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)

13. Chapter 13

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Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 13: First Strike

The teachers quickly went to work, Crabbe and Goyle were taken to Poppy, and so was Draco as he was a whimpering mess, bleeding mess. They could hear Snape making a fuss about Harry attacking the three but Dumbledore quietly dismissed it, telling him that Harry could just claim that the two were impeding on his rights as a lord, and that it was a matter best left to their fathers to handle. If they wished to bring the issue to Harry, as lords, it was their right to do so. They as Hogwarts faculty should not get more deeply involved at this current moment, less they involve the DMLE.

That night, Harry was practically forced into Dumbledore's office to once again to speak with Dumbledore, James was also present, as was McGonagal and Snape.

"Harry, why didn't you tell anyone that you were the Black Lord?" James questioned him.

"Because I'm a target, and revealing that information puts people in danger. Unfortunately for me, Malfoy Sr was most likely going to figure it out soon anyway, so I chose to reveal it myself, and deal with the issue of Malfoy Jr." Harry answered plainly.

"And what issue would that be Harry?" Dumbledore inquired.

"His claim to Daphne Greengrass, and Tracey Davis. There existed contracts between house Black and their respective houses. Marriage contracts. Draco believed that he was the heir to House Black and thus the two of them were going to be his wives. He wasn't the heir, I was. When I claimed my Lordship, the contracts automatically activated. Both Daphne and Tracey are now Blacks by marriage. Draco accosted them earlier when they refused to go to the Ball with him, so I dealt with him." Harry explained to them, earning surprise from everyone present.

Dumbledore let out a silent sigh and rubbed at his face.

"You're married?" James repeated that point, disbelief evident on his face.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"Harry, have you spoken with Sirius about any of this?" Dumbledore asked him.

"All of it. He knows. He could have claimed the Black Lordship himself, in which case I'd still just be the heir and engaged to Daphne and Tracey, but we both agreed that the Lordship was far more valuable in the hands of someone who could do something with it. Him being a wanted man, meant that it was pretty much worthless in his hands. Speaking of which, any intention of stepping out of the shadows any time soon and exonerating your supposed 'best friend'?" Harry directed towards James, who dipped his head in momentary shame before letting out a sigh.

"You know I can't do that Harry. Not yet. I wish I could help Sirius, I really do but…" James began but Harry just shook his head and rose to his feet.

"That's utter bullshit and you know it. You were happy to leave him rotting in Azkaban for over twelve years. Don't pretend like you give a shit about him now." Harry growled angrily, taking a threatening step towards his father.

James recognized that aggression most acutely. Harry right now was almost a mirror image of his mother. Knowing her, like he did, he knew he was a moment away from receiving a punch. Lily had always had a fiery temper, and she was a scrapper, never afraid to get her hands dirty. Harry reminded him more of her every day, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Harry… I understand that there are issues between us, but me must set them aside for the greater good. We can help you…" Dumbledore began, but Harry threw his a sharp glare.

"You can. But you wont. You have your own agenda Dumbledore. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't include my health as a priority. I'm not going to play this game anymore. I told you already where I stand, now go back to ignoring me, so I can focus on my own needs. I certainly don't have the time or energy to deal with you all." Harry responded.

Silence held for a moment before Harry turned his gaze towards Snape. "My wives will be staying with me from now on. As a lord, it is my right to live with my spouse. I have many enemies in Slytherin House, and I wont leave them there to be further harassed."

"Where is it you intend to take them Harry? You haven't been sleeping in your room, we confirmed that with your roommates." Dumbledore asked him.

"I sleep where I may, though I'll sleep in one of the Lord's rooms with them, if you'll grant it to me, otherwise, we'll all simply sleep where we may, but it wont be in the Slytherin Dungeons." Harry replied.

Silence held for a long moment before Dumbledore gave a slow nod.

"Very well Harry. The chambers reserved for Lords and their spouses will be made available for you and your wives." Dumbledore agreed, not wanting to alienate Harry further, and seeing this as a good opportunity to get some small measure of control over him again. At least knowing where he was staying at night.

Within an hour, Harry was standing with McGonagall awaiting the arrival of Snape, along with Tracey and Daphne. The two arrived with their trunks, looking to Harry for an explanation as Snape apparently hadn't given them one.

McGonagall led them inside, while informing that this this was one of the Gryffindor house Lord suites. They were almost never used as it was very rare for a student to become elevated to the rank of lord, before graduating, but they still had a policy to allow their use, if a lord wished it. Since they were Harry's wives, they were allowed to stay here with him.

They were shown the suite which was more like an apartment, as it had it's own common area, a small sitting room, a small kitchenette, it's own full bathroom and a large master bedroom. The bedroom itself had three medium beds in it, that they could each have since the teachers knew, or at least hoped that nothing sexual was going on yet, so they all had their own beds.

The room exited out into the hall outside of the Gryffindor Common room, it also exited into the common room as well. That was something that Harry very much appreciated since it meant he wouldn't have to enter the common room at all.

Once they were finished with the tour and offered a means of setting up their own password for coming and going, they were told that the rules for their individual houses still applied, so they were still expected to follow the rules. The one rule that did no apply to them was the one surrounding fraternization. Since they were married, the teachers couldn't exactly say anything to stop them from participating in their marital duties.

While an awkward topic to bring up, it was quickly dismissed by Harry and the others as he had very little desire to deal with his Head of House, or Snape for much longer.

So with that they left, and Harry was left to explain what had happened in his meeting with Dumbledore.

"So… I guess we'll be living together now." Tracey hummed.

"Well you two will be. I'll continue to stay at the Room of Requirement, I just wanted the two of you out of harms way. This suite is all yours." Harry said to them.

"Well, I guess that saves us having to figure out how to cohabitate, but what about my sister? As much as I appreciate being out of harms way, that doesn't mean she is." Daphne noted.

"In the morning, I'll make a trip to Diagon Alley to buy you some two-way mirrors. You can keep one with you and give the other to Astoria, allowing you to talk to her whenever you want, and check in, on her when she's in the Common Room. As for out cohabitation, It'll happen one day, but no need to rush it. This is just an excuse to get you two away from Draco and his goons. I don't trust him not to try something stupid. Just know that if he does, I want you two to defend yourselves. Don't worry about the consequences. If he decides to confront you, hurt him." Harry affirmed, gaining nods of acceptance from the two, and a grateful word from Daphne.

"Speaking of it happening one day, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime Harry. Try this whole 'dating' thing." Tracey asked him, earning a smirk and a raised eyebrow from Daphne.

Harry gave her a thoughtful look for a moment before giving her a nod.

"Alright. Let me look at my schedule and we'll compare our free time." Harry responded.

"Awesome!" Tracey returned joyfully.

"Well I guess I shouldn't dance around the issue either. We should at least try dating, see if something clicks there. No reason not to try, if you're interested that is." Daphne added in after a moment.

"Wow, that was probably the strangest way I've ever been asked out. Really formal Greengrass, almost scholarly." He hummed at her, smirking as he did.

"Fine, will you go out with me?" Daphne rolled her eyes, while Tracey chuckled at her.

"Aw, I kind of liked the formal talk." Harry play-pouted, earning a glare from Daphne, "Sure. Again let me work out my schedule, and I'll let you know what days I'm free, and we can go from there."

Daphne let out a sigh, and nodded, though she received a playful elbowing from Tracey, who was grinning excitedly.

From there, Harry allowed the two to settle into their new home, the following day, he noted a very different kind of reception from the student body. All eyes were on him, whenever he entered the room, but almost no one wanted to be near him. Students would drift across the room, just to have some distance from him. They were afraid of him. In many ways, he was reminded of second year when something similar happened. He had once hated that feeling, hated the way they looked at him with uncertainty and fear. Now though, he strolled through the school with pride.

Three days later he had his date with Tracey. It was a simple thing, just hanging out at Hogsmeade for a bit and enjoying each other's company. Still Harry found her a good conversationalist, and found her fun to be around when she wasn't acting like a Slytherin and just being herself.

Their date was in the morning, where they had breakfast together. Around noon Harry walked her to the castle, and an hour later, he met with Daphne, and the two headed down to the lake. It was reasonably cold out, but Daphne didn't seem to mind. She mentioned that the cold have never really bothered her. They walked around the lake, and spent a good amount of time talking with one another. They even spent some time sitting together, staring out over the landscape. They used the time to learn a bit more about each other, and once again, Harry found that he was impressed with how well the date went. While she was a bit cold and standoffish, he found her to have a certain charm to her, and her razor sharp wit, didn't hurt things either. She was combative, but she could be so in a playful way, which Harry found he enjoyed. He hadn't been so certain going into this date if he and Daphne would hit it off, but he came away from it, feeling a bit more confidant in further outings such as this.

More time passed.

Occasionally Olivia would let Harry know that their father was asking about him, or wanted to sit down and have dinner together as a family, but Harry was largely uninterested. The attempts that James' made to try and get Harry to speak with him, often simply went nowhere. Harry was uninterested in forming any sort of relationship with James, and felt nothing but resentment towards him.

In that time, Harry was able to introduce Olivia to Sirius by calling up Grimmauld Place from the fireplace in the Room of Requirement.

Sirius was overjoyed to get the chance to speak with her, and Olivia was more than happy to speak with the man that Harry looked to as a father figure. It didn't take her long at all to understand why Harry looked up to him, and after their initial meeting, she could say with certainty that she liked Sirius and looked forward to meeting him in person.

During their initial meeting with Sirius he revealed to the two that he'd been contacted by Dumbledore and James, and they had a nice long chat that involved quite a bit of shouting. A lot of back and forth happened, with a whole lot of excuses, but the part that stuck out the most was how the two fished for information on Harry.

Sirius told him to be careful, he wasn't quite sure what Dumbledore was up to but he didn't trust him, or James not to cock anything up.

Harry accepted his warning and promised to be home to visit during the Yule holiday.

The Yule Ball was fast approaching, and another strange occurrence was dropped on Olivia. Neville had continued to speak with her over the last few weeks. She was kind with him, but still unable to bring herself to return to what they once had. It was a sore spot for her, and it didn't seem like that would stop any time soon. Still she spoke to him, and remained cordial, that is until he suddenly asked her to go to the Ball with him.

She was surprised by the question, and had to take a few seconds to compose herself, but she ultimately turned him down. She said that while she appreciated it, she didn't see him like that. He tried to hide it, but he was naturally devastated. Later she told Harry about what had happened, and Harry brought it up to Sirius the next time they talked. This led to a full explanation about the whole letters fiasco and Sirius revealing his own suspicions about the situation.

"A marriage alliance?" Olivia repeated in surprise.

"I'm starting to suspect." Sirius responded from the fireplace.

