Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

by I LIKE FEAR 1-2

Cast into the shadows, and captured by Evil, the Boy-Who-Lived suffered in agony. Twisted, mutated, and mutilated, what happens when he escapes back into the world and learns a terrible truth. Blessed by darkness, guided by death, the world's savior has been lost. A nightmare has been born with only two goals in mind; survive and prosper. (Warnings/Cliches inside)

12. Chapter 12

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Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 12: Olivia

The meeting ended there. Harry had gotten what he'd wanted.

While he told Daphne and Tracey he sought to know the reasoning of their parents, that in truth, was just a small part of his reason for meeting them. Regardless of their answers, good or ill, this was the outcome he had sought. To gain their allegiance. With it, he now had the means to begin working towards the establishment of a new faction. His return to Hogwarts was a quiet thing. Daphne and Tracey remained behind to discuss in private with their parents, how they would move forward.

Now that the contract had been fully settled, Harry was free to turn his mind towards the future. Much still needed to happen.

Several days passed. The day after their meeting, Harry was joined by Tracey and Daphne once more, both asking to speak with him and discuss how they would act in school. While Harry intended to reveal his position as Lord Black once he removed Draco from the Line of Succession, neither girl intended or desired to continue acting like there was any possibility of them ending up with him. Tracey even wondered if it might be possible to move into the Room of Requirement with him and Luna, even if Daphne was hesitant since it left her sister vulnerable.

Harry admitted that it was possible for them to do so, since they were his wives, and as a Lord he had the right to a lord's quarters here in the castle, which he could share with them, but that didn't help Astoria, and technically without revealing the Slave Brand, people wouldn't know that Luna also had the right to be here.

As far as Harry knew, the professors were unaware that Harry and Luna weren't living in their dorms any longer. Harry's roommates were probably happy he was gone, while Luna's housemates always enjoyed tormenting her, so they probably hoped she was sleeping in some classroom somewhere just to avoid them.

A solution would need to be found for that possible threat as Harry had sworn to keep them safe, and he had meant it. Regardless of their rocky relationship, they were his wives now, and he would protect them. So he offered to teach them how to protect themselves, not just using magic, but without it as well. They were willing to accept it, given that they had no reason not to, so he started teaching them.

He started in teaching them basic things, like how to throw a punch, or how to try and break out of a grab, just basic things, and how they could use their mutated gifts to help them. They began to run experiments, determining what their newest mutations could offer them.

Luna, Daphne and Tracey were gathered around as Harry held up a twisting squealing rat by the tail. He instructed Daphne to have her serpent bite it, so they could see if the snake had poison or not.

She did so, slowly and with a great deal of unease, spurred on by her curiosity to know.

She could taste the rat as the serpent slowly closed it's many razor sharp teeth around it's small body, and she pulled back almost immediately after biting into it, feeling something in the serpent's teeth as it bit in, some strange feeling like a muscle movement she couldn't explain.

They watched as the rat twisted and convulsed. Daphne could see how magic had flowed into the rat's body as the snake bit into it. That magic now twisted and expanded, growing and filling the rat, with a rapid and violent intensity.

Harry was left little more than a second to toss the rat away, as it began to glow blue and then rapidly began to expand.

He tossed the rat through the air, towards the far side of the room, where it popped in a shower of gore before hitting the ground. It's final shriek of pain, filling the room before leaving it totally silent.

"Wicked…" Tracey mumbled, being the first to speak.

"Wow…" Daphne muttered in agreement.

Harry blinked several times at the sight before turning towards Daphne.

"What?" Daphne inquired, when she noticed his look.

"I agree with Davis, wicked." Harry nodded.

Harry then left for a bit to go hunt down and capture a number of small critters from the Forbidden Forest. He returned an hour later, to add his catch to the two he had started with, so they could keep studying this. He had Daphne test her serpent's bite on a few more small animals. Each time, she explained to them, how magic was injected through the serpent's teeth into the body of the animal. It then shaped, and reformed and then began to expand, causing the body to burst.

While initially horrified by the grotesque sight, by the third one, Harry could see in the two girls something he hadn't before. Tracey was enthralled and perplexed, she thought it was cool as hell, and while admittedly was saddened by the death of the one 'cute' animal being a rabbit, she wasn't overly bothered by the rats. Harry had to wonder in her case, if she was already a bit unhinged when it came to death, even before receiving Nurgle's gift of sight.

Knowing about her past, and the trauma she had suffered with her brother, it already made it evident that she had some issues, but the nature of death, which at first he thought terrified her, he was now starting to see was something she was entranced by. It made sense to him, given what she went through. It's not that she wanted anything to die, or to see things die, but she wasn't bothered about the deaths of things she had no attachment to. The rabbit only bothered her because it was cute, but aside that it was just another animal to her. Yet when she though that Daphne may have died, and she was taken back to the moment of her brother's death, she had passed out.

There was definitely a lot going on there, so he'd have to keep an eye on that, and perhaps see if there was anything he could do to help her work through it.

Daphne on the other hand, immediately showed that she may have a psychopathic tendency or two, as once exposed to the act of killing, the tiny little voice of morality vanished, and so too did her hesitancy when it came to inflicting the injury.

She quickly became far less cautious about delivery the fatal bite to her prey, and didn't flinch away when they burst. They'd eventually need to try this on a larger animal just to see what happened.

Studying Daphne's power, revealed to him far more than just her ability. It gave him deeper insight into his wives, and he was beginning to understand that they were more than just a touch disturbed. This became very apparent though, when they began testing Tracey's gifts.

She allowed the flowers in her hair to bloom, and Harry took one of the captured rodents, a mouse this time, and brushed it's body against one of the flower vines, that Tracey held out, separate from the rest of her hair.

The effects were almost immediate as Harry placed the mouse on a table and they watched the animal violently convulse from the effects of the poison.

It shook and twisted, and it's fur began to fall out, starting from the point where it initially made contact with the flower.

It's skin began to turn black, and pop open at the point of contact. Across it's whole body it's skin rippled and cracked open, spilling droplets of blood and murky green fluid on the table.

The mouse's eyes turned milky white, and it's lips pulled back, revealing it's pointy jutting teeth. The creature stopped convulsing after a few moments and staggered onto it's feet.

It then turned and faced them, it's gaze settling on Tracey, and then on Harry, and then back to Tracey. Repeating the motion without end.

"It's dead." Luna noted.

"A zombie." Daphne uttered in amazement.

"A zombie mouse." Tracey corrected, reaching out to poke at the mouse's head, the creature lifted it's itself at the approach of her finger, smelling at it, and clawing at it with it's tiny hands.

Suddenly, the mouse stopped, and it began to move away. Tracey blinked as it crossed the table, stood up on it's hind legs, walked a few feet, dropped back down, and then walked in circles.

"Whys it doing that?" She asked in confusion.

"Because I'm telling it to." Harry answered, his eye fixated on the undead creature.

"You can command it?" Daphne asked him, as the three girls glanced in his direction.

"I can. I'm quite certain that Davis can as well. The only orders it'll obey above hers, would come from me, since she's bound to me through the slave brand, despite her being it's creator, I am, magically speaking, her master. So it'll probably just follow the magical hierarchy. Meaning technically we could all command it, since you are all bound to me through the slave brands. If I gave you permission than, Daphne and Luna should also be able to order it around. Give it a try first Davis, tell it to do something in your mind. Just direct your thoughts to it, and try to instruct it." Harry explained to them, earning amazement from Tracey and Daphne, while Luna nodded in agreement with his suspicions.

Tracey did as instructed, though started by just vocalizing her commands. She told it to stand, and spin in place, and it did so, much to her amazement. She then had it move in a specific pattern across the table. And again, it did so. The creature responded instantly to her commands, and after a bit she started trying to give it mental instructions, and she found that it easily responded to the little voice in her head.

They tried it out with Luna and Daphne. At first nothing happened, but the moment Harry gave them permission, the undead mouse began to respond to their instructions.

Daphne and Tracey were astounded by this newfound power, and soon, after infecting the rest of Harry's captured rodents, they had a small troop of undead critters clustered on the table in front of them.

The final test they performed was to see if this affliction could be spread from the zombies themselves. They watched as Harry set the last uninfected critter down on the table, where it was immediately swarmed and attacked by the half dozen others. A medium sized rat. It was torn open and heavily mauled but a few seconds after it's death, the assaulting zombies pulled back, and quickly the infection ran it's course, and soon the rat rose from it's death to join the ranks of the other creatures.

The troop of zombies was caged, and the group was left to sit down and discuss this new discovery.

"Under no circumstances can you allow anyone to touch your hair. Even with the flowers closed, those bulbs are delicate, if someone brushed hard against them, or something of the like, there's a chance they could be infected. I know I have an immunity to it, and I'm assuming you all do too, for your own reasons, but if someone were to be infected, we now know the consequences. It will kill them." Harry stated firmly, directing most of this towards Tracey.

She nodded in agreement before speaking, "I'll keep my hair tied up and start wearing a hair covering. I don't want someone to bump into me and end up turned into a zombie."

Harry accepted that, and the following night they met up again to continue learning. The days continued on without much fanfare, Harry was still treated with a growing level of disrespect, though most were keeping their distance, fearful of the boy who had killed a dragon all by himself. Again, Hermione had tried to approach him, and again he had turned her away. She tried apologizing, almost to the point of begging him to forgive her and be her friend again. He had simply shaken his head and told her that what point was there in forgiving her when they couldn't be friends again. She had turned her back on him, and had broken his trust. She couldn't win that back, and he didn't want friends that he couldn't trust, couldn't rely on when things were at their bleakest. He had thought Ron and Hermione were friends like that, but they'd proven him wrong.

This naturally left her devastated, and practically begging but Harry simply shook his head and left her alone. If Hermione wished for his friendship again, she'd have to earn his trust. How she could do that, not even he knew. All he knew for certain is that he couldn't be her friend, if he couldn't trust her. So unless she somehow managed to change that, he couldn't and wouldn't forgive her, any time soon.

And speaking of friends who'd lost his trust, the Weasley twins hadn't pranked him anymore since the first task, it seems they were weary of him now and Ron was too much a coward to approach him, instead choosing to watch from a distance as Hermione took the hits.

He continued to spend time with Fleur, even managing another date. He had also shared a number of dates with Luna as well, as the next several days passed. All in all, things were still dreadful in the castle, but Harry paid it little mind. The ideals, and opinions of his classmates, no longer concerned him. They could call him what they wanted too, and think what thye wanted, he didn't care. So long as they didn't do anything to physically harm him, or try to torment Luna, he was fine to ignore them.

Each night he enjoyed very pleasant, often incredibly raunchy dreams. It always started with him and Luna, drifting into the dreamworld after engaging in a bit of nighttime activities. Fleur was swift to join them, mounting him lustfully, and taking Luna empathically. He had known that Veela were hermaphrodites, but never truly how, until Fleur unveiled it. From a thin crease, hidden in the soft blonde of her pubic hair, emerged her penis. It grew out of the folds, to a considerable length, close to eight inches. It didn't quite look like a human penis, being all red, and covered in a different kind of skin.

Watching as she rode him, and penetrated Luna, he couldn't help but wonder how true to life it was. He knew this was a demonic body, born of her subconscious, and thus it wasn't fully accurate, but is that how it actually was for her? And if so, was the scale accurate? He didn't know, but it ultimately didn't matter. Not even for a moment did he feel repulsed or turned off by the sight of it, lost as he was in a lustful haze. Luna certainly offered no complaints.

They enjoyed the carnal ecstasy for a good long while, and once again, Harry found himself with another of the girls without really realizing it. This time it was Tracey. He rutted madly into her depths, enjoying the sounds of her moans, as he groped her breasts with passionate need. She mewled and bucked against his thrusts, her sounds utterly wanton, almost bestial. He finished in her depths, holding her against him as he spilled his seed inside of her, fulfilling a desire he had long held for the motherly demon, who's nest of offspring chortled and cackled at the sight of their mating.

Though he caught sight of Daphne watching the scene play out with lust, her hands working at her sensitive areas through her robes, it was once again Olivia who found her way onto his member.

Once more he fucked her, and once more he finished in her depths.

He awoke with a pleasured sigh, fully erect, and without much in the way of discussion pulled Luna on top of him, and onto his wanting, slick member.

They rutted in lustful passion for a half hour or so before both felt themselves settle. It had been over a week since Harry's meeting with Lords Greengrass and Davis, and he had dreams like this almost every night since then. This was the first night that Tracey had involved herself directly, but Fleur and Olivia were an almost constant presence.

Fleur was growing a lot more flirtatious and physical during their time together. It was obvious to him that she recalled a lot about their shared dreams and it left her wanting. She had yet to mention it, but he knew it was on her mind.

This morning at breakfast, he noticed Tracey's eyes on him the entire morning. Occasionally he'd glance in her direction and she'd look away, pretending like she hadn't been staring. He knew she had recalled the dream as well, and he guessed that the time had come to address that point.

He gathered up Luna, and had Tracey, Daphne, and Fleur meet him in an unused classroom.

"So… I think we should talk about what happened last night." Harry began, causing all three women to physically cringe. It was the first time he'd ever brought Fleur together with Daphne and Tracey, but Fleur knew already that they were the ones that Harry had told her about.

"I think I'd rather not." Daphne noted with some embarrassment.

"Well that's perfectly fine Greengrass considering we haven't done anything yet. Considering you aren't asking what I'm talking about, I'm guessing you remember our shared dream." Harry said to her, causing her blushing face to redden further, while Tracey was busy trying to sink into her robes. Fleur was obviously flustered, but kept her composure better than the other two.

