The Journey of Death's Chosen

by ThePhantomMedjay

One can serve at Death's whim, but understand you can never control it, nor will you ever have the pleasure to be it... This is the tale of the unfortunate man that served Death at her whim, yet became far greater than ever imagined. - Halo - Mass Effect - Avengers - Assassins Creed - Star Wars - DC - Twilight - and much much more...

19. Chapter 19: A New World, New Goals

Lost gazing out the floor to ceiling window beside his station at the bar, the young, dashing man with deep black hair and bejewelled emerald-coloured eyes finally noticed someone was calling out to him after sensing a hand on his right shoulder, "Hello, Harry?

I've been calling out to you for the last few minutes from the kitchen!

Can you take out the order and serve it with the request drinks please?"

"Sure thing, Kyla."

Not wasting a second, Harry moved past the red-headed waitress and manager of the diner, part-time bar, and quickly grabbed the finished dishes of burgers and fries, along with milkshakes, and delivered them to table five.

In the booth, Harry noted several youngsters who'd recently left school, making the most of the spare time afterwards to spend with their friends, eating and drinking merrily.

Harry couldn't help but smile internally at the sight as it reminded him of his own youth at Hogwarts with Neville, Hermione, Ronald, Luna, Daphne, Tracey, and countless others.

They were safely living life in the Terra Dimension, far away from his ability to see them, as it had been for as long as he could remember arriving in this world.

He never liked to think back how much time had passed, Harry still knew exact amount deep down, and purposefully kept count as it reminded him of the loved ones awaiting his return.

Stopping himself from delving too deep into memories and promises, Harry returned back to his station behind the bar and started work on the next order, all the while watching the world of New York go by from his bar diner's broad open window.

He soon heard a heavy sign from his back, signalling someone from the kitchen staff, "Boss… you can't keep dazing out during rush hour.

I… know… a loss can he hard and difficult to process…

Believe me… boss, I've been there, but you can't keep wallowing life this.

Your father wouldn't have wanted this for you." Harry couldn't only turn and weakly smile at his head chef, someone he recruited in his former persona as the father of his current identity.

Charlus Jade Potter, his past identity, served him well in public after the conclusion of World War Two as he settled in New York.

Purchasing some property upon arrival wasn't difficult for Harry due to his enormous reserve of gold, jewels, and other wealth he accrued since arriving in this world.

Within no time, Harry created a means for a stable income and visible public identity via Charlus Jade Potter, who happened to gain plenty of traction in life to not live such an ordinary life as he might have hoped.

Either way it was a fulfilling one, and at its conclusion came his current identity, Hadrian Sirius Potter, though most knew him as Harry.

The 'death' and funeral of Charlus Jade Potter recently went by, so Harry concluded his Head Chef believed his current mood was focused on such sorrowful thoughts, when in reality, a different burden befell his mind.

Thankfully, its possible answer came with the words he long awaited to hear this colourful morning, "Boss!

An order for… Downstairs.

The usual with extra salt.

Ready in five!" shouted the other chef at work while Clarissa looked over Harry before heading back to her station.

His head chef worked for bar diner after being recruited by Charlus after tasting her cooking at a market stall from where she served freshly made pasta.

After helping her elevate her skills further in the kitchen, Harry could say for certain his kitchen had one of the best, if not the absolute best besides himself, chef in the world.

The only other people he considered better than himself was his mother's cooking, Milly's, Daphne's, and Dobby, however his drinks were to die for.

His mind quickly moved to delivering the latest order, and it required his personal presence, which Harry didn't mind as he had enough of waiting for an answer.

Grabbing the order drink, and plate of burger and fries combo, Harry made his way to the stairs headed to the basement, but he never went through the door.

Instead, Harry turned and opened the door to the side, one hidden by a fidelius charm, and walked to place the food on the table before the sole inhabitant of the room.

After grabbing a drink for himself from the grand bar located in the magically expanded room which had every form of entertainment from pool table, ping-pong, ice hockey, pinball machines, and much more else to offer its private visitors, Harry made himself comfortable across from his dear friend and guest this pleasant afternoon.

"Always wonderful to see you, Nicholas."

"That's Fury for you brat." Grinned the fabled spymaster of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.

The African American spymaster became friends with Charlus Jade Potter quite a number of years ago and continued to stay close with the man until the events that led to his loss of sight.

Of course, his dear friend revealed the truth, but in such a way it was rather hard to believe for a time.

Yet the passage of time made him quickly accept the truth, which thankfully came at the perfect time, since it helped deepened their relationship with one another.

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After spending a few moments to catch up with one another, Fury turned serious and summoned a folder to his hand from a personal Mokeskin Pouch, also known as a Storage Pouch for its vast space to hold items and goods in stasis, barring anything that is alive.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at the display of magic, even if it was induced through Runic Artifacts, they enabled Mundanes like Fury to use Intent and trained Willpower to call on magical energy.

They drew power from magical batteries, designed long ago, rather than the magical energy released from Earth as the batteries ensured the user could employ the artifacts even if by chance they ended up off planet or in an environment with no magical energy.

Nick Fury possessed several artifacts to ensure his safety and wellbeing, along with monitoring devices to focus on enemies, yet his most prized possession was the ring on his right hand.

Invisible to all but to himself and Harry as it had forged it personally, Nick's ring acted as his Foci, containing a synthesized crystal made from his hair as to best channel the Runic Artifact.

Harry personally oversaw Nick's magical education and even helped set up a personal Room of Requirement for the man in his office as to ease some of the burden on his shoulders daily.

Taking inspiration from television shows, films, comics, and books, the improved Room of Requirement built of the foundation of developments made by Harry and countless researchers who focused on the specific field.

Regardless of that, Nick Fury couldn't be more than satisfied by the current amenities offered to him by one of his closest friends and allies, both of which he could count on his two hands.

"I never mind you visiting, Nicholas, but you relayed the code word, so how can I help?" both knew the request of extra salt always meant business, which was often asked for during his visits, but Harry never cared, but rather found the work calming and fun to accomplish.

After all, there weren't a whole lot of opportunities to wear his Peverell Battle Armour, so getting the chance to go have some fun, legally, could not easily be trumped.

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Taking a moment to compose himself, Fury let out a heavy sigh before he spoke, "I need you to meet with Doctor Banner.

He continues to travel the world, saving the poor and disenfranchised, but it can be considered pointless due to the chaos General Ross wreaks in his wake.

Enough is enough.

I do not want this nonsense to continue any further between the General and Doctor Banner."

"What do you propose I do?" replied Harry succinctly.

"Hire him.

House him.

Hell, I suggest you train him to better understand his alter-ego, so he doesn't become a danger to others beyond what he has already done in an effort to save himself.

I don't doubt you have the means to accomplish this feat without difficultly, and this opens you up to gain a genius doctor completely free of any other responsibilities who can help with your potion experiments."

Fury had a couple different potions stored away in his Storage Pouch to ensure not only his own safety and protection but those nearby and around him in the worst-case scenario.

Coulson, having been brought into the secrets of Harry Potter had his own emergency kit of potions stored away in his pouch, however, neither used a single one of them till now, expect for the modified Pepper-up potion, which they abused from time to time.

Having done his own research on Doctor Banner some time ago when the Hulk first came into existence, Harry knew the man was a medical genius and one who could further certain magical fields and subjects if he had the opportunity.

Taking a few seconds to mull over Fury's request, Harry nodded to signal his agreement, after which he clicked his fingers to create a duplicate of Fury's dish, while summoning a mug of Butterbeer.

The two stayed seated and enjoyed the company of one another until they finished their meals, after which they both left.

One returned to his office, and the other left to inform his staff of an urgent task that'd be taking him away from the bar.

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In the rich jungle of the Congo, an American scientist worked together with a local team of Red Cross doctors sent to the remote village and settlements.

"Doctor Banner, you can't be serious?

The patient does not have the strength or the will to live.

His eyes show no response to light besides the minute reactions we have noted, and it evidently shows the patient will not survive after we have left."

The British doctor couldn't say anything further after Doctor Banner ignored the man, and simply interrupted with, "We take vows that we will do everything in our power to provide the best medical care and support to our patients, regardless of their condition or state of health.

I will not judge you or view you differently for not helping with this patient, however I cannot accept you stopping others from trying to help.

Now, please leave if you have nothing construction to do or say."

With a click of his tongue, the British doctor left Banner and a handful of students learning the craft in the field to oversee the young child who became paralysed after interacting with a rather venomous plant by accident.

For some time, Doctor Banner and his assistants worked on the patient until he was the only one left behind as the rest left to help other doctors in their numerous tasks.

Just as he finished doing all he could for the young man, Doctor Banner noticed he wasn't alone in the room after his eyes fell on the small mirror placed to the side of the makeshift bed.

In it, he saw the reflection of another entering the tent, yet his steps couldn't be heard, which alarmed Bruce more than anything else as it usually meant someone tracking him had finally caught up to his position.

Before he could take any action or say a word, the new arrival spoke, "I must say, all the work you have done for this child to survive is commendable… however, Fate has spoken, and the child will begin his journey onto the next Great Adventure."

Bruce turned out of anger, believing the stranger would harm the child, yet the next few moments forever changed his life for the better.

The stranger arrived beside the patient and pressed his finger against their forehead, ending his life in an instant, but that wasn't all.

As he pulled his finger back, an ethereal form of the young man came into existence right before Bruce's eyes, leaving the man stunned as saw the healthy form of his patient smiling.

"Your time on the mortal plane has come to an end…

Your pain and sorrow shall not burden you any further, child."

"Thank you, Protector.

However, can I ask a favour?

One last request before I leave?" asked the beaming young man of Harry, completely unaware of Bruce nearby watching his spirit form closely.

"Ask, and I shall do my best to complete it." Stated Harry warmly, making sure not to stress the recently deceased.

The young child on the other hand smiled brightly at Harry's acceptance, "Can you please tell the doctor who continued to heal me, I am thankful for all that he has done.

I could hear his words of encouragement to live, even though I gave up all strength to continue trying… so please thank him for everything." Harry had long removed his mask and smiled brightly at the young child who began to fade away, while he noticed Bruce from the edge of his sight weeping silently with his eyes locked on the ethereal spirit.

Soon, Bruce and Harry remained in the tent, yet neither spoke as the former still hadn't recovered from seeing his patient's spirit after death.

"What did I just witness?" Bruce finally croaked through his tears, while trying to compose himself.

Harry didn't say anything right away, and just waited for Bruce until the man appeared better situated for the conversation to progress.

"The spirit of dearly departed," calmed replied Harry, only to slightly twitch his hand to conjure a seat for himself, "by the powers I wield, those who have left the mortal plane or close to passing on, can be helped along like… a reaper if you will.

It is far from what I can do, as you have so evidently witness with my creation of the seat."

Bruce could only nod in astonishment at the sudden spawning of the seat moments earlier, though it didn't stop him from hearing what was said after.

"What are you?" asked Bruce tentatively, somewhat worried about the present situation, but also relieved if it meant his time had come in this world.

Seeing the concern smeared across his face, Harry conjured another seat and move Bruce into the chair, only to bring forth two glasses filled with Firewhisky.

"A friend… if you will have me, Doctor Banner…?" said Harry to the good doctor who grabbed the glass of floating redish hue whisky.

With a slight nod, Bruce shot back his glass, only to suffer a coughing fit as the charmed effect of the Firewhisky left smoke coming out his nose and mouth momentarily, after which the calming ability took over.

