Disclaimer: Should have done this in the beginning.

Me: Where are my Royalties from Harry's biography, Rat Piss?

Wormtail: It's Wormtail my lord and you never wrote a biography of Harry Potter's life let alone written a letter.

Me: You do understand Rat Piss that I keep you around only because you and I are Bronies, correct?

Wormtail: My name is Wormtail. Yes, my lord I do know we share a love for My Little Ponies Friendship is Magic and that's why you keep me around.

Me: Well I recently found a Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash slash Fic on FFN, which means I no longer need you and you don't have to repeat yourself Rat Piss it's becoming annoying.

Wormtail: Please, milord: it's Wormtail. And I didn't know! Had I known there was a such a pairing I would've read it!

Me: Avada Kedavra!

Once confined to fantasy and science fiction, time travel is now simply an engineering problem.

-Michio Kaku

Chapter Three: Deus for Family

Harry awoke by a soft hand on his shoulder. He felt slimy and oddly vulnerable much like his first time in limbo.

"Keep your eyes closed for a bit, Harry. Don't want to have you unexpectedly blind." A sing-song voice said, this calmed Harry and stopped his squirming.

"Evanesco," he heard Lucifer cast. Harry's vulnerability suddenly vanished along with whatever slime was on him.

"You can open your eyes now Harry," he listened and proceeded to open his eyes slowly.

He was in a dimly lit circular room, which let him notice a couple notable facts.

The floor was marble white in the centre of where he was however was large metallic rings that span in counter clockwise and clockwise directions a couple were bobbing up and down. The contraption reminded him of a gyroscope Lucifer had once shown him. There were several symbols on each of the seven rings, the symbols looked like nothing Harry's seen before and Harry was taught a lot of languages and runes during limbo.

Guess this is the time machine. He thought.

It may have been the fact that he was fifty-five in his head inside a teen's body, or the chill on his body but there was definitely something changed about him, Harry didn't feel as old as he was supposed to be. However, the realisation that the chill was because of being naked quickly overtook his new found youth as a beautiful girl with very bright blonde hair smiled at him and pointed downwards. Harry looked down to where she was pointing. Blushing a bright pink he covered up using his hands and harshly asked a familiar face next to the girl, "Why am I naked? Again!"

The man Harry had viewed as a father figure, at least in his universe, smirked. "Apparently traveling through time leaves a person quite sensitive."

"Why are you hiding your gifts? I believe that's nothing to be ashamed of." The girl beside Lucifer giggled, emphasizing his nakedness by pointing towards his appendage, again.

He blushed beat red, "Well sorry, I've never had the experience of being an extortionist."

A young man that can pass for Lucifer's brother with the only difference being he had black hair with subtle white streaks came in with clothes in his hands from a hidden door. "I believe these are for you."

Harry remained sitting on the marble floor covering his processions. He grabbed the clothes with one hand and everyone left, leaving a very embarrassed fifty-five year old teen to change into his clothes.

The clothes he was given were sublime. Dark fitted trousers and a white carven silk shirt. Simple enough but they were fitted perfectly to his body. This helped out wonderfully for him because his body truly was sensitive, he was raw as if he was put through a sandblaster car-wash. Bare footed he stood, feeling the warmth of the marble. "Weird, warm stone?" he pondered.

He then left through the door. Everyone was waiting outside sitting on plush white and black chairs when he came in they immediately looked at him, all of them had sincere smiles that somehow made Harry uncomfortable.

"Any problems?" the girl teased.

"No, body's just a bit raw though." Harry replied to the girl truthfully.

"Harry I'm sure I told you about needing memories that pertain to our time in limbo but I would find it better if you gave me the consent." Lucifer averted the conversation, he looked at him pleadingly.

Harry nodded giving his consent. Lucifer immediately shot up and stepped slowly towards him.

Brandishing open his palm over Harry's head he closed his eyes and whispered, "Legimens."

A shock of the mind attack had passed as Harry let Lucifer pass through the traps.

"Impressive." Harry heard him say.

