Here it is, the wrap up.


Sleep had never come easily to Harry Potter. In fact, it usually found him trapped within the ravings of his own mind, consumed by his own ever conflicting thoughts. Tonight though, tonight was different.

As the young male made his way through the corridors of sleep, he found himself at peace for the first time in a long time. Stepping through one final doorway, he came up short as his gaze fell upon a strange sight.

Within the room, there stood five large pedestals. One in the center, and four arranged in a diamond shape around it. Upon each pedestal there rested an oversized chessboard, all five boards holding four teams in place of the traditional two.

"So, you've found me at long last." A tired wispy voice came from the far corner of the room as a hooded figure stepped from the shadows. "I've long awaited this moment, young Harry Potter. The moment when reality would collapse once again."

Adopting a guarded stance, Harry let his eyes roam the figure. 'Feminine speech, hunched posture, carries herself like I do, she's seen too much, voice suggests she's rather wizened at the very least, and at the most, very old.'

"Who are you?" Instead of a response, the hooded figure straightened slightly to permit her cloak to fall properly over her form. As the black material clung to her body, Harry got a good look at the curves that were concealed beneath. Full breasts, shapely hourglass figure, and judging by her build, a plump rear.

"It is easier to show you." As she reached for her hood, the woman's hands came into view, and Harry immediately wished they hadn't. Skelatal and black, burned and twisted flesh in plain view as it clung desperately to charred bone. With a glance down at his own hands, Harry bit his lip before glancing back up right as the hood lowered.

If the hands hadn't been warning enough, the woman's face certainly was. Her face was a rotting mess, eyes sunken back into her head, cheeks hollow and gaunt with holes throughout, thin ribbons of muscle and flesh the only bits of meat upon her head as they clung with desperation to the charred and rotting skull beneath. Opening her lipless mouth, she spoke again in that wispy voice, her sunken eyes glowing the same eerie green as those of the boy she spoke to.

"I am the last enemy."

"You're death."

"Yes." Moving towards the central pedestal, the avatar of life's end reached out one of her rotting hands to indicate the chessboard. "Reality has begun to unravel. Creation itself undone. Apophis awakens once again. And this time, my father will not be able to fight him back. Apep shall consume all that is, and Chaos shall spread unchecked."

Harry listened closely, something in the back of his mind clicking when she mentioned her father. "You speak of Apophis, the leviathan of destruction, and your father battling him in the past. Who is your father?" Of course, he knew there was only one logical answer, but, he wanted to hear it from her.

"Few among mankind remember him. To the Egyptians, he was known as Ra, and later, Amun-Ra. To the Greeks, he was known as Ouranus, and to the Romans, he was Caelus." Taking one of the white pawns from the chessboard, Death twirled it between her skeletal hands seemingly absentmindedly.

"You're the reflection of Hathor aren't you? You're the "Mistress of the West." Fighting the urge to swallow as Death fixed her sunken gaze on him once more, Harry moved closer. "It's the only thing that makes sense." Lips curling into a confidant sneer, he reached out and took the black bishop from the central board.

"Yes. You're smarter than most, and perhaps more patient. You've yet to ask me what this is all about." Moving around the board to stand in front of the raven haired youth, Death extended a hand, dragging two rotting fingers down the young man's cheek, her mummified lips curling in a smile.

"You're about to tell me. So there's no point." Unlike most in his situation, Harry felt no need to turn away from the touch of Death. She was darkness embodied, and in her own horrible way, she was beautiful. 'I've officially lost my marbles.'

Giving a strangely feminine giggle, Death slipped her arms around the neck of her new favorite mortal. "Oh, if only we had more time. But as it is, we are on borrowed time. My father's grandfather has stemmed the flow of time long enough for me to impart what you must know. But no more." Slipping her arms from around Harry's neck with no small amount of regret, Death returned her gaze to the chessboard.

"If I remember my lessons, your father's grandfather, would be Atum... and your father's father, would be Ptah?" As he finished speaking, Death gave a wide smile.

"You, unlike those who came before, interpret the ancient writings properly. But, we've more important things to discuss than my family tree. Much as I'd enjoy seeing just how much you've got right." Setting the pawn she was still holding upon the chessboard, she moves away before speaking once more.

