Edited 04/28/2020
The signs were all around him, but he'd been too focused on dark wizards to see them. All he ever had to do was look up at the stars. Using an ancient telescope Albus Dumbledore did just that. He didn't like what he saw.
There were precious few years before the stars would be right. Three years if they were unluckily and a decade at their most fortunate. Even Fawkes' soft trills weren't enough to calm his heart this time.
Harry was, as good as, his grandson and he was attacked. In his own home no less. Petunia had been obscenely fortunate to escape with her life. Hagrid reported a certain jumpiness from Harry. Clearly Harry believed it wasn't over and he was right.
Stacks of papers littered Dumbledore's office. Some were muggle newspapers with mysterious sightings and others were well documented wizarding journals. All pointed to clues now laid bare. Great Cthulhu would rise, and the world would face devastation as never before.
"Where will we run to Fawkes, not even our dreams will be safe from the great dreamer? How will we fight a creature that drives men insane with its visage alone? Will any of us survive the rise?" Dumbledore asked his friend.
Fawkes was silent for a moment before he let out a great trill. It wasn't a soothing calming song but a call to action. His was the song of fire and devastation upon their enemies.
"Indeed, my friend. The best time to have prepared was decades ago. The next best time to prepare is now. This changes everything." Dumbledore had favors to call and a presentation to make.
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Harry waited in the car with Petunia as the lights of the morgue turned off. She'd kept up her smolderingly cold glare while the car windows fogged over. Her cold body made driving in the summer a chore. Often he waved his wand at the windshield to clear the gathered condensation.
He was happy to recall the work put in to prepare for this moment. He'd added a potions laboratory complete with a cauldron of and amazing potion. The ingredients included the rust of a graveyard chain, the heart of a dog, lilies, bamboo, water from a forgotten well, aged garlic, and the most important ingredient corn starch from an Indian burial ground. This breed of maze was Aztec in nature. It thickened the salve he was making.
Salves were important to the art of human puppetry. By letting a corpse rest in the salve in its grave, it could draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Once his salve reached its boiling point and thickened into a paste, he took it off the heat.
Harry had been hard at work planning for his next puppet. There were no ends to the jobs he'd need done eventually but one role needed to be filled. He wanted something capable of combat. After perusing the obituary, he found someone perfect. Harry found a bioengineer who recently died from a car crash. A military officer would have been better, but Markus West was well known for his martial arts career. Harry had done his research and it was time to do some morgue robbing.
"I can't believe you're doing this. Why not let him be buried instead of taking him from the morgue?" Petunia asked. Harry wanted to laugh at her concern. As if decency truly mattered to her in life.
"The fresher the corpse the better. I'd rather have someone useful than a brain-dead servant. The longer it takes to obtain him the less of his mind and personality will be intact." Harry said. Bioengineers who could double as a bodyguard were hard to come by. He didn't know he wanted one until he read the newspaper.
It was three in the morning when they arrived. Harry had his eyes on the facility. It was a hardy square structure built of stone with few windows. He took out a floorplan of the building Petunia acquired for him. The bodies were stored on the second and third floor of the building. Petunia parked at a nearby parking garage on the third floor.
The blueprints offered him every secret of the building as he studied them. Harry quickly made the decision to use the roof as both his escape and entrance. No one expected him to enter through the roof, so security should be relatively light.
Harry leapt from the parking garage to an apartment complex. He jogged forward and leapt to the fire escape of the next building. After climbing up, he continued his run. In ten minutes, he was on the roof of the morgue. The door was surprisingly locked. He turned the knob hard snapping the inner mechanisms.
He turned a corner to find a blond-haired woman there. She gasped and he shoved her against a wall. His hand clamped over her mouth before he forced her to the ground. She struggled uselessly a wilting flower against the cold. Harry didn't want to kill her. He could it would be as easy as flexing but what would be the point.
"I don't suppose you'll forget about this and pretend you didn't see me." Her eyes were wide in fear. The cowardly woman shook her head to save her life. Harry let out a sigh. "I'm going to release your mouth. Don't scream or I'll silence you. Do you understand?" Harry said in the most menacing voice an eleven-year-old could. She nodded her head and slowly he removed his hand.
"What are you and how are you so strong?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Unless you want to be erased you should ease up on the questions." Harry replied.
"If you were going to kill me you would have already." She claimed. Harry pulled her name tag off and read it.
"Mandy Brown, Forensic Pathologist, you wouldn't happen to know where Markus West is located?" Harry asked.
"Does this have something to do with the order to declare his death a car accident?" Harry looked the woman over. She was in her late twenties, and in good shape. Her blond hair was tied back, and her eyes were blood shot. She clearly wasn't sleeping well.
"Its Markus's lucky day, I've come to give him a reprieve from death." Harry said. The woman started cackling at him.
"I must be going mad." Mandy said.