Then they were in purgatory, except instead this was a different land, it was lighted not by white light but by true black lights. Harry turned to Lucifer feeling his presence.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"The black room, much different from limbo. But all the more dangerous to have invaded. This is the gap between the dream world and reality, the bridge for your imagination and your memories. The crossing of subconscious and conscious thinking. It is here where I would choose to leave memories and experiences."

"And for any particular reason?"

"You do not become aware of anything placed here. It just is existent here. Much like having a box in a public warehouse. This is also the place where experiences like riding a bike but not remembering the actual ride is stored. It's a safe place." He explained the last part somewhat lamely.

He waved his hand conjuring numerous boxes of files into existence.

"I guess I'll just take these," pulling out several stamped files from the boxes, then a whole box. The box had a label that read: WORKOUT.

"Codename for your training." He explained to Harry. Harry remembered the training even still, the day he learnt that symbolizing and abstracting everything in your mind was major to giving confusing information to invaders.

"Ah." Lucifer then released his hold on Harry's mind and then the two found themselves back in reality.

Lucifer held a blank stare for a while, looking as though the files of memory he had attained were being run across his eyes, until finally looking back at Harry. A sad face plagued Lucifer's face momentarily then he motioned the two strangers towards him.

"Harry I'd like you to meet the family. My son Lucifer Seraph Shadow and my daughter Etoile (Pronounced: Et-tow wall) Anon Shadow."

Harry looked at the son, he offered his hand which he shook. "Harry, pleasure to meet you, you can call me Seraph." He then looked to the beautiful girl, she had quickly gained a composed and matured stature quite opposite to the one she had shown in the room.

"Sorry for earlier, you know: the compliment, actually now that I think about it it did sound like a humiliation, though I assure you you do have an amazing gift." She said with serenity. This made him blush pink again.

"In all honesty Lucifer didn't tell me he had children. In fact I thought that you were his siblings," which Harry truthfully thought, apparently they took this as a compliment as they smiled.

"Go on, I need to talk to Harry about some things." Lucifer looked perplexed as he sat down on a black plush chair. The two Shadows left the room leaving a heavy atmosphere of anticipation in the air.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, concerned over Lucifer.

"There is a couple things that I have to regret informing you. Though it's because I don't know why..." He looked over sadly, eyes drooping, thirty years seemingly hitting him in the face.

Harry didn't like where this was going albeit he did anticipate this moment. "Go ahead."

"You're not the boy-who-lived." Lucifer stated simply.

Shock and surprise would not explain the emotions that had gripped Harry by this news. However his training calmed him and he managed to talk even though he had a lump in his throat so large he was sure it was cancerous.

"Who is it then? Please don't tell me it's Malfoy!" Harry said apprehensively.

"Fortunately no, it's a person named Nova Evanescence Potter. Daughter to James and Lily Potter. She's the same age as you and she's starting her fourth year in not a couple months."

"Nova? Nova, as in she? As in I'm a girl? As in..."

"Yes, this universe apparently has you playing Guardian Angel, so to speak. Angel for the female version of you."

Harry thought it over, sure he anticipated maybe having brothers or a sister, twins, anything, but to realise you're no longer been birthed, he was forcibly put into a universe where he knows he had no parents or connections to anything at all; he just is. A consequence he knew about but never thought would happen.

"Is that it?" Harry replied grimly.

"Not quite. But I think you can figure out the rest yourself. I find the differences between your future and this one playing more intimately than anything."

"And that's supposed to mean?" He asked looking for an answer.

"If you get to know her you'll know the differences," said Lucifer rather obviously.

Harry digressed after a long silence and he continued, "So, you have children?"

Lucifer laughed, "You sure know how to digress! Yes, I have children. I didn't inform you last time because I didn't think about it."

"Hmm... if I'm not the boy-who-lived then..." He looked appreciatively at Lucifer who answered.

"Yes, I'm still following with what I said, I'm taking you in as my son, we have to hide our identities though. I'm sure I can figure something out before school starts." He looked down, he's in thought Harry told himself though what about was beyond him. Even spending thirty years with the man it was impossible to truly figure out Lucifer. Like today, he may be thinking about identity changes but he may in fact be thinking about suitable ways to get rid of Crunkelshack warts.