"You think that's why the Longbottoms are involved, why Lady Longbottom helped in this scheme?" Harry asked.

"It makes sense. Your two houses were always close, and your parents and Neville's were also quite close. I'm not sure if an actual contract was made, but I'd look into that. The Longbottoms and the Potters would make a powerful alliance, and I wouldn't put it past James or Dumbledore to try for such a power play." Sirius explained to the two.

The revelation was disturbing for the both of them, and that night, it was all but confirmed when Olivia mentioned Neville asking her to the Ball and her refusal. James questioned her about her refusal, and seemed insistent that she give Neville a chance, since she already knew him so well. From there her suspicions were peaked so she just flat out demanded to know if there was more going on. After a bit of pressure, James folded and admitted to her that a marriage contract had been discussed, and it was agreed that they would see where things went between the two, and if it turned out they were a good match then the agreement was that a contract would be made.

Olivia was absolutely furious, as this not only confirmed why her father was talking up the Longbottom boy, but that it was likely that he knew she'd actually been writing him all this time, and not Harry.

She stormed out of the room after that, and found her way to Harry. She hugged him tightly and furiously cried in his arms. Whatever hope she might have had that they could all be a happy family, quickly disintegrated due to her father's manipulations. It was obvious now that everything Harry said about the man was completely true. She was furious with him, and heartbroken. She told Harry what she had learned, and he could only sigh, and promise her everything would be all right.

"I don't want to have to marry him." She said to him.

"I don't think it's gotten that far yet. Even still, James can't make a contract for you. You belong to me, any attempt to do so now, wouldn't work, and even if there was a contract already existing, it would have been in question the moment that mark was placed on you, and since nothing adverse has happened to you, even if it did exist, the terms for breaking it weren't nearly as draconic as the ones that were on my contracts. Regardless of which is the answer, I promise I wont let anything like that happen to you. James can't control your life like that. I wont allow it." Harry expressed to her, trying to settle her down.

Olivia was silent for a moment before lifting her gaze to meet his. He stared back at her for a moment, and before he even realized what was happening, she was kissing him. They held the kiss for a moment before Harry pulled back, blinking in surprise. Olivia stared up at him, also surprised, as if she just now realized what she'd done.

She released her grip on him and tried to back up, only for him to hold on to her, and pull her into another kiss.

This kiss was far less desperate than their first, and Olivia quickly sunk into it. They shared the kiss for several long moments before slowly separating.

"Harry… is this wrong?" Olivia asked him quietly.

"Yeah, but so what. I don't care how wrong it is. It's what I want." Harry replied, winning a pleased smile from Olivia as she nuzzled against him.

"Harry… I know we can't do anything out in the open, but… will you be my boyfriend?" She asked him, all the while nuzzling tightly into his shoulder.

"Absolutely." Harry replied, allowing himself to sink into the embrace. He could feel Olivia's heart soar at his agreement, and it brought a smile to his face. She was finally his, and for a single moment, all felt right with the world.

It was the day before the Yule Ball when Olivia approached him and informed Harry that James wanted him to join them at their home in Germany over the Yule holiday. After the ball, Olivia had to go home, and James wanted her to ask Harry to come with them. Olivia knew that Harry had intended to spend that time with Sirius, however she tried to persuade him to come for a day or two to meet their younger siblings, and more importantly, speak with their mother's portrait.

Harry agreed to go with, which Olivia very much appreciated, knowing how much he didn't want to spend time around their father. She currently wasn't speaking to James, and hadn't gone to any of their shared dinners since she'd learned the truth, but he had approached her with this earlier that day, and while she was still furious with him, and didn't much like her stepmother, she did like her little siblings and knew Harry would want to meet them, and speak with their mother's painting.

The following day was the Yule ball. The Main Hall had been decorated to look positively pristine. Harry and Fleur, joined up with Victor Krum, and Cedric Diggory to open the first dance of the ball. That Harry and Fleur had chosen to go together was a bit of a surprise to most people, as many expected him to go with Luna or one of his wives, but it wasn't overly shocking, as the two were known to have been dating.

Harry thought Fleur looked positively stunning. Draped in a blue gown, that brought out the crystal blue color of her eyes, made her look absolutely exquisite.

The two danced the opening song, and then the one that followed. The next song Harry danced with Luna, as well as the one after that. Some of the faster songs started playing, and Harry took turns dancing with Tracey, Daphne, and Olivia. The faster songs allowed for far more casual and fun interactions, so the adults wouldn't question Harry and Olivia dancing together and well, her outward obsession with Harry, ensured that none of the students questioned it either. The only thing they did question was the growing realization that Harry had two wives, and two, possibly three girlfriends. Everyone knew he and Luna were a thing, and everyone had seen him going on dates with Fleur. That alone was enough to gossip about, but now they knew he was the Lord Black and had two wives as well, and then there was Olivia who was always with him and hanging off of him.

This realization began to spread through the student body, and it earned him many jealous or scandalized looks. None more so than the looks he got from Ron, Hermione, and Neville. He hadn't spoken to Ron in months, and the only interaction they'd had since their friendship broke apart was Ron occasionally laughing at Harry's misfortune at the hands of the twins, who'd long since put a stop to their pranks after his initial threats. Hermione's looks were sad, and angry, and filled with jealousy. Most of them were directed at Harry's dancing partners. Neville though was focused on only one person. Seeing Olivia dancing with Harry, it basically sealed it in his mind that the reason she couldn't like Neville was because she liked Harry, and seeing her laughing and smiling and dancing with Harry, deeply hurt him, and left him feeling bitter and despondent.

Harry only took a casual notice to those three in specific, his primary focus being on his dancing partners and enjoying the Ball.

It was as the Ball was coming to a close and everyone began departing that Harry found himself walking with his ladies through the castle. He intended to drop Fleur off at the Beauxbatons' carriage, before dropping Olivia, Daphne, and Tracey off at Gryffindor house, allowing them to retire to their respective quarters, and then he and Luna would retire to the Room of Requirement.

Before they could begin that journey, Fleur asked if she could steal Harry for a moment or two. The others were naturally curious as Fleur pulled him away with a sly grin, though Harry went along with it, without complaint. They rounded a corner and then Fleur pulled him into a broom closet where she immediately started snogging him.

He didn't notice until she had pulled back that she had slid down the strings holding up the top of her dress and had pulled it down revealing her bare chest.

He blinked in surprise and she grinned at him.

"I have been zinking about zis all night. How about it?" She asked, as she lifted her dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He blinked his surprise away, and a cool grin spread across his face. He drew his wand and tapped her hip with it before dropping it to the side. She gave a look of confusion, but he simply smirked and unbuckled his pants. He dropped them, and his underwear to his knees, allowing his erection to flop free.

The look of absolute disbelief on Fleur's face when she saw it was something that Harry would never forget.

He grabbed at her and pushed her against the wall, one of his hands sliding between her legs to massage at her opening. In response, Fleur's allure bloomed to it's full strength and she leg out a groan of pure delight.

He continued to touch at her opening, as his opposite hand came up to massage her petite breasts.

He felt one of her delicate hands wrap around his engorged member and gently began to stroke it. He took in the sight of her allure, and how beautiful it made her, he felt it tug at his senses, but he didn't let it control him. He allowed her to lead him, to control the flow of it, yet he didn't entirely submit to her either. He wanted to show her that her allure, as powerful as it was, wasn't influencing him. He was acting according to his own desires and was retaining his willpower throughout it all.

The two continued to grope one another for a few moments until Fleur started pulling his cock closer to her opening. He felt his tip brush against the back of his own hand between her legs, so he swiftly removed it, and allowed her to guide him the rest of the way to her opening.

When he felt the burning heat of her sex against the head of his penis, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Zere is no way zis will fit inside of me." She said to him as she rubbed his head against her wet entrance.

"That's what you think." He replied huskily. His hands circled around to her ass as he gently pushed himself forward, rubbing his head along the length of her opening and prodding at her wanting entrance.

Finally he lifted her up, easily taking her weight, and she wrapped her legs around him. Her eyes went wide with excitement and fear as he pushed himself up into her, and she began to sink down onto his member.

Her excitement turned to surprise as she sank deeper and deeper onto his huge member, until finally, she felt him bottom out in her depths. She felt stretched to her absolute limits, but she was far from uncomfortable. It felt good, incredibly good. She couldn't believe he had managed to get all of that inside of her. He was huge, close to ten inches in length, and quite girthy, he was far bigger than any toy she'd ever tried on herself.

It took her several long moments to realize that he must have done something to make this possible. It was probably whatever spell he had just cast on her.

"Naughty boy." She thought to herself as he began lifting her up, and then allowing her to sink back down.

She let out a pleasured moan as she began to assist him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, as the two had sex for the first time. Fleur had finally lost her virginity, and it was to someone she really liked. A dream come true for a Veela. She felt herself smile, and quickly pulled him into a kiss as she continued bouncing on his member.

The two continued this way for a few long moments, moaning and kissing at one another, before Harry finally pulled her away from the wall and lowered her to the ground, trying his best to keep inside of her as he did.

All she was currently wearing were her heels with her dress scrunched around her stomach, Harry still wore the clothes on his upper body, and Fleur was hopeful she could strip some of them away. She helped him free himself from his robes, and she swiftly unbuttoned his vest and shirt. When she opened his shirt, she found herself pausing as she took in the sight of the spoked, eight sided star carved into his chest. That was the first thing she noticed, the second were the additional scars that crisscrossed his body. They were ugly and deep, and somewhat intruded on the sigil of the spoked star. The third thing she noticed was how muscular he was. Her hands drifted over his abs and then up to his chest, all the while he continued to thrust into her.

As her hands drifted over his chest, she caught sight of her arm, where the Mark of Slaanesh lay. She could see it glowing beneath the wrapping that covered it. She pulled the wrapping free, allowing the dim pink glow of the mark to fill the darkened room.

The light seemed to drive them on, Fleur felt her excitement grow, her legs now fully locked around Harry's body, while Harry continued to drive himself into her.

The two met in a passionate and lustful kiss as they pawed at each other's bodies. No words were exchanged as felt herself start to cum. She let out a cry and shook as Harry pinned her arms with his own, one of his hands placed strategically to hold onto her mark, which sent waves of tingling pleasure up her arm to batter her senses.

Harry did not halt his assault even as he saw and felt her climax. He was already on the verge, and had no intention of stopping. He was about to reach his peak when a single moment of sanity touched his mind and he was able to voice that he was about to cum.

The string of 'yes's' that poured out of Fleur's mouth as she lit up with anticipation drove away any thoughts of pulling out.

A few moments later he exploded in her depths, groaning and meeting her in a lustful kiss as he shook from the aftershocks of his release.

