Alright, here's chapter 3 for you guys, I'll just post what I have made and hope you enjoy it.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 3: What am I?

The two began walking, making it to the street where they continued in relative silence. Sirius was silent for several moments as if thinking to himself, finally he stopped and turned to face Harry.

"Alright, I think I know a place where we can go, but it's a bit run down, and it's not exactly the most pleasant of atmospheres." Sirius admitted.

"It's fine. I'll take whatever at this point." Harry replied tiredly.

Sirius nodded and offered Harry his hand.

Harry normally would have asked what he was doing, but with Voldemort's memories, Harry knew that Sirius intended to Apparate them somewhere.

So, without question he took his Godfather's hand.

Harry felt himself pulled alongside Sirius, the two appearing on a street somewhere in London.

Harry blinked several times and glanced around.

"This way, this is my family's ancestral home. Haven't been here since I was sixteen, but I should still be able to get in. The place is abandoned and probably completely rundown, but at least it's a place to stay." Sirius offered, earning a nod from Harry.

As he followed after Sirius, he got to watch in amazement as the ancestral home of the Blacks began to emerge from between two of the homes. Harry took note of how either home was number eleven and number thirteen. It made sense to him that house had been made unplottable and thus invisible to muggles.

Harry walked alongside Sirius up the steps to the house. Sirius stood at the entrance for a moment, pausing for several long moments.

Harry could feel his anxiety, almost like a bad memory sprouting up. He was about to say something when Sirius opened the door and stepped inside.

Harry followed in after him and got a look at the rundown house as Sirius shut the door behind him.

"Home sweet home." Sirius muttered with displeasure.

He took several steps forward before a booming screech tore through the house.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HERE YOU VILE TRAITOROUS LITTLE WELP!?" Came the booming voice of a woman in a painting.

"God dammit…" Sirius uttered with a shake of his head.

He quickly looked around for something before finally taking an object and pulling out his wand. He used it to transform the object into a cloth which he threw over the painting causing it to go quiet.

"Sorry about that. My mother. I should have known she'd leave something like that behind. I'll find a way to get rid of it." Sirius offered, earning a half nod from Harry.

"What's yous be doing here you filthy blood traitor?" Came the voice of an elf that stormed into the entrance way.

"Oh lovely." Sirius sighed.

"Filthy blood traitor has covered mistress's painting!" The elf realized before rushing forward, only for Sirius to grab the elf, and push him back.

"None of that, you angry little devil. You can remove the cloth once we leave, but until that time she stays covered, otherwise I'm turning you into an end table." Sirius warned the elf.

The elf glared back at him before turning it's gaze towards Harry. It stared at him for a good long while before seemingly trembling. It then turned and quickly slinked away without a word.

"Sorry. That was Kreacher. Vilest little elf you'll ever meet." Sirius offered.

"I've met a few who are worse." Harry replied darkly, as his mind played the image of the two who'd aided in his torture and mutilation.

"Well, come on. Let's sit down, have a talk." Sirius offered, leading him into the living room.

The house itself was an absolute pigsty. Everything was covered in dust, there was cobwebs everywhere. Furniture was upturned or rotted. Sirius didn't seem to really care. He planted himself in a dusty armchair, and let out a sigh of relief.

Harry sat next to him on a worn, crusty looking couch. The two sat in silence for several long moments before Sirius let out another sigh and then sat forward, turning his gaze to Harry as he did.

"Are you alright pup?" Sirius asked.

"No, not really." Harry answered softly. His gaze fixated on the middle distance, staring at nothing in particular.

"Harry… please… tell me what happened." Sirius asked him.

"Where do I even start…?" Harry asked as he sat back on the couch.

"Just start at the beginning. Tell me everything." Sirius answered.

"Well… it started when Dudley and his gang decided it was a good idea to throw me in a muddy stream so I kicked him in the face and broke his nose." Harry began.

"Alright, sounds about what I'd do." Sirius noted.

"Well Vernon beat me and then threw me out, so I used the Knight bus to get to the Leaky Cauldron. I went looking for a new pair of glasses since mine were broken by Dudley and his idiot friends. I tried to follow the directions that the barkeep gave me, but I must have gotten lost, or turned around. It was Theodore Nott Sr. who stopped me and pointed me in the right direction. That direction being straight down a back alley where another of his Death Eater friends was waiting in ambush. They stunned me and took me to the home of a woman named Abigail McTash." Harry explained, earning at first fury, when Sirius heard about Vernon beating Harry. That quickly melted away to visible horror when he heard the woman's name.

"That vile bitch is still running around? How in the hell is she not in Azkaban?" Sirius muttered in disbelief before focusing his gaze on Harry. "We'd heard stories about her during the war. Someone who wanted to be one of Voldemort's top lackeys. A witch with connections far and wide, able to get her hands on almost anything. The Death Eaters used her as a supplier, but from what we heard, her real talent was in transmutation magic. Performing spells and rituals to permanently alter living things into other forms."

"That sounds about right." Harry uttered despondently as he held up his right arm.

Sirius gazed at the wrapped up appendage, taking note that it was very thin, almost looking skeletal despite the wrappings.

"I think it's the arm of a dementor." Harry stated, causing Sirius to blink several times before rubbing his face.

He knew he'd recognized that cold and dreadful aura from somewhere. How in the hell had that woman managed to get her hands on the arm of a dementor. As far as Sirius knew, dementors couldn't even be hurt.

"So she took your arms… replaced them with a dementors arm, and… something else. Something… reptilian." Sirius stated after a few seconds.

"That wasn't all she took. She said she was working on some sort of Chimera ritual. Said it was a means of creating a body to restore the Dark Lord." Harry responded, causing Sirius to blink several times and visibly pale.

"What all did she take?" Sirius asked.

"What didn't she take." Harry muttered dejectedly.

"Harry…" Sirius began, but before he could continue, Harry answered his question.

"My arms, my eye, she cut open my chest, my stomach, I've got a cut from throat to groin. She peeled off my skin, she… she… … …" Harry paused as his mind whirled. He had no clue what all she had taken from him. So much had happened while he was unconscious. He'd need to look in a mirror, really get a look at himself to see what had been taken and what had been added.

Even just sitting there, he realized with a sickening revelation that she'd removed his penis and replaced it. Whatever was down there now was reasonably larger than what he remembered feeling, and there was also his testes, which felt noticeably larger as well, meaning she had taken those too.

"I'm so sorry Harry. This shouldn't have happened. How did you escape?" Sirius asked softly.

The image of the murders played in his mind. How he'd died, how he'd gone to what could only be described as hell, how he'd come back from death and killed them all.

"They killed me…" Harry said softly.

"What?" Sirius asked.

"One of them… they came… the Death Eaters… they attacked the World Cup didn't they?" Harry asked, glancing at Sirius.

"Yeah, they did. How did you know that?" Sirius asked.

"They said they would. They came back, came to her house when it was all over to celebrate. They killed me. Used the Killing Curse on me. I died… and they left… and then I woke up… free of my shackles… I woke up… and I killed them all." Harry stated, his good eye flickering to Sirius who stared at him with worry, but also without judgment. It was that lack of judgment that made Harry feel infinitely better about the whole situation.

"The Killing Curse didn't work on you?" Sirius asked.

"I guess not." Harry spoke, leaving out the part about dying and going to hell. He wasn't quite sure if it was those entities that had revived him, or if it was something else, something Abigail had put inside of him.

"Maybe something she did to me, made me immune to it… There are magical creatures that are immune to all kinds of magic, right?" Harry spoke after a few quiet seconds, Sirius giving him a nod as he did.

"You said you killed them. The Death Eaters that were celebrating." Sirius spoke.

"My Right eye… I think she replaced it with the Eye of a Beholder. The central eye. When I focus my right eye's gaze onto something magical, it's magic fades around the focal point of my vision. I think I can shut off magic by looking at a person. I can also change it's power to the killing sight of a Basilisk but… that wasn't what killed them. I think it was accidental magic. They… destroyed my picture album. The only pictures I had of my parents. They threw it into a fire and I just… I lost all control. Magic exploded out of me… it tore them apart." Harry explained, causing Sirius's jaw to fall open.

"Beholders are extremely rare and powerful magical creatures. Mostly found in the Middle-East. Some say they're not from our world. Extra-dimensional aliens, that occasionally show up here. Killing them is incredibly difficult, as is harvesting their body parts. Considering they turn to stone not long after they die…" Sirius stated, being the only point that he could rationalize on. He earned a nod of agreement from Harry who also knew all of that thanks to Voldemort's memories.