"Maybe it needs Dexoric powder?" Lucifer mumbled under his breath. Harry mentally laughed, using as much willpower to avoid punishment for making fun of Lucifer's eccentrics, eccentrics Lucifer argues are perfectly real problems. Unfortunately Harry must not have stifled his already stifled laughter because Lucifer looked up.

"What do you want to do Harry?" he asked randomly.

Harry was taken back by the question, "Do what?" he asked dumbly.

"This is your second chance Harry, how you want to proceed going about with the circumstances inflicted upon you is of course entirely up to you. You could stay away from Nova Potter's life and focus on Plagus, you could also intervene in the upcoming British Magical war, or you can just sit down and relax in some beach in California."

Oh, he thought to had already decided that he'd help the person-who-lived if he were to become irrelevant to the universe, only because it would benefit his past friends and now he truly felt like he didn't want this Potter to experience what he had. He quickly answered, "I'm going to help her."

Lucifer didn't seem surprised by his answer. Instead he got up and quickly started listing off what needed to be done to do so.

"First I'm going to have to adopt you formally, but even before that I need to make up a history of you, but it's simple really, then I'll enroll you and your future brothers and sister to Hogwarts..."

While Harry was listening a surge of pain had erupted in his chest. Harry fell to his knees, another surge of pain erupted through his chest and spread to his limbs, micro cuts filling in the inside of his being. A cough escaped his lips and black blood trickled down the corner of his mouth. A brief moment of darkness engulfed his vision and soon found himself in a brightly lit room and warmly snuggled in a bed. Harry removed the white cotton sheets and sat up.

The pain, what was the pain from, he thought. Remembering what had happened but just a few moments ago.

A door opened from behind and Lucifer walked in looking grim and concerned again.

"What happened?" asked Harry, standing up.

Lucifer moved to the end of the bed and gave Harry a hopefully look.

"A blast from the past, it seems. You were asleep for a week."

"A whole week?" Harry exclaimed.

"The pain was from an ancient magic. Cursed magic. You're tainted by the traumas of war and death. Something no one should experience. The time flux must have magnified this trauma and got you tainted."

"Tainted? You make me sound dark," Harry grimly laughed.

"It sounds dark because it is dark. What happened to you in your universe will happen to Nova if she went through the same process, the symptoms will be a lot more subtle but the taint will be present I suppose this only makes you more adamant about helping Ms. Potter doesn't it?"

A little bit, Harry thought. "Will this affect me anymore? This taint?" Harry asked.

"Not so much as I hope. Last week's attack was your body's defense mechanism. It purged most of the taint but I believe if we do not find a cure the taint will only grow increasingly deadly, until it becomes fatal. Anyway I think talking about your melancholy is quite depressing, I have good news."

This brightened Harry's mood, being told he was tainted and would most likely die from said taint didn't really lift his spirits so much as the scarcity of good news and the bringing of said news by Lucifer.

"You're now enrolled to Hogwarts and as well a citizen of the United Kingdom. Congratulations, Mr. Shepherd."

"I assume you did this while I was asleep Mr. Shepherd?" Harry teased, playing with the new surname.

"No, I had my other son Leon do it for me while I was attending something."

"There's another one?" Harry truly didn't know Lucifer as he thought he did.

"Yes, and expect a mother," he laughed. Rusty sense of humor Harry thought. Just like the old one. He mused.

It was after this conversation that Harry had started to walk around the house, taking a tour with Etoile's help.

"Father likes transparency, allows light to come in. Brightens the room you see?" she explained. Harry inquired on why there was so many large windows and open areas. "Also let's the cool breeze in." She added after a while.

"To the north is the Free Hills. In the south are the Belligerent Mountains, and to the west is the Atlantic. East holds the Rein Forest."

"A rainforest? Where exactly are we?"

