A/N: As it was already written beforehand, I give you the official chapter 1 of this little story. I probably had a bit too much fun with creating some of these snippets but when the muse comes knocking you don't shut the door in her face. Hope you all enjoy it and yes, these are a few clues as to what he will be up to in the future.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and will never profit from this little fiction.

Chapter 1: Infinity and Beyond

-23rd Alternate Reality-

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived was currently sitting in the library of Hogwarts. He was in his 4th year at this point in time and it had been two weeks since he arrived in this reality. It had taken about three different timelines with the following deaths to understand that he was indeed not losing his mind and that this was also not hell. At least not the kind he was familiar with.

Unlike what one might expect when one finds himself at the other end of the killing curse, waking up afterwards had been painless to say the least.

He had been in his third year in that second reality then, and many things hadn't made much sense.

Hermoine Granger, his best female friend, had died a year earlier from the Basilisk's gaze and Ron never again spoke another word with him after he was too late to rescue Ginny. The resurrection of a younger Riddle who was soon after in turn killed by an enraged McGonagall was something he would have never thought possible.

He had spent over a year stumbling around before eventually dying once the Tri-Wizard tournament came around again in his fourth year. It had been a rather gruesome death too, with that horntail biting him nearly in half on his broom.

Each time he died he ended up in a different world with slightly different events and facts.

Finding out what was different from before was the only way to stay alive long enough to change things, but after his fourth failed attempt with more people than ever before dying, he had given up.

Not because he no longer cared, but because he had to accept that he wasn't equipped to deal with some of the things the universe liked to throw his way. The truth was, other than passable dueling against the average Death Eater, Harry knew next to nothing about magic or its culture.

And without Ron by his side to distract him from learning, he discovered a thirst for knowledge that could have rivaled Hermione's in her worst moments.

Not being in mortal peril every single second of his life did wonders for his psyche too once he got used to the whole 'dying and starting over from scratch' thing.

The things that changed when he arrived in an alternate reality were some of the most random and disturbing things he had ever seen prior to his first death, and that said something.

Harry was thankful that at least in this one everything seemed to be somewhat normal.

This thought however quickly evaporated when he felt a large hand landing on his thigh while he was reading, with a certain person's voice whispering in his ear in a way that made him nearly physically sick.

"Potter, it seems like you have been ignoring me and not been attending our weekly detentions like I told you to." Severus Snape murmured in a sultry voice close to his ear. "That will be another month with me and this time I will not be gentle with you. You better show up tonight or it will only get worse." The man's hand had slowly been massaging his crotch during the speech in a deliberate manner and Harry had to use every ounce and scrap of Occlumency he had learned over the timelines to keep himself from reacting, both physically and violently.

"Understood, sir." He replied in a steady tone. Only after another squeeze and nod did the greasy haired potions professor leave his presence.

Harry was staring at the book in his hands unseeingly, finally connecting the dots as to what just happened.

Glancing at the words on the cover one last time to help his improving memory aided by his Occlumency to keep them in mind, he pulled his wand, pointed it at his own face and let his emotions reign free.

"Avada Kedavra."

-74th Alternate Reality-

"And with an absolutely gigantic lead, Gryffindor wins the game with Four-thousand-two-hundred and fourty to two-hundred and ten against Slytherin!" The voice of Lee Jordan finally announced after a six-hour long game on the pitch.

Harry had watched the entire thing and could only shake his head. He had always known that the game was biased towards the seeker in a way, but to give the winning team over four thousand points whenever the snitch was caught made this only a 'who has the better seeker' competition.

For now, at least in Harry's opinion, his only gripe with this reality were the quidditch rules, which were skewed to high hell and back.

Seriously, what was the point of even watching the entire team to begin with?

-122nd Alternate Reality-

"Ron! Oh god! Breath Ron, breath!" A sobbing Hermione screamed during breakfast one morning in the great hall. Harry, who had distanced himself from those that were once important to him each time he arrived in a new world, watched the entire thing a few seats away with a mix of fascination and awe.

Ronald Billius Weasley, always known for having a big appetite no matter what time of the day, had evidently tried to inhale an entire roast chicken without chewing.

Just looking at the way his throat and chest bulged from the food made one wonder if the boy had unhinged his jaw like a snake to fit something that big down his gullet. The implications alone that Ron knew how to use his mouth and throat in such a way were not happy thoughts.

Ron on the other hand was currently clawing at his own chest and neck while his face colored a Vernon Dursley shade of purple. Students and Professors alike stood around the poor lad in a half circle with wide eyes and the laughter and jeering of one Draco Malfoy could be heard above the gasps and screams of all others. Why no one had tried to vanish the thing that was currently killing the Weasley boy, Harry would never know, and so he simply watched their pitiful attempts of saving the gluttonous child, without really getting anywhere at the end of the day.

