Harry has a different reaction to his near death experience at age nearly seven and become a right little Machiavellian Prince and, as his relatives tell everyone he's a hooligan, he starts bringing their falsehoods to life.
I don't own or derive any material benefit out of Harry Potter or Stargate. This story is not a crossover, though it will feature a certain general from Texas.
Not being American, I know nothing about San Antonio and may get things wrong, a lot. The school is real; the events portrayed are not. Harry has his own views about religion. He's 7, so may not be correct. That doesn't mean he'll change his views. He is rather stubborn.
Harry James Potter or James Hammond as his legal name now was had other things happening to him, whilst the MACUSA court case rumbled on. School was great, almost. He was making friends and generally enjoying his time. The fly in the ointment was Bible Studies and confession.
James had a nice new bible thanks to the school and a junior concordance. The bible did not have the nice simple verses he was used to. Oh no, it had expanded verses to capture the beauty of the underlying Hebrew, as his teacher had explained it. Harry thought it was expanded to whatever the translators of the bible wanted it to be. He was usually a boy who was fully involved in lessons. In bible studies, however, he wasn't. He did not volunteer any participation. He thought the fundamental weakness of the New Testament, apart from people wanting to discard the Old Testament was that there was no Book of Jesus, setting out his teachings.
Harry had pointed out that every Jewish teacher or Rabbe wrote a commentary on the Jewish sacred texts. Indeed, it seemed to him that the longer the commentary, the more revered the Rabbe. Perhaps, Harry was being too cynical. The teacher told him Jesus was a Christian and that was that.
Harry argued that none of the gospels were contemporary accounts. Mark's first meeting with the Jesus Sect had been so confrontational that he'd been grabbed and escaped only by shedding his robe and running away naked. He'd got his clothing back and joined the Sect becoming its secretary. He would found a Church in Alexandria, home of the largest Diaspora of Jews and by far the richest. The story of Jesus and Mary got wrapped up in the story of Isis and Horus and attracted Egyptian converts much to the disgust of the Diasporan Jews.
His teacher had shut him down on that. He'd rambled on about the struggle between Paul and Peter for the heart of the early Church. How Peter had been won over by Paul's arguments. Harry had thought it more likely that it was Peter's own experiences while a refugee/guest of the Parthians, enemies of the Roman Empire. Harry thought describing that Paul and Peter debate as central overlooked the part played by James the Elder who was the Christian Church's first leader. He didn't have a gospel, either. He was an Apostle and the most important one. After he got stoned, another James a son of Joseph and Mary became leader. Paul's argument was that Jews of the Disapora and the Hellenic Jews should be converted and because Paul was a Roman citizen, Romans as well.
Rome had been where Peter and Paul were both martyred and became the important centre after Jerusalem was sacked by the Romans in 70AD. Harry's English primary school religious studies teacher hadn't been too sure who had killed James and the other leaders. It could have been the Jewish rebels in control of the city or the victorious Romans. Josephus had been a Christian, his teacher had said, though Harry had no idea who Josephus was. Harry's teacher in San Antonio denied that Josephus had been a Christian. He had said no more than that. Josephus remained a mystery man. Harry wondered, if he'd been a Nephilim.
The first bishop of Rome had been a freshly minted good-looking teenage boy, grandson of a King of the Britons, famously spared by Claudius and with links to the Julian-Claudian dynasty. His teacher had told the class that the Church survived in Rome because the boy was a catamite of Vespasian. Harry didn't know what one of those was. Dudley and his gang had looked the word up in a dictionary because they sniggered. Dudley had used the word at 4 Privet Drive and Harry had been locked in his cupboard. Harry had later overheard each of the gang members complain about having their mouths washed out with soap and water. Harry had worn a broad smile that day. Parents complained about the teacher and he'd left. Religious studies had ceased to be fun for Harry. He'd suggested that the choice had been political and not spiritual. That hadn't gone down well. That had been Harry's last contribution in class.
Harry told Claudette and Fred that since his ideas had been shot down, he wasn't going to bother. He handed in what he thought the teacher wanted and that was that. The teacher thought he was making great strides. That delusion was shattered during the parent-teacher evening. The teacher then downgraded every mark of Harry's. Fred and Claudette had complained about his grade. That rumbled on. Harry told them that it didn't matter. They had still continued with the complaint.
