. Tony was almost a constant on the island, as he tried to trick Harry into giving him more clues of how he did some of the things he did, or where he started out on them.

Harry didn't mind telling him the stories, since many of them led to more subjects that just ended up frustrating Tony all over again, with more Trade Secrets.

The Veela and Nymphs had all, in some way or form, thanked Harry for the magic he had taught the local Harry and Charlie. They all had a certain glow to them, which Harry usually saw on his girls after a long night of intense passion. No doubt the new hex had been making the rounds. Even Charlie showed up to thank Harry. He seemed more rested than Harry had seen him since coming to the island.

Charlie then proceeded to berate him for making his counterpart a Black Dragon and not him. It was mostly said in jest, but Harry could detect a real longing in the man's words. Maybe one-day, he'd bring his Charlie and Spike here, or perhaps the other way around.