Chapter 30

Harry was once again naked on his deck chair. He'd given up on the book. It was too difficult to hold in place whilst his hands were tied to the chair.

The girls had now moved onto their fronts. Harry was instructed to keep a good eye on them so they didn't burn.

He had a week before he needed to be back in England for the President's state visit.

"I need to move out of the sun. It's getting too hot."

"Nice try Harry." Pansy smirked with her eyes closed. "We put a sun block charm on you five minutes ago."

"Fleur, you look nicely tanned, I think Harry is upset because he is lonely." Gemma grinned at the Veela.

The beautiful blond stood up and stretched showing off her amazing nude body. She then winked at the girls and moved to Harry's deck chair which she enlarged with her wand that was on a table nearby and snuggled down next to him.

"I swear, if your dad hears about this, he's going to be guilty of regicide." Harry groaned. He made a mental note to talk to Tracey.


"Are we going to another sports match?" Tracey asked as she was led through the halls of Hogwarts. It was later in the day and Harry had been released from his heavenly torment.

"No, I wanted the two of us to talk, privately." Harry gave her a smile as he took her hand. She had a lovely blush as it was something Harry never initiated. He didn't pull away when the girls touched him or held his hand, but he never started something.

They quickly made it back to Harry's quarters. He asked the elves to keep everyone away for a while.

"Tracey, whatever you and I talk about in this room is between us. You don't ever have to reveal it to anyone, ok?"

Tracey looked very worried. "Did I do something wrong? You aren't selling my contract, are you?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Harry said quickly. "As I told you girls before; only you can ask me to transfer your contract. If I die, they go to Sirius who has sworn an oath to care for you like his daughters."

Tracey relaxed slightly but was clearly still tense.

"Tracey, would you agree that I've done all I can to make sure you girls are happy?"

She nodded vigorously.

"So, when I ask you this next question, remember I am only asking because I am dedicated to keeping you happy."

A little less vigour in the nod.

"Are you attracted to boys, girls or both?"

*thud*

"Bugger."


"Woken up have you?"

Tracey looked around groggily. "Wha' happen'd?"

"Here, drink this." She saw Harry holding a mug for her. Hot chocolate. She sat up carefully and began to sip.

"Do you remember what we were talking about?" Harry asked kindly.

After a few seconds of concentration she turned a very deep red.

"Relax, I have no opinion about whether you prefer boys or girls or both. I am just concerned that you are joining in with the girls… 'seduction' of me because you feel you have to."

"No!" She was very adamant, but she immediately felt unable to get too worked up. "I do want to be with you."

"So you do like boys, you just like girls as well?"

She gave a non-committal shrug.

"Remember Trace. I don't mind either way. You are a beautiful girl. What you tell me tonight doesn't have to leave this room."

"I'm not as beautiful as Fleur or Daphne." She said quietly. "Pansy is… bigger than me."

"That's not a bad thing. You aren't Fleur. You aren't Daphne. You are Tracey. Tracey is the girl whose name is on that contract. She's the girl I swore to defend and make happy.

"She's the girl who (and if you tell the others this I'll tickle you till you pee) looked very hot sunbathing today."

She gave an honest smile at that. The blush altered slightly too. "How did you know?" She asked somewhat ashamed.

"The World Cup." Harry shrugged. "You were the only female in our area affected by the Bulgarian Mascots. Plus, I've seen how you watch the others. It's a bit similar to how some of the guys watch them."

Harry leaned forward with a big grin. "But you were practically drooling at Fleur's display this afternoon."

Tracey buried her head in the couch cushions in mortification.


Harry was seated in a very luxurious room in a very luxurious building in a very luxurious location.

He was surrounded by some very unhappy people who had been told some very unhappy things and were unlikely change in the near future.

The place: Buckingham Palace.

The people: Prime Minister Burns, Prime Minister Bones, The Right Honourable Adam Chance of the opposition party and His Royal Highness, King Patrick.