"You said you also had the killing sight of a basilisk mixed in with that eye?" Sirius asked after a moment.

"Yeah, though I don't know if that was intentional. Now that I think about it… it's possible I gained two extra powers that she didn't have a hand in giving me. In my second year I was bitten by a basilisk, I nearly died but Fawkes cried tears into my wound and healed me. If her ritual was designed to fuse my body with other magical parts, maybe it worked on the Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears? Maybe that's how I survived the Killing Curse. I died, and was reborn… from my own… ashes…" Harry remembered vividly how he'd awoken in a pile of ashes.

He knew in his heart that he had to be right. Those entities hadn't brought him back, he was going to come back anyway. They had done something else to him, something he still didn't know.

"Damn pup… that's… rough." Was all Sirius could really say to that. The idea of dying and than being reborn like a Phoenix was mind boggling to say the least.

"I don't know what all she did to me. I'm able to grow this cloak from my right arm, it feels like skin, yet I can also feel through it like's connected to my body. Also for some reason those Death Eaters couldn't hit me with their spells. They always missed, hitting things around me. I remember hearing Abigail shout at them to aim wide. I guess something else she did to me, making me harder to hit? I don't know. I have no idea what all she did to me. I was there for over two weeks. She tore me apart… tore my body open. I feel like a monster…" Harry felt tears build in his eyes.

"No Harry you're not a monster. You listen to me. You did nothing wrong… those people… they deserved to die. They tried to kill you, you fought them, and escaped. There's nothing wrong with that." Sirius said to him, trying to comfort him.

"What about the Dursleys?" Harry asked quietly.

"What about them?" Sirius asked.

"Did they deserve to die?" Harry asked, grinding his teeth together as he did.

"You… you killed them?" Sirius asked softly.

"They tormented me all my life. They hated me from the moment I was dropped off on their doorstep. It's because of them I was even put into this situation… I've hated them for as long as I could remember. They kept something from me though… something that finally broke me." Harry responded before turning his gaze towards Sirius. The old dog stared back, his face devoid of emotion or judgment.

"What did they keep from you?" Sirius asked.

"My sister… I never knew about her…" Harry spoke, causing Sirius to blink. He then took in a breath and sat back.

"No one ever told you about her?" Sirius questioned as he stared off.

"No. No one ever said a word. I know we haven't had many chances to talk, and letters aren't exactly the best place to reminisce about the dead, especially a dead little girl, but how come no one ever told me about her?" Harry responded, rising to his feet as he did.

"I don't know Harry. Olivia was a sweet little girl. Always happy, always smiling. She absolutely adored you Harry. Always clamoring to be around you, she'd cry if you were taken out of the room without her. They should have told you Harry… I'm sorry." Sirius offered to him, causing Harry to stop and turn to look at him, tears spilling down his face as he did.

"That's all you have to say?" Harry asked.

"What else is there to say?" Sirius responded.

"What about the Dursleys?" Harry questioned.

"Good riddance. After what I've heard from others about your treatment there, I always intended to introduce that fat whale to the concrete, the moment I was able to. After what he did to you though, after all that you went through… I can't blame you. Honestly Harry, if I had gone through the same things that you had… I would have killed them a long time ago. Had it not been for you, Remus and I would have done the same thing to Pettigrew. I can't judge, not after all that you've been through." Sirius spoke, his words earning a slow blink from Harry.

"Listen to me. Killing the people who hurt you doesn't make you a monster. I spent all my life, trying to be a good person. It was people like your mother and father, like Remus, who helped me stay on a better path, but I've always been tempted. The Blacks have always been known as a dark family, and we've had a very violent history. I'm no exception. I had to do things during the war in order to survive. We do what we have to in order to survive. That's all that matters Harry." Sirius rose to his feet and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, matching his gaze as he did.

Harry blinked several more times as tears fell from his cheeks.

"We do what we have to, to survive…" Echoed in Harry's mind.

He averted his eyes, and for a few moments, he was silent. Finally he decided to address the largest bombshell that he'd learned.

"There was something else… something else that I learned from Petunia before I killed her." Harry stated.

"What was it?" Sirius asked.

"I think my dad and my sister are alive?" Harry stated, causing Sirius' jaw to slowly fall open.

"W-why? Why do you think that?" Sirius questioned him.

"When I confronted her about my sister… I somehow read her mind. I saw her meeting with Dumbledore. He said that I needed to stay with her. I needed to be in a place where I could be 'found'. Said that the 'children needed to be separate'. He said that my dad had offered to pay the Dursleys more money than they could ever dream of, if they watched over me until I was an adult. The way that Dumbledore worded it, and Petunia openly refusing at first by saying that my dad could just keep me with him… I can't help but think…" Harry explained, his words causing Sirius to stare on in disbelief.

"That's… not possible." Sirius stated as he shook his head and began to pace around the room.

"It is if I was meant to be bait." Harry said to him, causing Sirius to pause and glance over at him.

"What do you mean?" Sirius questioned.

"There was a prophecy… given by Trelawney. It said that a child would have the power to defeat Voldemort. It didn't specify which child but offered some criteria. I only know half of the prophecy, but it's a child born at the end of July, to parents who have defied the Dark Lord three times. It was either me, Olivia, or Neville Longbottom. Voldemort attacked our house to kill me and my sister. If Olivia is alive, than maybe she's the one this prophecy spoke of. Maybe she's the one that Voldemort actually attacked that night, and the reason that he died. If that's true than maybe someone only wants the world to think that I'm the real person responsible for his downfall. Maybe the whole, 'Boy-Who-Lived' idea, was created to hide the real chosen one, even from Voldemort himself. If he thinks he killed Olivia that night, than of course he'd believe the only thing left is me and Neville. Maybe both of us are bait, or a distraction." Harry explained his idea, keeping out the fact that he had Voldemort's memories for now. While he trusted Sirius he didn't quite know how far to take this just yet.

Sirius was quiet for several long moments as he pondered Harry's logic.

It was Harry himself who came to a realization as he was pondering this. If he was right, and his dad was alive, than he'd let his best friend languish in Azkaban for twelve years when he could have easily got him out. It was obvious that Sirius was taking note of this too, as his look momentarily morphed into one of horror and disbelief before being schooled once more as he shook his head.

"I don't know if I'm right. Maybe I'm totally off about this, but if I am right, than someone has been using me since I was a baby. And it's because of that person, that I ended up like this!" Harry declared, drawing Sirius' gaze back to him.

"I don't want to believe it pup. Your father was my best friend, he was always there for me. I have no reason to disbelieve you though. Lets not settle on anything yet. Give me some time, I'll do a little digging and see if I can't pick up anything fishy. I'd rather not start thinking vile thoughts about the dead, if you're wrong." Sirius offered after a few moments to compose himself.

"Alright… alright…" Harry nodded in acceptance. Taking it as a good sign that Sirius was at least willing to believe him.

"Here… why don't we find a room for you, than I can go look for some food for us." Sirius offered after a quiet second.

"Okay." Harry agreed.

After going through every room in the house, Sirius offered Harry the cleanest one to sleep in. He used his magic to try and clean it up a bit more, but it didn't really do much. Still, Harry was grateful, and laid down in the moth eaten old bed, to try and unwind, while Sirius went to find/steal some food for the two of them.

Harry sat alone in the room for several long moments as he pondered his situation.

Finally he sat up and looked around, finding a tall standing mirror he approached it and began brushing the cobwebs off of it, and dusting it off enough to see his reflection.

He removed the invisibility cloak, and then started to remove the Dementor cloak. As he pulled it up over his head, it began to pull itself back into his arm, receding until it was just covering his arm now.

Once uncovered, Harry was left naked, and could finally get a good look at what had been done to him.

A long nasty-looking scar ran from the top of his neck, down to his groin. The large eight-sided star-shaped symbol dominated his chest. His body was a patchwork of interconnected scars. Patches of flesh, that had been attached to his body after his original skin had been removed. The largest of these scars was the one on his chest, but they covered his entire body, like some sort of macabre puzzle.

With a great deal of trepidation he lowered his eyes to his groin, taking in the sight of what had been done to him. He had indeed been castrated, his penis being replaced with a larger one, that didn't look right. It quickly dawned on him that it wasn't just another man's penis, it was another creature's penis. Harry himself had never been anything other than average, or at least what he thought was average, but this, even while flaccid was bigger than he used to be.

The thought absolutely disgusted him.

Below his newly attached member was a large set of testicles. Much larger than he remembered them being.

If there was two parts of his body he hoped didn't work, it was these parts. He was even more disgusted with himself. Slowly he turned around, getting a look at his back where his two wings were located.