Harry's other problem was Father Gillepsie, a Catholic priest who heard confession from the Catholic children at school. James was down as a Catholic. Father Gillespie had been doing the job for 20 years. He had less hair now than then and he was slightly stouter. He also enjoyed his beers. He was popular with the teachers and with pupils at all levels of the school. Harry didn't like him. Harry confessed to things that made the Father embarrassed. Harry had seen the things that made the Father worried in his mind. Harry confessed to reading dirty magazines he'd found around the house, dirty books that he found in a hiding place and catching his mother naked in the shower. The good Father found out at the parent-teacher evening that Harry had been playing him. Little James hadn't done anything that he'd told him he had. The Father wasn't in a forgiving mood. James' parents had told him not to make the Father feel bad. Things kicked off at the next confession.
"Welcome, My Son, what do you have to confess since our last meeting?" the Father asked, with an edge in his voice.
"Nothing," Harry said.
"You lied to me."
"Nope. I've not lied to you." Harry had made stuff up. That was completely different to lying, which was doing things and then saying you hadn't.
"Have you been doing the penances I've assigned you?"
"Of course not."
"God won't like you, if you hide things from Him."
"God's omnipotent and knows everything I do or don't do," Harry stated.
"He still needs to know that you are willing to confess."
"Are you suggesting that God doesn't know everything?" Harry liked word games.
"Yes, God does know everything, but I cannot make things right before God for you unless you confess."
"You must think me simple, if you think I am going to give you that much power over me," Harry said.
"You must make things right before God," Father Gillespie said.
"Jesus said "I am the way... no one comes to God but through me" (John 14:6). You are not Jesus."
"You are insolent, little boy."
"Still doesn't make you Jesus."
"I WILL THRASH YOU."
"Raise either rod against me and I will kill you where you stand." There was nothing childish about Harry's statement. Father Gillespie saw the inherent threat, even as he dismissed it. He heard the tone. It was not soprano. Father Gillespie would have to contact the Archdiocese. There was a need for an exorcism here. This was possession.
Harry found himself the centre of an exorcism. He wasn't expecting anything, except to get holy water thrown all over him. There was a Monsignor doing the exorcism. Suddenly, Harry's scar began to hurt.
"Begone, muggle. Lord Voldemort demands you leave, now go before I turn you into Newts."
The Monsignor tried to cast Voldemort out. He failed. Harry managed an obliviate. The Catholics had performed a successful exorcism, but that James didn't need to do confession, in case he suffered a relapse and Lord Voldemort had successfully evaded detection. The conversation of the priests showed the Harry's impromptu mind magic had worked. He did feel rather weak. He did now know where Lord Voldemort had gone and what his scar was. Voldemort's soul or what was left of it.
Harry had been doing controlled magic for months. He didn't need MACUSA to tell him how rare what he could do was. Dropping off the grid had been remarkable. Something his accidental magic had done. What he'd done today felt very similar. Magic was there, ready to respond to his slightest touch.
Fred and Claudette had been told that the exorcism had been successful, but they wouldn't need to talk to James about it and he wouldn't need to attend confession anymore. James whooped with joy, when Fred told him no more confession.
George had a few extra memories courtesy of James. Vampires in San Antonio were apparently real. What caught his attention was someone who appeared to be watching James. He had a chat with his buddy in Intelligence. A man watching a boy certainly got his friend's attention. He helped George build an artist's sketch of the man and took details of his clothing. Once the sketch was done, the buddy circulated the picture of the possible sex attacker around various law enforcement authorities.
The match was made by the Magicals, not that the No-Maj were aware of this. The man's name was Alex Mackenzie, aged 45 and Canadian. The Canadian Magicals were approached for further information. The Canadians were particularly interested in the man. They were interested in what had prompted American interest in the man. When they learnt that he was seen watching a young boy, the Canadians understood. The Americans in MACUSA weren't normally very friendly. The man was magical and their No-Maj counterparts wanted to interview the man about the disappearance of 15 6-10 year-old boys. No bodies had ever been found. Some bits of clothing, but that had been all. As far as the Canadians police knew there had been no ransom demands and the Canadian magical investigators had not found a magical amongst the missing boys. The Canadian magicals had been asked to investigate by the Canadian premier, Brian Mulroney.