"If you don't mind me being so forward, but what the hell is this?" a wide-eyed Bruce asked, just as his mood calmed to a state it hadn't been for quite some time.

Harry simply let his Potter charms take over as he replied, "Firewhisky," before refilling Bruce's glass, only to clink it against his own as they began a newfound friendship between the two.

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"*Blergh*" upon arriving in New York at the top of the building he owned and lived within, Harry realised Bruce drank far too much before they made the journey across the world, magically.

"My bad, Brucie." Commented Harry as he patted his new friend's back, after which he conjured a glass of water to help clean out his mouth.

After a couple of minutes, Bruce finally settled enough to say something, but it was far from pleasant.

"I know I shouldn't say it… *Blergh* but it's how I feel right now, and its good to let things out once in a while.

You are an asshole, Harry."

"Haha! Love you too Brucie!"

The duo made their way to the entrance of the penthouse apartment which conveniently unlocked its doors as Harry arrived with Bruce in tow.

"Make yourself comfortable, as you will be residing here for the time being.

If you want to cook, the produce in the fridge and freezer will replenish automatically but if you want anything specific, I suggest you walk through the greenhouses I have set for consumption.

Please, do not enter the greenhouses labelled 'Magical' as anything within it could possibly kill you, so avoid it util you have been trained enough."

Harry made sure to say it now than later once Bruce was near death, since the greenhouses weren't entirely safe, even with all the magical measures in place to stop any harm befalling those working within.

The doctor stopped for a moment to notice the specific greenhouses pointed out by Harry, but his eyes soon widened as he realised the impossible in front of him.

"This… shouldn't be possible."

"What?" asked Harry after turning back to discover Bruce still remained outside on the deck of the penthouse roof, eyes locked on the greenhouses as if they contained the mysteries of the universe.

"The space and weight!

There is no way you could construct so many greenhouses without considering the weight of everything you have planted as well as the moisture and soil requirement.

Its all not possible without flooding the entire building into a horticultural hot zone." Bruce wildly expressed his disbelief and continued to further delve into the scientific theories at play that clearly disproved the possibility of such actions.

Harry in reply just smiled the entire time, and diligently listened to his new friend delve into subject matter he wasn't entirely knowledgeable on but knew well enough to keep apprised of the conversations flow and possible destination.

This lasted for quite some time until Harry finally interrupted the rambling doctor, "My dear friend, while I am astounded by your knowledge and creativity, if I do not stop you now, we will be out here all night, and I am bloody starving."

Bruce couldn't help but sigh at having to stop the stimulating conversation, however a spark of light flashed into his eyes, only seconds later, "Fine, but I'm helping in the kitchen, and we are visiting one of the greenhouses to grab fresh ingredients.

Oh, and butterbeer is a must.

Now that I've tasted it, I can't get it out of my head."

"As you command, Oh So Mighty Big Brain," chuckled Harry while leading an equally cheerful Bruce into the penthouse for the rest of the tour and dinner.

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Harry started with the topmost floor of the penthouse, which contained the bedrooms and kitchen as well as a large family room, the rest of the amenities were scattered on the lower two floors, along with extra bedrooms, and toilets.

Bruce continually found himself stunned by a new magical feat within the home such as the indoor pool.

It wasn't designed or built like a modern pool with stale colours, but rather a beach-like atmosphere and environment was created, with a large pool acting as the 'ocean' as well.

The doctor and scientist relaxed by the beach for a short while, before Harry dragged him away to experience the Room of Requirement and went through a special moment.

Bruce first walked past the indented wall three times, concentrating heavily on what he wished to see as the magical door appeared per Harry's explanation.

Opening it in haste, Harry followed Bruce into the Room only to find they were in a jungle, one he happened to be quite familiar with.

"The Amazon…" wistfully commented Harry, though loud enough for Bruce to hear who began to explain his decision, "I came here not long after my… change… into the Hulk, all to find a cure.

Instead, I found this flower," Bruce unraveled a multi-colored plant that appeared rather alien, even if it fit in with the collage of plant life surrounding its lonesome, "an unusual, yet unique plant with hypnotic related effects when turned into a rough tea.

For a while, I could focus and remain my sanity, and the Hulk could roam without inflict utter chaos, but those days quickly ended as the one plant couldn't sustain me forever, no matter how much I have tried." The last part could barely be heard, but Harry wasn't your average person, so he quickly caught onto the grief and pain his new friend was expressing.

He couldn't help but grin somewhat, knowing his sudden new plan could lead his friend down a path not many had accomplished for quite some time.

However, not one to force things, Harry decided right now wasn't the time for such things, evident by Hulk suddenly appearing and asking for a turn to play.

This came as a surprise for both Harry and Bruce since they hadn't yet started any sort of treatment to help the two connect on a deeper level, however Hulk willingly came forth to try, but for some fun.

He copied 'Puny Banner' and walked in front of the indented wall, going back and forth until large iron doors formed, perfect for Hulk to open.

What they came across left Harry somewhat saddened by the lack of a true companion of power and strength besides himself.

Hulk had asked the Room to create a copy of himself to battle in an arena where the crowd chanted, "Hulk! Hulk! Hulk!" and cheered at the havoc caused by the two battle maniacs without it ever reaching the stands.

Harry decided to watch Hulk for a while and joined the crowd after creating a comfortable seat for himself through the creation powers of the Room.

They spent quite some time playing with the Room of Requirement, trying all sorts of options, while travelling to different eras for some fun.

Hulk offered many options and participated often until he felt tired and wanted to rest, leaving Bruce and Harry to play for a little longer before leaving to tour the rest of the penthouse and building.

Harry completely owned the building since his days as Charlus Jade Potter, so it wasn't a far stretch for him to conduct all sorts of changes to its interior without ever spreading the knowledge.

Bruce just happened to be one of the really rare few to experience all that Harry built in his time residing within this one building.

A couple of the floors were reserved for residents Harry deemed worthy enough to inhabit one of his many apartments, each of which had undergone extensive renovations to keep up to date with the changes in the world, including any magical improvements unseen and not noticeable to the common eye.

Other floors held laboratories, forges, gyms, and countless space for creatures and animals to roam in various habitats specifically designed for them, some of which Bruce could not identify, while a handful seemed mythological.

However, Bruce, and in some way Hulk, fell head over heels for the bar diner after heading down to enjoy their dinner, made by the renowned Head Chef.

Both continued to spend the night away by the bar, talking to the numerous customers visiting to enjoy a nice drink and meal before continuing on with their escapades.

Eventually Harry and Bruce left to rest after exhausting themselves earlier in the day, yet neither went to their bedroom, but instead enjoyed a private few drinks between themselves before calling it a night.

But it came after a short walk through the immense private library that left Bruce gasping for breath at the sight of all the written knowledge, some of which the world believed lost or utter fiction.

Taking a couple books to read before closing his eyes for the night, Bruce finally became acquainted with certain subjects Harry hoped would draw his focus.

Besides Potions, Herbology, and Alchemy, Bruce grabbed a number of books on Magical Creatures, and the various properties of the ingredients harvestable from each.

This all started when Harry spoke of his past, and introduced the members of the original Marauders through an illusionary display, showcasing the appearance and nature of each member.

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The next couple of weeks went by without a hitch for Harry and his new housemate, with the doctor becoming more knowledgeable about magic and all of its benefits to not just his craft, but countless other fields.

This wasn't accomplished without certain security measures in place to stop anyone from exploiting Banner one day to learn everything he knew about magic, so magical contracts were put in place to stop others and themselves from spilling the truth to someone who shouldn't be aware.

For the first few days after moving in with Harry, Bruce explored the building known as the Marauders Fort, and made himself comfortable with the amenities.

A large amount of his time was occupied in the grand library of the Fort, but it never took up his whole day once Harry developed a healthy daily schedule for him to spend his days.

It involved time in the gym, training against the Basic Magical Sentience, Eldri, a highly advanced runic artifact merged with golem arts.

Harry didn't say much about Eldri other than it being the best means for training his body and mind, even against the likes of the Hulk, who found himself learning various styles of fighting to better focus his strength in battle.

Bruce meanwhile preferred to mediate and yoga, all of which Eldri taught willingly and helped the troubled doctor with much of his mental troubles and issues, however it couldn't compare to the grueling training the Artificial Being made the man go through.

Outside of the gym, time in the laboratory took up a part of his day to experiment and trial various ideas that'd come to his mind while refining others.

Most of the time went into reading textbooks, tomes, and various books about various magical subjects, and fields to just understand the basics, so Bruce wasn't often found in the lab until at least until the end of the first week.

After Harry tested his base knowledge to the third year and ran through a couple practical lessons via the Room of Requirement's ability to spawn an educator, Bruce gained some freedom to work on his own without requiring someone to babysit him.

Typically, Portrait Presences had the duty of monitoring Bruce when Harry wasn't around, which wasn't often during the first fortnight.

Professor Karselina Grenbore from the Terra Dimension often chose to monitor Bruce since she could keep up with his train of thought due to her wide array of knowledge and her recall ability, which only found itself enhanced by the improved capabilities of the Magical Portraits.

She wasn't the only one to spend time with Bruce, but more than any of the others, Karselina found herself conversing with the mundane scientist about the wonders of the world, both magical and without.

The Room of Requirement often drew the small lean man's attention as well, typically for the Hulk to test out his skills and strength with no bars hold, but Bruce used it more so for his experiments if he believed they were too dangerous for the lab, or just wanted to see their effect in a simulated environment of the real world.

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To help Bruce broaden his circle of friends beyond the Portraits, staff of his bar diner, or any of the stray customers willing to listen to his theories and experiments, Harry chose to take the sheltered man away from the Marauders Fort to an estate outside of New York, though one bound to leave the doctor amazed by its serenity.

Having forced Harry to train his tolerance for Apparition, Bruce arrived on an open field of grass without gasping too hard for air to help with his sudden vertigo, so it wasn't long before he noticed the open landscape environment with plenty of trees and plant life, but sparsely spread out.

"Where are we?" croaked Bruce, only for a glass of water to conjure itself right next to him, thanks to Harry.

"Well… I can't tell you the location, but what I'm able to say is, this 'estate' if you will call it that, is the home of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters, though truthfully, its far more than that."

Bruce wasn't one to wait and asked for clarification right away as he began to match Harry's calm walking pace towards the architectural masterpiece in the distance.

"Wait,… are you sure Harry?

I've visited the school once before in an effort to seek out help for my… past…condition, so I'm quite certain… they never had all this space for themselves.

Especially those mountains which suspiciously appear similar to the Swiss Alps, which is practically impossible."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle momentarily before giving his answer, "Forgive me, Brucie, I am not laughing at you, but at the fact you probably are the only one to have noticed the fact about the mountains.

Yes, this is the very same school you visited in the past, however the land it sat upon has undergone… some necessary upgrades I felt were important for the safety of the children and their education to the highest level.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters can now be considered one of the safest places on Earth, which only adds to the value of the vast land under their control."

A deadpanned Bruce simply stated, "You achieved all of this… with magic?" as a wisp of wonder leaked through his drawl tone.

"Indeed," was all he received in reply from Harry as they soon arrived in the proximity of the institute, a world-class educational facility that had no equal.

Large sporting fields, botanical gardens, hiking trails, and countless obstacle courses scattered themselves throughout the region of land closest to the institute, with the exception of certain courses and hiking trails.

More 'extreme' or physical sports such as paintball, enhanced soccer, basketball, and so forth, where the students could use their abilities freely, had dedicated sporting 'arenas' to ensure they didn't harm the rest of the institute due to their actions while playing.