"We share zose dreams?" Fleur inquired, curiously.

"Yeah. We do. Luna and I are conscious of our actions in the dreamworld, while for the rest of you, it's more so subconscious action, like an actual dream. As you begin to change, you'll transcend your purely physical selves, and gain more control in the dream." Harry explained to her.

"Oh… well I guess I need not feel so bashful about having zose dreams since you remember zem too. I zought I was just being horny." Fleur admitted.

"Well, you are, but that's besides the point." Luna noted. Fleur turned her gaze towards Luna, and felt her smile grow more intimate, as she vividly recalled plunging herself into Luna's depths, and doing so without hesitation.

"You were quite wonderful yourself." Fleur complimented her.

"Oh, why thank you. I've never been with anyone other than Harry. I wasn't sure if I would like it, but I found you quite remarkable. I still prefer Harry though." Luna offered in response.

"Why of course you do. You're in love wiz him." Fleur pointed out, as if it was the easiest explanation in the world.

Luna blinked at her for a moment, and then thought on it. She then nodded, accepting that as the truth, as it made the most sense to her. The sex with Fleur was pleasurable no doubt, but it actually meant something with Harry. Fleur's explanation made it perfectly clear why she would prefer Harry over her.

"So… we… you and I, I mean… we actually… 'did it'… right?" Tracey questioned Harry.

"Yeah." Harry responded simply.

"Does that bother you?" Tracey asked softly, almost with a touch of shame in her voice.

"Not really, no. It was surprising that it happened now, but I'd expected it for a while now. It's your subconscious minds, your instincts, deeper feelings, and emotions. It isn't influenced by your conscious feelings as much as you'd think." Harry shrugged at her.

"But… I mean… after everything that happened, don't you think this happened too fast?" Tracey asked again.

Again Harry shrugged in response. "I told you Davis, that you were starting at zero with me. Since then I'd say we've had a positive go at things. Yeah we haven't tried dating yet, or anything more romantic, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to it. Like I told you, I'll put in the effort if you do. If you want this to just be a friendship where we fulfill our marital duties to each other, than so be it. I don't know either of you enough to have developed deeper feelings for you. Yes I find you both attractive, but aside from that attraction, I'm still getting to know you. We haven't actually done anything yet, these are still just dreams. I can control my own actions in the dream world but I can't control yours. I don't know what led you to jumping me, Davis, it could be attraction, or lust, maybe even curiosity. It's something you were interested in deep down, so you just did it. No need to put more thought into it than that."

"Okay… maybe a bit off topic, but I've been wondering for a while now about that 'thing' in our dreams. Some kind of monster that always appears. It never looks the same, but I always know it's the same entity. Sometimes I see it killing people other times its… 'with' us…" Daphne questioned him, turning the conversation a bit away from Tracey's embarrassment.

"That creature is me… my inner spirit. It changes because I'm still changing, uncertain of my truest nature. It took on some major changes after I died the second time, as it took on an aspect of great power I obtained in the other world. You've certainly noticed these last few weeks how it's darker now, more overwhelming in it's emotional intensity. Yet it still changes, still shifts in appearance. As I grow more certain of who and what I am, it'll solidify into a true form, and I'm assuming that form will become the form I take in the dream world. Think of the me you guys saw in the dream as my conscious mind, and the creature as my subconscious mind. The reason why it has sex with you, is because in my dream you all appear as beautiful adult women, and being a teenage boy, I naturally want to be with you, so my subconscious reacts on that desire, and does so. Our subconscious minds simply act in accordance to our wants and feelings, that's what the dream world is." Harry explained his understanding of the situation to them.

"Huh… so that would actually mean that you have done some things with Daph." Tracey noted, throwing a playful grin at Daphne whom blushed in response and narrowed her eyes at her best friend. Daphne held her friend's gaze as she tried to not overly react. She could feel it, almost vividly. Despite these being dreams, the feelings they invoked, and the impressions they left were very physical. Daphne still remembered how real it all felt the first time the beast had taken her. How she felt her insides squirm and shift as it's massive size somehow managed to fill her depths without tearing her open. She remembered how she had awoken with a moan and had to bite her hand to keep from making further noise that would have woken all of her roommates. It was the first time she'd ever experienced such pleasure, and it was alien and frightening in it's intensity.

Tracey's experiences were very similar so the two had each other to confide in, but it quickly became a constant in their dreams, to experience such ravishing pleasure, that the two had to learn the silencing charm and cast it on their bed curtains before they slept just so they wouldn't awaken howling in pleasure and alert the whole room.

Tracey's attempt to direct the conversation in that direction would serve only to embarrass Daphne so she chose to address a different point before they could dwell on it.

"Ya know, that would also mean you've been rutting with your sister, Potter." Daphne pointed out.

Tracey blinked at hearing that, her face turning red as she recalled the image of the raven-haired demoness that he had taken after he'd been with her.

Fleur also seemed to just now acknowledge that. She felt herself smiling at him, her desire for this relationship seeming to grow a bit. If he had an intimate desire for his sister, than that was something they shared in common.

"Yes. And?" Harry threw back at Daphne, like he wasn't admitting to having incestuous desires.

"Nothing to say to that?" Daphne questioned him.

"No, not really. What, you want an explanation? It's a woman I share blood with. One I've never truly met. The last time we were anywhere near each other we were still in diapers. She may be my sister, but I never grew up with siblings or had sibling-like relationships. It might be weird to you, and it might be taboo, but it's simply how I feel. I find her attractive. Seems she feels the same, as she's always the one who initiates." Harry offered up with a shrug.

"Fair enough, I guess." Daphne conceded, her primary interest being getting herself away from the focal point of the group's attention. She'd rather not have them dwelling to much on the times she'd spent with Harry's demonic form, as she had no intention of regaling them with how it felt, or how much she liked it.

"And you, not going to lose your mind in disgust?" Harry asked her back.

"I mean, you make a fair point, that you never knew each other, and honestly, stuff like that doesn't bother me. You know that having kids with a blood relative could lead to physical and mental defects, but that hasn't stopped magicals in our society from engaging in incestuous relationships for over a thousand years now. It's never usually as close as brothers and sisters, but honestly, we're all definitely related, at least to some degree. In truth we probably have some surprisingly close blood relations to Delacour too. This sort of stuff just happens in magical Europe, even if we don't like to acknowledge it." Daphne explained her reasoning, earning a nod of understanding and agreement from Harry.

"That's very true." Harry noted.

"Okay… so we share a dream space with one another, and in that dream our subconscious minds take the form of our adult selves, and we just do whatever we want. You meanwhile exist consciously and subconsciously in there, with both being separate at the moment, but Luna, doesn't. She's conscious of it all, but doesn't have two forms like you do." Tracey laid out everything so far.

"Yeah… basically. Though I should note that while you do appear older in the dream world, it's not your older selves, but demonic versions of you, that happen to be older." Harry corrected her.

"What's the difference?" Tracey asked him.

"Well, much like mine, your demonic image alters based on things happening in the physical world. For example, Davis, your demonic self didn't have those vines and flowers growing in your hair in the dream world, but now you do." Harry noted, gaining a slow nod from her, "Also, in Luna's case, being Death and all, it's less to do with a separation of conscious and subconscious and more so just her ability to exist there. Keep in mind, that being Death she walks alongside all things that exist, that includes thoughts. Basically anything that had a beginning, has an end too, and she is the physical representation of that end. Hell, you could even go so far as to say, that she walks alongside the dream itself, as it has it's own beginning and end. So her situation is more unique, and less easy to define and explain."

"Fair enough." Daphne noted, briefly glancing at Fleur to see her reaction to Harry verbalizing that Luna was Death, as she and Tracey weren't aware of just how much Fleur knew as yet. Fleur had no adverse reaction, other than to simply nod in understanding, so it was obvious she'd had that part explained to her already.

"Alright, so our forms in the dream are prone to change. I do kind of remember what Tracey looks like in the dream, and I don't recall the vines or flowers being there before but I certainly remember seeing them yesterday. I noticed those things following her around too, what are they?" Daphne asked, causing Tracey to blink and offer a look to Harry eager to hear the answer as well.

"I'm not sure. The creatures you are referring to, those little green, round things that are always hanging around her, singing their songs and playing… I don't know what they are, but I think they're Davis's children… hell maybe they're my children too. You wouldn't happen to know, would you Luna?" Harry turned the question over to Luna since he truly didn't know.

"Those creatures are Nurglings, though a unique form of them, that seems to be linked directly to Tracey. In many ways, you could say they are like her children, like both of your children, though again, it's more of a subconscious desire that manifests them. They are as real as your belief in them. Do they exist, or more accurately, could they, I'm unsure, but I'm leaning more towards yes. They are born I believe from your shared desire surrounding family. In Harry's case it's having a family in general, and I believe that it is shaped by Tracey's own beliefs whatever they may be. For example, she might desire to have a child or children of her own, or maybe she wants to be a mother. There are a number of ways it could work, but your shared desire for family, leads to the manifestation of these demons. Nurglings are one of the most common types of Nurglelite daemons, yet these ones are special, and I'm not entirely sure why. Your ability to slowly manifest them, is quite interesting though." Luna offered her own insight, identifying the type of daemon those creatures were but she didn't quite know specifics.

"What about them is different from normal Nurglings?" Harry inquired curiously, taking note of how Luna had worded her rationale for the existence of the creatures being a combination of Harry's desire for a family, in general, and mixing it with Tracey's desire for children, in whatever form that took, be it a want to be a mother, to have a child, to raise a child, whatever it may be, their combined desires led to the subconscious existence of these creatures.

"These ones are more playful, and less mischievous. Nurglings in general are quite playful, and enjoy getting into trouble. They can be chaotic, and ignorant of the annoyance they may cause others, but they are quite friendly, and often jovial around others. The ones in the dream match a lot of their traits, but they are a bit different. Almost like there's more control, or sensibility there. They seem a bit less chaotic. As I said, more playful, and less intentionally mischievous. They also have a very unique relationship with Tracey, seeing her as a mother figure, or even as their mother. Nurglelite daemons tend to drift towards more masculine figures, as their creator is the Plaguefather, or the Grandfather, so it's more uncommon for them to have female influences." Luna expressed in response.

"Huh…" Daphne uttered, not really sure how else to comment on that bit of info.

Tracey seemed deep in thought as she pondered the nature of her so-called 'children'.

The conversation itself was an interesting one, and it would definitely affect their future together as they further shared in their dreams.

Later in the day, Harry was sitting eating dinner with Luna, Fleur, and Gabrielle when Professor McGonagall appeared behind him and addressed him.

"Mr Potter." She spoke,

"Professor?" Harry responded, turning his gaze towards her.

"The Headmaster has requested your presence in his office. There is something important that he wishes to discuss with you." She informed him.

"I'm not overly interested in whatever it is he has to say, professor." Harry responded, narrowing his eye at her.

"I insist that you come along, Mr. Potter. You wont want to miss this discussion." McGonagall pressed.

While her mind was shielded by her own occlumency powers, Harry could still feel her excitement and anticipation for whatever this was. It was obvious that the old headmaster had something laying in wait. Harry was tempted to continue to refuse but after a moment thought better to just get it over with.

He bid his trio of dinner companions farewell and followed McGonagall up to the headmaster's office.

They walked in silence, though he could feel McGonagall's excitement grow, the closer they got to their destination.

Harry's suspicions grew in line with her anticipation, and he mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen.

They arrived at the office and made their way up their stares, stopping only to announce themselves with a knock.

The door opened and McGonagall quickly led him inside. There, waiting beside the Headmaster's desk, was a man that Harry recognized in an instant. They looked so much alike, or at least they had, when Harry still wore glasses.

His father took in a breath at the sight of him, and then began to smile.

Whatever preparations Harry had made in anticipation for this didn't do him any good. His emerald eye held wide in disbelief at the sight of his father in the flesh.

"Harry…" James Potter spoke.

"Harry…" Another, softer voice echoed. The sound of it, forced Harry's gaze away from his father. There standing opposite their father was a young woman. She was tall for her age, close to average height for a full grown woman despite only being a year-and-a-half older than him. Her long messy, raven-black hair hung to the middle of her back. She was as pale as he was and her emerald green eyes were just a shade darker than Harry's and they instantly met with his, as tears built within them.

A huge smile tore across the girl's face. Her coloring was a combination of her parents. Her father's complexion and hair color, but her mother's eyes.

He knew this girl, knew her by her appearance in an instant.

"Olivia." Harry spoke her name, and like that, the scene came to life. She let out a half-sob of joy, and quickly advanced, launching herself at him in a bear hug that reminded him of the hugs Molly Weasley would give. At the contact, his whole body tensed in a way it hadn't in what felt like a lifetime. He was far more comfortable with physical contact now than he had been earlier in life, yet when she hugged him, he felt his whole body tense up in a way it hadn't in such a long time.

"Harry! My brother! My little brother, in the flesh! It really is you! You look so much like dad!" Olivia spoke quickly, pulling back just enough so she could look at his face, even though she kept her arms on him, her hands holding his shoulders.

"She's here… it's really her." Harry thought to himself in disbelief.

"I can't believe it! It really is him! I've waited for this for so long! The Headmaster said that things wouldn't go how I expected but he knows me. He knows who I am. He looks just like dad, but we have the same eyes, our mother's eyes… eye… what happened to his eye? Why is he wearing an eye-patch?" He heard Olivia's thoughts, many words rattling with emotional intensity inside of her mind. Her final thought, a question that caused her excitement to color with concern, her eyes falling on his eye-patch.