The local team from the Federal Bureau of Covert Vigilance and No-Maj Obliviation co-operated with a team from the Major Investigation Department. MACUSA President, Nellie Arkwright, was determined to catch this 'son of a bitch'. They found no trace of magic, not even from James Hammond, the recently cleared young magical who had greater control over accidental magic, because that was all it could be, than any other young magical they had ever come across. The fact he could hide his magical trace was a touch concerning.
Albus Dumbledore completed his two-week stay in Hawaii and returned to England a lot less pasty than when he'd left. He always prided himself on his ability to fit in with muggles. However, even his Hawaiian shirts were eye-catching though not in a good way and he was in Hawaii. He'd not got the trunks that had belonged to James and Lily Potter. The fact they didn't belong to him and that he had no right to have them did not bother him at all. His source in MACUSA had dried up. Dumbledore didn't even know who had been on trial. Dumbledore could pass it all off as a much-needed holiday. The public in Magical England lapped it up. Dumbledore was rapidly regaining the public trust he lost over losing Harry Potter. There was little Lord Arcturus Black could do about it. The public seemed to accept that Dumbledore had been punished for everything he could be punished for. He'd lost his coveted and high paying positions as Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump. He was no longer the Grand Sorcerer. He had been stripped of his Order of Merlin, First Class. He was no longer a member of the Wizengamot.
Dumbledore retained access to Nurmengard and all the magical treasure therein and Gellert Grindelwald. He was still Headmaster of Hogwarts. It had been a fight to retain that position. His Mastery of Mind magic ensured that he'd won. Yes, the time-honoured technique of admitting to minor errors – those errors would have doomed anyone else - had left the public satisfied. If the public had known what else he had done, they would have judged him a lot more harshly. That was the polite turn of phrase. They'd have torn him limb from limb.
Dumbledore needed access to Neville Longbottom to guide him to fight and vanquish Tom. Albus was sure Tom could be made to see the light, just like Gellert had. He could, of course, restore Frank and Alice Longbottom to normalcy, but that was not a risk he wanted to take. There was no telling what the pair might remember. His chief executioner, dear Severus, was in Azkaban until 1990. There was no point asking Alistair Moody to kill anyone who wasn't a Death Eater. He just didn't see that the deaths were necessary for the Greater Good. Severus would kill anyone for him and had. Dumbledore was particularly proud of the fact that no new Aurors, Healers or applicants for Potions Mastery had been made, whilst Severus was Potions Professor. The Wizarding community was hopelessly split and Albus Dumbledore couldn't be happier.
Someone who was not happy was Amelia Bones. She hadn't been Head of the Department for very long. Scrimgeour was Head of the Aurors, Robards was Head of Obliviations, Weasley Head of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts and Hopkirk was Head of Misuse of Magic. Amelia had subdivisions of Wizengamot Administration Services, Administrative Registration, Intoxicating Substances, Magic Witch Watchers and Magical Law Enforcement Patrol. Hit Wizards also fell under her jurisdiction. All of the sub divisions were headed by Death Eaters – not that Amelia Bones knew that. Amelia Bones had come up through Magic Witch Watchers. She'd not really understood why the subdivision existed.
Obliviations had doubled in the last few years. This was a natural consequence of Hogwarts not teaching current fashions. Amelia wanted to rid her department of Death Eaters and Chicken Club members alike. She needed veritaserum and total surprise. That she achieved. She wished she hadn't. She discovered all six of her sub-division heads were Death Eaters; the not being former Death Eaters was something that left a particularly large piece of crow in her craw. Hopkirk was a fellow-traveller. In her department of 300, there were 80 Death Eaters and 20 wannabe Death Eaters. On a whim, Amelia had Shacklebolt dosed. He said he'd resigned from the Order of the Phoenix, but his magic said he hadn't. There were 20 Order members in her department.
Amelia Bones had a conversation with Croaker about how someone could resign from something and yet still be bound to it by magic. Croaker had heard about her veritaserum incident. It was rather difficult to hide the fact that 100 people were in ministry holding cells and another 20 were on garden leave. The Minister had consumed three bottles of Ogden's Finest. Croaker said he thought that was quite a reasonable reaction on learning that there were people who wanted to torture him and his wife, do terrible things to her and kill her, all the while preparing to flay him alive. The Minister was all for throwing them through the Veil.