"You are admitting that you have kidnapped my mother, the rightful Queen of England?" Patrick snarled as he shot from his seat.

Harry's wand shot out and the muggles were petrified where they sat, or in Patrick's case, stood.

Amelia just sighed and wondered if she could get away with pulling a novel out. There was a new series that fantasised Harry's life the first time through. It was a bit dark at times, but enjoyable. Harry hated it, but Pansy and Gemma had brow beat him into accepting it.

"Listen up you little idiots." Harry sneered as he stood and began walking around the table slowly. "Your mother could have been a good friend and ally. But no, she had to get all high and mighty. She had to make plans to have me 'dealt with'.

"You should be bloody glad I didn't have her executed for treason. Instead you are all set to make the same mistakes she did."

He had circled the table once already and was on his second circuit. The effect of Harry walking behind the petrified men was obvious in their eyes.

"I have zero problem with putting you in a cell next to your mother and working my way down your family line until I find someone who is willing to accept the situation.

"I have enough to deal with when it comes to alien enemies that I don't need domestic ones."

He flicked his wand, releasing them.

"Now, I don't want to be king. I don't want to be in charge. I only attempted to take over magical Britain because it was the only way to deal with the corruption. Unfortunately for all of us, we don't get a choice. We all saw what happened if someone interferes with the bond between myself and the country.

"If I have to become a public figure, I will make it clear that you are responsible for all the deaths and chaos caused by your interference.

"Now, I expect you to arrange for a private meeting between yourself and the President. I will of course be there as well.

"Don't make me have to come back here."

With that, Harry apparated away.

"Gentlemen, I trust that you can appreciate why I only agreed to serve as His Majesty's Wiggle Prime Minister for only a year." Amelia tiredly.

"You are committing acts of war against the British people." Patrick snarled. He was angry, scared and embarrassed.

"No, you are committing acts of treason. The problem for you is that the country itself, the very land and magic has chosen King Harry."

She stood up and stretched her neck. She was far too tired to care about image.

"Harry isn't joking about sending everyone to prison who causes problems. But if you continue to push him, he might decide to reopen Azkaban." And with that she walked out of the room.

"Mister Burns, what are our tactical options for eliminating this threat?" King Patrick demanded.

David Burns closed his eyes and, for the twentieth time this year, gave serious consideration to retiring.

"You have none, human."

Burns and Chance were immediately on their feet as a small creature with a malicious smile faded into view.

That wasn't the bad part.

The bad part was the thirty others like him who were armed and stationed around the border of the room.

"In case you weren't told, we are goblins, I am the King of the Goblins, Ragnok. It is time you muggles learnt that you are not the only natives of this island. We will not stand by and let you destroy us all."

"This is an act of war!" Patrick said angrily.

He suddenly found a spear at his throat.

"My people yearn for war." Ragnok grinned.


"I hope I was reading your intentions right about you needing to talk in private."

President Lancet jumped in shock at the foreign voice that sounded in his current bedroom as he put away a few bits and pieces for his stay in England.

Standing there was a very calm Harry Potter.

"How did you get past the Secret Service?" Lancet frowned.

Harry had an amused smile. "Mister President, I can travel across galaxies and take out an entire military base on my own. I hope you don't think entering a locked and guarded room on my own soil would be much of a stretch."

"Can all British magicals do this?" He asked.

Harry was surprised that the man was merely curious and not upset. He took the offered seat at the table and the President sat opposite.

Harry took a moment to think about it. "There are people who can do what I can. But they don't have access to the equipment I have, so their entrance would be a bit… messier."

"Do you know why American magicals don't have your capabilities?" He asked, he was clearly curious.

"To be blunt, because you repress them. Subjugate them to your will. In the three to five years that I have controlled Hogwarts, there has been an exponential upturn in innovation. The reason is because I made them think and showed them what I wanted to do and then encouraged them to do the same."

"You don't talk like a teenager."