It was then she also began to notice how cold one of his shoulders felt, and the other, how dense and big it felt, almost like he was wearing armor beneath his school robes. She blinked at him, confusion filling her gaze.

It was then that she began to notice the fiery intensity that filled his visible green eye.

"What is this?" He asked, his gaze flickering over her shoulder to Dumbledore.

"Your family has returned, Harry." Dumbledore spoke.

"Why are they here?" Harry asked, no demanded, as he reached up to firmly remove Olivia's hold of him, keeping her hands in his but moving almost as it he expected the need to shield her from some sort of attack from Dumbledore.

"Harry…" James started to speak, and Harry's eyes snapped to him, the intensity of the look, momentarily froze his father in place. In the man's mind's eye, Harry could see the glaring face of his mother. It was obviously something he'd inherited from her, and it reminded his father of her.

"Why are you here? Why did you come back?" Harry demanded, his anger growing.

"Harry, we heard you were in danger, we wanted to see you, we needed to be together again. Don't you want us here?" Olivia questioned him, drawing his eyes back to her, where his fury momentarily softened before once more filling with anger.

He released his grip on her and advanced towards the Headmaster's desk, placing his hands upon it, and leaning forward, pinning the old man with a skin-peeling glare.

"What were you thinking calling them back here?" Harry demanded, knowing full well that they'd only be here if Dumbledore had asked them too. Or well, the only reason James would have brought Olivia here or allowed her here was if Dumbledore had requested it. If he was meant as a distraction, if they knew that Olivia was the real Girl-Who-Lived, than they'd want to keep her safe, and keep her a secret until Voldemort returned and was back out in the open. Coming back now was dangerous, and stupid, in regards to such plans, even if Harry knew they wouldn't be needed, as he fully intended to deal with Voldemort himself.

Them being here just placed Olivia in danger.

"Harry…" Dumbledore began.

"No! I don't want to hear your platitudes! What would possess you to bring her here when you know he's working to return, even as we speak! Have you gone senile or something!? One of his servants is in this castle, right now! The one who placed my name in the Goblet, I know it, you know it, you just refuse to do anything about it. So why call them here!?" Harry demanded with obvious aggravation and anger. His words caused realization and understanding to form in the minds of the rest of those present, much to the surprise of Olivia and James.

"This is a threat that cannot be beaten alone Harry. Only together can we hope to beat him, and maybe, just maybe I believe you in regards to the threat surrounding the Triwizard Tournament and your entrance into it. I have no proof, but I've known you long enough to know your character. You would not have entered yourself into this tournament of your own volition. Not least of which for things like power, or fame, or wealth. If you are right Harry, than an agent of the Dark Lord has infiltrated the castle, and seeks to bring you to harm. I was forced to explain these things to your father and sister, when they heard about the Tournament and your entrance into it. Both the things I had learned, and my own suspicions. They are in agreement that it seems more likely that you were entered against your will and that an agent of the Dark Lord is seeking to have you killed using this tournament. Once they knew of the threat against your life, I could hardly keep them from coming here." Harry listened closely as Dumbledore explained himself, not buying even a single word of it.

Oh he knew it was probably true, at least from Olivia's point of view, as he heard as such spoken in her mind. Her agreement with Dumbledore's words showing that this was all things she knew already, and had known for at least a few days now.

His father he was unsure about, as only the most intense thoughts managed to bleed through his mental shields, such as when Harry glared at him, reminding James of his long-dead wife.

Harry continued to glare down at the headmaster, not even pretending like he believed him, and it was obvious to Dumbledore that Harry knew he was lying.

Slowly, Harry straightened himself up and turned his gaze towards his father, who met it, taking in a breath as he did.

"You should take Olivia and leave this place. It isn't safe for her here." Harry said to him.

"It isn't safe for you either Harry." James began, and Olivia quickly jumped in as well.

"We're not leaving Harry! You're in danger, and we can help. We have a plan, we can face this together." She said to him, stepping up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No. It was unwise of you to come here." He said to her, sending her a momentary glance before returning it to his father, where he smiled ruefully.

"Getting cold feet? All becoming too real?" Harry asked him.

"Harry, I don't quite know what you're referring to." James admitted as he shifted nervously under his son's withering gaze.

"I'm the bait after all. You left me here to keep Olivia safe. I'm the one meant to fool the world, and I'd say I've done a bang-up job of it. So what, is it all getting too real for you? Can't just leave your son to die, knowing that a Death Eater is probably hovering around this castle, waiting for the opportunity to snuff my life out." Harry snarled at his father, his words causing James to blink and Olivia to take a step back, almost as if she'd been physical struck.

"Harry, what are you talking about!? You're not bait, who said you were bait?" Olivia questioned him, moving to stand by his side to try and get him to face her, but he kept his eyes on James who stared back with growing unease and obvious sadness.

Harry knew in that moment, without any further shadow of doubt, that it was true. It was true and his father had allowed it. In that moment, this man once more became dead to him. As far as Harry was concerned, he no longer had a father. The only thing that even came close was Sirius.

"She's the Chosen One, and you brought her back here, when things are at their most dangerous. What, did you get sentimental? Or did Dumbledore feed you some sob story?" Harry sniped, turning his eye back to Dumbledore, who returned Harry's gaze with his own, holding with as much strength as he could muster.

"You needed our help Harry. I know what you must be thinking, that I abandoned you, but that's just not true…" James began, but Harry let out a bitter laugh, one that caused Olivia to take a step back as concern flashed across her face.

"You did abandon me, James. You abandoned me, just like you abandoned Sirius. You left me with the Dursleys who hated my guts, and wanted nothing to do with me. You went on letting me think you were dead while you lived your happy lives somewhere far from these problems. You did nothing when I fought the Dark Lord in my first year, and survived only thanks to my mother's sacrificial powers keeping me safe from him. You weren't there when I fought his spirit and Slytherin's monster in the Chamber of Secrets in second year. You were nothing more than a memory when I dealt with all of the Marauders last year, including that traitorous fucking rat, Peter Pettigrew. I had to spend the whole damn year, terrified out of my mind that a mass murderer was coming after me, while unknown to me, the real killer, and the one responsible for getting my mother killed, was sleeping in a cage in my GODDAMN DORM ROOM! I was nearly eaten by Remus, and nearly had my soul sucked out by Dementors three damn times! I've faced a troll and a Cerberus, I faced a sea of acromantula, and an army of Dementors. If you heard anything about the First Task of this goddamn tournament than you know I fought a dragon, and I fucking won! You weren't there when I was strapped to a table and had my body mutilated by Death Eaters. You weren't there to help me survive or escape. I did it on my own. You did nothing for me, James. And I want nothing from you! So take my sister, back wherever the fuck you came from, and stay out of my way. Do the one thing I know you're good at, and keep her safe. Like I told Dumbledore, this is my war now, and I'll face the Dark Lord alone. Just like I've done twice before. The next time I see him, my mother will be avenged!" Harry growled at his father, tearing away from Olivia and crossing the few feet between him and the man to level him with a blood-curdling glare.

Hearing all that Harry had been forced to endure nearly took the breath out of his father. Olivia, for her part, seemed shell-shocked to hear all of that.

"Harry…" She uttered in disbelief, and James seemed visibly crushed at hearing everything Harry had been forced to go through.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I didn't know… didn't know any of that. I thought you'd be safe here. I thought…" James said to him, as tears built in his eyes and began to fall down his cheeks.

"There was a survivor Harry. Everyone knew there was a survivor. You weren't left behind as bait. You had to stay because everyone knew you had lived. This was the truth before the decision was made to separate you. If you all went into hiding together, than the servants of the Dark Lord would be looking for you. They knew you were alive, we could not hide that fact. But we could hide Olivia's survival. It was either separate you, leaving only you in danger, or keep you together, endangering you all." Dumbledore explained to him.

"Odd then, that you'd choose now to draw them back here. Placing them in danger." Harry noted, throwing a side-glance at the old man who was now standing.

"Harry… I know you didn't know it was me, but you know from all my letters that you were always on my mind. Why didn't you ever say anything? I would have come back sooner if I knew things were bad here." Olivia spoke up, regaining her bearings.

Harry blinked and turned to face her. He sensed something genuine from her question, and he felt something strange from James, he also took note of something from Dumbledore as well.

Harry felt a rueful smile cross his face as he turned his eyes towards the old Headmaster. Dumbledore's face remained schooled, though he could see as his eyes filled with shame.

"I never got any letters Olivia. I never sent any either." Harry responded, earning what appeared to genuine surprise from both James and Olivia.

"B-but… but…" Olivia once again reacted as if she'd just had the wind knocked out of her.

"So… old man, was it the Dursleys?" Harry questioned, anger dancing across his face, as he started to understand that Olivia was under the belief that they'd been in contact before this moment.

"No, it was not." Dumbledore admitted, causing James and Olivia to turn their eyes to him.

"Wait but if Harry wasn't sending those letters… than who was?" James asked, his apparent disbelief morphing into anger.

"Neville Longbottom." Dumbledore answered, causing Harry to let out a chortle of laughter. James grew scandalized, while Olivia appeared confused.

"Who?" She questioned, disbelief dancing across her face as it further dawned on her that none of the conversations she'd shared with him over the years had actually been him.

"Longbottom? He's been sending letters to my sister?" Harry asked, momentarily shaken out of his anger by the sheer absurdity of that revelation.

"Yes." Dumbledore admitted softly, even McGonagall was confused.

"Why?" Harry, James, and Olivia all vocalized at once, though it was far more aggressive from the first and last of the three.

"It was unwise to allow for the possibility of your survival to enter into the thoughts of our enemy. While it was difficult, it was far from impossible for the followers of the Dark Lord to learn where Harry was residing. The nature of Lily's sacrifice would keep him safe, so long as he remained in the Dursley's house, but that did not mean his letters couldn't be intercepted. You were taught never to name yourself in the letters, or infer your connection Olivia, and to treat them like you were messaging a pen-pal. I worked out a deal with Lady Longbottom to have the letters sent to them, and to have Neville write back. So long as you treated each other as pen-pals neither of you would have been the wiser, and you would remain safe. I did advise you James, that such contact shouldn't have been made." Dumbledore explained, fixing James with a pointed look.

"And I expressly allowed it, under conditions YOU put forth. It was important that my children had some connection with each other, now you're telling me that Harry hasn't received any of her letters at all?" James snapped back, anger filling his eyes and his voice raising. Though his anger sounded genuine, Harry could sense the rush of his emotions, and something about it, didn't necessarily scream 'anger' in Harry's mind. If he had to describe it, the emotions seemed forced.

"I'm sorry. I only did it to keep her safe. I ensured that all of the letters were kept by Lady Longbottom, and had her review all of young Mr. Longbottom's letters to ensure that nothing was revealed that should not have been. I fully intended for Harry to receive all of her letters, when the time was right." Dumbledore offered up, but it did nothing to fix this situation. James was apparently furious, Harry held a rueful smirk, adding another tally to his list of reasons why he hated this old goat, and Olivia was absolutely devastated. The person she'd been talking to all this time was just some boy. Everything she'd shared with him, everything about herself, her words of encouragement, when she'd heard about his difficulties with his confidence, and difficulties making friends, all of it she thought she was giving to her brother, and none of it reached him. In an instant, nearly five years of what she thought was shared experiences came crashing down. Her brother was now a complete stranger that she knew nothing about, and what little she did know, painted a terrible picture of a life of pain and misery.

She felt betrayed. This man, this supposedly great man that she'd been raised to see as the leader of the light, and one of the greatest wizards to have ever lived, had went and done something like this. Had allowed her to engage in a false relationship with what she thought was her brother. All of her hopes and desires, everything she anticipated from this meeting was now gone. Harry obviously knew of her, but knew nothing about her. In fact, the only thing he did know was that she had been taken away by their father, while Harry was left with their aunt and uncle, who didn't seem to like Harry all that much. He had called himself bait… now she understood why he felt that way. Just like he had told their father, he had endured all of this time, alone.

She felt her heart break. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and give him all of the encouragement and love that he'd missed out on. Everything that she'd been tricked into giving to someone else. She felt cheated, but more than that, she felt afraid. What if he hated her? What if he wanted nothing to do with her? He said he wanted her gone, that he'd rather face the threat of Lord Voldemort, alone.

"You truly are a bastard." Harry let out an aggravated chuckle.

"I am truly sorry Harry. I ensured the letters were kept, I can have them sent to you if you wish." Dumbledore offered in a kindly way.

"I couldn't care less what's on those letters. The only one I'd even have a remote interest in, would be the first. Afterwards, they're all colored by a false perception, and meant for someone else. I'm not the person those letters were crafted for. Everything contained within was shaped by a falsehood." Harry shook his head, sighing as he did.

"You had no right Albus. If you were just going to stand in the way regardless than you may as well have just told me so this didn't have to happen. You let this lie go on for years!" James snapped at him, his anger matching the growing pain and resentment coloring Olivia's face.

Harry once more shook his head, the more he felt from his father, the more he began to suspect that this whole thing was a ruse. He suspected that James knew the whole time what was happening and that Dumbledore was taking the fall for it, in order to endear Harry to his father. That sounded exactly like something the Old Headmaster would try and do. With such a suspicion in place, he felt his resentment for his father grow, especially when he saw how devastated Olivia was. She truly thought she'd been talking to him all this time. She truly believed it, and was left heartbroken to know that it was a lie.

Letting out a sigh, he turned to face his father. "I don't know why the old goat wanted you here, but all you're doing is endangering Olivia. Leave this place, return to your home. The Dark Lord's return is nearing, I can feel it in my bones. When he returns, I'll be waiting to send him screaming back to hell."