He came hard, which was usual for him, especially when he was inside of a beautiful woman. He felt his seed surge out around his member, as there was nowhere for it to really remain since he had filled her completely.

The two lay there panting for several long moments before enough focus returned for them to meet each other's gaze. They both smiled at each other, and sank into another kiss.

They held the kiss for what felt like a long time before finally separating, with Harry rising up to his knees, and Fleur unlocked her legs to allow him to retreat from her depths.

He did so, drawing himself out of her lovely sex. He lowered his gaze to it, watching as his seed began to drain out of her. His eyes lifted just a bit to the patch of blonde hair which he suspected concealed the slit where her cock was. He wondered for a moment why she didn't draw it out, and it quickly dawned on him that she actually must have full control over it, if it didn't get erect on it's own. A part of him wondered if it was even there. He knew it was on her dream body, and he knew Veela were hermaphrodites, but maybe it wasn't the case in real life.

With little thought to just ask he reached out and ran his gloved hand through the soft hair of her pubes, stopping only briefly when he felt the edge of the slit hidden there.

Fleur seemed to blush at this, her cheeks reddening and a nervous smile spreading across her face.

"So… you know about zat?" She asked him, having not been sure how much he knew about Veela anatomy. He probably knew because of the dream, as he remembered them more clearly than even she did, but she wasn't sure if he recognized that having a penis was an actual trait of hers, or if he might think it was just a demonic aspect of her dream self.

"Yeah. I know Veela are both male and female, though I guess you're more female in truth." Harry replied, glancing up at her, taking a moment to admire her beautiful form.

"Are you okay wiz zat?" She asked him, meeting his gaze a bit nervously.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Harry asked her, causing her to smile a bit.

"Some people might be repulsed. I can control it, so it doesn't come out. If you did not like it, or just wanted the woman part of me, than I can keep it hidden. I do not mind. Truthfully, I should have told you about it before we did zis. I am sorry I did not, I just… I did not know you would react." Fleur apologized.

"It's alright Fleur, and you don't need to hide it. If it feels good for you, than have it out. I don't mind." Harry responded, gently rubbing at it's entrance as Fleur's blush grew and she smiled at him.

"Does that mean you wouldn't mind me using it on you?" She inquired smirking at him, with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"Well I've never thought about it, I guess you'll have to convince me." Harry said to her, smirking himself as her own smirk grew into a grin.

She felt him begin to rub his head against her entrance, no doubt ready for round two, but she quickly put her hand on his chest and scooched back. He gave her a curious look, one questioning why she was retreating.

"I want to continue Harry, truly I do, but tonight is not ze night. Zat was more intense zen I zought it would be and I need to make sure I am protected." Fleur said to him. Harry made a face at that and glanced down to her sex, where his seed still gently spilled out of her.

"Sorry." He muttered, recognizing that he should have pulled out, rather than take such a risk.

"No! Do not apologize, I love zis feeling! You should know zat a Veela cannot get pregnant zat easily. Cumming inside of me does nozing. Veela do not ovulate like normal women. It is not on a set schedule or anyzing. Zis is not a danger to me." She pointed at her opening and offered him a smile.

"Than what do you mean by protection? If you can't get pregnant normally and there's no risk…?" Harry questioned curiously.

"In order to get a Veela pregnant, a man must finish in her while she is flowering. Flowering is what is required for Veela to become fertile. It is kind of like a special orgasm. It is generally pretty hard to get it to happen. Usually a Veela must have sex for a good long while before she flowers. When it happens, a sort of chamber opens at the back of our vagina that leads into our womb. When zis happens our vaginas contract and this chamber sort of envelops a man's penis, at least the end of it, it's similar to how dogs are, they hold each other togezer while zey mate. Veela have somezing like zat happen. The flowering only lasts a few seconds, sometimes no more zen a minute or so, but in zat time we release very pleasurable magics that drive our partners to orgasm, meanwhile ze entire time we are experiencing mind-numbing pleasure, and basically cannot control ourselves. It is very difficult to get a Veela to flower without a lot of sex, but when it happens, if you finish inside of her, she's almost guaranteed to be pregnant, unless you use a spell to prevent it. I do not know such spells, so I need to learn zem before we go more zen once at a time. I do not zink now is a good time to start having babies do you?" Fleur explained it all to him, allowing him a look into Veela anatomy, and helping him to understand more about what made a Veela different than a human.

He couldn't help but feel himself smirk as a thought came to mind.

"Why so worried then about a second round? If it's really hard to get a Veela to that point, I'm guessing we're talking about hours of sex." He asked out of curiosity, but his smirk said that he likely knew why she was worried, he just wanted her to say it.

She read this on his face, and grinned sheepishly.

"Well of course, ze reason is because you are an incredible lover. Seeing you still standing firm after finishing fills me with so much excitement. I want to keep going Harry, trust me I do, and I would be more zen happy to try and see how long it would take you to get me to zat tipping point, but I need to ensure zat we can be safe if it happens. Like I said, if it does happen, and you finish in me while it's happening, there is no real debate, it's basically guaranteed zat I will end up pregnant." She offered to him, gifting him with a big ego boost.

"Fair enough, so we'll have to take long breaks between and try not to get to carried away until you learn those spells." Harry said to her.

"Trust me, it will not be long. I am going back to France tomorrow with Gabby and while I am zere I will be learning zat spell. I do not intend for anyzing to get in ze way of us." Fleur said to him. He smiled in return and leaned down to kiss her. He then helped her to her feet, and the two began to redress themselves. Fleur didn't even really need to do anything, other than maneuver her dress back into place, so it was mostly Harry getting his clothes back on.

He finished dressing and slowly approached her. The two met in a kiss before Fleur gave him a sultry look and then turned and started heading for the door. Harry quickly pursued her, giving her a firm slap on the butt as he did. She let out a startled yelp and turned to him, grinning like a love struck fool.

They kissed again, before he led her out of the door, and back towards where the others were waiting and chatting amongst themselves. The two had probably been gone for close to twenty-five minutes or so, and when they strolled back up, holding hands, it was almost immediately recognized by everyone as to what happened.

"Sorry bout that. Had to clarify a few things." Harry said to them, earning a giggle from Fleur. She then whispered playfully in his ear how she could feel it running down her leg. He smirked at her, and then kissed her.

The scandalized looks he got from Daphne, Tracey, and Olivia, almost made him feel a smidgen of pride.

"Did you two…?" Olivia began to question.

"Do not ask questions you do not want to know ze intimate details of." Fleur responded, stepping away from Harry, and linking arms with Olivia as the troop continued on their way.

Harry walked beside the girls who kept throwing him these looks. All save for Luna who seemed to be in her own world at the moment, taking in the sights of the castle that always seemed to interest her.

As they made their way to the Beauxbatons carriage, Fleur was whispering things to Olivia who was blushing up a storm. What she was saying to her was anyone's guess but it was pretty obvious that Olivia was deeply invested in listening.

They eventually made it to the carriage where Fleur bid them farewell, giving Harry a wink before departing. He then guided them up to the Gryffindor Common room where he left Olivia, Tracey, and Daphne. He reminded the latter two that he'd see them in a week or so after he returned from visiting family, of which they also were planning on doing.

He then told Olivia he'd see her in the morning, to which she nodded and a bit bashfully headed into the common room.

From there, he and Luna retired to the Room of Requirement, it was as they were getting undressed for the night, that Luna inquired to him if he would like to come and visit her over the holiday and meet her father.

He agreed, telling her he'd like that.

They then settled into bed, and began to share in intimacy. They had sex, and then drifted into the dream world, where they continued to have sex. There, Harry had without doubt the raunchiest dream he'd ever had. It seems that whatever Fleur had told Olivia got her incredibly excited, because she was on him at the first opportunity. Fleur wasn't far behind. While a bit more reserved, Tracey and Daphne soon joined in. It went on for what felt like hours, and Harry himself thought it all felt incredible.

Despite trying to approach everything rationally and handling it like a human would, more and more he was finding that he deeply enjoyed the affection these five gave to him. As hard as it was to believe, his brief stint with Fleur in the real world felt better than anything she did in the dream, and that led him to wondering about Olivia, and Tracey, and even Daphne.

The following morning, Harry joined the girls for breakfast and than they all boarded the train, save for Fleur who would travel home by some other means.

Harry found in enjoyable to see how Tracey, Daphne, and Olivia couldn't quite meet his gaze after the intense dream they had all shared last night. After a short while they arrived at King's Cross station, and said their farewells. Olivia then led Harry to the meeting place where James would take them to Germany.

He greeted the two when they arrived, though both were quite sour with him.

With little in the way of conversation, they made their way to the new Potter estate. Located several kilometers south of Frankfurt, the house was nestled in a wooded forest. It was actually quite the sight. Truly a manor fit for a lord.

"Welcome home Harry." James said to him when they arrived. The words earning little more than disgust from him, but he kept from showing it, and simply remained impassive.

They entered into the front door, and were met by a duet of house elves, who happily greeted James. From what Harry understood, much of the wealth here had come from her stepmother, as she came from a wealthy and old family line, so these were technically her house elves.

"We're home!" James called out, alerting the residents of the house that he was there.

A few moments passed before the patter of feet sounded throughout the house and from the top of the nearby staircase came two younger kids. They quickly flew into their father's arms, excitedly welcoming them home. A few moments later and a woman followed them down and also gifted James with a hug.

The children then turned to Olivia and ran over to her.

"You're back? How was Hogwarts?" The boy, Jackson asked excitedly.

"It was certainly interesting. How have you been, staying good for your mother I hope?" Olivia asked in response, ruffling the boy's hair and earning a mischievous grin from him.

"Who's he?" The girl inquired, pointing at Harry.

James raised an eyebrow at the question and glanced at his wife, who mouthed something to him in response.

"Jackson, Bethany, this is our brother, Harry. Harry this is Jackson, and this here is Bethany." Olivia introduced the two children to their brother.

Harry gave the two a quick once over. Jackson was almost a mirror image of his father, and looked a lot like Harry did when he was around that age. The only big differences was that his eyes weren't green, they were brown, and he didn't wear glasses and didn't have Harry' famous scar. His nose was a bit smaller too, but they still looked a lot alike. Bethany on the other hand was a strong mixture of her mother and father. She had James' colors with dark hair, and hazel colored eyes, but had her mother's face, being round with wide eyes and a small nose, like her brother.

Julia, the woman James had married, was a brunette, much like him, and had dark brown eyes. Her hair was medium length, though done up in a tight bun. She was actually quite beautiful looking, with a refined air about her. Harry could smell the highborn haughtiness on her before she even opened her mouth. She was definitely a pureblood, he could tell that just by looking at her. It seems their father had chosen to marry in line with his station, just as Voldemort had wanted.

