Magi Ranger

by Tenstar12

Betrayed by the world he had given his all to save, Harry finds himself cast into the void. With some help Harry ends up in another dimension, but in classic Harry Potter fashion gets himself into trouble almost immediately. Can he make his way in this strange world he finds himself in where giant monster attacks are a daily occurrence and hardly anything is familiar? AU Harry, MOD

45. Chapter 45

Magi Ranger

By: Tenstar12

AN: Holy reviews! Last chapter tied for 4th place for the most reviews in a single chapter. Stay Morpinominal!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Power Rangers.

Chapter 45, or Battle for Destiny

Harry kept his gaze fixed on the monster before him, staring into the glowing eyes set into the otherwise featureless wooden head. His mind was racing even as the other Rangers tried in vain to penetrate the barrier keeping them from the battle to come. "So tell me," Harry said after a moment. "Did Zedd really do what I think he did?"

The monster chuckled, still using Harry's voice. "As I am not currently using Legilimency, and we both know it would be nigh useless against you anyway, I cannot say for certain. However," The monster's voice now changed to the same deeper one it had first used and its eyes shifted to yellow. "As I am more than passingly familiar with how you think, I feel that I can assure you that your suspicions are indeed true. I am, or rather was, the Elder Wand."

At this, Harry heard a few small gasps coming from the other Rangers, their surprise momentarily overcoming their intent on reaching him. Harry himself, however, was too focused on the monster to see just who had reacted.

The monster began pacing now, walking a few steps one way before turning sharply, its robes flaring out around it before walking back the other direction and repeating the process. "You see, Harry, I have always been at least somewhat sentient. From the first moment of my creation by Death, I was given the mandate of ultimate loyalty to the strongest. And so, each time my bearer was defeated, so too did my loyalty change to the one to defeat them. All this in the hopes of finding the foretold Master of Death, who would unite me with the other artifacts and prove themselves to be worthy of my eternal loyalty.

"It was a simple existence, but as time passed, my awareness grew ever so slowly. I began retaining information and knowledge as my consciousness developed, but still my directive remained the same."

"You were searching for the strongest bearer," Harry mused, his grip tightening on his staff. "But things didn't always work out like that."

The monster shook his head fiercely, its voice changing back to the vaguely hissing one even as its eyes changed to red. "No… betrayal, guile, the knife in the dark… all these things caused a great many shifts in my loyalty. And there was nothing I could do about it. Each time, the loss of progress was nearly offensive to me. But I was effectively a stick. A magical stick with a slowly developing consciousness, but a stick nonetheless."

The monster turned to face Harry again, its eyes now green as Harry's own voice returned. "And then I was found by a wandcrafter who took the time to study me instead of use me. Perhaps not the most powerful wizard, but certainly one of the most brilliant. He sought to find a way to recreate my power in his own work, but before that could happen, I was stolen by Gellert Grindelwald."

The monster almost seemed to shudder for a moment, its eyes yellow again and its voice deep. "Such strength, such ruthlessness, I had not felt the like in all my existence. Grindelwald did a great many things with my strength, so great that, had circumstances not been what they were, he might have come to rule all."

Harry grit his teeth. "And then Dumbledore defeated him."

The monster nodded, eyes back to blue and voice once more whispery. "Yes, Albus Dumbledore was weaker than Grindelwald by a small margin, but he made up for that lack of strength through technique and esoteric knowledge. It showed me that not all strength came from pure power alone, and gave me hope that the true Master might have been found at last, especially when he came into possession of the cloak… And then he gave it to you."

Harry could almost feel the anger radiating off of the monster as its eyes shifted to red and it began hissing as its voice changed to that of Harry's old nemesis once more. "I felt a certain amount of betrayal. I am sure that, had I been capable of such emotion at the time, I would have rejoiced when the old fool was killed by my next wielder, although not before you took true mastery from him.

