A/N: The Harry Potter books, world and characters belong to JKR. I take no credit for any repeated quote or event from the original source.

A Blue Starred Sky

Chapter 4

Date: 27, July 2010 Entry Number: 218 Location: Japan Kyoto (Traditional hotel)

In all honesty? There's a part of me that can't help but completely admire Hermione. I like to think that I'm talented at creating wards and spells. But just by looking up I know that Mione is a genius at the art. The wards she's made to prevent nuclear radiation from entering are admirable. Putting them up? I'm fairly confident I could have managed. Making it all up in the time span of two and a half weeks? Nuh-uh, maybe four or five months, if I'm being incredibly generous.

As for Japan? Well, that's actually a fairly long story. It started just after Gabriella joined. She had started telling us about the history of Veela, realising that it was safer for her to tell Veela secrets rather than allow Hermione to follow her with the crazy gleam she always has whenever someone tries to restrict knowledge from her. It never ends well.

Anyway. At some point, Ragnok started telling us Goblin history probably reaching the same conclusion of surrendering rather than facing Mione. Which leads to almost a full year of magical history from other races point of view. I will agree that I was completely fascinated by it. It was like reading a fantasy novel. How could have Binns completely messed up the lesson's for us to full asleep? And yes, that includes you, Mione.

Anyway. About two to three months ago Alastor and Filius agreed that I was more than capable to carry my own blades with me now that I had finished my 'lessons', which lead to them asking Ragnok if there was a goblin blade I could use instead of the wooden ones we had been using so far.

Gabriella didn't take it well. Apparently, while less well known, Veela's are not only quite skilled Weapon smiths but incredibly adept enchanters. And thus the argument between goblin and Veela started as to which of the two races were better. It didn't help that while goblins worked on the blades sharpness and attributes. Veela worked on its balance and magic. So Hermione asked the obvious question. "Why have goblins and Veela never made a weapon together?" The crazy gleam the two strange pairs sent me still terrifies me.

What followed was a trip around the world as they made many incredibly dangerous and unstable test for me to try out, until we eventually reached Japan where they perfected the weapon they were looking for. While the experience will scar me for life, I don't regret it, since Mione ended up taking part in the project and ended up coming up with the main design from the many books she read in Japan. I swear, there isn't a language that women doesn't know.

Somehow, during the process, Ragnok started respecting me as a warrior. Apparently, he had expected me to run after the first one, which leads me to today were alongside my birthday present, he gave me a ring symbolising the statues of goblin friends. While he admitted that it wouldn't do me much good with the goblin nation practically extinct, any goblin that I encounter will know that I hold the trust of the king of goblins. Sigh, what happened with just Harry?

Suddenly he felt two hands cover his eyes from behind, startling him until he heard a voice he could never forget.

"Guess who?" The male sounding voice asked slightly cheeky.

"Purple-eyes, even if you didn't do this practically daily there's no way I wouldn't recognise your own voice." Harry commented in amusement as Dora hugged him.

"I don't do it that often!" She huffed as he returned the hug.

"Of course you don't." He said in a way that sounded as if he was talking to a child. "So what's up?"

"Mione says dinner's ready" She comments not making any effort to move.

Harry immediately tensed in worry. "She didn't-?"

"No, she is never going any was near the kitchen. It was Susan and Daphne's turn today. Oh, Alastor says you shouldn't eat much since you had another training session with us for an hour or two"

"The man will be the death of me" He murmured amusingly as she pulled him up.

"Now now, at least you finally have the badass blade for your birthday." She said pointing at the very same blade.

"You could have gotten one as well" I pointed out as we walked through the holes room.

"And be a test subject of a flame-throwing Veela and an incredibly experienced goblin that enjoys strange weapons even for Goblin standards? Not thank you" She said amusingly before they both broke into a fit of giggles.

"Have you named it yet?" She asked once the two of them stopped laughing.

