Titanium

Author's Note: Not much editing was done to this chapter, it was mostly spelling errors, but I did add in length. A few paragraphs were changed, and sentences moved around. Hopefully you like it, if not I may cry, but you know, it happens all the time, I'm used to it by now! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I have about three or four more edited chapters, and one almost finished. Enjoy my dear readers, enjoy. - CJG

Warning: Threesome - M/M/M, Male Slash, Male Friendship, Submissive/Bottom, Dominant/Top, Mpreg. Violence, Alternate Universe

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this disclaimer once; I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot lines found in this fan fiction.

Chapter One: Master of Fate

When he awoke he was laying on his back, in a puddle of blood that was not his own. At this point he was so utterly filthy he couldn't even bring himself to care of the fact that he was indeed likely to catch one of many incurable dieses that he could almost tell lingered within the soil. Who knew what nasty curses and violent outcomes could come from the dead blood of a wizard, Harry personally didn't want his thoughts to linger on death, but seeing as he was laying in blood and ash it was slightly hard to forget that simple fact.

His eyes drifted lazily to his companions, Neville had somehow ended up with Harry cuddled up extremely close to his body, Sirius had somehow ended up to Harry's left, and Remus had ended up becoming Neville's pillow at some point in time.

There was sudden warmth that overcame him; he slowly sat up, knowing that the others had felt it to. A light was shining high in the still dark moonless sky. He wasn't the only one sitting now, he was positioned between Neville's legs as the boy's arms wrapped around him in a protective manner. Sirius was standing close to his left side, and Remus was standing motionless behind Neville. All eyes glued to the light that seemed to get brighter by the second before exploding in an inferno around them, causing them to vanish into thin air.

They all landed with a harsh thud in a heap on the ground. Harry was up, Avada Kedavra eyes were wild and alert almost instantly. He felt an inhuman snarl rising up his throat, looking from left to right as he was soon standing at attention with his companions on either side of him. He took a moment to look around, taking in the site of a large hall that though seemingly in ruin held its own power and magic.

The world around them looked broken, stuck in a never ending twilight, there was a sea the color of reflective mirror, causing the world to look even more haunting as twilight twinkled. A moon bright as the sun hanging lazily in the sky looking regal as rubble hung suspended in the air, looking like muggle pictures, a scene frozen in time and never moving. The color of the hall was a shining golden hue, empty of seating or anything remotely looking like furniture. The floor was a swirling marble of unnamable colors and hues; it looked like it mirrored the sky above. There were flowers of all types, some not even Neville could recognize.

The scent on the air was sweet and full of the sweet nectar of different flowers and fruited plants of this strange unknown world. There was a throne sitting in the far end of the room, in the brightest light. It was almost too bright, one could only see the outline of the thrones, not who was occupying them.

"At ease young ones," The voice of a man called from the shining light, the creature slowly stood and stepped from the bright light.

The man was tall, overly tall, he stood taller than Remus, and that was quite a feat seeing as he stood roughly around six foot seven inches, Neville being only an inch shorter, and Sirius being a few inches shorter at five foot eleven inches, and Harry himself bottoming out at five feet and seven inches. The man's hair was a deep auburn which contrasted his pale skin. His ears were pointed, showing he was not entirely human. "A High elf" was whispered into Harry's ears. His face was young and full of life, but something in his vibrant grey eyes showed that he had seen much, too much.

He opened his mouth to speak once again, "I am Nox, Master of fate, ruler of this realm." He said, his voice a deep purr, offering an odd sense of comfort, "I welcome you to my home, Harry Potter Master of Death, Remus Lupin Master of the Forests, Sirius Black Lord of Beasts, and Neville King of Lions." The man spoke with a soft voice, full of dominance, yet careful, cautious, as if he didn't doubt that this group of men could crush him, and his world. He clearly did not want to offend them.

"I suppose one could say the pleasure is ours, Lord Nox." Harry said his voice was full of power, though it trembled with a level of exhaustion that did not go unnoticed by the elf, "I would like to enquire why we are here." He said with a slightly hot tone.