Wizards and their logic.

-159th Alternate Reality-

It had taken a long time for Harry to get over his shyness and to follow his more baser instincts and desires. Opening his eyes to the sunlight that was falling through the window on his right, he couldn't help but glance at the body lying next to him in bed.

Septima Vector. Generally, not someone Harry had ever interacted with in his first life except for a few words each year. She had always struck him as strict and cold in personality. If someone told him this woman was the same closet pervert that he stumbled upon some 10 or so realities back, he would have laughed in their face.

But the truth spoke louder than words.

Many things changed each time he died, but this was one of the constants. Septima Vector was a lonely woman with certain needs, that much he had discovered easily. That she was warm, friendly and caring as well as loving once you got beneath her shell was an entirely different matter.

Feeling her stirring next to him he glanced into a pair of dark brown eyes that were currently studying him like she sometimes did one of her arithmancy problems.

"Morning love," he whispered, only to then stretch a hand towards her and push a loose strand of raven black hair out of her face and behind her ear. It brought a smile to his face when he saw her blink a few times before her cheeks visibly colored. The shy but genuine smile on her face helped too.

"Morning Harry," she replied before leaning forward and kissing him softly on his lips.

"You know that we can't keep doing this, don't you?" Septima said once she leaned back with a quirked eyebrow.

"I see no problem so long as we both don't tell, and isn't it a bit late to say that now? It has been nearly two years since I practically lived in this bed. When are you going to start being honest with yourself my dear Septima?" He teased with a knowing smile as he watched her avoid his gaze, the same red coloring her cheeks again.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She huffed before turning around.

This was a mistake, as she wasn't prepared for what followed. Quicker than she could react he had turned and pinned her to the bed while looming over her with an evil little smile on his face as his hands started moving up and down her naked form.

"You do know that I am not letting anyone ever see you like this again except for me, don't you? You are mine and its time you admit it my love!" He hissed as he watched her struggle half-heartedly for a few seconds before surrendering to his touch and letting out a soft meowl when he began to tease her mounds.

"Look at me and tell me I am wrong." Harry demanded as he stopped his ministrations.

Emerald green met dark brown for several tense seconds before her features softened and a coy smile made itself apparent on her face.

"You love playing the role of the alpha male Harry and a woman has to play hard to get if she wants her man to be interested in her for the long run." The teasing grin that now adorned her lips withered somewhat when she noticed the burning gaze that focused on her once her words left her mouth.

Gently, as if afraid that she would break under his touch, Harry cupped her beautiful face between his hands as he stared deeply into her soul and began to speak.

"I, Harry James Potter, will only take Septima Vector as my sexual partner and there will be no other for as long as I live, so mote it be." He finished speaking and could see her eyes widen to the size of saucers when she clearly felt the flash of magic wash over her, once the oath was finished.

The look she was giving him once he let go of her face was filled with intense emotions and she stayed quiet for a long time as they simply stared at one another.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he could feel her moving beneath him as her legs opened and spread before him invitingly. He watched the dripping sensuality at her lower region with a hungry gaze and only her sultry voice snapped his eyes back to her face.

"You Harry, deserve a very big reward. Come and get it, tiger." And just like that he spent the weekend in the arms of his lover.

Septima herself spoke the same oath to him mere days later.

It was then that he decided that whenever he had reached a reality and power as well as knowledge level that was acceptable, he would not forget to make sure that they were once again together. It would take time to get there sure, but he could wait and had become very patient over the decades. Septima Vector was his and no one else was allowed to lay their hands on her. Not as long as he still had a single breath in his throat. The same was true for the others too.

-248th Alternate Reality-

"… because I am Lord Voldemort, ruler of Magical Britain!" The clearly insane man before him finished. It had taken him a good five minutes too.

"And now, say hello to our dear guest. Harry Potter!" With a swirl of his dark cloak he pointed a single bony finger in his general direction and turned towards him, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Unlike what he had been expecting, namely finding Harry tied against his father's grave, his sworn enemy instead stood leaning against it with crossed arms and a single raised eyebrow.

"Finally done playing to the crowd Tommy-boy? Took you long enough. I was starting to think you had forgotten about me." It amused Harry to see the twitch in the man's left eye as Voldemort turned to his most loyal of followers, Wormtail.

"Did I not order you to bind him properly you insufferable fool!? Crucio!" Barely had the word left his mouth while pointing his wand, the small balding man was already writhing on the ground while screaming his lungs out.

"Wow, talk about bad temper after being resurrected only thanks to that little guy. Ever gotten any written complaints about how you treat your little club? Although, I have to admit that if you reward everyone who steps out of line like that then it's no wonder so many denounced you when you disappeared. Torturing those that serve you is a pretty bad policy."

