Denotes Magic's Realm

:Magic talking:

"Harry talking"

Harry slid in and out of consciousness, when he was fully aware, he found himself surrounded by lovely furnishings, the curtains, bedclothes, even the pajamas were made of silk, the walls a neat crème color and the bed was huge.

"And so, the beauty awakes." Lucius Malfoy drawled, stepping into the room.

"What do you want?" Harry snarled sitting up, ignoring the headache that throbbed at his temples, probably from the binding 'cuffs being removed and his magic returning too quickly from its drained state.

"Tsk…Tsk, little one, I plan on doing nothing to you; Severus requested I help you." Malfoy sneered as he conjured himself a chair beside the bed Harry was in.

"Why, I am nothing to him." Harry glared at the man, hopping to play on the Muggleborn story.

"Ah, but you are wrong Mr. Potter," Harry flinched, guess not then. "You are his son. Of course, I owe you as well; you tried to save my son, even though he tried to kill you."

"You owe me nothing, Malfoy, he died, and I am nothing to Snape, nothing."

"You are a foolish child, Potter," A voice sneered as the bat himself stepped in. "You are our Hero, and we failed you, we owe you every thing, Lucius and I intend to repay you for the life you gave us, and to return yours to you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked with wide eyes.

"What are the full names of those you call out to?" Snape asked.

"Why should I tell you?" Harry asked defensively, pulling his knees up to his chest to wrap his arms around them.

"We are going to tell them what is going on." Snape said in the tone he used for when he had spoken to any student not in Slytherin, Harry felt like the dunderhead Snape had so often called him.

"I do not even know if they are alive and well." Harry whispered looking at his knees.

"Tell us what has happened since you left." Lucius prompted and so Harry spoke.

He told about meeting Heero, the calls during training, the letters during the war, his escape, how he had easily wormed his way into Heero's family, finding out who his father was, and falling in love, and when he spoke of his lovers he had a soft smile on his face.

"So, you are better off there, you found the family that you never had here." Snape muttered.

"I had a family here too, you are all that remained, and I knew that if I stayed, even in Azkaban, you would try to save me, I didn't want you to waste your second chance, not for me." Harry said. "I was her child, yes, but you have no obligation to me."

"You had no one."

Harry smiled, "I had enough to get me through, so my family was dysfunctional, I didn't care, so my friends were using me, I got back at them. Harry Potter is dead and dead he will remain. He deserves his rest, he earned it and his scars tell the story. Let him rest."

"Our world is falling to ruins." Malfoy said.

"And what would you have me do, Malfoy?" Harry asked looking at the man blankly. "Would you have me lay my life on the ground, again, for a world that would have killed me as soon as I was no longer needed? This world has done nothing to help me, why should I help them?"

"Because they need you to." The woman's voice caught him by surprise, it was soft, a mere whisper.

"'Cissa, you should be in bed." Malfoy jumped up to help his pale wife stay standing.

Harry looked at her and knew she was right, she was nearing her mid-forties and Harry could see the round curve of her pregnancy, from Snape he had learned that it had been luck and watchful care that had seen her and Draco through the pregnancy that brought Draco into the world.

"And what can I do?" Harry asked as Malfoy began to usher her away.

"Appeal to the Magic, you are the strongest wizard that has been seen in the last ten years, the only one that can use Will Magics, you have her ear more than any other."

"Whose?"

"The Giver of Magic.'

"Gaia." Harry muttered. "I will need to meditate, then."

The three nodded and left the room, Harry lay back closed his eyes and was gone.

Harry turned in a circle, he had never been here but everyone had seen pictures of it, Stonehenge, but why was he here?

:You are here because this is where Magic is centered: A feminine voice echoed through the clearing and bounced off the rocks.

Harry whirled around to look at the owner of the voice. She was beautiful, her hair was the color of the grass, and fell and danced like the limbs of a weeping willow in the wind, her eyes were clear water blue, her skin as pale as freshly fallen snow, and her lips the gentle pink color cast by the setting sun. She wore a dress of storm clouds and lightning, her voice like gentle rain and thunder at the same time, this was her, the Giver of Magic.

