What up everyone, got a new one for you. So, I've been doing some thinking on top of looking at a few other types of stories as of late, and I've come across the "Flowerpot" pairing. For the unaware, this appears to be the official pairing name for a Harry/Fleur relationship. I may have already released a couple of stories showing my interpretation of this story, but I may not have. You never know with me. Kinda random that way and I think it keeps it interesting. But let's got into this new idea I've come up with.

So, in the past, I've referenced others' works in them inspiring stories I've worked on. It's just a way of acknowledging in advance that I may have taken a concept someone else has come up with and have run with it to try and put my own spin on it. This is another one of those stories where I've sort of been inspired by another. What do I mean? Let me explain. A while back I did a 3-way crossover between Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Mass Effect where Harry became the Emperor of Earth thanks to SW tech. That idea was borrowed from one Darth Marrs, a cool dude that has interesting stories, and another gent by the name of WiseSilver who came up with his own variant on the idea. Darth Marrs for his idea went with LunarHarmony, and WiseSilver went with Flowerpot. This is the only similarity to his project that I will be using; this isn't because I don't like it, as it is on my favorites list, it's because I'm doing something different.

Here's the idea I'm thinking and note that it may change should I decide to release this as a whole story. Harry and Fleur are married. Thanks to magic bullshittery and Harry's linking of the Deathly Hallows he's declared the Master of Death and is exceedingly difficult to kill and thanks to her marriage Fleur is just as immortal as he is and the unofficial Mistress of Death. Something happens to magic and it's essentially wiped out except for them. As they're basically immortal they try to live quietly and fake their own deaths when needed to escape suspicion and live under a new identity under new glamoured appearances and use the "family fortune" for charitable things. First Contact War happens of which the two are involved and Harry creates Cerberus with a different mission statement which gets perverted by Jack (TIM) when he leaves it and both are present at Eden Prime when shit went down there too. They adventure with Shepard and leave after the Citadel Battle where they both finance a bulk of the Andromeda project and go along with it because Shepard has it all battened down back on Earth. That's all I have for now. With that basic roadmap stated, let's get this on the road.

Title: [undecided]

Pairing: Harry/Fleur, male Shepard/[undecided female], all others are undecided.

Rating: M most likely. May even get into citrus territory. Who am I kidding? This is a Fleur (sexpot beauty) pairing, it's likely going to happen between both them and various aliens, especially the Asari, and doubly so when a close companion discovers their abilities.

Summary: Harry and Fleur Potter are the oldest humans on Earth, not that any of humanity would know considering how private the two are. But when humanity reaches for the stars, they follow and unfortunately the infamous Potter luck strikes at humanity's first contact. It can't get worse though, right?

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Mass Effect to EA. I only own this idea's unique twists. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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Alarms blazed as a man floated through a dark and exceedingly cold ship. Before he could reorient himself the gravity suddenly came back on and he slammed into the deck feeling several ribs breaking from the impact before they started to mend themselves. To say that it was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

'God, Merlin, or whoever is out there dammit. How do I keep getting into these situations?' the man thought as he looked up, his emerald green eyes glowing.

"Director, are you alright?" a technician asked.

"Yeah, all be alright," he responded. "Check on the others."

"Yessir," they said as they skittered off.

"Become the Master of Death they said, it will be fun they said. Wander the stars they said, you'll save humanity they said," he muttered.

'I suppose I should tell you how I got into this situation. It's a bit of a long tale, so bear with me. My name is Harry James Potter, and this is the story of my wife and I ended up in the middle of nowhere on a ship in another galaxy. If you want to cue up "Baba O'Riley," now'd be the time to do it.'

XxXxXxX

2153, three weeks after the Shanxi Incident.

General Desolas Arterius walked down into the sickbay of his great dreadnaught and into the room of his brother, Saren. What had happened to his squad remained an absolute mystery to the Hierarchy and the Council by proxy. He had gone into the human spaceport city and primary traffic hub with three legions of assault troopers but had walked away with only himself and four others closely assigned to him. His brother fell into a coma for three weeks. He was muttering incoherently about zombies and other fantastical things. Things that shouldn't be possible. Magic. Sorcerers. Death itself. He had been under the care of his medics for weeks, and finally, he received a report he had woken up and was coherent. Well, coherent was a relative term. From what it sounded like; he was still raving mad but was sedated to at least sound coherent.