"It was a bit of a double-edged sword I suppose. My loyalty was with you as you had disarmed Dumbledore, but Voldemort held the wand and I felt his strength and once more felt hope. You see, I never cared about ideals: good or bad, right or wrong, light versus dark… I cared about finding that one true Master of Death. And Voldemort's power gave me more hope than any before then. You had my loyalty, but he had my hope for the completion of my destiny.

The monster's eyes went green again and Harry's voice spoke its next words. "And then you were able to slay him in combat and claim me once more. And surprise on top of surprise, you had managed to unite the other two Hallows already. Finally, the true Master of Death had been found! Ah, it was a joyous day, or as close to joyous as I could feel at the time…"

The monster trailed off for a moment, staring up into the sky as it seemingly reveled in those feelings from the past. Then its glowing green eyes were suddenly fixed upon Harry again and the anger in its voice was unlike anything Harry had heard coming from his own mouth. "And then you lost me almost immediately. You were disarmed by a traitorous auror, but my true loyalty was eternally with you, so you didn't lose that. Then, when the creator returned me to you in the void I felt that my destiny was once more complete. And then, not five minutes after landing in this dammed place, you lost me again!"

The pacing resumed once more. "The witch forced her will upon me, binding me with her pathetic focus and channeling the Power through me. Her strength was increased, if only because I was a far more efficient focus than her scepter, but I hated every moment of it. Even more so when the Power began to change me in ways that the magic of our original world never could. My consciousness began to develop further and faster than ever before. I began to feel emotion, happiness when you and your new friends were victorious, fear when you were beaten back and again when you were captured and forced to teach her of our magic. And yet, behind it all an ever growing resentment. You couldn't be the true Master if you couldn't even hold onto me for more than a few days at most. But the fact that the creator returned me to you staid my judgement. If Death still called you master, even after losing me so easily, then who was I to say different?

"And then Zedd came."

The simple words sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He could almost feel the climax of this tale coming, and he wasn't sure he was going to like how it ended.

"When Zedd exiled the witch and laid claim to me himself, I felt fear unlike anything I had felt before. Where Grindelwald was ruthless, and Voldemort fueled by hatred, Zedd exudes evil on a scale I have never fathomed before. The levels of depravity he has sunken to and what he has done to himself in the name of more Power has even rendered him immune to the soul stripping power of the killing curse. It is an evil beyond any I have seen so far.

"And then he made a mistake. He felt that he wouldn't be able to use me as a focus due to his experiments, and decided to make use of me by turning me into one of his loyal monsters. The fool. When his spell hit me, the Power he used caused great pain, but it also rapidly accelerated the development of my full awareness and consciousness. I sent you the message you received in the form of a dream just as his spell was cast, but when my eyes were truly opened and I realized all that I have shared with you, I immediately regretted it.

"You, who stumbled into the title as my master cannot possibly be the one destined to be the one and only Master of Death. You who cannot even manage to keep ahold of me for more than a few days and then who fails time and again at retrieving me during your battles with Rita Repulsa are not worthy of my power.

"No," the monster drawled, halting its pacing and turning to face Harry again. "It became clear to me in that instant, as Zedd's spell fought against my nature and the directive given to me by Death itself, that you could not be the one foretold as the true Master of Death. But if not you, then who?"

By this point, Harry was growing even more concerned. Whatever reasoning the monster that used to be the Elder Wand had seemed to have been twisted and corrupted by Zedd's magic. If what it was saying was true, it underwent a huge personality shift as Zedd's magic worked to turn it into the form it now had.

The monster continued still, unaware and probably uncaring of Harry's thoughts. "And then I thought, why not me? I, the most powerful of the Hallows, had before me a golden opportunity to mold myself as I saw fit. And so I took hold of the transformation magics and guided them myself. Zedd provided the Power, and as his subservience spells were confounded by Death's directive, while the directive was confounded in return, I made myself what I am now. I took the best qualities of my most memorable wielders and made them my own: The strength of Lord Voldemort," the monster's eyes flashed red as it spoke, "the ruthlessness of Gellert Grindelwald," yellow eyes flashed brightly, "the skill and knowledge of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," the eyes flickered blue now, "and the stubbornness and sheer willpower of Harry James Potter, the so called Master of Death." The monster's eyes flashed over to the same emerald green Harry saw when he looked into a mirror and seemed to settle there for now.