A tinkling chuckle echoed around him, :Yes, I am the Giver of Magic, but you are the only one who offered it back to me, so I have favored you:

Harry frowned, when had he offered it back to her?

:By preparing to die before your time, you were never meant to die, not for the likes of Tom, he squandered my gifts, you gave them back, so I returned you when you would have died, and sent you to those who would complete your soul. They wait and search for you, they and the others:

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, they were safe.

"That was not why I have come to you, my Lady, the Maglikans are hurting themselves, they created a rule of Vouching, one born into their would must Vouch for one born outside of it, and they are given the siring or bearing rights to the first child, as soon as they are able, it is a foolish rule. One of your faithful asked me to plead for them, I fear she pleads for the child she carries; her magic may be joining with you soon."

The woman paused :You do not plead for yourself:

"I do not plan on remaining, it is Magic I love, not their world, I plead for the Magic, with this doing they poison it, taint it, soon it will be a twisted, warped prison that they have entombed themselves in." Harry said quietly.

:You plead for the magic…: The Lady nodded, :Very well, your request will be seen to, My Favored:

And with that Harry was cast away from her, he fell and fell and fell, until his back hit something soft and solid.

Harry shot up gasping and Snape came rushing in.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he helped Harry lean back on the pillow.

"Feel horrid, what happened?" Harry gasped.

"After you began your meditation, you kind of left your body, it was like you went into a coma; your body was fine it was just missing its soul. Your soul came back yesterday, you were gone for four days, long enough to track down where you were taken from; your boys should be arriving soon." Snape explained, "And a Zechs and WuFei wish me to tell you that they are well."

Harry nodded, "Can I have a shower?"

"Can you stand?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I hate you, you frigid old bat." Harry deadpanned.

"What did she have to say?" He asked in return.

"She said my request would be seen to."

"What is wrong with that?"

"I don't remember requesting anything."

"Well, as soon as you came back those in charge and for the Vouching lost their Magic, there were ten wizards and two witches, they have been taken to the Muggle district, and Squibs have been doing magic left, right and, center."

"Even Filtch?" Harry asked wrinkling his nose.

"Even Filtch, but he seems to be trying to rebuild Hogwarts singlehandedly, he said it was what you would have wanted, said only you could have brought this along, only you had the Lady's ear."

"So, I am a Hero after death." Harry laughed.

"Well, he has to be okay, he's laughing." Duo's voice echoed through the door.

Harry grinned widely and Magic threw the door open and dragged Zechs and WuFei to him, Snape barely dodged the two flying men as they flew by him to be hugged by Harry.

"Glad to see you too." WuFei murmured as they hugged Harry tightly.

"Am I going to have to threaten them not to hurt you?" Snape asked.

"Well, considering Hero and Quatre have already done that, nope." Harry said.

"I will anyway. You break his heart and there won't be any body to find."

Harry burst into peals of laughter, Zechs raised an eyebrow that sent Harry into a gasping fit as he held up a finger to tell them to wait for an explanation.

Once Harry had finally caught his breath he smiled.

"Sorry about that, he told me the same whenever I got detention, told me he would make me potions ingredients, and then Zechs just looked so much like Malfoy that it was funny."

"Speaking of Malfoys, Narcissa seems to be well, all of a sudden, care to explain Mr. Potter?" Malfoy said as he strode into the room.

"Do you have to call me that, I'm not a Potter anyway, only by adoption."

"And what shall I call you instead?"

Several voices spoke up here drowning out each other.

"Let's go with Harry for now, we'll sort everything else out later."

AN: So I'm thinking of ending this soon, if I keep going it will go on and on and on and I'll lose interest and it'll never get done, I have an idea, but i kind of want to hear where you guys want it to end.

So this is the longest story i have ever typed, like ever, and whenever i go to type the next chapter I'm all, like, chapter 16 Where'd all the other ones go? Strange, right?

Reviewers are lovely and make me smile alot, like alot, Especially ones that say they love it, i'm glad you all like it and i'm sad to see it ending, but if i draw it out then it'll start annoying me, and i'll stop writing. This the lightest story i have ever posted, i think.