"As a matter of fact, Hermione found a perfect name" He commented as she raised her eyebrow curiously.

"Oh? Do tell." She asked with the same expectation I held just days before.

"Virtuous Oath"

"That's fitting, especially seeing how her usual naming sense is." She commented after some few seconds. He nodded in understanding. Honestly? I had expected another Spew. Something like Japanese styled sword made by Goblin, Human and Veela, making it JSGHV. "She found the name?" Dora asked him snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, from a notebook written by someone named Yoko. He apparently made it for a video game he wanted to make one day. Well, before all of this came crashing down. Mione found his notes and they used it as a base for the one they made." He said as he looked out of the window. Almost unconsciously he held Dora's hand for the rest of the walk.

"Oh." She said before a small smile formed on her face. "How very like you, allowing that name to honour a strangers memory in some way" She commented as Harry shook his head.

"Has Alastor found a new base?" Harry asked changing the subject, slightly blushing at the comment.

"He thinks that maybe using a stationary one is disadvantageous, and we should borrow a page from the muggles books and get a moveable one instead." She commented as Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Oh? What is it then?"

"A battleship." She said cheerfully as if she was talking about her favourite sweet's. "One from World War two I think. I'm not sure, to be honest, never was interested in history. Binns just gave me an excuse as to why I failed the OWL." She said as she flashed him a lopish smile.

"Uh-huh. It has nothing to do with the fact that it involved going through hundreds of books then Purple-eyes?"

"I enjoy reading!" She said slightly offended before getting a kiss in the forehead.

"Never said you didn't, but we both now that unlike Mione, neither of us would happily spend the rest of our life reading." He commented as Dora giggled.

"Let's get going before Susan starts shouting at us. We have to get Mione on the way down."

"Library?"

"Where else?" She asked as Harry shook his head, both heading towards the library.

"Doesn't hurt hoping, right?"

"There's a difference between hoping and asking for the impossible handsome." She said in amusement.

"Oh, by the way, what was the name of battleship Alastor was thinking of Purple-eyes?" He asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. I know that it was sunk just before the war ended. I think it was called Yamato."

o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o

Left, right. Block, side step to the left as you use the body's momentum to drag it with you. Slashing a straight line at the waist before using the momentum of the blade's cut to make a circle shape as you stab it into the ground.

Cartwheel, use your magic to grab the blades hilt as you jump and-

"Haa" Violet voiced echoed in the room as the blade came crashing downwards, effectively cutting the dummy cleanly in half. The blade cutting through part of the ground as she momentarily stopped, panting for air before letting go of the hilt.

"If all humans were as skilled as you are with a blade, then I dare say that our races may have even gotten along." A voice said from behind.

Not bothering to look behind, she smiled, wiping the sweat on her forehead. "I think it's much more likely that we would have needed up killing each other."

"Perhaps, but such is the way of a warrior." Ragnok commented thoughtfully.

After some few seconds of catching her breath, she looked at the king of the goblin nation. "It depends on the warrior's belief." She pointed at the blade half engraved into the ground. "You yourself helped make that blade. We ended up calling it Virtuous oath." She said as he looked at her questioningly, inspecting the blade as a work of art, which is what it was.

Its name at the time had been more of a spin of the moment name from Mione that Dora had enjoyed teasing him. But by the time he had defeated Voldemort, it had become a reminder, to stay true to himself, and to never fall to their level.

It was true, even to this day, he had never cast any of the three unforgivable, and when he had killed, which were many more times than what he had ever wanted to, he had made sure to make it painless no matter who it was, or how much they had caused pain towards others. It was one of the few reasons he was still sane.

"Who else worked on it?" He finally asked.

"A Veela, Filius, the smartest witch of our generation, myself, and the best that muggle technology and ancient craftsmanship had to offer." She said in amusement as she leaned on the wall, sliding down as she reached the ground in exhaustion.

"Had anyone else said that I would have cut off their head" He commented as he continued to inspect the blade.