"Harry, we're not just going to leave and let you face this alone. I didn't know about those things you went through. I truly thought you were safe here. I know the fault lies with me, and I know you must hate me, but we're not going to just leave, not when we now know what's happening." James said to him, trying to put forth a firm and understanding front.

"He's right! We're not leaving Harry. You're not going to face this alone. You're my little brother, I'm supposed to look out for you. I've done a terrible job as has been made perfectly evident, so now I have to make up for it. We're not going to leave you. I didn't have a choice when we left before, but now I do. We're here, and we have a plan. We Potters have to stick together." Olivia said to him, her words, and her determination, earning a soft smile from Harry. He turned his gaze towards her, and took note of the fire burning in her eyes. She meant it, she truly did.

"I'm not leaving you Harry. I'm not. I'm never leaving you again!" He heard her words, repeated in her mind.

Harry was quiet for a moment before he let out a sigh.

"Dumbledore." He spoke.

"Yes Harry?" Dumbledore returned.

"This is on you. If anything happens to her, anything at all, it's on you. I don't care what it is. You're the one who called her here. If those bastards do anything to her… I don't care who gets in my way, I don't care how many of your sycophants try to stop me. This is your one and only warning. If anyone tries to hurt her, I will stop them, by any means necessary, and then, I'll be paying you a visit, because it's on you." Harry threatened, much to the disbelief of his father.

Dumbledore said nothing as he met Harry's gaze. He held that gaze for a full minute before he finally uttered a word.

"James will be keeping an eye on things here at the castle, under disguise for the duration of the year. I would ask if you'd be willing to grant him the Invisibility Cloak and Marauders map to aid in watching over the castle.

"I have neither. Both were destroyed along with the rest of my personal property over the summer, by those wretched Death Eaters. Not that I would have given them to you had they survived." Harry lied plainly and simply. None of them knew that he still had these items.

"I see… I am… sorry to hear that." Dumbledore spoke, his gaze piercing as he seemed to be searching for some hint of a lie.

"What about Olivia?" Harry questioned the headmaster.

"She will join the other students as a fifth year. She is well beyond that material so the lessons should be quite easy for her. She'll go by a different name." Dumbledore answered.

"Olivia Reese. That's what I'll go by." Olivia said to him.

Harry was quiet for a moment, letting out a sigh after he pondered how stupid this idea was. Finally he shook his head and began to turn around.

"Wait, Harry. If you wouldn't mind showing Olivia to Gryffindor house, I'm quite certain she would appreciate a tour." Dumbledore offered to him.

"Forget it." Harry threw back at him, killing the smile that began to form on Olivia's face before it could truly take purchase there.

"Harry." James began, intent on talking some sense into him.

"I'm still the target. I'm still bait. It would be unwise for me to be seen leading the new student around. Also, the idiots in Gryffindor house would rather not have me around, considering they think I'm a cheater. Best not to sully her reputation so quickly." Harry bit back, his words drawing further surprise and confusion from his family.

Before they could question him on it, he began to leave once more. He reached out to open the door but found it locked, knowing full well that Dumbledore was trying to keep him from leaving just yet, but Harry had, had enough of this idiocy.

He drew his wand, took a step back, and with a wave, tore the door off it's hinges.

He could feel the gawking eyes of his father and sister on his back and he stepped through the now clear doorway, and continued on his way, just barely catching the admonishment from McGonagall as he cleared it.

"Harry!" Olivia quickly caught up to him as he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

He stopped and spun around to face her, his eyes quickly darting about to make sure no one was around to see them.

"Don't act like you know me. Like I said before, it isn't safe. I can't make you leave but that doesn't mean I want you here in the middle of this." He said to her, his tone a bit harsher than he wanted it to be, but he needed her to understand that he wasn't exactly happy she was here when so much danger was about.

"Look I know… but… look can we talk? Just you and me. Please." She asked him. He could see the torrent of emotions raging in her eyes, and he felt it clear as day. She was definitely going through a lot at the moment, almost as much as he was. As angry as he was that she was here, he couldn't deny that it was incredible to finally be able to see her, and talk to her. Just from what he'd gathered from their brief interaction so far, she seemed sweet, and determined. She seemed like she cared about him, and had thought of him often. She felt angry when she learned that Dumbledore had tricked her into communicating with Neville, and it deeply bothered her.

He shook his head and let out a sigh. After a moment he nodded, and motioned for her to follow him. They arrived a few moments later at an unused classroom.

"Alright, what do you wanna talk about?" He asked her once the door was shut.

"How are you? I mean… how have you been?" She began, causing him to let out another sigh.

"Olivia… let's just say I've had a rough go of it and leave it at that. I don't wanna burden you with this, since none of it was your fault." Harry responded tiredly.

"It's more than that though. All the things you went through, and I didn't know about any of it. When the Headmaster contacted us it was to tell us that you were in danger. That somehow you'd ended up as a champion of the Twiwizard Tournament, and that it was feared that someone in the castle had forced you into it. Possibly a servant of the Dark Lord. Once we knew you were in danger, I was adamant that we come and help. Dad wasn't resistant to the idea, though he was worried about the dangers. Still, once we knew you needed help, we came right away. I know you think you were left behind as bait… and well… maybe you were. I'll get my answers from dad after we have a good long chat. I don't wanna believe that, but… you said you've already faced the Dark Lord, twice! You've fought trolls and acromantula… if you were in danger then, than why weren't we contacted? I need to know what's been going on, so please… tell me. I know this isn't going to be comfortable to talk about, I get it, but I still need to know. Whatever you went through Harry, I should have been there to help you. All of it, each and every problem, I should have been around. I thought I was helping you the best I could. In our letters, I always tried to cheer you up, always tried to help you with your problems. Now knowing that it wasn't you, that it was never you, I feel like the one thing I thought I was doing to make things better for you, never even mattered. I'm so angry right now because of that. I spent five years on those letters! Five years thinking it was you and offering my advice and encouragement to help you get through your problems. I feel awful, and I feel angry. I lost everything I thought we had, and now I have to deal with the fact that we never had anything at all. So I want you to tell me everything. No matter how bad it is, I want to know. I want to be there for you, to help you. Please, let me help." Olivia delivered it all to him, allowing him a chance to see what was going on in her head.

Harry had to fight from smiling as his hope for her seemed to grow. From what he was gathering so far, she certainly wasn't a brat, who'd drive him crazy. She seemed compassionate, and deeply remorseful from losing out on what she thought they had shared. Harry felt anger towards that situation as well. He knew it was unlikely that Neville had any deeper involvement. Most likely, as far as he knew, he was just writing to a pen pal, a long distance friend who showed him compassion and offered her support. He was most likely encouraged to write those letters, and as Dumbledore noted, his letters were screened by his grandmother to make sure he didn't slip up and write anything that would insinuate that he wasn't her brother. Harry suspected that James did much the same. Though he had sensed anger from James when Dumbledore had revealed his manipulation, something about it didn't quite sit right with Harry. It was almost like the anger was forced.

Harry seemed thoughtful for a moment before finally he just decided to tell her.

"I'm not so eager to dwell on all the crap I've been through, so I'll make this brief. If you wanna focus on any specific points, then ask about them." Harry began earning a nod from Olivia as she prepared to listen to his story.

"The Dursleys were garbage human beings who treated me like shit. They kept me in the cupboard under the stairs until I was eleven. I didn't even know my name was Harry until I started school. They always called me freak, so that's what I thought my name was. After I first went to Hogwarts, they finally gave me my own room which they'd had all along. It was dirty, falling apart. Probably the worst room in the house. I didn't have any friends and knew nothing about magic until I got my Hogwarts letter. I was told me parents were drunks who died in a car accident. My first year at Hogwarts our DADA teacher had the spirit of Voldemort living in the back of his head. He was there to steal the Philosopher's stone which Headmaster Dumbledore stupidly hid in the castle behind a series of tests so easy three first year students could figure them out. Thanks to the protections bestowed on me by our mother's sacrifice, when I touched the possessed teacher he turned to ash. That was my first major confrontation with the old snake. Second year Lucius Malfoy placed a cursed book into the cauldron of a former friend's sister, and she was possessed by the spirit of Voldemort, who used her to open the Chamber of Secrets unleashing a basilisk upon the school. Long story short, I ended up fighting the thing with the help of Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes. I killed the Basilisk with the Sword of Gryffindor, and destroyed the cursed book. Third year rolls around and I hear about the escape of infamous mass murderer Sirius Black, and people make it plainly clear to me that he's coming to Hogwarts to kill me. So, idiots that they are, the Ministry decides to put Dementors in charge of protecting the school grounds, and throughout the year I was attacked three times by them. Towards the end of the year I learn that Sirius Black was framed for the crime he was accused of by Peter Pettigrew who faked his death and pinned the crime on Sirius. Peter was also the one who told Voldemort about our parents and where they were. He'd been hiding as a pet to the Weasley family, by taking on his Animagus form, which is a rat. We get the situation cleared up, but the rat manages to escape because our DADA professor that year was another of our parents' old friends, Remus Lupin, a werewolf. All of this happened on the night of the full moon so he transforms, Peter escapes and we have no way to prove that Sirius is innocent, so he has to go back on the run. Over the previous summer I get into a fight with our cousin Dudley and break his nose. Vernon tossed me out of the house. I went to Diagon Alley, half blind without my glasses and end up ambushed by Death Eaters, who gave me over to a Witch named Abigail McTash who spent a few days brutally mutilating my body and replacing the parts she removed with various creature parts as a sort of Chimera Ritual. Eventually I manage to escape, come to school, end up entered into the Goddamn Triwizard Tournament by another bloody Death Eater hiding out in this blasted school, and then I had to fight a dragon in the First Round of the damn tournament. On top of all of that, as a direct result of McTash's actions, I am now the proud owner of four unwilling slaves, each bearing a brand that matches one that she carved into my flesh. You would know all about that last bit wouldn't you?" Harry managed to get through his overly brief summary of the hell that was his life in just over a single breath.

The entire time, Olivia was halfway to tears, but they soon began to vanish as blind fury quickly replaced her sadness. The only thing that stopped her from erupting was his final point, which drew her completely out of her rage.

He removed the glove on his left hand, revealing the blue scaled flesh of his Behir arm. He then lifted it to reveal the Mark of Khorne carved onto the back of his hand.

Dimly the mark glowed with a red aura.

Without thinking, Olivia slowly reached out, her hand barely grazing the mark before she pulled back, and swiftly removed the glove covering her hand. She held up her own mark, showing it glowing just like his.

"Oh my god…" Olivia muttered.

Harry just slowly nodded as he lowered his arm, but left his glove off.

Olivia blinked at him several times before she did the same.

"Oh my god." She repeated.

"Holy hell…" He heard her say in her mind.

He saw it vividly, playing like a scene in her mind's eye. Bloodshed, and combat. Images of slaughter, and so much blood. Dreams of killing, of battle. Then came something that made him blush. He could see himself, he looked as he did now, and Olivia was sitting on him. Her position left little room to interpret what they were doing.

He could see his own face as he moaned and bucked against her.

She was visibly blushing now, her face beat red as that thought emerged, and she immediately took note of how he was blushing.

There was no way he could be blushing for the same reason she was, unless of course he was a mind reader. She trembled a bit, as a feeling of excitement touched at her senses.

"Wait… does he have dreams about me too?" She wondered as she thought on how much he looked just he did in her dream. It had only been a couple of days, but the moment they had heard about what was happening here and she'd gotten her hands on a copy of the Daily Prophet and saw a picture of Harry on it, she'd been dreaming about him. The picture was from a distance, with him standing there holding the golden egg he was meant to capture in the First Task. That was the first time she'd ever seen him, and it didn't really give her much detail but she immediately began dreaming about him, and those dreams were absolutely deplorable.

Harry had been quietly listening to her thoughts and came to the realization as to why she had suddenly started interacting with him so intimately in the dream world. The reason why, was because she now knew what he looked like, and had the excitement of coming to see him.

"Harry… I- that's all… so awful. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that. I can't imagine how hard it was." Olivia said to him as she tried to focus on the pressing issues and not her perverted dreams.

"Don't apologize. It isn't your fault." Harry said to her.

"It isn't, but that doesn't change how I feel. I should have been by your side through all of that. I can never apologize enough for not being there. We were meant to be together." She said to him, though her words were spoken of in context of her apology, he didn't miss the way her heart leapt at her final statement. A realization quickly dawned on him, that his older sister might just have feelings for him that went beyond sisterly affection.

Harry let out a quiet sigh, reasoning that this was going to be a lot easier, and more complicated than he originally imagined. If Olivia had an attraction to him already, than he could get what he wanted, the problem was, her attraction was strongly built on a falsehood. She knew very little about him, due to the Headmaster's manipulations, she'd been tricked into thinking Neville was him. Even if Neville's story was also adjusted by his grandmother in order to keep Olivia in the dark, so it was debatable what she knew about him either.

Still, such things he could worry about later, right now he needed to set the foundation for their relationship, and that included making sure she understood where he stood in regards to their father. He knew she was still trying to digest everything that he'd told her, but it was important they get through this, so she wasn't left with any false impressions.