"Rein Forest, it's small but dense, perfect to keep us isolated. We're also unplottable and anyone looking in the skies would only see the ocean in our place. The land acts as our own fortress."

The rooms he was led into were surgically clean and bright, brightening even more when light was present illuminating the entirety of the house.

The house itself was fantastically large. Seventeen bedrooms he counted, not including the numerous living rooms and other unknown rooms. There was four levels: The underground level, first floor, second floor, and the asymmetrical rooms perpendicular to the second floor that was layered like a puzzle. In actuality the house wasn't really a house anymore when Harry thought about it, in fact it resembled a corporate office of some sort or skyscraper.

"Why need all this space, I assume there's a good reason?" Harry asked Etoile as they walked in the infirmary room.

"We have lot's of people come over sometimes, can be annoying other times. Though I guess it comes with being a Shadow," Etoile said nonchalantly.

"There's also some benefits," she added teasingly, "of course, you're going to notice this yourself so no need for spoilers." Harry was going to ask what kind of benefits but apparently Etoile already knew. When he pressed on what she meant she adamantly turned him down, smiling as she somehow managed to run from his view.

The rest of Harry's days left him planning on what he was going to do about Nova Evanescence Potter. Waiting for Lucifer to tell him otherwise. Harry also thought his planning was going on fantastically. He was sure what he had planned would be impossible to fudge and with his new abilities it would then be child's play.

On one such day he was in a room he had chosen as his own, a gift for becoming part of the family, and he chosen this room specifically because of the view of the ocean and the large open balcony that could have held a capacity of twenty people. As he was leaning on the balcony's fence something odd started happening.

First Harry became drowsy, second a tingling sensation had spread throughout his body much like the time his taint had crippled his body but instead of pain he felt like being tickled. Lastly as he tried his best to focus on his planning he entered a hazy dreamlike state. This made him fall to a pleasant sleep on his desk awakening when he felt the sunshine hit his face, finding himself in his bed.

Seraph was sitting next to Harry overlooking the sunrise. Without moving his gaze Seraph calmly greeted Harry.

"Good morning. I hope you're feeling better."

Harry sat up, he did feel better. Much better, his raw skin was absent, and overall stress was gone. He reached for his glasses that he put on a nightstand before his blackout. He was surprised that it wasn't there.

"Let your eyes get accustomed. You'll find that you no longer need glasses."

He did so, pausing for a short while for his eyes to adapt to the bright light.

"How long have I been out?" Harry asked this question because he wouldn't be surprised if he was sleeping for a month.

"I don't like the sound of your tone, you make it sound like we're knocking you out or something." Seraph laughed. "Four days."

Having his question confirmed he asked Seraph for the nature of the blackout.

Instead of giving an answer he simply handed him a mirror. Harry took the hand mirror and looked into it. What he saw shocked him considerably. No longer was there a raven haired, malnourished, pathetic boy. In the mirror staring at him was a beautiful person who had pulled back kept hair. The only thing that held any semblance of his past features was the emerald green eyes his mother had given him.

His face was closer to that of an exotic hawk, more beautiful than any Veela. And Harry had slept with numerous Veela in his past life. He was now in par with his family's beauty.

He dropped the mirror and ran his hands on his body, muscles he was sure wasn't there had appeared everywhere. It seemed whatever happened to him had enhanced every fibre of his being. Along with a couple of his "sensitive" appliances.

"What in the bloody hell happened?" Harry asked Seraph incredulously, in a high pitched somewhat angry, somewhat curious voice.

"Don't look at me," Seraph said in mock offense, "the house did it."

"You're going to accuse the house?"

"Hmm... I didn't think that out. Well it's for a good reason. You see, this is the house of Umbra, it turns the family into what they want to become, what they need to be, and what they deserve to have. Apparently it decided in giving you better eyesight along with a few tweaks on your physical appearance. And spent no expense on having you in your best, I see."

Harry was still rubbing his new abs, they were rock hard, but stopped immediately when he heard Seraph's comment.

"Anymore surprises?" Harry in a pensive mood. He started touching parts of his body not embarrassed that his brother was in the same room.