Bruce couldn't help but feel somewhat envious of the smiling and cheerful children enjoying the outdoor facilities without a care in the world or worry for their safety.

He quickly squashed such emotions, but he still felt invigorated to see the joyous mood all around him, as they made their way to the entrance of the grandest school he'd ever seen.

Designed with Gothic, Baroque, and Renaissance elements, the grandeur of the institute left it appearing ancient, yet the modern influences brought it forward into the new age.

From the front doors alone, which Bruce felt were rather large in size as they reached up to a height of 30 feet, first impressions ensured those who visited were far too intrigued to enter than leave.

Yet the poor doctor wasn't given the opportunity to open the doors, but rather, they were opened automatically before he could speed up to reach them before Harry.

But he soon realised why they opened after seeing several figures, all of which were casually dressed, standing around the long figure of an aged, bald man, but his impressive physique and strong posture made even the good doctor stop slouching from a single glance in his direction.

Not having the courage to step forward and introduce himself proactively with so many present at once, Harry decided to help his new friend as the charming educators of the institute came forward, including the figure responsible for its creation in the first place.

"Harry, it has been some time." Said the bald man with a smile reaching his eyes, just the same as the rest who followed him to great the guests.

"Charles, how are you old friend?"

"Far better than most, thanks to all that you have done for us, Harry." Laughed the merry Charles Francis Xavier, Professor and Dean of Xavier's Institute of Gifted Youngsters.

Harry simply waved off the man, "We both know its pointless to go down this route, so let me instead introduce my friend, Doctor Bruce Banner."

Stepping forward without having to be asked, Bruce clasped hands with Charles before the elder gentleman introduced him to the rest of the academic body who came out to greet him and Harry.

Scott 'Cyclops' Summers, Jean Elaine 'Phoenix' Grey, Doctor Hank 'Beast' McCoy, Ororo 'Storm' Munroe, and James Arthur 'Multiple Man' Madrox all introduced themselves to Bruce, with the latter showcasing his ability by multiplying himself.

A slight shock left stunned momentarily before he started firing off questions left, right, and centre, not letting anyone answer or even note his question before he had moved onto the next one.

Harry sent a Stinging Hex at Bruce to stop the Doctor from frying his brain, and dragged him to Dean's office, only to enquire about the resident grumpy face when the man hadn't shown himself.

"Professor, is Logan preoccupied with something else?

I'm surprised he didn't join the welcome party haha!"

Charles and the others could only shake their heads out of astonishment at Harry's comment, as the Wizard and their resident muscle head previously left a trail of chaos in their wake of a 'quiet' night drinking.

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By the time they all reached Professor Charles office, Bruce became somewhat comfortable to interact with everyone while expressing his own interests which led to a riveting conversation with Doctor Hank McCoy.

Both of them were scientists and considered some of the brightest minds in the world, so it wasn't long before they began discussing various personal projects and exchanged ideas with one another, which eventually drew the others.

All the while, Harry sat back and watched Bruce settle in with his old friends, especially Hank, due to their scientific backgrounds and qualifications.

The others also drew Bruce's attention, but Hank could easily relate to the subject matter currently being studied.

An accidental slip up from Bruce about his study of potions, quickly drew in Hank who began to explain his own experience undergoing education on the magical field, one that could be considered vital for humanities development in the future.

"Much similar to your own circumstances, Harry here," Hank gestured towards the resident Wizard, "came to our aid with the knowledge of magic in hand, even if we cannot make full use of Gramarye, I can say for certain its countless fields will have profound effects on society."

Hank found himself interrupted by an enthusiastic Banshee, the local sonic-screamer and professor at the institute, "He's already left his mark on society during this generation, Doc, it's just that the world is ignorant of what he has achieved.

By the way, I'm Banshee, but everyone calls me Sean, or Cass.

Pick your poison."

The Irishman quickly captured Bruce's attention, as well as the rest, after he moved behind the bar and started to serve everyone present while the conversation moved onto the current applications of magic in the world without the public being aware of it.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, that's for sure.

But that's neither here nor there… Now, I must ask, Harry, how may we help since I don't suspect your visit today is solely to introduce Bruce, which I have to say has been refreshing to see someone revisit these revised halls."

The beloved wizard could only smile at Charles, "Always working I see,"

"It's a curse of the profession," replied Charles, chuckling a little too heavy that the more perceptive noticed the change in tone.

After taking a small sip of the glass of whisky made by Sean, Harry continued, "Well, I brought Bruce in the hope of helping him socialize and possibly teach if he feels comfortable at the institute if you will allow it.

Of course, he will still remain at the Marauders Fort, so I will make sure he has access to the Transport Chamber, but that isn't the whole reason why I came today, Charles."

In an instant, the atmosphere of the room changed while Bruce tried to get to grips with the idea of teaching, but lacked the opportunity to have his say as Charles confirmed the room was secure, allowing Harry to further explain.

"A close ally has provided a report of the various government contracted projects, including those managed in-house, directed towards recreating the Super Soldier Serum.

Similarly, the drive to understand the catalyst required to activate the serum within a willing participant has led to investigation into the X-gene, formerly known as the Mutant, which we now call the E-gene as it incorporates all Enhanced individuals."

Knowledge about the recreation of the Super Solider Serum was known to the public through various leaks, one of which happened to be Hulk himself, and the mention of the serum immediately drew Bruce's attention to the conversation.

What caught everyone besides a few off-guard, was the sudden arrival of the local loudmouth and all-round powerhouse.

"Don't tell me Stryker has a hand in all of this?" growled Logan menacingly, walking out from a side room which gave him access into the Dean's office, yet Harry knew Charles had let him in via his telepathic control over the room's enclosed security system.

Taking a deep breath, the wizard replied with a grim expression, "Aye… you never killed the real Stryker, but a clone made by a young Enhanced individual with such capabilities."

Logan, for all he endured at the command of Stryker, simply clenched his hands into fists until he drew blood from his palms.

Harry didn't have to bother with a healing spell since Logan could easily recover from such damage, but he still fired one off in his dear friend's direction before explaining to Bruce a shortened version of his life story.

"Logan here, has lived a long time… to a point he has lived through countless wars and served at the frontline of countless battles that have later become pivotal moments to ensure the victory of the allies.

While his actions are noble, they weren't exactly viewed as such by others.

Stryker just so happened to be one of many who have tried to capture Logan for their own purpose and means, but unlike the rest who failed, Stryker succeeded in getting what he wanted, at the cost of others.

Logan eventually escaped from his prison, and began his journey till he arrived at the institute, but not without taking revenge.

However,… my ally has found Stryker is alive and well, never once skipping a beat in his ambitions after his failed attempt with Logan to create the perfect weapon."

Bruce appeared rather stoic for a few moments as he thought over his own past and actions that led to his current state in life, all before he turned and faced Logan straight in the eyes from where he sat.

"You will have my support, as well as the Hulk's in your fight." Bruce's eyes flashed a bright green when Hulk was mentioned, indicating to all the two beings were in communication with one another and prepared for battle, whatever that may be for Logan.

Logan appeared shocked at the sudden declaration from a stranger to aid in his fight for revenge, but he quickly grinned back and nodded at the small man who hid a monster deep down within his psyche.

Harry too smiled at the sudden aid offered by Bruce, including Charles who quickly interjected in the conversation to better understand the information at hand.

"Has your ally advised of his base of operations and where we might find the innocent people, they keep hostage?"

"I have everything you could possibly need to save everyone Stryker and the other government agencies have captured.

We even have the codes to access certain sections of each base if we take a more, stealthier approach… however this will not change the fact governments around the world are becoming heavily invested in the Enhanced, which I don't doubt will cause another race for the world leaders to involve themselves within."

Harry's reply tempered whatever Charles originally planned out in his mind, so ideas began to flow from the rest of the people present, including Logan but he rather preferred a head-on attack approach instead of stealthily attacking the enemy.

The discussion continued for a while until it Harry declared he had certain appointments to meet and left but only after setting up Bruce with the Transport Chamber to return back to the Fort, while also checking in with the doctor about the new changes to his life.

"Truthfully, I wasn't pleased when you suggested I teach the students here, but after speaking with Doctor McCoy and Grey, I feel a whole lot more comfortable with the idea.

Still, I will focus on my magical education, however I don't mind spending my part of my scheduling educating the next generation.

Plus, Hulk has found quite the kindred spirit in Logan, which I'm not sure could be possible when they haven't met each other but let's see how they get along during training."

Bruce wasn't sure Hulk would find a friend in Logan; however, Harry believed the doctor would be proven wrong after the two encountered each other for the first time.

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Apparating straight into a luxurious and spacious office overlooking the modern-day city of bustling New York during midday, Harry admired the view momentarily before someone walked into the office, only to head straight for the desk to the side of the room, rather than the office lounge beside floor to ceiling windows.

Though it wasn't long before the person returned and sat across from Harry with a bottle of Ogden's Finest Firewhisky in hand and two tumblers full of ice.

"You know I hate the fact you have me working as a hands-on CEO rather than letting me delegate through Lousie.

Honestly, if it weren't for those artifacts you gave, I'd be with my boys in Europe, ensuring their safety."

An exasperated Harry just sipped on his drink, taking a moment to ease the tension brought by his own actions which saw a mother dragged away from her children.

"Lillian… we both know those boys do not need anyone to shield them, especially Clark, and at the very least, Lex.

Bruce isn't an issue, and we can thank Alfred and Thomas for that, so please, do not fret over their safety and let them enjoy the time away to celebrate their graduation."

Harry could tell his words hadn't helped one bit to help Lillian Luthor calm down, but he never expected to, knowing full well about the worries a loving parent has over their children.

In this case, they weren't all Lillian's children but oversaw how each of them grew up together and behaved as the closest of friends from a young age, all thanks to a certain wizard appearing in their lives at specific moments.

Truly, Lillian held Harry in high esteem but also treated him as nothing more than a child just entering his adult years, which often left the wizard laughing the night away but internally as he enjoyed the familial attention and love shown by the woman and all the others, he considered loved ones.

"Either way, Harry, I am not pleased to be here, and you cannot convince me to restrict family time.

I barely get enough time with Lex and his sisters as it is.

Now, I have done as you asked and reached out to the Stankowicz family about their son, and they have agreed to the project you laid out with Charles and Erik, but not without assurances of a job and home upon arrival, which is easy enough.

The Waynes have secured countless more to join the project, but besides the Xavier compound you have expanded, we don't have an ideal location for the next phase to begin."

"Leave that to me, I will be getting back in touch with some… old friends I have long left alone to do as they please, but I think its time to take back what is rightfully mine.

Start preparing all we need for the next phase; everything will be moving quite fast in the next couple of months and years I believe.

Involve the Akaydrazel Group to transport the materials and attain any resources you cannot find.

They will serve us well, believe me…"

Lillian found no fault in the words of the wizard until now, so she agreed and continued further explaining some of the projects Luthor Enterprise had started as of late while catching up.

Harry quite enjoyed the company of Lillian Luthor, a ruthless businesswoman with the wealth to rank in the top ten of the world, and a heart of gold.

For as long as Harry knew her, Lillian saw to the betterment of the unfortunate and provided charitable relief to a great deal of the tortured world, alongside the Waynes and the rising Kents, who quickly rose in prominence after a little help from a creative wizard.

As their time came to an end, Harry calmly stated, "I found Doctor Banner and currently have him housed at Marauders Fort alongside myself as he undergoes his magical education.