The dozen or so Death Eater's that had followed the Mark's call stood silently around Harry and their Master who abruptly ended his spell when the Boy-Who-Lived taunted him once again. As he slowly turned to those emerald green's he swore that it would be for the last time.

"Brave to the point of suicidal. Godric Gryffindor would be proud. But are you as honorable as him too? How about we have a little duel, just to settle our differences of course."

There was a cruel smile on Voldemort's pale lips that stretched them incredibly thin and allowed his razor-sharp teeth to sparkle in the night air.

"Sure." Harry replied with a thin smile to the surprise of those surrounding them.

With the Death Eaters forming a loose circle, both Harry and Voldemort entered a combat ready stance.

"Any last words?" The Dark Lord taunted, evil glinting in his red eyes like the twinkle of a certain headmaster.

"Just two. Avada Kedavra." Before anyone had time to react as those famous words left the lips of the Boy-Who-Lived with no one expecting them, not even the Dark Lord himself, a flash of green quickly blinded everyone involved.

Once it was gone, all that remained was the crumpled form of the freshly resurrected Lord Voldemort lying dead on the ground.

Eyes bulged behind masks, breathing picked up and quivered. It even went so far that some of the gathered got weak knees and mumbled incoherently as they stared at the 14-year-old teen.

"Well that was anticlimactic, should have done that years ago, really. Now if only I could get to that cup and I would be done here but no, damn goblin wards." Harry mumbled before turning and disapparating with a soft plop.

It would be hours later that the Death Eaters that witnessed their Lord's demise with their own eyes were brave enough to follow suit.

-344th Alternate Reality-

Occlumency.

It was something Harry had hated ever since Snape tried to 'teach' it to him. Imagine his surprise when he found out in one early alternate reality that what the man had done under Dumbledore's orders was not only worth a stay in Azkaban but also the exact opposite of how you learned the art.

He had, in a sense, flayed Harry's natural shields until nothing was left. It was no wonder that there were more and more visions that assaulted him after the fact than ever before.

This naturally threw up a few very pointed questions towards a particular Headmaster and as to why he allowed this to happen.

Harry had always known that the man manipulated him, even in his first life. But the depth and breadth of the man's schemes that he managed to uncover painstakingly thanks to countless different realities, comparing stories and the use of more Veritaserum than existed in any single world ever, helped his search for answers along quite a bit.

Slowly but surely, thinking back to everything that happened with the help of his Occlumency, comparing past events he knew definitely happened and questioning the people that participated with either Legilimency or an unforgivable or two, he found the web of the bearded one.

And what a spider web it was. Complex, convoluted and completely insane. Those were the 3 C's he liked to use whenever Harry thought of what he had found out.

Ever since Tom Riddle appeared under his new name, Dumbledore knew he had to do something to stop this new Dark Lord from rising.

His fear was so great of having to kill another person however, that he stayed his hand time and time again, letting others take the fall instead while always retreating.

And ground the Dark Lord found after a few battles. Much of it too.

He had dug his claws deep into the hearts and minds of the population before the Headmaster realized his mistake. Soon enough there was no one willing to fight anymore, only hiding and cowering were options now.

Even Albus Dumbledore himself was starting to despair as he tried to think of any plan or scheme, use any and all means necessary to stop the change that was about to hit the magical and muggle world like a ton of bricks.

That he forced countless families into the depths of hell with his actions never even crossed the old man's mind. So much lost and only very little gained.

It was then.

At the darkest hour, a miracle happened. The prophecy fell into Dumbledore's lap.

And for the Greater Good, many would have to live in suffering so that one Albus Dumbledore could lead the people once again with him at the head of the nation.

That a certain orphan baby would have to die like cattle after being trained to do its one stunt while another baby was orphaned thanks to its parents being tortured into insanity was a small price to pay, all things considered.

Because at the end of the day, it was all for the Greater Good of Albus Dumbledore.

Only that cursed ring threw a wrench into the man's plans.

With his life nearing its end he decided to take as many with him as he could. By not passing on the most vital of information and only leaving a trail of bread crumbs he indeed succeeded in that endeavor. The man wanted to die as a martyr for good instead of the vile and manipulative person he was deep down all along.

Harry himself however had other plans.

Despite how much he had grown to loath the man, he had to admit there was one thing that they both enjoyed.

Scheming for another's demise was, as he had discovered, one of his favorite pastimes.

And plans he schemed indeed.

-549th Alternate Reality-

With a careful hand, Harry etched another line into the stone floor beneath him, making sure not to deviate by even a millimeter.

It had been countless realities ago that he started to research runes.

Learning them was something he had done long ago, one of the first things he did even, when he discovered that this was an opportunity to do things he had missed the first time around.

But there was a difference between learning and researching.

Nearly everyone used runes and rune combination called clusters that proved to work and were generally safe, as long as one gets the etching part right.