"None that I know of... Come, get dressed mother and Leon (Pronounced: Lee-own as in the French Pronouncement of Napoleon) have just come home they're really giddy about meeting you." Seraph still had a blank stare pointed at the sunrise.

Harry thought it was weird how Seraph didn't once look at him. He waved his hand in front of Seraph.

When he didn't react he stopped waving his hand. "Seraph are you blind?"

Lucifer looked at Harry. Sadly he smiled. "Yes, but not how you'd think," said Seraph coolly.

"Then blind how?" asked Harry.

"I don't see you, I see wine glasses."

Harry gave an incredulous look.

"I see you as a manifestation of solids, liquids, or gases, maybe all of them. Depends on the person really. Sometimes there are mixtures. Sometime not. But everyone is born as water to me, showing me how pure one is. But when you grow up you might have drank to many butterbeers. So in effect yellow solutions may be present in your glass of water, the vessel that is your body. It's how I determine your true self." He finished in an obvious manner.

"So you know the history of person?" asked Harry lamely.

"In a sense, I know who they are, were, and can predict who they will become. Though my divination is pretty flop-sided. More importantly I know when a person lies to me. I have an acute sensitivity to magic unlike any other except of course to father. So I "see" spells also in their true forms.

"A blessing... and curse you have now attained, without the blindness. Along with an assortment of other traits."

"Like what?" Harry asked.

"Before, the Gods, Vitaens, and Splicers, the three dominate races of the past, cursed us and also blessed us each with type of bond because of the Immortal's past actions against them all. Course it got passed down to us."

"Lucifer mentioned the Gods. So it's true? There's actual Gods?" Harry asked ever the more curious.

"Yes, but these were but powerful sages. People much like today's muggle's leaders. They held considerable influence back then, the Immortals being the very first of the wizards created a power vacuum when they defied them. The Vitaens were allies, at first but then the Immortals had to do something drastic to insure the weren't going to be wiped out. In vain, unfortunately. The Splice were also a race of humanoids that were created by the Gods for the sole purpose of eradicating the Immortals. Fortunately Splicers weren't given sensitivity to magic, instead what they lacked in magic made up in ingenuity. They became so intelligent they had started a war with the Gods, utilizing a successful silent coup.

"The God's were angry about the fall of their power and so blamed the Immortals, blame well placed, and went on a genocide which they led themselves, but failed. Instead their final insult was branding all Immortals a curse that way they would be forever known to the world. A brand you obtained yesterday." Seraph held out his arm, palms up, to Harry. It took a while for a burning white insignia to appear on Seraph's creamy pale skin. The literally burning brand was a winged cross that had several symbols covering it. Translucent white flames dancing on the edge of the tattoo like brand.

"The coat of arms of the Gods. There was another curse was by the Splicers before we exterminated them. Their curse was more genetic than magic. To see truth in everything," he pointed to his eyes. "Then the Vitaens had put a curse as well, to always speak the truth. Father, mother, Leon, Etoile, you, and I are bond to tell the truth. However, it's more of a hindrance than an actual curse. We don't have to actually answer questions and even then we have different ways of expressing truths. For example: a person can ask my name but my truth says it's James Shepherd, when in fact it's Seraph. As long as it is your truth you will not be subjugated to the pains of expressing yourself with ill contempt. But I'm sure it'll help you change into a better liar, so to speak. I think I should stop, I was pretty sure Lucifer wanted to explain this to you."

Harry wanted to test the lying bit out. "I have to tell the truth, even when I don't want to?"

Seraph nodded.

"Ask me a question." He challenged.

Harry obliged.

"How old is Lucifer?"

"He is currently seventy-three."

Harry gawked. Harry had never known how old Lucifer was because it never came up (training and all), Lucifer looked much younger not even looking he passed his prime.

"So we're all Immortals?" he asked.