"I appreciate it. Look… I know you're trying to be genuine, and I honestly believe you when you say you wish you were there for me, so don't let my actions or what I say convince you otherwise. I simply have no respect for Dumbledore, or your father. Dumbledore is a manipulative old goat. He's a liar, and a bastard. Your father is too. He left me with the Dursleys, and I've suffered every day as a result of that. I don't care what he says. He's a coward. He abandoned me, and he abandoned his supposed 'best friend'. He knew Sirius Black wasn't the secret keeper. He knew that Sirius couldn't have possibly killed those people. Hell the only reason Sirius went chasing after Pettigrew was because he was trying to avenge his friends and you. Had he known you two were alive, I doubt he would have been so reckless. Your father left my godfather in a prison known by all as hell on earth, for over a decade. He's a rotten bastard, and I want nothing to do with him." Harry explained himself. Olivia was quiet as he said this to her, only offering a small sad nod of understanding and acceptance.

"I understand Harry. I want to stand up for him because he's my dad, he's the only one I've got, but I know he's hardly a good one. He's much better with Jacky and Bethany, treats them like a father should." Olivia admitted softly.

Harry blinked at that, and surprise flashed across his face.

"D-did he have more children?" Harry asked. Olivia was momentarily taken aback as a sudden look of realization flashed across her face.

"Oh! Um… yeah. We have a little brother and sister. Jackson is ten, and Bethany is nine. He had them with our stepmother Julia." Olivia informed him.

Harry blinked several times at that, surprise didn't quite describe how he was feeling. After several long moments he finally shook his head.

"Ten and nine? Guess he didn't wait long to move on after mum died." Harry noted, recalling Voldemort's thoughts as he knocked James out, about him being a pureblood and having a responsibility to spread his genes with other purebloods.

Olivia seemed hesitant at that, she fumbled a bit before finding her purchase. "Would you like to talk to her? We had a portrait of her that we kept. She had it made before her death. Maybe, over the holidays you can come to our house and speak with her. I think it'd be good for you, have the chance, ya know." Olivia offered to him. He sensed something genuine in her offer, but there was something else as well, almost like she thought it was very important that he do so, but not for the reasons she was claiming.

"That would be alright." Harry responded, earning a bright smile from his sister.

"You can meet Jackson and Bethany too. They're good kids, both of them. Well… Bethany is, Jackson's kind of a mama's boy, and a bit a twerp." Olivia noted, her face slightly souring.

"You don't like her?" Harry noticed, when she mentioned her stepmother.

"Julia is… well… I don't know… I've never really felt much warmth from her. The way she looks at me sometimes, makes me uncomfortable. She's never felt like a mother to me, and I don't feel like she's ever tried. She's not my mother, just the woman my father is married to, she's my siblings' mother." Olivia explained, though her look seemed pensive, there was a touch of something more there. Almost a bit of worry, or maybe it was even fear. Harry felt something stir in him, a feeling of protectiveness as he began to notice something familiar in the way she spoke.

"Do they treat you well?" He asked pointedly.

"Y-yes! Of course! It's just…" She trailed off, and fumbled with her hands a bit.

He saw for a moment, a brief flash of anger in her eyes. She was fighting with every ounce of her being to keep her temper in check. She was fiery, like him. Prone to outbursts, like he used to be.

"What?" Harry asked, his gaze softening as he waited for her response.

"I've never really felt like I belong there. I've always felt like something was missing. I know what that something was, it was you, Harry. Without you there, it never felt like home. Dad tried, but… I don't know, he always seemed less focused on me, as his daughter, and more on what I was. He was always interested in my lessons, or how I was progressing or anything to do with my health, but he never seemed to care about my hobbies, or my feelings, or anything like that. I don't wanna say he was cold, but I can't really find another word to describe it. I've seen the way he is with our siblings, and I don't feel like he treats me the same way. The only person in our house who treats me like a daughter, is our mother's painting… Harry, I think our mum knows what these marks are. When I showed mine to her, she told me I was going to see you soon, but that I had to hide it from dad." Olivia explained, but finished off by turning the conversation towards something else.

Harry blinked at that. How could their mother know about these marks? Only those who delved into the most profane of teachings could have possibly begun tapping into the knowledge of the immaterial universe.

He vocalized as such to Olivia, causing her to shift nervously.

"I-I don't know, Harry. I just think you should meet with her. She's been asking about you a lot lately. She told me that a god had placed this mark on me, and that it meant that the time was coming for us to meet." Olivia said to him.

He gave her a look but offered a slow nod.

"What in the hell does that mean? How could our mother possibly have known this was going to happen? Shit… I need to speak with her, need to know, but first…" He thought to himself before focusing on her, "Olivia, you know what these marks mean, right? They're slave brands. That mark, makes you my property."

She offered a slow nod at that, one that matched his own.

"I gathered that, from mum. She didn't outright say it, painted it a bit more 'lightly' but… I gathered that was the gist of it." Olivia admitted.

"The marks are also a time bomb. That mark was placed by the God of Blood. If you don't appease that god within the next five years, the mark will activate and unleash the power contained within. It will tear through your soul, and replace you with a daemon." Harry said to her, earning surprise, her eyes quickly fell to the mark, and she felt herself grow agitated.

"How do you know all of this?" She asked him quietly.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you everything later. For now it's important you understand. You are bound by that mark. You must appease the God of Blood and Bones, and earn his favor. If you are successful, than you'll be turned into a daemon instead of being replaced by one. I've already spoken about this with the others who share these marks. They know what's going on, and two of them have agreed to begin undergoing a change, in order to try and appease these gods." He went on.

"Wait, others? What others?" Olivia asked him, surprise flitting onto her face.

"Six marks were placed upon my body. One for each of the Four Gods of Chaos, one for Death, and one representing Chaos Undivided. The marks for the gods are all shared by another person. A girl, who was gifted to me as a slave, by these dark powers. You were gifted by the Blood God. But there are three others who bear marks of their own. By opening the marks slowly, you'll begin to change, the energy within mutating your body, but it'll allow you to survive the moment when they fully open in five years. In that time though, you'll need to earn the favor of your patron so that they'll transform you into a Daemon. Otherwise you'll die, your soul will be removed and another entity will take it's place. You were meant to be my slaves, but also emissaries of your respective patrons. You need to prove yourselves worthy in order to earn their favor, and prove that you can handle the job. This fate was forced upon you Olivia, and I'm so sorry for it. Like I said, I've already met with, and explained things to the other three, and two of them have already begun the process of opening their marks, and it's caused some mutations to already occur." Harry expressed, showing his sorrow and remorse at having her involved in this.

She offered another slow nod as he explained things. In her mind, Harry could hear her questioning why her mother had never told her any of this. She seemed like she knew it, so why hadn't she said anything?

"Okay… what do I have to do?" She asked him, finding her courage, and taking in a deep breath to calm herself.

"We need to establish a context for you being around me. That'll keep people from learning the truth. Tomorrow, during breakfast, ask some of the students about me, and then approach me, pretend to be an excited fan, someone eager to meet a famous person. It's a shallow method, but it'll easily explain you wanting to be around me, and it'll get others to leave you alone. It works for Colin, it'll work for you. Once we establish a reason for why you're hanging out with me, we can use that as a cover. I'll explain more tomorrow, we can go somewhere and I can have you meet the others. I'll make sure everyone is on the same page. Sound good?" He explained to her.

"Sounds good." Olivia responded gifting him with a smile, that he found quite the pleasant sight.

"Alright, tomorrow then. Come on, I'll take you back to Dumbledore's office, and let them show you the way from there." He said to her, moving towards the door, but she stopped him by lightly reaching out to touch his arm.

"Harry… are things… bad for you here too?" She asked him, glancing sideways at him.

"I'm a pariah here. Everyone thinks I'm a cheater, or that I'm trying to steal the spotlight by being in the tournament. All of the teachers are Dumbledore's sycophants, and obey him without question. The Ravenclaws are hoity bastards who think they know everything. The Hufflepuffs think I'm taking the glory from their champion. They're just a bunch of losers and nobodies. The Gryffindors are right bastards who basically banished me from their house, and treat me like a leper. And last but far from least are the Slytherins, all of them are liars and backstabbers. Don't trust a word they say. Most of them are the children of Death Eaters, and want only to make mommy and daddy proud. My friends in Gryffindor house abandoned me when this whole Tournament business started. Don't trust them, Olivia. They're bastards, all of them. I wont hold it against you if you'd rather not associate with me in public. If you'd rather not, than just don't approach me tomorrow, and we'll meet up in secret." He explained to her. He watched as each word caused that storm of anger to begin brewing in her eyes. He saw brief flashes of pain, and regret, but it was quickly swallowed up by her anger.

"I'll be there Harry. I don't care about these people, or how they feel. I'm here for you." She swore to him, that storm of anger morphing into an inferno. He offered her a small grateful smile, which caused her to smile back.

He led her back to Dumbledore's office where the old man was still talking with James and McGonagall. They offered the two curious looks when they came in, but Harry swiftly departed, and Olivia offered nothing about what the two had talked about, when asked by both James and Dumbledore.

She had gathered quite readily that her brother had been through hell. He was putting trust in her, and she had a sense that he did not give that out easily. She wasn't going to sully that trust. She had finally made it to Hogwarts, to her brother's side, and she intended to stay there. It was where she knew she was meant to be, by his side, forever.

Harry returned to the Room of Requirement, and was later met there by Luna. He explained everything that happened, despite her already knowing, since she had turned her thoughts towards him to keep an eye on things during the meeting. Still it was nice to vocalize it all and put it out there. He felt exhausted, emotionally drained. He knew tomorrow was going to be just as bad, but still he needed to see it through.

The following morning he was at breakfast sitting next to Luna when he heard Dumbledore address the students. He made an announcement telling them all of a new student who was joining their ranks. He introduced Olivia as Olivia Reese, a student from Germany who'd been home-schooled for most of her life. Olivia stood before the school, and Harry had to admit, she held her composure well. He hated being the center of attention, and though she didn't bask in it, she took it very well.

The sorting hat was brought out, and placed upon her head. It took a few moments before shouting out it's decision.

"Gryffindor!" The word was met by polite clapping and a few playful cheers from the lions. Olivia was ushered to her seat as the morning breakfast began.

She sat amongst a group of students, some of which she'd met the night prior when she'd been brought to Gryffindor house. The sorting was more so just for show, as her house had already been chosen.

She chatted with them for a bit, and Harry wondered, if only for a moment if she would avoid him. That's when he heard her voice.

"Harry Potter! In the flesh! Amazing!" Olivia was by his side, taking the empty seat beside him, opposite of Luna. "Hi, My name's Olivia, nice to meet you!"

Harry blinked at her, feeling the eyes of the other students on them.

"Uh… hi…" He responded, making a confused face and glancing at her beaming look.

"I-Uh… sorry. I'm just… I've read all about you. You're THE Harry Potter right? The Boy-Who-Lived?" She questioned him.

He offered a nod, admitting to himself that she was pulling this off a bit too well. Acting like a raging fangirl seemed to come naturally to her. He wondered what that was all about.

He could tell it definitely rubbed some people the wrong way as she talked his ear off for most of the morning. She hardly seemed to notice when Fleur and Gabrielle sat on the opposite side of Luna and spent the better part of breakfast listening to her question him endlessly about his so-called 'adventures' most of which were the stories written about him in books that were obviously bullshit but she asked about them as if they were true.

Towards the end of breakfast he got to his feet and met eyes with Fleur and motioned for her to follow him. He then glanced across the room towards Daphne and Tracey, both of whom had been eyeing the situation with suspicion. He met their gaze and again tried to communicate that they should follow him.

Shortly after he left they did, with Fleur saying her farewell to Gabrielle who remained behind with a few of her friends.

Harry led them up to the Room of Requirement, and awaited for it to appear, Olivia keeping up the chatty, playful act until they entered the strange room.

"Alright, you can stop that now." He said to her, and she started to giggle.

"Aw, that was fun though." She said teasingly.

"Not for me." He replied.

"Harry, who is zis?" Fleur inquired, though she seemed to have a sneaking suspicion, one shared by Daphne and Tracey.

"Hi, I'm Olivia. Olivia Reese." She offered to Fleur.

"But Reese isn't your real last name?" Tracey questioned with a smirk.

"Nope." Olivia admitted.

"So… you're Harry's sister?" Daphne asked.

"Yep. And you all must be the girls that are also linked to him with these markings? Wait… I thought you said there was three others?" Olivia noted, counting the four people who had joined them.

"Yeah, Luna here isn't one of those that was gifted to me. She bound herself to me willingly through the Mark of Death." Harry clarified pointing out Luna who turned and gave the younger blonde a quick once over.

"Hello Olivia Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you." Luna greeted her.

"Nice to meet you too. You say you bound yourself willingly to my brother? Why?" Olivia asked.

"We'll get to that part, but it's time I brought everyone up to speed, and made sure you're all on the same page. Ultimately, we're in this together, so it's best you all know what's going on." Harry explained, drawing their collective attention back to him.

From there, Harry laid everything out. He told Olivia how it all began. His kidnapping, the experimentation, his death, meeting Death, being the Master of Death, the Deathly Hallows, and what that meant in regards to Luna. He went through it all, including his second death, the role Daphne and Tracey played in it. The marriage contracts, their offers of repentance and his forgiveness. His dating Luna and Fleur, teaching Daphne and Tracey, their changes which the two showed the others, and everything in between. It was an hour long story, but it brought everyone to the exact same place. Most of this was already known by the others, but Harry's explanation allowed them the chance to question him about finer details.

Olivia listened through it all, and threw a fiery glare at Daphne and Tracey, when she heard about their role in his death, though that quickly evaporated when he revealed the part about being the Black Lord now, and that they were now his wives.