He walked into the room and looked to the medic, "Leave us." The medic appeared to want to argue, but saluted and exited the room. The general stood at the foot of his brother's bed.

"Brother?" Saren asked wearily.

"Yes. The Hierarchy is seeking answers, brother. You went down with three whole legions of troopers to take their capital, but only you and four others returned. While we still won the space battle before being ousted by their reinforcements and forced into a ceasefire by the Council, the loss of so much life has the Families talking and they want answers. What happened down there?"

"We didn't know what we were walking into," Saren started to explain. We pushed back their military to their command post at the capital. But then he appeared."

"He?"

"A man with powers beyond comprehension; a power beyond any biotic. We fired and fired, his body riddled with rounds, but he kept getting up. He. Kept. Getting. Up," Saren punctuated. "But then his eyes started to glow. The horrible, green glow. Then? Fire and pain. Fire as black as night. Our tanks melted to slag and were consumed. Men attempting to put it out in fountains only for it to do nothing. My arm, consumed, only saved by one of my men removing it before it too consumed him," he retold in horror, shaking at the fresh memory. "The never-ending sound of screaming, being burned alive and the acrid smell of burning flesh filled my nose and ears. Those who were able to get away were slaughtered by red lights and invisible blades." He then looked his brother dead in the eyes, "Beware the man with the green eyes."

"Was there a barrier around him?"

"There was no barrier! We saw chunks of flesh and blood spattering every surface, but he just kept getting up!" he exclaimed.

Hearing his exclaiming, the medic assigned to his brother came in and started to administer anesthetics. "Sir, you've stressed him enough. Please, let him rest," he ordered.

The general listened and started to leave the room. As he did his brother still exclaimed slowly succumbing to the anesthetics, "Beware the… green-eyed… man…!"

XxXxXxX

Three weeks prior, Shanxi.

"Have you ever looked up and asked, 'does the color of the sky mean anything to you?'" a man asked. "Because it does to me. When I close my eyes, the sky in my dreams… is a deep, dark blue."

There was silence before a woman with a slightly detectable French accent asked, "What is it you want to buy, Harry?"

"Was I that obvious?" Harry asked as he turned to the love of his life.

"You always get poetic right before you ask if you can buy something. What is it?"

"The Smithsonian Institute may or may not be auctioning off a Su-57 and I may or may not have put down a bid for it."

She turned to him, "How much?"

"A million credits." She rolled her eyes at him. "What? We have plenty and with our investments it is but a drop in the bucket."

"I know, but a Su-57?" she shook her head. The two of them sat on a grassy hill outside the primary spaceport city of New Hong Kong staring at the familiar, yet alien-looking sky and watching the clouds. "Did you at least win the auction?"

"Of course, I did," Harry said happily.

The two of them laid back down and looked to the sky. "Harry, do you ever wonder if we're alone?" Fleur asked.

"As in at the house, or…?"

"In the universe," Fleur corrected. "With the Prothean archives discovered on Mars uncovering a precursor race and the Mass Relays, is humanity the only life left in the universe, or is there more?"

"The muggles have a term for it, the Fermi Paradox. If the universe has planets such as this, how come we've only come across lush worlds with unintelligent species akin to the animals of Earth? Where is the intelligent life?" He looked to the sky and saw what looked like shooting stars entering the atmosphere. "I don't know, I don't like it."

"It is quite frightening," Fleur admitted. The pair had seen many things in their long life, but it was like intelligent life only existed on Earth. "But do you know what's even more frightening, mon amour?"

"Hmm?"

"You," she kissed him, "when you defend my honor. Who knew an arm could bend that way?"

"Hitting on you is one thing; I've learned to accept that with you being Veela and perfectly sexy in everything you do that this will happen, but touching you is unacceptable. Your ass belongs to me," he deadpan joked as a free hand cupped her butt cheek and gave it a quick squeeze.

"As does the rest of my body," she cooed as she pressed herself against her husband. Her hugging his arm between her ample breasts.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Missus Potter?"