Inventing new runes or combining volatile ones was a slow process, further turning into a snail's pace by the frequent magical explosions that claimed many a genius' lives.

If it wasn't for Harry's circumstances he would never be able to freely experiment like this considering that even with those 'safe' runes there were countless accidents and deaths each year.

With one final scratch, he finished the last cluster and smiled in pride.

Said smile lasted for about half a second before the entire thing lit up in a flash of magic and violently exploded.

His last thought in that reality was that he would have to change a few things once again if he ever wanted to get this right.

-591st Alternate Reality-

To say that Harry was surprised was an understatement when he arrived in this reality.

He had seen many things that he thought impossible or at least improbable, but to wake up as a scion of the most Ancient and Noble house of Black instead of Potter was indeed a strange twist of fate. Let's not even take into account that he entered this reality at his birth, the earliest he had ever started. No, what really threw him for a loop was that he had been born twenty years earlier than his actual birth date.

That he was the brother of Sirius and Regulus, Cousin of Narcissa, Bellatrix and Andromeda came as a troubling realization. What this gave him however, that came as a most positive surprise, was information.

A lot of it.

As far as he could tell, other than his untimely birth, there was little to no deviation of the timeline before his original birth.

He went to Hogwarts with his new family, learned the family magic that was at best borderline dark, gleaned info on some of his enemies and soaked it all up like a sponge.

Harry had long since lost any notion with there being a difference between light and dark magic. Sure, light magic tended to be a lot less lethal and some of the darker magics could be highly addictive or corrosive to the mind but other than that it was always the intent of the caster that determined if the wizard or witch was of light or dark. Not the magic.

Many would agree to disagree with that, one such prime example being Albus Dumbledore, but Harry had not the two Knuts to care what the old goat thought of him after his long list of manipulations and schemes that Harry had managed to uncover over the alternate realities.

That both Narcissa and Bellatrix turned out to be much more pleasant company than he first thought, without a certain Malfoy and Dark Lord twisting their minds and dreams into something they were not, in the end did surprise our unfortunate protagonist.

It was with a smile that he left that particular world, certain about his hunch and views and already implementing a few extra plans for his great scheme to deliver each person on his rather long list their just desert once he finally settled on a reality that fit the bill.

-733rd Alternate Reality-

With a relived sigh, so unlike the tortured screams from minutes before, a certain Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump crumpled to the ground. His robes, previously of a neon purple color with moving pictures of arithmantic formulas drifting up and down his form, were now ripped and torn with blood quelling out of various injuries, soaking the cloth.

A figure of a young boy with unruly black hair stood over him, wand still pointed at the now prone man and a manic grin plastered on his face as his killing curse green eyes sparkled with delight.

"Thank you very much Professor. I have to admit, without your help I would have never been able to find out about that ritual your old friend Grindelwald used to get his Occlumency to master level in only a short two weeks."

With but a flick of his wand the body of the most powerful wizard of his time brutally slammed into the oak desk behind him with a loud moan escaping the trembling lips of the aged man.

"I do apologize Professor. I know this might hurt now and what I have done will not be forgiven but I am doing it… how did you and your friend always call it… oh yes, for the Greater Good."

Unable to stifle the smile that spread once again over his face, Harry quickly sent the old man on his next great adventure as he would soon enough go on his own. Only that his would be of a different nature of course, there was still much to do after all.

-846th Alternate Reality-

Letting out a low growl, Harry ignored the scathing look that the goblin threw his way and once again began the recasting of the molten iron. He had been living with that particular race underground for nearly half a year now and learning from them was not easy or as rewarding in knowledge as he once thought.

They were stingy with what they knew about forging and magic, unwilling to show their craft and creed to one such as him, a human wizard. He would give them 5 years.

If they still hadn't opened any of their doors to invite him in by then he would rip the knowledge from every single one of their minds, be they man, woman or child.

Patience was something he had learned long ago, and he was nothing if not patient. Wasting his time however was not something he liked to do, so for his sanity, and especially their own, he hoped that they would not test him as so many before them had tried to do.

Throwing another calculating look at the bubbling liquid, he judged it ready and prepared his tools as well as a bucket charmed to always be full of water.

Giving a quick wave of his hand, the iron flew up into the air and settled into the laid-out molds before settling.

He would have to wait for 2 hours before reheating the then cast iron once again to form it to his will. Magic would have to be pounded into the unwilling material by his own hands, that much he had figured out on his own by watching the goblins.

The 'how' was his current problem and it agitated him to no end.

He was seriously starting to hope that they would not help him in these five years. There was after all nothing better for relieving stress than breaking the minds of an entire race to calm any anger or hate that flared to life. The thought alone brought a smile to his face that frightened even the hardiest of goblin warriors that passed by his forge.

Oh, if only they knew.

A/N: Notice how Harry's personality started to slowly shift during his travels? Yeah, me neither.