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth, but he shook it off and returned his attention to the children.

"Hi." He greeted them.

"Why does he have an eye-patch?" Jackson inquired, earning an annoyed swat from Olivia.

"Jack!" She hissed at his rudeness.

"I lost it, so I wear this so people don't get bothered." Harry said to the boy.

"Can I see?" He asked excitedly, only to get another swat from Olivia, this time for being so brash.

Harry was generally unbothered by the child's question, though he did note how Julia's eyes darted to Olivia each time she swatted Jackson. He knew at that exact moment, he wasn't going to like this woman. He could sense her feelings, and she did not like Olivia disciplining her younger brother.

It seemed that James could sense this too, and held his wife's hand to keep her from saying anything.

"It's nice to meet you." Harry said to the two.

"Nice to meet you too Harry. Olivia talks about you all the time." Bethany said to him.

"Yeah, says you're a real crybaby." Jackson added with a giggle, before yelping out in pain as Olivia swatted him for the third time.

"I did not say that! I said he seemed sad." Olivia snapped at him.

Harry simply blinked, recognizing that there was obviously an interesting dynamic going on between brother and sister. Jackson seemed to enjoy pushing Olivia's buttons, and Olivia was very much use to the boy trying to rile her up.

"That's enough kids. Harry, I'd like to introduce you to your stepmother. This is Julia." James introduced his wife.

The woman stepped forward and offered a charmed smile.

"My oh my, you look just like your fazer. I am most pleased to me you, Harry." Julia offered to him, as kindly as she could.

Harry sensed a coldness from her. She was putting forth a front of being happy he was there. Olivia had said she was an actress, so it was easy for him to see her putting up a false front in order to fool people from what she really thought. This woman, was not happy he was there. She pretended to be, but he sensed something much darker from her, and it was directed at him. Her smile, also didn't reach her eyes.

"Hello." He responded simply, not interested in putting forth any more than that.

"Well kids, Harry will be spending a few days here with us for the holidays, so why don't you show him around." James offered.

"Alright, come on Harry!" Bethany responded excitedly. She shot forward and grabbed his hand and began leading him deeper into the manor. Olivia followed right beside them, with Jackson trailing along.

Harry could just begin hearing Julia start whispering something to James as they went out of the room, but he didn't overly care much what they were starting to talk about.

He was shown the house, which was quite spacious and rather luxurious. He felt nothing but a growing sense of resentment as he was shown the place that he would have grown up in, had his father kept the family together. Olivia could clearly read this on his face, and kept near to him the whole morning.

He was forced to sit with the family for an early dinner, most of which was spent chatting about James and his family, though occasionally they would ask questions of Harry. He answered in short, clipped responses. He told them barely anything about himself, and was generally cold towards them. His siblings he had no problems with, Jackson was a bit annoying and Bethany seemed to be an excited little sweetheart, but aside from that, he didn't know enough about them to love or hate them. He couldn't quite stay out of Julia's head the entire time, fixating on each emotion when it popped up. Her annoyance towards his presence persisted, though she continued to hide it well, and he got a sickened feeling from the way her emotions played out. He could feel her annoyance, but there was also a sense of satisfaction there, and that satisfaction kept him on edge. She had powerful occlumency shields so he dared not press deeper into her mind, but he was growing concerned. Something about this woman, seemed off to him.

James was attempting to play the happy father, of a full family, but he could easily sense Harry's resentment towards him, and Olivia still hadn't forgiven him for his manipulations, so there was an obvious wedge there, making the whole time pass by impossibly slow, much to everyone's chagrin.

After dinner, James tried to ask Harry to sit down and talk, but Harry refused, claiming that there was nothing to really talk about. He understood where he stood with James, and that was that. James was upset by his words, but allowed him his space.

Olivia quickly showed him his room, and then guided him towards the place she knew he'd been waiting to go.

She led him to the attic, which was open and spacious, and hanging from a support beam in the center of it, was a large painting. There within sat the image of their mother, Lily Potter.

"Why is our mother's portrait in the attic?" Harry asked her.

"Julia wouldn't have it in the house, and Dad didn't want the reminder always watching him, he couldn't get rid of her though, so he let me keep her up here, since Julia and the kids never come up here. A lot of mom's old things are here." Olivia answered him, sadness touching at her voice.

"Mum?" Olivia spoke, causing the portrait to stir.

Their mother's image stirred, and she opened her emerald eyes. She stared down at them for a long moment before a smile spread across her face.

"Olivia, welcome home, my sweat girl, and this…" She began as her eyes settled onto Harry.

Harry felt himself go breathless as he stepped forward.

"Mum…" He uttered in disbelief, trying hard to organize himself.

"Hello Harry." She greeted him with a genuine smile.

"I brought him here, just like you said. You promised you would tell him things, said it was important." Olivia said to her, breaking Harry out of his revelry, and allowing him to regain his focus, he gave Olivia a curious look, but she nodded back towards their mother. She seemed eager for him to hear some things, only now he began to wonder, what it was that Lily had shared with her daughter before her arrival at Hogwarts.

"I did say that. And you did just as I asked, my dear girl. You've done well, but please, before that, tell me, what has happened to you Harry? You look as if you have been through hell." Lily's image asked him.

"I have been mum. I went through hell. Olivia told you how I was left with the Dursleys right? Well they were far from loving." Harry said to her, gaining a slow nod from his mother.

"She did say that. Harry, I am so sorry that happened to you. You were never meant to end up with Petunia. She was always a horrible rotten, shortsighted fool. She hurt you, didn't she?" Lily asked him.

"She did. They all did. I lived in a cupboard under their staircase until I got my Hogwarts letter. I was beaten, neglected, harassed by their whale of a son, Dudley. I didn't even know that Harry was my name until I went to school. They always just called me 'Freak'." Harry replied, anger dancing onto his face, as he began to glare.

"Harry… did they cause those injuries?" She asked, pointing towards his eye. He could see the way her face filled with fury, though she kept her composure well.

"No. Abigail McTash did this. The Dursleys kicked me out of their home and I ended up kidnapped by Death Eaters. They gave me to McTash and she mutilated me as part of some sort of Chimera ritual. She replaced parts of my body with creature parts, and used magic to link them to me, mind, body, and spirit." Harry answered, removing his eyepatch as he did, allowing the portrait and Olivia to see the eye beneath. It was currently channeling the power of the Basilisk, which had no affect on his mother's painting.

"You actually have an eye under there?" Olivia asked starting to step forward to see it, but Harry stopped her by holding out his arm and looking away.

"This eye was the eye of a beholder, the central eye, granting me the power to cancel out magic at the focal point of my vision. However, the eye gained the power of a Basilisk's killing sight, taken from the Basilisk venom in my veins. I can't look at her portrait with the beholder power, otherwise the enchantments will be disrupted, maybe even damaged, so it's currently channeling the power of the Basilisk. If you meet my gaze, you'll die." Harry explained, causing Olivia to take in a breath and nod in understanding. She then took a step back, and allowed him to re-cover his eye.

"That wasn't all she did to me. She marked me as well." Harry removed the glove from his Behir hand, and showed the mark of Khorne upon it.

"The same as Olivia. It seems I was right." Lily noted with a sigh.

"What do you know, mum? How could you possibly know about any of this?" Harry asked, taking a step towards the painting.

"You've always been special Harry. Always. Since long before you were made, I knew you would be special. I never knew that they would be so heavily involved. I knew there would be some involvement, but I never imagined you would carry their mark." Lily said to him, causing her two children to share a look between each other.

"So… you know about the Chaos Gods?" Harry guessed.

"I do. I've known about them since I was a little girl." Lily answered honestly.

"How?" Harry asked her.

"My family… I come from a long line of believers. Long ago, we gained access to the greater truth, and learned more about our world than any others. My family, my ancestors, have been awaiting the day of your birth Harry, for a long time." Lily said to him, earning his surprise, and similar disbelief from Olivia.

"Mum, what are you talking about? What do you mean you were waiting for Harry?" Olivia asked her.

"My ancestors are the last survivors of the old kingdoms. The only ones to survive the purge. We knew, since that era, thousands of years ago, we knew that our world was special. That our world was influenced by God." Lily said to them, earning further confusion.

"It's a long story, but the short of it is that a long time ago, a great ship came to our world from the stars. On board that ship, was God, and with him, a mighty legion of his sons, God's angels. The ship landed deep in the deserts, and was buried there by the sands. God remained in slumber, but from the moment he arrived, his will began to influence our world, our very own solar system even. This place began to shape into something new. It was shaped by God's dreams, into the Earth we know today. Shaped by his memories and understanding of his own past. Our world was becoming his world, slowly but surely. What we understand is that almost every event that has occurred on this planet, in some way, is part of the grand design. Every major historical event, even the birth of important figures, all part of God's dream, all meant to guide us to become the world he remembers. It began slowly at first, until the Observers came. They saw what was happening, saw the influence of magic and the Warp on this world and they feared it, so they purged the Old Kingdoms. They rained fire down from the skies, and melted the ancient cities, and burned away most traces of our past. This triggered the reset of most of mankind. It also sped up God's affect on our world. With humanity set back to the start, it became so much easier to influence us, and guide the world along it's path. You see, humanity was powerful then, our magic was unique, and very strong, and that slowed God's affect on the world. After the Observers wiped most of us out, the magical resilience was gone, and so, changes that would have taken eons, were now occurring in decades, or even centuries. Without humanity's combined magical might, God's influence was free to run roughshod over the world, over the entire solar system actually. This interested the Observers who began to recognize what our world was shaping into. They saw their world beginning to form from ours and it amazed them, so they remained and have been studying our world for thousands of years. The only involvement they've had with us since the original Armageddon is to try and keep magicals out of the affairs of the world. We have the power to change things, and influence them in another direction, so the Observers work to keep magicals under control and hidden so that they can keep watching this world shape into their own. They don't realize it, but by keeping the magical populace weak, they are actually speeding up God's evolution of our world." Lily explained, immediately enthralling the two.

"What does this have to do with anything though?" Harry asked her.

"God… the one who dreams and shapes the world. My order, my family we're survivors as I said, descended from the Old Kingdoms. We remember God, and have worked for a long time to find him, and awaken him. We believe that by doing so, he and his angelic sons will take this world and guide us into a golden age. Long ago, a group of three men, found God's tomb on an expedition in the Middle-East. Their adventures there aren't well known, because they didn't understand what they found. It was what happened when they returned to Britain that made them famous. These three men, were the Three Brothers, the Peverell brothers. The ones who obtained the Deathly Hallows." Lily continued on. Hearing that though, Harry immediately reached out to Luna through his mind, drawing her attention to him, to make sure she was listening to this.