"Is it working?" she playfully asked back. Her one hand gently caressed his groin. "Because I think it is."

He rolled her over and pinned her arms above her head and straddled her body to keep her from escaping. "Missus Potter? Are you wanting me to ravish you in broad daylight, in this wide-open field where anyone can look on?" he asked scandalously.

Fleur craned her neck and pecked his lips. "Maybe," she coyly replied. "I could use a tan. Bikini season is right around the corner," she joked.

His hand snaked under her sundress and started to cup her bra-covered breast right as an explosion happened in the city. Smoke rose from the far side of the city outskirts. "What is it now?" Harry complained as he got up. He held out his hand and helped Fleur to her feet as well. How dare anyone interrupt the couple's sexy time?

Fleur, having better eyesight due to her Veela heritage, 'zoomed' in to see what was off in the distance. "It would appear that we're being invaded."

"Invaded? By what, demons?"

"Aliens, it would appear. Technologically advanced ones at that."

"Well, then, why don't we introduce ourselves to them and explain why it's a bad idea to get between a Veela and her lover?" Harry said with a wicked grin.

Fleur pulled out her own wand. "Yes, let's."

XxXxXxX

"What's the damage?" an admiral asked.

"Billions of credits in damages to both the planet and the fleet above," another officer rattled off. "Thousands of dead of both the local militia and Navy on top of civilians mixed in with the dead and injured. Tens of thousands homeless and displaced from the attack from the Turians on top of falling debris from orbit."

"Sir, we cannot let this affront go unanswered," another officer stated.

"We cannot, the Council brokered the peace agreement between us. Initiating a war with them would just invite them to Earth's doorstep," the admiral chastised. "The diplomats are suing for damages in raw materials. After all, our currencies have different values."

"But we cannot allow these... aliens," the officer spat out on the same level of vehemence that those but a hundred years ago would have done when speaking of a despised group of people, racial or otherwise, "to roam freely within our borders. They already attacked us unprovoked once, what's to say that they won't do it again?"

"I concur, admiral," another said. "They've proven their willingness to kill civilians and soldiers alike with gross recklessness."

"From the data packet we received from the Council envoys, their entire culture is militarized, even those in the civilian sector not currently serving," another spoke up.

"While understandable, it is unacceptable," the previous officer said. "Do they assume that every one of the races out there in the galaxy are formulated like them?" he spat.

"The salarians are more 'cloak and dagger' and intelligence types. The asari are more akin to us having a society divided up by role, despite having a strong military where many have served due to their biotic powers."

"Gentlemen," the admiral interrupted. "If we'd return to the topic at hand?"

"I have a... proposal, sir," a different officer said. The admiral waved his hand to get the conversation going. "An organization made up of our best minds, soldiers, and commanders with three goals in descending order: to protect Earth, her colonies, and her people. We will call it... Cerberus. Each head represents each goal."

"Where did you get this idea?"

"Strangely enough, a man who heard it from the alleged 'unkillable' man."

Meanwhile said unkillable man was balls deep in his wife but stopped mid-thrust as a shiver ran down his spine. The two were naked and covered in sweat. Their pheromones waft into the air intoxicating the two with their scent. "Is there something wrong, mon dragon?" Fleur asked as she trailed a soft hand down his side.

Harry paused for a moment before speaking, "I feel like I just created something that will inevitably come back to bite me in some years' time."

Fleur's perfectly soft hand reached for his face and cupped it before bringing it to meet her lips and engaged him in a duel of the tongues. They parted and she spoke again. "That it could be, but for now my body is yours, and your body is mine." She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place before pulling him in to sheath himself fully. "And right now, I want you to fuck me."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he began to reengage his wife to perform their marital duties to one another.

Surely the offhand comment that Harry made to a redheaded man who he rested beside while Fleur healed him wouldn't come back to bite him, right? Right?

XxXxXxX

Six months after the Citadel attack...

"I want you to repeat that to me, slowly," Harry said as he sat at his desk staring at the woman across from him. The crystal tumbler made from elements orbiting Saturn filled with expensive asari brandy was looking really appealing right now.

