Harry's Universe (otherwise known as Harry's attempt at fixing a God's fuck up)

Harry scowled, staring at Death in complete and utter disbelief and bewilderment. Death just shook his head in amusement and sighed in exasperation. Harry glared at the offending piece of documentation, a class ten Snape Death Glare, in the hopes that the document and problem would be vapourized. Alas, the papers of the document just shuffled in a non-existent wind, remaining perfectly intact. Harry sighed in resignation.

"How?," he pleaded, "just how? How did he fuck up this badly?"

Death gave Harry a small smile and a shrug.

"I have no idea Harry. I really don't."

Harry placed his head in his hands and gave a long drawn out sigh.

"So the others want me to fix his mistake?"

Death nodded, "Yes."

For those of you who are lost, Death and Harry are busy discussing a new and immediate problem. A minor god, whose name is of no consequence, was in charge of directing the future and outcome of a universe that was practically identical to Harry's original universe. Everything was going as planned but then, around the middle of the 19th century, the minor god got lazy and fucked the entire universe up so badly that now Harry has to be sent in to mitigate the damage.

Now, fixing a universe is not as easy as hitting reboot. If it were, one of the higher gods would have done so, maybe even Fate or Time would have done it. No. Fixing a universe is not easy. Especially considering the length of time, one hundred fifty years or there about, that had been allowed to elapse since the problem began, before the minor god got off his ass and asked for help. Now Harry was going to be sent to a random time frame, to fix everything. He hopes and prays that there is indoor plumbing at least.

"You will have free rein in what you can do, as long as you get the required outcome," Death's smooth voice pulled Harry from his internal rant at the ineptitude of some divine beings.

Harry perked up

"So I can do whatever I want?" his voice was hopeful.

"Yes," was the curt reply.

Harry fistbumped, "YES!", much to Deaths amusement.

"You will need these Harry," Death spoke before a giddy Harry could run off and cause universal mischief.

Death handed Harry a box filled with various documents and folders. Harry sighed in exasperation, he supposed he should really read up on the universe before heading in blindly. Harry gave Death a flirtatious smirk before bounding from Death's office. Death sighed in exasperation, shaking his head after an aborted eye roll, but with a small smile gracing his features. He looked down at his bundle of paperwork and sighed, back to work. Belatedly, he realised that he was sighing a lot lately. He puzzled over this while filling out the papers before him.


Harry's Universe (ex Universe 75943-21delta)

Harry looked out at Earth from the cockpit of his ship. The ship was sitting in a geosynchronous above London, England, specifically above Surrey. When he arrived in his, it was his now, universe he quickly scanned the planet to find out when he arrived. Imagine his surprise when he found out the date.

July 31st 1993

The Harry of this universe would be thirteen today.

Harry of course, had memorised all the pertinent information on this universe. To say he was shocked at the differences between his own, would be the understatement of the millenia.

Firstly, his dear relatives were far more intolerant of magic, leading to his double, being heavily abused. Secondly, the Albus Dumbledore of this universe was completely and utterly bonkers, being completely detached from reality. Thirdly, the Sirius Black of this universe was truly guilty and a Death Eater, Wormtail being innocent. That was just the differences in the wizarding world.

Those were the first three things that stopped him flat. He needed to act on this information and quickly before changing anything else.

First things first, he was going to pay his dear relatives a visit and rescue his younger self.

"Hmmm...I wonder should I go for flash or intimidation…... intimidation it is," he muttered under his breath.

Harry swept from the cockpit and made his way to change into the most intimidating outfit he had.


Privet Drive, Surrey, London 18:36 Local Time

If the residents of Privet Drive were in any way as good at observation as they were a gossiping, then they would have noticed the bright flash of light in the centre of the street, that materialized a figure, clad in all black with a sweeping black cloak, observing the area. From beneath a shadowed hood, two glowing green eyes peered out at a sight the figure wished he would never have had to see again. Harry gave an inaudible sigh and quickly strode towards number four, his cloak billowing out behind him, revealing the all black robes and metallic armour beneath.

He hasn't worn this outfit in years, centuries even, from his point of view. These were the robes he wore when he was a Dark Lord of the Sith. Darth Trax (don't ask) was a long forgotten dark lord, despite having a tomb on Korriban, a tomb that has never been discovered. He was legend amongst the sith.. Belatedly he realized that perhaps the Darth Sidious he had 'detained', had recognised him. Harry shrugged his shoulders and shook his head of those thoughts, he needed to concentrate on the here and now.