I convinced him to help out at Xavier's Institute when possible, and it appears he has made some friends, especially with Logan, but I'm concerned…

The government, specifically the army, won't let him go, and will travel the whole world in pursuit."

Lillian groaned, only to curse the name of someone she once considered a friend, and ally, "General Ross you insufferable bastard.

Leave him to me, Harry, I convince the asshole to step back, but he will believe himself right to take action if the Hulk is seen again in public."

"Don't worry about that, Bruce and the Hulk have started to achieve an understanding with one another that helps them bridge a gap within the good doctor's psyche."

Nothing more was said as Harry left via Apparition, and arrived in the North Pennies of Great Britain, the nation he could always call home, no matter which world he appeared in.

While examining the natural beauty of the luscious landscape left untouched by the expansion of mankind, quickly became interrupted by a team of individuals rushing to his location in various vehicles, bikes, and even a helicopter, all of which ruined the serenity of the region in an instant.

'Great… here comes the pompous jackass brigade.

What the hell have these sods turned into under the direction of those old cunts?' thought Harry to himself as he viewed the armoured guards approach his position with suited officers right behind their position.

Each wore a familiar crest above their left chest, with the exception of the armoured guards who wore it proudly on the centre of the armour and atop the helmet.

"Surrender now!

You have trespassed on private land without the consent of the owners.

Immediately, you will give yourself in to our forces so we can investigate your arrival before we can discuss sending you away.

Do not make this difficult since it will lead to your immediate death without question."

The speaker didn't have anything else to say when he watched the unknown individual disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone, causing all the forces to momentarily stop before new orders came to return back to base from command."

"Return to Godric's Stronghold now!

The Unknown Individual has appeared in the compound!"

Calls upon the internal radio network sent shivers down the spines of the guards and officers now left alone in the old field without a target, whereas the base of their command now played host to the specific person.

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As the forces sent to capture Harry began to race back to base, Harry walked through the stronghold casually after appearing at one of its numerous entrances and began striding calmly to the very centre.

Stunning anything that dared to attack, Harry wasn't obstructed for long as orders eventually told the guards to stand down, but it only raised the need for extra protection once the daring choice of the leaders became known to the leaders of the security forces.

In less than ten minutes, Harry found the leaders of the base, all of whom appeared reasonably old but rather sprite to be managing an international conglomerate organisation, one he was quite familiar with.

"You have returned…" asked the eldest leader out of the ten who appeared before Harry.

"Indeed," simply commented Harry, "I have come to reclaim what has always been mine.

I thank you all for what you have achieved until now, but it is time I take a stronger grasp of the world affairs to ensure it doesn't fall into the pits of chaos."

The leaders looked around at each other, communicating their opinion on the matter without saying a word, they came to an agreement which quickly was relayed to the wizard patiently awaiting what decision they came to.

"All will be done, but only after you have undergone the trial…"

Harry knew exactly what they meant but said nothing besides a nod of agreement and followed the leaders, including their armed guard to a spacious hill upon which sat an archway, one Harry knew rather well.

Without having to be asked, Harry walked towards the archway and noticed the thin grey film stretched across the long structure, as haunted faces appeared to break through the veil yet failed miserably to enter the mortal plane.

"Hello, my old friend…" laughed a grim Harry Potter, his voice echoing throughout the sealed chamber, leaving behind a group of stunned leaders and guards of an enterprising spanning the world led by the ancient family of Potter.

"… Did he just… willingly… enter the Veil of the Afterlife?"

"Yes… Yes… indeed, young man.

I think we might actually be dealing with Lord Potter…" spoke an elderly leader of the family who'd sustained a number of injuries, physical and mental, during World War Two.

"I second that." Called out another elderly leader of the family, just as the guards started to call on their assistants to begin the necessary procedure to authenticate if they were truly dealing with Harry James Potter.

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BE ADVISED THIS WILL BE A SORT OF FLASHBACK

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Elsewhere, Harry came across the two most familiar Primordial Beings he hadn't seen since arriving back in Hephaestus' homeworld, but during a time of war instead of peace and prosperity.

It wasn't anywhere near the time Harry originally left the world with Hephaestus in tow, but at least a couple centuries after, with the Isu losing the war against numerous and ever-growing humans.

Harry didn't involve himself in the war, especially after finding Consus, Hephaestus' personal student and successor, escaping from his own brethren who held him captive to create weapons to battle humanity.

They were of an obscure branch of Isu, and one who previously sought to control Hephaestus, so Harry unleashed some of his pent-up frustration at the foolish Isu hoping to hurt the only connection he had in this world.

Harry didn't waste time and moved on to possibly recovering the meek Akaydrazel Trading Company established in the city of Aestia, home of Hephaestus, but Consus confirmed the city was lost in a battle against humanity once the now-extinct branch of Isu raided it.

Consus had ever since been captured and made to work, even if he often developed weapons and items that saw the users die from physical and mental exhaustion.

The two eventually made their way back to Aestia, a large island off the coast of the region which would one day be known as Greece, and found the city largely left to fend for itself.

Crumbling apart into ruin, Harry found the Akaydrazel Trading Company operating the half-ruined city, struggling to survive when opposed by the current puppet leader of the city hounding their every action and decision.

A quick change of power, executed in the middle of the night, quickly saw to the rebuilding of Aestia, and the Akaydrazel Trading Company, which largely helped ease tension and problems between Isu and Humans.

Consus greatly helped ease the mind of many as they knew of his legend and history for being the direct disciple of Hephaestus, but the one now known as Gammarye, brought life and joy to the rather meek existence everyone endured due to the Human-Isu War.

Harry having shifted his form to match that of an Isu, his new identity as Gammarye helped him quickly forge an identity amongst the Isu brethren left residing in Aestia, as well as forge new connections.

It took quite a while for the two new leaders of Aestia to bring the city back to its prime before further developing it, but that was expected as they focused a great deal on improving the lives of the masses.

Healthcare, physical wellbeing and training, along with medical centres, created the bare foundation to settle a system that saw Isu and Humans living in peace and harmony.

It wasn't exactly accepted right away, but as time passed by, more people began to use the free benefits on offer, especially the numerous amenities.

Consus by this point in time, started to live beyond his natural life through magical means, allowing the scientist and inventor to continue his work improving the world through his craft.

However, their way of life all changed when the High Council of the Isu proclaimed peace with the rebels of humanity, in the hopes of resolving the possible extinction level event that could see all intelligent life dead.

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Gammarye (Harry), and Consus tried to help the chosen Father of Understanding, Mother of Wisdom, and Sacred Voice, in finding a means of saving the world from the coming disaster, if not for future generations at the very least.

This project also led to the High Council creating a fourth title to the reformed and now aptly named Capitoline Diamond, as Gammarye began the Avatar of Life and Death for his contributions to the project named the 'Eye'.

Gammarye contributed magical knowledge of divination and astrology to interpret the stars and future to aid in the creation of the artifact, all in the hopes of preparing future generations for the next extinction level solar flare.

Sadly, the perverse actions of Juno to end humanity for the wrongs done to her, including the recent death of her husband, turned the 'Eye' into a perverted vessel to store her essence without it being corrupted in a digital format.

Gammarye wasn't pleased to know of such a creation as it reminded him of Voldemort's Horcruxes, so he moved to end her existence from the artifact, only for a being he knew of, but wasn't familiar with,

Fate, in all of its grand design for creation, forced Gammarye to leave Juno to her fate, sealed within the Eye, while helping find other means of survival for the rest of the surviving Isu.

Gammarye hated the fact he couldn't end the life of Juno, someone who lacked compassion for life, especially the human kind, having discovered countless projects which tortured the human subjects into madness more often than not.

One thing that made him smile; however, was the satisfaction she wouldn't be able to upload her spiritual essence into the supercomputer named Yggdrasil.

Having participated in several attempts to create a means to save humanity and Isu from the Great Catastrophe, Gammarye knew the location of all the project sites, so it wasn't difficult to reinforce the structures from impending doom and destruction.

Aestia and its citizens received similar treatment from Gammarye to ensure their safety and wellbeing, but after the Great Catastrophe ran its course, nothing could be found of the city and its habitants.

Several other locations around the world similarly disappeared but no one knew or was the wiser of the fact.

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Time continued to pass by, while Gammarye travelled the world to save what remained of humanity and the Isu, with the latter being whisked away from the world, while the former settled into the newly established regions of safety to help humankind rise up from the ashes.

Overseeing the development of humanity didn't occupy Gammarye's full attention as he focused on projects of his own to save as much of the Isu's culture and history before it was all destroyed or lost.

He also searched for magical plants, creatures, and beings, but they only began to propagate eons later, though at the intervention of other beings who believed themselves to be True Gods.

Majority of the time, Gammarye remained alone and travelled the world to find various homes and land he deemed important for personal use at some point or another.

Most of the places became animal reserves later in life, especially for the endangered kind, but as the magical type began to spawn, Gammarye realised they required a home of their own, free of persecution.

This saw to a new page in Gammarye's life, as he became the guardian of life across the world, meeting with humans from all walks of life, while forging a true home for himself and others who might seek out his aid.

As his legend and infamy grew, the new powers of the world tried to seek out his homeland for their own nefarious reasons, yet remained utterly ignorant as Gammarye continued to preserve all he could find of magic in this world.

Of course, it wasn't his only obsession, but it took up a great deal of his time, until he found himself in a battle against an intelligent being, one alien enough to appear human and exterritorial at the same time.

Initial examination of the unknown being caused Gammarye to realise this being was an experiment gone horribly wrong, and left to now roam the planet at it saw fit to cause havoc.

Unfortunately, the experimented being happened to current cause chaos near the true home Gammarye considered across the world, since it became the refuge for many creatures, and beings left scattered to roam.

To prevent any harm befalling them, or the lands magically protected and hidden, Gammarye began to call on greater strength and turned his summoned wand into a blade capable of dismembering the experimented being that appeared rather difficult to kill.

The Killing Curse hadn't been utilised yet since Gammarye didn't truly wish to kill the being but stop the rampage.

That all changed when humans became involved in the battle, and they were far from normal.

If he wasn't wrong, they appeared to be wielding magic, but in a method far unlike his own, which he believed until now was the only source in this world.

They started to lay runic schemes encircling the experimented being, but its strength meant it moved fast, and the whole reason for the change in demeanour for Gammarye in the fight.

Till now he hoped to stop the being by tiring it, yet the moment others became part of the battle, the experimented being quickly sought to end their life instead, and nearly came close enough to succeeding if it wasn't for his timely intervention.

Though now, the being rather quickly collapsed as if the 'strings' controlling it were suddenly cut, once the Avada Kedavra struck its body.

Gammarye thought everything was solved at this point and sought to reach out to the humans capable of wielding magic if he was correct in his belief, only to be interrupted by another who dressed rather similarly to the unknown human magical users.

She appeared to have the amber gold hair he'd ever seen, along with violet eyes swirling full of power left largely untapped as it sat silently at her fingertips, ready for use at any moment.

Dressed in robes much to similar with monks, but modified slightly for greater excess fabric, the orange and gold-white coloured outfit exuded plenty of power that told Gammarye it was an artifact of its own.

"Who are you?" croaked Gammarye, having strained his voice in the battle against the experimented being after it landed several consecutive strikes on his throat.

Part of the reason to not kill the experimented being had to do with the startling fact it got past a reinforced Protego.