"So the men who found God, also met Death itself?" Olivia questioned, glancing at Harry who shared her look.

"Yes. I, along with my master, believed that it was because they found God, that the Peverell brothers then encountered Death." Lily explained to them.

"Does that make any sense to you Luna?" Harry asked her through their shared mental link.

"Actually… it does… I don't know about this God, she's talking about, but… there was a reason why I was drawn to the three brothers. I… I… remember watching them. Watching them before they defied their fate and built the bridge over the river. Truthfully… I can't remember why I was watching them. Only that I was, and seeing them defy their fate, earned my momentary ire. I appeared before them, but in them I saw you, and immediately set plans into action to prepare for you. Now that I'm thinking about it, I find it curious that I was so quick to anger with them. People have defied their fates before, but something about these three drove me to react, and it was only after I reacted, that I consciously recognized your existence through them." Luna responded thoughtfully.

"Knowing what we knew about them and their journey, my master and I studied the three brothers extensively, we investigated their families, and even their descendants. It was actually the reason why I chose to start dating James. I wanted access to his family's knowledge, and he was more than happy to allow that, in exchange for my affections. It was from the old Potter library that I uncovered the journal of Ignotus Peveral and was eventually able to backtrack the brother and it led us to finding God's tomb. My master and I went there along with a company of followers, when I was still just a teenager. I was only nineteen at the time, but I remember it clear as day. We could only go so far, there were many traps, and alien defenses that killed most of our party as we tried to advance, but we got close enough to witness God in his slumbering form. It was honestly the most amazing experience of my life." Lily continued on, causing both Harry and Olivia to gape in surprise.

Because it was a painting, it could only mimic certain emotions from the real Lily, and it was obvious that this portrait had been taught a great deal about her actual self, so that it could carry on the message, but the way it so casually revealed how it used James to it's advantage, it was definitely unnerving.

"So you never really loved him?" Harry asked her.

"I loved him, I just wasn't in love with him. He was a good man, for what he was, and he had my affections, most certainly, but I never loved him like he loved me. In the end, he was always a means to an end, and after I visited God's tomb, he gained a new purpose." Lily expressed to him.

"What purpose was that?" Olivia questioned.

"We could not enter God's resting place, he was in our sights, just behind an unbreakable window. All we had to do was pass down one of two hallways and enter the chamber below, and we've have been there, standing before God's resting place. The defenses around it were to great though, machines and weapons that reacted faster than we could respond. There were many traps, and they killed so many of our party. We couldn't get into the chamber, no matter what we tried, the defenses were just too powerful. Attempts to apparate into the room would allow us to clear the hall, but as soon as we landed in the chamber, we'd be vaporized by these strange energy weapons. They used light, lasers, to cut us down faster than a thought. We could get into the chamber without dying, but that didn't mean we couldn't influence what happened inside with our magic. Using our magic, a ritual was devised, a means of restoring God to life. If we could not breach the inner chamber to awaken him, than we would have to revive him through some other means. This ritual, would resurrect him in a new body." Lily explained, her words causing both of her children to instantly realize what she was getting at.

"No… you're not saying…?" Olivia began, turning her eyes towards Harry, who seemed to stumble a bit and blink as the understanding dawned on him.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. You were our first try, and while we had such high hopes, it ended in failure. You didn't receive God's spirit. Despite not being what I'd hoped, I still loved you, and always believed that you would have a role to play in our plan. After enough time had passed from your birth, I went back to the tomb, and we tried again. We used the ritual to link God's essence to my womb, and then I returned to England and James and I made you Harry. This time, I knew we were successful. From the moment your heart began to beat, I knew we had succeeded. You were special from the moment you were born." Lily said to him with a soft, and loving smile.

Harry blinked several times in disbelief. He had to take a few steps back as he felt his legs grow weak.

"Harry." He heard Luna's voice in his mind, seeking to comfort him.

"Is this why it was me? Why I'm the Master of Death. I hold the spirit of their God. Is that why you were following the Peverell brothers? You were subconsciously hanging around God's slumbering form, and when those three stumbled into his tomb, you followed them out. Maybe the reason why you were so quick to anger with them was because of that? Because they had entered God's tomb without permission." Harry asked her, painting this scenario in his mind, and putting for the possibility that would explain why things were the way they were.

Luna was silent for a moment as she thought on it, trying so hard to remember. As hard as she tried, it didn't come to her. She couldn't remember anything from before watching the Peverell brothers enter into the forest, where they would defy their fates.

Still, even though she couldn't say for certain if it was true, she felt like it was. It made sense to her, it helped her to understand what put her on this path, and why she had seen Harry in the Peverells. James was a descendant of the youngest, and she sensed her master's birth through them.

"Maybe you're right Harry. Maybe that's why it always felt like I'd been with you? Because you always existed. The reason why I was directed at you, was because it was you waking up. Ever since I became conscious I've felt like I was with you, but I always thought it was a more metaphorical thing. Maybe I truly was, because you already existed, I just didn't know it, couldn't remember it. I was too focused on the Peverells." Luna offered in response.

"So does that mean this god, this slumbering… Alien, is the true Master of Death?" Harry couldn't help but wonder.

"It might have been the original Master of Death, but I wasn't awake yet. This ritual they performed, it sounds like it took the God's soul, and put it into your unborn body. Essentially allowing you to reincarnate. Think of it like a past life. It's still you, you're still my Master, that time was just a previous life. This is who you are now." Luna offered to him. Her rationalization helped him rationalize it himself. It was like reincarnation. It may not have been a natural reincarnation, but he had still been reborn. The question than remained, what had happened to his previous body, and what did it mean if he in fact held the soul of his mother's god?

"How successful was this ritual of yours? If I am that god reborn, is all of me here, in this body, or was it only part of me, or it? And what happened to it? Is it still alive, just waiting out there in it's tomb? What does this all mean?" Harry questioned her, as he began regaining his sense of direction.

"The ritual was a complete success. It placed your spirit into your body and nestled it in quite nicely I must say. Your powers are slowly flowing back into you. Even as a small child, you had power rivaling full grown witches and wizards. Now here you are, stronger than I could imagine, and you're only growing more powerful. It didn't come as a surprise to me, when we heard that prophecy that Voldemort would mark you as his equal. As vain as he is, he could never look upon god, and see himself as more. As for your old body, it still remains within your tomb, resting with your angels. Without a soul, I feel that it will act the same way that a body does when the Killing Curse is used on it, and it will die, if it hasn't already. As for what it all means, it means that you were destined for greatness Harry, since long before you were born." Lily answered, smiling reverently at him.

"You said this God had the power to reshape the world, and guide it's development. I don't have that power. I can't do things like that." Harry said to her.

"Not with magic, Harry, our magic is unique to us. I don't think you ever had it before. The power you use is older than our magic. It is power from the Warp. And you are still far too young to have access to your old powers. It will be a long time before you regain your old strength?" She said to him, offering him a kind, and sympathetic look.

"I know I don't look it, but thanks to the powers I received from the Chaos Gods, I ended up in another world for twenty-four years. I'm actually almost forty." Harry countered.

"Still not enough time Harry. We're talking centuries before the process is complete. Imagine if you will, that your original soul was massive, your baby body was to small to take in all of your soul at once, so only the heart of your soul, it's main part, found nest in this new body. As time passes you are slowly regaining your full soul, and all of your power. It's like it's all outside of you now, and it's slowly being drawn back in. As time passes you'll continue to grow stronger and stronger. The process is slow due to the barriers between our reality and the Immaterium. In times when those barriers weaken, you'll notice a swell of power, as strength is allowed to rush into you with greater intensity. This can speed up the process, but with the barriers as they are now, you're probably looking at a few centuries until you're returned to full strength." Lily explained to him.

Harry blinked at that, and offered a slow nod.

Did that mean if he used Nurgle's Bell, and tore a hole in reality that he'd experience what she was talking about? So his soul was still finding rest in his body, slowly empowering him more and more with power linked to the warp. He simply hadn't noticed because he didn't know how to use warp based powers. What did that mean in regards to the modifications already made to his soul? He had absorbed the Dark Soul, was this the reason why he remained unchanged after doing so? He vividly recalled how the other Lords had changed from their original forms to become Lords, while he physically remained unchanged. Was this why the Dark Soul found purchase within his body, and became a part of him, rather than becoming all of what he was?

"What is it you hoped to gain from this, mother? Why go through all of the effort to make me?" Harry questioned her.

"Because… you are, amazing Harry. You are sublime. Because freeing you, would free us from our fate. So long as you dreamed Harry, we would walk the footpaths of your world. Your dreams would guide us, and control us. You weren't doing it on purpose, it was simply a result of your incredible power. Now though, now you're awake, now you can do what you came here to do. You came to our world for a reason Harry, I've always believed that. My order has long believed it was to take this world for your own, to guide our civilization, to become something greater, something beyond imagining. It was never your intention to remake your old home, so we had to wake you up. We had to set you free so we could understand our true destiny. You are the one who will guide us towards that destiny, Harry. We set you free, and now you will set us free." Lily responded, her reverence shining through with each word. She spoke as if she were praising something far greater than herself, like she was truly before a divine being.

"And what about the Chaos Gods, what role were they meant to play in all of this?" Harry asked her, his face cold, and impassive as he continued digesting what he'd learned.

"The story goes that your ship came from the Immaterium Harry. That on the day of it's arrival, the sky opened up, and the ship fell out of the other realm. My order has long served the Dark Powers, we have great knowledge of ancient magics, and sorceries. We intended to share all of that knowledge with you, after you were born. Here, in this room, are my old diaries, things I kept, secret tomes and the like, things I personally prepared for you Harry. We knew that the powers of the Immaterium would be at your beck and call, and we wished to share all of our knowledge with you. It's why I knew that the Dark Powers would be involved in your life, and why I knew the moment Olivia showed me her mark, that they had begun choosing their agents to meet with you." Lily offered, gifting Olivia with a smile, as her daughter glanced down at the Mark of Khorne upon the back of her hand.

"Those marks are Slave Brands Mum, and their also ticking time bombs. Warp magics are locked within, the kind meant to mutate and change their bodies to become demons. Once they activate, the soul of the person in question will be destroyed, and in it's place a daemon will inhabit their body. Olivia is in danger, if we can't find a way to turn her into a daemon before the time limit is up, she'll die." Harry said to her.

"The answer must lay in the marks Harry. The Dark Powers would not have chosen them specifically, if they weren't meant to be the ones to serve you. That power you gained from them, from the Chaos Gods, the one that lets you travel to other worlds, it must be the key. The next time you use it, harmonize with the mark, and let it take you where you need to go." Lily responded.