"Of course, Mister Potter. As stated before, I am Jeanne Garson, current project manager of the Andromeda Initiative. My contacts run in the same circles as yours do and made mention that you are a man of means and either donate or invest in projects that share your worldview. It is my belief that the Andromeda Initiative would meet those views." Harry rolled a wrist in a 'go on' gesture. "We want to go to the Andromeda galaxy and explore it. Here's a mission charter."

Harry accepted the file transfer and started to read it on his console. "This says that the expected journey will be 600 years long to get from the outer rim to the cluster of stars proposed for settlement designated the Helius Cluster. Is this supposed to be a Generation Ship thing?"

"No, all occupants ranging from the best xenobiologists to civilians needed for repopulation efforts will be cryogenically frozen during the trip."

"Will there be any safeguards or rotating maintenance staff to evaluate their status while under?" Harry asked. "This is a long time, after all."

"That's... a good question. I will need to bring this up with the other project leads."

"If something goes wrong, you don't want your ship arriving with a 'dead on arrival' load."

"Indeed," she said morosely as she scribbled down the note on her own datapad.

"Another thing that worries me: this ship is traveling through the Void between galaxies, with current eezo technology the range for discharging the core is but a few hundred light-years maximum. We're talking about almost 2.5 million light-years. By those metrics, everyone on this journey would be dead in a few months, if not years."

"We have already accounted for this." She flicked a file over and it opened on his display. "An experimental drive designated ODSY."

"Odessey. Clever," Harry commented without looking up.

"That was a happy coincidence, I assure you."

"Right."

"With the current simulations, the ODSY drive will be able to sustain the travel and more by recycling the charge back into the systems powering the cryogenic pods and other subsystems. Its four arms scooping up hydrogen from the void to keep it going."

"It says here you're planning on building five of these vessels?"

"Yes, Arks. One for humans, one for asari, one for turians, one for salarians, and one commanded by the quarians but will have other species on it."

"Any reason for this division?"

"I'm sorry?" Jeanne asked, genuinely confused.

"Why is each species getting an Ark? If this expedition is as dangerous as it is written on paper, would it not be more prudent to have a contingent of each species on each ark just in case theirs doesn't make it? What if there is an error in the ODSY's recycling system and the human Ark blows up, poof, no more humanity in Andromeda."

"There will be staffers on each vessel of a different species."

"But will it be enough to replace the population for a significant amount of time to allow more to come? It may take a long time to get a communications relay back to Earth or just Council space in general. Then there's the travel those signals need to go through. If it takes 600 years, it should be expected that the population must live on for at least a thousand years. And that's if whoever's here cares."

"What do you mean?"

"Six hundred-plus years is a long time. A lot of things happened in our own history in the last six hundred years. We went from circumnavigating the globe in sailboats to sailing the solar winds of space. Empires rise and fall, and my own accent's birthplace is a testament to that. In 600 years, there may not be a Council, there may not be a Systems Alliance. What's here may not look like what we left it as. And that time is a long time, long enough to forget things. People forgot about the Voyager probes until they reached their objective. People forgot about the first mission to Mars after it launched until it landed." Harry stood up and walked over to the window overlooking the expanse of a cityscape that was Tokyo. "What is the true purpose of this Initiative?"

"What?"

"You heard me, what is the true purpose?" He turned around to look her in the eyes. "No one builds a small fleet of the largest ships ever constructed filled with twenty thousand souls apiece just to explore a new galaxy that's six hundred years away which will require participants to uproot their lives and leave any family connection behind, for what? And the building alone being the GDP of entire nations for almost a decade pre-eezo tech."

"I-."

Harry interrupted, "And don't lie to me, I'll know."

She gulped borderline audibly as she could have sworn she saw his eyes glow green for a moment. "The true reason for this mission is only partly scientific." Harry waved his hand for her to continue. "While the primary purpose is scientific, the secondary purpose is as the name of the ships would state, they're Arks." She shifted uncomfortably and Harry placed a glass of liquor and set it in front of her. She took it and drank it all in one go. "The primary financier of the project had his suspicions confirmed with the arrival of the Reaper six months ago at the Citadel. A war is coming. A war never seen by any living being of cosmic proportions that will result in the end of all living things."