Harry passed through the wards around number four without batting an eyelid. A blood ward did not exist around the property, most likely due to the lack of any affection between his double and his relatives or because of this universe's Dumbledore's ineptness. He swept up the drive towards the door and knocked three times with a resounding boom. Muffled conversation reached his ears from within the house, surprisingly louder than the blaring television volume. He kept his expression neutral, despite the fact that no one could see his face, when the door opened to reveal a woman with definite horse like features.

The sneer on her face faltered when she took in his all black, robed form and glowing green eyes. She seemed to have an internal debate before plastering a cold look on her face and stating.

"What do you freaks want?"

Harry glared her into the ground, glowing eyes intensifying, before he spoke.

"Mrs. Dursley, I presume?" his voice deepened by a nifty charm he invented to alter the voice flawlessly.

She gave a shaky nod, "You presume correctly, what do you want?"

Not that she could see but he raised an eyebrow at her demand. Before he could answer, a booming voice he never wished to hear again, resounded from the living room.

"Who is at the door Pet? Tell them we don't want to buy anything?"

Before Petunia could utter a word, Harry spoke up.

"I am here for Harry Potter, show me to him," he barked out, his voice booming through the house.

Petunia jumped and showed him in without a sound or protest. Mind tricks worked so well against the feeble minded. He followed her into the living room, where he saw Vernon Dursley in all his walrus glory and Dudley, the baby whale. If anything they were fatter in this universe. Before any of the Dursleys could say anything Harry spoke up without thinking.

"My god, you have gotten fat!"

Vernon started to go a fine shade of puce and Petunia sputtered in shock. Dudley, of course, had a vacant look about his face, having no idea what was going on.

"You dare come in here freak and insult us no less. Your kind…"

Vernon didn't get to finish as Harry silenced him with a thought. Vernon made the mistake of jumping to his feet, a feat that Harry believes should be a category in the olympics given Vernon's size, and charged Harry. With a gesture, Vernon was slammed back into the couch, still silenced and stuck in place with a charm. Petunia screamed but was soon silenced and stuck to her spot by the door. Dudley was also stuck fast and silenced. Harry smirked victoriously and gave the room a once over. He had placed silencing charms over the house, no one will hear anything that takes place within.

Now it was time to find his double, the Harry of this universe. He swept from the room and made his way up the stairs. No doubt his double had heard the commotion and will be ready to hex first and ask questions later. This shall be amusing.

Reaching the same door that once trapped himself within the dreaded room, Harry halted and reached out with his senses. His double appeared to be prone on the bed within. He frowned at this. Quick as a flash, a crimson blade of plasma cut the door to pieces and Harry strode into the room. What he found within had even he, with the control gained by time and experience, sick up a little and want to brutally torture the Dursleys, which is what he plans to do now.

His double was strapped to his bed by his hands and feet, prone on his belly. He was naked apart from the blood stained cotton shorts he wore. The pale flesh of his back, shoulders, calves and thighs, was crisscrossed with raw red cuts, lacerations and welts. Everywhere else was black and blue from bruises on bruises. The cuts appeared infected too, which was confirmed by the trembling of his double's body and the sheen of sweat. His double was unconscious. Green eyes glowed furiously, bathing the room with a green glow before he could calm his anger.

He breathed in deeply and sighed it back out, calming himself. He immediately began running diagnostic charms to find out the state of his double's health. Five minutes later, he had his answers. Apart from the cuts and bruises, most of his bones were broken or fractured, he had internal bleeding which would soon cause trouble, an infection had set in from the open wounds and let's not forget about the starvation and dehydration. He was so malnourished that his bones were brittle and if he ever did manage to live past these injuries without intervention of a magical kind, he would be lucky to see his thirtieth birthday, his organs were too weak from malnutrition to last.

Harry immediately began to cast an array of healing spells and summoned potions and medicines from a pocket reality he used for bulk storage. He injected bacta and various healing agents into his double, to fight the infection and began to cast complex spells that would heal and align the broken bones. Harry contemplated giving his double a dose of an elixir of life but thought against that.

An hour later, he had his double in a healing sleep, the physical injuries fully healed and the infection eliminated but he could say nothing about the boy's mental health. Now he was pumping nutrient potions into his double's system. These particular potions would not be invented for another century or so, they not only fixed the problem of malnutrition but also accelerated growth to bring a malnourished individual up to their proper weight and height. In another hour, his double will be healthier than he ever was at that age, taller too.