He was about to retort to that, telling her that the power required him to die, but he stopped himself. It was mentioned to him that he might not go on these trips alone. That he may go with others, with his slaves. Was she suggesting that the next time he died, he could focus on one of the marks, and get sent to a place that would help that girl in ascending?

He thought it was supposed to be random, but maybe she was right, maybe the Chaos Gods were hoping that their respective choices would become what they needed them to be. He didn't know for sure, but it left him wanting, and needing more.

"This is a lot to take in…" Harry spoke, as he brought a hand up to his head. "I need some time, I need to think on all of this..."

"I know. Please, take what time you need, gather your thoughts, and return when you have more questions. I'll answer as honestly as I can. And please, be careful. The Observers are a threat, they have always been a threat, and they've been watching our world for thousands of years, keeping magical kind in check. They are watching Harry, their agents are about, manipulating and controlling things. Take my trunks, everything inside was meant for you Harry, inside you'll find items that'll help you, and give you everything that I knew. They're locked, and have been since before I died. The magic sealing them can only be opened by you Harry, and before you go, please know something, know that even if it was only for a short while, know that I loved you with all of my heart Harry. I was so proud to get the chance to be your mother. If I could do it all over again, knowing where it would all end for me, I would in a heartbeat." Lily said to him, her words coming out with all of the love and affection she could muster.

Harry was moved by her words, even if he wasn't quite sure how he was feeling now. He still had so many questions, but he needed to get away from here, needed to take some time to digest all of this.

"We'll return to this conversation later, and I'll be sure to collect your trunks before I leave. Thank you, mum." Harry said to her, earning a soft smile from the portrait.

Olivia guided him out of the attic and down to where he'd be staying. She wanted to talk to him about everything they had learned, but she knew he was still busy digesting it. Hell she was still busy digesting it. It was probably better to let him sleep on it, and they could talk about it tomorrow. So with that idea in mind, she offered him a goodnight and quickly headed for her room, leaving Harry to settle into his own.

He didn't sleep at all that night, just sat awake talking to Luna through their shared mental link.

The first thing he asked her her was if she could tell he was different from his soul. She said she could, noting that his soul had always been different. She never wondered as to why, since the answer was obvious. To her, he was the Master of Death, so of course he'd be unique. He asked her if the Chaos Gods knew, if they gave any indication that they were aware that he was something more, something different and that was part of the reason they were so interested in him.

She said she didn't get that from them, but she did note that having a more powerful soul was probably why he survived after being possessed by four different Daemons. She didn't think they had known before he came before them, but once they did, she had no doubt they could see the truth.

Luna also apologized several times for not knowing any of this. Despite being everywhere, most of her existence was like a dream, and trying to remember things that happened away from her consciousness was like trying to remember ones own dreams. Sometimes she would get flashes of insight, but often before she could grasp them, they were gone. It was like an image appearing in your mind, but before you could really see what it was, it had faded away. It's one of the reasons she was so spacey at times. These flashes came whenever they pleased, and most of the time had no context, or even any bearing on her current situation. It was just random knowledge, that popped into her head from any point in reality, and rarely was it of any real use to her.

Still, she felt guilty for not knowing. This was something major, something that was awakening Harry's mind to the scope of what he was, what he was meant to be, and she wished she had more answers for him, or a way of explaining things to help him. He accepted her apology, though felt it wasn't needed. He knew that despite the scope of her omnipresence, he had long recognized that she was far from all knowing. She could be quite childlike in her innocence at times, and it spoke of just how short her conscious existence was in comparison to the scope of her whole life. Eight hundred years of consciousness compared to an eternity of infinite presence, was mind boggling to say the least, and he understood that it was difficult for her.

Still, the two remained awake for the rest of the night, with Harry becoming adamant that he needed to venture to this place, to the tomb of this God and see things for himself. Maybe, just maybe he'd find more answers there, and he may also be able to breath the defenses, where others had failed.

Morning eventually came, and with it, the gifting of presents. The Potter children were showered with gifts, much to the younger two's enjoyment. Olivia was pretty even tempered, spending most of the time keeping close to Harry, and watching over him. Harry himself wasn't very interested in the gift he'd received from his father. Bits and bobs here and there, trinkets and the like. None of it really fit as a meaningful gift for him, though he hadn't expected any of it too. He spent most of the day, trapped in his own thoughts. The only time he was really drawn out of his thoughts was to play with Jackson and Bethany. He found he was starting to enjoy the two of them. Jackson was chatty, and a bit rough, but he was a kid, what could one expect. Still he was a good-natured boy, who obviously loved his sisters, even if he enjoyed getting a rise out of Olivia. Bethany was just a sweetheart, and fawned over him, which he found pleasant. It helped get his mind off things, but only so long as they interacted with him, if they let him be for more than a few moments, his thoughts would drift back to what he'd learned.

He spoke briefly with Olivia, telling her he wanted to talk to Lily more tonight, to which she agreed, herself wanting more answers, as well as to sit down and discuss everything they'd learned.

Just before dinner, Harry and James got into a fight. Harry was once more dismissive of his father, and his father finally snapped, having put up with Harry's dismissal all day, he chose now to try and hash it out.

"What would you have done Harry? I know you were hurt, but I only did what I thought was best. You were supposed to be well taken care of, I sent money, and I made sure the Dursleys had an incentive to treat you fairly. I never knew about what you went through at Hogwarts, had I known, I would have come back sooner." James said to him, the two currently in James' study, away from the prying ears of the rest of the family.

"I wouldn't have abandoned my family, James. And I'm not looking for your excuses. You can say you didn't know, but even if that's true, all it does is confirm to me that you never cared. Had you cared, you would have kept an eye on me. You would have kept an ear out. I wouldn't be three and a half years into the nightmare that's been my time at Hogwarts, before you intervened. Face the fact that you abandoned me. That you left me behind. Stop trying to sugar coat it, like that'll somehow make it all better." Harry responded coldly.

"I know I messed up Harry, but I'm trying to make amends." James said to him.

"Look at me James. Look at what's become of your son!" Harry snarled in response to that, gesturing to himself. "I have been abused my entire life! I'm now tied with you for the number of times I've defied Voldemort. I've faced him alone, twice in the last three years. His servants tied me to a table and mutilated my body, do yo think that's just you messing up?!"

James was silent for a moment, sorrow filling his face, that sorrow soon morphed into shame.

"I'm not here for your excuses James, and I'm not here for you. There's nothing between us, and there never will be. Stop trying to be my father. You lost that right years ago." Harry snarled at him before storming out of the room. He spent the next hour or so fuming in his room, only coming out when Olivia informed him that dinner was ready.

He joined them for the meal, if only to keep the peace for his younger siblings sake, but Olivia could tell he was in a bad mood. James was quiet for most of the meal, hardly mentioning anything, and Harry was lost in his thoughts. So long in fact that he didn't notice when the kids started yawning before dessert.

After dinner Olivia escorted him to his room, and he asked along the way if she was ready to go speak to their mum again. She asked him to give her an hour to take a nap as she was feeling really sleepy. He accepted guessing that she had probably spent the night awake like he did, thinking on what was said. They still needed to talk about it too.

A little over an hour passed, when Harry heard a pop beside his bed. He sat up and gazed to the side, finding one of the family's house elves standing there. The elf flinched in surprise as he sat up, almost like he had expected Harry to be sleeping. It was still pretty early in the night, only around eight or so in the evening.

"Yes?" Harry inquired, blinking in confusion.

The elf, who's name was Krier, flapped his lips a few times, before shooting forward and grabbing Harry's arm, suddenly, Harry felt himself pulled through the air, as the elf apparated the two of them.

Harry hit the ground with a thud, and quickly shot to his feet. He found Krier standing in front of him, slowly backing away as he did. Harry stared at the elf with confusion and curiosity, that is until he noticed the unmoving bodies laid out several feet away.

He recognized them in an instant. James, Bethany, and Jackson, all laid out side by side, all appeared to be sleeping. Olivia wasn't there, and he immediately began to look for her.

Before he could begin to react, he found himself frozen in place.

Some unseen power was holding onto him, keeping him from moving.

"What is this?! What's happening?!" Harry thought in panic, his worry drawing Luna's thoughts towards his.

"My, my… you are still avake?" Came the voice of Julia, as he heard her step around him and into his field of vision.

"Awake? Wait…" Harry's eyes went wide as he glanced down at the unmoving form of his family. "Poison!"

He realized it in an instant. They had all been poisoned, something to put them to sleep. Harry wasn't affected due to his resistance to toxins, thanks to things like the unicorn ashes healing properties.

"Why?" Harry uttered, as another realization struck him. The force holding him in place was the manor's protective wards. It felt like he was being held in the grip of the entire building.

"Do you know how long I have been vaiting for zis?" Julia asked him, a manic look spreading onto her face.

Another realization came to him as he met her gaze, her dark browns locking with his furious emerald.

"Death Eater!" Harry snarled as he fought against the unseen force that bound him up.

"Ah, such a privileged title. Did you zink he did not know? He knew zat James had survived, he had spared him intentionally. It was not hard to fool him, grieving widower zat he vas. Imagine how he vill revard me when I kill you. Ze traitorous Potter bloodline, wiped out, in a single night. You vere fools to resist him." Julia said with a smirk. Harry was about to remove his eyepatch with the beholder eye and then try and use the basilisk vision to murder this wretched bitch, but she turned away before he could start.

"Take ze children. Ve vill be leaving zis place." Julia told her other house elf, while Krier remained at attention.

The other elf quickly took Bethany and Jackson, apparating the two away, leaving just the original Potter's remaining.

Harry watched as Julia stepped to the side, drawing her wand as she did. She then cast ennervate to awaken someone who was just out of sight from Harry.

He began hearing muffled groans, that quickly turned panicked. He knew in an instant that it was Olivia.

"You fucking bitch!" Harry snarled as he fought as hard as he could to break free from the grip of the defensive wards.

This was why you didn't invade someones home without a lot of preparation. Wards were very powerful things, and having that much magic slamming into you, gripping you with all it's might, it truly felt like the whole manor had closed in around him and was holding him in place. He wouldn't be surprised if this manor had been upgraded with Wards known only to house Potter. At the very least, he knew they were top notch. He couldn't move at all, his muscles felt frozen in place.

He heard Olivia's muffled and panicked cries, as she began registering what was happening.

"Do not vorry Harry Potter, you are not ze one I have a vendetta against. You vill not have to live to see your sister suffer. I cannot say ze same for her zough." Julia said to him as she walked past him towards where James lay on the ground. She circled around him and knelt, extending her hand to Krier as she did.

The elf came over to her, handing her a sheathed knife.

She drew the blade with an almost whimsical smile.