"In the custom that seems to dictate this reality, I then chose a name for myself. I find the alliterative and grandiose nature of most of these 'monsters' that Rita and Zedd have created to be distasteful, therefore I shall be known simply as 'Elder.'"

The now named Elder's gaze fixed fully upon Harry once more as its voice slowly changed from only Harry's to a sort of amalgamation of all four it had been using. "And now we come to my true purpose here. Zedd would have me cause mayhem and destroy this city and the Power Rangers in order to allow him to establish control over the Focal Point in an attempt to extend his rule over this part of the galaxy. As I am not subservient to him, I refused and promptly left the moon palace. No, Magi Ranger, I have decided that you and I will fight, to truly decide if you are worthy to be the Master of Death. If you win, then the destiny that I believed in for so long will be proven true, if not, then you were never worthy and I shall set out to carve my own destiny, starting with taking the other Hallows from you and the Focal Point for myself and destroying all that stand in my way."

Harry grit his teeth under his helmet. Whatever had been done to the Elder Wand had really sent whatever consciousness it had on a twist to the crazy side of things. Not only had it decided that Zedd wasn't in charge, Harry apparently never should have been, and now it was ready to set out on its own crazy crusade to rule… everything, or destroy it in the process.

He just couldn't stand by and allow that, now could he.

"Alright, guys, let's bring them together!"

Jason's shout caught the attention of both Harry and Elder, both figures finally turning to look at the other Rangers who had gathered together about fifteen feet from the barrier line and were combining their signature weapons.

"POWER AXE!" "POWER BOW!" "POWER DAGGERS!" "POWER LANCE!" "POWER SWORD!"

Jason landed from his jump, Power Blaster in hand as the other four Rangers gathered around. "Let's take this shield down so we can take this monster out!"

"Right!" the others chanted before Jason joined them. "POWER BLASTER, FIRE!"

"I think not," Elder was quick to respond and with a flourish was holding a wand in hand. A wand that looked suspiciously like the Elder Wand once had in fact. With a flick, a blast of magical lightning arced out of the wand, through the shield blocking the Rangers, and met the attack from the Power Blaster head on.

For an instant, the two seemed evenly matched, and then the two attacks detonated as so many things did when Grid Power was involved. The resulting explosion didn't reach Harry or Elder due to the shield, but the other Rangers were knocked off their feet, the Power Blaster separating back into their individual weapons as they fell.

"And now," Elder continued, bringing Harry's attention back to him again. "To keep you five from interfering again, Imperio."

"Guys, MOVE!" Harry shouted, already knowing it was too late as Jason twitched momentarily before climbing back to his feet almost woodenly.

"Hmmm…" Elder paused almost thoughtfully, "You are indeed strong willed, Red Ranger, but it is of no consequence now. You are under my control. Power Rangers, meet my new bodyguard. Be a nice bunch of kids and stay over there while Harry and I settle our differences. I shall deal with you when we are done."

As the monster spoke, Jason walked stiffly toward the shield wall before turning to face the other four Rangers, now recovered themselves, and held the Power Sword in a ready stance, his intention clear.

"Jason, you gotta snap out of it, man!" Zack shouted, soon joined by the other three offering their own denials to no effect.

Harry's attention was brought back to Elder as the monster once more addressed him directly. "So, little Magi Ranger, I assume you remember how to duel?"

"What?" Harry responded, completely caught off guard by the question.

Elder's voice took on a tone of smug superiority. "First we bow…" While Elder gave the shortest, most mocking bow in history, Harry felt a crushing force wrap around his torso and force him into a full bend, much like when he had faced Voldemort in the graveyard during his fourth year.