Seraph looked reluctant but answered nevertheless, "Yes and no, we're descendants of the House of Umbra. A house of powerful Immortals who didn't much care for reproducing with other Immortals. Not that other Immortals were particularly interested in that topic like today's wizards. As long as you're accepted as a member of this family you're a Shadow. Which in turn means we're mixed bloods, whether or not we have immortality has not been determined, it could be speculated that we have longevity but immortality? I'm not sure. Though for certain you and I will live a long life. Father may have more information."

Well if he fudged taking out Voldemort after the destruction of his Horcruxes then at least all he had to do was wait it out for him to die of natural causes Harry thought.

Seraph must have sensed Harry's revelation because he quickly dismissed that claim.

"Harry you won't fail in your mission against Voldemort. Your magic is unbelievably stronger than his. It's Plagus you have to worry about."

"True but at least I know I can outlast Voldemort," he smiled.

"If Plagus gets what he wants I don't think any of us will outlast the death of Jinxy."

Harry gave a confused look, "Who's Jinxy?"

"Etoile's lynx."

Harry eyed Seraph briefly a funny feeling wanted him to ask a question but resisted. "Ah, moreover how are "we" going to help Nova exactly? I know what I'm doing but Lucifer... er, father was a bit lax on your own involvement."

"If he didn't explain it then I don't think I should." Seraph said simply.

Harry tried even harder with his questions.

"Do you know who Plagus is?" he tried hopefully.

Raising an eyebrow Seraph answered, "You know I'd tell if I knew, I'm also sure if any of us knew we'd tell you. So no I don't know who it is, Plagus is an enigma at best."

He didn't want to make it sound like he didn't trust them just that he was curious if the lying bit was true or not, then again he didn't really understand how he was testing him by asking the question.

"Sorry, didn't mean to insinuate anything negative."

"It's not a problem Harry, I can understand how being part of a new family you barely know can be daunting. However, I think you have got to liven up. It seems all our conversations were taken from some type of play that involves horses and being naked with it,"chuckled Seraph.

"Give me a few weeks I'll work on it. And, a question, what kind of play is that?" Harry asked in revulsion.

"Hogwarts has had years of having numerous plays played in the great hall that included having a boy ride with a horse..."

When Seraph saw Harry's eyes bulge he quickly retracted and said, "You know what, nevermind." Which gained a sigh of relief from Harry.

"Come, let's go meet your new brother."

Harry followed Seraph to the foyer where a Lady and boy entered the door, they dropped several bags on the floor.

"We're home!" The boy called out. He was handsome, more so. From his black mane to his piercing eyes the boy was the equivalent to a male Veela, a Veela that even Veela would fall for, Harry was sure that if any woman was to look upon him the butterflies they would gain would tear them from the inside like some grotesque parasite and would make any man reach the point of becoming bloodthirsty from envy.

The boy he guessed to be Leon looked up with bright hazel eyes, large white canines prominent in his smile. A vampire? He thought. He ran up to Harry and hugged him.

"You must be Harry!" he said when he released him. "I've been away with mother on business so we weren't present for your coming but I'm sure we'll be the best of brothers. Unlike Lucifer here." He sneered the last part playfully.

"Right, you might want to watch out Harry if you let Leon snare you in his manipulations you'll never be able to get rid of him. He may seem harmless but all Leon is is a womanizing git that doesn't know how to die." Seraph warned.

"He's just mad that I know how to play up a woman's heart and I turned him down when he asked me to help him. Such fragile little things I says to him, 'it's hard enough that I know what they want to want they'd be in a worse situation if you did,' I told him."

This made Seraph blush slightly before Leon could continue with his confusing rant Seraph interrupted him, "Bah! Hiss, hiss, leave this place!" Harry was amused by the display of brotherly affection even though the affection soon turned into a pushing contest.

"Now boys what have I told you about teasing one another? This is a house not a zoo," a stern but tired voice scolded. The woman walked up, she was gorgeous, not surprising but what was was the next piece of amusement.

"Harry, this is mother." He indignantly stated quickly when Leon threw a grocery bag at him.

