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Eyes closed and his sense stretched out, Harry focused on the small distance that spread out between him and the sleeping puppy. He could feel the thick twisted strand of magic that connected the both of them. The magic was intricate, something that, if cut might cause adverse effects. The ties needed to be carefully unwound, but it was something Harry would have to look at in depth before even attempting to unwind it.

He let out sigh, until then, though, he would need to keep the puppy as safe as he possibly could.

"I guess I have a pet," Harry muttered to himself as his wand started working in intricate motions.

An hour must have passed before Harry felt comfortable enough that he could leave the room he'd chosen for himself in the Mikaelson abode, Link followed, the link between him and Harry further increased by the Imperious Curse.

"Ncoo," Caroline cooed as Harry and Link entered the room. "Puppy." She started forward but the dog got low, mouth pulling back in a snarl and started to grow bigger.

Harry smiled a little. "That worked," he said.

"What did you do to him?" Caroline asked, a look of disappointment as she looked at what was now a giant puppy looking very upset.

"One part of a few protective measures," said Harry. "I'd explain, but something like this needs to be kept close to the chest."

Harry continued into the living room which was filled with two factions: the Founders Council and the resident supernatural creatures of Mystic Falls, sans the doppelgangers, a fact that many were pissed about but Harry was trying to ignore this as best he could, and the Bennett coven, something that Harry found unsettling.

"-to stop," Mayor Lockwood was saying as Harry entered. "Didn't we have countermeasures for this very reason?"

"The countermeasures were the witches' roles," Damon was saying very annoyed.

"Not to mention that Stanley's coven turned unexpectedly," Alaric added. "They're the ones that seemed to have dropped the first domino."

"I thought you said we could trust them," said Mayor Lockwood, a scowl directed at Harry. "I thought you said you could handle them, that all of this would be at least held back until the FBI agents left town. Now Sheriff Forbes tells me that more may be coming in. They're saying there's something that we're hiding."

"Which there sort of is," Harry commented as he took a seat next to Elizabeth. "Witchcraft and all that."

"That's not what I mean," Mayor Lockwood snapped. "Do you know how many houses have fallen because of that storm?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Twelve houses. Seven people dead because of some witch we thought was being kept an eye. We thought you would protect this town."

"And I did," said Harry. "But I was knocked out. I'm just as human as anyone else here. I have my limits and one of them is unconsciousness. I did think, though, that there were allies in the Bennett witches. Where were they when all this happened?"

Eyes turned to Randy and the man shifted. "They're busy with a spell," he said. "That's all they've told me at this point."

Mayor Lockwood shook her head, her rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I have to wonder what's the use of having you all here when you can't take care of a few witches," she muttered, but with so many people with supernatural senses this small fact didn't matter.

Damon snorted and Mayor Lockwood sighed. "We have problems," she said. "Which do we deal with first."

"Obviously the guy who took us all out without effort and is holding Elena and Stefan captive," said Alaric.

"Who is he, anyway?" asked Meredith.

"Markos," said Harry. "He helped me with my fuel problem for the spell to get me out of the Other Side, speaking of which, from now on, if anyone of us dies it's for keeps. The Other Side is gone."

"I thought you said we still had a month," said Caroline.

"Silas saw to it that it was stripped," said Harry. "I'm still not sure how, seeing as he didn't use the Expression triangle, but the man is a formidable wizard."

"One we should have killed," said Ezekiel.

"One who would have killed us," Galen corrected. "The man was powerful," he went on. "Which has me thinking that this was all a suicide mission from the beginning."

"But the same could not be said for him," said Ezekiel.

"I don't fight your battles for you, hunter," Harry interrupted. "More especially for some witch who, all this time, has been sitting in comfort and staying out of the head of things. Not to mention that my hands were forced in all this."

"What does that mean?" asked Caroline.

"Markos has plans for a pair of doppelgangers. It doesn't matter which as long as it was a pair. Elena was lucky enough that she was the last remaining, the same could not be said for Stefan so long as Silas was still around."

"Markos wanted you to kill Silas?" asked Lexi.

Harry nodded. "But he also wanted Qetsiyah dead. I thought I would forego putting myself in danger and let the two of them square off," he said. "Which is why Silas is still alive."