"I'm only a teenager in a physical sense. In reality I am about twenty-one. There was a whole mess which involved some form of time travel."

"You can travel through time and space?" Lancet asked in amazement.

"Technically, but this time it was involuntary and we still don't know the actual reasons of why and how." Harry always got grumpy about this.

"Anyway, why don't we get down to it and discuss why I haven't invaded America for their assassination attempt on me."

"First off, let me say again, I had no idea that was happening or even being discussed. I didn't even know you existed until your man- I mean woman and Colonel O'Neill landed in my office that day."

"Fine. Now why should I take that to mean you are a good person who means me no ill will and not an incompetent man who can't control his own people?"

"We both had people involved in that debacle. America lost a lot of men and women, both in Nevada and England where they were caught up in the disasters.

"I don't want you to judge me on what happened, I want you to judge me on what I want to happen."

Harry sat back and folded his arms expectantly. "Go on."

John Lancet ran a weary hand through his hair. "Indulge me for a few moments and let me tell you a bit of my history that nobody knows.

"Back in '67 I was fifteen years old. I had no ambitions in politics. I was more interested in animals and veterinary medicine. I was also deeply in love with my girlfriend, Annabeth. She was beautiful. The epitome of the American 'Girl Next Door'."

Lancet had a sad smile of reminiscence. Harry sat there patiently. An unusual feat for him.

"I was a few months younger than her but on my sixteenth birthday I proposed. Our parents were doubtful that we would actually make it to the altar but they were supportive.

"On her eighteenth birthday her party was attacked by government forces. Anna and her parents were distraught, but they clearly expected this. She dragged me to her room, shoved her journal in my face, told me she loved me and- and then I found myself six miles outside of Dallas, Texas. A Thousand miles away from where I was.

"I spent two weeks bumming my way back to Boise. When I got there, no one knew anything about Annabeth or her family. They hadn't even heard of them.

"Everything in her journal was true. I'd read it several times on my journey. She was a witch trying to pass for a mundane. Her family had been hiding since before she was born and they feared discovery by the authorities. She wrote about the reservations where magicals were forced to live. The work they were forced to endure."

He sat forward and looked at Harry intently. His eyes glistening with tears of depression and loss. "That was the day I decided to work my way to the top. To find out the truth about wizards and witches and eventually, to find out what happened to my fiancée."

He slumped back, exhausted from telling his emotional story.

"Did you find out?"

"Executed. Everyone's mind was wiped by the wizards they had under them. Annabeth and her family had placed spells that would sever any connection to me or my family if they were found. Otherwise, I would have been black-balled for every job I applied for."

"And here you are. President of the United States. What do you intend to do?"

"Have you ever heard the phrase: little cog, big wheel? I got to where I am and I did it efficiently and honestly. Except I discovered that all I could do was watch. Even as the President I don't have the power to end this…this 'magical segregation'." He said in disgust. "The whole deal goes against the very foundation of the United States. It was built upon the ethos that 'All Men Are Equal'."

"What do you intend to do?" Harry repeated.

"Turn a blind eye."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the dark smile that appeared on the President's face.

Lancet stood up straight, his vigour returning. "I'm the President of the United States of America. Magicals are beneath me! They are not worth my time and they are certainly not worth the wasted effort and taxes of the decent normal people of America.

"So why should I care if they all managed to hide themselves. Am I supposed to understand their devil ways? Should I sully myself by trying to learn more about their pacts with demons?

"They are gone? Good! Be done with them! May they burn in hell with their hellish masters!" He slumped again, the evening and its subject taking their toll.

Harry calmly raised his watch and spoke. "Initiate Operation Revolution."

A resigned baritone voice responded. "As you command."

"Very soon your aides will come barrelling in with top secret information. All the magicals are gone. Everything from the land they lived on to the people themselves.

"Accusations will be levied against my country. I don't care. Everybody knows that if the truth about how the United States treated magicals came to light, they would be crucified by the international community.

