Ongoing Path – The Patriot Universe
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within. I merely play in the worlds and inside the bodies of the characters created by other writers.
Females bonded to Harry Potter in this universe:
Anne Howard is played by Lisa Brenner
Charlotte Selton is played by Joely Richardson
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1776, South Carolina, Not too distant from Charleston…
Harry integrated with his latest counterpart and found his new identity was that of Benjamin Martin, a prominent American war hero and plantation owner. Martin's form was also identical to that of William Wallace. The deity was clutching his counterpart's second eldest son, Thomas, a boy of fifteen while his oldest, Gabriel, was being carted off to be hung. The life was rapidly fading from Thomas's eyes. The death god ensured his new son's soul would not leave the mortal world and began repairing the internal damage.
"It's alright," Harry assured his other children who were standing nearby crying as their house burned in a whisper. "The shot missed any major organs. I'll have him fixed up in short order."
Seconds before the regiment of redcoats on the property executed the wounded continental soldiers who had been fighting for America's freedom from rule by Great Britain. The creature which had shot Thomas was none other than the counterpart of one Lucius Malfoy. As the plantation's workers, all freed slaves, were taken away to serve the British against their will Harry focused his power and reached out to the souls leaving the corporeal forms of the deceased soldiers. The souls were directed to several replicats waiting nearby and captured for placement back into a cloned body. The soldiers would be returned to their families in short order, unsure how they had gotten home but alive.
Harry withdrew from his pocket an Alteran hand-held healing device and set to work healing his son.
"What is that father?" Nathan inquired as he stared on in fascination.
"This is a machine I have built. It is highly complex but it is still a piece of technology. Basically it stimulates the parts of Thomas's body which are too small to see unaided to heal faster," the sorcerer explained.
As the Martin children watched their older brother opened his eyes and sat up, bringing his hands to his chest and feeling the lack of a wound where the round had passed clean through his body.
"Why am I not dead?" Thomas asked as he looked at his burning home and siblings.
"Father healed you," Margaret replied as she clutched her younger sister Susan to her side.
"Where are you going father?" Thomas demanded as he stood up.
"Stay with your siblings," the wizard ordered as he rushed into the burning house and quickly went about retrieving several things. A few minutes later the mage emerged laden with belongings. "Follow me children," the sorcerer commanded before leading his children to the tree line at the edge of the plantation. A hill rose up at this point. The god revealed a hidden bunker built into the hillside. "Margaret, keep your siblings safe in here until we return. Nathan, Thomas, you're with me."
Harry handed Nathan and Thomas a rifle apiece.
"Are these muskets father?" Thomas asked as he examined the sleek weapon.
"They function just like a musket but the ammunition is contained within this clip. You feed it into this compartment and arm the weapon like this," explained the warlock while demonstrating the mechanism on the run. "You'll find spare clips in these bags," added Harry as he tossed each boy a satchel. "The weapons will automatically chamber a round until the ammunition cartridges are empty. Do you understand?"
"Yes father," both boys answered in unison, not being raised stupid despite Thomas's earlier rash actions which resulted in his near death.
Harry had to be careful to stay at a slightly above human speed or he would have outdistanced his sons quickly. Despite the fact that their systems were being flooded with performance enhancing nanites the two Martin sons were not anywhere near their father's capability. Without even realizing it Nathan and Thomas were running faster than they had ever run before. They followed their father after the trail of the red coats that had taken their brother Gabriel.
"Here is a good spot," Harry stated as he drew to a stop at a concealed position overlooking the road where the caravan of red coats would pass. "After I fire the first shot you two need to start with the officers and work your way down in rank with your targets. Be aware, these guns are considerably more powerful than a musket. There will be a greater kickback from the guns than before as a result."
Exchanging a glance with his brother Thomas replied, "We understand father. We are ready for it."
"What have I told you boys about shooting?" Harry prompted in order to remind his sons that he had trained them in the shooting arts time and time again.
"Aim small, miss small," the two youths repeated, their nerves lessening as their training made itself known.
Soon enough a caravan came up the forested roadway, Gabriel secured to the back of a wagon which contained goods pilfered from the Martin plantation. After the leader of the caravan had reached the point of the tree Harry was hiding behind he peered around his concealment and took aim at the horseman. With the accuracy of his fantastical form Harry pressed the trigger of his weapon. A crack of what sounded like thunder went off in the forest and the target's head exploded as the round from the high powered rifle passed clean through the red coat's skull and brain matter. Two more cracks echoed in the forest as Nathan and Thomas each took out an officer. As the red coats still breathing gathered their wits enough to return fire Harry dropped three more in quick succession. When he had emptied the clip of his rifle the deity bellowed his rage and leapt from cover.
The nimble mage dodged any attempt at taking him down as the Earth around him was riddled with musket rounds. The fey closed the distance with his prey quickly and unsheathed the Adamantium claws his form always possessed after the reality where he lived as one of the X-Men. Nathan, Thomas, and Gabriel saw their father draw tomahawk and fighting knife thanks to his aura. The prey the death god stalked saw what their executioner truly wielded. The first redcoat the deity met lost his head with a quick swipe of the sharp nigh-indestructible claws. The second redcoat received a jab through the heart. Harry did a flip through the air, slashing two enemy soldiers in the neck as he spun upside down and coming down on a third. The fey slashed the ropes binding Gabriel as he got close while he tossed his son a hand gun.