The whole thing was a lot to take in, but it brought everyone to the same place, which was the important part. The last part they discussed was the dreams. While it was going to be embarrassing as all hell, Harry had gone into this with the intention of getting them all on the same page, and since he'd discussed this with the others, it was only right that Olivia knew too.

She was naturally left deeply embarrassed and ashamed. She'd had the same dreams they did, and remembered quite clearly the things she'd done in it, especially when she knew she would be coming to see him, that's when things really started getting exciting in the dreamworld.

Harry didn't really know what to say to help her with her embarrassment as she couldn't even look at him after they started talking about it.

It was Fleur who put forth that it was nothing to be ashamed of. They all belonged to Harry, and it was obvious that there was a reason they were chosen. They all had personalities that aligned with the nature of their gods, but they also shared something else. They all found Harry attractive. This was something that Tracey shyly agreed to, though Daphne remained silent, pretending like her agreement wasn't needed. Though that didn't quite register with Harry, he did note Tracey's agreement which was surprising, and he found Daphne's lack of refusal or deflection to be equally surprising.

"You have an attraction towards your brozer, so what? We have been forced into a life where we are going to have to give up many of our morals in order to survive. If we want to live, we must impress zese gods. In your case, you serve a god of blood, and battle. I would personally be more concerned with the acts needed to appease zat god, razer zen ze feelings you have for Harry." Fleur spoke the simple truth. They may not have a full understanding as to the nature of the gods they served, but if the end result was that they were turned into demons, that spoke a lot about what would probably be needed.

Their future was set to be a dark one, if they had any plans on surviving. So it was doubtful that incest would be the only act they'd be forced to commit. If Fleur was right, than they shouldn't worry about things like that, and focus on the stuff that would really hit them hard.

This was finally able to draw Olivia out of her embarrassment enough to return her gaze to Harry. When she did, he offered her a kind smile, one meant to show that he didn't think less of her for having those feelings, and that he had them too. He wasn't quite sure if that message was properly conveyed but Olivia did avert her eyes once more, and smile shyly when she registered his look.

Now that they were all brought up to speed, and to the exact same place, it was time they were carried forward. Harry had come to terms with the fact that he was going to be with these women for the rest of his life. No matter how their relationship turned out, whether it became as intimate and loving as a small part of him hoped it would be, or if they simply became close companions, they were still going to be by his side for a long time, so he needed to trust them, and show them that he was willing to trust them, especially Daphne and Tracey, whom he still sensed doubts from when it came to his willingness to forgive him. In Tracey's case he sensed she felt she didn't deserve it, and in Daphne's he felt she was worried about opening up, and ending up hurt. She saw what they'd done to him, and she didn't want that happening to her. They were becoming easier and easier to read, and the more he opened up to them, the more guilty and remorseful they appeared to become.

"Alright, well now that we're all on the same page, there's more you all need to know. First and foremost is how I plan to deal with Voldemort." Harry expressed, drawing all of their attention back to him.

"You have a plan to beat him?" Daphne asked.

"Yeah. Him, the Dark, the Light, the Ministry. I spent twenty-four years in that other world, I had plenty of time to think about what I would do when I came back here." Harry responded.

"I can still hardly believe that. I mean, that would make you my older brother." Olivia noted, earning a snort of amusement from Harry.

"Let's just keep things simple and base it off when we were born. Yes I feel like I'm almost forty, but you're still my older sister, so let's leave it at that." Harry said to her.

"Alright, so the Dark Lord… how do you plan on beating him? Given that you wanted me to go home, and given what you said, you know about the prophecy, but you don't seem to believe it." Olivia noted, garnering curious looks from the others.

"Whether or not I believe the prophecy is inconsequential. Voldemort is just a man, and I know his secrets." Harry said to her.

"How is it you know ze Dark Lord's secrets Harry?" Fleur asked him.

"A Horcrux." Harry responded. The four of them stared at him blankly, none of them knowing what that was. Luna remained silent and continued to listen.

"A Horcrux is a soul anchor. It's a ritual that requires the act of murder to sever a fragment of your soul, you then anchor that soul fragment to an object. Voldemort created a number of soul fragment and went to our house that night, intending on using our murder to create one more. He succeeded, though not in the way he intended. Part of his soul latched onto the nearest living thing it could find. That just so happened to be me." Harry explained to them, earning surprised gasps from his four slaves.

"God…" Tracey muttered.

"So… what does that mean for you?" Olivia asked him, taking a step towards him, concern flooding her features.

"It originally meant that I would have to die, before Voldemort could. You see, with these Soul Anchors, the Dark Lord can survive the death of his body. Before she died our mother cast a ritual that shielded us with the power of her love. When Voldemort tried to kill you, the curse rebounded and killed him. Because the Horcrux ritual had already been cast, and he had just murdered our mother, his soul was already fragmented and ready to be fused with an object. When he died, his main soul must have fled, leaving the fragment behind, causing it to latch onto me. So long as just one soul anchor remains the Dark Lord can survive after his death, and go on living as a spirit, that's how he's persisted all this time. It why I was able to face him in first year, and why I know he working to return to physical form. When I died the first time, so to did the Soul fragment. Though when I was revived, the parts of Voldemort that were on the other side, came back with me, bonding fully to me, and being consumed by me. The cursed diary that Lucius Malfoy gave to Ginny Weasley was another Horcrux, the first one that Voldemort made, and it contained his teenage spirit. It was able to possess Ginny and use her body to open the Chamber of Secrets and unleash the Basilisk that lived within. I destroyed that Horcrux, but when I was revived, that part, along with the one I carried within me, were merged together and consumed by my soul. I am no longer a Horcrux, nor do I carry any of Voldemort's soul. Those two fragments are completely gone, and in their place, I gained a fragment of Voldemort's powers, as well as all of his knowledge up to the moment of his death in Godric's Hallow, thirteen years ago." Harry laid everything out, pausing there to give them all time to digest everything.

"So… you have all of the Dark Lord's knowledge, or at least everything he knew up to the moment that soul fragment was made?" Daphne clarified.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"So that's why you're so good at magic. It wasn't just twenty-four years of practice, it was all that practice while having access to the Dark Lord's memories. Wait does that mean you know where all of his other soul anchors are?" Tracey realized, asking him quickly.

"Yeah. I've collected all but one. Once I have that last one, I can destroy them all, and that will leave Voldemort as a mortal being. Ensuring that the next time he dies, is the last time." Harry answered with a smirk.

"Zat is incredible. You say you have all but one?" Fleur noted.

"Yeah. I am a bit concerned that he may have made one more I don't know about since he intended to split his soul into seven pieces. As seven is a powerful magical number, he wanted to make six Horcruxes with himself as the seventh piece. The first was his childhood diary which I destroyed, the second was the Gaunt family ring which I possess, the third was Slytherin's Locket, stolen by Regulus Black and left in the hands of the Black family house elf, my house elf. The fourth was Hufflepuffs Cup, which he gave to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping. That is the only one I do not possess and I need access to Bellatrix in order to find it. Fifth was Ravenclaw's Diadem which was hidden here in the Room of Lost Things, which I also have. So as you can see, without knowing that I was also a Horcrux, Voldemort's intention of splitting his soul into seven pieces, isn't yet fulfilled, and so I worry he may have tried to make another in the time since his death and now, though I'm unsure if he would be able to as a spirit. I'm quite certain he would make one more if he could. I'm unsure if he knows about the destruction of the diary, which is why I haven't destroyed all of the others in my possession. If he is aware of their destruction, I don't wish to alert him to my knowledge of his soul anchors by destroying them all too quickly. My plan is to locate the Cup, add it to the collection and await the moment Voldemort shows himself. Once I have him in my grasp I can use the power of the Elder Wand to kill him, destroying the main portion of his soul. Than I can destroy all of the Horcrux, and use the Resurrection stone to try and summon Voldemort's spirit. If I can, that means he has another Horcrux out there. If I can't than I know he's been completely destroyed. The Elder Wand consumes the souls of that which it kills, so by using it to destroy Voldemort and his Horcrux, there will be nothing left of him, in this life, or the next." Harry explained to them.

"Wow." Tracey muttered, amazed at how much he'd already accomplished. The threat of the Dark Lord was something terrifying and massive before, but now that Harry had placed everything in perspective, it was like he was going after just any old witch or wizard. He knew and understood his prey, and was planning accordingly. He pretty much had Voldemort by the balls. He knew most of what Voldemort knew, while Voldemort knew none of what Harry knew. That made Voldemort predictable and being predictable was a good way to get beaten.

"Huh… you really do have a plan. So… what about the Tournament? You said it was likely that a Death Eater had forced you into it, but you actually know who it is." Olivia questioned him.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure I know. If I'm right, than it's someone who's been a double-agent all this time. I wont tell you who. Best to not risk them finding out. But I do have my suspicions. I'm keeping an eye on them." Harry replied.

"So… what do want us to do?" Tracey asked him.

"I want you to live. I don't want any of you to die because of those marks. I know in my heart of hearts, that you'll have to kill in order to appease your patron. This war that's been forced upon us, we had no part in starting it. Old men, and their old ways, brought it upon us. Two bickering factions and an uncaring, indecisive third, did nothing while the country burned, and Europe inched ever closer to disaster. I wont allow such a thing to happen again. The Light, the Dark, the Neutrals, they're all stuck in their ways. I never wanted this, it was forced upon me by people who looked at me and saw something other than a child. When Voldemort came to our house that night, thirteen years ago, it was Olivia he struck first. The curse rebounded off of her protections not mine. Not that it ultimately mattered which child he chose as either one held the same protection and the same backlash would have occurred. The Boy-Who-Lived was nothing more than a fairy-tale, it was a lie made up by Dumbledore to enthrall the masses and draw every eye to me. His lie got me killed. I suffered in unspeakable agony because of that man's lie. I endured more pain than any of you could ever imagine. Not just at the hands of that wretched bitch who mutilated me, but at the hands of my family. I suffered, for as long as I could remember. I suffered until I broke. When I came back, I was remade. I wasn't whole, far from it, actually. When I died again, I got the chance to put myself back together. I took many steps, became a man I was proud of being, but I was far from what I knew I could be. I was, and am, still broken. In my heart boils a hatred that cannot be put into words. You ask me, what I want from you, I ask you, what are you willing to do, in order to survive? Unfortunately, due to powers beyond us all, we're stuck together. And because of Dumbledore's lie, now all of you are targets. When people learn that you are my wives, they'll come after you. When people see that we are serious as a couple, they'll come after you. When people learn that you are my sister, they'll come after you. They already target Luna by mere association. As of now, your lives are in danger, and you may not even live to see the end of the five years you've been given. So… I ask you, are you willing to fight in order to survive? Are you willing to kill?" Harry expressed to them all.

His speech came from a place deep within, and it was laced with passion. He could see and sense the torrent of emotions his speech had unleashed upon this group of young women. A war of emotions raged on each of their faces as they thought on what he said, and what he intended to do.

"I know those words weren't meant for me, but I feel I should still answer. I will never abandon you Harry. I will be with you, always. No matter what trials you may face, if you need my help, I will be there." Luna responded to him, earning a grateful smile from him, as he gifted her with a nod.

"Dad always talked about how much like mom I am. She never hesitated, never questioned the need to put down the Death Eaters like the dogs they were. Dad was always more restrained. He tried not to kill them. The Order of the Phoenix the group Dumbledore made to resist the Dark Lord, it had a policy not to kill. Dumbledore always thought that people deserved a second chance, and apparently he butted heads a lot with mum over her unwillingness to give that chance to those who came after her. Dad never liked how ruthless she was, how cold she could be. He told me these things, hoping that I wouldn't end up that way. I've never killed anyone, hell I've never even hurt anyone before, but I've never questioned the need to kill those rotten bastards. Mum's painting told me all about them. Told me how once, the order had raided a house where the Death Eaters were, and they found them gang-raping a twelve year old girl, after making her watch them sacrifice her dad, and newborn brother in some kind of twisted ritual. Mum killed as many of them as she could before the other members of the Order who were with her, could stop her. I don't think people like that deserve the air they breathe, let alone any sort of mercy. If you hadn't already told me you'd killed the people who hurt you, I'd be chomping at the bit to go after them myself. I still want to strangle the life out of these two for getting you killed, even if you did forgive them." Olivia spoke up next, throwing another glare at Tracey and Daphne causing both to flinch as if they'd been struck by her look.

"While not as gung-ho as she is, I do agree that people like that don't deserve to live. And idiots who let them live, are just as guilty for any crimes they commit after the fact. I don't know if I have it in me to kill people. I've never had to do that before. What I do know, is that I will kill in order to survive. As much as I've come to regret what I did to you, Harry, I think that should prove my willingness to deal in death if it means that myself and those I care about get to live." Daphne offered up next.

"She's right. If we're being brutally honest here, I've actually thought you were really cool since last year Harry. I liked you, even though I knew nothing could ever come of it. You were a Gryffindor and I was a Slytherin, and so it was a love that could never be. Still… I had a crush on you, and when we learned we were contracted to marry Draco I was mortified since I always hated the way he treated you. Still, I let Daphne convince me that I had to shove aside those feelings, and when we learned about what our parents were planning I almost broke down and told you, so you wouldn't get hurt. It hurt a lot, and I know I keep apologizing but I really mean it, I never wanted anything like that to happen to you. I was afraid of dying, so I went along with their plan, and put you in harms way. I know that makes me a coward. I've never been brave like you, or Daphne, and I hate that about myself. I'm with you now, and against all odds, you gave me a second chance. I don't want to squander it. You say I need to fight in order to survive… I know in my heart you're right. I don't want to be afraid anymore." Tracey admitted, garnering surprise from everyone for her honesty.