"When it comes to magic, you have one job: To convince your people that angering the British Commonwealth is a stupid idea of epic proportions.

"The sad fact is that we will have missed some wizards and witches. The British Commonwealth demands they be turned over to us. Failure to do so will see tactical measures implemented against the United States."

"America doesn't deal with threats very well."

"America should probably remember that this is not a threat. It's a fact."

"There might be a way to begin easing into better relations." Lancet said hesitantly.

"I'm not giving you the stargate."

Lancet just laughed. "Are you kidding? You've seen what my people do when they see something shiny. They immediately demand it. If they don't get it they steal, cheat and kill for it. If America started to use the stargate like that then we'd be at war with half the galaxy."

"Um, you do realise that you already did that?" Harry said pointedly.

"What?"

"Those soldiers, O'Neill, they killed an alien who ruled a substantial amount of the galaxy. Sure, they did it to save the people, but yeah, big old target right on Earth's back."

"Can I assume there are a lot of details I'm missing?"

"According to Colonel O'Neill, the Air Force spent billions of dollars to create a computer to control the stargate. All the damned thing needed was a power supply and someone to turn the inner ring."

Lancet scowled. "I really need to dig into this more." Then he brightened. "Actually, the stargate could be the distraction I need to ignore the magical situation."

Harry laughed.

"No, no, hear me out. America is always interested in innovation and exploration. Our entire country is founded on the premise of explorers and immigrants. If we can figure out talks to get American-British cooperation on galactic exploration we can take the pressure off of the magicals."

"You do realise that the stargate is a dangerous and unreliable device, right?"

Lancet looked at Harry curiously. "It has a huge power requirement that would cost a fortune to provide through non-magical means. It is one way only. If you go through, you have to shut it down and redial so you can return.

"If you do try and enter the gate in the wrong direction… you get atomised."

"I thought these were 'technological marvels'? Were the people who made them really that careless?"

"About as careless as a civilisation that travels around in vehicles filled with highly flammable liquids that they purposefully cause micro-explosions in.

"They built it, it worked, they couldn't be bothered to think of a better way."


Harry returned to his home at Hogwarts and felt a little bit better. Hogwarts always seemed to be able to provide him with the boost he needed. It was just an added bonus on top of what Britain gave him as King. He stumbled tiredly into his bedroom, absently waving his wand and switching his clothes with pj bottoms and t-shirt.

He then flopped onto the bed face down.

After a few moments his muffled voice sounded. "I don't care. I'm too tired to argue."

The five girls in naughty lingerie pouted.

"I don't know about you girls, but this harem thing is a lot more prudish than I was told it would be." Daphne grumbled. "You should have heard the stories Daddy was telling me. Being forced to participate in wild orgies at my master's bidding. Having to tend to his every whim.

"Mum was right. He was blowing it out of proportion."

"Ma mere said that if we showed him a bit of skin then he would be all over us." Fleur added.

"Penny was a bit more descriptive." Pansy winced. "She was talking about positions, zones… I wish she hadn't though. It's like reading a story and knowing it will never happen."

"I want what those girls on the telly get. The ones Tonks showed us the other night." Daphne's pout was epic. "They looked like they were going to explode and that guy was in her so deep!"

"What about the other girls? There was that girl… she let the man go… there." Tracey blushed.

"What the devil are you lot watching when I'm not there?!" Came the somewhat horrified exclamation from the male in the room.


Nobody 'knew' about the meeting between Harry and Lancet. Sure, they told their closest confidants, but in order to protect Lancet, it was never spoken of.

Harry had been right. The American government was in a state of panic and less than five percent of them knew why. All across the States certain individuals had vanished from record. Special US law enforcement officers who were assigned to guard specific areas of land could no longer find that land.

The American magicals had vanished.

It was a combination of magic and Alteran technology that had been put in place, similar to the technology that hid Avalon. It was only a stop-gap measure, eventually the muggles would develop better technology and mysterious hidden lands would be discovered.