He left his double to heal and made his way downstairs, rage boiling just beneath the surface. He entered the living room to find a purple faced Vernon, a pale Petunia and a confused Dudley. They stilled all movement when they noticed his return, flinching under the green glow of his eyes. Harry altered the charm on his hood, to reveal his mouth. He gave the Dursleys a malicious smirk, which promised pain and retribution. Harry sealed off the room and soon the screaming began but only he could hear it.

An hour later saw him sitting at the bedside of his younger self. He had enjoyed torturing Vernon and Petunia to death. Vernon, he flayed alive, Petunia earned several rounds of force lightning while he just snapped Dudley's neck, he will never lower himself to torture a child. A simple request to Death and the trio's souls will have one hell of a painful afterlife. He was pulled from his thoughts by his younger self coming too. Dull green eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the ceiling, brow furrowed with a frown. A hand groped for a pair of glasses, which Harry promptly handed over startling his double. Trembling hands tried to shift a shaking body away from Harry, eyes darting around the room in fear but also glancing at Harry's still form.

"I mean you no harm," Harry's soft voice flooded the room, he had removed the voice altering charm so as not to startle his double.

"Who..?" his younger self croaked out.

Harry turned towards the bedside table and picked up a phial containing a sky blue potion. He handed it to his younger self.

"Here, this will clear your throat and prevent any potential headache."

His younger self gave him a wary look but swallowed the potion, shock marring his features at the fruity taste of the potion.

"Why doesn't it taste like crap?" his younger self said in disbelief, earning a chuckle from Harry.

"I assume you are used to potions made by Snape?" at the affirmative nod he continued, "He purposely creates his potions so that they taste awful. A sort of petty revenge against all the students at Hogwarts."

His younger self frowned, shifting into a sitting position.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know Snape? And about Hogwarts?..."

Harry chuckled at the array of questions, earning a petulant glare from his younger self, which only made him laugh outright. Finally getting himself under control, he answered.

"Those are some very good questions. Whether or not you will be able to handle the answers is another question," he raised a hand to stop his younger self from protesting, "Perhaps showing you will lend some credibility to the answer to them."

With that, Harry lowered his hood, revealing his twenty five year old self. This earned a gasp from his younger self. Harry smiled at him.

"Yes, Harry. I am you, or are you me. That's a mind fuck right there," Harry mused, scratching his chin with a gloved hand, "Specifically, I am you from another universe. Let's say that I got lucky and ended up being given 'godhood' in a sense. Now, because the previous minor god, whose name I didn't care to remember, who managed this universe, fucked up big time. I was given the task of fixing his mistakes. So here I am."

His younger self just stared at him, mouth open. Harry snickered before closing his younger self's mouth for him. His younger self gave him an incredulous stare.

"You cannot be serious!"

"No, that was my godfather!" Harry said in all seriousness, earning a glare from his younger self.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes before the younger Harry spoke up, collapsing back onto the bed in exhaustion.

"So.. what are you going to do now?"

Harry hummed to himself, "Well first, we are going to sort out this name issue. We both cannot go by Harry or Potter. Seeing as this is your universe, it makes sense for myself to go by a different name. So….call me Trax, Hadrian Trax. Darth Hadrian Trax."

Hadrian gave a small bow, earning a laugh from Harry, but he frowned at the title though.

"Why are you called Darth? Star Wars is just a movie!"

Hadrian chuckled, "That was my reaction, until a guy with a lightsaber tried to, unsuccessfully, skewer me."

Harry's eyes were wide, "Star Wars is real!" he all but shouted.

"In a different universe, yes," was Hadrian's amused reply, "As for what we are going to do now. I intend to adopt you, I even have all the correct papers signed for both the muggle and wizard world."

Harry's eyes were wide, his voice small, "Really?.."

The hope that shone in Harry's eyes caused Hadrian's heart to tug. It was the same in every universe he went to were that universes Harry was badly abused, if he offered to adopt, they accepted outright. He never had it in him to back out or say no.

"Yes, get packed. We will be heading out soon," Hadrian said as he stood.

"What about the Dursleys?" Harry's voice was low.

Hadrian smiled innocently at him, "Unfortunately, they met an untimely demise. Fortunately, they signed the adoption papers beforehand. It is official."