A modified and enhanced version of the charm easily withstood the beatdown delivered by the powerhouse, but by the point it had been deployed, Gammarye suffered numerous hits to his body that continued to sting even, a whole three hours later.

The beautiful and young woman in fiery coloured robes stepped forward, moving out of the arch of the sparking portal, "I have been known by many names throughout my life, though my title has remained the same.

You may know me as Zhered-Na, the Supreme Sorcerer, Guardian, and Protector of Mother Earth."

Aware it was his turn to introduce himself, only one name seemed suitable, effortlessly coming off his tongue as if destined to be said, "I am Gammarye, the last-surviving Isu."

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Harry groaned as memories of his past in this world flashed by at the forefront of his mind after witnessing the appearance of Lady Death and Magic.

Both appeared calm and relaxed, an exact contrast to emotions raging through Harry, who wanted to unleash his anger at the two primordial beings for making him experience such a long and arduous life in this world.

Fed up, Death's Wizard planned to not hold back in the tongue lashing both beings deserved, yet the words to escape his lips wasn't one of anger, wrath, or pain, but of serenity, peace, and harmony.

It felt enforced, as if the vast open meadow he stood within could inflict mood altering effects, which seemed outlandish at first, but quickly became a possibility when Harry remembered which two beings sat before him.

"Why… have you… specifically brought me… Here?" gestured Harry to his surroundings, especially the ankle height grass which swayed to the non-existent wind.

"You are pointing to the grass, yes?" asked Lady Magic while drawing the cup of tea, or whatever substance Primordial Beings enjoyed drinking while tormenting their favourite Wizard.

"It is affecting my emotions,"

"Purposefully of course, though the reason they are present now has somewhat to do with your state of mind, as well as discussion we will hold later.

You must have a clear understanding of this world before the end of our short time.

It is imperative for you to realise the Truth of the universe that shall be the greatest test of your strength as our Herald and Champion.

For now, let us wash away the 'strain' of the weight you have borne… for so long."

With a wave, Lady Death carried away the souls of the dead he'd reaped over eons, releasing him from the burden upon his mind, body, and spirit.

"To have accepted the weight of the emotions, pains, and tainted memories of the reaped while they rested in your care is admirable for a 'mortal'.

Even the work you have done to protect and develop Magic, is far beyond what had been expected.

Rest now, for you deserve clarity, peace, and harmony to wash away the burdens you have carried for so long."

Harry couldn't bother replying to Lady Magic right away, and instead moved to take the third seat under the Old White Cedar Pergola.

After joining both Primordial Beings, a cup before him, very much the same as the other two, however Harry did not believe for one second it contained tea.

Sadly, there wasn't any option to refuse, having noticed the glare from Lady Magic for not drinking, as if it greatly burdened her specifically.

Sighing, Harry drank the unknown liquid he made himself believe was tea, even if the taste reminded him of heated butterbeer mixed with Firewhisky of high alcohol content.

Thankfully, the intoxication characteristics weren't present, nor were either of the supposed substances Harry could taste, but he wasn't aware of that for now.

He just sensed the burdens of the reaped to have damaged his mind, body, and spirit, all wash away with every new sip of the odd tasting 'tea'.

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"I have been present in this world for eons at this point, and besides… a 'colleague' of yours, no word has ever come from either of you.

I am grateful for removing the weight of my responsibilities, and for accelerating the healing of my whole form… however I cannot easily accept your 'wish' to sit down for a discussion, and one that will reveal many 'supposed' truths at once…

How can you believe this will go as you expect it to?

I cannot reach those of the Terra Dimension, nor wield the Pocket World I created which contains my family and friends, along with countless other noticeable individuals.

All alone, I must face the crisis without sword, spear, or shield beside me, which at this point has become far too bothersome…"

The Primordial Beings gazed deeply at Harry, who didn't faulter once while maintaining eye contact until Lady Magic cooly stated, "We cannot return what has been bound by pacts, for they are enforced to a greater degree by the strength of our power and domain."

Lady Death continued right after, "We understand the passage of time… can be difficult to endure alone…

We endure time in a relative state, with our own unique existences making it possible to 'live', a far contrast from the linear state your own 'mortal' form has experienced.

After the events of the previous world, We tightened our grasp over your mortal existence to influence your arrival closer to the ignition point of this world, but it came at a cost which would see your soul being harmed to remove the mark upon it allowing for external actions outside of our control.

Unfortunately, our inaction led to interference once more… and this time, you were sent to a point in time We never envisioned for you.

This, however, does not mean We are ignorant of the harsh experiences you have faced alone.

Rather We have kept close watch on your journey so far in this universe, even if greater laws held us back from providing aid, We still helped you along the grand journey that has led you back into our presence."

Before Harry could ask a question, Lady Magic spoke, "Through what you have drank, Knowledge shall find you to help your efforts in shaping the future.

Through what you have drank, Endurance shall encompass your whole being after tempering your mind, body, and soul by having faced the test of time.

Through what you have drank, Power shall be yours to wield and shape as you turn it into a force for reckoning.

All will lead you on the path to gain greater control and influence to take a stand on the universal scale, as without them, Creation will be at danger of annihilation."

A small, gift-wrapped box appeared on the table beside Harry, only for the lid to slip off to present a single seed at least twenty centimetres long and two inches wide.

This time, Lady Death spoke, continuing with the tradition of the pass-by speech that Harry had come to dislike whenever he interacted with the Primordial Beings.

"For the service you have done to preserve the Laws of the Afterlife, and to spread the Power of Magic, We shall gift you this seed… in the hopes you plant this… in the First place you felt at home.

The Weave of Fate for this world never destined for this seed to gain a foothold, yet your actions in the past have gained you the right and burden to see it flourish.

Protect it, cherish it, nourish it, acknowledge it… and most of all, love it, for the price of dedication shall lead you to a greater force that exists throughout the universe, one we believe you are fated to know rather intimately one day."

"Now let us dine together, as we have much to still discuss, and so very little time… relatively of course." Humorously added Lady Magic as dishes now replaced the tea cups, each of which contained plenty of food to feed a family of ten.

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"Hold on…

So… I wasn't wrong in my discovery… this universe is unlike any other in the multiverse, however I don't understand how this is partially my fault."

"Knowledge, Willpower, and Natural Intent, child.

They all played a decisive role long before your arrival in this grand amalgamated universe.

Accept it, and move forward with the Knowledge We have provided, the Willpower We have helped forge, and the natural Intent you have trained.

Succeed where others have failed… and bring glory to our Domain's." Lady Magic vanished the leftover desert away for storage as she answered Harry, who still struggled to accept the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

"As much as I don't want to… I understand the responsibility lays with me to safeguard this world… and beyond as I develop my strength.

It still doesn't ease the weight you have now placed upon myself, just after you lifted the accumulated burden from my being." replied Harry.

"We have done all that is allowed to aid you for now.

Our time has come to an end, just as your true journey begins, Herald and Champion of Death and Magic." Echoed Lady Death as the space around Harry began to ripple and stretch, leaving the wizard without sight of his surroundings for a time, as he came forth the Veil.

Ready to pierce the thin Veil separating the Mortal Plane from Death's Domain, Harry grinned madly as the 'gifts' of the Primordial's began to take effect when nearing the land of the living.

'So much to do… so little time to accomplish it all.

*Sigh* I think it's time I put an end to the squabble between the bloodied feathers and daddy cult.

Sadly, it's not the only damn cult I need to cull…'

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"What the hell do you mean the Veil is rippling?!" roared a commanding officer through the wireless headphone piece currently worn by a lower-ranked officer tasked to oversee the team of guards on site.

"I don't know sir!

I am just relaying what I can see, and it's fucking not good news!" shouted the junior officer in reply, already at the tipping point to race the hell out of the sealed chamber space.

However, he remained in place while ordering the rest under his command to move further back or to outright leave the chamber as the Veil turned still and began to lighten in shade.

"Frank!

You need to relay the order to close the chamber off…

It's the only way." Cried out a guard close by after witnessing the change to the Veil, but before Frank could say a word, a man casually walked out of the archway, dressed in the finest dark tailored suit and dress shoes.

With his black hair wrapped up in a bun, and the side of his head shaved, the swirling deep emerald, green eyes swirling full of power and strength that easily drew the breath away of guards scattered throughout the chamber.

They all experienced the weight of a horse baring down on their chest, but it only lasted a moment before the sensation ended.

None knew questioned why it occurred, yet a noticeable few realised the man to have arrived from the Veil was the possibly the caused for it to stop.

Nobody moved to meet the man, nor did he say a word, but his eyes remained locked on Frank, the commanding officer overseeing the chamber they all currently stood in.

It wasn't long for the imposing guard to regain his shaken mindset, only to ask, "L-Lord Potter… has your journey been successful through the Veil?" stuttered Frank momentarily, but his composure quickly strengthened after remembering the Elders of the family would be watching the course of events.

The man in question simply smiled back, one that even reached his eyes, easing the tension in the chamber significantly, "It has…

Now, I think it's time I sat down with the leaders of this family,… and begin its revival to the days of the past.

Come… Franklin.

You shall serve as my guard… for now at the very least.

Is that understood?" Franklin gulped, realizing the question wasn't an option, but rather a direct command, and quickly fell to a knee before Lord Potter.

"I am yours to command, Lord Potter." Cried Franklin, who was joined by the other guards of the chamber, as they kneeled before the emerald, green eyed man in black.

None realized it yet, not even the man in question, but Lord Potter had addressed Franklin specifically without knowing his name.

The Lieutenant wasn't anywhere near the location of the Veil when Lord Potter arrived suddenly on the estate, so the realization soon made itself known in the minds of the guards, but not until well after Lord Potter left the chamber and spoke with the Elders of the family.

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"Honestly… I didn't know the family cared to safeguard this…"

A gleeful Elder of the Potter Family answered Harry's question, even if it wasn't directly asked to anyone, "Your throne, as well as any personal effects left behind, have been closely guarded by the family since Regis Eldaryn.

Yet the First Regis made sure to protect this artifact above the rest, unsure of its purpose, his orders to make sure it remained safe and outside of the reach of strangers has been at the forefront of the family's responsibilities."

Harry nodded in appreciation to the Elder who spoke before his eyes returned to the unnamed artifact created long ago by his own hands, yet failed to truly become what he sought from it.

Well over six millennia in the past, Harry chose to delve deeply into forging and crafting by hand, infusing magic into his hands and fingers, as well as the tools, allowing for the final product to become artworks and masterpieces that survived till modern day society.

Having settled down for a time, while establishing his Potter lineage in this world, Harry raised his eldest child, Eldaryn, as successor to Clan Pottarius and the family.

His son received the best education possible to not only survive but to reign above others, though without attracting the wrong sort of attention.

At that time, Harry planned to leave once his son reached an appropriate age to oversee the Clan and Family, so he began work on the artifact that remained safely stored away by his son, since it wasn't ever completed.

Harry somewhat hoped deep down his son or one of his descendants figured out the cause for the artifact to not work, but Death's Wizard believed he finally knew the reason why after seeing the item once more.

During an era without light and power, Harry knew much of what he planned to leave behind, couldn't work without a power source, so without suddenly advancing part of the world to the industrial age.

The magical generator and battery never worked in harmony, often causing massive explosions due to the battery overloading, and often enough the degradation of the generator's materials for excessive use.

After reducing the amount of power, it could generate and hold, it was left behind for his progeny to study and test, but Harry realized the importance placed on the item by his son instead caused it to become an artifact of sorts through a small amount of faith provided by the Clan and Family.