Harry nodded as he knew, after all, he had been on Virmire and heard the Reaper's speech about clearing all life. "So, it's to save as many as possible," Harry said confidently. "Twenty thousand of each species. The only species that will even have to worry about interbreeding are the salarians with their lifespan."

"Even so, with advanced algorithms and gene therapy, we can unlock the genome itself to artificially create genetic diversity and prevent such things."

"A complete restart."

"No Council politics. No shady government organizations controlling things from the shadows. Just survivors under a new flag and goal."

"Survivors who don't know they're survivors," Harry commented.

"Yet they'd be united in one goal-."

"The Initiative."

"Yes. We've chosen the best genetic matches. Thanks to the Gene Bank curated by Alliance hospitals, we can choose the best humans who will help keep the population going for centuries to come without any interbreeding."

"I thought you said that there'd be an algorithm to do that?"

"There is, it's doing the choosing and the Gene Banks availability makes it almost too easy to choose."

"That's a long time, 600 years," Harry said as he sat down in his chair again and took up his drink. "It's the sort of thing that will prevent many from going. Family, friends, other commitments."

"We know. Which is why we're prioritizing those who have no extended families, are only children, or are the only surviving member of their family first."

"They're less likely to leave something behind to cause regrets." She nodded.

"On top of that, those who have families will be allowed to bring them with them. Granted it'd be limited. Husbands with their wives and children, wives with their husbands or children, and so on. Granted, we will need to screen uncurable or terminal illnesses."

"If they die as soon as they step out of their pod, what's the point of them even going?" Harry asked the correct question as she nodded.

"Yes. The other member species of the Initiative are doing the same with them. The asari making sure the likelihood of Ardat-Yakshi is at a minimum, salarians with any unknown illnesses they've neglected to make known, turians the same. The only ones that we'll never know is the quarians due to their already compromised immune systems." Harry hummed. "Speaking of which, aren't you an only child?"

"I am. Are you recruiting me to be part of your Initiative?"

"Harry James Potter," she started to read a dossier. "Only child. Married to Fleur Potter, also an only child. No children and no living other families. Affluent businessman and entrepreneur. Inventor wife. IQ is well above average for the two of you. Natural born leaders," she finished. "Yes, consider this your recruitment."

"And what are you recruiting me and my wife to be?"

"Directors of the project."

"But you're the director."

"I know," she said as she took a drink. "It's a contingency plan. I'll be going on ahead with the Nexus well before the Arks leave the galaxy. Should something happen to me, all commands will default to you and your wife by proxy."

"You're trusting a businessman with your project?"

"Why not?" she said as she emptied her drink and set it on his desk. "You're run a business. You know how to manage people, their strengths and weaknesses alike."

"Yeah, but I can fire underperformers or those stealing from the company. Clearly spacing them would be a waste of resources."

"Indeed, it would, and you'll need to deal with that aspect whether it be disciplinary or reassignment to another task." She stood up and held out her hand. "So, are you on board, director?"

XxXxXxX

Harry sat in the aircar on the ride back to the penthouse suite that the company provided for him and did so deep in thought. Well, that he provided for him when he was on Earth as opposed to somewhere quiet in some back corner of the galaxy. He had taken the deal. He was now co-director with Jeanne Garson and whoever was pulling her strings. Using Legilimancy, even she didn't know who her primary – now secondary – benefactor was. There were terms and stipulations that he had to make Jeanne agree to in order to come aboard. The first was the more "mixing" of the species to ensure they'd be able to go on if one of the Arks went wayward and needed to be found. While each Ark's command structure would be under the command of the species it was assigned to, they'd all have a small population of a thousand or so of other species.

The second stipulation was that all of the future colonists had to be informed as to why they were leaving whether it was before they went into cryo or after. They had to know the true reason for the project even if half of it was for scientific reasons. He knew why it had to remain a 'scientific' project for the media. You say, 'Hello all, we're fucking off because we want to ensure our species survives while you die potentially horrible deaths at the hands of robots with a god complex. Best of luck,' and that will surely go over well. Totally won't cause terrorist cells to either sabotage the project or other government bodies to prevent it from launching on time. That was something that surprised Harry. The Council knew of the project. Well, they knew the purpose of it. After all, the Initiative had to divulge that information in order to get funding. Somehow the people that Shepard recommended be in power on the Council were the best choices because they were on board with it. Harry made a mental note to Obliviate those left behind, at least those in power. He knew what the Reapers were capable of: mind control and deception. If any one of them learned of the species in this 'Cycle' fucking off to hide and regrow they'd be coming after them shortly thereafter. Unlike the Home Defense Fleet (or any of the other warships fielded by the Council species), the Arks would be unarmed except for some point defense weapons to take out debris and meteors that stray too close. There'd be no fleet support. Only them and boots-on-the-ground fighters if needed.