"So many years I've had to dance zis dance. Zank you for ze lovely children James, but now we must say our goodbyes." Julia spoke with cruelty, as she ennervated him. James' eyes opened and the moment they did, Julia drove the knife in under his ribs.

His eyes went wide in surprise and pain, and Harry heard Olivia shriek through whatever gag was keeping her voice muffled.

As much as he hated the man, Harry felt his whole body jolt as he watched the murder play out before him.

The cruelty of Julia's smile, the way she leaned down and kissed James' forehead as he reached up to grab her hand, surprise and pain, the only emotions on his face.

Slowly that pain turned to horror, and blood began to spill out of his mouth, as Julia drove the blade even deeper, cutting through flesh and organs, all the while she stared down at him, this sort of lovely cruelty on her face.

Harry could only hear Olivia's manic cries. As angry as she was with her father, she was now being forced to watch him die. Harry's heart broke for her pain, and his rage began to build.

He felt his magic pressing against the magic of the manor. Just as it had done so long ago, in Abigail McTash's house, he felt his magic trying to bubble out. He wanted to rip this woman limb from limb, to tear her to pieces with his bare hands! Darkness began to manifest out of him, drawing the frightened attention of Krier who back away fearfully. The raw power of the Dark Soul was right there with him, attempting to manifest, even as it was pressed in place by the power of the house's wards. Harry knew all he had to do was keep pressing. Wards were meant for immediate action, to halt, not to hold. Such defenses as this would hold him in place for five, maybe ten minutes, just so long as he continued to resist. They were meant to unleash a massive amount of power, but they could never maintain it for long. It why they usually had to be activated intentionally so that the one who activated them was ready to deal with the attacker while the wards did their thing.

Harry continued to resist, as Julia twisted the knife, and James' slowly began to stop moving. His horror, the look of betrayal on his face, it was a nightmare given form.

Slowly, James stopped moving. Just like that, no fanfare, no heroics, not even a final hurrah. The Lord of House Potter was dead, taken by someone he had believed wholeheartedly had loved him.

As he lay back, the life leaving him, his head listed towards Harry. The final thing James Potter saw before everything faded to black was the life he had ruined, the son he had abandoned.

Julia rose to her feet, and began approaching Harry. She was in his blind spot, he couldn't turn his head but if he could just get her to walk in front of him, he could hopefully end her life with the Basilisk's gaze, he just needed to time it right.

"I vish zis hurt you more, Harry Potter. I vish you vould feel sorrow at his death. Know zat Olivia certainly vill. Viz him, and viz you." Julia said as she stepped behind him.

Harry grunted in pain as he felt it, felt the blade drive into his spine.

Olivia was shrieking into her gag now, as Harry felt the strength leave his legs, as his spine was severed.

He collapsed forward into a heap, unable to catch himself.

He felt Julia on his back, slowly removing the knife, only to drive it in again.

The pain was excruciating, but nowhere near as bad as the sight Harry was forced to see. There before him, he saw Olivia. Dressed in her nightgown, bound and gagged, her wrists were bound up in magical chains. The chain was wrapped around a pillar in the room, connecting to both her hands. She pulled against it, trying desperately to break free and come to his aid.

She was crying, and screaming, pulling with all her might.

He felt as Julia removed the blade once more, only to drive it in again. He grunted in pain, but refused to cry out. This, this was nothing to him. He had endured such pain before, all it did was fuel his rage. He refused to give this psychotic bitch the satisfaction, and he wouldn't hurt Olivia further by letting her hear him scream.

"Come now, I know zis hurts." Julia whispered as she drove the blade into his back for a third time.

Harry could feel his blood washing across his back, he could feel himself growing colder as his life-blood drained out of him.

Olivia was in a full blown rage at this moment. She thrashed against her chains and it looked like she was about to rip her arms out of their sockets.

Her fury peaked at the sixth stab, as she saw Harry's face twist in pain.

Olivia let out a maddening shriek of pain, as she pulled against her bindings with all her might.

Harry's vision blurred for a moment as Julia drove the knife in for a final time, but he suddenly regained his focus as the adrenaline kicked in, and he saw Olivia rip free from her bindings.

She was in a mad, frothing rage at this point, and he felt the mark on his left hand blaze in response to her otherwordly fury.

For a moment he thought that she had broken her chains, only to realize that the chains were still perfectly intact, she had escaped by ripping the chain on her right hand free, degloving it.

She shot forward and tackled Julia off of Harry. He heard Olivia roaring as she raining blow after blow down on her step-mother in a blind fury. Suddenly the sound stopped and he heard Olivia struggle. He then saw her fly back into his field of view, hitting the pillar hard, as if she'd been thrown.

He then saw Krier step into his line of sight, putting himself between his master and Olivia.

Olivia slowly rose to her feet, almost like a predator, her emerald eyes were filled with rage, and Harry could dimly see the Mark of Khorne on her left hand, blazing as it burned away the fabric that she used to conceal it.

Harry opened his beholder eye, allowing his transfigured eye-patch to dissolve away, he focused his gaze onto the elf's back and watched with glee as it snapped it's fingers only for nothing to happen.

The elf then seemed to teeter as he felt his magic weaken and fade.

With a snarl, Olivia lashed out, swinging the chain still hooked to her left arm at the little elf. The long chain made contact, the ends of it where Olivia's flesh and blood still clung, struck the elf hard in the face, popping one of it's eyes from the force of the blow.

The elf shrieked and fell to the ground, and Olivia was swiftly on top of the little creature, pounding it's round skull into the hard floor. Harry watched, mesmerized as Olivia bashed the creature's head in, caving in the back of it's skull and causing blood, skull fragments and brains to splatter outward with each successive strike.

Olivia glanced up, seeing something past him, and Harry knew she was seeing Julia. Suddenly, Olivia was lifted off the ground, held in place by an unseen force. She was held above him, he could only see her feet as she kicked against the air. If only he could move, he could use his gaze to release her from the hold of whatever magic was gripping her.

"You rotten little bitch!" He heard Julia snarl.

He knew he needed to do something, he had to do something. His strength was fading, his blood drained too quickly out of the many stabs to his back, some of which had cut all the way through his torso. He naturally healed quickly, but not so quickly that it would stop him from dying.

"Harry! Open her mark!" Luna shouted at him in his mind.

"Her mark?" Harry thought.

"Khornite daemons are resistant to magic. Open her mark, maybe it'll help her, change her like it did Tracey and Daphne!" Luna said to him. He remembered that. Khorne hated magic. His demons had a higher resilience to it than others did.

The last time he had done this he had needed to touch the mark, he couldn't move now, and he didn't have the strength to fight against the manor's wards.

He could still feel his magic bubbling, thrashing to try and tear Julia apart. He could still barely press it beyond the confines of his body. He still probably had several minutes more before he wore down the wards enough to break free of them, and he was losing strength quickly. He was desperate, but he needed to try something. He needed to help her. Suddenly, a realization struck him. He looked at the ground. He knew that the effect of the Beholder's gaze had an area of effect from it's point of focus. So he looked as closely to his body as he could, namely to his shoulder.

He felt the grip of the house wards fade, the magic retreating, and he could suddenly move his arm, but only at the shoulder. That was all he needed though. He was able to drag his arm enough to lift it off the ground, and once he saw it, he looked at it, freeing his whole arm from the grip of magic. He then grabbed Olivia's hanging foot, using the contact to fulfill his needs. He may not be touching the mark but it would have to do.

"How…?" Julia snarled, still standing out of sight from him.

The next word died in her throat, as she saw the mark on Olivia's hand flash brightly. A burst of power surged through the air, and Olivia dropped to the ground. Her body convulsed for a moment before she let out a shriek.

From her back erupted a single bat-like wing, it shot across the ground, spraying blood across the floor as it did. A second later, and a second wing burst free.

Olivia shrieked in pain for several long moments before she suddenly sprung up, her emerald eyes blazing like green flames.

"Vat…?" Julia spoke, only to try and cast a spell, whatever spell she had cast, struck Olivia center mass, and tore her gown open, cutting into her flesh underneath. The wound though was minor, and it instantly set Olivia off. Like a giant cat, she sprung forward, clearing the distance between her and her target in a single movement.

Olivia still had her mouth covered, so her shrieks and screams were muffled. Harry heard Julia's screams clearly though. Panic and pain were like music to his ears. There was a loud tearing sound as suddenly Julia's body soared over him, slamming into the same pillar that Olivia had been chained to. Julia's arms was missing, torn free at the shoulder.

Julia was struggling now, trying to crawl away, the panic and terror on her face, almost make Harry laugh. Blood poured from the open wound, dripping and spurting free, as the murderous actress scrambled for safety. Harry heard the crackling of chains, as overhead the magical iron chain whipped out slashing the retreating woman on her ribs, cracking them and slicing them open.

Harry saw Olivia pass him, advancing on her target, he could see the magical chain still hooked to her left hand. The chain was different now though, red marking were starting to creep down it's length, and from where it was wrapped around her wrist, he could see it begin coiling along her forearm like some kind of serpent, trailing up until it started to reach her elbow. This did nothing to shorten the length of the chain. Whatever powers were affecting it, were clearly not of this world.

Julia screamed and jabbed her wand at Olivia, sending fiery spells at her, that burned away her gown and singed her skin but did little to halt her advance.

Finally Olivia was on her, ripping the woman's wand from her hand and grabbing her by the head.

She held her head between her hands, squeezing it with ferocious intent.

Harry heard Julia shrieking as she clawed at Olivia, even managing to catch her gag at one point and tear it free.

With a snarl, Olivia threw her stepmother to the ground and pounced on top of her.

Harry had a perfect view as Olivia pummeled her, raining blow after blow down on her body. Each blow was like a sledgehammer falling. Harry could see the way the skin on Olivia's left hand tore and split as she hammered into Julia again and again, that wasn't even talking about her right hand, where flaps of skin flopped about, as most of the flesh from her wrist to her knuckles was pulled free, and bunched around her knuckles like padded folds, which actually softened her strikes with that hand.

Despite probably being in unspeakable agony, Olivia was undeterred and continued her ruthless assault.

Blow after blow, for minutes. Harry was absolutely mesmerized by her ferocity. At some point Julia stopped moving, her body only shaking with each blow, as a result of the force delivered.

The older woman's chest was caved in, and her face was pulverized by the time Olivia managed to regain her senses.

It was only when their eyes met during her blind fury, that she was broken free of it.

"H-Harry…" She uttered, as if remembering he was there for the first time.

She let out a sob and shot over to him, leaving the corpse of her step-mother behind.

She scooped him into her arms, as he felt the manor's magic holding him in place fade away.

"Harry! Please, say something?" Olivia begged, as tears poured from her eyes.