"No need to introduce us Seraph, I can do it myself. Hello Harry, my name is Is'sabell Nivose Shadow (Pronounced: Iss, as in kiss, Saa-bell/ Nee Vaase, as in classical British pronouncement of Vase) Seraph can be too polite sometimes. Often he'd forget that I have a voice of my own," smiled Is'sabell.

Seraph grumbled and went to put away the groceries with Leon.

"Hopefully my Dear of a Husband has treated you accordingly?" She asked absentmindedly.

"More than I wish. Excuse me but I hardly doubt you're anywhere near fifty." Still aghast by her beauty.

"I would say the same to you, but I'm sure we all know you're not really fourteen," said Is'sabell. She carried two large bags with ease to the kitchen. "Hopefully your hungry." She gave a hopeful smile. Harry felt positive energy bouncing off her like crazy. It was the type of charismatic aura that Molly Weasley had, except this time it was magnified a thousand fold.

This energy had Harry smiling dumbly. He nodded in a giddy and almost dumb fashion. When she turned away her charm had left along with her. He then noted how excruciatingly hungry he was then he thought back to his last meal. Including his time at limbo, he hasn't eaten in thirty years, one month and twenty days exactly. His stomach growled angrily at him.

His new mother must have heard the growl, "Hmm... I know exactly what to make for that." She then went on preparing the meal with lightning speed. Not once using magic. She looked back at Harry and politely told him that dinner was a surprise and that she hates spoilers. This effectively threw him out of the kitchen which had him pulled by Leon.

"Might want to prepare yourself, we eat more than the average sausage eating champion of the world." Harry raised an eyebrow.

Leon looked apprehensive then realised what he said. "Ha! Didn't think that one through."

Harry didn't know whether he was joking or actually being serious until he heard Is'sabell yell "Breakfast!"

A feast had appeared on the grand dinning table. Harry's mother had made enough food to feed the Burrow's inhabitants twice and all in less than two hours which he thought impossible.

"Small breakfast today?" Lucifer came up behind Is'sabell. He quickly kissed her and sat down in a chair.

"Small?" Harry questions.

"By our standards, yes. Our metabolism is exceptionally difficult to control. We burn fats a lot faster than the average person. So to compensate we eat a lot more." Seraph answered.

Lucifer and Etoile already started eating. They were using proper eating etiquette but were fast and cut large portions of food. Harry followed suit, then Seraph followed by Leon and Is'sabell. He finally understood the need for the large amount of food. Harry ate at least a dozen Egg in the Baskets and his hunger was still painful.

Lucifer had summoned an aluminium bottle and handed it to Harry. He leaned back on his chair as he explained what it was, "It's tea, drink at least a cup every day, it'll help with purging your taint. It should keep you from experiencing any of the symptoms, if you do increase the dosage by a quarter of a cup. Anymore than what you're used to and you'd might as well be drinking acid understand?"

Harry nodded and immediately uncorked the bottle and gulped down a cup of the liquid. The pain in his stomach ceased a little and the tea had him cough. The tea was strong and minty, it opened his nasal passages and each intake of air hurt his nose.

Lucifer laughed, "Wow! Didn't know you'd do that! I should have warned you that it's affect is equal to that of wasabi!" This earned him a smack behind the head from Is'sabell.

After the hearty breakfast Harry no longer hungered instead he quickly tried to plan how to get back at Lucifer.

"Have you heard about the Quidditch World Cup?" Lucifer said after he stopped laughing.

Nasal still hurting he shook his head.

"Bagman got hit with an Expulso during the Death Eater raid. Explosion took his finger. Nova also got stunned during after the chaos. And there might be some problems with the tournament."

"What kind of problems?" snot had run down his nose which made Etoile choke on her own tea.

Smiling brightly at his misfortune Lucifer said, "I intend to find out."

When he heard that 'his-self' got stunned made him angry for some unknown reason, all he really wanted to do then was to get the bastard Death Eaters but thought better of it.

What is this feeling he thought to himself. He didn't have a theory but that made it even more disconcerting. He decided to not think about it.

"Well isn't that just bloody brilliant?"