The nanites flooding Gabriel's system guided his instincts and he raised the weapon to the nearest would be executioner. The redcoat dropped as a bullet imbedded in his brain from close range. Between Thomas, Nathan, and Harry's efforts Gabriel only had to drop a second redcoat before the whole contingent was dead. The speed and ferociousness of their father's assault astounded all three Martin sons.
"Are you alright son?" Harry asked Gabriel while sheathing his claws.
"Yes father," Gabriel replied. "I've never come across a musket like this. Where was it made?"
"I made it myself. I can explain more on the way. We need to retrieve your siblings and get to your Aunt Charlotte's," the fey instructed.
"Hello lover," Diz greeted as she arrived in the universe, appearing only to her husband and his replicat as the wizard and his three sons ran back towards their farm.
The beauty flew alongside her mate and turned so that she could kiss him in greeting, distracting his sons with a Notice-Me-Not charm.
"Hello to you too my love," the sorcerer greeted his red haired wife.
Diz was on her first tour out from the universe where she had become bonded to her divine mate as they battled the alien bugs that menaced the Earth of that reality.
"So did you leave that soldier alive to send a message?" Diz inquired as she was caught up to date on the events of that universe so far via her nanite link to her replicat.
Dizzy's personal replicat was updated by Aristotle.
"Yes, Tavington will get his first taste of the legend I will create to plague his efforts," Harry asserted.
"I find it odd that the counterpart of Lucius Malfoy is so obviously evil even in this universe," Diz observed, tapping into the replicat following Tavington while also knowing her husband wouldn't use that source of information.
The deity preferred to use his subconscious Second Sight to guide his path through a conflict these days instead of tapping into other sources of information and ruining the fun. The main job of the replicat watching Tavington was to ensure the murdering creature didn't die before the fey Potter wanted him to and to make sure Tavington didn't kill anyone who didn't deserve it. Tavington would be led to believe he had killed his opponents but those victims would be replaced by human-form replicats temporarily.
"I think we'd have to travel quite a ways through Between before we'd find a counterpart of Malfoy that wasn't an evil bastard," Harry suggested as he arrived back at the bunker and collected his family.
The mage soon has his children loaded into a wagon and set out for Charlotte's plantation. The attractive blond woman herself greeted the new arrivals warmly at the front door of her home.
"What happened? Thomas, are you injured?" Charlotte demanded when she saw the dried blood and tear in his shirt.
"Not anymore Aunt Charlotte," Thomas hastily assured as he noticed the disarray of his clothing for the first time.
"It's a long story Charlotte," Harry informed the sister of his counterpart's deceased wife. "Let's get the children settled and I can fill you in."
"Mmm…I'd bet you'd like to fill her in," suggested Diz with a suggestive grin for her man.
"I won't deny that," Harry agreed while helping the house staff settle his children.
As Benjamin explained the happenings briefly to her a short while later she noticed he was looking even more handsome than usual. Charlotte had been harboring a deep attraction for her sister's husband for some years now and secretly hoped he returned those feelings. Benjamin had been mourning her sister for far too long Charlotte thought. The man needed to learn to live again.
"Father," Nathan said as he lay in bed.
"Yes Nathan," Harry prompted.
"I killed those men," the teen pointed out with a somewhat shocked tone.
Harry sensed his son's emotions, satisfaction.
"You liked it didn't you," the fey probed.
"Yes," Nathan confirmed.
"That sensation upon killing will fade with time and experience. Hopefully you won't need to acquire much more experience son. Now get some rest," the sorcerer instructed before leaving the room.
Charlotte took Benjamin into the dining room and listened to his tale. Benjamin's story of healing Thomas with a machine was fantastical until he produced the device and proved its effectiveness by healing a scar on Charlotte's hand that she had possessed since childhood.
"You continuously surprise me Benjamin. I admire what you accomplished and am glad my nieces and nephews are safe," Charlotte said. "You should get some rest too."
"I will," the warlock assured.
The immortal fey and his wife no longer required sleep. The well trained witch helped her mate erect powerful wards to protect the plantation that night. Early the next morning Harry could be found sitting in Charlotte's foyer sharing tea with her when Gabrielle entered the room dressed for war.
"Gates and the Continental Army are at Hillsborough," Gabriel announced. "I'm joining up with them."
"Gabriel," Charlotte said in a warning tone.
"Go with my blessing then son. Just remember that I love you and will always be with you," Harry said while walking up and embracing his eldest son warmly.
Gabrielle exchanged a surprised look with Charlotte as he returned the embrace.
"You have no objection?" Gabrielle asked as the hug ended.
"What good would it do me to object Gabrielle? I know your mind is made up. Should something happen to you, which is quite likely, I do not want our last meeting to be an exchange of anger," Harry explained.
"Your manipulation abilities are so deliciously sexy," Diz declared as she sensed the seed of doubt planted in the young mortal blonde's mind concerning his survival in the coming conflict.
"Well, I'll be off then," Gabrielle said, hugging his aunt before leaving the room.
"That is not how I expected that encounter to go," Charlotte pointed out.