"You've been chosen to be the focal point for the new iteration of creation. When reality is remade after Apep finishes his feast, you will be the foci for much of the power of the past countless iterations of reality." Giving a moment for dramatic effect, Death resumed with a shudder in her voice. "And you will need it. For the evil you will be facing surpasses that of any other iteration of creation. Apep and Voldemort shall be as one. A final gamble to end the constant cycle of doom and creation." Turning once more to stare at Harry, she gave a soft smile.

"But, this time, the forces of good will have a champion unlike any other. You. The focal point for all of the powers of the ancient world and the long forgotten gods. Our might shall be yours. But it will fall upon you to unlock the secrets of how to wield it." Pausing for a moment, she seemed to struggle how to word her next statment before shrugging and letting it flow as it would. "In addition, certain aspects of reality will have been altered. To permit intercrossing of the more useful of the infinite number of dimensions to cross into the new iteration. Once again, for your benefit. Well, directly for yours. Indirectly, for ours."

"If I were awake, I might think you were taking the mickey. As it stands now, I have two choices. A: I believe you. B: I roll over and wait to wake up. As it is, I think I'll go with A. If for no other reason than I'm curious how far this delusion will continue if it is indeed a dream." Glancing once more at the chessboards around him, Harry nodded before folding his arms across his chest.

"If you're ready, my young lord, we must begin." Extending one of her rotten hands, Death waited with a soft smile upon her ruined face.

"So be it." Taking hold of the rotten hand in his own twisted deformed grasp, Harry gave a soft nod before wincing as the feeling of weightlessness took hold.

Looking to his side, the raven haired youth felt his eyes widen as the chessboards and their podiums collapsed into dark shadows. Slowly drifting towards the linked beings, the darkness began to swirl and wash throughout the room.

As the shadows overtook them, Death gave a soft nod, an acknowledgement of the end having begun as she and her companion drifted upwards, into the heart of creation.

"All shall be remade, and eternity recast."

Reality shifted and Harry found himself standing alone, the words of Death echoing still within his ears. Glancing about, he found himself standing upon a massive funeral barge. Constructed from polished wood of a deep mahogany color, and covered from stem to stern in hieroglyphics and murals etched in gold leaf, the vessel gave off the feeling of royalty and power. A feeling which was only added to when his eyes landed upon the raised dais in the center.

"My son." Standing upon the shrouded dais, an elder man looked down upon the new arrival. Dressed in shimmering white robes with skin of gold and hair of snow streaked ebon, the aged man seemed to radiate a sense of power and nobility, a strength and purpose beyond the comprehension of mortals. "I am Ra. Guardian of creation, and shaper of reality."

Looking upon the self proclaimed elder god, Harry found himself nodding, a dark gleam forming in his eyes as he bowed. "Hail thou, great god Ra."

"Rise my son." Moving forward, the ancient deity reached out his arms and embraced the raven haired youth for a brief moment before backing away. "Our time is short. We must move quickly if we're to ensure that the next iteration succeeds."

Turning to look out upon the blackness of the void, Ra spoke once more, his voice softening as a golden light begins to build upon the center of the barge. "But, before the end comes, I wish to permit you a glimpse of the future that is to come."

As the light grew even brighter, wisps of silver energy began to form within its center, swelling and billowing out until finally forming into a beautiful young woman dressed in a silver wedding gown. Stepping forward, she smiled warmly as her soft blue eyes landed upon Harry's stunned form.

Fighting the urge to gulp, the raven haired youth let his eyes wander the girl's form. Pale snowy white skin, silvery blonde hair down to the top of her bum, bright vibrant eyes the rich blue of the summer sky, and a face befitting an angel.

"Bonjour ma chérie." For one brief moment, Harry found himself falling forward, desperate to claim the girl in his arms, but, as he stepped forward, he felt reality vanish from around him. As he stared around him at the destruction of eternity, his eyes once more found that angelic blonde, the image of her sad smile burned into his mind as time unraveled, knowledge and words flooding his mind before his very essence shattered, returning to the nothingness of the beginning.


And we have the wrap up of this first stage of this legacy story. The next stage will begin with a prologue that covers what happens during the moments when reality and time unravel. We'll learn more about the crossing of realities, and the enemies that will be faced, as well as a glimpse of the future Harry is destined to reach for.

The prologue and first chapter shouldn't take too long to get out. I will tack an update onto this story's end to notify once the next story is started. In the meantime, the next chapter will cover my responses to a few choice reviews. Apologies in advance for the salt content.