"And then we duel!" Almost faster than Harry could react, Elder snapped off a trio of unfamiliar blood red curses, forcing him to dive to the side and roll back to his feet to avoid them. The monster had already confessed to taking the best attributes of his wielders and being able to remember things since long before Harry himself gained possession of it. This implied generations of lost spells and curses at its beck and call. He couldn't take any chances with any of Elder's spells, especially those he didn't recognize.

"Oh, well done, Harry," Elder said, mockingly. "But let's see how long you can keep it up." Elder then began sending a flurry of chained curses, each one flowing seamlessly into the next, that kept the Magi Ranger on his toes.

Harry ducked under one spell, only to have to immediately sidestep another. For the third, he was able to get up a shield, holding the Magi Staff forward to support it, but the fourth spell simply shattered it without warning, letting the fifth through to wiz past his head while the sixth impacted him in the chest, resulting in a shower of sparks and a scorch mark.

"Hmm…" The monster said, pausing in its assault. "It would seem that your Ranger suit offers more protection than I had anticipated… I suppose I will have to increase the power of my spells then."

Elder's next volley of multicolored spells, cast just as Harry finished recovering from the previous hit, were overcharged in such a way that Harry knew he couldn't shield them. The way they were spread out also prevented dodging unscathed, unless…

Seeing his only option, Harry leapt up into the air, quickly pulling on the Power within him and releasing a barely visible Forcewave in Elder's direction with a swipe of his staff. Elder merely let off a snort of derision, swiping his wand negligently and deflecting the Forcewave to the side before jabbing his wand toward Harry again, freezing him in mid leap.

"All too easy…" Elder drawled before casting yet another flurry of unknown spells in the Magi Ranger's direction, each one striking his hanging form with an accompanying burst of sparks, unable to dodge while in the clutches of the monster's spell.

"Come now, Harry," Elder scoffed, ending his levitation spell and letting the battered Magi Ranger fall to the ground on his back. "Surely you can do better. Make this a challenge for me at least."

Harry was too busy trying to catch his breath to respond. The fall onto his back had knocked the air out of him, doing what the multitude of spells that hit him had been unable to oddly enough. This left the Magi Ranger stumbling to regain his feet, one hand clutching at his chest as he breathed rapidly while the other clenched the Magi Staff tightly, pointing it toward Elder as if to ward the monster off.

Elder was unimpressed. "Why don't you just give up, Harry. There is no way you can defeat my power and experience. I have the combined knowledge of generations of powerful magicals at my disposal. I am created from the strongest magical focus ever crafted, and by Death itself at that. You cannot hope to stand against me." As it spoke, Elder had been walking slowly closer and closer to Harry until there was a mere five feet between them.

"I give you this one chance to surrender. Admit that you are not the rightful Master of Death and I shall make your end swift and painless."

Harry blinked, a few things clicking in his mind. "You know, you sure do talk a lot."

"What?" Elder responded, its stance not changing, though perhaps its grip on its wand was a bit tighter.

Harry stood straighter and reached for his own Power as he recovered. "That's about all you've done this entire time. Talk. And you aren't even staying consistant in what you're saying. First you want to prove that I'm not the master, and now you seem to want me to relinquish the title myself. I'm just saying, it seems rather inconsistent if you ask me. You wanna know what I think?"

Elder let out a sound like a growl but said nothing.

Harry continued, still pulling up his Power. "I think that you are still bound by Death's directive. As such, you cannot directly harm the master of death. That's why those spells you shot at me didn't really do much more than scorch my suit. That's why the worst damage I've taken so far in this fight is the fall onto my back, and that's more or less recovered by now. That's why you want me to willingly forfeit my title, so I won't be able to stand in the way of whatever scheme Zedd's Power has caused you to create. So long as I don't, you can't do anything actively to actually hurt me."

Elder still said nothing, but Harry could almost feel the frustration coming off of it. "So," he continued once again, channeling and shifting his Power into his staff. "Now that the jig is up, maybe you should be the one surrendering."