"If I forbade him to go then Gabrielle would have just wanted to go all the sooner in rebellion. By granting him my blessing his loses the pleasure of rebellious acts. By pointing out his low expectation for survival he will realize he is too young to throw his life away in marching on the field against the red coats," Harry explained.
"Benjamin, that is brilliant," Charlotte declared.
"Well now I must go and watch him to make sure my plan works. I'll also need to find a safer outlet for Gabrielle's thirst for glory and combat. I'll make sure he stays alive. Look after the children if you would," the fey requested.
"Of course," Charlotte agreed. "Stay safe," the woman added as she gathered her courage, stepped up to the handsome man, and kissed him affectionately on the cheek.
The blonde watched the veteran warrior say goodbye to his children and then go off to war.
Harry found his eldest son observing the field of battle where the two armies marched towards each other from a house nearby which overlooked the conflict. The home's owner had been riding away with all haste on a wagon just as Gabriel happened to be moving past. The Continentals and Red Coats marched merrily towards each other as heavy artillery bombarded the field. Meanwhile the flutes and drummers of the Red Coats merrily played away, unnerving their opponents. Gabriel had to look away as the first line of Red Coats went down to Continental fire yet the well trained Red Coats didn't slow their march forward. That was when Gabriel noticed his father's presence.
"I'm not going back," Gabrielle informed his sire.
"After seeing that I don't blame you," Harry replied as he moved closer to the window to watch. "I have an alternative idea for engaging the enemy which will be far more effective."
"What is it?" Gabrielle asked, realizing his father was far more intelligent than even his family had suspected.
"You'll see soon enough. First we must go have a conversation with Gates," Harry replied. "Let us be off and not waste further time."
The blonde teen followed his father out of the house and mounted up. The two men took off for the command location of the Continental Army in the south. When Gabriel and Harry rode up to the command center they witnessed what this time period called surgeons amputating limbs which had been hit with weapons fire.
"Aristotle, begin tasking human-forms with varying cover identities to act as surgeons and doctors. We don't need to amputate any limbs for our side with our medical technology. Just play it off as recent medical advancements. We'll see about restoring already amputated limbs after the war is over," Harry instructed.
"Yes Sir," the replicat responded as his creator searched out Colonel Harry Burwell.
Gabriel meanwhile had spotted a tattered and dirty American flag which was a long term salvage project.
"It's a lost cause," a wounded soldier sitting nearby told Gabriel.
Gabriel didn't respond verbally, just tucked the flag into his pack and followed his father. The stressed out Burwell looked up from his contemplation of the war effort when he heard his old friend Benjamin Martin enter the tent.
"Benjamin Martin, I'm in no mood for a lecture," Burwell declared.
"I heard about General Gates fleeing," Harry said. "I'm not here to lecture you. I'm sure you have enough on your plate with trying to lead the southern effort. I'm here to pull your ass out of this mess and win this war."
Walking over to a map table Burwell replied, "I'm not sure how you plan to do that. We're quite close to losing this war. In the north, Washington is running and hiding from 12,000 Red Coats near Morris Town. In the south, Cornwallis broke our back and captured five thousand of our men when he took Charlestown."
"We need to keep Cornwallis in the south so that he can't head north and finish off General Washington," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, if we can delay long enough the French have promised us assistance," Burwell explained.
"How many men did they commit?" Harry queried.
"A fleet and ten thousand men," Burwell replied.
"Excellent, we'll just have to hold off until then. How long do we have until the French forces are supposed to arrive?" The fey queried.
"Six months at the earliest," Burwell said. "I'm surprised at your attitude Benjamin. Given what happened between you and the French in the last war…"
"Well let's just say I have come to realize not all French are so bad. I especially love French women," Harry declared with a grin, thinking of the several French wives he was mated to.
"I'm glad to hear you say that because I'd like to introduce you to Major Jean Villeneuve, French 7th Lightfoot. He's here to help train the militia," Burwell explained as a man dressed in French blues stood up from a nearby chair and approached. "Jean, this is Benjamin Martin."
"The hero of Fort Wilderness," Jean said. "Your reputation precedes you."
"I should hope so," Harry replied with a feral grin. "What are Cornwallis' numbers?"
"Eight thousand infantry and around six hundred cavalry," Burwell explained as he started writing on a piece of parchment. "I'm giving you a field commission as a Colonel. You'll be in charge of the militia."
"Might I request Sir that you transfer my son here under my command," Harry requested.
"Done," Burwell answered before Gabriel could protest.
"Thank you," Harry said as he took the commission papers.
As father and son left the tent Gabriel began, "Colonel, I've been a soldier now for two years as a scout, a horsemen, marksman, and scavenger. I could be of better service with the regulars."
"Where did you learn all of that riding, shooting, and scavenging?" Harry inquired.
"My father taught me," Gabriel replied quietly as the two men mounted their horses.
"He also taught you ever dear path and swamp path between here and Charlestown. Which is why he asked for your transfer," Harry pointed out. "We'll cover more ground splitting up. You'll take Harrisburg, Penville, and Wakefield. I'll start on the north side of the Santee and we'll meet at Old Spanish Mission in Black Swamp."
As Gabriel rode off Jean rode up beside his new commanding officer. The mage didn't even try to converse with the Frenchman because the telepath could sense the disdain Jean currently held him in. Meanwhile the god employed other ways to ensure his son stayed safe than just a replicat.