Both added appendages were folded up tightly on his back, appearing almost invisible if he wore a shirt or some other form of covering. That, at least, was a small blessing.

Most of his changes could be hidden with clothes, so at least he would walk around without advertising that he was a freak.

Harry had enough.

He allowed the Dementor cloak to shroud his body once more and he covered himself in the Invisibility Cloak. He then sat on the bed, and tucked into himself, trying desperately to fight off the feeling of absolute disgust that he felt.

"God, what was that bitch thinking? Did she throw everything at the wall to see what would stick?" Harry thought to himself sourly. He couldn't in his right mind figure out why McTash would want to replace his so many parts of his body. Some stuff made sense, but his dick? I mean… her desire was to make Voldemort a new body right? Figure out how to mix and match various magical animal parts to make him the perfect vessel, so why the fuck would she want to also give him a bigger dick? What point did that serve?

Well, he knew what point it served, but surely there was an easier way to go about it, that didn't require getting your willy chopped off and replaced by the cock of some magical animal.

Harry was left wondering about all of it for nearly an hour, when he finally decided that he had to go back. He needed answers, he needed to know. Abigail had instructed her house Elves to write everything down, meaning there was a record of her experiment. Maybe she also wrote down why she chose those parts? If nothing else, he could figure out everything that was inside of him.

He was waiting down stairs when Sirius returned. He arrived with some fast food taken from some restaurant Harry had never heard of.

"Hey… you get any rest?" Sirius asked.

"No. I've just been thinking." Harry replied.

"Oh? What about?" Sirius inquired.

"I need to know what she put inside me. I need to know why she put all of this crap inside me. I need to go back to her house… but I don't want to go alone." Harry said to him, his face carved in stone.

Sirius stared back for several long moments before beginning to nod.

"Alright. Alright, why don't we eat first, and than we can go? We'll go and see what we can find." Sirius offered him.

Harry was more than happy to agree. He accepted the food that was offered and scarfed it down hungrily. It wasn't until the first bite touched his lips that he realized just how hungry he was.

Within moments, he had finished his food. Sirius watched him the entire time, pity reflecting in his eyes as Harry downed the meal.

Once Sirius was finished eating the two stepped out of Grimmauld place, and ventured a bit down the street.

"Alright, do you remember how to get back there? I mean… how did you even get to Surrey?" Sirius asked as they walked.

"I apparated." Harry replied.

"You can apparate?" Sirius asked with surprise.

"I can now." Harry replied turning his gaze to Sirius and offering him his hand.

Sirius stared at the offered hand for a moment before taking it.

Just like before, Harry apparated without any difficulty. He appeared just outside of Abigail McTash's home. The rickety old building sat atop a hill somewhere in the English Countryside. It was a tall ugly building, and gave off a foreboding aura.

Harry felt his blood run cold at the sight of it, knowing what it contained.

Sirius waited on Harry to make the first move, taking note of the fear that reflected on Harry's face. He was about to suggest they leave and come back later when Harry suddenly began advancing.

He walked right up to the front door and opened it, Sirius right behind him.

They stepped in, and caught a ripe scent. It was the pungent smell of blood, and bodily fluids.

Harry stepped forward and turned his gaze into the living room where the massacre had taken place.

Sirius stepped up behind him and followed his gaze, his blood running cold at the sight of it.

A part of him expected to find most of the bodies, frozen with looks of horror, like Basilisk victims were known to have, but that was a far cry from what he got. The floor had fallen in, leading down into the basement. Below though was a sickening gore pit, where nothing human could be spotted. It was just pieces, just parts. Sirius could hardly fathom what kind of magic could have done such a thing.

"Come on, her lab is this way." Harry stated, breaking his godfather out of his concern, and leading Sirius into the other room.

Sirius' gaze hardened as he looked over the room. A vicious laboratory filled with instruments, and tools, and in the center of the room, a large, heavy wooden table, nearly dyed black from dried crusted blood.

"How twisted was this woman, she has this crap just out in the open like this?" Sirius thought to himself as Harry began to walk around the room, stepping over the dead body of a house elf as he did.

Within the room was mostly tools, though in a side room they found another lab, this one containing a large walk-in freezer filled with various samples and specimen containers. Attached to this room was an office where the two found stacks and stacks of notes.

Harry just stared across the tightly packed office, wondering to himself how someone could even exist like this, while Sirius began scanning the documents, looking for anything that could help them.

It took him a moment or two but he finally found something of note.

"Harry come look at this. I think I found a list of parts she used on you." Sirius stated, drawing Harry out of his pondering.

Harry stepped over to him as Sirius began to read off this stack of papers with little notes attached to them.

"The first thing she infused with you was the arm of a Behir." Sirius began, causing Harry to glance down at his left arm and run his eyes along the blue scales.

"The purpose of this transfusion was to try and transfer the Behir's electrical resilience and channeling ability to the user. Electrical resistance was confirmed through the arm, though electrical channeling was unconfirmed." Sirius continued.

Harry nodded slowly at that. A Behir was a kind of wingless dragon-like serpent that breathed lightning. Very rare, as far as Voldemort knew. Harry flexed the clawed hand a few times, hearing the bones crack in his knuckles as he did.

"The next transfusion was the arm of a Dementor. She hoped to grant you the ability to devour souls, gain the dementor's magical resilience, it's aura of dread, and the ability to produce freezing magic. She managed to confirm partial resistance, and the ability to produce cold, but wasn't able to confirm the soul devouring or aura of dread." Sirius said to him, turning Harry's gaze to his other arm.

"I'm not sure how powerful it is, but when she attached it to me, I did hear my mum's voice, like I did when I was attacked by dementors last year. Don't know if that means anything." Harry stated.

"Oh wow, the next thing she tried to put into you was a crazy one." Sirius stated as he sat down.

"Crazy? More crazy than a dementor's arm?" Harry responded.

"Yeah. She tried to bond you with a Phase Spider's shifting gland." Sirius answered, causing Harry's eyes to go wide. He remembered how he had teleported after first escaping from this place. It wasn't apparation but now he knew what it truly was. Phase Spiders were carnivorous creatures thought to only live deep in caves, somewhere in Africa. Though in truth, that wasn't true. Phase Spiders actually didn't live in their world, they lived in another dimension, and could phase into their world and attack, grabbing hold of targets and dragging them back to their dimension. Essentially they could teleport.

"I'd say that one was a success." Harry noted.

"You do?" Sirius replied glancing up at him.

"Yeah. When I broke out of here, I thought about the Dursley's home. I thought I had apparated there, but it wasn't apparation. It was this phasing ability. I know it was." Harry answered back, causing Sirius to blink several times before turning his eyes back to the document.

"Apparently the shifting gland was what replaced your appendix." Sirius stated, causing Harry to shake his head and sigh.

Not that he needed or even wanted his appendix, but still, it was just another part of his body that that fucking bitch had taken from him.

"The right eye is the central eye of a beholder, just like you said. Shit…" Sirius leaned forward and his eyes went wide.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Says here, on a whim she tried to fuse your brain with a Mind Flayer parasite. I don't know if you know what that is but…" Sirius replied though stopped when Harry's eyes went wide and all color drained from his face.

Because of Voldemort, he knew exactly what that was. Mind Flayers, much like Beholders, were an extra-dimensional alien, that was known to kidnap people and turn them into other Mind Flayers, by using a parasite that would latch onto their brains and slowly convert and mutate them into the alien creatures. Mind Flayers had incredible telepathic powers, able to read minds, control thoughts, and do all sorts of things with the minds of others. They also ate people's brains, so there was that too. Harry reached up and held his head, as his eyes flickered too and fro in fright. He remembered feeling something crawl inside his head. He remembered how it brought on feelings and emotions. He also remembered it dying. Had the process failed? No… he knew that it hadn't. He could feel the emotions of people around him. He could feel Sirius' emotions right now, without even looking at him or using a legilimency probe, something that Voldemort was quite good at.

"It says here that the parasite died minutes after the bonding process began. It latched onto your brain, but instead of hooking into it like it normally would, it was attacked by a foreign magic and died, only for the Chimera ritual to then bond the corpse of the parasite with your brain, leading to… unknown consequences." Sirius glanced up at him as Harry let out a rueful chuckle.

"Well you saved me on that one Tom, thanks for that." Harry thought spitefully as he remembered how his scar had burned after the parasite had died. If he had to guess the Horcrux protected itself from the foreign invader and ended up snuffing the life out of the infant organism.

"Just… go on." Harry said to him with an angry sigh.

"After the parasite, she removed parts of your throat and replaced them with the throat and glands of a black dragon." Sirius blinked as he read that statement.