Pocketing the item to use at a later date, Harry turned his attention back to the Elders and current Leaders of the Potter Family and Household.

"I do not doubt some of you are questioning why I have called you, but considering the positions you all hold within the Family, I believe you are up to date with my situation, yes?" Harry found himself smiling at the unanimous head of nods at his question.

He was about to continue but found himself interrupted by a leader of the Family, much to the surprise of several Elders who quickly masked their emotions out of worry and fear, "We have witnessed your feat to travel between the mortal plane and the afterlife, which confirms the truth about your identity, Lord Potter.

We truly are grateful for your return to us…

Yet, many of us, including those throughout the Family and Household, have expressed their desire to understand the reason for your return." His words alone ensured everyone seated around the broad table would scornfully gaze upon him, however Harry remained the only one to smile at the question.

"Truthfully, I am simply here to take back what is rightfully mind."

"… That isn't possible." Replied the very same leader who everyone stared at with scorn, yet now he seemed like the gatekeeper and guardian of their influence over the Family and Household.

Besides Frank and his team of guards, every other person looked at Harry with defiance in their eyes, screaming they weren't going to back down.

'If not was here, he'd label them all raving mad, and I don't doubt 'blimey' being said at least half a dozen times.' Thought Harry to himself while reading the surface thoughts of all the Elders and Leaders of the Family and Household.

Unsurprisingly, most already started to plan a means for his death, or some sort of accident via the kitchen to stop his take over, which honestly couldn't be prevented.

They heard of the legend left behind by the First Regis which spoke of the Progenitors return, but after six millennia it was considered more of myth and told to children as a tale relating back to the creator of the Family and Household.

All struggled to believe the young man seated before them was the Progenitor, but they had no other choice after seeing him return from entering the Veil of the Afterlife.

Yet hearing Lord Potter had come to reclaim what was his, irked the Elders and Leaders as they saw themselves as the rightful inheritors, so weren't willingly to give up power.

Somewhat aware this could be an issue in the later years, Harry created an artifact tied to his blood and Potter lineage, both as a means to help in the current situation but to also educate reigning Regis on how to lead the family.

Having seen it earlier, Harry knew it wasn't being used by anyone, otherwise he wouldn't be dealing with Elders or elected Leaders, but the Regis themselves.

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Standing up, Harry noticed this one action caused the Elders and Leaders to squirm uncomfortably, but it wasn't anywhere the shock and awe that plastered itself onto their faces collectively when he vanished his seat away to leave space for an old artifact to arrive on cue.

Begin his lap around the table, Harry cooly stated, "You don't even know what is possible… but I will show you soon enough, gentlemen.

Till now, you have remained hidden from the world for the most part until global events caused the Potter Foundation and Conglomeration to appear on the global market and industry.

Honestly, I do not mind the hidden approach, but I never expected the Potter family to remain so lax when it comes to expenditure.

Several major projects around the world which the Potter Foundation is funding, are barely surviving to finish the construction and present the finished product as initially expected at the very least.

I know for sure there is enough wealth to provide each of these projects nearly four times their whole current budget allocation, but it seems to fulfil the greed of the few, the rest of the world must suffer endlessly.

The Potter Family shouldn't have ever reached such a miserable state by the actions I had taken, and the artifacts created, but it appears certain forefathers believed themselves superior to my rulings, and their actions are now coming back to haunt their descendants.

How wonderful!

Soon though, you will learn how futile it all was."

Nobody had the strength to impose a question upon Harry as they felt too terrified by his manner of tone, and grim smile that instead left them quite fearful of the one known as Lord Potter, allowing him to continue speaking.

"This would have been rather simple and easy if you continued to elect a Regis through the throne I built and used for a time… but it seems your foolish forefathers didn't take into consideration the one artifact I created to ensure no corruption from within the family.

The damn Throne." Harry grinned madly as he clicked his finger to summon the throne he was shown earlier.

It appear in the position of his last seat around the table, filling the empty space which Harry sat upon immediately, "I, Harry James Potter, as ordained by Magic and Death, call on the Ancient Magiks of my ancestral Houses and Lineages to guide me through the rebinding of bonds, to bless those embraced by their presence, and to strengthen the oath between those bound to my heritage, and claim as Regis for House Potter.'

May Magic and Death strike me down if my claim is false, so Mote it Be."

A golden flash of light spread throughout the conference room, somewhat calming the minds of the Elders and Leaders until they felt a connection they hadn't ever sensed before.

Somehow, they knew deep down the man seated upon the simplistic throne, had power over them all, but in a way that wasn't known to them.

The Leader to have questioned Harry earlier stood up out of anger as he came to a startling realization, "You have bound us to your will and leadership in some way! I don't know how but I can sense your 'right' and authority as Regis, even if I do not accept it, I have no other choice."

Harry simply smirked triumphantly, "Of course, child, I have claimed back what is mine like I said upon my arrival.

This whole family and its household are mine to command and lead, not some corrupt Elders and Leaders who are invested to further their own personal wealth instead of focusing on the family.

However, this will all change now that I am back.

Franklin?" called out Harry to the commanding officer.

"Sir?"

"Its time House Potter and its Household undergoes a thorough cleaning… to eradicate the scum that have infested our family."

No further protests were heard once Franklin received the order from Harry and began to move, along with his team, who quickly apprehended the majority of the Elders and Leaders.

Unknown to them, the throne gave the Regis knowledge of the undertakings managed by the Elders and Leaders, allowing him to notice the discrepancy of money moved outside of the vaults for personal use.

Having passed much of the knowledge onto Franklin, the Wizard didn't need to do anything but watch as those harming his family and bloodline were caught and led away for further investigation.

Only the handful who remained look on at Harry with fear, however the man in question simply smiled and clapped his hands to get their attention, "With the unpleasant business out of the way, its time we discuss my plans for this family and the future of the world."

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A Few Days Later

"In the latest news pertaining to the global financial markets, an ancient family going back to the days of Ancient Rome and Egypt, has heavily invested in the waste disposal and management, purchasing several small sole trading businesses around the globe focused on waste management.

The process to merge the companies under one name is underway, but initial expectations for the business believe it will quickly become a leading party of the waste industry…"

As the news continued to play on the television, with barely anyone bothered to listen what they had to say, one man seated in a diner stylized booth listened quite closely to the information relayed once he heard 'Potter' being mentioned.

'So, it has begun…' thought the man to himself as a waitress came by to place another tumbler on the table, taking the empty away after the whisky was finished.

"Prepare a call to the High Table… it seems they need to be updated on some news about an old mutual friend." Chuckled Winston to the waitress who briskly nodded and left to enact the order.

Taking his glass of whisky in hand, Winston made his way through the hotel he prided himself on for the last three decades of his life as its manager, stopping by the front desk to find a dear friend and colleague of his.

"Good evening, sir," said Charon upon seeing Winston enter the main lobby.

"Ahh Charon, what a pleasant evening we're having today.

Business as usual, with no foolish individuals attempting to break any laws, yet the most interesting tidbit must be the revival of a friend we both knew… quite dearly in fact."

"I been listening to the news today, sir.

It is rather… interesting to hear of him in such a capacity after such a time."

Charon locked eyes with Winston, communicating silently without anyone else aware of their discussion.

It was an artform of communication only developed between individuals with a strong connection, trust, and understanding of one another.

Often married couples developed it, but close friends, and strong partnerships could also create such a bond, however in the case of Winston and Charon, it forged through blood, bullets, and countless bodies.

"Is the connection ready?"

"Of course, sir.

Everything has been prepared for your office."

Winston simply nodded and left for his private office, only to arrive a few minutes later, after which he activated the security measures to stop anyone from listening in or intruding upon his meeting.

He wasn't immediately summoned, but the press of a button allowed Winston to remain in 'Call Waiting' which gave him the time to enjoy the whisky from his personal cabinet.

Just as the idea floated through his mind to grab some snacks, the call connected to the seated members of the High Table, each of whom wasn't dialed in separately but collectively as they were spaced around a round table with room for twelve.

"Winston," called out a member of the High Table, his face obscured by the lighting used in the room.

It was done on purpose to keep the identity of the seated members hidden from the rest of the global shadow organization, however for someone like Winston, he knew exactly who the seated members were, including the criminal organizations they originated from.

"Kiryu," curtly replied Winston to the seated member of the Yakuza, who owed him several debts for gaining the seat after the passing of his uncle, a feat which saw a great amount of blood being spilt.

"You've heard, have you not?" called out a seated member with a deep Russian accent.

"Of course!

I would not be a competent manager of my dear hotel and provide ample safety to those who seek protection under its roof,… if I wasn't aware of global affairs, especially one to have you all on edge." A vicious grin stretched wide across Winston's lips after noticing the slight discomfort in a couple seated members.

"WE are NOT provoked by the actions of this indivi-" whatever the member had to say was instantly stopped as Winston interrupted with, "High King," much to the displeasure of the most seated members.

"… I'm sorry?" asked the member Winston interrupted, annoyed at the audacity of the hotel manager.

"If you are going to speak of the man, then at the very least, do him the honour by addressing his title.

After all, the very foundation of our organization exists because of him." Winston knew it wasn't exactly wise to antagonize the members of the High Table, but the situation gave him plenty of leeway.

As one of the few people to have met the fabled creator of the organization in the current modern era, Winston gave some privileges to turn his Continental Hotel into the North American Headquarters.

This also allowed for a team of Adjudicators to serve at his call, but Winston knew they were a doubled edged sword since a call from the High Table would turn them into foes.

Grigardo D'Antonio chose to speak up at this point, seeing that others were trying to anger Winston rather than to discuss the current situation to draw them all together, "The High King… as we know him, should long be dead."

"Yet he exists…" cried out a member of the High Table.

"Even then," shouted Grigardo somewhat out of anger at the interruption, taking back control of the narrative, he wished to portray, "his existence is not something we can ignore, neither can we let him continue without our two sides meeting.

The High King may operate on the legal side of business right now, but it won't last forever if the Potter Foundation or the newly created Potter Corporation are running the show.

They may stretch back further in time than the creation of the High Table, but unlike us, their power has dwindled significantly over the last few centuries." Grigardo intimately knew about the long history of House Potter and its Household who so far hadn't delved into the shadier side of the world until the events of the first world war kickstarted.

Not one to laugh out loud, Winston lightly chucked for everyone to hear him loud and clear, "You speak as if the High King is some ordinary man.

If he was, we wouldn't be here right now."

"What are you trying to say. Winston?" asked Pyotr, the seated member of the Ruska Roma.

"He created the Table during a time and era we can only know is true through observed history, and now he stands amongst us, in the modern era.

How can you expect to stop him, when he probably can unravel the whole organization if he truly wished to see its end." With those words said, Winston left the meeting as the members chose to remain silent rather than replying so he decided to end the conversation.

However, while he remained alone in his office, Winston continued to think of his old friend who'd come to his aid during a time when he thought the absolute worst of himself and utterly refused help from loved ones.

'Let's pray he doesn't meet John… otherwise, I wonder… what will remain of the High Table?'

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'This is true peace,… even if its missing… home.' Harry thought to himself after reaching a remote area of the Scottish Highlands, which contained a large inland lake, as well as several ruins littered around its position.

Sitting on the dewy green grass of the open clearing leading up to the ruined castle that could have been Hogwarts of this world and universe, but such possibilities weren't possible, no matter how hard he tried.

