wow.. chapter 9... pretty far for an intended one shot... but summer is here so i should update more often.. depending on how much i have to work... also... there will a two week break starting June 22... Ill be in europe for those two weeks... so ill try to get a few chapters up before i go... well.. here is chapter 9... mostly filler crap...

"What do you mean, enough?" the fear in Harry's voice was obvious.

Bregljot laughed, "Don't fear brother. She will simply have to undergo some Seb'likar training. When you preformed the Azreal you merged a part of your essence to her. She may become a Vritra like you. Or she may turn out like all initiates. Be interesting to see if she got your blood."

"H... Ha... Harry?" Ron stood uncertainly a couple yards away. Ron wasn't his usual shabby, he was clean. His hair fell in perfect waves down to his ears, perfect shine. Shinny silk clad the boy seemingly perfect body. If Harry hadn't known better, he would have said Ron was one of the Machteld.

"No more Azreals," Bregljot cocked an eyebrow at Ron. "Fang, when you preformed the Azreal the was enough residue that everyone here felt the effects," Bergljot answered Harry's unasked question, "But the others... the effects should fade in a few days."

Harry stared at his healing Sister, until Ron coughed, "Yes Ron?" Harry's eyes shifted to Ron. The redhead jumped at the sight of Harry's eyes. He racked his mind to find a name to call that strange color. White didn't have that purity, gold didn'y have that shine, silver didn't have that soft apperence, diamonds didn't have that multitude of color shining from within. The only way to describe it was... love. The love only a god could give. Harry look every inch an angel with out his wings.

"Who are you?" Ron couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth.

"I am Haraldur Xiuhcoatl Alwar. High Prince Fang of the Emerald Legion of the Machteld. High Warlord of the Legion Betzalel. Lord General of Tlanextli of the Father. Vritra of Everything and Nothing. Alwar was my family's original name, in the late 1500's it was replaced with the common name 'Potter' by the humans, refuring to a craftsmen of earth or metal. Then my family created armor for the High Elves. When the High Elves retreated to their True Realm, the humans stripped us of the name 'Alwar' and gave us the name 'Potter'. I speak of humans as if I am not one because in truth I am not. In my veins runs the blood of the Forgotten Races. True dragon, serpantine, angeal, dehamon, High Elf, Neacrous. When the Races felt they had to leave this Realm, they put a drop of each of their bloods into humans. Their blood destroyed the human blood. Said humans now had the traits of the Race who's blood was harbored inside. Bregljot over there holds the blood of the Bastet. Gabija holds the blood of the Ra Apollo. The names of ancient gods and goddesses are actually the names of the Races lost to us. Since I have traces of all bloods, I am of Every Race and of No Race." Harry fired off answers to every question that jumped to Ron's astounded face.

"So... The Harry I knew... Was only a lie?" Hurt was plain on his face.

"No... the Harry you knew was only a part of me... there is just more to me then I let on."

"Like what?" Hermione's voice joined in. Silencing Ron. If there were any doubts about how Ron felt for her, they were dashed. Ron now only had love sick eyes for her.

"Well... I can control most serpents and dragons... I have a good control of fire as well... Er... I have some tats... I've killed well over 10 million people whether by my hand or by my word... Er... I have multiple estates... few worth under a couple hundred thousand... I have one estate that houses only my fortune... I have 12,000 Abd-al-rahman on each estate... Abd-al-rahman are pretty much servants... Don't worry... each is paid around 100 gold a week... Yes I can afford that... I have for the past... oh... 78,342,000 years... Yes I am that old... Older in fact...

"But... You only look like your 16!"

"Here, I am 16, but in the Amets Lands, I am... 84, 297, 064. Time in one Realm does not effect the time in another."

"If you are eighty-four million...

"Two hundred ninety-seven thousand, sixty-four."

"Whatever... If you really are that old... why don't you look it?"

"Because... This is my True Realm... It doesn't matter how many years I age in others... I will only age as I would in this Realm... I will only look like I'm in my twenties there when I am in my twenties here. Little confusing I know. Took me about ten thousand years to simply wrap my mind around it and understand."

"Brother, I think that's enough information for them for now," Gabija chuckled, "When you were initiated I don't think you were told that much."

"Besides, we need to get this girl to the Feild."

"Farewell my Sisters, take good care of my Heart."

"Farewell Brother. Take care of yourself."

Gabija and Bergljot disintegrated into their respective elements, turning Ginny to light. A braid of fire, ice, and light soon curled up and out the window. Harry watched them go sadly before standing up and turning to face the school. Everyone was huddled against one wall, gazing at Harry in a multitude of emotions. Ron and Hermione were the only ones remotely close to Harry. Harry grinned.

"I guess there's a lot of explaining to do."

The next few weeks were filled with interrogation, by teachers and students.

Was Harry a Demon? Was he an Angel? Was he a Dragon?

Yes, and many other creatures.

How can he be both Angel and Demon?

Because I have the blood of both.

Can he fly?

Of course. Did you not see my wings?

Was he evil? Was he good?

I am the Virtra, it means I am the Greatest Evil and the Greatest Good and yet neither. I am the one that contains them and separates them.

How come he hadn't killed all the bad people in the world?

Because darkness is needed to see the light.

How come he hadn't killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?

Because, even though he is considered evil he has a great roll to play in this world. The things he does needs to happen, that way when greater evils come we will be partially prepared. Not to mention it is not his time to die yet.

Is God real?

Yes.

Is the Devil real?

Yes.

What are they like?

Both greater and worse then you could ever imagion.

What color are your eyes?

In hatred: Eabonie.

In love: True White.

What are Abd-al-rahman?

Men and women who I have turned into servants threw magic.

Why did you do that?

Because they had served their purpose and they had skills that could prove useful.

How much money do you have?

More then magic can count.

How did you get so much?

Campinas, taxes, people leaving their money to me, plunder.

How old are you again?

84, 679, 392 and 16.

I thought you were 84, 297, 064 just a few days ago?

I aged a couple thousand years in a different realm.

When is Ginny coming back?

As soon as Bergljot releases her.

That one woman said she had to get training of some sort the other day. What did she mean?

Ginny may have gained some of the properties of the blood I carry. Depending on which traits she got will determent the training she will get.

You said the time of one Realm doesn't affect the other.

That I did.

Then why didn't Ginny come back a week ago?

Because, she was not meant to come back a week ago. She will return to this world when it is deemed time.

By who?

The Mother, the Father, and the Fates.

Why are you covered in blood?

Because, a few men said they would help protect Ginny. They didn't. They instead hired an assassin a few day later. I had to make good on the promise I made them.

Is that Ginny?

I... I believe so...

sorry.. i love cliffies

Machteld- Mighty in Battle

Haraldur- Army Ruler

Xiuhcoatl- Fire Serpant/ Weapon of Destruction

Alwar- Guardian of All

Betzalel- in God's Shadow

Tlanextli- Radiance/Brilliance/Majesty/Splendor

Bastet- Female of the Ointment Jar

Abd-al-rahman- Servent of the Merciful One

Amets- Dream

also... reviews are nice... other wise ill keep writing cliffies