Harry crossed his arms, "What did you do?"

"Me?" Hadrian innocently.

Harry glared.

"You don't want to know!" Hadrian said plainly.

Harry gave Hadrian a wary glance before getting up to start packing. Hadrian left the room to head downstairs. The living room looked as if nothing had happened. Hadrian strode to the centre of the room before sending off copies of the adoption papers to the correct authorities via his death powers. They would be filed by tomorrow morning. Hadrian strode to the cupboard under the stairs, opening it to remove Harry's magical belongings, his trunk and whatnot. Floating them up the stairs, he wondered where Hedwig was, he didn't see her cage in Harry's room.

Entering Harry's room, he noticed the boy had his belongings stacked on the bed, there wasn't much but he began piling the stuff into Harry's trunk. The boy just gaped at the wandless magic. With everything packed in the trunk, he shrunk it to the size of a matchbox before handing it to Harry.

"There you go, ready to leave?"

Harry nodded, before looking down in shock when he felt magic flow over his body. The hand me downs he wore, were shrunk to fit his body perfectly and repaired to the point that they appeared brand new. He gazed up at Hadrian. Hadrian placed his hand on Harry's shoulder ignoring the slight flinch the action brought.

"You will never have to wear ill fitting clothes again Harry. You will never want for anything."

Harry followed Hadrian out of the house that had been hell for the past twelve years, still slightly in shock. Hadrian stood in the centre of the street, Harry stood beside him.

"I think we will fix your eyesight first," Hadrian mused, sending a mental signal to his ship to beam them out.

"Ready?" Hadrian asked.

"Ready."

A bright flash of light signaled Hadrian and Harry's departure from Privet Drive. A small device, left behind by Hadrian, would go off early the next morning and burn number four to the ground.


The month of August passed by without any major incident. Harry was shocked at the level of care he got from Hadrian. They lived at a mansion that Hadrian had 'appropriated' from the previous owners. Hedwig had randomly showed up one morning, carrying a large amount of letters. In revenge for having to carry so many letters, she dropped the lot on Harry's head. She was wary of and confused by Hadrian at first, at least until he spoiled her rotten with high quality treats and bacon. After that they were duo were almost inseparable. The letters proved to be back log from Harry's friends, demanding to know where he was and who adopted him. Apparently the wizarding world was going ballistic over the news. Hadrian found the whole thing amusing.

Hadrian told Harry to send a letter saying that he was adopted by a bastard son of his grandfather, an uncle he never knew he had. It would explain away Hadrian's looks as he did not intend to wear a glamour throughout his stay in this universe. As for his location, Harry was told to tell his friends that he was under several wards that prevent him from being found, which was partly true. Hadrian was actually using his death powers to prevent Harry from being found by anything other than safe mail.

Hadrian had gathered everything Harry would need for Hogwarts from Diagon Alley, saving them having to actually go there. Harry couldn't complin much as Hadrian was teaching him some advanced magic, as well as tutoring him in potions. Once it came time for Harry to leave on the Hogwarts Express, both had a good uncle-nephew relationship going and Harry had learned a great deal of spells that should make his year at Hogwarts safer. The Patronus Charm was one such spell which proved useful, as dementors decided to attack the express in an attempt to find Sirius Black. Black had escaped from Azkaban around the time Harry being adopted became public knowledge. Strangely, Sirius Black's body was found a few days after the school term began, bisected vertically by a cauterized wound, with the dementors being withdrawn back to Azkaban by the ministry.

Years passed by, not much information was found out about Hadrian. Dumbledore persistently tried to get Hadrian to join the Order and was miffed by Hadrian's refusal, until his untimely death during Harry's seventh year. Voldemort eventually regained a body, much later than in Hadrian's universe, but Hadrian had prevented the tri wizard tournament from going ahead in this one, saving Harry from having to face the Dark Tosser.

Over the years, Voldemort had tried to hunt down both Hadrian and Harry, failing at every turn. Not to mention the random and often hilariously outrageous deaths that had befallen his various Death Eaters. Malfoy, for example, had died by falling on a muggle landmine. No one knows how a landmine found it's way onto the Malfoy property, only that the result was very messy indeed.

Azkaban had been mysteriously destroyed during Harry's fourth year, shocking many wizard and witches as the whole event was recorded on monitoring charms. Gold streaks of light rained from a perfectly clear sky, only to blow the ancient fortress to smithereens, with many Death Eaters still within.