The next few days passed quickly, Lucifer and Seraph had maintained the promise of Other World Lucifer and continued his training. However the training was more review than anything, also sparse advise was given on how to act like a teen which didn't last long until Lucifer just told Harry to "be yourself."

"If being myself means driving attention to Dumbledore and leading to a punch in the face by my Other World self then I'd rather not do this at all."

Seraph and Etoile sighed.

Etoile spoke up for the first time, since coming to see the training she just sat at a corner, to the nervous wreck of a fifty year old, "I'm sure you'll do grand, if you wanted to you can woo any girl by merely standing in pose."

Harry hung his head in defeat not knowing how to reply to that. He didn't know why he was nervous, he shouldn't be, he created the greatest unknown scheme in the world a scheme worthy of Dumbledore, Slytherins, and Lucifer himself. Okay, maybe not Lucifer but only because he helped with the finer details Harry thought, but it was still a pretty sick plan.

"Come on, day after tomorrow is September the first. Briefly, first phrase of Operation Excessive Hogwarts," said Lucifer.

"Meet Nova Evanescence Potter. Make sure she acknowledges me, much less get her to know me. Which would probably not work because of the Triwizard tournament." Harry paced back and forth trying to picture himself meeting, well, "herself."

"Second phase?" asked Seraph.

"Protect her from anybody and most likely everybody. Try to stay out in the shadow as much as possible. Make sure she gets in the tournament that way Voldemort continues with his plan.

"Third?" Etoile asked.

"I will send letters that will tell her how to win the Tasks. And if anything changes I'll just message her just the same. After the Tasks I'll replace that damned trophy and apparate to the graveyard and take care of Peter and capture Voldemort."

"And lastly?" They said in unison.

"Find and destroy the Horcruxes. And then I'll be gone of Voldemort. By the way have you figured out if I'm a Horcrux or not?"

Lucifer with his facial complexions simply stated, "Yes, and it seems Nova again is the Horcrux and not you."

This disheartened Harry considerably. How would he get rid of the Horcrux without killing her? The only reason he lived Voldemort's killing curse last time was because he accepted death and his love had saved his life. Even then he had chosen quite reluctantly to go back and that was with Dumbledore's help. Nova in the other hand would not get such a prepared chance of living, at least without gaining a certain taint that he'd rather she not gain.

"We'll find a way, Harry. Father will make sure." Etoile assured him. But even then she gave a sad look.

Harry shrugged, he didn't want to show that he was concerned, he could do that whenever, right now he was more concerned about a certain witch.

He spent the majority of that night dreaming about that certain witch. She was clouded in shadow and running towards him. But the distance was increasing. He ran towards her as well, the distance increasing.

He needed to protect her, needed to make sure she was alright and safe. He felt her pain, her despair, and her sorrow. Harry decided to clear her grievances, to make sure she laughed, embrace her, but the distance kept him from doing so.

The distance between you shall lessen

When the lives between you becomes one.

Born as the seventh month dies

The choice of death of a shadow

Will appear as the seventh month dies.

A/N Hey this is a good cliffy ain't it? This was going to be much more longer than it is right now which included having the Shadows at the World Match. However, I thought it would've been prudent and redundant to do so since I made a draft and read it through only to find it would make better sense to not go. Please review accordingly or I might start thinking you guys just don't like my writing. I mean if you took the time to go on my profile and favorite me what's so hard about writing a review saying Good job? or this part of the story doesn't make sense to me can you help me? or maybe even, help I've fallen and I can't get up! Constructive criticism helps me write a better story because in all honesty I know for a fact I could have spent a few more hours on this and added better dialogue or something. But anyways I cannot wait to get to the next Chapter because I'm changing the point of view. Which I'll do quite a bit from this point on. I also wanted to make this 10,000 words but I found out that it'd be strenuous for eyes to read that much so hence the absence of the World Cup. So yeah, oh Bronies should come out of the closet and review your pride... or shame... on my review page! I need cookies and cookies helps mah tummy and mah tummy needs help! Soo give me cookies, mah cookies come in packages called reviews ={

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