"And yet the evidence lies right before you. We created it out of desperation, but it was made with a combined effort of races that would have never even thought of the possibility in any other case." She commented before reaching the bottle of water, gulping the contents without an ounce of shame.

"True..." He said as he went back to his own thoughts, admiring the blade even if his current pride wouldn't allow him to say that it was a work like no other. But it was, it really, really was.

"I have a favour I needed to ask, of course, I already paid in advance and the papers are on your desk. But the sooner the requested materials are ready from the first folder the better. The second one I can wait a month or so." She commented to the goblin who simply nodded as he still observed the blade.

"I'm glad I offered you the training facility. You must have made a terrifying man if you could move at that speed with that body. There have been quite some few goblins that have stopped to watch in the hours you've been here." He said in clear amusement.

If I remember correctly, Ragnok once mentioned that I put more effort into my training than that of the goblins before the blood war. Which would mean that he probably hasn't seen someone train like this in decades.

Violet shrugged as she put the bottle down. "It's actually not that different. Size is slightly smaller, my balance is slightly off. In all honesty? Give me a month and I'll probably be at ninety per cent. Muscle memory is still there, it's the actual muscle development that's lacking." He commented as the goblin raised his eyebrow before realisation hit him and he sharply turned around and looked at the blade.

"Of course, Veela magic." He finally commented.

"That it is" Violet commented proudly. And he would. He had almost been blown up in thirteen different occasions to get it working. He'd be proud of it even if it was reduced to dust. Not that it would. The things it had cut through didn't even exist in this reality, or at least not yet, and hopefully not ever.

"You were correct, this would not have never been made in a time of peace." He said in a tone that was directed to himself than to Harry. A vicious smile appeared on his face. "Once you are at the top of your game, I would like to request a dual. It's been years since I had a challenge. And centuries since a goblins blade clashed with that of a human. I think it will be perfect to get the youthful ones of my nation into shape. They pride is very sensitive, a human outclassing them with a blade would be a perfect motivation." He said with an evil gleam.

Returning the same maniacal smile Harry looked at the goblin. "I'll look forward to it."

Ragnok could see it, the crazy glim in the girl's eyes of a war veteran that had walked through horror's that goblins would cower from, with the one blade engraved right on front of him. He would need to start working with his axe, it had been years since he had been at the top of his own game.

o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o

Harry slowly walked on the water, listening through his headphones the album of 'Don't wake me just yet'. It had been one of the brighter parts of the war. A group of every side had joined together and created a small radio station that was transmitted through the world. Anyone with a radio, magical or not could hear the melodies they played. It had worked like a beacon for many, including the ones in the order, and definitely for Harry.

They suddenly stopped creating new tracks in 2021, and by 2023 none of their music was ever heard again through the radio. It didn't require much intelligence to guess what had happened in both of those years. Gabriella and Harry had recorded every track, from the first, incomplete one to every single one released after that. Small, practically insignificant in the war. But it was these little things that had kept them somewhat sane, allowed them to keep walking through the nightmare that was their planet. Lost in his own thoughts, he looked through his mental checklist, a habit that Mione had made sure to dig in his mind.

Ally with Amelia? Check.

Talk with Ragnok? Check.

Sort out both my on legal papers and economic support for Rose and Lily? Check.

Get a house and setting up its wards? Check and almost completed.

Get Sirius out of Azkaban? Amelia is working on it, but he'll be out in five day's either way.

Prevent the Quidditch World cup incident? Amelia is increasing the security.

Retrieve Yamato? Well, that's what he was doing at the moment. He already got his hands on the necessary warehouse to fix it up, granted he had to use quite some few expansion charms to make it work, and Ragnok had already provided the materials. Witch left the actual magically taxing part of the project. Getting it from under the sea in Japan to England.

Harry sighed as she came to a stop. At this point, she was probably the most powerful magical being on the planet, followed by Voldemort and Dumbledore. An interesting side effect of her magical block is that, what little he had left, had had to increase itself to keep him alive. That would have almost certainly killed him, but the many factors, such as the blood wards and the prophecy had seemingly kept him alive.