"So what about Elena?" asked Jeremy.

"Markos gave me his word he would not kill her, but he does need her blood for a spell. He said he would take a day at most before he gave her back."

"This spell, what will it do?" asked Mayor Lockwood. "God knows we can't have anything else like the storm."

"It's supposed to break a curse that was put on their coven a long time ago," said Harry. "But that's as far as I know anything."

"How are we going to stop them?" asked Damon. "Get Elena and my brother back?"

Harry didn't answer. But he could feel the eyes that were all on him. He disappeared with a rush of wind and appeared beside a lonely stretch of road.

There must have been a chill in the night but Harry didn't feel it as he flew in a large loop around the town, spending the time clearing his thoughts. Honestly, with all that had happened in the short amount of that it had, Harry was tired. One struggle to another without even a moment to breath, it was all tiring. The moments he spent in the sky were his own, away from all the troubles of the land below, that was, of course, until he saw the first house that had been torn apart by one of the bolts of lightning Caitlin had thrown at the town. The family that had lived here was now gone, holding temporary sleeping quarters at the town's sport's centre.

Harry changed and landed, his wand already finding his hand. This is the Elder Wand, he thought as his arm moved in a circular motion, it can even mend wands. "Reparo," he muttered not caring about the explanations that would need to be told about a house mysteriously fixing itself in the night. All that mattered now was that he was helping a family that had lost a home.

The house seemed to fall apart in reverse, rubble going into the air and coming to gather before finding their place in the house akin to a giant puzzle. Harry watched, the imagery spurring similar imagery from his past, he tried to push them aside but he was feeling a slight bit nostalgic. When it was done, he took off again and found another house, treating it with the same spell. This felt better than anything Harry had ever done, it was, objectively, good. No need for much deeper thought, where everything else there were two, even three sides to consider.

Stopping the Travellers would cause them undue harm, but they were getting Stefan and Elena's blood without their permission, there was wrong and there was right and Harry didn't feel himself strong enough to make the right decision.

"They can solve this on their own," he muttered to himself as he watched another house fall apart in reverse. "I'm no genius at the end of the day."

More houses fixed before his eyes fell on the last house: The Forbes residence. Elizabeth was one of the reason he was still in this town, his only mortal hold in everything. If he left now, he knew he would lose track of time and when he returned to Mystic Falls Elizabeth would already most likely have moved on. But Harry felt he needed to move away, Elizabeth would have been killed had she not been forced to vacate because of Markos. She, like Link, was Harry's weak link. The weakness his enemies would use when they couldn't get to him.

"Reparo," he muttered and he watched the house rebuild.

"You know," said a voice behind him, soft and as tired as his own, "I've always loved watching your spells at work." Lexi came to stand beside Harry, looking at the house too. "The colours, the words and the silly wand-motions, it's all childish and looks fun in a way."

"Except when a purple curse slams into you and tears you entrails out," said Harry.

"Except then," said Lexi. "But even so. I think I like you magic better than the one I've seen from the witches of these parts."

"I don't quite feel the same," said Harry. "Much as I loathe Boundary spells, I like the dynamic behind them. Functional and easy to repurpose." Harry sighed. "Not that I've had much time to think on that."

"Mystic Falls has that effect," she said. "It makes us forget what we want and gets us wrapped up in its own messes. Stefan returning to his human blood drinking ways, me dying, Bree losing her wits and you…"

"Me," said Harry. "I'm at the point where I don't know why I'm still here."

"Me," said Lexi. "Liz. Your wolves. You might not act like you like them, but the Hunters too. You feel as though if their curse could be broken you would have achieved what you wanted for Connor."

Harry swallowed. "You know, I haven't even fully dealt with all that," said Harry. "Haven't even had time to assign blame with everything." Harry spared Lexi a look, she hid it well, but Harry could see it, the agony that was veiled behind her eyes. "I can't bring him back," Harry said, his voice breaking.

"I know," said Lexi and the guilt settled as Harry saw the sign of a tear before it was gone so fast he thought he might have imagined it. "I'm going to get over it given time, I'm sure."