The British government was fending off accusations that they were involved in the disappearances. Harry didn't care as long as they kept denying it.

In the meantime he was back in the Pegasus galaxy exploring and meeting people with Luna, Teyla, Remus, Durry and his bodyguards David and Tonks. Dudley was forbidden from coming with Harry as he had a girlfriend he had to spend some time with.

David actually felt a bit of fear when Dudley had threatened him if anything happened to his cousin.

Today was actually a favour for Ganos. She had highlighted a few planets that could use a visit. She hadn't given any details, just a request that Harry visit.

The planet they were going to had no stargate so they were using Harry's ship. David was still grumpy as it had no weapons. Luna had pointed out that the ship was a weapon in Harry's hands.

"Something's wrong." David announced as he checked his gear. "My equipment's gone dead."

David had a range of electronic items such as radios, powered binoculars, night vision goggles, etc. Harry stuck with magic, but he was happy to have the ship stocked with that sort of thing for emergencies.

"Remus, can you check the magical gear?" Harry asked as he guided them easily to the planet's surface. "David, find a compass, will you?"

"Here, it's gone bonkers though." David handed him his field compass.

Harry glanced at the compass and saw that it was swinging backwards and forwards rather violently. He held the compass in one hand and manipulated the ship with the other until the compass was spinning nearly perfectly.

"We should be over the source of the electromagnetic field."

"Like an EMP?" David frowned.

"Probably a persistent effect being artificially generated. No bomb or radiation though."

David walked over to his storage area. "We're not taking any chances." He said as he pulled out a small plastic box. He began handing out badges.

"Do we write our name on them?" Luna asked.

"No, if it changes colour then we know that there is a dangerous amount of radiation and we should leave."

"Durry, take this outside. Run around for about ten minutes and then bring it back." Harry turned to David. "Ten minutes enough?"

"It'll do."

Fifteen minutes later and they were heading into the undergrowth and the source of the field.

"Hmm, this is Alteran tech." Harry mused as he prodded the device. There was a hissing noise and the top opened up and a large orangey yellow coloured crystal rose out of it. It glowed dimly. "The battery is running low."

"That's a big battery." David breathed. "I guess we could find a car or lorry battery to replace it if needed."

Harry laughed. "Dave, it takes three of these things to power Atlantis."

"Oh… I'm not authorised to requisition nuclear power plants." He quipped.

"Don't worry, this thing will last a bit longer. If we need to we can grab a spare from Atlantis." He said as he pressed the device and the crystal receded.

"Don't move!"

Everyone froze at the sound of the strange voice. Everyone except Durry who turned and growled.

"Call off your creature." The voice was young.

"That would involve moving." Harry said without concern.

"Do it!"

Harry turned and in one fluid movement their attacker and his two companions were on the ground unconscious.

"Nice moves, Harry." Tonks said approvingly.

"We're just lucky they didn't have anything more dangerous than bows and arrows." Harry said with a sigh of relief. He moved to the unconscious bodies and began checking them with Remus.

"Merlin! They're just children!" Remus exclaimed.

"Children with weapons." Harry corrected. "Durry, track down where they live. Do not approach or be seen."

The dog barked twice and vanished before their eyes.

"He can turn invisible?" Remus asked.

"No, but he can flit between the two universes and not be seen. OW!"

"Stop stealing my dog."

"Sorry Luna."


"Sir, I don't like this."

"Tell me something new, Dave." Harry pleaded sarcastically.

"All these kids have weapons, but there are no adults."

"How old are you again? Twenty-two, right? That would make you younger than their Elder."

Harry and the others had followed Durry to a small village in the forest. The residents of this village were all under twenty-five, the oldest was always their leader.

At least until he was supposed to take his life in a few years.

Harry used his watch to open a communication line.

"Harry, what chaos do you intend to inflict on the world today?"

"Albus, could you grab Aunt Minnie and Uncle Fil and have Fawkes bring you to my location?"