"Good job." He muttered in response as his vision began to cloud.

"No! No! No! No! No! Harry don't fall asleep!" Olivia begged him.

"It'll be fine. I- I think I'm just going somewhere for a- bit. M-Maybe you'll come with me?" He uttered weekly. He'd been stabbed seven times, and each wound was deep, and bleeding heavily, he knew he was on the way out, and that meant he was going on a trip.

"Olivia… you did wonderfully. I'm proud of you." Harry said to her, gifting his sister a smile as she stared down at him, tears streaming from her eyes as she held him.

"Harry! Harry!" She said as his eyes closed, the life finally fading out of him. She shook him, and suddenly she felt a presence.

She lifted her gaze to find Luna sitting in front of her, smiling at her.

"L-Luna?" Olivia muttered, when she felt a hand brush her face.

She looked down to see Harry staring up at her, looking far less tired than he had before.

"Harry!" She let out with a smile.

"Looks like it worked. Seems you're coming with me." Harry said to her.

"Coming with you?" Olivia replied.

"Harry died. This is a transitionary place, you'll both be leaving here soon. He went to the grave, focusing on you Olivia, and it seems that brought you here with him. Your mind, your spirit, it'll be born into a new world alongside Harry. You'll stay there with him until it's time to come home." Luna explained.

"I told you, we're going on a trip." Harry said to her, drawing her gaze back down to him.

Olivia stared down at him, tears falling from her face.

"I'm sorry about your dad." Harry said to her, causing her to blink and take in a breath, her face twisting as she vividly recalled her father's murder.

"Harry… Jacky, Bethy!" Olivia realized.

"We'll find them. When we come back, we'll be stronger. We'll find them, I promise." Harry said to her.

"You'll be on your own for a little, but I'll find you, like I always do." Luna said to them.

"I'll count the seconds. Until then, we'll manage." Harry offered to her, glancing at her with a smile.

"Take care of him, Olivia. I'll see you in our dreams." Luna offered to her, earning a tearful nod from the girl.

"Time to wake up." Harry noted as the whiteness began to bleed away, leaving the two drifting into another world, another place.

Olivia said nothing, as she cradled Harry to her breast. Not for a moment did she register that they were naked. It was doubtful that she would have noticed such a thing. Her mind awash with emotions, and pain.

It remained that way until she felt Harry drift out of her arms. She tried to cling to him, but found herself unable to hold onto him. Suddenly she felt a coldness, and she was there, laying upon cold stone. By her side was Harry.

She shot up and crawled over to him, taking note of the wings he had on his back. She had never noticed them before, they were all folded up, tucked tightly against his flesh. They were very similar to the wings she now had, which she just not began to take note of.

Slowly, Harry awoke and rose to his feet, turning his gaze over to her. She gave him a smile which he returned. A moment later, they heard movement, a vicious snarl.

Both shot up, finding themselves in a courtyard of black stone. Strange designs lined the walls, and the air was hot and damp.

Snarls filled the air, as figures spotted the two. Towering armored creatures roared and began to approach them.

These figures were massive, around seven feet tall, and draped in heavy armor. They raised large rifles, and immediately opened fire. Harry was struck in the arm, and Olivia in the chest. She went down with a look of surprise, while Harry summoned his wand to his hand, drawing it from the Arsenal. He send a reducto towards the oncoming trio of creatures, splattering the center one in a shower of gore, while the two beside it were sent flying into the walls of the courtyard from the backlash of the spell.

He quickly turned his gaze towards Olivia to find her on her knees clutching at her chest. There was a fist sized hole that had been punched clean through her heart. She was just able to lift her gaze to him before she collapsed, dead.

Harry blinked in disbelief, his whole body began to shake as he reached out towards her.

He heard more movement, this time from above. A small troop of those large creatures appeared on a bridge over the courtyard, a half dozen of them, and they each trained their guns on him, and immediately opened fire.

Harry let out a scream of rage as his mind whirled. Olivia couldn't be dead, he did not just see that happen.

His magic exploded outward and rushed up to meet the attacking creatures, even as their bullets shredded through his body. The bridge above was shredded apart, the creatures splatted as their flesh exploded off of their bodies, leaving nothing but bloody skeletons behind to be thrown away by the crumbling bridge.

Harry dropped to his knees, turning his gaze towards Olivia's collapsed form. He had just enough strength left to lift a hand towards her when another bullet tore through him, this time through his skull, killing him instantly.

He opened his eyes to find himself sitting before Luna again. She was looking at him her mouth thinned so that he could not see her lips. She seemed confused, and annoyed that he was there again so soon.

He could barely utter a word as he felt himself revive, he found himself kneeling in his ashes, his eyes instantly darting towards Olivia's body, which he saw laying nearby.

"Olivia!/Harry!" He shouted, hearing her voice call his name as well.

His eyes turned from her body and found her knelt beside him, blinking in confusion.

He was also confused, unable to make sense of what he was seeing.

Suddenly he heard the shrieking and menacing voices of the creatures. Those that had been in the room were clutching at their eyes, momentarily blinded by the brightness of his resurrection.

A few moments passed, as another troop of the creatures stormed into the room, opening fire on Harry and Olivia.

Harry shoved Olivia to the ground, shielding her from the bullets, even as he felt them tear into his side.

He once more summoned his wand and threw a cutting curse back at them, killing another creature and then a third. Olivia tried to help him, but couldn't. She didn't have her wand, and the creatures were to far away to attack.

More bullets tore through them, killing the two again, and again Harry found himself with Luna.

"I'm having trouble." He told her.

"I'm noticing." Luna replied.

"Olivia was just killed, but when I revived, she came back with me. I think she might have just died again." Harry said quickly, as he felt himself reviving.

"Let me know if she comes back again!" Luna said back to him as he once more revived, and quickly glanced at his back where he found a bewildered Olivia, standing over her own dead body.

There was now two of Olivia's corpses laid in the yard, each with their respective injuries.

Thinking quickly, Harry picked up his wand and handed it to Olivia, and summoned the Elder Wand to use instead.

Again all of the creatures in the room were clutching at their eyes, blinded by Harry's resurrection.

"What is happening?!" Olivia asked him in panic.

"I don't think they like us." Harry replied, as yet more of the hulking creatures stormed into the courtyard. This time, he was ready. They raised their weapons to fire at him, and this time he cast a shield that caused all matter that passed through it, to transform into water vapor.

Bullets came soaring at them, but Harry kept them from striking.

Olivia responded without needing direction, throwing several spells at the attacking creatures. Offensive spells designed to maim, and kill.

While Harry used his spell work to defend them, he was splitting his focus between that, and directing his magic to go on the offensive. Olivia kept throwing spells at everything that moved, doing whatever she could to take down the towering attacking creatures while Harry defended them. Limbs were blown off, holes punched through flesh, they were cut and sliced apart, she used every offensive spell she knew to try and fight back. On occasion, she would see a group of the creatures shred apart by some unseen force. She could feel Harry's anger, feel his rage, and she didn't have to guess that he was somehow fighting while also defending.

The fight continued for several long moments before the creatures suddenly stood down, retreating away from the duo.

"That is enough!" Came a woman's voice.

From above, on a platform overlooking the courtyard, there stood a woman. More human, yet still quite strange to the eye. This woman was draped in some kind of dress, though it was a pale gray thing, an exact match to her skin and hair color. It looked like the attire of royalty, yet it bore many seemingly organic elements.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded, as she stared down at them. On either side of her were more of the creatures, dressed in golden armor, and armed to the teeth.

"I am Harry, this is Sofia. Tell me, where are we? What is this place?" Harry responded, his eyes alight with fire.

The woman stared down at the two naked, winged teenagers with a curious look. They appeared human, but far from normal beings. Her eyes than danced over the corpses and destruction around them. They had killed almost thirty of her guards, and she had witnessed their strange powers and resurrections, the two corpses of the girl, lying about were proof enough that what she saw had happened.

"You are standing in the courtyard of my palace, the first humans to ever do so. Tell me, how did you get here, why are you here?" The woman questioned them.

"We were brought here by great and terrible powers. As for why, well that's yet to be determined." Harry replied to the woman, as the Black dementor cloak grew out of his arm, covering his naked body. In his hand, a bow appeared, that he swiftly transfigured into a cloak that he handed to Olivia to also cover herself.

His movements drew angered growls from some creatures, who raised their weapons at him threateningly. Harry met their challenge, pointing the Elder wand at the threatening beasts. With a wave, and a silent spell, the three threatening him, had their guns transformed into rocks, earning startled snarls and incomprehensible curses as the creatures reacted in confusion.

"I apologize for the intrusion but I will not tolerate attacks against us. Point us towards the exit and we'll happily depart, otherwise call off your soldiers before I'm forced to end more of their lives." Harry stated, turning his gaze back up to the woman, his fiery eyes blazing with a frightening intensity.

The woman stared down at him for a moment, her eyes passing over them with intrigue. Finally she held up her hand, and without needing a word, many of the surrounding creatures began to retreat, leaving just the woman and her small troop of guards standing above them.

"You say you were brought here by great powers, would you care to elaborate on that?" The woman asked, stepping forward, and continuing to stare down at them with intrigue.

Harry shared a glance with Olivia before sliding a hand around her waist, before she could question him, he Apparated, taking both of them up onto the platform. The woman's guards raised their weapons, while she backed away in surprise.

A single motion with his wand, banished the four guards across the platform where they struck a wall hard and collapsed into a heap.

The woman glanced back at them before returning her gaze to Harry and Olivia, there she found Harry holding up his right hand, showing the mark of Tzeentch.

"This God, is the one who brought us here. Do you believe in Gods?" Harry inquired in response, the mark of Tzeentch beginning to glow a dim blue.

The woman stared at the mark with wonderment, and then glanced back at her guards, as they began rising to their feet.

She turned her gaze back to Harry, meeting his eyes. In them, she found something mighty, something she had never seen before. These two people, they looked human, but they weren't human.

A smile touched at her lips.

"As a matter of fact, I have always had a bit of a fascination with them. You said your names were Harry, and Olivia?" Earning a soft nod from Harry, she continued, "I am Myrrah, Queen of the Locust horde. Welcome to Nexus, our beloved capitol."

Hearing her greeting, Harry began to smile, lowering his wand as he did. He had been brought to this place, and Olivia came with him. He could only guess that the reason they were here together, was just like his mother had suggested, this was a place where Olivia could become what she was meant to be. Here in this vicious den of monsters, his sister could become a daemon, and perhaps, he'd learn more about himself, and finally begin putting the pieces in place, for what he would become.

-To Be Continued-

Alright, that's it for this next chapter, let's see what kind of fun Harry and Olivia can get into in the next one. :)