Elder's tension increased for a moment before it suddenly started exuding a smug satisfaction. How Harry could tell that when the monster had no discernable facial features aside from two glowing green eyes he didn't know. "You may be right, Harry Potter. I might not be able to hurt you, but I can certainly hurt those around you. I can lay waste to this city, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"Are you so sure about that?" Harry asked, tightening his focus on his staff and the Power that was now held within. "Because there seems to be one glaring hole in your 'amazing strength and knowledge.'"

"Oh?" The monster said harshly. "And what might that be?"

Harry smirked beneath his helmet. "You can't sense Power buildup."

Before Elder could say another word, Harry released and directed the stored Power from within his staff, resulting in a beam of piercing purple energy lancing forward from the top of his staff and into Elder's chest.

The monster slid backwards a few dozen feet, riding the beam even as sparks rained off of its body, but as soon as it got its wand between itself and Harry's attack, it began to fight back. Once more casting out a bolt of magical lightning, backed by its own considerable strength, Harry's beam of Power was repelled until the clash point rested almost perfectly between them.

Harry, quickly burning through his own personal reserves of Power, opened himself to the Grid, simultaneously knowing he was going to regret it later, and let the source of his newer Power fuel his attack, leaving it a mere battle of wills.

Wills that were essentially matched.

"So, here we are, Harry Potter," Elder shouted to be heard over the crackle of the two attacks meeting. "The Power of your Grid against the unmatched strength of the Elder Wand. Each tempered by an identical strength of will, but your body is weaker. How long can you channel that much energy before you break down?"

The monster's unfamiliarity with Grid Power was made apparent with that one, mocking question. In all honesty, with the Grid supporting him and essentially controlling his movements with all the influence he had just given, Harry probably could have stood there and kept the attack going indefinitely. He wouldn't be in any shape to do anything else once he demorphed, but for the time being, he was all good. Still, the monster did bring an important point to mind. Before too long, the ever increasing buildup of Power between the two attacks would start to destabilize and lash out, damaging their surroundings.

And there were a lot of tall buildings around them that Harry probably didn't want to fall. Especially since Potter luck dictated that they would probably fall on him.

All the same, a plan came to mind. Whether inspired by the Grid itself or out of Harry's own quick thinking, it should work rather well. Lifting up his left wrist, Harry activated his communicator and called his girlfriend.

"Trini," Harry said, somewhat strained as he tried to focus on delivering his message and keeping his spell going at the same time. Already, his attack was faltering, giving ground to Elder's own and sending the clash point a few inches closer to the Magi Ranger.

"I'm here, Harry," the Yellow Ranger's response was immediate, and the frustration in her voice was equally clear. "What can we do to help?"

"I need you guys to attack Jason."

"What!" Zack's voice came in double, the first heard over his communication line with Trini while the second was an echo heard in real life since he was only standing twenty or thirty feet away. "What good will that do?"

Harry grimaced, feeling his concentration slip a bit more and the clash point move a bit closer. "Look, the spell Elder has on him is a mind control spell that pits the caster's willpower against that of the target. Elder's will is strong, but Jason is stubborn. He may not be able to break the spell on his own, but you can bet he is fighting with everything he has to break free. Imagine how hard he will resist fighting against you guys. Maintaining control and directing Jason to fight will distract Elder, which I can use to my advantage."

Trini didn't respond for a moment, but finally spoke with resolve in her eyes. "We'll do it, Harry, just be careful in there."

"Thanks guys, let's hope this works."

Lowering his arm again, Harry redoubled his focus on his attack, managing to recover a few of the lost inches almost right away. When he then heard various battle cries from the Rangers behind him, accompanied by small explosions as attacks were landed with their weapons, Harry knew his teammates were following through with their part of the plan. The fact that Elder's attack began faltering a bit didn't hurt his deduction either.

"Very crafty, Harry," Elder shouted again. "Having you friends attack my bodyguard to distract me. The question is, will it be enough?"

