Chapter 15 – Random Revelations And Garry Is Not His Real Name

A/N:

Oni: Holy Moly this took a while! Sorry for the long wait you guys!

Garry: We honestly thought you died.

Oni: That's what they said about your dad.

Garry: Gah! Ssssh! Let them figured that out themselves in the chapter.

Harry: Haha spoiler alert.

Oni: ANYWAYS as you can see, this is when the story REALLY starts to deviate from the normal Ib storyline as the two worlds meld.

Harry: Speaking of that, who's doing the disclaimer?

Sebastian: Heh heh heh.

Garry: Oh dear God, Merlin, and Sauron why are you here so early in the story?

Harry: Who the bloody hell are you and why do you look like Sna- mmph!

Oni: Nothing to see here~

Sebastian: Nothing at all~

Sebastian: Anyways, Oni here does on own the Harry Potter franchise or the story, that's all J.K Rowling. She also does not own the Ib game, that's all Kouri. She ALSO doesn't own most of the first ten chapters, that's all the work of the brilliant Lindsey! However, some tidbits here and there and everything afterwards, including Garry's background, is Oni's.

Garry and Harry: You two are messed up.

Oni and Sebastian: What have we done?

Garry: Oogh…

Harry: Gah…

Oni: ANYways…

Sebastian: On with the story!

"A Horror-crux? No, I don't believe I've ever heard of that…" Garry replied, perplexed at what the deceased (or apparently not, as Garry himself was alive, and was technically talking to himself, and honestly WHAT on Earth has he gotten himself into?) painter in front of him was trying to get at.

"HOR-cruxes," Weiss proclaimed with no little pride in his voice, "are what truly give a Dark Wizard the title of a Dark Lord. Every single decent one has at least tried to make one. It's the sign of a truly EVIL and HARDWORKING evil genius! And I alone still stand as the only Dark Lord to make THE MOST horcruxes-"

"So… it's bragging rights… I get that… What does it do?" Weiss's visible eye twitched before glowing a dull red.

"Well simply put, it makes you immortal. Since a Horcrux is actually a shard of your soul, as long as the soul is anchored to an object or a person any death would just make you a wraith. You can't die, however, you CAN slowly go insane and just become wraith as well if you make too many…"

"Which you did….?" Garry asked, before internally giggling as Weiss's now purple eye's twitch frequency got much faster.

"Of course! However, one thing prevented me from becoming wraith, and just aimlessly wandering the world without a body. And THAT thing is my greatest accomplishment!" Weiss beamed proudly at Garry, his orange eye glittering with pride.

"Your paintings?" Garry asked and inwardly cackled at the now bright pink eye that was twitching at a speed that must have been extremely PAINFUL, while a strange strangled sound came from the back of Guertena's throat. 'Oh man this guy is just TOO easy to wind up like one of those music boxes that dad obsesses over…' the purple haired teen thought internally as he watched his previous incarnation quake in silent annoyance.

"No… it's… you…" Weiss managed to croak out, his green eye looked seemed to be having some sort of epileptic seizure. Garry feigned a surprised expression, but Weiss had already caught on to his horcrux's game.

"Oh no you don't! You KNEW it was…. Oh well. And yes, YOU were my greatest accomplishment!" Weiss's eye had ceased its twitching and was a calm grey. Garry huffed before getting an idea.

"Oh really? Your greatest accomplishment? Do tell." The teen said out loud before internally chanting 'Evil villain monologue, please be an evil villain monologue'.

"Ah, yes, that idea was truly my best! You see when I had made my paintings I had placed a piece of my soul into each and every one of them! Naturally, I placed one entire shard into little Mary, while I sent a quarter of my soul through time and space in order to reincarnate myself. My linage only carried squibs until YOU came along, and now that you are here, I can take back the title of Dark Lord from that sociopathic idiot! You, my greatest accomplishment, are the one Horcrux to rule them all-"

"Sooo, does that make you Sauron?" Garry asked. Weiss's yellow eye started its twitching again before Garry realized something.