The third stipulation he made was that, except for the highest people involved in the project who were leaving, his name was to be silent until they boarded the Arks to leave among the members of the Initiative. Jeanne could say that she had co-directors, but that was all. The fourth was renaming the ship's classification. They cannot be called Arks as that will spawn – albeit true – conspiracy theories and unneeded stress for the colonists and other members of the project. While it may not have historical, religious precedence in other Council species' lexicon, it does for humanity thanks to the Noah's Ark legend (myth or story either, you decide what you want to call it). Chaos would reign.

The aircar arrived at the penthouse and he went inside. "Honey, I'm home!" Harry announced walking in the door from the landing pad outside.

"How was work?" Fleur's voice called out from their bedroom.

"I met with Jeanna Garson, of all people."

"The Andromeda galaxy project explorer?"

"The same," Harry confirmed as he removed his 'modern' jacket and set it on the coat rack.

"What did she want?"

"She wanted to proposition both of us."

"To fuck?"

Harry shook his head with a smirk. It wouldn't have been the first time that some alien species would try and invite them to their bed for 'interspecies cooperation' such as that one asari senator. "No. I don't think she's really your type of person anyway."

"Many people are my kinds of person," Fleur argued with an audible pout.

"True, but she wouldn't be into it. No, she wanted to invite us to become directors of the Andromeda Initiative."

"Well?"

"I accepted. It's not like we have a lot going on here anyway in the galaxy. Any family we have has long since passed on. The Wizarding World is dead with no friends or family of said friends who even know us anymore. The world thinks we're incestuously related, clones, or that I and my 'father' have a mommy fetish because we choose the same-looking woman as our wife." She laughed out loud at that. "I think it's time we move on, maybe this new galaxy will allow us to rebuild what Voldemort's final followers destroyed," Harry lamented, despite sounding hopeful. "Maybe find a small little, atmosphere-held desert or dead planet, terraform it through magic and let magical creatures once more flourish."

"You know, there's one thing you're missing," Fleur said from their bedroom.

"Oh?"

"Making plenty of little witches and wizards to be stewards of it," she said as she walked out in a bathrobe.

"And you know of such a way?" Harry asked with faux ignorance.

"Oui," Fleur replied as she shimmied out of her robe revealing some of the lewdest lingerie he had seen her wear in a while that wasn't part of some kind of fetish play. It was a black, lacy ensemble that complemented her naturally creamy skin tone. No matter how much sun she took in, she still had the skin tone of a sun-kissed porcelain doll. She had a chemise with sheer black material that hung from it until it reached her panties. The chemise was cupless showing off her bare, pert breasts and stiffened nipples begging to be played with. Her panties were of the same black, lacy material and they were crotchless showing off her perfectly shaven mound which seemed to be dripping with anticipation with what he was going to do to her. On top of that, she was emitting pheromones and unleashing her Allure in full force letting him know just how much she wanted her husband. To top it all off she was wearing silk opera gloves and silk leggings with little lace tops. "Impregnating me."

"Well," Harry said as he loosened his 'modern' tie as he sat down on his favorite chair in the penthouse, "I think that's something I can help with."

She sauntered over, allowing her hips to sway appealingly. She parted his legs with her hands before kneeling between them and started to unbutton her husband's pants. "Oui, you can and will, mon amour," she said huskily.

'Horny Veela, both a blessing and a curse,' Harry thought as she lowered his boxers and started to polish his 'wand' with her perfect mouth to bring him to attention. It wasn't like she had to try really hard to do that, he mused internally.

To be continued...?