Voldemort, down all his Death Eaters, fell at the end of Harry's seventh year. Apparently Dementors have feelings and pissing them off is not a great way to endear yourself to them. Turns out that a dementor can only suck out complete souls and that a dementor's kiss will pull soul fragments, no matter how far or what protections are in place, back to the original soul. Voldemort's lifeless body was found during a raid at Riddle Manor. Dementors, apparently, aren't from this dimension and returned to their own shortly after performing the deed. Who knew!

Hadrian had spent most of the time dealing with little things about this universe, pushing events in the right direction from afar. Or in the case of the wizarding world, wiping out the Dork Lord and his followers. Hadrian was having oh so much fun on the side. Who knew that Diagon Alley looked fantastic when painted in neon pink, yellow and sky blue. Dragons, it seems, have a fondness for jazz music. Centaurs quite enjoyed alcohol and singing. House elves were apparently quite sophisticated when in private. They act the way they do around wizards for their own amusement.

Hadrian helped Harry in any way he could. Much of the mental issues from the abuse by the Dursleys was dealt with by Harry's fifth year. Hadrian loved Harry like a son. But Harry still liked to surprise him from time to time, much to his chagrin. Apparently Harry batted for the other team but Hadrian didn't find that out until he walked in on something he wished he hadn't.

~flashback~

One sunny summer afternoon, a few weeks before Harry's sixteenth birthday, Hadrian had just arrived home from setting up an event that hopefully will lead the muggles to the space age by the turn of the next century, as per planned. He strolled through the entrance hall of the manor, intent on throwing himself down on the couch and watching some crappy daytime tv. Hey, even godly beings need a break from time to time.

He glided through the open door to the living room not looking at anything until noises caught his attention. He looked at the couch he intended to lay on and did a double take, eyes wide with disbelief. He just never expected to see what he was seeing.

There was Harry….sitting in Ron Weasley's lap…..snogging the other guy senseless….sans clothing.

Hadrian slowly backed out of the room, making it beyond the door just as the heated kiss turned into something more, if the noises were anything to go by. Blinking, Hadrian decided to head to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

There he found Neville, Hermione and Luna getting it on. Who knew that Neville liked to be tied up. Hadrian certainly didn't. Giving up,Hadrian travelled to his ship to contact Death, only to have Death laugh at him. He pouted, Death laughed some more.

~End~

Once Hadrian returned to his senses, he teased Harry, Ron and the others non stop, and much to his amusement they blushed every time. Ron and Harry became the finest aurors in the DMLE after Hogwarts. Shortly after Harry's twenty fifth birthday, they both married. Apparently Hermione and Ginny forced them to.

Hadrian had been artificially aging himself for all his time in this universe to keep up appearances. Only Harry knew his true identity. Hadrian knew that he would eventually have to move on to the next big problem in this universe but he promised Harry that he would keep in touch.


The next big problem turned out to be, in Hadrian's opinion, quite an annoying and exasperating one. Vampires! Vampires and not the creature of the night, dissolve in the sun, garlic hating, fangy kind. No. Not them.

Sparkly! That is the only word to describe them properly. Sparkly abominations, as the Mad Eye Moody of this universe called them.

Broody! That's another word to describe them. They are always sulking or looking forlornly at something, in shady corners. No class, no elegance, no sophistication.

Unless they a ripping humans apart in a bloodthirsty fashion. How wasteful that is. All down to the lack of fangs.

Hadrian sicks up a little everytime he thinks of them. He has encountered many varieties of vampires in his time, but never has he encounter such brutes as these. You would think that an apex predator that hunts a sentient prey would be designed and capable of cleanly and silently getting what they need, no mess or fuss. Having a sentient race like humans being ripped apart is not conductive to a species that needs to survive off them, as humans tend to lash out at threats to their existence.

Hadrian decided, then and there, the first time he encountered one of these….things, that he would exterminate the lot of them. So, as of the 25th of July, 2005, Hadrian began to hunt these abominations down.

BREAKING NEWS

People in Italy are in panic today, as an 6.2 magnitude earthquake shakes the Tuscany region, at 2100 hours local time.

Power and gas lines are reported out across the region with buildings down in Florence and Pisa. Hundreds are injured and no deaths have been reported, although casualties are expected.

The epicenter of the quake was triangulated by seismologists and all evidence points to the town of Volterra being right at the centre. The town itself has been completely leveled and fires rage across the ruins. Casualty reports are expected within the hour.