Summoning the small gift box presented by Lady Magic and Death, Harry remember the specific words said to him, '… plant this… in the First place you felt at home,' which in his mind, had to be Hogwarts going back to his very first lifetime, when the Dursleys treated him like a demon-spawn.

For those five years, Hogwarts became his home away from the hell he received by living under their roof, and ever since, no matter which lifetime or world, Hogwarts remained his first home, even if he lived in a loving household with the Dursleys.

Harry quickly came back from his journey to the past after sensing through his magic that a familiar person came to meet him, "Sinéad… how are you?"

"As always, I am fine, Master Harry.

Just a little surprised you still remember that name,… even when I had forgotten it for a time." said the feminine stranger dressed in loose white and yellow fabric robes.

"It is the name your mother gave you, child, out of love and desperation in her fight to live, yet the cruel actions of Fate saw fit to see her end, and you adoption by the Mystic Masters." Harry turned to smile at an old student of his, who now stood at the very pinnacle of the Order's authority as the Sorcerer Supreme.

Also known as Yao to a few, the bald middle-aged woman long wielded the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme that Harry specifically taught her the Mystic Arts so long ago when she arrived as a child to the London Sanctum from the nation nowadays known as Ireland.

Currently, her mantle of responsibility gave her access to numerous tools and artifacts, one which specifically allowed her to visit Harry without affecting her other duties, though Harry guessed she saw her arrival here through the artifact slung around her neck.

Otherwise, there wasn't a real means for her to break through his wards that he raised to stop anyone else from interfering with his peace and serenity.

Harry wasn't exactly bothered with her appearance, but it did raise some concerns for the wizard who knew Sinéad didn't spontaneously appear for any simple reason.

"You have seen something via that godforsaken stone, haven't you?

Otherwise, I doubt you would have appeared here, bypassing my wards, which you know are not easy to overcome without expending plenty of power." Said Harry, his voice lacking warm or a friendly tone, but one of a teacher.

"The stone has shown me various avenues of possibilities once you plant the seed… not of this universe.

Sadly, many of the greater reactions that might even improve the defences of Earth and future events in your favour,… I cannot Will them in existence without particular support aid in the magical ritual."

Intrigued by Sinéad, Harry raised his eyebrow out of surprise while turning to face his old student, "Oh?

Care to say what you have seen or who we might need to make it all possible?"

"Unfortunately, no.

But we will not have to wait long for answer." The Sorcerer Supreme completely turned her back on Harry to face away from the ruin of the castle, at a point Harry distinctively noted as a location of a planted wardstone, engraved with a runic script to keep people away.

Once a minute passed, Harry thought it would be best to say something, but just as he went to open his mouth, a golden Egyptian symbol, Ankh, flashed into existence, only to reveal a helmeted individual.

Dressed in colours of gold and a deep ashy blue, the individual's attire spoke of power that supported Life, whereas the golden helmet inspired by the Corinthian, displayed its strength to fight for what it believed is righteous.

"Doctor Fate, what a pleasant surprise to see you hear, even if I somewhat expected it after Sinéad began to speak of certain possibilities for the world's greatness and protection against other dimensions."

"It is expected," commented Doctor Fate as he came closer to the duo, one seated on the grass while the other floated midair with her legs crossed in a meditative pose, "she is the renown expert on the Mystic Arts."

Sinéad simply stated back with a smile, "And you are an 'Agent of Order', protected and enhance by the powers of the Lords of Fate through the helm you bear.

Our duties, while similar, place us on opposite sides to defend the world from the supernatural and extra-dimensional forces at play to take over Earth for nefarious purposes.

Yet… I believe it shall all become far easier to manage after we plant the gifted seed."

"Care to explain how?" asked a curious Harry.

"No.

It is not for you to know right now." interrupted Doctor Fate, answering the question posed to the Sorcerer Supreme.

Exasperated, Harry asked, "Will I be made aware at some point?"

"Yes, but not any time soon." Replied Sinéad this time.

Sighing, Harry stood up just as Doctor Fate and the Sorcerer Supreme began trekking in silence towards the ruined castle.

As they neared, Harry and the remaining duo sensed the dying nature of the strong magic that once seeped itself into the castle before it became a ruin.

Since its destruction, the raw magical energy in the region seeped into the surrounding forest or dispersed into the atmosphere due to the magical density.

Sinéad noticed the work of her master to contain some of the raw magical energy in the area, however it was far from enough to secure it all, with the castle being a ruin.

Though as the smile crept across her face at the efforts of Harry to keep this place safe and untouched by humanity, Sinéad sensed a strong nexus of magical power currently left to gather just below the castle ruins.

"You made some… adjustments to the central magical stone?" asked Doctor Fate after entering through the main courtyard of the largely destroyed ancient structure.

"Aye… I have come by every century or so to make some adjustments as I noticed the growing density of magical energy in the area.

Though, I found the raise of magical power came as a result of the stone being planted, which sort of acts as a relay, allowing for the cycling of magical energy, sending the excess back to the Earth and environment."

Neither Doctor Fate nor the Sorcerer Supreme chose to reply back and instead left the castle ruins after viewing the stone and adjusting the magical array.

They walked over collectively to the supposed location of the Whomping Willow, which Harry noticed right away but chose to say nothing.

His attention remained focused on Sinéad as she requested for the packaged seed and began to instruct the other two to help laying out the necessary array.

For the next few hours, Harry worked carefully beside the Sorcerer Supreme and Doctor Fate to not just create nutritionally rich soil, but to also draw in the raw magical energy left to do as it pleased.

After the preparations were completed, Sinéad called over Harry, "If you will, please bleed several drops of your blood onto the seed before you plant it at the very centre of the array."

Nodding, the wizard stepped forward and calmly sliced open his right palm with a silent cutting curse, allowing the seed to be bathed in his blood, after which he followed the instructions of his student to plant it in the array.

As he completed the task, a long string of words entered his mind and began to escape his lips without having any real say over the matter.

Harry didn't understand it immediately, but as the words continued to leave his mouth, everything clicked in his mind as the realisation it was the work of Lady Death and Magic, which already sent Doctor Fate and the Sorcerer Supreme to leave the vicinity of the array.

He soon joined them far outside of the array, but they weren't standing idly, with the two employing several copies of themselves to lay out a larger array which Harry realized in some way connected to the infernal stone in the grasp of Sinéad.

However, his thoughts on the matter quickly became mute after realizing what the two Grand-Sorcerers were trying to accomplish.

"This is madness…" whispered out Harry only for Sinéad to hear, "and without this… we would not ever see its true potential be unleashed upon the world." The Sorcerer Supreme didn't bother to entertain Harry any further as he joined her and Doctor Fate to employ the ritual she wished to employ through the use of the Time Stone.

Another hour passed, and the work found itself finally complete and ready to be deployed, however this time Sinéad kickstarted the magical reaction.

Instantly, Doctor Fate, Harry and the Sorcerer Supreme went deadly still as the raw magic in the surroundings rippled and churned erratically as the array called it forth rapidly.

Soon, the magical energy in the area started to dry up, which honestly surprised Harry, but what he didn't expect was for his own magical energy to be drained rapidly.

He didn't have to look around to know Sinéad and Doctor Fate had left the area, but his unlucky hide remained behind, something he believed was on purpose.

This idea quickly gained ground as Harry started to sense a connection to the centre of the array, nearby to the location of the planted seed, but he wasn't exactly sure of this notion since his magical core was draining faster than he expected.

Harry wasn't worried about running out of magical energy at this stage due to his enormous reserves, but this came at a price he had to go through eons ago, and after the interference of Primordial Beings, majority of his power went to empower the Terra Dimension.

What was left, supplied Harry with plenty of power to do as he saw fit, but the drain from the array and ritual left him utterly exhausted, mentally, and physically.

He already worked for most of a day to set up the arrays and ritual, only to dive straight ahead as the reaction started, so Harry wasn't entirely at his peak level of power and strength.

Either way, the turbulent magical reaction ended after three quarters of a day passed, leaving behind a magical exhausted and strained Harry James Potter below the wide arch of the branches breaking off from the trunk of the grand tree.

The Sorcerer Supreme and Doctor Fate arrived at the site of an exhausted and unconscious wizard, only to hear several pops, followed by the arrival of small human-like beings with the facial features similar to pixies.

"Before you ask, we serve the High King and of our freewill.

He is exhausted magically and requires rest which we can provide, but not here, even with that present," pointed the unfamiliar magical being to the World Tree in the distance.

"Very well," spoke Sinéad, addressing the child-like pixie being who spoke, "please advise our friend upon his wakening, a shield and ward will be erected around this place, allowing none to enter but himself, for now."

The small being simply nodded, before instructing the others similar to herself without any words being said aloud.

Just as they were about to leave, the Sorcerer Supreme asked a question on her mind, hoping to confirm what she already believed true, "If you don't mind me asking, do you know what exactly we have helped nurture into its current state?"

The small child-like pixie being nodded, "We know what it is,… but even we thought it to be myth.

It is known by many names, but the simplest title is the World Tree.

Now, I must leave for the sake of my master's health." And with that, the being and those of its like banded together before popping away together with Harry's unconscious body.

Both Grand-Sorcerers took a moment to gaze upon the World Tree, somewhat aware of the possibilities it could offer their world in regards of protection and power, but sadly for the two, neither of them held power over the otherworldly plant-life.

"If I'm not wrong… he has broken the curse inflicting the beings once known as House Elves," commented Doctor Fate while gazing at the result of their work.

"I believe so.

It is good to know they are not extinct, even if they have evolved from their former state." Replied the Sorcerer Supreme, as her eyes fell on the castle.

Neither Doctor Fate nor the Sorcerer Supreme knew the full extent of the reaction caused by the array they laid as well as the magical ritual spoken by Harry after drenching the seed in his blood, but they sure hadn't expected to see the transformation of the surrounding area.

Where once stood a ruin, now showcased a magnificent castle, magical in nature, evident by the calm nature of the magical energy in tune with the otherworldly structure.

The World Tree appeared to resonate with the castle, further increasing the magical density and power throughout the area, which only hastened and improved the nature of the ward they laid out to protect the region until Harry returned.

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Elsewhere in the wider galaxy of the universe

Once the magical reaction began back on Earth, and it started to draw magical energy directly from Harry's magical core, changes started to take place across the world and beyond, as the planting of the World Tree seed had far-reaching consequences.

However, for one particular civilisation of great power and influence over an enormous stretch of space, the planting and nurturing of the World Tree via the effects of the Time Stone to help, kickstarted the last event of a continuous cycle, but left open the possibility to break the wheel.

Seated atop his grand kingly throne made of the finest refined gold forged by the Dwarves of Nidavellir, King Odin of House Borson felt a strong pulse of power rippling through the timeline he'd seen of the future, causing it to change in a way he wasn't expecting or assumed possible.

'Haha!

So… it seems another being of great power has begun to play the game.

Wonderful!

If it means the freedom of my people, then I shall do everything in my power to help them in their path forward.' Thought the King of the Gods, while seated atop his throne, one he found rather uncomfortable and unnecessary, but it wasn't like he had any 'true' say on the matter.

Calling forth Heimdall to the throne room, Odin waited patiently for the Watchmen of the Gods to arrive, only for the duo to leave move away to a private chamber.

The very fate of Asgard and her people would be decided during this private meeting as Odin employed his hidden reserve of power to stop all outside interference from hearing what they would discuss and plan.

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Asgard wasn't the only place to sense the greater changes originating from Earth, as the darkest depths of space felt the thrum of power reacting throughout the universe.