"A part of you in me… why didn't you appear in my mind before the Gallery then?" Guertena laughed at this.

"I've always been here, you just called me something different." Garry looked at Weiss perplexed.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you've become stupid on me!" Weiss drawled. Garry's eyes widened at the phrase.

"You! You're my Inner Psychopath!" The teen shouted pointing accusingly at Guertena. Weiss only laughed again.

"Yes, but I'd rather take a psychopathic Dark Lord than the current sociopathic excuse we have at the moment."

"Sociopathic… oh. You're talking about the Dark Lord Voldemort of England… right? I thought he was done over by a baby." Weiss nodded.

"I thought so to, except that there is a Childe of Riddle in the Gallery at the moment. Like you and the other paintings are each a Childe of Guertena, the Childe of Riddle holds a piece of Voldemort's soul within him, the Gallery can sense it."

"But there's no one who could have even been near him! You'd have to have come from Eng..land… oh no…" Garry whispered the last two words as the answer dawned on him with frightening clarity. Weiss merely chuckled.

"Do you not remember the name of the child that the defeated the oh so grand Dark Lord?" Weiss asked his reincarnation with a smirk.

Garry felt like he was slapped in the face, literally, and suddenly everything turned white.

Harry stared at his hand like it was infected. Then he looked at Garry. Then he looked back at his hand. Then back at Garry.

"Garry?" Harry asked, his voice trembling. Garry's face was completely blank of emotion, before blinking once, twice. He then looked up at his raven haired friend.

"Harry, Harry Potter…" he whispered, his eye widening, "How did I not see this before? It was so OBVI- oh hello Harry." Garry stood up and looked down at the younger boy, "Did I worry you?" Harry barely caught what Garry had said, as he was too relieved to see his friend to think about any crazy murmuring that could have just been more of a Doll-Induced trance. Bright killing curse green eyes threatened to bowl over with tears.

"Garry…" with that, Harry launched himself at Garry, but because of his short stature and Garry's tall stature, the boy ended up hugging/head-butting the purple haired teen in the stomach.

"Whoa! H-Harry?!" Garry exclaimed as he stood rigid, trying not to fall back, "…" He stood there for a little while with his mouth agape, trying to comprehend what on Earth was going on. 'First I find out my inner psychopath is actually Weiss Guertena, and now I find out that my new friend is the Boy-Who-Lived. Oh, joy.' He thought wryly to himself.

"I-I thought you were obliv-mind wiped…" Harry mumbled into Garry's shirt. Garry gave a little sigh and reached his arm around to mess up Harry's hair.

"…..My, well….. I'm not completely sure what happened, but you must have been worried. Sorry about that… Harry…" The raven haired boy did not say a word, he only hugged the teen closer.

Garry however, realized that there was another member in the room. He turned his head toward Mary, who had a lonely, longing look in her eyes. Garry carefully lifted an arm and held it welcomingly to her.

Mary's eyes widened before she sprinted towards them, arms wide. They stayed in a group hug for what seemed like an eternity, something the painting wished desperately for it to be. Because with that one gesture, Garry had firmly secured himself in Mary's heart, right next to Harry. She wouldn't take his life away, there had to be a way for all of them to get out together. And then nobody would have to suffer, and then they could all live happily ever after eating sweets and playing in the snow and talking and laughing with each other, just like her storybooks said. She would have her family. Mary let a contented smile creep onto her face, a look that Garry noticed, and internally sighed in relief in.

The three of them stood outside the Doll Room, having broken out of their hug and were trying to figure out their next plan of action.

"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I have procured some interesting information while in the Crazy Coma, so I think we should pool in everything we know right now, and figure out what to do next. " Garry stated. Mary tensed at his words. Garry turned to Harry and she assumed the worst, he was going to tell Harry that she was a painting! Before she could stop him, Garry spoke.