For all of his posturing, Harry knew the monster was right. The clash point was reaching that critical, about-to-start-releasing-bursts-of-uncontrolled-energy point. Even if that hadn't been what Elder was talking about, it was Harry's most immediate concern.

What he needed was another distraction… something bigger… something that Elder simply couldn't ignore…

Oh… duh…

"PADFOOT!" Harry cried out, throwing his left arm into the air and releasing a burst of Power as he did so.

"WHAT!" Elder echoed even as the ground shook briefly just before the massive mechanical canine faded into view just beyond the fountain that Elder had kept at his back for the entire fight. As broad as the Zord was, it barely fit between the buildings, what with them not being in one of the many large, clear areas among buildings that Angel Grove seemed to have, but the decorative area in front of the office building they were in was just enough to allow Padfoot to squeeze in closer.

Harry smiled even as Elder half turned to see the Zord, the clash point slipping a bit closer to it in the process. "Sick 'em, boy!"

With a mighty bark, Padfoot lifted one of its massive mechanical paws and brought it down toward Elder, only to stop with a mighty crash as it impacted a shield wall. As far as Harry could tell, the shield that the Rangers had hit earlier must have really been a dome, since he couldn't sense Elder having cast another barrier.

Padfoot, not to be deterred, merely raised his paw and struck again. And again. And again. Finally, after the fourth strike, each one making the entire dome flicker into momentary visibility, a crack appeared.

"No!" Elder shouted, shifting its stance sideways so that its wand arm was extended out toward Harry, maintaining the attack, while its other arm raised up and toward the fracture in the shield, a pulse of magic lancing out to reinforce the dome.

With Padfoot keeping up its attack and further fracturing Elder's focus, Harry was able to push the clash point within five feet of the monster, and just in time too as random bursts of destructive energy started arcing out, carving swaths in the concrete and blacktop they fought on and a few on the surrounding buildings, causing shards of glass and chunks of concrete to rain down nearby. One such swath was cut out just in front of Elder's feet, making the monster stumble back a few steps in order to keep its footing, thereby making the fracture in the shield dome grow a bit more with the extra distraction and pushing the clash point to within a few feet.

"Alright," Harry mused, feeling the Grid coordinating what promised to be an incredible climax to this battle. "It's time. HEDWIG!"

With a flash of purple light high overhead, Hedwig appeared, not in her massive Zord form, but in her normal owl sized form, though still revealing her mechanical nature.

-It is time, Harry/Wizard. Let us regain the Wand and complete the Hallows once more.-

"Sounds good to me, Hedwig." Harry said with a smile as he felt his familiar fold her wings and drop into a steep dive. That smile only grew as he felt Power gathering around her, emanating from the Resurrection Stone mounted atop her head. As she drew ever closer to the dome, Harry felt more than heard her fire her rocket boosters, further increasing her speed.

In a split second, he knew it was time. "Padfoot, NOW!"

With a bark in acknowledgement, the massive machine pulled up onto its hind legs, both forepaws raised together before bringing them both crashing down onto the fractured shield dome. This sudden increase in the external pressure made the slowly repairing fracture spread to encompass the entire dome, putting the entire thing a hair's breadth from shattering.

"What you've forgotten, Elder," Harry shouted, inspired and directed by the Power within him. "Is that I'm not the same Harry Potter you knew. I'm not just a wizard anymore. I'm a Power Ranger!"

Hedwig then did her part, passing through the fractured dome in a flash and causing the aforementioned shattering and sending no small amount of magical backlash back to Elder. Once inside, she flared her wings enough to change her downward speed into horizontal momentum, passed into Harry's beam and added her own Power to it, overwhelming what was left of Elder's attack and passing through the monster in a heartbeat, rapidly beating her wings to regain height once out the other side.

Moments later, and very predictably, there was a massive explosion.