She held Harry's gaze for a moment before dropping it, her face reddening out of embarrassment.

"I think you're on your way, Davis. It took courage to admit that." Harry said to her with a smile, gaining one from her in return.

Finally all eyes turned towards Fleur.

"My answer is a simple one. I want to live. If zese people get in ze way of zat, zen I will do what I must. Since I was little, I was made well aware of how dangerous it was to be a Veela. My mozer made sure I understood what would happen if I came across ze wrong sort of man. I have had to hurt boys before because zey go too handsy wiz me. Knowing what I know, knowing how dangerous my life could be, I made ze decision long ago to protect myself, no matter ze cost. If anyone tries to hurt me, I will fight back, even if I must kill zem." Fleur said to them, her tone cold, and direct.

It was a different side of her, one that Harry hadn't seen before. He admired that coldness, that willingness to do what was needed to protect one's self.

"Alright then. We were put on this path, now we find our way." Harry said to them.

"You have a plan?" Daphne asked him.

"Yeah, I'm gonna hunt down and kill each and every Death Eater. Using Voldemort's memories I'll start by targeting the most fanatic and deranged that escaped imprisonment. One by one, I'll pick them off, ensuring that when Voldemort makes his move, he'll find the support he believes is waiting for him, to be much less than what he'd hoped for." Harry said to them.

The ladies accepted his answer, even if they didn't fully understand how true his words were.

The next few days were interesting. Olivia integrated into the school with little difficulty. She wasn't overly interested in making friends and it was easy to keep people away with her apparent obsession with Harry Potter, the school pariah.

On more than one occasion, Harry was asked to meet with James so they could talk. The one time he actually went, he simply stared down his father and coldly refused to speak to him. James' attempts to try and explain things to Harry fell on deaf ears.

While the father wasn't getting anywhere, it was clear that Olivia was. In public she played the part of an annoying fangirl, overly giddy to just be in Harry's presence, in private though, the two were able to learn more about each other. Harry was at first surprised by how good of an actress Olivia was, but he quickly came to understand where she had learned it from. Their stepmother Julia, was actually an actress. She worked in plays and the like, and Olivia had learned by watching her.

Being around his sister was like a dream come true for Harry. The two of them were a lot alike. She reminded him a lot of himself, before he had underwent these changes, and endured the things he'd endured. She was thoughtful, and quiet, eager for specific bonds, but cautious in pursuing them. She was brave, and headstrong, but kind.

Harry brought her in to the training sessions he gave to Daphne and Tracey. Soon Fleur was also involved, now that they all knew he had the Dark Lord's memories, they were eager to learn all that he could show them about magic. Every night, the troop would slip away, and Harry would spend an hour or so teaching them spells, and tactics. Not everything he taught them came from the Hogwarts curriculum. While he started with important fundamentals and exercises, once they learned those, he moved on to things he thought were important. Combat spells, spells that would assist them in battle, things like that.

For Olivia, she had an easy time integrating into Hogwarts. She was already far ahead of her classmates, so the material was easy for her. Anything she might have had a question on, she just asked Harry, and he explained it to her. The only big issue for her, happened to be Snape. It was obvious the crooked Potion's Master knew who she was, as he welcomed her with the same bitter sneer he kept reserved for Harry. Thankfully he wasn't able to trip her up at Potions as she was actually quite good at them, and when he demanded to know where she became such an insufferable know-it-all when it came to potions, she simply replied that her mother had helped her learn. This made Snape go quiet and it kept him quiet for their next few meetings. Aside from McGonagall it was unclear if any of the other teachers knew who she was.

The fact that Dumbledore didn't tell them, hinted to Harry that he didn't trust them, or more accurately, he didn't trust one of them. Harry suspected it had something to do with a certain long time friend of Dumbledore's who just so happened to be teaching DADA this year, whom Harry strongly suspected had put his name into the Goblet of Fire. He already had no trust in Dumbledore, but this suspicion led him to wonder if perhaps Dumbledore wanted the Death Eaters to act, wanted them to make waves. He didn't quite know what the old man's goal in this was, but he was starting to suspect it wasn't to outright defeat Voldemort. He wanted to win, but he wasn't playing the game that Harry had thought he was. He had questions, but unfortunately no way to answer them as this moment, so he was simply forced to endure.

A few days, stretched to a week, a week into two. One day, without warning or talking about it before hand, Harry found himself sitting with all of them. Daphne and Tracey sat across from him, Luna and Olivia on one side, and Fleur on the other. All sitting together, eating and discussing their business in private.

This did not go unnoticed by their classmates.

The scandalized looks on the faces of the Slytherins and Gryffindors was almost picture worthy.

Harry's new array of female friends, certainly set lips chattering, and people began to question what was going on there.

Tracey and Daphne began spending almost no time at all in their dorm, in fact since things worked like clockwork in the dungeons, they knew exactly what time Snape would step in and order lights out for the night, so they would time their return to a minute or two before he came in, meaning that people couldn't hound the two for answers, and they'd quickly slip into their dorm room, only having to put up with their roommates who they pointedly ignored. The only one who was persistent was Pansy who practically demanded to know what the two thought they were doing hanging around with Potter, especially since she knew they were contracted to Draco.

The two said nothing to her, merely stared at her as if she was a curiosity for them to observe. This was a trick the two had mastered long ago to get people to leave them be. Just staring together without saying anything tended to make people uncomfortable, made them feel like they'd said something wrong or overstepped some sort of boundary. Despite being a pigheaded bully, Pansy still had enough decorum to recognize this, and would back off after a few moments.

This wouldn't last forever, but it did buy them some time to leave people wondering.

During this time, Fleur was naturally questioned by her headmistress about why she was spending so much time with Harry. Fleur simply explained by asking if Madame Maxime had seen what he did during the First Task. There was obviously something special about him, and Fleur wanted to know what it was. She played it off like she was using her feminine whiles to gather information from him, which Maxime accepted, though in truth, Fleur had largely ignored the clue for the Second task. Both she and Harry had briefly mentioned it and tried opening their golden eggs, only to receive an ear-splitting screech from them in return.

They both agreed to do their own research, but Fleur herself had largely lost interest in trying to win the tournament when she learned that whoever had placed Harry into it, was probably going to manipulate the tournament to try and get him killed. Not only would the competition not be fair, but she was going up against a boy, who was actually almost forty years old, who had the knowledge of one of the most powerful Dark Lords to have ever lived. Fleur had her pride, but she wasn't arrogant enough to believe she had a snowball's chance in hell at beating someone like that.

Their training made that painfully obvious. Harry had dueled each of them one on one and he crushed them. Fleur and Olivia lasted the longest, Fleur because she was more experienced, and Olivia because she had been trained to fight, yet still they were brought down almost embarrassingly quickly. Harry simply had too much skill, experience, and knowledge to be tripped up by anything they could come up with. Even if you dismissed the Dark Lord's knowledge, and his extra twenty-four years of practice, Harry had always been a powerful wizard, and good in a fight. His body modifications only enhanced those abilities.

Speaking of which, the girls began to openly wonder about everything that had been done to him. It was Olivia who asked him about what all had been taken and replaced. His arms were obvious ones, but they were curious about the others.

He answered simply, made mention of vampire, werewolf, elf, and goblin blood, told them how his muscle fibers in his upper body were replaced by a giants, and the ones in his legs replaced by a centaur. His heart, was replaced with the heart of a red dragon. His bones were mixed with dragon bone powder, making them more dense. He didn't tell them everything, but it gave them an idea of just how extensive his mutilation had been.

This naturally left them in a foul mood, but it let them understand him better.

Time was beginning to pass, Harry was quickly forming a bond with the girls, learning more about them. He continued to go on dates with Fleur, and took Luna on dates as well. He and Fleur had their first snogging session, that was followed up by an incredibly raunchy dream that night. The following day, Fleur kept sending these little glances at him, which he eventually returned causing her to grin and blush.

His relationship with Olivia was blossoming well, though there was the small issue of their mutual attraction for one another, which led to a bit of jealousy towards Fleur and Luna. Things became increasingly awkward, especially as the dreams persisted.

There was some tension between Olivia, Tracey, and Daphne as well, as Olivia was naturally angry at the two for what they did to Harry. Harry made sure to shut it down by impressing upon Olivia that he had already handled it. There was no point in animosity when he had put it in the past. They were actually making something together, so he asked her to set aside her anger, as much as he appreciated it, and put it towards other things.

She wasn't exactly happy about it, but she respected his decision on that, which was something that Harry very much appreciated. He wasn't used to having his decisions accepted like that. At least not in this place. The people who inhabited this castle, had long shown they had little respect for Harry, or his decisions so it was a new feeling to have someone accept his ask, without him having to practically beg.

During this time, Harry got to learn more about the four that were bound to him. He learned their life goals, if they had any, in truth, the only one who had any semblance of a life goal was Daphne, she wanted to become an Unspeakable. Tracey had no real set goal, she was more concerned with other things, though Harry suspected her lack of an answer stemmed more from the fact, that she felt her life goal wasn't up to par. Tracey wanted to be a mother. She didn't say that, but Harry saw and heard the answer play strongly in her mind when he asked her about it. She wanted to have several children, and raise them up herself, have a loving husband. In truth, she actually really wanted to have a family like Molly Weasley, though she'd never admit that, especially around Daphne who thought the idea of spending most of your life pregnant, as nothing more than a baby factory was a waste. Harry doubted that Daphne would be so harsh if her best friend admitted such a desire. Daphne was critical of a lot of things, but she had an incredible soft spot for Tracey. Still, it wasn't his place to address such a thing, and he had no intention of revealing his mind reading abilities just yet.

Olivia herself had only one life goal, but that was quickly fading away. That goal was to prepare to face Voldemort, and to protect Harry. Neither seemed like they were needed anymore. The more she trained with her brother, the more she understood that even with her special tutelage, he far outclassed her, and since he would just revive upon death, he had no reason to fear danger. Without those goals, she was more so just eager to form a relationship with him, and prepare to spend her life by his side. It didn't look like their respective marks were going to disappear any time soon, so it was likely that they were in this for the long haul. Fleur also didn't have much in the way of a life goal, mostly due to the fact that she didn't really know what kind of life she was going to be able to have. There wasn't much for a Veela to do when living among the Covens. Everyone there was a Veela, and the one she'd likely end up at, was subsidized by the French Ministry of Magic, so the Veela there basically just existed, and rarely if ever met anyone who wasn't family, or another Veela. Since that fate was hanging over her head for most of her life, she didn't have much in the way of ambitions beyond school. In truth, that's why she chose to become a Triwizard Champion. It was her one chance to make a name for herself, to be remembered as something other than a Veela. Now that she had Harry, and things between them looked to be permanent, she was free to look towards the future with hope and wonderment. Her fate was no longer set in stone, and that was a foreign feeling for her. She was adamant that she was going to make the most of it though. She didn't intend to just exist.

Eventually the Yule Ball was officially announced, though Harry and Fleur already had plans to go together, Harry still intended to spend some time with Luna as well. It was Tracey who asked if there was any chance he was going to reveal that he was Lord Black before the Yule Ball, that way she could also have a dance or two with him.

He admitted that the only reason he hadn't revealed it just yet was that doing so would put them in danger.

Daphne rightly pointed out that they were already openly spending time with him, and at any moment Lucius or his wife could learn of the appointment of a new Lord Black. He conceded to that point, and agreed to reveal it at the Yule Ball if anyone questioned why he was dancing with them.

Olivia was the only one a bit put out, as she also wanted to the chance to dance with him at the Ball. Harry understood as they could dance during any slow songs as that would certainly say a few things, and draw the attention of Dumbledore and James, but he did say that they could dance together during some of the faster songs. No one would really question that.

This caused her to brighten up a bit.

That is until later that day when she was approached by Neville Longbottom.

From the moment she had learned that the person she had been sending letters to for years wasn't her brother, she held exactly zero interest in meeting the person that did. Harry had briefly pointed Neville out to her, mentioning that he didn't know much about him, other than that he was a shy bloke. Olivia wasn't overly interested. That area was a major issue of bitterness for her as she had thought those letters were the one thing that she shared with her brother, the one thing that she could do to help him feel loved, even when she was so far away. To learn that it was all a lie, soured her thoughts on the issue, and filled her with bitterness. She didn't outright hate Neville, especially since he was probably just some innocent kid who was told to write those letters, that still didn't mean she wanted anything to do with him.

So when he approached her and shyly introduced himself, she was surprised, but far from interested. She tried to be respectful and kind, despite her disinterest she had no desire to be mean to him. The issue came when he revealed that he knew it was her, that he knew she was the person he'd been writing too all this time.

The way he lit up as he said that, showing how happy he was to finally meet her in person, filled her with further anger towards Dumbledore for this deception. She played tried to play it all off, by acknowledging that and spending the next half hour chatting with him, but she was looking for any opportunity to slip away that she could.

Once she did manage to get away, she tracked down Harry and told him what had happened and how she suspected that Dumbledore had spilled the beans and told Neville that she was the one he'd been writing to. Harry acknowledged how awkward and uncomfortable that must have been for her, but he added that it might have also been James who'd told the boy, or at least leaked the information to him. James was currently hiding in the castle, keeping an eye on things from the shadows. He didn't have access to The Cloak of Invisibility but that didn't mean he couldn't just use a regular invisibility cloak.

"Why would dad do that?" Olivia asked him.

"No idea. I only suspect because I don't believe he didn't know who you were actually writing too. I think Dumbledore admitting to the deception so easily was a ploy to try and endear James to me, by giving him something to strike out at, something that could unify us. He's a manipulator, they both are." Harry responded coolly.