The playful snark was gone and he was all business. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, but not an immediate one. I just think your presence would be… interesting."

Albus sighed. "Harry, one day somebody is going to stingy with the information and cryptic to you."

Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Albus realised his mistake and blushed. "We will be there shortly. Goodbye."

The Elder, a young man named Andos, had welcomed them. Not everyone was the same. Some looked at them suspiciously, others with outright hatred.

Luna and Durry were a big hit though.

"It's time for your sacrifices to end, Andos." Harry said firmly. "I understand why you do it but I can change things so you can live long lives where the only thing that will kill you is time."

Screams erupted from the young villagers as they pointed in Harry's direction.

"FIRE! FIRE!"

"Calm down!" Harry called out. "It's just some friends of mine."

"They could have burnt the whole village down!" One of the older boys said angrily.

"A phoenix's fire only burns what the phoenix wants it to." Albus said calmly as he approached the villagers with Minerva and Filius.

"So you say." The boy sneered. "What are you?"

"Old."

"Harry!" Minerva snapped at him.

"Well you are. Well… Albus is. These kids have never seen someone over the age of twenty-five. They commit suicide on the final day of their twenty-fourth year."

"That's horrible!"

"And unfortunately I would agree it was necessary." Harry said unhappily.

"You can't honestly believe that?" Minerva was aghast.

"They were unable to sustain large numbers in the small area they are restricted to. So they started a ritual where they would take their own lives at twenty-five."

"That is ridiculous." Filius said bluntly.

"Who are you to question our ways?"

"Daneth!"

"You heard them, Andos. We have lived this way for centuries and they come here and start telling us we are wrong."

"You force your people to commit suicide." Filius was not impressed with what he was seeing. "Why not just refrain from pro-creating?" There was a confused pause.

"He means making babies." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Then our people would die out. Our ways were given to us centuries ago."

"Look, it's all moot." Harry broke in. "If I wanted to I could easily fix and upgrade the device that was protecting you so that it covered the whole planet.

"And I will. But these kids need better leadership than what Andos can currently give them." He turned to the frowning young man. "Andos, that man there is one hundred and fourteen years old. He has travelled the majority of his planet and crossed galaxies to come and see you.

"He has fought in wars to defend people. He has taught thousands of children. He has the ability to teach you things you have never even thought of simply because you never lived long enough to think of it."

"We teach ourselves." Daneth argued.

"Fine, pick up your bow. Fire as many arrows as you want into that tree." Harry indicated a tree less than twenty metres away.

"That is hardly a challenge." The man smirked as he pulled his bow from his back and began firing the arrows at a tree more than fifty metres away.

Harry nodded discreetly to David who began readying his assault rifle.

Daneth fired his last arrow and turned to Harry. "Would you like me to show you how to start a fire next?" He asked mockingly.

"Dave, as many as you want into any tree as far as you can manage without missing."

The loud staccato of the gun firing caused many of the children to scream and throw themselves to the ground. David took less than thirty seconds to empty his gun.

There was a horrible creaking noise before a tree some way away toppled over and landed with a crash.

"A grenade please." Harry asked, ignoring the looks of fear, awe and terror around him.

David handed Harry a grenade.

"Everyone cover your ears!" Harry shouted. He then pulled the pin and tossed the grenade at the tree Daneth had fired at. Filius, Tonks and Albus quickly joined Harry in throwing up a shield to protect everyone from flying debris.

When the dust had settled to reveal that Harry had destroyed several trees, he turned back to Daneth. "Would you like me to show you how I start fires?"


"Harry, you are officially forbidden from going to any worlds that haven't been cleared as safe."

Harry looked absolutely forlorn. "But Aunty Amy-"

"No! You had a weapon pointed at you today! What would have happened if you had been injured? What would have happened to the country? To the people?" Amelia argued.

It was a genuine concern considering what had happened when the Unspeakables and NID had kidnapped him.

"I need to find a way to abdicate." Harry grumbled.