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Gabriel was riding hard through one of the numerous swamps that darted the region. Suddenly the young soldier found himself off his horse with a dark haired stranger standing over him. The stranger had the brightest green eyes which held an obvious intelligence. Gabrielle guessed the man's age to be a year greater than his own. The man also had a rugged fierce look about him. This was not a man to be tangled with Gabriel surmised as he struggled to shake off his daze and catch his breath from being knocked off his horse.
"Well what do we have here? You're definitely no Red Coat," Harry declared.
The man Gabriel beheld was none other than the sex god in birth form. By this point in his life the deity had learned to control his various counterparts simultaneously with his divine powers instead of relying on time travel. Harry was simultaneously controlling his second body in this universe as he was recruiting with Jean and living dozens of other lives throughout the multi-verse.
"No, I'm not," Gabriel managed to get out between gasps for breathe.
"Sorry about that. One can't be too careful," Harry replied as he held out a hand for the blonde. "You aren't a loyalist are you?"
"No, I'm not," Gabriel assured. "Who are you?"
"My name is Harry, Harry Potter," the sorcerer replied. "I'm on my way to join up with the militia."
"Then it is fortunate we met. I'm recruiting for the militia. Why don't you come with me and then you can meet up with my commander who is heading the militia when we are done," Gabriel proposed.
"I suppose that could work," Harry agreed. "Let me retrieve my horse," the god added before he went off out of sight and returned shortly on a beautiful black mount that was in fact Aristotle in horse form.
Gabrielle and Harry talked as they rode and became fast friends. The first village the pair arrived at had three men hanging from a tree. The sound of the villagers singing could be heard coming from the church. Gabriel led the way in because he knew some of these villagers personally. As the congregation seated itself at the end of their hymn Gabriel and Harry came to a stop where everyone could see them.
"Reverend, with your permission I'd like to make an announcement," Gabriel requested.
"Young man, this is a house of god," Reverend Oliver replied.
"I understand that Reverend, I apologize," Gabriel assured. "This is important. The South Carolina Militia is being called up. I'm here to enlist every man willing."
"Son, we are here to pray for the souls of those men hanging outside," Reverend Oliver objected as he stepped down from his lectern.
Harry signaled for Gabriel to let him speak and the blonde inclined his head slightly.
"My name is Harry Potter," the mage began. "The Red Coats slaughtered my entire village while I was out hunting simply because we provided aid to the Continentals. They burned my friends and family alive. I tracked down and killed every one of those thirty-two bastards involved yet it isn't enough. I know they could do it to other villagers who stand up to their tyranny."
"That sounds like all the more reason for us to not get involved," objected Dan Scott.
"Would you rather die slaughtered like cattle or die fighting with a blade in your hand?" Harry asked Scott pointedly. "King George is a bully. How do you respond to a bully?"
"Beat them down," Scott admitted.
Harry was not unaware of the admiring looks he was receiving from Anne Howard, an attractive young woman that had known Gabriel as a child. Anne's twin sister, Beth, was giving Gabriel admiring glances.
"It appears your plan worked," Diz mused.
"We won't know for sure for another universe or two," Harry replied. "But I sense you are right."
The plan the red haired woman spoke of was one her husband had come up with to deal with situations involving potential mates who were already attached to another man. Instead of relying on Soulstars too much or double mergers the god's subconscious was instead guiding his senses to scan reality clusters and seek out universes where the desired women came in pairs. Harry sensed that if he had not implemented his newest technique then it would have been Anne admiring Gabriel instead of himself.
"You will stand a better chance of protecting your families if you receive training," Harry pointed out. "The only way we will stop being bullied is to show King George and other nations that we aren't afraid to fight back."
The god's aura was conveying his intent on a whole different level and it inspired the mortals to his cause.
"Well I suppose I had better back up my words with action," Dan Scott said as he stood. "I've debated freedom from tyranny with you all enough in recent times. It's time to fight back."
Harry may have guided Dan Scott's words with a bit of prompting but it had the desired effect.
"Who else is with us?" Gabrielle asked.
Other men began to stand one by one or in groups of two in the case of fathers and sons. Eventually most of the able men in the church were standing.
"That's what I'm talking about," Harry muttered with a grin.
Shortly after, the congregation broke up so that the men could go make ready to depart.
"I want to ask permission to write Beth Howard," Gabrielle informed his new friend Harry nervously while the two recruiters waited for the men to say goodbye to their families.
"Her sister has caught my eye as well. What's her name?" Harry queried because he shouldn't know the young woman's name in a conventional world.
"That's Anne," Gabrielle supplied. "Do you want to write her as well? I can work it into my request," the blonde suggested, finding it easier not being the only one to ask.
"Sure, why not," Harry agreed.
Gabrielle and Harry approached the father of the two young women who couldn't take their eyes off the two recruiters.
"Mr. Howard, my friend Harry and I would like to ask your permission to write your daughters. I would like to write Beth and Harry would like to write Anne," Gabrielle managed to get out nervously.
The addressed store owner blinked several times and raised a cone to his bad ears while saying, "Hey."
Harry could tell Howard had heard but was just trying to give the young men a hard time.
"May we have permission to write your daughters Mr. Howard?" Harry spoke up in a clear deep voice that the store owner couldn't help but here.