"What about Bree?" Harry asked and Lexi tensed, her eyes growing cold and her shoulders squaring.

"It took a lot out of me not to kill her," she said. "I don't know if I'll want to see her for a long time. A decade at most."

"I'm sure she wasn't acting of her own volition," Harry said but Lexi shook her head.

"She was. She might have been fuelled by loss, but at the end of the day she was perfectly lucid. I saw her want to move when Katerina was attacking Lee," her voice broke, "but ultimately she did nothing. She kept muttering she had plans, that she would create a portal that would lead her to Connor."

Harry let out a sigh. Would everything have been avoided if he had told Bree his theory on where Connor was? Would things at least have been different? Another sigh left him. Questions that, if allowed, would plaque him for some time. He pushed such questions in his vault, he wouldn't think on them for a very long time.

A flash of golden light and magic that almost sent Harry reeling. Both he and Lexi whirled around, Harry's hand closing tighter around his wand as his eyes met those of the unassuming man who looked at him with nothing but unadulterated disgust.

"Looking into those eyes," Harry said. "I'm getting the strongest feeling of déjà vu."

"Twice I have slain you, Master Death, and with my third strike you will be cast out of this universe."

"Good to know," said Harry. "Though I have to admit, the Fates have never been this direct with their manipulations to have me dead."

The man's face scrunched in disgust, his hand clenching over the silver stake that he held and a flare of power shooting off him in waves. "I am of the Lord," he said. "The Fates have no hand in how I act nor the decisions I make."

"You're an angel?" Lexi asked, her voice rising a few notches in surprise. "Angels exist?" the question was directed at Harry more than the man who stood before them.

Harry shrugged. "Honestly, I didn't even think God existed," he said. "Guess I'm wrong." But in the greater scheme of things, thing could work in his advantage. Maybe if he found God, a lot more would be explained to him, he'd know why he was the way he was, why he was being pulled from universe to universe when he died, and ultimately how he could stop it all. Be with his family, which would be sort of hard since one of his daughters was on another dimension, but he could work through that.

But, if the disgusted look the man was shooting him was any indication, Harry doubted God would be willing to hear him much less explain everything to him.

"Lex," said Harry. "I think you'd better leave."

Lexi shot Harry a confused look before she looked back at the angel. "No," she said, her voice shaky. "We'll kill him together."

The angel snorted before raising his free hand. In the moment it took the angel to raise his and poise his fingers to snap, three bolts of purple light had already left Harry's wand. The angel threw his stake, intercepting a spell, he flicked his hand and the stake changed direction and intercepted the two remaining spell. Harry waved his wand and called forth a barrier.

SNAP

Lexi exploded into a gory mess.

All the air left Harry's lungs, his Occlumency barriers shattering from an attack that came from within his own mind. Unadulterated anger spurred from Harry's stomach, moving through his entire body and exiting through his wand. The spell came out with an empty thud and cleared the distance with a shrill scream. The angel dodged, landing in a roll and quickly got to his feet. Harry slashed his wand, his wand motions sloppy, but then the wand wanted him in this state, not holding back; the spells left deep gouges on the ground as they missed, the angel not moving with the speed of a vampire but with a graceful agility that made him a hard target.

The angel's stake found his hand and he threw it at the wizard only for the stake to rebound as it slammed into a green spell that should have broken it apart. The angel caught the stake with one hand and pointed the other at Harry, an intense golden light shining from it. The wizard didn't even attempt to block, he disappeared as the light hurtled towards him, appearing behind the angel and three spells leaving his wand in rapid fire. The angel whirled around, a golden glow engulfing him before the spells broke the laws of magic applying to them and curved around the angel. His state didn't allow Harry any surprise, he called forth a barrier as the stake was thrown at him only to have the dagger slide through the shield with no effort.

He disappeared with a rush of wind appearing almost instantaneously in his house. He reached out with his mind and felt it, pulling it forth, the Cloak of Invisibility settled over him. He really couldn't be sure why, but having all three Hollows brought with it a measure of comfort.