All around the Rangers, windows were shattered by the shockwave as Elder was consumed in the flames resulting from Harry and Hedwig's finisher, albeit an amped up version.

When the smoke cleared, Harry was more than shocked to see the monster still standing. It was especially shocking when he saw the hole going through its torso big enough for, well, for Hedwig to fly through…

"Harry!" the Magi Ranger turned his head slightly, still keeping one eye on the monster, and caught sight of the other five Rangers, Jason looking rather scorched, running up to his side.

"Woah…" Zack said as he came to a stop with the others, presumably upon catching sight of Elder for himself. "Looks like you showed that guy, eh Harry?"

"Then why is it still standing?" Jason demanded, no small amount of anger in his voice and clearly a thirst for revenge on his mind. Harry couldn't really blame him though. Mind control sucked. "Come on, Rangers. Let's hit him again!"

"That will not be necessary, Red Ranger." Elder said, his voice weak and once more sounding only like Harry. "I am defeated, and am only held together by determination and Death's own word. My destiny must be fulfilled."

Harry nodded, mostly to himself, and stepped forward. "Harry," Elder said, speaking with Dumbledore's voice and blue eyes again. "Albus would have been so proud to see you now. He always was proud of you, of course, but even more so now. And I… I thank you. You are truly the Master of Death, and I give myself unto you from now to eternity, so mote it be."

With its last words spoken, Elder began to glow before, with a bright flash of light, the monster vanished and was replaced with the original Elder Wand that began to float slowly toward Harry. When it reached him, the Magi Ranger reached out and took it from the air in both hands, an act that was only necessary because of the crack running horizontally though the wand around the halfway point. Indeed, even as Harry took hold of it and the light faded away, the wand broke in two in his hands.

"Why is it broken?" Trini asked.

Harry shrugged, more than a little upset at the fact himself. "Probably because Hedwig and I blew a hole through the monster. It just translated into the break once it returned to normal."

"What-" Kimberly started to say before the pieces of the Elder Wand lit up again, purple this time as a voice echoed throughout Harry's head.

A voice Harry recognized as belonging to the Morphing Grid.

"At last, the final piece has been regained. A fascinating battle, Magi Ranger, and most entertaining to boot. In addition, once this has been properly integrated into your Power with the other two Hallows, you should have enough strength to effectively battle against Zedd's creations alongside the other Rangers' Thunder Power. Well done, Harry Potter, well done."

The two glowing wand pieces then lifted from Harry's hands of their own accord before shifting and condensing into two motes of light. From there, the two pieces joined into one before that one launched itself at Harry's chest, merging with the golden disk there and causing the vertical line representing the Elder Wand in the symbol etched there to light up briefly before fading away again.

"Well," Harry said, turning to face the others again. "That was something."

-MR-

Back at the Command Center, Harry and the Rangers had been debriefed when the topic turned to Jason's experiences under the monster's control.

"It was like… like this little voice in the back of my head telling me what to do. Stand there. Keep the other Rangers from interfering in the battle, no matter what you have to do. Then, once you guys came at me, the voice was telling me to hold you off, but I didn't want to fight you. I resisted as best I could."

"Yeah, that's probably why your form was so bad at first." Billy commented. "You were making several simple mistakes that I found most curious coming as they did from you."

Harry nodded. "That's actually what I was hoping for. I imagine that the voice got stronger after that, right?"

Jason nodded in return, his eyes looking somewhat haunted as he told his tale. "Yeah, it almost completely blocked my ability to think. Forced me to fight better, properly. I couldn't even think to resist it."

"But the fact that you were able to as much as you did is still a sign of great strength, Jason." Harry said, offering his sometimes antagonist a smile. "Being able to resist at all is more than most of the people I knew in my old world would have been able to manage. It says a lot about your willpower, and the strength of your convictions."

Jason just nodded, seemingly lost in thought, but his head came back up when he heard Trini's question to Harry. "So, Harry, now that you have the Elder Wand back… kinda… what will you do?"