"Black dragons breathe acid right?" Harry asked, remembering how his spit had burned Abigail's body.

"Yeah…?" Sirius responded.

Harry nodded and then licked his finger. He then ran it along the desk beside them, and they watched as smoke began to rise from the desk.

Sirius blinked at the sight of it, and took in several breaths at that.

"We'll mark that down as another success." Sirius noted.

"After that, she tried to replace your heart with the heart of a Red Dragon." Sirius stated.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"In order to grant you the magical power of a dragon. According to her notes, the process was a complete success causing your magical reserves to sky rocket by nearly eight times what it was before, and she noted that she suspects it would go much higher as time goes on, as dragons get more powerful as they age." Sirius responded.

"What about my skin?" Harry asked after a few moments of thought.

"The… 'Sub-dermal' layers of skin were replaced by the skin of Red, Green, White, and Black Dragons, supposedly to grant you heightened immunity to their respective elements, being fire, poison, frost, and acid. It was also meant to give you a degree of magical resistance as a whole. The outer layers of skin were replaced with the skin of something called a 'displacer beast'. A type of feline-like creature that refracted light off of it's skin when threatened, making it appear like the beast was actually a few feet from it's real position. This made it immune to direct targeting from spell-fire or ranged weapons." Sirius read the file.

"So that's why they kept missing me. The saw me standing somewhere else. She told them to aim wide. Wherever I was, they had to aim away from me, because the real me wasn't there. That or they'd have to use spells that affected a wider area." Harry noted.

"Says here that the skin is no longer lost, the layers of skin remain in their proper place, so that the outer skin doesn't eventually fade away as time goes on, making the power of both sets of skin, permanent." Sirius added in.

"Great." Harry sighed.

"The Wings of a Thestral were added next…" Sirius began, blinking in confusion and glancing up at Harry who stared back at him for several long moments before suddenly the two wings unfolded from his back, earning a frightful yelp from Sirius.

"They fold up quite nicely. Let me guess… the reason for these was flight?" Harry replied.

"Uh… yeah…" Sirius blinked several times, his eyes flickering between Harry's wings and the document.

"It goes on to say that she mixed Dragon bone powder with your bones, making them denser and more resilient to damage. Replaced your upper body muscle tissue with Giant muscle tissue for increased strength, while replacing your lower body muscle with that of a Centaur for increased speed. She replaced your pen…" Sirius kept reading aloud though stopped as he got to that part, and glanced up at Harry with visible horror.

"Just keep going." Harry averted his eyes, and fought off the blush that was forming on his face. He was already horrified by this whole situation, he didn't need Sirius making it worse.

"Alright… Minotaur penis and testes for increased testosterone production, to help fuel muscle growth and density…" Sirius stated, causing Harry to raise his gaze to the ceiling.

He stared off for several long moments before letting out a groan of annoyance and disgust.

Harry lowered his gaze to Sirius and stared at him for several long moments as he felt himself grow sick. Most of the things in him, belonged to either animals, or alien creatures, neither of which he really cared about. The muscles of a Centaur, that bothered him, that bothered him a lot because Centaurs were sentient. They had their own culture, they were people and someone had harvested the muscles of one to put inside of his body. Giants were sentient too, and again, someone had stolen the muscles from a giant. That just added to horror of this whole situation.

"I'm going to be sick…" Harry sat on the ground.

"Pup…" Sirius began to stand, only for Harry to hold up a hand.

"Please, just finish reading. Let's hear the rest, and than see if there's a way to undo it." Harry said to him.

Sirius nodded at that and quickly glanced down at the document.

"Alright… Ashes of a unicorn, meant to grant advanced healing, which was confirmed, the ability to sense evil, immunity to poison, immunity to death magic, and charming spells, all of which was unconfirmed, except I do believe we can cross off the immunity to death magic, if you did in fact die and came back to like." Sirius kept on reading.

"Powdered Thunderbird feathers, meant to grant control over the weather, or at least the ability to generate weather systems, unconfirmed if the power manifested. Goblin Blood was used to grant you access to Goblin magic. Elf blood taken from House Elves, used to grant you access to Elf magic. Vampire Blood and Werewolf blood were also used granting you access to Vampire magic, the increased senses of a werewolf, as well as the ability to take on the form of a werewolf. All of which is currently unconfirmed. If you add them all together, plus the Phoenix tears and Basilisk venom you get… twenty-five different things, plus human, that now make up your body. She considers the process a success, and hopes she can prove a few more abilities have manifested before the Death Eaters show up to murder you. As far as she's concerned, she's figured out the bonding process. Looking through these documents, it looks like all of this was meant to be permanent. Every part of your body was sacrificed as it was replaced, so even if there was a way to get rid of all of this stuff, your body parts are gone pup." Sirius explained to him after reading further through the papers.

Harry let his head drop at that. So this was permanent? He was stuck like this. Even the possibility of dying to escape this hell wasn't on the table, if he was right about being reborn from his own ashes. If that was the case, than he may very well be immortal, and that meant he was stuck like this… forever.

Harry sat down and leaned against a cabinet. Sirius stared down at him with obvious pity, as Harry digested his situation.

He was sitting there, thinking quietly about all that had happened to him. He was stuck like this, and there was no way of changing back, or escaping it. What was left for him to do, other than just keep on living, and find out what had become of his family.

Slowly, he let out a sigh, and raised his head. He brought up his hands to rub at his face, only to feel the heat of his left hand, causing him to open his eyes and stare at the mark carved there.

He blinked several times, as the mark glowed a faint red.

After several moments he raised his gaze to Sirius.

He pulled himself to his feet, as he realized there was still something more he needed to know.

"That wasn't all she did to me. She carved marks into my body… does it say anything about those?" Harry asked.

"Marks? What kind of marks?" Sirius inquired in response.

Harry showed him the marks on his left arm, and then pulled back the cloth on his right hand to show him the two there. He even mentioned the large one on his chest.

Sirius blinked at the marks, getting an uneasy feeling from each. He quickly scanned through the documents, looking for anything that may hint to her reasoning for putting them there.

It took several moments, but he finally found something.

"Here… I think this might be it." Sirius spoke up.

"What is it? What does it say?" Harry questioned.

"Okay… says here that this was more of a longshot than anything else. She was trying to bond you with a pure magical source, something that had absolutely no physical parts to it. She carved five marks into your body, each corresponding with something she refers to as a 'power'. Her plan was to try and summon an entity that either served or was manifested from one of these powers. She didn't care which so she tried to summon one from each, and even tried to summon an unaffiliated entity. She just wanted to know if it was possible. She succeeded in summoning four entities, or spirits, each one corresponding to the four 'great powers' One that represented blood and war, one that represented magic and change, one that represented pleasure and decadence, and one that represented disease and stagnation. All four entities tried to possess your body while the bonding ritual was still in effect, and all four were subsequently fused with your magic before they could possess you. It says here that she expected some form of mutation to occur, or some kind of alteration, but nothing happened after the fusion was complete. Her final note is the hope that something may happen before you're put to death." Sirius explained what had been written down.

Harry listened closely as he remembered how the entities fought for control of his body. Well three of them did, the fourth seemed more interested in reading his mind, and almost seemed to enjoy the idea of being bonded to his spirit, even if the other three reacted with fear at first. When he had died, it must have been these so-called 'powers' that he felt trying to pull him apart. The presence of the fifth entity had stopped them. Something had occurred when it arrived and the other four had stopped fighting and then they did something to him.

His eyes drifted down to the symbol of the Deathly Hallows that was carved into the blackened mummified flesh of the back of his right hand. It was the only symbol he didn't remember Abigail carving, and according to Sirius she had only carved five. Meaning she hadn't placed this one, something else had. If the stories surrounding this symbol were true, than this symbol had a lot to do with Death. Did that mean that Death itself had placed it? He remembered the feeling of the fifth entity, and how it's embrace had felt cold, like death, but it had also felt like a release from all of his pains and burdens. Was the fifth entity death itself. He remembered the kiss it had placed on his brow, such a gentle, almost loving gesture. Had it saved him from those entities? From the 'great powers'? His eyes drifted across the other symbols.

The one on his right palm, glowed blue, and blazed with magic. It had to be the one representing change and magic. The one on his left palm, glowed a dim red, and gave off a heat, most likely meaning war and blood. The one on his left forearm had a dim purple coloring to it, and was pleasant to touch, pleasure and decadence. And finally, the one on his left shoulder, had a green hue, and the scale it was carved into was sickly, meaning disease and stagnation.

So then what did the symbol on his chest mean? What was it affiliated with?