The block's had left his magical core at twenty per cent, and his core had slowly grown through almost fifteen years until he had removed them. Ironically, some few years later they found the Horcrux in his forehead, which had cut him down to two-thirds of his magical core. In other words:

100% (Original core) = 66.6%(Core after Halloween) = 16.7 (Magical blocks)

Daphne had gone on an on how he was a medical impossible existence. Honestly? He couldn't really disagree, and had to wonder how he was alive himself. Anyway, the point of the matter was when they had removed the magical blocks. what would have been him at 100 without them, was actually closer to being 125. And then, what would have been him with only the magical blocks at 125, with the Horcrux was closer to 165.

Point of the matter was, by the time Voldemort's soul had been removed his core had been forced to expand more than half its original value. And then came his...achievements. Becoming the master of death, having Hedwig, and later Fawkes as familiar's.

If it were a video game, it would be like some sort of permanent percentage buff.

Hermione had had a mental break down on how he had become so magically powerful, ending up claiming it was the Harry Potter effect and giving up. It had been the one thing she had never been able to figure out. Dora had enjoyed every minute of it as well.

Snapping out of his thoughts he realised that he had already levitated the battleship out of the sea, and was now holding the whole thing, levitated some few meters on top of the sea level. Grateful to whoever invented notice me not charms he attached the portkey to each half of the separated ship, charging each portkey he watched each one disappear with a loud pop, leaving the empty sky were tons of steel had been floating.

Sometimes he wondered whether being master of death was worth it, subconsciously gazing down upon the night coloured stone of the ring. How he had pondered on the idea of bringing them back, to say how much he loved them, to beg for forgiveness for dying for him, or simply to accompany him to his own death. But he had never done it. How could he? The world they had lived in was one that got worse each day, bringing them back would have been even crueller than their death.

And now here she was, stuck in a world were for all she knew her loved ones were a memory, simple memory while the real ones could never recognise him, happily living the normality of they own lives.

It's why he had retrieved Yamato. He didn't need it, actually, it would probably be a disadvantage. But it had been something that his family had made, and something that had become their home. And he was going to rebuild it. Simply because it was home.

Sighing in expiration he apparated back into England as he threw herself on his bed. "At least I've still got the plans and sketches, Morgana knows how much work that will save me."

o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o

So this is my first author note...Salaam!

Anyway's, I wasn't going to put any author notes, but the huge amount's of favourites and views in only five days honestly shocked me. I mean, this was a spin of the moment idea that I came up with less than two weeks ago. As a matter of fact half of what's written is completely improvised. For example, this chapter? Yamato? Came up with it three hours ago when I was playing a battleship game. The sword? Came up with it yesterday an hour before going to bed. You get the point.

I wanted to point out that the chapter's will be from 1000 to 4000 words long simply because I'm doing this as a coping mechanism for studying.

On another note if you recognised Virtuous Oath then you have real good taste in gaming. The sword is a simple combination of words from virtuous treaty and cruel blood oath from Nier Automata, the blade is pretty much the same. Yoko taro was mentioned in the diary conversation, the concept is completely their idea so I take no credit in it.

Also, the automata mention's? Yes, It will be seen in the Diary Pensive entry's eventually. And yes, the ideas was inspired of what if instead of alien and robots it was Voldemort and demons.

Honestly? At the beginning it was what would happen if a war torn Harry that lost anything was turned into an almost 14 year old girl. But now it's more of a 14 year old girl retells her story of the male war veteran that she was as she copes with protecting the people that have yet to die. Honestly, in just some few days I've become invested into this story to the point that it takes preference over Journey of magic.

Cant really think of anything else apart from thanking the comments for pointing out the wrong upload in chapter 4, that was embarrassing…

Anyway's thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did coming up with it. Chau!