The voice resonated deeply inside of Mr. Howard and his family.
"Yes, you have permission to write us," Anne agreed with a smile.
"To write us father," Beth emphasized.
"Oh write them," Howard said. "Very well," the man agreed while eying Harry curiously. "I suppose no harm will come of them from letters."
"Thank you Mr. Howard," both recruiters said together.
As the militia men mounted up the good Reverend Oliver was discovered by his congregation to be joining the militia.
"A shepherd must tend his flock," Oliver declared. "And at times, fight off the wolves," the man added resolutely before mounting his horse.
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Meanwhile Harry and his French comrade had reached a particular tavern where the mage figured there would be plenty of fighters to recruit.
"Are you sure this is the right place to recruit for a militia?" Jean asked as he eyed the rowdy bunch with obvious disapproval.
"I'll show you why this is the perfect place," Harry replied with a knowing grin. "God save King George," the mage called a moment later. All music stopped and the men in the tavern stood and faced the target of their mutual animosity, many drawing pistols. A knife was thrown and the mage caught it. "Settle down lads. I was just showing my French companion here why this was a good place to find people who hated that pampered bastard King George. The first person who fires a shot at me will quickly find himself dead. You can tell the angels or demons, whichever place you end up, Benjamin Martin sent you to their domain."
To emphasize his point the warrior whipped the knife back at the man who had thrown it, sending the blade less than a millimeter above the mortal's skull to embed deeply into the wooden post there. The god's aura of intimidation reinforced the threat in his words and tone. The mortals felt the chill of death in the air and subsided.
"It makes me so wet when you do things like that," Diz told her husband. With a positively sultry grin the god bent reality to his will, sending his shape-shifted extended tongue through a wormhole and into his wife's core. The mortals didn't notice a thing due to Harry's aura but his wife certainly did. After she had recovered from her orgasm Diz declared, "You walking into my life was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Harry grinned before declaring, "Alright lads…who wants to join the militia and kill some redcoats?"
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Harry sat at a table with the recruitment lists as he processed the volunteers.
"Any bounty," one of Martin's old comrades asked when his turn at the table came.
"There's no scalp money this time Rollins. But you can keep or sell back to me the muskets and gear of any redcoat you kill," Harry replied.
Rollins spit from the tobacco he was chewing and then signed up.
"I think Jean has lost his appetite," Diz observed from where she was floating while sitting with her legs crossed in the air next to her husband.
"That is a rather nasty habit," Harry pointed out.
"True…you should banish tobacco from this universe," Diz suggested.
"Done," Harry agreed, altering the fabric of reality of that universe with his Ascended abilities.
An older man with a pipe came to the table after Rollins left.
"They hanged my brother down at Awkworth," the man began. "Every damn one of them Redcoats deserves to die. I wouldn't last the first skirmish with all of my ailments. But you can have my negro. Occam, get over here." The slave came at his master's summons. "He ain't overly smart but is strong as a bull."
"I'd like you to make your mark Occam. I don't care if it isn't your actual name. I just want a mark," Harry said to the slave.
"I just signed him over to you," Occam's former master pointed out.
"Call it one of my quirks. I want Occam to make his own mark," Harry replied.
Occam scribbled his mark and earned a nod of approval from the war hero.
Next a little red haired boy stepped up to the table and announced, "I'm going to kill me some Redcoats."
"Aww…he's so cute," Diz mentally squealed.
"I believe you would do it given the chance," Harry agreed.
"Your time will come son," the boy's father another old comrade of Benjamin Martin's, John Billings, said as he moved his son to the side. "There's a story going around about twenty Redcoats getting slaughtered by a ghost or some other creature which carried a Cherokee tomahawk. Would you happen to know anything about that?"
"John Billings…aren't you a little up there in years to be putting your money on ghost stories?" Harry answered with a grin.
Billings chuckled before signing his name.
"Same old Benjamin Martin," Billings declared.
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The tavern group was the first to reach the old Spanish mission but Gabrielle's group of villagers arrived soon enough.
"How many men did you recruit?" Harry asked Gabriel as the blonde joined his father at the front of the mission ruins.
"Thirteen," Gabriel replied. "These men…they aren't the sort we need for the militia," the blonde added as John Billings walked towards the fire Harry was sitting at.
"They're exactly the sort we need," the sorcerer assured. "They have experience in this kind of conflict."
"What about me? Am I one of that sort?" Billings asked.
"Hell no…you're the sort that gives that sort a bad name but you scare the pants off of the enemy," Harry assured.
Billings chuckled in response.
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"I'm going to put you through training more brutal than you could possibly conceive of," Harry began, addressing his unit the next day in an open field near the tree line. "When we're done you will fight as a cohesive team that will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. We will be a unit of ghosts. These Redcoat bastards won't even know we're attacking them until most of their number is already dead. I will be teaching you tactics to conceal yourselves from detection for ambush, hand to hand combat, and how to use the new type of musket I've developed among other things."
"New type of musket," Jean said inquiringly, curious because this was the first he had heard of a new weapon.
In response Harry drew a compact firearm from a crate that had arrived along with many others of its kind on a wagon that morning.
"I call it a P90 submachine gun," Harry declared before turning to a nearby group of straw targets shaped like men and unloading the clip.