The answer didn't immediately come to him, and he was left with only his speculations.

"Sounds like whatever she tried to have possess you, died in the attempt. Which seems to be what she wanted. Her ritual helped to kill these things and bond their spirits to yours." Sirius noted.

"Yeah… sounds like it." Harry said softly, as he gently rubbed at the mark of the hallows on the back of his hand.

"What do you want to do now pup? We can pour over this information all day, but I don't think it'll tell us anything we want to hear. My guess is the only way to reverse what was done to you is to take the creature parts and replace them with human parts, but even then…" Sirius spoke up, causing Harry to grimace in disgust.

"I'm stuck like this… that's been made apparent." Harry muttered as he turned and began to leave the office, Sirius grabbing a few of the documents and following close behind him.

"We'll figure it out Harry. I promise." Sirius offered to him, trying to keep his spirits up.

Harry said nothing as they made their way through the house. They were closing in the entrance when Harry stopped and glanced across the living room. His eyes passed over the collapsed floor, aiming squarely for the open doorway that led into another room across from them.

He knew Abigail's body was there somewhere, but he couldn't see it from where he stood.

Turning away from the door he began to circle the exterior of the living room.

"Harry?" Sirius questioned him as he followed after the boy.

Harry walked around the exterior of the living room, looking for another way into the room where Abigail's body was. He knew there had to be one, and he quickly found it.

He entered into the room, and glanced to where he body should be.

He felt the air leave his lungs.

A pool of dried brown blood lay upon the floor where her legs had come apart, and yet… she wasn't there.

Harry stared at the place where she had fallen, his eyes widening as Sirius stepped up next to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, as he noticed Harry's terrified look.

"She's not here." Harry spoke in a whisper.

"What? Who?" Sirius asked as he glanced down at the blood stains.

"Abigail McTash. This is where she was… where I… she should still be here…" Harry spoke as he felt himself begin to tremble.

Sirius felt his gut sink as he came to the same horrible realization that Harry was having.

The blood stains looked like they led into the room, so it was obvious that she hadn't fallen into the pit where the living room once was. So where was her body?

Suddenly, Sirius got the feeling of being incredibly unsafe. Almost like they were being watched. He had learned to trust this instinct a long time ago. He quickly grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him from the room. He could hear Harry fearfully muttering to himself.

"Where is she?" Harry's words were terrified.

The two made it to the front door and out into the open field.

Once they were free from the house, Sirius apparated them back to London, and basically dragged Harry back into Grimmauld place, where they were greeted by the loud shrieks of Sirius's mother, that he quickly had to silence by covering her once more.

Harry was near catatonic with fear for over an hour.

He sat in the living room, staring off into the far distance with terror plastered onto his face.

She had to be dead, she just had to be. Even if someone had come to save her, her mind had been shattered. She was as dead as one could be, with their body still being alive.

Even if she had somehow been saved… even if… maybe he had missed someone, or she had another house elf, or something like that… even if she had been pulled out of the house, she still wasn't a threat.

His rationalization was enough to slowly pull him out of his fearful state. The idea of not knowing for certain bothered him deeply, and he felt the need to throw up. Sirius stayed with him for the entire time.

"It's going to be alright Harry. If she's still out there… we'll find her. I promise we'll find her." Sirius had whispered to him.

Harry knew it was impossible. She was dead. Even if someone had saved her body, her mind was gone. He just needed to relax. She couldn't hurt him anymore. She was gone.

"It's alright Sirius… I'll be alright." Harry said to him, leaning back in his chair as he did.

Silence was shared between the two for many long minutes before Sirius felt the need to finally ask.

"What do you wanna do now pup? I mean… what do you thinking about? After everything that's happened… I don't want to leave you, but… I also don't want you to have to be on the run with me. I don't want to put you in danger. Until we find Pettigrew and clear my name, I'll always be a danger to you. Even knowing that, I don't want to leave you." Sirius said to him, earning a pained smile from Harry.

"I don't want you to have to leave me. I think… no I know I have to move past this. I have to find a way to live with it. I know Voldemort is still out there, and he'll be coming after me. I know that my father is out there, my sister too. I have to find them, have to figure out what happened, and why I was left behind. I think the best thing for me to do is to try and get back to something normal." Harry responded, doing his best to say these things and mean them.

He most certainly wanted to stay with Sirius and he needed answers, but he wasn't ready to return to Hogwarts, or try to get back to a normal life. He was a freak now, a monster. He felt disgusted with himself, and he wanted to just crawl into a dark hole and never be seen or heard from again.

He couldn't do that though. He needed answers. Hogwarts housed one of Voldemort's Horcrux, so he could use going back as a means to find it and deal with it. Going back to Hogwarts, might also be a means of figuring out what had happened to his father and sister. Dumbledore obviously knew, but without knowing why they had been kept from him, Harry didn't quite trust confronting the Headmaster with his knowledge of the situation.

There were too many unknowns, to much that confused him. He did need some normality, and a part of him wanted to see his friends again. Ron and Hermione did have a way to making things better, even if sometimes they could be annoying, or aggravating. Still… he wondered how they would take this. They'd probably be horrified… but… would they think he was a freak?

"You want to go to Hogwarts?" Sirius inquired.

"I think I should. I think… no… I need to go back. Try to have some normality in my life. Get myself grounded, ya know." Harry answered.

"Well… I don't exactly think this is the year for it pup. The school year is going to start here soon. You've got about two weeks till then, but I've heard through the grapevine that this year Hogwarts is hosting the Twiwizard tournament." Sirius began to explain.

Harry made a face at that and nearly let out a groan. That was just his luck. The year where he wanted everything to be quiet and normal, so he could come to terms with what had happened to him, was the year where the school was going to be louder and crazier than ever.

Thanks to Voldemort's memories, he knew what the Triwizard tournament was, and he also knew that it hadn't been held in a long time due to how dangerous it was. Two additional schools would be joining Hogwarts for the year, to participate in the tournament.

Maybe that would be a benefit though? Maybe having so many other children present would keep everyone's eyes off of him, giving him the year of solitude that he craved.

"Maybe it'll be a nuthouse at Hogwarts, but even if it is, it wont be much different than what I'm used too." Harry offered, is as good-natured a way as he could manage

"You're sure about this? You don't have to go. I don't think anyone would blame you for just wanting to get away from everything for a while." Sirius asked him.

"I know, and a part of me does want to get away from it all. Still though… I just can't help but think that I'll go crazy if I spend all of my time hiding. I need to find a way to deal with this, and try to live a normal life." Harry responded to him, earning himself a small smile from Sirius.

"Well alright then. If you're sure about this, I wont stop you. We'll need to get you your supplies for the year, a new wand, and a means of covering up that killing anti-magic eye of yours. I'd say a good eye-patch would do." Sirius offered with a chuckle, earning one from Harry as well as he envisioned himself with an eye patch.

"Well, my vision seems to have corrected itself so I don't need glasses anymore. You're right about the eye though, I definitely need to get it covered, especially if I run into Malfoy…" Harry grumbled that last part to himself, only slightly surprised as he felt that murderous feeling fill his eye.

The two chatted for a bit longer, as they planned to go and retrieve some money from Gringotts and then go and gather Harry's things that he would need for the coming year. Sirius also asked if Harry wanted him to tell the others what had happened to him, or what all he wanted Sirius to share with them.

Harry asked him to keep quiet about most of it, just to tell those that had been looking for him, that he was alright, and wanted to be left alone for now, but that he'd see some of them at Hogwarts, and speak to others when he could.

That night, as Harry slept, he had a dream, one that gripped him tightly in it's grasp and showed him things beyond imagining.

These visions were of a creature, something towering and mighty. Alien to his eyes, yet it's form was vaguely familiar to him. A great winged, bipedal monstrosity, that seemed to tower over everything around it. He watched in this vision as this colossal creature sent forth storms of magic with a wave of it's hand, wiping out cities and structures with unnatural ease. He saw it lay it's hands upon the earth, causing sickness and decay to bellow out in all directions, causing life to crumble with unnatural ease. He saw the towering thing advance upon scores of soldiers, armed with every weapon imaginable, they fought against him, and yet they could not hold him back as he charged into them, hammering them apart with a blackened sword, and a towering axe.

The vision shifted, and there was the creature, sat upon a throne of bone. By it's side were several figures. Twisted demons in the form of women. Each one was pure ecstasy to his sight. Their beauty was otherworldly, as they stood, clad in garments that echoed their union to the massive creature, and to something more.