"Motus," he heard and he reacted instinctively, bringing his wand up in a vertical line and conjuring a shield. The spell hit, breaking the shield apart, Harry had not a moment to see the female twin before he was suddenly pulled back and stumbling in front of the angel. Harry dodged as to the side as the stake was driven forward, the angel attempting to plunge it into his stomach; the stake passed through the Cloak without damaging it, cutting though Harry's clothes and giving him a small cut in the stomach.

Harry couldn't hold back the scream as a fierce burning sensation radiated from the cut. He drove his wand forward and after the flash of light and cannon like bang, the angel was a metre away covered in cuts that were already starting to heal.

A green spell and the angel intercepted with his stake; a flick of this hand and the stake changed direction, hurtling directly at the wizard. A series of spell hit the stake only to rebound, Harry dodged at the last moment, firing Killing Curses at the angel who chose to stop his control over his stake and dodge the spells.

Harry waved his wand and a blast of fire erupted from his wand, forming various shaped that hurtled at the angel; a silver shield materialised from thin air, attracting the fire and taking the brunt to the attacks. The angel rushed forward and swung a punch only for it to hit empty air as Harry disappeared with a rush of wind, appearing behind that angel and again bringing his wand forward.

Flash of light and a cannon-like bang.

Harry took the small time it took for the angel to stand to layer himself with spells to hide his sounds and scent, with the Cloak still on the angel stopped, looking around in an effort to find him. A small respite that was severed as several figures came to a stop. Tim and Adrian led the fray, Caroline, Alaric and Damon following behind. They stopped, staring at the angel and the destruction surrounding him.

"Show yourself, Master Death, or I kill them," said the angel as his hand rose. It didn't get a chance to snap its fingers as the hand was lopped off, a bloody stump left in its place. The angel reacted quickly, throwing the dagger in Harry's direction only to have it miss and the wizard appeared to his left and gave his wand another slash: The angel's left arm came off and the spell digging into his hip. The small distraction was enough for Tim to capitalise, he rush forward, teeth bared and sunk his teeth into the man, sucking him dry before he decapitated him.

Harry allowed himself a moment of slow relief: A flash of golden light and SNAP.

The angel was alive, his head, hand and arm back and a grin on him. There wasn't any indication that he knew where Harry was, but he must have guessed the feeling radiating through Harry as the wizard saw the mess of blood and guts that marred where Tim had stood.

"Pyrus Pestis!"

A golden glow engulfed the angel as the fiery snake lunged at him, and he spoke words Harry wasn't interested in hearing; his wand flicked towards Adrian before he appeared beside Caroline. He quickly grasped her shoulder and caught Adrian's arm before turning a fraction and disappearing with a loud crack.

They hadn't even appeared a moment before Harry was gone with a rush of wind and appearing in front of Elizabeth's house. Damon was gone and the angel was having a tough time as he grappled with Alaric, they shifted and grappled, snarls echoing from Alaric as though the man was being burnt. Alaric twisted, throwing the man back. The angel slammed through Elizabeth's newly destroyed house.

Harry disappeared with a rush and appeared beside Alaric, taking the man's shoulder and turning on the spot. The two disappeared and appeared in Harry's house.

Harry didn't pull back the Cloak instead he waved his wand and called out a blue stag. It asked, "What happened?"

"He killed Damon," the man stammered. "He killed him by just snapping his fingers."

"What about you?" asked Prongs.

"He tried the same, but nothing happened," the man said and he still looked shaken. "What was that? I've seen witches and that was no witch."

Adrian and Caroline had appeared and they too looked much like Alaric, scared out of their wits.

"It was an angel," said Harry through Prongs. "One who's looking to kill me for some reason. I'll need your help Alaric, you have a defence against the angel's finger snapping thing. I don't trust anyone else's lives with this. Caroline, get your mother and get out of town. Adrian, go with them. Hide. Find witches. Make friends. Have them protect you. Until the angel's dead or bound, I'm sure he'll use you, your mother and Adrian against me."

Caroline nodded before she and Adrian ran off. Harry took hold of Alaric's shoulder, Prongs ran a gallop around Harry and the vampire, when it was closed Harry turned a fraction and disappeared with a loud crack.

"Where are we?" asked Alaric.