"Harry, Mary is one of Guertena's Paintings. She was the last one he ever made." He turned to Mary next, who looked like she was about to cry, "Mary, I know you're a painting, but I don't care. You have been nothing but helpful throughout the Gallery, and will get all three of us out of here. Together." Harry's head snapped to Mary. 'A painting? She's a painting?!' he thought scared before he saw the fear in her eyes when she looked at him. His shoulders slumped. 'It must have been really lonely for her in here… no one to talk to or anything…' he gave Mary a weak smile and a nod, to which she smiled wide and hugged the both of them. They pulled away and Garry cleared his throat.

"Now, onto other revelations…" He turned to Harry again.

"Harry…" the young teen in question looked up expectantly at Garry's… green... eyes. 'What's up with his eyes? Wait, could he be…?' Harry's mind whirled while the older teen continued.

"I'm a wizard, Harry, and I know you are as well." Harry gaped at Garry. He knew? How? The scar?

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived huh? That must suck." The younger teen's head snapped up at Garry.

"Why do you say that? Most people are jealous of that sort of thing, being famous and whatnot." Harry grumbled, but Garry shook his head.

"Just a hunch, I saw the way your eyes darkened at the mention of your title." Turning to see both children, he said, "I think that proper introductions are in order, we've put it off for too long." Mary bit her lip.

"What's a full name?" Garry looked at her in confusion before chuckling.

"A full name includes your first name, your middle name, and your last name, or family name." It was now Mary's turn to stare at him perplexed before she firmly stated.

"That sounds silly! Who would want to have THREE names?" That got the two boys laughing so hard that they were rolling on the floor.

"Oh Merlin, I can't breathe!" Harry gasped out from the ground. It took them a whole ten minutes to gain their composure, brushing themselves off when they stood up, still shaking with silent laughter.

"I think, Mary, that you would just be Mary Guertena, with no middle name. Since Weiss Guertena made you, I can only assume you can him your father?" She nodded. "Then yes, that would be your full name." Mary's smile grew wider.

"Okay then!" she giggled before holding both her hands out in greeting like her books told her to. "Hi, I'm Mary Guertena! Nice to meet you!" Both boys chuckled and shook her hands. Harry cleared his throat, mimicking Garry.

"I guess I'm next. I'm Harry James Potter, nice to introduce that without any hero worship or hating glares for once." Then the two younger children turned to Garry, whose eye color flickered between colors.

"My full name is Pictorus Regulus Black. Please, for the love of God just call me Garry, okay?" They just stared at him, mouths agape.

"Your real name is… Pictorus?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh at the expense of his friend.

"Yes…" Garry said grudgingly. "Some old Black family tradition says something about naming their children after the stars. Pictorus is the Painter."

"Huh, sounds funny, but it fits, I guess…"

"Please, don't call me Pictorus, just call me Garry." Harry raised his arms in an innocent manner.

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Good." Garry gave Harry a mock glare, before giving the younger teen a smile. Harry gave a cheeky grin back, but then sobered up.

"Hey Garry, if you're a wizard, where is your wand?"

Garry grimaced and pulled out his lighter.

"I usually keep my wand hidden in plain sight. Because students at my school are trained in wandless magic, I can change it back and forth to my will. But the Gallery seems to be sapping my powers away, like a black hole for magic. According to the Inheritance Notice I got from the Goblins, I have to claim the Gallery for it to stop being so…eugh. However, I have no idea how to even go about such a thing…"

"Oh, OH! I know! Garry, that means you're the new Painter! YAAAAY! That means you can free us! Wait here, I know what I need to get!" Mary squealed out, before she took off. "Find me in the Sketchbook, I've got JUST the thing!"

Both males just blinked as she left.

"Well… that was… unexpected…" Garry said. Harry however, was pondering Garry's previous words.

"Inheritances? When do you get those?" Garry blinked.

"Inheritances from Elderblood Wizarding families usually become known when a Magician becomes sixteen years of age. It could be vaults, land, titles, etc… Sometimes you could claim it early, if you know that you are an heir, but usually one would wait until they are sixteen." At Harry's deer-in-the-headlights look, Garry kneeled down and put his hands on the younger boy's shoulders. "…Harry, you live with Normals, don't you?"

"Normals? You mean Muggles?" The purple haired teen bit his lip.