Two individuals of immense power capable of matching their audacious ambitions and goals, noticed the reaction spreading through space and time, but neither could take any sort of meaningful action right now without finding resistance to impede their path to glory.

This still didn't stop either from making certain plans, if not, outright abandoning initial plans for something far different and better suited to the new situation they had found themselves in.

However, in a place of the universe sealed away by beings of great power, the planting of the seed on Earth allowed them to gain a connection to a wider universal nexus that didn't just gift them increased power, but a newfound strength they wouldn't full recognize until the missing piece if the puzzle returned.

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72 hours after planting the World Tree seed

Back on Earth, Harry awoke in a familiar bed, physically strained and exhausted that he still felt the repercussions from the activation of the array and its altered path of use when the surrounding magical energy wasn't enough to sustain the magical ritual.

As he massaged his aching head, a pop altered him to the arrival of his bonded House Elf, "Hoppity, can you find me a potion for my headache and one for the body strain.

That bloody array and ritual cost more magical energy than I ever expected, and I still don't even have clue what Fate or Sinéad performed to draw so much power from my own core." He didn't have to wait long for the potions to arrive after which, Hoppity gave some sound advice, as well as a piece of her mind, "I am not pleased by the burden you forced on yourself, when it wasn't necessary,… however I have to say I am slightly biased now that I know what they sought to accomplish.

Somewhat what anyway." Hoppity added at the end, causing Harry to ask several follow up questions but Hoppity refused, stating, "It's not going to help Harry.

Its honestly better if you go back after some rest and see the effort of your work.

For now, I need to update you on the operations of House Potter since it has come back into your control."

Thus, as Harry ate his enormous breakfast that consisted of the food he hadn't ate for the last few days while unconscious, Hoppity began speaking of the changes to House Potter over the last six weeks since he'd claimed the title of Regis.

First of all, Franklin, the acting Head of Security for the Potter Family and Household, completed his investigation into the former Elders and elected Leaders, having discovered corruption leading back several generations.

All the stolen wealth was slowly being returned to the Potter Family, as majority of it had been spread to various financial institutions not under the control or ownership of the family.

This drew Harry's attention just as the headache disappeared once the potions effects activated, "Hoppity… what do you think about asking for the Goblins, Dwarves, or even the Gnomes to help with the financial matters?

They haven't stopped mining for minerals and crafting artifacts I've asked for every so often, so it shouldn't be much of an issue if they gain greater freedom to do as they please without having to worry about Mundanes."

Hoppity stopped for a moment to mentally process the idea, only to nod in agreement seconds later, much to Harry's joy.

The Wizard couldn't help but smile internally at the Lost Elf Lore he rediscovered in this world which his home world didn't contain.

They had already discovered something similar, but the push towards evolving House Elves into Aelflyn took priority, which wasn't exactly possible in this world without the Atkaye Trees.

Therefore, after finding House Elves in this world, Harry worked day and night to find a solution to their poor state, which took a couple of months to complete, only to reveal House Elves weren't only sustained by the generosity magicals gave through their bond.

Magically rich environments gave House Elves a means to survive without a bond, but it wasn't a means of life they could sustain forever unless they were living in environments similar to Hogwarts from his home world.

To solve the issue of the House Elves, Harry created a magical cradle, a seat connected to a magic generator he successfully created along ago after leaving the Pottarius Clan in the hands of his son, Eldaryn

Along with certain potions to help fix any mental, and physical damage, the magical cradle would supply the House Elves with plenty of filtered magical energy without any signature, turning them child-like beings with pixie facial characteristics that made them appear otherworldly.

After further developing the Lost Elf Lore he discovered, Harry started to increase the number of House Elves bonded to his magic, spending much of his time eons ago to save as many of their magical species from dying out when the Wizarding World came to its end.

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"I don't believe we will have any particular issues gaining their aid, but if we incorporate them back into the Potter Family, others may ask to help as well." Hoppity added just as Harry returned from his small journey remembering the past.

"If they are willing, then we need to ensure they are equipped with the Shifter Bands, especially for the Giants, Centaurs, and Merfolk, otherwise it will be chaos if they are spotted by the masses." Added Harry, which Hoppity mentally noted and relayed the order to several other Elfs already out securing meetings with nation leaders.

Hoppity resumed her earlier progress report of the Potter Family operations and spoke of the success they were seeing already in such a short time after purchasing a dozen or so, small business enterprises operating in the waste management industry.

Considering the vast number of Elfs bonded to Harry, and the amount of free time they all had, including the flexibility offered to them by their Master, Hoppity explained they heavily invested their time to make the operations more cost effective while the businesses all merged under Potter Waste Control, a subsidiary of the Potter Corporation.

So far, they incorporated themselves into the businesses to take over the transport of the waste and its sorting, reducing the reliance of machines which in no way could match the efficiency of the Elves.

This soon led to particular developments regarding Peverell Industries after it entered the market as producers of rare, high-quality resources, such as graphite, graphene, and synthetic crystals, the latter of which became highly desirable by militaries from around the world.

Production so far was managed by the Elves and any other magic species willing to join the business as it became a front for introducing magic to the masses.

Unlike the Potter Family and their operations, none of the magical beings saved by Harry had a problem joining Peverell Industries as its manufacturing largely remained on the island they were situated on currently.

An island long owned and safeguarded from the rest of humanity by Harry, currently flourished by the vast amount of magical life spread across its vast size.

Through the use of Obsidian Obelisks, having stored away a great amount of the material when back on Planetos, Harry expanded the size of the island to comfortably house all the magical beings, species, and plant-life he could find throughout his incredibly long life in this world.

Securely hidden through an advance version of the Fidelius Charm, the island has remained lost to world well before the rise of Christ.

A magical nexus point equal to, if not greater than Hogwarts, the island contained several intersecting leylines, along with those artificially laid, making it an incredibly rich magical environment.

Dwarves, Centaurs, Gnomes, Goblins, Leprechauns, Veela, Nymphs, and countless other magical beings, including species, were spread throughout the island, some of which requiring certain facilities to ensure the more dangerous creatures weren't a problem for the rest of the island inhabitants.

Countless facilities were made across the island to ensure everyone had access to all forms of entertainment and relaxation, along with plenty of room for a society to flourish.

Harry never bothered to involve himself too much on the island politics and matters but made sure to keep himself up to date in case of any dispute or issue that might arise suddenly.

What he wasn't aware of, even till now, was the small council created by the Elves which included a member from all the intelligent species living on the island, who worked together to manage the last magical society of Earth.

In time he would learn of the small council, but it wasn't today, since his focus remained on the update pertaining to the Potter Family business and that of his own through Peverell Industries.

The latter actually delved into the transport of materials, including those recycled through collected garbage, but Hoppity believed this wasn't the best use of the current workforce of Peverell Industries.

"Due to the number of Elves working on the movement of goods from one side of the world to another, without having to bother with ships and so forth, we should have no issues doing the same with food, which can easily be grown.

Greenhouses with expansion runes laid throughout its structure can supply us with enough room in the beginning, but as our operation expands in scope, we will need more land.

I suggest we start accepting the willing beings wanting to join Peverell Industries, while we wait for an answer concerning the Potter Family.

The Goblins and Dwarves won't have an issue, since it will allow them to work in the finance sector once more, which then leads to mundane manufacturing easily enough, but they won't be the ones to interact directly with Mundanes.

Once they begin to relay back the success of working with Mundanes, I can see more willing to join the operations of the Potter Family."

"That will be easy enough to sort out after the Mundanes sign the Magical Contracts, which I can somewhat enforce as Regis.

My only concern is the current size of the Potter Family and the wealth we have spread across the world haphazardly.

That will take quite some time to come back under our control or to outright sell if it's a worthless investment." Replied Harry, having finally finished his breakfast and instead moved onto reading reports about certain projects the Potter Family scientists wished to start.

The majority of them weren't ready to conduct the magical projects since their studies on magic was far from complete, but this wasn't enough to stop the scientists from planning ahead for what they believed could change the world.

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"What else do you wish to update me on?"

Hoppity was about to start discussing the next important matter of the day, but stopped as another Elf advised her via their unique method of communication, to urge Harry to visit the location of the World Tree.

Taking the advice onboard, Hoppity said, "Actually… I would advise you to visit the Lost Lands of Hogwarts.

When we arrived, after sensing how exhausted you had become, I noticed the seed… had sprouted… but to a state that rivaled the tale of an Elven myth."

Intrigued, Harry asked Hoppity to explain, in which she spoke of a magic existing due to the tree taping into the energy source, allowing it to flourish over the entire world, while empowering the tree to give birth to various intelligent beings and creatures.

"… What I saw...upon my arrival, before my very eyes, was the fabled World Tree.

The very same from the Elven tale," Hoppity firmly stated, locking eyes with Harry to show her firm resolve.

"Very well… I will leave for the… World Tree immediately, but if it is true as you say, how will it help us in our quest of protecting and shaping the future of this world?" asked a somewhat confused Harry, having once heard of the World Tree and its potential if allowed to unleash.

However his education during the time in Death's Domain stated a World Tree tapped into an energy source to provide magic to the world, but as Earth already generated magic due to the immense amount of life spread across the planet, Harry couldn't understand the reason for the World Tree seed.

"All I can say for certain, is an improvement in the purity of the magical energy circulating across the world, and the possible rise of new magical creatures, along with intelligent beings, but the latter will be controlled in some way or form by you." Calmly stated Hoppity, but it was evident some of her spoken thoughts came from tales with no real substance.

Noticing this, Harry didn't bother asking any further questions and equipped his Hallow armour, only to apparate straight from his bedroom to the Lost Lands of Hogwarts, but upon his arrival, a couple of things occurred, all of which he had no say or control over.

As if drawn by the World Tree, Harry noticed the magical energy in the area wasn't safe from the taint of a magical signature, since he could sense notes of his own signature mixed in.

This somewhat launched him forward from his land point to fly straight towards the World Tree, which easily spread out his thick branches by dozens upon dozens of metres, casting a huge shadow in all directions.

The height of the trunk easily stretched close to a hundred metres, so the shadow stretched out wider than Harry remember the Atkaye Tree ever did back in the Terra Dimension.

After landing beside the trunk of the World Tree, Harry felt the suggestion from the surrounding magic to cut open his palm and allow it to touch the trunk.

Not one to go against magic as it had steered him right so far, Harry cut his palm and touched the trunk, only to find the magic signature of the area weaving along his own until it disappeared along a pathway which led my excess magical power to the Terra Dimension.

Harry couldn't follow along the path taken by the magic under the control of the World Tree, but once it found what it was looking for, a pulse of magical energy spread out far and wide, starting from the trunk of the tree.

By this point Harry removed his hand from the trunk, but instead found an increase in the mist around him.

Until now he hadn't noticed it, but he could easily tell the thick mist was a result of the high density of magical energy in the area.

It became worse as the World Tree increased the amount of energy being sent into the ground and air via its trunk and branches.

Harry felt as if the weight of the world was crashing down on his shoulders, as the magical energy in the area began to bear its weight down, but the sensation eventually passed.

While gasping for breath, after being caught by surprise due to the sudden reactions caused by the World Tree, Harry took quite some time before he noticed the structure nearby, and one he was rather familiar with.

"Hogwarts…?

But how can this be?!" screamed aloud Harry, with his thoughts a mess by the possible reasons for it to suddenly appear here, after all the version of Hogwarts in site matched up to the version from the Terra Dimension.