Olivia lowered her head and bit her cheek out of nervous habit. She was starting to accept Harry's anger towards their father, even if part of her had hoped they could be a family together. After hearing everything that Harry had gone through, and also how the only real family he'd ever had was Sirius, she understood why he had such a distaste for their dad. She had more or less given up on fighting their father's battle for him. If Jaime's wanted Harry's forgiveness, he'd have to earn it himself, Olivia wasn't going to strain her own relationship with Harry, fighting that difficult battle.

She had never considered the possibility that her father could have also known that she wasn't writing to Harry, and was only feigning his anger about the situation. That idea just enraged her further, as what Harry said, made sense in her mind. It was something clever and deceitful that a liar like Dumbledore would come up with, but her father? He had always been distant with her, treating her more like a responsibility than his child. They had never been close, not like he was with their siblings, and she'd always been a bit resentful about that, even if she tried to hide it. It quickly dawned on her that Harry was probably on the right track. If their letters were being monitored to ensure they didn't share any details that could reveal who they were, than it was likely her father read all of her letters and all of the ones she received, just to make sure the ruse was kept going. The man used to be an auror, surely he was smart enough to figure out that Neville's writings didn't belong to Harry. At that moment she also noted that Harry's letters wouldn't have had any editing to them, had they been genuine. The Dursleys were largely hostile towards Harry so she very much doubted that they would go over his letters and edit them for proper context to make sure nothing was shared that could reveal who they were. It dawned on her that James 'had' to have know they weren't from Harry, even if he didn't know who was writing them.

She got the truth later that night when she had dinner with her father. She had briefly mentioned her meeting with Neville and James eagerly asked her how it went. Olivia was fishing for information so she played vague and hid her true feelings about it. James listened intently as she explained what they had talked about, and how their first meeting went well.

James then spent the next few minutes talking up how the Potters and the Longbottoms had always been close allies, and how she had known Neville when they were both very young. It all felt very strange to Olivia, even to the point where it felt like James was trying to subtly 'sell' her on the idea of a friendship with Neville.

It left her uncomfortable but she hid it well. The next day she told Harry what happened, and how she was starting to suspect something more was going on there. He told her to simply trust her instincts. No matter how well James had treated her, he was still willing to abandon his flesh and blood for thirteen years. He was not a good man.

Olivia was starting to wonder if he was right.

Several more days finally passed when the first major incident occurred.

Hermione once more tried to approach Harry, and he tiredly brushed her off. She was persistent, but he was having none of that. No matter how close they had once been, he simply could not trust her any more. In his mind, if she could abandon him when they were supposedly 'best friends' than she couldn't be trusted to have his back when he needed her too. Because of that, he knew it didn't matter whether or not he could ever forgive her, because they could never be friends again, and he said as much to her, causing her to burst into tears and practically begin begging. Harry was forced to retreat from the hall where this all happened since Hermione was causing a scene.

Hermione weakly trailed after him, trying to track him down to continue this emotional outburst, leaving those still remaining in the hall to awkwardly discuss what they'd seen.

With Harry now gone, that was when Draco chose to make his move.

"Greengrass, Davis, you two look awfully lonely without Potter to hang off of." He noted snidely as he, and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle approached the two.

"How witty, Malfoy." Daphne hummed in response.

"What do you want?" Tracey questioned him.

"The Yule Ball is fast approaching. I was busy deciding which one of you will have the honor of joining me for it." Draco answered, a pompous smirk spreading across his face.

Daphne raised and eyebrow at him, while Tracey smirked devilishly.

"Seems you've already got your dates for the Ball, Malfoy. Not overly handsome, but I recognize that there's history there." Tracey said to him, nodding to Crabbe and Goyle. All three boys reeled at the remark, disgust flashing across their faces.

"That's disgusting!" Draco reeled.

"Aw Draco, come on. They're right there, no need to insult them to their faces." Tracey teased, earning further annoyance from the three.

"Seems all that hanging out with Potter has made you just as much of an unruly brat." Pansy spoke up from where she was eavesdropping nearby.

"She's right. The two of you have been spending a lot of time with Potter lately. Frankly I find it disgusting that you'd even bother with his kind of ilk." Draco stated with a look of disgust.

"And?" Tracey questioned, a flash of annoyance flitting across her face.

"And I want to know why. Potter is a good-for-nothing cheater, and he surrounds himself with other worthless trash. Loony Lovegood, Weasley, Know-it-all Granger, that Veela slut from Beauxbatons. Now he's got that transfer student hanging off of him like some annoying fangirl. Truly low company, I must say. So why would two progeny from distinguished houses, spend even a moment with such a sullied group?" Draco questioned them.

"That's none of your concern Malfoy." Daphne said to him, her response cold, and filled with finality.

"Yeah, piss off Malfoy." Tracey agreed, growing tired of having to deal with their nosy housemates.

"Oh but it is my concern. You're engaged to me, and I wont stand for my future brides having such ties to that band of fools. You'd do well to rethink your association with Potter, and his lunatic girlfriend." Draco growled at them, his face twisting in anger.

"Are you trying to tell us what we can and cannot do?" Daphne questioned dangerously. Unseen to all of the students, the hidden serpent by her side, bared it's teeth and silently prepared to strike.

"You'll one day be the ladies of House Black. I'd pay much more attention to the kind of company you keep. I'm fine with a bit of playful disobedience, but sullying yourself by hanging around a cheater like Potter, that kind of stain never washes away." Draco uttered in a low and dangerous tone.

Daphne smirked viciously at him.

"So bold Malfoy… if I recall correctly, you were almost in tears the last time you confronted that cheater, Harry. Had it not been for Snape, you'd have been falling over yourself trying to run away. Be mindful of who you talk down to Malfoy. Daddy wont always be around to protect you." Daphne hissed at him, knowing full well of Harry's intention to hunt down all of the Death Eaters and kill each and every one of them.

"I think it should be clear that neither of us intend to go to the Ball with you Draco, so if you could kindly leave us alone, that would be fantastic." Tracey offered up with a bittersweet smile.

"You are both going to regret this. When my father hears about this…" Draco began but both Tracey and Daphne let out laughs, as that was the cowards only answer to anything.

"Why don't we go find Harry and free him from the pursuit of Granger?" Tracey suggested. Daphne nodded in agreement and the two headed off, leaving a fuming Draco Malfoy in their wake.

They quickly located Harry, who was busy explaining to Olivia who had overhead Hermione trying to talk with Harry, and Harry pointedly telling her to leave, who Hermione was, and why he was being rude with her.

"I hate to interrupt, but I think the time may be coming for you to reveal the truth about your Lordship. Draco just tried to ask us to the Yule Ball, and we told him no. He threatened to go to his father, who will probably go to our parents for answers or to try and pressure us." Daphne explained to him.

"Well, it's like you said, it was going to happen sooner or later. Guess it'll have to be sooner." Harry sighed and shook his head.

That night, at dinner, Harry waited until everyone was decently set into their meals before he rose to his feet, and marched across the room towards the Slytherin's table.

"Malfoy!" Harry called out to him, earning the attention of the blonde ponce as well as many others in the room. The teachers were all watching him like a hawk, and Snape rose to his feet when he began reading Harry's body language as hostile.

"Potter!" Malfoy spat in response, but the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.

"I hear you were harassing Daphne and Tracey earlier." Harry spoke as he closed in on Malfoy, who rose to his feet along with Crabbe and Goyle, their hands already reaching for their wands. "I hear you also called my girlfriend a loon, and made fun of my other friends. I think I was quite clear with you the last time you opened your stupid inbred mouth."

"You filthy…" Draco began to say, but just as he did, Harry threw a punch that hit Goyle right in the side of the head, causing him to stumble into the wall and collapse into a heap. The punch wasn't nearly as hard as Harry could actually hit, but it certainly did some damage.

Shouts went up as students shot to their feet, and all of the teachers rose to theirs.

Draco stumble backwards as Harry advanced on him, but he couldn't go anywhere due to Crabbe standing behind him. Having Draco back into him, kept Crabbe from raising his wand, and Harry was able to swiftly grab Draco and throw him onto the table.

A punch to the stomach sent Crabbe to the ground gasping for air, and then Harry was on top of Malfoy, who's body was half sprawled on top of the table, food scattering about or spilling onto the boy as Harry loomed over him, the icy cold feeling of his dementor arm bleeding through his glove as he pinned Draco by the throat and glared down at him.

"Mr Potter, what do you think you are doing!?" McGonagall shouted down to him.

"Disciplining a member of my house!" Harry snapped back.

"Potter, release him!" Snape ordered as he stormed down the aisle towards them, wand already drawn.

"Fuck off Snape. I warned you to keep your snakes in line. Now I have to discipline this idiot." Harry responded.

"I will not ask again. Release him, or I will make you." Snape commanded.

"I will have you sent to Azkaban for assaulting the Lord of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House, if you try." Harry threw a glare at him, his emerald eye blazing.

Snape blinked at him in surprise, not quite sure he understood what was being said.

"Harry, release Mr Malfoy this instant." Came Dumbledore's command. He was already walking down the middle left aisle, along with most of the teachers, save for Hagrid, Maxime, and Karkaroff.

"No, I'm disciplining an unruly member of my house, as is my right as his lord." Harry responded.

"You're no lord Potter!" Snape snapped at him.

"Oh, but I am Snape!" Harry, leaned off of Malfoy and removed the glove from his Dementor hand. He then held up the hand to show them the Lordship Ring upon his finger.

It took a moment before Snape recognized what he was seeing, and when he did, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. Harry then showed the ring to Dumbledore and the other teachers.

"That is the crest of House Black." McGonagall noted, glancing at Dumbledore who's eyes were wide in disbelief and surprise.

"As you can see, I am the Lord Black, and Draco, as the son of a daughter of House Black, and heir apparent for the moment, is under my authority." Harry spoke aloud, turning his gaze back down to Draco who paled in horror at the malice in Harry's eye.

"How is this possible? Harry, how did you obtain that ring?" Dumbledore questioned him, now standing on the opposite side of the table. He made a motion with his hand for the other teachers to stay back, obviously recognizing that if this was legitimate than any attempt to stop this could very well end badly for them, legally speaking.

"Through my Godfather. The last Lord Black was Regulus, and before he died he returned Sirius to the family line and named him the heir. I am Sirius' heir, and because the Ministry of Magic recognizes all participants of the tournament as legal adults, I was essentially emancipated. Gringotts contacted me and informed me that I had the right to claim the Lordship of House Black, since Sirius couldn't for obvious reasons." Harry replied to the old man who gave a slow nod of understanding.

"Please Harry, I don't know what Mr. Malfoy did that has angered you so, but surely this has been enough to show him the error of his ways." Dumbledore pleaded with him, now recognizing that Harry could very well discipline a member of his house, however he wished. As a lord, it was his right. Though these things were often done in private, they still occurred even to this day. The Wizarding World was ripe with such abuses.

Harry glared down at Draco for many long moments, his eye alight with anticipation, he then did what he'd been wanting to do pretty much since he'd met this pompous ass. He drove his gloved fist hard across the boy's face, sending two of his teeth careening across the table. His actions shocked everyone present. Dumbledore's eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open at the viciousness of Harry's action. He then moved quickly, crabbing Snape's hand before he could react to remove Harry from atop his godson.

Whatever act, Snape thought to commit, died before it could fully form, thanks to Dumbledore's swiftness, and how well he knew his pet Death Eater.

All eyes in the room were on Harry. He could feel Tracey and Daphne's gaze locked on him in amazement. Fleur eyed him up, enthralled by the excitement brought forth by his actions. Olivia was on her feet, staring at him from across the room, completely fixated on his actions, though her eyes did occasionally dart to the teachers, watching to see if any of them did anything stupid, and if so she'd do what she could to protect Harry. The only one who reacted with the same whimsical candor that she always did was Luna, who simply tilted her head and admired the spectacle from her seat.

"Listen to me, very closely Draco, and you, Dumbledore, as the head of the Wizengamot, acknowledge what I say. Here and now, I disown Draco Malfoy from the Black Family line. I renounce him, and all claims he may have to the House of Black. For the crime of insulting and threatening his lord, and his lord's wives." Harry snarled at Draco, making sure Dumbledore heard him.

Draco was shaking in absolute terror, unable to tear his eyes away from Harry, even as his mouth filled with blood.

"I also disown Narcissa Malfoy from the Black Family line. For the crime of raising such an ignorant little shit such as this. Neither will ever hold claim to the name Black. If anyone, raises their hands against me, or those I call friend, I will remind them why the name Black was so feared." Harry finished his declaration by shoving off of Malfoy and moving off of the table, he locked eyes with Dumbledore for a moment before moving to step over Crabbe to return to his seat.

Silence filled the room, only breaking the moment Harry sat down beside his ladies, most of whom were astounded by his actions. The spectacle of it all, it amazed them.

Everyone in the room, watched the Boy-Who-Lived, and they saw him in a new light. One punch, and he had managed to eject several of Draco's teeth from his mouth. He had just beaten up three boys, two of which were bigger than him. He had also done so while the teachers could stand by and do nothing. All of a sudden, people felt a shift in the school. Everything they thought was true, the imaginary safety that had always been present, seemingly vanished.

Harry Potter was dangerous, that had been made perfectly clear, and once more, the students were dragged back to last year, when they feared a mass murderer could be running around, though this time that person was in plain sight. And, much to their growing unease, he bore the exact same name. Black.

-To Be Continued-

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