"Yes, you are so lead me to him and I'll leave you alone with your new state of mind." Harry said. He made a show of checking his watch. "I don't have all day lead me or get out of my way."
"You can bring the dead back to life, how?" Mandy demanded.
"So long as the corpse is fresh enough. I can raise the body with most of the mind and body intact. It hasn't yet been too long to resurrect him with most of his mind intact." Harry said.
"Why him of all people? Have you done this before?" Mandy asked.
"Ms. Brown you're wasting my time. He's merely a step-in preparation for a war against the gods." Harry said.
"There are gods now?" Mandy asked.
"Yes cold, unfeeling, and malignant gods ready to feast on the souls of their followers. Unless you're volunteering for the war effort, I'll be on my way." She pursed her lips. Harry didn't know what he'd have done if she volunteered.
"This is all too fantastical and strange. Why are you telling me this?" Harry raised an eyebrow. It was to get her on his side and use her for a potential repeat visit. It was better than making her write her own suicide note before tossing her off the roof.
"How alive are they after you bring them back?" Mandy asked. Harry saw her fiddle with a pager in her pocket. At that point he'd given up on his chances of getting to Markus West's corpse.
"They're walking flesh puppets automatons made of flesh incapable of being alive again. To call them their old selves is a stretch. It's more like a brand-new existence with preprogrammed memories. Who are you paging Ms. Brown?" Harry asked.
"I have another theory. You're an insane child with abnormal strength. In your delusions you've broken into here. I wonder what you'd do if you found the body." Just as she said that an officer burst into the room gun mid draw.
Harry dashed forward as the officer moved to place the gun between them. With a deft hand he made a feint for the gun only to take the officer's taser. He placed the taser on the officer and activated it. The man shook once then collapsed to the ground.
His sixth sense went off and he dove to the side to avoid Mandy's pepper spray. "I warned them about a body thief, more constables will be here soon." Harry let out a sigh. He wanted the bio engineer, but he'd settle for these two. Living puppets were almost as good as undead.
"Well no plan survives first contact." Harry vanished from sight and appeared next to Mandy. He hit her with the taser knocking her out. He stood over them thinking quickly. Sirens were going off and he was getting nervous. Harry wasn't sure he could handle a bullet right now.
He knew what a world ruled by gods or immortals looked like. Gods would never tolerate free immortals to live in their pantheon. Immortals chaffed at the authority of gods. They were incompatible.
Then there were mortal beings of logic reason and science bound to their limited reality and nature. They were truly a part of heaven and earth. Harry was a mortal on the path to immortality and he could still relate somewhat. But he couldn't live under the thumb of gods nor could he obey the natural laws of nature. He had needs and Mandy had delivered herself and that officer to him on a silver platter. They practically volunteered themselves. He hated wasting resources. This was a draft.
Back at number four private drive Harry took Mandy to his room while leaving the officer hand cuffed in the back of a car. Petunia held Mandy down as Harry fetched his knife.
He took a pair of scissors and cut open her shirt. Then removed her bra letting her tits fall to the side. "You perverted monster." Mandy shrieked. Harry noted the lady was a little on the thick side. Her nipples and areola looked like eggs.
Harry took out the knife and began sharpening it in earnest. He looked over the blade ensuring it was even. Harry put the knife down and brought in a coffin. Taking his caldron, he gently filled the wooden casket halfway. With a common tape measure, he checked to ensure the level was correct.
With that done, he removed the rest of her clothes. This was the second time he'd use carvings. He took out a marker and began to pick out spots for his runes. He knew what he was doing could be considered evil. Harry would kill anyone else he caught doing this. The problem is war was on the horizon and he needed soldiers. Puppets were more like fodder, but he had to start somewhere. In truth he hoped their role would be support.
Taking one of Vernon's leather belts out he placed it in her mouth. She looked at him confused.
"It's so you don't bite off your tongue." Her eyes widened, and Harry began to cut. She spasmed and tried to get away.
Petunia held her down as Harry worked. He cut through flesh, muscle, and at times scraped bone. After each symbol was complete Harry placed a drop of blood in the wound. Blood seep out before Harry placed some salve atop it. Once the symbols were finished Harry thrust his hand out and unleashed five strings. Mandy Brown spasmed as her Karma bound itself to him.
"You will not attack me, kill yourself, damage yourself, or harm others unless ordered to. You may only harm those who belong to the cult Star Spawn, Cthulhu, or death eaters. Now lay down in that coffin. You will remain there and sleep every night." She obeyed walking to the coffin before laying down in the salve.
He did the same with the officer.
Days later in the middle of August it began to rain sea water. It rained for three days straight. All the plants died. Harry could sense many presences in the rain. They were here to kill him. This was the battle that might kick off the war.
Author's note - Sorry no Hogwarts yet one more chapter then it will be the two Hogwarts chapters then summer. I think each of those chapters will be 7k at least. As for Harry's actions.