"New Orleans," said Niklaus with a wry grin. The red-headed woman in the bed with him did not share the same look. "You're back from the dead, and you just appeared from thin air which means Harry Potter is in the room with you."

"I need your help," said Harry as the blue stag sprang into life.

"You seem to be needing that often, lately," the man said as he got up from his bed, quickly donning a robe. "If it isn't trying to get my brother for you because of Silas…"

"He's dead."

"…and now?"

"What's going on here?" asked the woman, she looked with mild interest at the scene that played out in front of her. "Klaus?"

"Friends?" he said and he cocked his head to the side. "Frenemies, perhaps? We have tried to kill each other after all. I succeeded in killing you."

"Can we dispense with this?" Harry asked and it was a pity Prongs couldn't reflect Harry's annoyance. "An angel is after me and I'd rather not have to fight it here."

"An angel?" the woman asked and her breath hitched as she said this. She was immediately on her feet looking for her clothes. "I have to leave," she said but she was quickly stopped by Niklaus.

"Angels are myth," he said though it sounded more like a question.

The woman shook her head. "Angels were banished from entering this land when the Other Side was created," she said. "A way for Nature to ensure she was the only God on earth, that her word was law. Angels are far more powerful than anything we've come across," she said. "Far more powerful than any witch that's alive now. They use a different fuel, one that hasn't been tapped into millennia. It would be virtually unstoppable."

"How do I kill it?" asked Harry.

"You can't kill an angel," she said talking to Prongs. "They're divine. Immortal. Only Nature has that kind of power."

Harry let out a sigh. Screw it all, he hated the Fates. He hated it all. Every time he came close to being happy the universe seemed to leap over hurdles to make sure he died.

"Fuck it," said Harry and he broke his spells as he pulled back the cloak. "Sorry to leave you here mate, by I've got a date with death."

Harry felt a pull and the angel was in front of him, he was no longer in New Orleans but back in Mystic Falls.

"Get it over with," said Harry.

"I will," said the angel, "in every world you pass through I will be the one kill you. You will learn to fear the angel, Azrael."

Harry snorted. "I'll find out more about you," the wizard said. "I'll find a way to kill you."

The stake plunged into Harry's stomach and the wizard let out a chilling scream before he disappeared shifted sideways through space and time.

"You had your sacrifice," the witch said as she stood beside two of her kin. Azrael searched and found her name, Sheila of the Bennett clan, a coven of witches that held a close relationship to the god who had named herself Nature.

Azrael felt a spur of disgust that his father would even let such atrocities continue to live. But worst of all was the predicament he now found himself in.

"Now it is time for Nature's will to be done."

"It will be done," said Azrael and he reached into the pool of power from all the believers, all the faithful.

It didn't take too long before he found the atrocity, a deep cold seating where he resided and devoid of every soul. Azreal's face scrunched in disgust, a creature of Famine had escaped the Void between Worlds and come into this domain. It was troubling to say the least, it meant even beyond their bindings the five brothers continued to work, running plans that went against his father's will.

Harry Potter was one such plan, and it was a pity that the Cloak of Death hid those beneath if from all including the eyes of all Gods who looked to him.

Azrael would stop this, though. His father would reveal himself once more when the threat of his brothers had been eradicated.

Those were plans for another day though. For now the contract to which he had been allowed into this world needed to be held. He needed to slay the soul-feaster and return it to its prison.

The angel bent space and with a single step he found himself in a desolate town in the dead of night, a heavy cloud hanging over the sky not letting even a small light pass through its depths. A few moments were spent walking, traversing through the rainy small town, hollowed out bodies littering every surface, and then he saw the being: where he was a creature of light, born of life and all its energy, the creature was of darkness, of filth and of insurmountable hunger. The creature was a scar upon the world, the only reason it still lived was because of pacts made with Death for its longevity.

"Hello, cousin," it said when Azrael had found himself in front of it. It was tall, towering over him, the robe that it adorned darker the night itself. Azrael could feel it sucking away all the joy and happiness around him, it was only his lack of soul that saved him from the same fate as those of this town, but he could feel his vessel's soul stir, shying away from the creature.

The angel pushed out his own power, making it so the creature's effect would not affect his vessel.

