Iridescent

Author's Note: So, I decided to actually get in the spirit of the holidays for once in my god forsaken life. I dressed up all three of my horses, in classy Christmas garland, freaking adorable bows, and ribbon. Then I proceeded to take 50,000 pictures of them being freaking adorable. They love their new home, so it wasn't that hard. I have no clue why I felt like sharing that with you all. If you want to see the pictures, be watching my avatar. It'll be changing in a few days after I edit my photos. So, thanks to everyone who reviewed, added the story to favorites, added the story to story alerts, and added this to communities. I love you all so much (but I love those who worship between the lions the most!) and I can't wait to share more chapters with you.

Warning: This story contains homosexual relations, violence, foul language, extremely light sexual content, mentions child abuse and rape, and slight graphic content.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Avengers, or Harry Potter, I'm simply borrowing characters in hopes to make a relatively good fiction.

Just so you'll stop sending me hate: This isn't taken from WyrdSmith. It was simply the same idea, and an idea I've had for an extremely long time.

Previously In Iridescent:

"Perfect, I do ensure that these measures are taken Griphook, I trust you more than you could ever picture, be it unwise as it is." Harry said with a smile, slowly starting to rise from his chair. "I cannot wait to do more business with the both of you." He turned to leave the office, glamour back in place.

He pulled the hood back over his head and started out of the building, one Rowena Ravenclaw attached to his arm as he left reciting the line he was told to recite as he exited the wards of Gringotts.

"I, Harry James Potter, do here by activate the life debts of…"

Chapter Six: Jera

Jera: The Rune of Success and Continuity

"I, Harry James Potter, do here by activate the life debts of Hermione Jean Weasley Nee Granger, Ronald Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Ginny Weasley, and Molly Weasley. By the magic invested in me call the five guilty parties to stand before their master to receive punishment for the breach of debt!" His voice bellowed through the entire alley, his glamour dropped, and a shield erected around his being. It would be said later that even some muggles could hear his booming voice in Muggle London. A few things happened in a horrifying succession, things changed in the wizarding world forever that day, and though most rebelled, and they would find it for the best.

The first thing that happened was complete stillness, weather it was because of the mix of a mass Silencio and mass Petrificus Totalus that was cast, or the shock that standing before them was a man that wasn't ever supposed to leave Azkaban. Few people had ever been sentenced their entire existence in a cell, many would often simply receiver the kiss a few years in, but Harry Potter had been sentenced that he was to remain in that cell until he stopped breathing. There was no chance at parole, no early release, no chance at freedom, only the risk of death. There was nothing but the Kiss that could have saved poor Harry Potter from the pain that Azkaban offered.

Harry knew that if anyone in the muggle world knew the actual goings on that went on in Azkaban that the prison would be shut down and never opened again! Azkaban took cruel to an entire new level, and it seemed to break anyone who entered its gates.

The second thing that happened was the sudden appearance of the five people spoken about in Harry's call of debt. They appeared in a lump on the ground, hitting hard with no protection in what Harry could only guess was the perfect Petrificus Totalus. Magic could be so perfect at times, though he was slightly annoyed that he didn't get to watch them squirm in terror when they saw who had summoned them. He had wanted to watch them run and scream in horror when they saw that they had failed.

"You! What have you done?!" Ronald Weasley, who was at the bottom of the pile of bodies, screeched loudly at Harry whom stood watching impassively from the steps. His voice was almost as loud as Mrs. Weasley Sr. Who was currently busy squawking about murderers, blood traitors (making Harry scoff), and being yanked from her home in the middle of the day.

"I've brought you here to thank you, Blood traitor." This seemed to shock everyone into silence. He took the silence from the annoying creatures on the floor as the okay to continue, "Oh, yes. Thank you. If it wasn't for you betraying me, I would have never seen your true personalities." He snarked, his lips curled in an animalistic grin. "I see you married her, how quaint, the Mud-blood and the Blood traitor. I see now why Draco Malfoy warned me away from you filth." His lip was curled in a horrifying snarl.

Ronald went to speak again but was cut off by Hermione, who spat violently at the ground by Harry's feet. How her spit carried that far Harry was unsure, and honestly if he wasn't biting at the bit to tear out her throat, he would have been highly impressed.