"Yes, but don't call them that, it's rather derogatory." Harry tilted his head, a confused look on his face.

"Dee-rah-gah-toh-ree? What does that mean?"

"Derogatory means demeaning and, ah, I suppose put downish. Like is someone called a Magician a Freak…" Harry tensed at that, something Garry noticed. The purple haired teen narrowed his eyes.

"Harry… your relatives… they don't treat you very nice, do they?" The raven haired teen looked away. Garry sighed softly, but kept his gaze on the younger child, "…You don't have to talk about it right now…" Harry looked up to him, grateful, before he realized something.

"We should probably walk to where Mary is, she's probably waiting for us…"

"You're right, I think she went this way…"

They started walking towards the door leading to the room upstairs. While they did, Garry cleared his throat.

"Anyway, it's just not nice to say… do all British Magicians talk like that? It's like you didn't know that the world was derogatory…" Harry nodded at that.

"Yeah, all wizards call Normals 'Muggles'. I've never heard of someone calling a non-magical a 'Normal' before, it makes me wonder what other differences there are…"

"Well, tell me some of your British Magician jargon and I'll see if there's a translation. That's the easiest why, I suppose."

"Okay… wait. Magician?"

"Magician. Magical people. Wizard is male and Witch is female, but some aren't comfortable with that, so many go with the universal Magician."

"Huh, that's really cool actually."

"I guess, I mean, I know a bit of British Magical jargon because of my father, who was an Elderblood from England. He fled during the War there, before you did Voldemort over. He went to the Magical School there. Hogwarts, I think was the name."

"Wow, you're dad went to Hogwarts? Why is he here?"

"I don't really know, but I think he made a really bad choice during the War, and he faked his death and came here. When he arrived, I was already a year old."

"Huh, interesting. Hey, what's an Elderblood? You keep mentioning it…"

"An Elderblood is a Magician from an Elder line, who never married outside of an Elder line. This inbreeding isn't very healthy when done in-country, and from what I heard it was the Elderbloods who followed your British Voldemort. Actually, I think you British Magicians call them 'Purebloods' which, no offense, is rather stupid since purity has nothing to do with blood."

"Oh… Hey, does that mean you're a Pur- an Elderblood Garry?" The older teen shook his head.

"No, I am Mixed Blood, or a Half-Blood according to British terminology. My mother is a Normal."

"Ah, my mum was apparently a Muggleborn, but my dad's a Pur-Elderblood" Harry had learnt that from Neville, who had indulged him the information when they were planting Mandrakes during second year. Needless to say, Harry was intrigued by that fact.

"Muggleborn? Oh, first generations, or Newbies if you're looking for the slang term."

"Huh, 'Newbies' sounds much nicer than Muggleborn, though I think Hermione would prefer to be called a First Generation."

"Hermione? A friend of yours?"

"Yeah, Me, Hermione, and Ron-"

"Hermione, Ron, and I."

"Right. Hermione, Ron, and I are a trio of friends after we battled a troll in first year. Almost dying really does help people get close, you know."

"Yes, indeed. Look at us. So how did you defeat the troll? What about the other students?" Garry asked curiously.

"We knocked it out with its own club. The other students were hiding, I mean a TROLL just attacked the school!"

"You mean it wasn't part of your training?"

"Training? Are you saying you American Wizards fight TROLLS in your first year?!"

"…Yes? It's part of our Self Defense Class. Trolls are stupid creatures that can be easily taken out by eleven year olds, as you can see by your own first year, so we usually are put into groups and told how to knock it out."

"Wow… American Wizarding Schools are so different from Hogwarts."

"I suppose it might have to do with the society around the school. From what I've heard, Magical Briton is still stuck in the Victorian Ages."

"Yeah, they are. So America is different?"

"Very. You British Magicians separate yourselves from the Normal World right?"