There was five of these women in total. One stood nearly nude, she was radiant and beautiful. Pale silk hung from her body, the only covering that she wore. Angelic wings, hued by pinkish-purple feathers draped long off of her back. Were it not for the two curled ram-like horns, or the long, bone-like tail, Harry would have thought her an angel. Her eyes blazed a brilliant blue, and framing her face was long blonde hair. She was absolutely ravishing, and just the sight of her in his vision made Harry, want to claim her as his own. Even in his sleep he felt himself grow painfully hard just looking at her.

She stood beside the creature, her hand placed provocatively high on the creature's leg.

Beside her stood another woman, this one was draped in blackened armor. Her hair was jet black and her eyes a blazing emerald green, upon her head grew a crown of blackened horns that circled the crest of her skull. She was also beautiful, her stance gave off a domineering aura, a sort of threatening gloom that gave off the feeling of impending attack. She was mighty, and ferocious looking. She appeared nearly human, though her slender legs, gave way to cloven hooves instead of feet. She also had a pair of wings, long and bat-like the ends of which were pointed with barbed, spear-like tips. In one hand she held a spear, it's shaft of dark wood, it's head a pronged, barbed thing, meant for wrenching open flesh and tearing open bloody wounds. In her opposite hand she carried a shield, emblazoned with the twisted form of a lion.

She stood forward, in comparison to the others, almost as if ready to defend them from attack.

On the opposite side of the throne stood two more women. The one closest was blonde of hair, with blazing blue eyes. Her eyes burned like fire in her skull. Across her body were symbols and runes, that glowed with magical power. In one hand she carried a staff made of flesh, with wiggling tendrils dancing off of it, and in the other she held a blackened book. She was draped in pale blue robes. This woman was beautiful, lovely, like a princess. She was also the first one that was familiar to him. He definitely did not know her as she was now, but something about her was familiar. At first she seemed the most human of the women, only for a cluster of tentacles to emerge from her back. Long and octopus like, and amongst the octet of thin tentacles, was a ninth appendage. This one though, was not a tentacle, but the body and head of a blue scaled snake. The eyes of which, blazed with the same intensity as the woman's.

She stood proudly, giving off an aura of understanding, and seemingly meeting his gaze as he observed the scene, almost as if she knew he was there.

Beside her, stood another woman that Harry found familiar. She was naked, naked as the day she was born. A set of antlers spread out from her dark hair, with small bells woven amongst the thorns. This woman was beautiful as well, though in a very macabre sort of way. Her skin was pale and sickly, and it would undulate and pulse as if something moved within it. This woman's belly was fat, as if swollen from pregnancy, and yet, across her stomach, stretching out from her belly button were lips that would occasionally pull back revealing a massive mouth, set in her stomach. This mouth carried three rows of jagged, gnarled teeth that seemed to extend impossibly deep into her belly. Whenever her belly peeled open, Harry could see something growing within it. Something tucked far back in the impossible cavernous darkness. He couldn't see it clearly, and yet, he knew that it had to be her child. A child that mimicked the others. At her feet, and held in her arms were four twisted and bloated creatures. They were small and round, bloated and vile, and seemed to cling to her, and claw at her with want. The one held in her arms, looked to be nursing from her round breasts, though given the long jagged teeth sported by the other three, Harry didn't know how comfortable such a thing could be.

She obviously didn't mind though, and her sickly pale eyes drifted from her offspring to the towering creature on throne, almost reverently.

The last of the five women, sat on the creature's lap. She was small, smaller than the rest, and seemed to be the most human of the five. She was a dainty, blonde haired woman, with light blue eyes. Her skin was pale, and as noted, nothing seemed amiss about her. No horns, no tails, only a pale smoke that emanated from her back taking the form of a pair of skeletal bat-like wings. She was dressed in pitch black robes, and seemed almost childlike. She looked no older than he did now, yet just like the other four, Harry found himself wanting her, desiring her even. As he felt this want pass through him, she turned her gaze to meet with his. Harry felt himself seize at that, unlike the other women who only 'seemed' to see him, this one was looking right at him.

She stared at him for a moment, and then offered him a pleasant smile.

Her presence seemed like a comforting one, he felt his fear begin to fade, and a familiar, cold embrace wash over him. It was then that a flash of light filled the air, and with that light, he saw her for what she truly was. A skeletal thing stared back at him. A thing of dim, multi-colored bone, with the blackest eyes he had ever seen.

It was Death… he knew it without knowing why.

It was Death, and even as that realization washed over him, he could not escape the feeling of comfort that she gave him.

She stared at him with blackened eyes, and began to reach her hand out towards him.

Without needing to close the distance, he felt her small soft hand upon his cheek. It was unnaturally cold, yet it didn't bother him at all. He sunk into the touch, remembering how it had comforted him and saved him after his death.

The multi-colored skull itself seemed to smile at him, and he suddenly noticed that all four of the other women were looking at him now.

It was then that he felt the eyes of the creature upon him. The towering beast stared down at him, it's form indescribable. Harry's eyes lifted to meet with it's and to his shock he came to find a familiar blazing emerald orb staring down at him, and beside it a burning golden eye that matched the one in his own skull.

Harry awoke then. Awoke with a heave as he felt himself trembling from terror and panic, and excitement. It was like everything hit him all at once, and he found himself shaking and unable to stop himself.

He spent the remainder of the night tucked in bed, trying not to fall asleep again. It was relatively easy, since he remained painfully erect for nearly two hours, yet he could not bring himself to touch his engorged member, still to disgusted with himself, and with it, to indulge in what he thought might make it go away.

Every time he shut his eyes, he thought of one of their faces. The only one that didn't frighten him was, oddly enough, the face of Death. When he thought of it, he thought of it's embrace, and without realizing it, he wrapped the Invisibility cloak, tighter around himself.

He was pulled from his musing by a knock at the door.

Sirius poked his head in, and found Harry surprisingly gone.

"Harry?" Sirius spoke, only for Harry to sit up and pull the Invisibility cloak off of himself causing Sirius to blink several times in surprise and shake his head.

Despite barely getting any sleep, Harry felt reasonably well rested. He wondered if that had anything to do with the vampire blood coursing through his veins. He also had to worry about the full moon, and whether or not he'd been stricken with lycanthropy or not.

Something for later.

The two quickly departed from Grimmauld place, with Harry making a mental note that he needed to also go shopping for some clothes. He wondered if there was a way to hide his Behir arm, as it's color and size made it quite noticeable. The Dementor arm was easy enough to hide, as were most of his other changes. Even his wings were easy to conceal so long as he wasn't wearing a tight t-shirt. Which, considering he almost exclusively wore hand-me-downs was a rarity.

Sirius apparated them to Diagon alley and then transformed into Padfoot. The two then headed for Gringotts arriving around the time when it first opened.

The two entered into the bank with Padfoot trotting behind Harry. Harry knew from Voldemort's memories that Gringotts had security in place that could detect Animagus, but they didn't really care if a person was in their Animagus form or not. So long as they followed the rules, didn't go where they weren't supposed to and recognized that goblins didn't speak animal, they didn't really care.

Harry also knew that they had protections in place to stop wild, or dangerous animals from being smuggled into the bank, so he was only mildly surprised when he felt a ward activate beneath his feet, stopping him in his tracks. He then saw a troop of goblin warriors come rushing out of a side room only to stop when they spotted him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Came the voice of one of the lead goblins.

"You tell me, you're the ones who stopped me." Harry replied.

The goblins stared at him in confusion as another goblin whispered something in the lead goblins ear.

"Something must be wrong then. Look at him!" The lead goblin barked.

More was whispered, so the lead goblin grabbed the whisperer and aimed his head at Harry.

"Does that look like a dragon to you!?" The goblin snarled, before shoving away the messenger.

A few seconds later and the wards that held him in place deactivated, allowing Harry to move once more.

"Apologies wizard. For some reason our defensive wards registered that a dragon had come through the front door." Came the word of one of the bank managers as he approached Harry and Sirius.

"Your wards aren't wrong, manager." Harry lifted his Behir hand, allowing the cloth to slide back and show the blue scaled hand.

The bank managers eyes went wide and then he shook his head, muttering 'wizards' under his breath.

He then motioned for the guards to return to their stations.

Thankfully there was hardly anyone else in the bank this early on a week day, so few had noticed what had happened.

Harry proceeded onward, making his way to one of the tellers.

"What can I do for you?" The teller inquired.

"Yes, I'd like to withdraw some money from my account, I don't have my key on me." Harry said.

"That'll be ten galleons to replace the key. Name?" The teller began writing on a piece of paper.

"Harry Potter." Harry answered.

"Alright mister Potter, and how much will you be withdrawing today?" The teller asked.