Amelia Bones had testified before a closed court of the MACUSA. She had no idea what MACUSA was doing. Her opposite number was not sharing or rather had not shared. Now this disaster coming to light on her watch. She would have to interview Dumbledore. That was not something she wanted to do. All her plans to reorganize the Department were now on hold.
James Hammond was continuing to do well in school, if you didn't count religious studies or bible studies as they called it in the US. James Hammond was really a famous British Wizard, none other than the Boy-Who-Lived, himself, Harry James Potter, Head of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter and Heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House Black. The latter was a moot point, since officially Sirius Orion Black, Harry's godfather and blood-adopted father was Heir to House Black. Despite his grandfather's insistence and entreaty, Sirius had unofficially renounced his claim to the Black Heirship.
Lord Arcturus Black was one of a handful who knew that Harry Potter was still alive. Most of the rest of the Wizarding world believed Harry Potter killed at the hands of his vile muggle relatives. Harry's Aunt and Uncle were currently serving time at Her Majesty's pleasure and his whale of a cousin was enjoying the foster care system. Harry's squib solicitor in Godric's Hollow had collected the back rent owed and then sold the property. Vernon's sister Marge had married a Colonel and was out of the dog-breeding business. She was still a bitch.
James Hammond aka Harry Potter had been adopted by the Hammonds who were actually related to his mother's family. Harry liked his new grandfather. He was a Colonel in the USAF. He'd shown Harry around his base. Harry was still awaiting a trip up in one of the fighter jets. Harry was in one of his favourite places in the fields around the house. It was a relaxing Saturday. He read the page of three spells and folded it up and put it in his top pocket. He practiced the wand movements for reducto, a particularly nasty cutting charm. He said, "Reduct," and apparated to a sofa chair in Nurmengard. Harry had allowed his attention to wonder what the place was like.
"How good of Albus to send me a young boy," Gellert Grindelwald said.
"o," Harry completed. A very shocked Gellert Grindelwald's neck was now directly in line with Harry's spell. Head parted company from body, severed at the neck. Harry completed the three spells from his sheet of paper and a couple of evanescos. As Harry felt himself going back to San Antonio, he dropped his mother's wand and sheet of paper. He arrived back where he had been before his involuntary trip. Harry was out cold. He was drained of magic. Worse, Harry was now in the clutches of Alex MacKenzie. Needless to say, when Fred Hammond, the adoptive father of James Hammond, went looking for his son, he was nowhere to be found.
Alex drove to his barn, a three-hour drive away. It was modified, of course. It was his special place. Here it was that he got up close and personal with his victims. Harry was chained by the right wrist to a very secure piece of mahogany wood. His bed, one made of straw. Harry knew nothing of this. His magic was still fighting to kick start his connection to magic. When Harry did come to, he found himself tied up. He endured a week of hell. Alex used a wand to torture Harry. Harry tried hard not to laugh. He'd suffered worse at the hands of the Dursleys.
Harry realised his end was near, when Alex came in to his bed of straw holding a very nasty knife.
"Got anything to say, brat?"
"Kill yourself," Harry ordered. Harry was somewhat perturbed, when that's precisely what Alex did. Harry was now stuck. Harry could easily escape using magic. That would cause problems with MACUSA. He would not be able account to those without magic how he would have escaped. Harry tried to get his wrist through the handcuff. No luck. It was a handcuff designed for children. He'd have to try picking the lock. No, he could grab the key that was on the body that had fallen near him. Okay, a bit of magic to get the key, but where the body was it could be in range. Just. Harry was free. It was then a matter of phoning the police to get a ride home. It wasn't that simple. The police didn't believe Harry's story. The perpetrator just deciding to kill himself made no sense to the officers. The alternative that Harry killed the perp with his own knife was even less possible. There were no fingerprints of Harry's on the knife. Harry was not wearing gloves. The police could not explain how Harry had no wounds. They knew this perp liked to torture his victims, leaving very nasty wounds on their bodies.