The mortals watched on in surprise and awe as the dummies were cut down. The dummies were efficiently and lethally dispatched. When Harry began their instruction the mortals paid suitable attention to their brilliant commander's lessons.
"They're all restored to perfect health and have the enhancements we selected," Diz informed her husband shortly after the men began training.
The enhancements would give the men of the militia unit more endurance, slightly accelerated healing, better awareness of their surroundings, heightened reflex, slightly heightened strength, and better memories including muscle memory.
"Now this training should go much more quickly," Harry sent.
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Two weeks later…
The men of Martin's unit were undergoing their first test as a unit. Spit into teams of four the men were arrayed around the ambush site. A team of snipers consisting of two shooters and two spotters were putting their accelerated special forces training to good use and covering their unit. The rest of the men were concealed in the woods using camouflage gear as the rain lightly fell around them. The two Redcoat officers on the horses went down first via the snipers. The Special Forces trained militia unit then opened up on the two rows of British soldiers surrounding the supply wagon.
The enemy dropped like dummies with their strings cut. The wagon's driver was the last to fall without ever knowing where the attack came from, his brains forcefully pushed out of his skull by a sniper round.
"That was rather anticlimactic but effective," Diz observed.
"If it's a climax you wanted then why didn't you just say so," Harry teased his wife before hitting her with a pleasure bolt.
"Epic Sir," Aristotle declared as Diz twitched and moaned on the group next to where her husband was concealed after having gunned down several Redcoats.
"I thought so," Harry said.
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Over the following weeks and months the ambush tactic would be used many times successfully. Each time the unit was careful to leave little trace of their physical presence other than the corpses of the enemy soldiers. Even the bullets were dug out of the corpses so that the British wouldn't learn the secret of the easily stored rounds.
More men joined Martin's Unit also known as Ghost Unit. Harry began writing to Anne Howard while Gabriel began writing to Beth Howard.
The mage's first letter read something like this:
Dear Anne,
I know you do not know me but I found you certainly caught my eye when you saw me in the church. You know my village was slaughtered along with my family. I have sworn to avenge their deaths many times over and to hopefully bring this war to a close with fewer losses on our side. I enjoy studying science, reading both fiction and non-fiction, and dabbling in writing as well.
Our cause goes well. Our commander is a brilliant tactician and soldier. We have felled many an enemy soldier with no loss on our side. I suspect our paths will cross in the future when my duty brings me closer to you.
Affectionately Yours,
Harry Potter
A replicat in the shape of a certain snowy owl carried the letters to Anne and retrieved her own letters whenever she wrote them. The young woman thought the creature was exceptionally clever. Athena, as Anne had named the owl, stayed with Anne whenever the owl wasn't conveying letters. The replicat provided companionship and also a form of watching over Anne.
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The first ambush that really deviated from routine happened in a swamp on a bright day. The two dozen Redcoats were escorting two wagons full of goods. The two dozen men of Ghost Unit coordinated their targets and killed an enemy apiece. There was no one left within seconds of the commencement of the attack. It was while trying to search the supply wagons that the deviation occurred. The first sign of the cargo was two Great Danes protecting one of the wagons.
"Just shoot the damn things," John Billings shouted at Rollins.
As Rollins prepared to drop the dogs with single bursts from his P90 Harry arrived on the scene and ordered, "Hold your fire man."
"They won't let anybody near the wagons," Billings pointed out.
"Calm down…Harry here will take care of the dogs," Benjamin-Harry suggested.
Younger-Harry walked up and said to the dogs, "Here boys." The Danes jumped down from the wagon and walked sedately over the green eyed male. "Good dogs," he added while giving the canines a rubdown.
"Well I'll be damned," Rollins declared.
"Harry has a way with animals," Benjamin-Harry informed the soldier.
"No wonder there were so many guards for these two wagons…there are officers uniforms in here," Dan Scott announced while examining the contents of the wagon.
"And the wagons also contain the personal correspondence and journals of Cornwallis," Harry added after scanning the wagons.
"How about we drink the wine and eat the dogs," Billings suggested.
"Eat the dogs?" A surprised Reverend Oliver questioned.
"Dog is a good meal," Benjamin-Harry replied teasingly.
"Good heavens," the amazed Reverend said, earning a chuckle from Billings.
"I don't think Harry would like you eating the dogs. Give him time and he'll have them trained into fine attack animals," Benjamin-Harry announced. "But I can see no reason why we shouldn't drink the wine. It is Cornwallis' personal supply after all."
The collective grin on the unit's faces was immense at this news.
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Old Spanish Mission later that night…
As night fell, a fine party was going at the encampment site for the militia in the ruins of the old mission.
"I have some maps for you Sir," one of the younger recruits from Anne's village told Benjamin-Harry as Gabriel sowed the flag he had retrieved from near Colonel Burwell's tent.
"Put them down over there," Benjamin-Harry instructed.
"I still don't like the idea of giving firearms to slaves," Dan Scott grumbled as he helped move the loot from the recent raid while Occam cleaned his weapon.
"He wouldn't be a slave if the people of our country hadn't made him that way," Younger-Harry rebutted.
"I didn't realize you were a slave lover," Scott replied with a sneer.
"Before this war is over you will be changing your tune," Younger-Harry assured.
Scott walked away in disgust.
"Don't listen to him," Gabriel told Occam as the black man sat down at the fire. "If we win this war a lot of things will change."