XxXxXxX

And with that, this sectional preview pilot is complete. There was a little bit of everything in this. There was a preview to initiate a flashback akin to that scene from Robot Chicken Star Wars 3 (at least I think it was the third) or any other parody where it starts "yeah, that's me" and ends with "this is how I got here" before playing Baba O'Riley by The Who that takes place during Mass Effect: Andromeda. Then there's the set of flashbacks we get from the First Contact War both before and after, Harry being propositioned for the Andromeda Initiative for the aforementioned game, and a bit of a cutaway hint at what the couple's love life is like. There are a lot of things that can be done with this, so let's go into that.

So, the first thing would be the First Contact War and Harry's accidental formation involvement in Cerberus. Then there are the events of Mass Effect 1 where I'm thinking that Harry and Fleur are consulting on the dig on Eden Prime when Saren and the geth show up causing the two of them to be swept up in Shepard's adventure. Now, that's the first divulgement. Do I want to have Jenkins saved? Obviously, he has to be out of the story in some way. Perhaps Harry offers him a "deal with the devil" type thing? I don't know. Then there are the romanceable characters with Shepard, which mind you is a male Shep. Do I have him go the exotic route with Liara, or stay human with Ashley? Because the main divergence that will happen is with Virmire where Harry will save whoever Shepard chooses to hold off the geth until the bomb is pretty much ready to blow. Hell, I may just make it Harry who does it who apparates to the other side of the planet microseconds before it blows and just says to pick him up on the polar other side.

Then comes the second game, do I have Harry go on with Shepard's second quest and rejoin some old friends and discover other secrets after being propositioned for the Initiative? Or, do I have him completely uninvolved outside of old friends showing up and him helping them on one of the recruitment quests or loyalty quests that Shepard does to ensure their survival? After all, the Initiative doesn't leave until the gap between Mass Effect 2 and 3, I do have that option since that one autistic kid shows up from the Overlord DLC in Andromeda (not some kind of insult, he was confirmed to be on the spectrum in some dialogue or something if I remember right. That, or it was in Andromeda they did that); so, the option is there. Mass Effect 3 is out because the Initiative leaves well before this. What I might do is have Harry or Fleur leave Shepard with some words that he'll take into consideration during the ending of Mass Effect 3. That, or Harry or Fleur will start some sort of immune treatment for the quarians that they leave and SAM completes while they're in cryo over those 600 years, shares to the quarian Ark which is administered while they're all sleeping.

Next, the romances. As I mentioned in the opener, I said that Harry and Fleur may sleep with multiple alien species because why not? Clearly, asari is at the top of the list. But, who do I go with? We have Liara, Shiala (the green one), Aria, Liselle(?) (Aria's daughter who dies between 1 and 2 in one of the novels if I recall correctly), Samara, Lexi (Andromeda's asari doctor NPC), or some other OC asari. Salarians, turians, and krogan I'm not as interested in; quarians though are likely. Though, the choices are sort of limited. The obvious is Tali who has always been our adorkable techie, the one aunt of Tali's, or some OC quarrian. I should reiterate, that I have no idea if any of this will actually happen, I'm just spitballing ideas for now.

But looking at the number of notes I've added here, this looks like one of those stories that will last quite a while and will reach "epic" length (well, as far as fan fictions go). Estimating it now, this will take a lot of time and dedication to create a story that feels unique but familiar, on top of the sparsely made lewd scenes where applicable (pre-final mission, etc.). If started, this could last quite a while.

On to new stuff. Previously I mentioned that I moved. Yep, you can see my productivity improvement already since I released something earlier this week. I had maybe 1000 words written before my move and I got another pilot done. Maybe it's the new scenery? I don't know. But I guess we'll see if this continues or not. I may be doing a summer clearing event again where I either burn through old fic ideas or trash them and post their proposed contents over in the Scrapyard. I do have a couple of other ideas that a few people suggested to me, that I have saved, and have been on the back burner for other ideas such as this one. So, look forward to those ideas hopefully dropping soon. I did come up with another oneshot idea which I completed the afternoon of this pilot's completion, it was just the setup of it so I can continue with it whenever I please.

As usual, tip jar addresses are in my bio. Let me know what you guys thought of this one in all the usual places. And I will see you all next time in whatever I decide to release next.