"You're the filth! Your mother was a muggle born! We should have offed you while we could have!" She hissed, much like a ruffled cat. "K-k-killing all those people!" Harry couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh. Yes. The supposed death eaters who were planted in his home." Rowena snapped out. People finally taking notice to the bombshell that was standing at Harry's side,

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you, Mione, meet Rowena Ravenclaw, my adopted mother. Also known as Queen Elizabeth II. Genius isn't she? Guess you aren't the brightest witch after all." He said as another feral grin crossed his lips, causing Hermione to shiver lightly.

"R-Rowena R-r-Ravenclaw?" She spluttered out, her muddy chocolate brown eyes seemed frightened at the ageless which.

"The one and only," Rowena said with a devilish grin and a sharp glint in her eye.

"By the way, I'm a pureblood, turns out my mother was the great-great granddaughter of Merlin and Arthur Pendragon. Go figure, just another thing Dumbles attempted to hide from me. It worked the first time around," He snarked with a growl, "but not this time." He twirled his wand in his hand with a carefree ignorance, slightly glad that Remus and Teddy weren't here to see him act like this. He was a bit disgusted with himself, and the old him likely would have stopped and apologized, but the new him wasn't about to bow down.

He slowly his arm to the sky, the Elder Wand pointing into the clouds, and his original wand pointed at his throat. He was going to ensure all heard what he was to say. Not one world would not know the world of wrong that had been done unto him. He would make sure these few lived in hell. He knew exactly how to punish them, and he would do it too. His lip curled up, revealing his pointed canines, a mad glint had a home within his eyes. Oh this would be fun.

"I summon the life debt, that the punishment for wrong done upon me be claimed. I demand the magic be stripped from the named! May the process be painful, their cores removed and granted to Gringotts to destroy. Their wands are to be snapped, and their magical artifacts be taken from their holding. May god have mercy that they die before the end. If they shall live they will be cast from the magical world to live as muggles, unable to forget the crimes they committed. Any child born of magic will be taken from their hands, and gifted to a magical family. They will be unable to touch any form of magic, may their bodies burn if they do. So Mote it be."

Screaming soon filled the air as a large flash of light soon erupted around them. He released the Petrificus Totalus that had been cast so he could watch them squirm and thrash on the ground. He couldn't help but chuckle at the screeching of the five witches and wizards on the ground before him. He was pleased, but he knew he still had two more things to do, starting with summoning the remaining debts.

"I, Harry James Potter, do summon the remaining life debts of the Wizarding world. I call upon the power to create a new world order. Those who refuse to submit will be banished from the world, their memories erased of their life within, and have their magic stripped from their beings. With the help of my selected rulers, a council will be formed to govern over the Wizards, Witches, and Magical Beings residing in the British Wizarding world, and the surrounding forests. The three main over takers of the Wizarding world are, Rowena Ravenclaw one of the Four Founders, Ragnok current High Banker and King of Goblins, and Griphook current Bank Teller and keeper of the books. So mote it be."

Another flash erupted from the tip of the Elder wand into the sky, the world seemed to shake at the power of the request. Anyone who could feel power would know that at that moment magic was pleased. Finally a wizard had taken advantage, finally someone understood that magic needed a ruler. Not good or bad, not light or dark, but power. Magic needed power to survive, and Harry James Potter seethed power, it was pouring from his pores, oozing out every crevice. Yes magic was singing around them. In an act of anger and revenge, one Harry Potter had not only given the wizarding world their just deserts.

Magic often wasn't heard, it wasn't obeyed. But for some reason, even if he wasn't aware, Harry had followed his fate, and he had done so well doing it. He had given Magic a master, and he had given the wizarding world a bridle. How she wished Harry would stay with her, and not go to her sister magic of another land. Her sister was such a baby, so underdeveloped compared to her own glory. She had so few towns for Harry to live in, not enough space for his godson to roam. She knew that it was far too late to change her Master's mind, but she couldn't help but hope one day Harry would return to her.

The Deathly Hallows had chosen well… Oh they had chosen so very well. This Master of Death was so much better than the last. He would do his job so well he likely wouldn't ever be replaced. Hopefully he would become aware of what lurked in being associated with others in his new found title. Those who were loved by the Master of Death gained many things, but the boldest of all was simple. Immortality.

TBC

A/N: And on that bomb shell we end this chapter. No worries, the description on why the baddies did what they did will be in the next chapter. Also, our goodies will be leaving in the next chapter! I wonder what will happen next.