"I'll take a thousand galleons." Harry answered, knowing full well that he could return what he didn't use. He knew he only had a limited amount of money, but he'd need to buy a lot of things today, and he didn't want to come back to Gringotts.

"Alright. The money will be withdrawn and brought to you with your new key in about three minutes. You should know Mr. Potter that your vault has been marked down for an audit. Something to do with some strange changes involving our information on you. The results are still pending, you'll be sent a letter once the audit is complete, or a request for a meeting with your account manager if there are questions or concerns." The teller informed him.

"Okay… well… I'll keep my eyes open for that." Harry replied. It was at that moment, he wondered if they'd send it to him via owl. He had to wonder what had happened to his owl. He'd sent her off to Weasleys before his kidnapping to drop off some messages so he had no idea what had happened to her. Had she gone back to Privet Drive? Was she still with them? He didn't know, but he'd have to look into it. He doubted she would have remained at Privet drive for very long. Once she couldn't find him, or grew hungry she would have left. He doubted the Dursleys cared enough to go into his old room.

A few minutes passed when he received his money and a new key. Once he had that, he and Sirius departed the bank, heading out into Diagon Alley.

The first thing they did was go and buy some new clothes for Harry. He currently had only the black cloak grown from his arm which drew some curious and somewhat spooked looks from people, and of course the Invisibility Cloak, but he couldn't just wear that around everywhere.

He purchased a number of outfits for himself, even changing into one after buying it. Once he had a reasonable number of clothes to make it through life at Hogwarts, he went to Ollivanders.

He arrived at the old wand-makers shop and stepped inside.

Ollivander stepped out from the back and frowned when he saw him.

"Mr. Potter, welcome back. Tell me, you haven't misplaced your wand, have you?" The old man asked as he advanced towards them, pausing for only a moment to pat Padfoot on the head.

"Thrown into a fire actually." Harry responded, earning a sigh from the old man.

"Shame that. So you've come for another. Tricky customer such as you, I'm sure I'll find just what you need." Ollivander offered.

Harry nodded, accepting that this would take a while.

Ollivander pondered the boy for several long moments, his eyes trailing him up and down. He then made a face and turned towards a box set on the counter. Unlike all of the other boxes this one seemed newer, more freshly made. It had a feminine touch to it, as if a girl had made the box, wanting it to look pretty.

Ollivander approached the box, and opened it, taking out the wand inside. He then turned towards Harry giving the boy another curious and somewhat concerned look before crossing the distance and handing the wand to him.

"Try this one out." Ollivander offered, taking a step back as Harry took the wand in his hand. It was strange, the appearance of this wand. It looked almost exactly like his phoenix feather and holly wand, only the wood seemed a bit… darker. Almost like the wood had received a burned finish.

It felt comfortable in his hand, and with a flick, sparks shot out of it, earning a smile from Harry, a bark from Padfoot and very concerned look from Ollivander.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, glancing up at the man.

"Nothing." 'It's a ghost.' Ollivander replied with his best attempt at a smile, though Harry could hear his worried thoughts.

Harry glanced back down at the wand he held, and sudden realization passed over him. This… this was his wand.

He blinked several times and raised his gaze to the Wand Maker.

"Where did you get this?" Harry asked, his voice louder than he had meant it to be.

Ollivander flinched as if struck by his words, turning away and rubbing at his neck with a visible nervousness.

"It was… brought to me. By a young girl. She dropped it off here. Said that it was waiting for someone… for it's master. It's not right. I've seen terrible things before… but I've never seen anything like that." Ollivander responded with fright building in his eyes.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked, glancing downed at the burned wood. He knew what was wrong with it, he knew it shouldn't be here. It had been thrown into a fire, just like his other belongings. His wand should be gone, and yet here it was. Brought to the wand-makers store to wait for it's 'master', to wait for him. Brought by a young girl…

'It's a ghost…' Ollivander had thought. Harry stared deeply at the wand, before closing his eyes. In his mind he could see her face. The face of death. A young blonde haired girl, a vibrant, multi-colored skull that seemed to emanate every color imaginable, with eyes so black, no light could ever escape their depths.

Had Death brought this here? What did that mean? If it truly had been death… than why? Why save his wand? Was she watching him…?

He blinked several times, as he realized that he was referring to this primordial force of nature as 'she'.

"Thank you, mister Ollivander, for keeping this safe. How much do I owe you?" Harry asked.

"Nothing… it is yours… after all." Ollivander answered, fear dancing in his eyes.

"Well… then before we go, can I buy a new wand holster?" Harry asked, earning a nod the wand-maker quickly set about his work, measuring Harry's arms and quickly setting about picking out the right holster for him to use.

Once he had one, he payed the nervous wand-maker what he owed him for the holster and left, Sirius trotting beside him, glancing up at Harry with a curious look.

"This is my old wand Padfoot. It should have burned with the rest of my things." Harry explained to the dog, causing Padfoot to make a noise and continue along, finding the situation just as strange as the wand-maker had.

The two continued their trek through the alley, buying all of Harry's supplies for school, and even a few bits and bobs he'd need going forward, including a new trunk, since Harry's had been abandoned back at McTash's house, and had fallen into the gore pit with the rest of her living room. The last thing that they bought, was an eye patch for Harry. The two ended up at the place that Harry had tried to find when he had originally come here. Tiny Tim's Wondrous Ocular Enhancements.

With a bit of encouragement from Padfoot in the form of playful barks and whimpers, Harry chose something 'stylish' and 'sleek'. He ended up with a black eye patch, with a snarling wolf's head, embroidered into it.

Harry thought it was a bit ridiculous, but he couldn't deny that it did have a certain charm to it. It was, at the very least, cool.

Most of Harry's outfits were chosen to hide his mutated features. All of his shirts were long sleeve and he wore a glove over his Behir hand. It didn't do much to hide it, as the arm was more muscular and it had large plates around the upper arm and shoulder that made it look like harry was wearing a pad under the shirt.

Still it did something, and that was all he could ask for at the moment. A part of him considered getting a charm or bobble that could be used to cast a glamour but those were very expensive, and tended to wear out quickly. Not to mention, that thanks to Voldemort's knowledge, he knew that such sensitive charms wore out even faster when subjected to a constant flow of magic. Given how much magic he had pulsing inside of him to the point where it was almost leaking out of his body, meant that such charms would likely last for a very short time.

The duo spent some time collecting some food items to survive at Grimmauld place, and Harry picked up a book on cleaning charms that he intended to force Sirius to learn to help spruce up the place.

It was later than evening when Sirius finally made a call to Remus.

Sirius stood knelt over the fireplace, while Harry stood off to the side, out of sight.

"Sirius… is that you? Where had you been?" Remus questioned as his face appeared in the fireplace.

"I'm with Harry, Moony. I found him." Sirius answered.

"You found him! Is he alright?" Remus questioned with worry.

"Yes, he and I are at Grimmauld place. We'll be staying here until Harry leaves for Hogwarts." Sirius responded.

"What happened to him? Where was he?" Remus asked, after letting out a sigh of relief.

"He was held by Death Eaters, Remus. They did terrible things to him. Look he doesn't want to talk about it, and he doesn't want anyone worrying. He's safe now, and he'll be back to Hogwarts at the start of the next term. I want you to let everyone know but keep quiet on where he is." Sirius instructed his old friend.

"I see. Sirius everyone's worried here. A massive fire broke out on Privet Drive. Several homes burned to the ground, including the Dursleys. Sirius… they've been murdered." Remus informed him.

Sirius blinked several times at that and nodded. "I've heard. It was Death Eaters, the same ones that were holding Harry. They destroyed most of his things, I'm guessing they went there to kill the Dursleys as well." Sirius offered as an explanation.

"Damn. Okay… I'll handle things here, you just look out for Harry. I'll let Dumbledore and the others know. Also, tell him that his owl has been with the Weasleys these last few weeks, she's driving them absolutely bonkers, so I think she's as worried for him as we were." Remus said, earning a light chuckle from Harry, which Remus must have heard.

"I hope you're doing alright Harry. We were all really worried about you. Take whatever time you need, I know this must have been a harrowing experience." Remus spoke up, causing Sirius to glance up at him.

"I will Remus… and thank you. Tell everyone that I need some time to get my head on straight, but that I look forward to seeing them all again. If they'd like to write to me, I'm sure you know where to send the letters, and I'll happily take Hedwig off their hands." Harry replied, stepping in front of the fireplace and kneeling next to Sirius.

"Will do Harry. Stay safe will you, and keep Sirius out of trouble. Write when you can and I hope to see you soon." Remus said to him, gaining a pleasant smile from Harry in response.