"Yeah, since 'Normals' should know about us…"

"No offense, but that's the dumbest reason I ever heard. Hell, why do you think I call myself Garry? How strange would it be to introduce yourself in a café as 'Pictorus'? The magical and normal world blend in rather well, I don't see how they can't…"

"What's normal about wearing robes in the middle of London." Garry abruptly stopped in his tracks and looked at his companion in incredulity.

"You… robes… oh my God…" He stammered out, before bursting into laughter. "That's so ridiculous! I mean Mage Wear I can understand, but you guys still wear ROBES everywhere?"

"…Mage Wear?" Garry blinked.

"Oh right, British. Mage Wear is like a mix between normal and magical wear. They more so look stylized coats than anything else, allowing for movement. SERIOUSLY, how does one even fight in a robe?" Harry thought back to his second year and the Dueling Club with Lockhart, and how ridiculous he looked tripping over the hems of his robes.

"Huh, good point."

They walked a few more steps before their path was blocked by a headless statue, facing yet another set of stairs.

"Looks like these stairs go down. Alright, Harry, step back." Garry said as he dramatically rolled up his sleeves. Harry himself stepped back away from the statue.

"Of course, Mr. Black." He joked as he mockingly bowed at Garry, who groaned. The purple haired teen put his hands on the red-dressed statue and pushed it out of the way.

"Oogh…..!" He stood there, and let out a breath, "Whew… Just how many statues have I pushed today…?" Harry shrugged in reply.

"Beats me."

"Oh, well. Let's go!" Garry softly cheered, which made Harry grin.

"Off to meet up with Mary!"

And so with that, the two of them descended down the stairs.

OMAKE : Garry and his Inner Psychopath aka Dialogue Is The Most Hilarious Way To Phrase An Omake

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Oh come on, don't tell me you've become stupid on me! I would not have suggested it if it was.

"Oh, good… WAIT A MINUTE."

"Garry, bro, are you talking to yourself?"

"What's wrong with that?"

What, indeed.

"You do it all the time!"

"Don't tell me you're talking to HIM again!"

I'm flattered that he can't even say my name.

"We don't even KNOW your name!"

…

"Gar, I think I know my name."

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"…"

Listen to your brother, Sebastian. Listen to me.

"He can't even HEAR you!"

"Yeah, but I can guess."

"How…?"

"Gar-bear, being around you for so long, I can guess what your Inner Psychopath is saying. I'm surprised that you haven't named him yet."

I have a name you pathetic excuse for a-

"I know you're going to insult me so shut up before I punch Garry in the face."

"Hey!"

"Nothing against you, but the last time we listened to Inner Psychopath, we ended up in prison."

It was a miscalculation and I got both of you out of there, didn't I?

"I have to agree with him, Seb, he did get us out of there."

"I still have 'Alleged Arson on a Lamborghini' on my record after that."

It wasn't even part of the plan. How does one even ACCIDENTALLY set a car on fire?

"Pure skill."

"Pure madness."

"Hey! Gar, that's mean!"

"But very true. Besides, setting a car on fire isn't even the worst thing on your record."

"But the other stuff was WAY more fun!"

We are getting off topic! Quick! The guard is coming closer!

"I still don't like this idea."

"None of us like his ideas."

Why am I stuck in this vain child's brain? Why did I even bother to do this? This was a horrible idea.

"Aaaand now you know how we feel about you!"

"Hold on, where did the guard go?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm right here."

Congradulations, you failed.

"Hi Bob, nice to see you again."

"You two will be getting the usual cell, might as well just walk in now."

"Garry, on three, run. Onetwothree!"

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

You see, your brother is smart.

"You mean INSANE!"

"I heard that!"

"Did you just throw a BOMB?!"

"Yeah? So what?"

"We have no way of getting out of the building!"

"OH SHI-"

BOOM

A/N:

Oni: I know that the writing is getting more strange and insane, so if you don't like it, tell me so.

Oni: Also, everyone who caught on who Garry' father is gets a virtual cookie, and tell me in the reviews what you think a certain dog's reaction would be! Remember to review! I love reading it and it's only because of me re-reading them that motivates me to finish these chapters! (Writer's Block is a dick.)

Oni: That's all for now, my pretties!