"I am no cousin to you, abomination," said Azrael, holding his sword firmer in preparation. He called back memories when the Heavenly Guard had fought these abominations, their strengths and weaknesses. Light was the most pertinent, filled with joy and happiness, the weakness was better suited in mortal hands, the soul was a powerful thing after all, but he would need to make due. Weaken the creature so he could bind it and send it to the Void.

A whispery chuckle came from the abomination, oddly cold yet filled with mirth. "How easily you and your brothers forget of the role my father played in the battle with Oblivion and Creation," it said. "How easy it is for you to look down on me on what the victors of a coward's war call evil. You are no better than me, angel. I feast on souls while you and others like you feast on the faith of the humans who don't know the truth of you and your kind."

"Spare me your rationalisations for your pitiful existence," said Azrael. "I do not care how you see us. All I care of is my father's will, and he told us, eons ago you and your ilk were to be thrown into the Void like the others who went against him. I will see to it you are returned."

Again there was a whispery chuckle. "You are a fool, cousin," it said. "You think we, like you, have stayed stagnant?" The cloak covered head slowly shook. "We have evolved as the oppressed often do. Binding me will not be as easy as it was before."

Darkness stretched out from the creature, the rain falling harder, colder. Azrael could feel the creature's effects chip away at his power, sucking it in and eating it whole. It was not moments later that a life flashed through his eyes, not his own but that of his vessel, past experiences that had made the man's faith waver. Azrael was hit hard, his own faith in his father began to chip and crack, orders sent through the older archangels came into question. He tried to follow the rationale behind them and he found himself confounded. He was losing faith and with the loss of faith he could feel the access to the pool of power all angels had, begin to fade.

He tried to push back, flooding the abomination with his father's power, that of life, only to have instantaneously gobbled up. Staying any longer would mean he too succumbed to the creature's effects, he would fall. It was time he left.

Azrael shed the mortal skin and lifted from the universe, grabbing the soul of his vessel so that the man would experience heaven.

Markos let out a sigh, he felt a slight shaken as the battle stopped and the creature from beyond left. It was scary, so much power in one being, even he wouldn't have been able to control it all things said, and that it was after Harry Potter increased the mystery that had surrounded the man. If there was one thing Markos regretted, it was not keeping Qetsiyah around to learn about the great beyond.

But no matter. He had enough blood and he had enough sacrifices.

In memory of the man he would do as he had said, make sure those he considered friends would be safe from the effects of his spell.

"Jakob," said Markos, the man was currently wearing the visage of the hybrid Tyler Lockwood, a surveillance measure to ensure their plans weren't stopped. "Go and tell the supernatural inhabitants of these parts of the effects of our spell. Tell them it would be in their best interest if they left the town less they wish to die a second death, and take the doppelgangers, we're done with them."

Jakob nodded and rushed off.

Markos made the call to begin the spell.

"Where are we?" asked Tim as he looked around.

"It looks like Mystic Falls," said Damon. "But way younger."

"But I thought the Other Side was—"

"This isn't the Other Side," Lexi interrupted. "I've searched the town and I've found nothing. No one. Whatever that angel did, it landed us here."

"Maybe Harry?"

Lexi shook her head. "I doubt it."

In unison they turned as they heard the heartbeat. The figure, looking in his twenties and with a slight slouch looked a bit disappointed as he looked over them.

"Not even one witch?" he asked, but then he shook his head and smiled. "Company's company any less. Hello, I'm Kai and welcome to this pitiful existence I call home."

AN: Unexpected though it was, Harry has left when a precipice has settled. A war not only on earth but beyond. Sometime next year you should expect a spin-off of this story, fully set in this universe with no outside characters. I like witches, and the bit about Harry liking Boundary Spells was a bit of an author's tract because I find the magic in Vampire Diaries and by extension the Originals fascinating.

I dearly hope you enjoyed the story and Harry's journey will continue in another dimension.

On a side note I started another story that plays no part in the MOD-multiverse Harry's being pulled through-the Kai's locked their dimension when the coward's war began-following Krillin and exploring the ramifications of a more apt earth in terms of military and such. Check that out if you enjoy Dragonball Z.