"What will change?" Occam inquired calmly, used to worse treatment from white people.
"They call this land the new world. There isn't any difference between this world and the old as things stand. But we'll have the opportunity to build a new world if we win," Gabriel explained. "This will be a world where all man are created equal under god."
"Even if it became law that all men are equal right this minute you would still have idiots like Scott. They enjoy the power they have over your people Occam. But if you fight hard for the rights of your people it can be won someday," Younger-Harry assured.
Benjamin-Harry stepped out of the little office he had set up in the back of the mission, an office missing several walls and a roof.
"Cornwallis is a warfare genius. But fortunately for us he can't anticipate what our militia unit has brought to the table," Benjamin-Harry announced. "He's also quite arrogant because of his victories, specifically at Charlestown and Camden."
"Is that his weakness?" Gabriel asked.
"We can exploit his weakness of pride to begin with," Benjamin-Harry agreed with his son.
"Personally I'd rather stupidity was his weakness," Jean declared.
With a grin Benjamin-Harry asserted, "Everyone looks stupid when compared to me."
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Middle-Place North Carolina…
"You look good in that uniform," Benjamin-Harry teased Jean as the Frenchman and Gabriel rowed away from the British's supply ship after the small unit had just planted explosives all throughout the ship.
"This uniform smells bad," Jean replied.
"I'm not surprised since it was formerly worn by a dead man," Gabriel pointed out.
"Who wants to do the honors?" Benjamin-Harry inquired as he held up the remote detonator for several small blocks of C4 planted on the vessel the unit was rowing away from.
"Allow me," Jean requested. After taking the small detonator the Frenchman said, "Your inventions still astound me. It's both wonderful and terrifying that this small device will slaughter dozens of British scum and hinder their efforts significantly."
"Just trigger the detonation already," Younger-Harry urged from his spot in the back of the boat.
Jean did so and was rewarded by a violent detonation that shot a violent wall of sound, air, and fire out of the vessel targeted. The ship ripped apart within seconds of the rapid velocity explosive being triggered.
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Pembroke…
The members of the militia from Pembroke were reunited with their families after Benjamin-Harry had granted the company a short leave while supplies were obtained. Gabriel and Younger-Harry immediately went to the Howard residence after arriving in town.
After walking in the door and garnering the attention of the town general store's proprietor, Harry said, "Mr. Howard we've come to call on your daughters."
Some instinct told Howard not to fake being hard of hearing with the dark haired soldier coming to call on Anne. If it had just been Gabriel the proprietor might have given the blonde a hard time. But there was something different about the mysterious Harry Potter.
"Hello Harry," Anne greeted her favorite male with a warm smile as she stepped into the store's front room.
"Hello Gabriel," Beth added as she too appeared.
"Hello ladies," Harry greeted while Gabriel added his greetings.
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"It's nearly finished," Anne assured Harry as Mrs. Howard stitched up the cloth bundling bag that was meant to keep him from getting frisky with Anne. "Gabriel was already in another bag in Beth's bed. Luckily the two sisters had separate rooms."
"You have no need to worry father," Anne said, her demeanor innocent and holding no hint of what she intended to do to the wizard after her parents had retired for the night.
It turned out Anne was quite the naughty young woman. She had been whispering her intentions towards her suitor the entire evening. During dinner Anne had been feeling Harry up under the table.
"Oh…I know," Mr. Howard said without sounding very confident.
"There, it's finished," Mrs. Howard declared as she stood and took the candle on the nightstand with her. Anne gave her parents a look that clearly meant they were to go away. "Come dear," Mrs. Howard instructed her husband. "Don't worry Peter. I sow better than my mother did."
"I certainly hope so," Mr. Howard whispered as he joined his wife in bed.
As soon as the door closed Anne's lips were on Harry's with fervor. The couple kissed intently for half a minute before Anne pulled back to breathe.
"Let's get you out of that bag so that you can spend the night with me like any passionate man should," Anne whispered. "We'll need to be quiet though because my parents are just in the next room."
"Don't worry…I slipped them something at dinner that will ensure they will sleep soundly," Harry assured while his knife sliced through the binding of the bag.
With a sultry smile Anne whispered, "Harry Potter you devious man, I do so love you."
"And I you," the mage assured as his arms encircled the beauty's waist.
After the couple kissed some more, their tongues dueling, Anne whispered between pants, "I'm not wearing anything under this gown Mr. Potter."
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The next morning and the mage was back in the bag sown up before Anne's mother arrived. The stitching was even identical to that which was torn out the night before. Younger-Harry got dressed and then went to help the other soldiers load the supplies onto the wagon.
"Here is for the supplies," Benjamin-Harry informed Peter Howard as he handed the proprietor the cost of the supplies plus a generous tip.
"You don't need to do that," Peter objected.
"Nonsense Peter," Benjamin-Harry rebutted. "You've always been good to me and these are hard times. Don't worry. It will not hurt me any."
"If you're sure," Peter agreed hesitantly, admitting to himself that these were hard times with the war going on. "Gabriel sure reminds me a lot of you."
Gabriel and Younger-Harry were saying goodbye to Beth and Anne as the two fathers watched on.
"Gabriel is more like his mother than I. Corporals, take your time," Benjamin-Harry called before taking his leave.