Fred Hammond and his legal counsel arrived. Harry was soon on his way home. Fred chuckled that Harry could be considered a suspect, because he wasn't injured and lacked the strength to cause the wounds from which Alex MacKenzie had died. He didn't chuckle because the police had kept asking Harry questions without either a lawyer or someone from Child Services present. That he wasn't going to let go. His lawyer was less confident that anything could be achieved. The primary concern was that Fred's real job with the FBI would come to light.
George got permission to take James up in an F16, by way of creating a positive experience. Harry knew that wizards and electronics didn't mix well. At 15000 feet, the plane's electronics cut out. George told James that they were going to crash. James told George that he knew exactly where they were. George knew the landing procedure off by heart. He flew the plane as James told him what to do. After they landed, the black box was recovered. Those who heard what was said were sworn to secrecy and Intelligence sealed the incident. James said he loved flying.
There was no time to talk about what had happened, because the Grangers and Graignons arrived. Harry hugged Hermione. James was introduced to everyone. He didn't shake hands with anyone. He took Hermione to his room to show her what it looked like. They had a conversation that was overheard.
"Your replacement on Saturdays is a muggleborn named Justin. He did some interesting accidental magic and his family meets the Queen."
"Would have been useful had the Wizengamot not repealed that treasonous law banning wizards and witches from fighting in the Queen's wars," James agreed.
"There's a faction in the Wizengamot trying to get it passed again."
"Better get Justin on it then."
"How have you been, James?"
"Your gift proved very handy. I've spent the past week in the hands of a pervert who murdered lots of children and been in a plane that lost its electronics at 15000 feet. I survived and I'm on holiday. Happy Easter."
"Have you made friends?"
"Yes, I have. My 20 classmates are pretty good friends."
"That's good. We've been looking at Magical Theory and we continue to have conversations with the Scottish Magical governments about their relations with muggles. We've continued to have Arcturus and Amelia visiting with us. Albus Dumbledore remains secure at Hogwarts with the support of 4 governors. He oversees the counting of the election votes. Arcturus is trying to get outside supervision of the votes or Dumbledore will continue to have 4 governors who are overwhelmed by and grateful to Dumbledore for the chance to serve as Hogwarts governors. Dumbledore spent 2 weeks on Hawaii. Arcturus can't find out what he was really looking for. Arcturus is suggesting I go to Beauxbatons. I think I need to go to Hogwarts."
"Perhaps Beauxbatons would the safest place for you," Harry said. "It could be wise to have options."
"I'll ask Arcturus for details. I'll be learning French, as we'll be spending our summer holidays in France. I'll be fluent by the time I'm 11." Hermione said that with so much conviction that Harry was sure she would be. Harry knew what Dumbledore was looking for, but he couldn't tell Hermione. The trunks that had belonged to his parents were the old man's targets. Harry couldn't even show Hermione the trunks. It was a bit late to realise that considering she was in his room and the trunks were in kind of an obvious place. Of course, she found them.
"You have the trunks belonging to the Potters, James."
"They aren't the only thing of the Potters to come my way. I've been told I inherited Potter Inc a business that deals with all sorts of goods and services to magicals and muggles alike in the US. I've only read the covering letter from the lawyers telling me that it all belongs to me. The package you see is unopened. It arrived whilst I was kidnapped."
Hermione bit her lower lip. Harry stood braced for Hermione's idea.
"We could look at them together and work out what to do, if you'd like?" Hermione continued to bite her lower lip.
"Yes, I'd like, Hermione. Fred, my dad, is an accountant. We can run what we decide by him, before sending lawyers instructions. Thanks."
Harry spent nearly all his free time, time that wasn't spent doing family things, with Hermione going through his company's information. Hermione was the one who brought up the thorny issue of ownership.
"James, Lord Charlus Potter owned 100% of the stocks. After he died, the 6 directors started awarding themselves shares sufficient to give them ownership."
"That's true, Hermione. It wouldn't be fair to take all their stocks away from them. They have done an excellent job," James said. He pursed his lips. "If I take 60% of the stocks and make those 6 director positions each have 5% of the stock, they have the benefit from dividends whilst they hold the position. That leaves 10% retained by the company to be awarded for good ideas that benefit the company."
"That's brilliant, James."