Eyewitnesses report seeing, 'flashes of golden light or orbs of lights, falling from the sky' and striking the town. This has not been officially confirmed as of yet.

Stay tuned for more details.

Hadrian, Harry and Ron, sat around watching the news broadcast. Ron had been clued in to Hadrian's identity on his and Harry's wedding day. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. It was even weirder when Hadrian assumed his 25 year old form, looking practically identical to Harry.

Now Ron and Harry were looking at Hadrian like he had lost the remainder of his limited supply of marbles, as he was cackling maniacally during the breaking news segment.

Harry cleared his throat, "Anything you wish to tell us?"

Hadrian wiped tears from his eyes, looked straight at Harry, and deadpanned,

"I wonder, did the Volturi like my present?"

"But, you caused an earthquake?" was Harry's exasperated response.

Hadrian became serious, "Yes. An unfortunate side effect I assure you. But I had to act quickly to wipe out the majority of the vampires while I had the chance. There was a meeting between five of the world's largest covens with the Volturi, ninety percent of the vampire population, all now gone for good. I had to act or the opportunity would have been missed."

Harry and Ron's eyebrows had risen the whole way to their hairlines during Hadrian's ramblings. Being Aurors, they knew the threat the vampires posed the wizarding world. To have ninety percent of them wiped out in a single attack, it made their life a whole lot easier.

"So the Volturi are gone?" Ron asked.

Hadrian smirked, "Indeed."

Ron just gave Harry a look and through silent agreement both retired to bed but not before Hadrian could call out to remind them to use silencing charms. Hadrian's maniacal cackling followed the two blushing men up the stairs.

A few weeks later, following one hell of a party for Harry's twenty fifth birthday, Hadrian was aboard his ship running a scan on the whole planet in an attempt to find the remaining vampires. Between the destruction of Volterra and now, Hadrian had hunted down and eliminated a grand total of forty six vampires. He knew for sure that there were at least a few dozen remaining, fifty at the most, and he had to cut them off before they begin to turn more people.

"Success!" Hadrian bellows out to no one in particular.

The sensors recorded three major 'pings', indicating the location of a group of vampires. Two were located in North America, Alaska and Washington respectively. The other was located in Brazil, within the heart of the Amazon rainforest. Hadrian grinned toothily at the display. He had vampires to hunt.

An hour later, Harry's ship hovered over the canopy of trees that made up the Amazon. He was busy running a sensor sweep to identify the number of vampires in the vicinity. Finding them clustered together within huts built within the branches of the trees, he cackled and launched a swarm of drones towards the target. Five minutes later and the vampire coven was destroyed. Two more groups remaining.

The coven in Alaska endured the same fate as the coven in Brazil. Hadrian's sensors and his own senses, were now telling him that the last remaining vampires in the world were located in Washington, near a town called Forks.

"Huh, Forks. Who names a town after cutlery, honestly? Well…..to each his own, I suppose," Hadrian mused to himself.

He guided his ship until it was hovering a hundred metres above the target location. Sixteen vampires and one human were detected within the house nestled within the woods. Hadrian was surprised at the post-modern style the house boasted. The vampire dwellings he had dealt with up until now were generally from of a much older time period, castles and manor houses mostly. He mulled over various ways he could do this. 'This' being the end of the vampires for good. Decision made, he prepared to confront these vampires, mostly because he was curious as to why there was a human amongst them and not being used as dinner.


"So none of you know what is actually going on?" Carlisle Cullen addressed the assembled group of vampires.

The Egyptian, Romanian and Irish covens had arrived a few days go, baring grave news and with unanswered questions. Carlisle was at his wits end, and that's saying something for the usually calm and collected vampire. He had no idea what was truly going on, just that the Volturi had been wiped out a few weeks ago and now he has news that vampires and entire covens have been disappearing left, right and centre, presumed destroyed.

The usually rambunctious Romanians were solemn and contemplative, which surprised Carlisle greatly, as the duo usually had witty jokes and puns ready for any scenario. The fact they weren't cracking any jokes was concerning.

Amun, leader of the Egyptian coven, had bore news that some of the smaller covens in Egypt and the middle east had all but disappeared.

Siobhán of the Irish Coven had reported that she had lost contact with two of the other, major irish covens and had immediately left with her coven to warn others.

"Alas, Carlisle, by the time we realized that something was happening, we were already traveling to warn you," Amun stated.