The man's eyes bore into the vibrant emerald of Harry. He felt his heart speed as the elf probed his mind, searching for things in the boy's mind. But Harry allowed the Elf into his mind, but that didn't stop him from doing his own digging. The elf found the boy probing his mind in return, and though at first he was surprised, he did nothing to halt the invasion. Harry was surprised at the memories he had found deep within the mind of the man, nothing like the memories in Harry's mind.

"To be blunt, you world is dead," Nox said coldly, his eyes holding pity for the men standing before him.

"We already know that!" Sirius snapped with an inhuman snarl, glaring violently at the man who gave them such pathetic glances, such heart filled sadness for them, "We don't need your pity, Oh great master of fate." He spat, rude, and unthinking as always.

"Sirius, hold your tongue!" Remus snarled harshly, clocking the man in the back of his head as punishment.

The man waited with a cold gaze as their antics soon turned serious again. Harry felt his cheeks flush, Merlin, for being a Lord his godfather was such a child. One wouldn't know he was the Lord of Beasts if, the only reason one would know was because he had a Grimm as his Animagus.

"I assure you, Sirius Black, this is not pity; my people are in the position much like yours were you, do you understand? Their world is perishing around them, yet many are ignorant to the fact. They haven't the horrors of your world, but their world is by far danger free." Nox paused with a soft sigh as he descended from the stairs, his movements so graceful one would swear he was an angel. His long pure white robes falling gracefully around him, the sleeves that pointed in a v shape drug almost on the ground, Harry only at that time took notice upon the graceful silver crown that almost matched the color of his eyes.

"They do not know the horrors of such wicked wars, they need help, or they will fail. I'm giving you a chance, a chance to save this world when you couldn't save your own." The man seemed cold; the statement brought a growl out of Sirius, but didn't seem to deter the rest of the group. They saw this as more than a duty, they were seeing redemption. They were seeing the chance to succeed in what they had failed to do before.

"It's too dangerous; if you are anything to go by we will not match your people." Harry said wisely his eyes moving quietly to his feet. His face flushed lightly, clearly the jab at the fact they hadn't saved their world affected him a bit more than he let on. Noticing this caused Nox to smile softly.

"I'd go wild on the full moon." Remus said his face downcast, a hint of hate on his tongue when he spoke of Moony and his furry little problem.

"You're illness isn't a problem, Master of the Forests. I will heal you, and you shall become strictly a best, changeable at whim. The full moon will not surge your blood, cub." The man said as he stood before the group, now only an arm's length away.

"No more transformations?" Neville asked he had been quiet the entire time until that point. Yes, Neville was brave, but he was still shy, he was still quiet even if he was a hero.

"Yes, Neville, no more transformations, the only other change that will come into play is for Mr. Harry Potter. You are immortal, you hold the title of Lord of Death, thus shall never die. If you accept saving this world, I'll set you to your true form," Nox said, gently stretching out a hand to place it on Harry's shoulder before he spoke again, "if you should accept, you shall find your mates, if you succeed in protecting the world, you will all live in great job until the day of your deaths."

There was a lull in conversation, the group of survivors completely unsure in what to think. If they took this offer, they had a chance at happiness? An utter joy they couldn't find on their own world? All they had dreamed of, would Harry find love? After all those years of abuse and neglect Harry wasn't sure if anyone would love him. He possessed scars on his body that eve magic couldn't heal. He possessed pain and memories not even time could save him from.

Confused, tired, and rather hungry Harry did the only thing his mentally weak state would let him do. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and sat. Staring blankly ahead completely lost and unsure what he could do. What did Nox mean by his true form? He opened his mouth to ask that same question when he made eye contact with Nox but was cut off by the elf speaking.

"You weren't destined to be born human, Harrison Potter, but an Elf, one of my own kin." Nox said with a small smile, "I simply wish to offer your real form. I wish to give you the opportunity to live in your true world." Nox extended his hand as an offering, an offering that was completely truthful.

Harry exchanged looks between his companions, looking between each of their minds as if asking permission to speak the next two words that he was itching to speak. Love, he had a chance at love! And on his real world at that, this was an amazing chance, plus his hero complex was drumming in his skull, he had the chance to save a world from a fate that his world had fallen to. With slight hesitation his eyes leveled with Nox, and he took the outstretched hand with simple, quiet, and slightly less hostile words.

"We accept."