"Whether Fred thinks it's brilliant is another matter. I've got companies set up as subsidiaries in all 50 states and in Puerto Rico. I have no idea where Micronesia is or what Potter Inc does there. I've a financial services subsidiary company in the territory of the US Virgin Islands."
Hermione looked through the pages and found reference to seabed mining in Micronesia. She told James. Harry found being called James a bit confusing at times. He didn't know what seabed mining was, either. He'd have to ask Fred. Dad was something he was reluctant to call Fred. He felt like he was betraying his birth parents, when he did. Intellectually, he knew he wasn't, but emotionally; that was a different story.
As he read his bible, before sleeping, Harry wondered if he should ask Hermione what she thought about the Nephilim. He should definitely ask about Susan. He kept putting it off. He did ask how Susan was doing at school with Hermione. Hermione told him that she was doing well. Justin had come to the school as well. Hermione confessed that neither she nor Susan liked him as much as they did James. Harry was pleased about that. Hermione and Susan missed him. He missed them. His new friends didn't mean as much to him as they did.
Harry was displeased that Dumbledore remained Headmaster of Hogwarts. It did not sound to Harry like Arcturus believed he could force Dumbledore out. Harry and Hermione could enroll with other, but he was sure Dumbledore would force their attendance at Hogwarts. Sirius had not tried to escape the rescue him and Remus had stayed away, presumably at Dumbledore's insistence. Harry could not place any credence in their long-term help. He was disappointed, but not unsurprised.
Sirius had had no reasonable explanation for not securing the crime scene as his concluded Auror training had drilled into him. No reasonable explanation for not apparating to the scene of the crime. No reasonable explanation for not holding on to him, Harry. No reasonable explanation for letting Hagrid fly off with him, Harry. McGonagall had also been present. She had watched the Dursleys all day Sunday 1st November 1981. The people who weren't present at Godric's Hollow were the Wizarding Child Services. Harry knew the rat and Snivellus had been in his house. That sat hard with Harry. Hagrid had admitted to meeting Dumbledore in his house, too. The only question was how long Dumbledore had been in the house. Naturally, Dumbledore had claimed he got there after James and Lily were dead. Well that brought up how he'd known that the pair were dead. Harry knew that Dumbledore had used Hagrid to spread the legend of Harry as the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry's second question was why Dumbledore had left him with the Dursleys. He'd been beaten, starved, malnourished and was friendless. He'd been worked to the bone. Harry was sure Dumbledore had tried to obliviate his memory, but he wasn't sure. His Gringotts account was back up to 45000 galleons. Harry didn't believe he'd recover the damages awarded against Dumbledore for his actions against him and his House. Harry was convinced Snivellus had murdered six members of his family on Dumbledore's orders. How Snivellus had done this, when he owed James Potter a life debt - Harry had accepted it as his inheritance – was unknown.
Where did this leave Harry? Hermione was brilliant. Harry could tell that even as young as he was. Dumbledore would want her on his side. Harry wanted her on his. There was a considerable imbalance in experience and age between himself and Albus Dumbledore. Harry hoped that, if Dumbledore did seek to control Hermione, she'd find a way to tell him. It was unnecessary to state whom Dumbledore would seek to control. Harry, himself.
Did Harry have any advantages? He'd first been attracted to Enoch and the books of the Apocrypha on learning about Adam or Adam3 as Harry called him. He'd been created by 365 Angels. He'd been kept ignorant and made to tend a garden. Harry had self-identified. Harry had been struck by the names Lilith and Lily. Lilith had been created as Adam3's mate Harry surmised, as it wasn't stated as fact in the Books of Enoch. Also created by the same 365 Angels, but an early eater of the Trees of Knowledge and Life and not prepared to be subordinate to Adam3. Harry thought there wasa Book of Lilith out there somewhere. Eve was created by God from Adam3's rib to be subordinate. 2 people being kicked out by God and 70 Angels seemed overkill. At least to Harry. Sounded more like a small clan of people.