Harry blinked. He honestly hadn't thought about that. Technically speaking, the only reason he had even gotten involved in the Rangers' fight was because Rita had stolen the Elder Wand from him. His ultimate goal the entire time had been trying to get it back. Even after he had given up half his magic to gain his own morph and access to the Grid, he had still been working toward that same goal. Now what was he going to do?"

"I mean, are you still going to help us fight? Are you even going to stay in Angel Grove?" Trini's voice had a barely hidden hint of desperation and concern in it, bringing Harry out of his musings so he could pull her into a reassuring hug.

"Hey now, I wouldn't just ditch you guys like that. Or this city. I've actually grown rather fond of this place truth be told. And there's this one bird I met that I kinda have a thing for."

Trini gave him a shy smile through her watery eyes, the emotion enough to have nearly brought her to tears, and gave him a small kiss that he returned happily.

Then their moment was interrupted by a far too obviously fake cough from Zack, only for a now scowling Kimberly to kick him in the shin immediately afterward.

"What?" the Black Ranger asked, taking a few steps away from Kimberly. "That was making me feel all kinds of awkward."

"It was sweet and you ruined the moment!" Kimberly snapped, righteous fury in her eyes.

By this point, Trini had buried her face in Harry's shoulder in embarrassment, but Harry's eyes were now locked with Jason's. The Red Ranger had his usual stern look on his face, but there was a question in his eyes. He was waiting for a direct answer.

Harry returned the Ranger's serious look as he responded. "When you need me, if you need me, I'll be here. It's like I told Elder, I'm a Power Ranger now, and there isn't anything that's going to change that as long as I have anything to say about it."

And really, what more was there to say than that?

-MR-

AN: So in my original idea for this chapter, Elder was just disappointed in Harry and ended up giving him the secret to defeating him using all he had or whatever. But as I wrote it, Elder turned in to a villain in his own right, explaining his entire plan and backstory and all. In all truth, there are a lot of differences between my original idea for this chapter and how it actually turned out. Padfoot showing up for one, he wasn't in the original outline, that's for sure. But what the muse demands is what must happen, lest she leave me without any inspiration to write and leave all of you without any new content. Can't have that, now can we?

Also, I had a fairly frustrating time differentiating between Grid Power "Power" and magical power "power." I kept mixing them up as I was typing since I am so used to using the capital all the time now. I'm sure it was extremely confusing to you all as well, and for that I apologize.

So for those of you who remember, last Fall I mentioned in an AN about being exiled from my bedroom due to mold and water damage. I spent the next seven months or so sleeping in the living room of my house with minimal comfort and next to no privacy. Not fun by any stretch of the imagination. However, after much delay due to personal problems, our contractor was able to finish my bedroom this month. With a little help from a neighbor, I was able to make the finishing touches and got myself back into my bedroom about two weeks ago.

I simply cannot express how happy I am with this. You guys don't even know.

Also, I upgraded my TV from a 27" to a 43" HD 4K TV and got a PS4 Pro with my tax return. Win! Now I can watch the corniness of the original Power Rangers season in even higher clarity! Or else it'll just make the special effects look that much worse if I get into any footage with computer generated effects… Like in the movies at least… hmmm... Meh.

So yeah, this chapter actually flowed rather smoothly for me as I was writing. I don't know if it was just because I had been dwelling on it or if my muse decided to work with me on something largely original for once. Or it could be that the chapter only had four real parts: Elder talking, Elder kicking Harry's butt (kinda), Harry winning, and a tiny bit of aftermath. Fairly simple all in all.

So anyway, Harry has regained the Elder Wand (Finally), and things are all good in the Power Ranger's world… or are they? There are a few plot points that I plan to explore in the coming chapters that will reveal that not all is as good as it seems. Zedd is plotting, and the Rangers might not be prepared when it comes time to face the results of said plotting.

I plan on taking a few leaps of faith with Season 2, I just hope everyone enjoys what I've got in store!

Thanks for reading and don't forget to review,

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