"I will. Look out for yourself too Moony. I also hope to hear from you again soon." Harry affirmed.

With word finally out that Harry was alright, the swarm of letters would soon follow.

That night, Harry laid awake in bed, fearful of what dreams he would have. He was so worried in fact, that he did not sleep at all. Though again, he made it to morning feeling fine. He was beginning to wonder if he even needed sleep anymore.

The next few days passed by quite quickly with Harry spending most of his time going over what he would say to his friends and professors, and how he'd respond to their questions. He knew he couldn't hide what had happened to him for very long, but that didn't mean he wanted them to know the extent of it.

As far as anyone could tell, his arms had been taken, his eye, and something had been done to his throat. If that's all they knew, than Harry was fine with that.

While the days passed, he pondered on if he should go and retrieve Voldemort's Horcruxes. He decided against it, not knowing if Voldemort would feel their destruction. The best idea he had was to wait for the Yule Holidays and before he left Hogwarts, retrieve the Horcrux there and then get the locket, and the ring. Than he could deal with three at the same time, leaving only the cup, which was hidden by Bellatrix. He could also use this time to find out what had happened to her, and figure out where she had hidden that one as well.

He definitely wanted them found, but he didn't want to alert Voldemort to his knowledge of them until he had all of, or at least most of them, at hand.

So with that crusade on pause, he was left to patiently wait until the start of the new Hogwarts year. During that time he helped Sirius clean up the old house. Sirius wanted little to nothing to do with the place, and grumbled to himself constantly as they moved from room to room, cleaning it up as best they could.

It was as they were cleaning that they kept finding dark artifacts of the Black family. Sirius wanted to throw them out but Harry suggested that they be taken to the Black family vault and stored away there. You never knew when they would be useful.

Sirius offered his agreement at that, only for Kreacher to keep showing up and stealing the artifacts, and hiding them in his cupboard in the kitchen.

It was after the sixth or seventh time this happened that Sirius lost his patience with the cruel and crotchety little house elf. He was busy berating Kreacher while Harry dug through the cabinet pulling out all of the items they had intended to remove from the house. It was as he reached the final object, the most well hidden that his jaw dropped open.

This object was a golden oval with a serpent-like inlet of green jewels. This was a locket, Slytherin's locket. The one that Voldemort had made into a Horcrux.

Harry removed it from the cupboard and turned his gaze towards Kreacher, as soon as the little house elf saw what he held, he tried to grab for it, only to be restrained by Sirius.

"Where did you get this?" Harry demanded as he rose to his feet and approached the house elf.

"Can't! Shouldn't have that! Must! Must destroy it!" Kreacher howled as he clawed for the locket.

"Who? Who said that you had to destroy this? Who was it?" Harry demanded as he knelt in front of the elf.

"What is that thing Harry?" Sirius asked in confusion.

"Salizar Slytherin's locket. The same locket that Voldemort made into a Horcrux, to hold a piece of his soul within." Harry responded.

"A horcrux… how the hell do you know what that is?" Sirius questioned, as he continued to restrain Kreacher.

"When I died, the piece of Voldemort's soul that had latched onto me when he was destroyed thirteen years ago, fused with my soul. I got access to all of his memories at the time of his death. It's how I can apparate, how I know some of the things that I shouldn't be able to. Voldemort made a number of these Horcruxes, even intended to use my murder, my sister's murder, to make a final one. He succeeded without realizing it. These Horcruxes are the reason he's still alive. I know where most of them are, this one should be in a seaside cave near to Voldemort's childhood home. How did it get here Kreacher?" Harry explained to Sirius, his gaze never leaving Kreacher.

The House elf remained silent for a few long moments as Sirius digested this information. After several seconds he noticed that Kreacher had yet to answer the question.

"Answer him!" Sirius shouted, giving the defiant house elf a rough shake as he did.

"It was master Regulus. He got it, made me take it. Made me promise to destroy it. You mustn't have it! It must be destroyed!" Kreacher rattled out.

"Regulus… my little brother…?" Sirius let go of Kreacher at that, letting the elf drop to the floor and rub at his neck.

"He was a Death Eater… but he betrayed Voldemort. Stole this locket." Harry spoke up, knowing who Regulus Black was.

"No one knew whatever happened to him. What happened after he stole the locket Kreacher?" Sirius questioned the elf.

"He's made me swear not to tell anyone. To lie if they asked. He was pulled into the lake by the dead things there." Kreacher answered, unable to defy a command from his master.

Sirius blinked several times and glanced at Harry.

"Inferi. Hidden in the water to protect the locket." Harry responded, proving that he did have Voldemort's memories.

"Merlin… none of us knew. Harry, do you know how to destroy that thing?" Sirius asked as he knelt next to Harry.

"I do. The Basilisk I fought in second year, I used it's fang to destroy one of his Horcrux. There's another Horcrux at Hogwarts, and one more at the Gaunt Shack. The last one was hidden by Bellatrix Lestrange. You wouldn't know what happened to her, would you?" Harry inquired.

"Bella, she's my cousin? She's in Azkaban now. I close my eyes and I can still hear that mad bitches cackling echoing through the prison." Sirius muttered with a shake of his head.

"Alright… we need to wait until all of them are gathered together. I'll find the other at Hogwarts and bring it here, then we'll go and get the one at the Gaunt Shack. Kreacher… if I promise to help you destroy the Locket, will you keep it safe and hidden here for me?" Harry asked the little house elf, earning surprise from him.

"Yous… will destroy it?" The elf questioned him.

"I will. I swear it. I just need to wait until I've gathered them all. I don't know what'll happen, if it'll alert Voldemort if I destroy them one at a time. I need to gather all the ones that remain. So you'll keep this one here for me, okay. Keep it safe until I get the others. I'll bring the one in Hogwarts back on Yule break, and then we can go get the one in the shack. If you can, while I'm away Sirius, look into Bellatrix, see if you can't figure out where she might've placed the last one. Hufflepuffs cup." Harry turned his gaze towards his Godfather.

"Destroying these things… it'll finally destroy Voldemort right?" Sirius asked.

"Maybe, at the very least, it'll make him mortal again. So it's the only way to stop him for good." Harry responded.

"You really do have his memories..." Sirius noted as a grim looked passed over his face. A realization striking him.

Harry knew what that realization was.

"I saw him kill my mother, kill my sister. I also saw him spare my father's life. It's how I know he's still out there. Despite him throwing the Killing curse at Olivia, it was his last act, before everything ends. The whole 'Boy-Who-Lived' thing is a lie. He never even attacked me. She should be dead too, but… people say I survived the Killing Curse so maybe… just maybe…" Sirius was left stunned by Harry's words.

A few tears fell from his eyes, as he was left with other choice but to believe his godson. James was alive out there. He was alive, and he was in hiding, and Harry's earlier suggestion, his rationalization that this could all be tied into a plot to trick Voldemort, it burned at Sirius's soul. If James was out there, than the first thing Sirius was going to do when he found him was punch him square in the face for abandoning Harry with the godawful Dursleys. Then he was going to punch him a second time for abandoning him in Azkaban all those years.

As Sirius fumed silently, Harry handed the locket back to Kreacher.

"Kreacher's be keeping this safe until the time comes. Kreacher wants to see it destroyed. Wants to see master Regulus' final will done." Kreacher took the locket, holding onto it tightly.

"It wont be too long now Kreacher, you have my word." Harry promised the elf, earning a resolute nod from the little creature.

Sirius was quiet for the rest of the day, and Harry left him to his musings, spending most of his time deep in thought as well. He now had one more piece of Voldemort's soul due to an incredible bout of good fortune. If he could locate the Cup, than he'd have everything he needed to ensure that Voldemort was rendered mortal.

For the first time in what felt like a very long time, Harry felt a touch of optimism. Maybe, just maybe, he'd finally hit rock bottom, and as the saying goes, from there, there's nowhere to go but up.

He hoped that was true, he really did. He needed some good news in his life, he needed more positive momentum. Maybe, he'd be able to see this through and defeat the Dark Lord. Maybe he'd finally be free of that monster.

Harry could only hope, for now, he had a bit more waiting to do before returning to Hogwarts. He just hoped that this year, he avoided being the center of attention. He endured the spotlight for long enough, a bit of peace and quiet would definitely do him some good.

-To Be Continued-

Things are getting a bit better for Harry. Maybe the worst has passed? Doubtful, we all know what's waiting for him at Hogwarts. What are these dreams that Harry is having, what is that creature at the center of them? Exciting secrets lay ahead, stay tuned for more.