Lilith had lots of children with demons, including the Chief Demon Samael. Were the Catholics making Satan/the Devil/Lucifer up? Given Harry's experiences with Catholic priests, he could believe it. A human and a rebellious Angel driven out of Heaven having offspring. Not something that the Catholic Church would want to have out there. Sort of made Christ a lot less unique. Lilith was supposed to be a succubus. Harry doubted that. He did wonder if Lilith were his mother. He hadn't figured out how she would have made herself look the age she was adopted by the Evans' family. Harry had seen the adoption papers. He believed them genuine.
He thought he might be a Nephilim, instead. The son of a Watcher and a human, but all the Watchers, Angels assigned by God to watch humanity, that intermarried were male, at least according to the Books of Enoch. Those Watchers taught their wives magic. Was his father, James, a Watcher. Harry didn't know that the AK curse would or could kill the Angelic. He supposed it would be possible, except that all 200 of those Watchers were held in 'darkness' for 70 generations, after the Flood. That was given as 35000 years. If that were the case, Harry couldn't be the son of a Watcher.
The Flood. Harry had asked one of his Religious Studies teachers, if that had actually happened. The teacher had said that a lot of cultures all around the world had myths of a Flood. There was nothing uniquely Christian in the myth (Harry could see why that teacher hadn't lasted very long) and there was no data to support the myth of Noah as told by the Book of Genesis.
Harry's thought that he was the son of a Watcher and Lilith and that both were dead was most likely a case of wishful thinking, not least because both were supposed to be unkillable, by any means. That would have made him a Nephilim. Harry had been told by another of his short stay religious studies teachers that the Nephilim meant 'the fallen ones', as in all of them were dead. Another had told him that the Nephilim weren't dead and that they were very hard to kill.
Harry knew from James' notes that his mother, Euphemia, had given birth to him, when she was 'too old' to normally conceive. The bible had tales of too old women conceiving. All under angelic 'help'. Harry had no trouble believing his dad was an angel (sort of) who took human form.
Then there were the humans. Harry had reasoned that Cain's humans were tillers of the soil and lived a maximum of 70 years. Abel's were pastoralists (Harry was proud of learning that word) and lived to 120 years. Harry wondered, if humans needed altitude to live longer. He'd never thought of a reason to ask his science teacher. God wouldn't let his spirit spend more than 120 years in those humans. Since the Catholic Church held with Original Sin that meant God's spirit was sinful, Harry reasoned. God had given over the Nephilim to wickedness. Harry was finding precious little evidence of the Free Will the Catholic Church said humans possessed.
Abel's humans had to come down out of the mountains and Cain's group conquered them. Cain killed Abel and he and his children, all 77 had to go off and live apart. Harry reckoned Adam3's son Seth and his children had to go live with them, because Lilith's children expelled them. Cain and Seth's children got together and produced offspring. Harry didn't believe there were two genealogies coming out of Seth and Cain, he believed there was only the one. The Watchers were drawn to this group of long-lived humans. 200 of them, who taught their offspring many things, magic and how to wage war and how to make arms and armour.
Adam3 had died. God now had no Steward to take care of all Creation. That vacancy was later filled by Enoch, whom God took up into Heaven with him. Harry believed this. Fast forward to the generation before the Flood that Harry could find no independent evidence for. War was the order of the day and great wickedness the order of the day. Harry was disappointed the author of the text didn't specify what that wickedness was. The Flood over, the sons of Noah took up right where the pre-Flood generation had left off. Harry thought God was pretty stupid to think he could change humanity's behaviour by leaving some of the pre-Flood inhabitants alive. The Nephilim Nimrud had rallied all the Nephilim to him and whatever remained of their exceptionally able and wicked Elioud offspring and set the surviving humanity to building the Tower of Babel to reach Heaven. Harry had learnt of the Empire of Sargon of Akkad and wondered, if he was the man the bible called Nimrud.
The Nephilim also fathered Giants. A legion of those would have been a fearsome shock force that would have terrified their enemies. A split up caused by language changes would have divided the giants up as well. One side would no longer have had a monopoly of Nephilim, Elioud or giants. Harry was sure the giants were all dead. Harry was fairly sure that the Elioud were absorbed into the rest of humanity. The Nephilim fought each other. Mutually assured destruction was how one teacher had described their end. If true that left Harry as the only Nephilim alive – assuming Harry was a Nephilim. Were Harry a Nephilim, his power and control would be explained. If not, the answer was a lot more complex.