"A spy of ours reported the same thing that the human news is reporting. Golden orbs flying through the sky and destroying Volterra. The same has been reported elsewhere. We are completely in the dark," Vladimir offered up.

Carlisle sighed, a very human gesture and wondered, not for the first time, if it was possible for a vampire to get a migraine, because his head certainly felt like it was about to explode. He surveyed the room, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, noticing Edward leaving to answer a phone call and his eyes landed on Alice.

"Alice, are you still not seeing anything?" he asked, begged almost.

She shook her head in a negative, "No, nothing. Whatever is blocking my visions is still going strong."

The usually bubbly Alice was incredibly subdued and cuddled into Jasper's side.

Suddenly, every vampire in the room, to the confusion of Bella Swan, straightened, stilled and looked towards where Edward had set off to answer his phone. Edward tore into the room, stopping before Carlisle his eyes belying his emotions.

"You all heard that?," Edward's voice was strained.

"What?," Bella asked, even as all the vampire in the room nodded the affirmative.

Carlisle turned to Bella, "Edward was just talking on the phone to Tanya from the Denali coven. Partway through, she paused speaking and loud explosions could be heard from her end. The phone call ended abruptly, shortly after."

"The Denali's are gone?" Esme asked with a gasp.

Edward nodded solemnly, "We can only assume."

A sudden, dark chuckle had every vampire in the room stiffen. Darkness filled the room and the vampires found they couldn't see or smell anything. Their hearing was reduced to human levels also. Carlisle paled as he heard several screams and saw muted flashes of red in his blinded peripheral vision. If he were still human, his heart would be hammering within his chest at this moment.

The darkness dissipated as fast as it had appeared. A scene like a bad horror movie greeted Carlisle. The three visiting covens had been torn to pieces, literally, the wounds cauterized. But that was secondary to Carlisle's attention.

A dark figure, dressed in all black, with glowing green orbs were the eyes should have been, stood stock still at the opposite end of the room to the Cullens. Somehow Bella Swan had ended up behind them, Carlisle cannot recall her moving position. A dark and foreboding presence filled the entire room. The being, Carlisle could not tell what this creature was, was staring straight at him. If he were human he would have been trembling with fear.

The being stared at the Cullens for a few minutes before tilting it's head in a considering gesture. The being spoke, it's voice booming around the room, causing the only human present to jump.

"Fascinating. You are different to the others."

Carlisle's eyebrow rose at the implications to that statement. Unfortunately, his coven, including his mate, did not seem to pick up the underlying message and context. Carlisle would have facepalmed, if he were not above such things, when Edward spoke out.

"Who are you? What are you? How did you get here? What do you mean different and to whom?" Edward ranting like a whiny teenager.

Carlisle assumed the beings eyebrows must be raised about now, if the being even has eyebrows, at the impertinence of Edward.

"Arrogance," the being mused, "Your impertinence amuses me, child."

Carlisle fought a smile at the look of outrage on Edward's face and the incredulousness of the situation. Before Edward could retort, the being continued on.

"You are an aberration, abominations. You should not exist, yet you do. If I had not acted, the human race would have been extinct by the end of the century. Yet, you are different. You do not prey on humans. But what to do with you?" the being mused to himself.

Everyone present was silent for a few moments before Carlisle, his curiosity winning, spoke up.

"What are you going to do?" Carlisle was resigned to the fact that this being was more powerful that anyone he has ever encountered and that any decision this being makes will happen, no matter his or anyone else's input.

The being stared Carlisle down. Carlisle felt as the being invaded his mind, every memory was brought up, analysed and considered. All this happened in the space of a few minutes. The being hummed as it thought. Carlisle released an unneeded breath. Edward was staring at the being in shock and awe, he had seen everything the being at looked at in Carlisle's mind.

Finally the being spoke, "This is what will happen…"


"That was irritating."

Death looked up at his unexpected visitor. Harry stood there in all his glory, looking annoyed.

"What was annoying?" Death asked.

Harry sighed and took a seat, "I managed to get that universe into some semblance of order. It is nowhere near fixed but I need to observe it for a century and see how it pans out. I'm taking a break for now."

Death raised an amused eyebrow at Harry. Harry sighed again and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.


That is another chapter done, a bit of pain to write.

Notice: Those waiting for an update for 'A God Among Us?' will have to wait. My grandfather passed away and I am in no way capable of continuing to write.