"Come on, we'd best be going," Younger-Harry called to Gabriel after giving his newest wife one more kiss goodbye. "Why on Earth are your teeth stained with ink and Beth's teeth as well?"
"It's a prank," Gabriel replied while looking over his shoulder and smiling at Beth.
Younger-Harry merely shook his head as the two soldiers mounted their horses and began to ride away. The two males rode up to the front of the militia on either side of Benjamin-Harry.
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"This road is closed and these wagons now belong to the Continental Army," Benjamin-Harry informed the lead Red Coat marching in front of the two wagons the militia were currently ambushing.
"Ready arms," called the lead Red Coat.
"Teams one and two," Harry called.
Two teams of four armed with P90s and wearing terrain camouflage appeared out of the brush bordering the roadway.
"By twos," the Red Coat called and the group of his men spread out.
Harry didn't waste his breath because he could sense the ambush set for the militia.
"I advise you and your men to make way," the Red Coat called as his men pulled the tops of the wagons and groups of more enemy soldiers poured out of the back.
Just then the dragoons made their presence known at the top of the nearest ridge. Benjamin-Harry opened up on the enemy with his P90.
"Fire and fall back," Benjamin-Harry ordered his men.
Between the two Harrys the men were sufficiently covered while the group fell back. Any musket round which would have been fatal to the militia was intercepting by a telekinetic shield projected by the god. Several of the men received flesh wounds in limbs where their body armor did not cover but they would live. The teams that had remained concealed also laid down cover fire.
Younger-Harry and Gabriel tossed out flash bang grenades and smoke grenades which sufficiently confused the enemy that the militia could make good their escape. The dragoons' mounts balked at the strange flash bangs and sound of automatic weapons fire. Dan Scott went down to a round to the back of one leg but Occam picked the man up who had been one of his greatest critics.
"Down the stream bed," Benjamin-Harry ordered his men while he set off several planted charges meant to confuse and distract the enemy.
Several of the dragoons even went down in the explosions that resulted as the militia drove their horses down the small stream that wound through the nearby woods.
As soon as the group rode up to the Old Spanish Mission Benjamin-Harry directed those helping the three wounded men, "Set them down over there."
Removing the same Alteran hand-held healing device he had used on Thomas, the warrior approached the injured men.
"What is that?" Dan Scott asked as Benjamin-Harry gestured Occam to turn the injured man on his side.
"It's a machine just like your P90 but far more complex. It will stimulate your healing. Hold still," the god urged as he activated the healing device with the power of his mind and will.
The device activated a powerful magnetic field and ripped the musket round out of Scott's leg but not before generating a field which dulled the pain. Scott's expression went from pained to amazed as his commander activated the healing field. The bloody wound rapidly healed up.
"It's a miracle from God," the observing Reverend Oliver declared.
Many of the watching soldiers were agreeing with this declaration.
"Thank you," Scott said as his injury was completely repaired without even a scar.
The healer simply nodded before going to work on the other two men. Benjamin-Harry repaired a shoulder wound and a wound to the left forearm.
"Get some sleep men. What happened today wasn't a loss for us. It was a learning experience for both our side and the enemy. We learned that they are adapting and attempting to close up their vulnerabilities," Benjamin-Harry announced.
"What did the enemy learn?" Gabriel asked his father.
"That we are not so easily trapped and can more than defend ourselves. They learned the cost of confronting us head on," the mage answered. "They lost dozens of soldiers and we didn't lose one."
The men cheered, their spirits bolstered at the facts of the recent conflict. The soldiers stayed up for a while but most decided to settle down in short order. Those who had been contemplating leaving after the recent ambush by the Red Coats thought better of such a move after the revelation of their commander's healing capabilities.
"That was some show you put on back there and that is a most unusual device you used," Jean said as he caught up with the commander in the back of the mission. When his statement was met with no response and simply a stare from the plantation owner the Frenchman got to the point. "Could you make more of those devices for the doctors of the Continental Army?"
What Jean really wanted was healing devices for the French army.
"I could but they do not possess the knowledge to use these devices and should my technology fall into the wrong hands this war will seem like nothing," Benjamin-Harry assured.
Jean simply nodded his head in acknowledgement of the response, having expected something like that but feeling he had to try and ask.
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When Harry learned of the enemy's plan to begin going after the families of the militia in retribution for the outcome of the latest skirmish with the Red Coats he was glad Diz was monitoring their movements. Harry arrived at Charlotte's plantation in his younger form shortly after the other soldiers had gone to sleep in the swamp at the Old Spanish Mission.
"What can I do for you Sir?" One of Charlotte's servants asked as he met the rider in front of the manor house.
"I've come to warn you. The militia believes the Red Coats are coming after our families. I was sent ahead to warn you all and to direct you to safety. Here is a map," Harry explained while passing the servant the map and a letter from Lieutenant Martin so your mistress will know I speak the truth. You should leave as quickly as you can, taking only what is absolutely necessary. My company is going to try to head the enemy off but it might not be possible. I must go warn the other families."
"Thank you Sir. I will take this to my mistress swiftly," the servant assured.
Harry nodded before guiding his mount off at a fast pace. The mage could have easily used faster means to warn and collect all the people but doing so would require explaining how this was accomplished. Besides, Aristotle was an exceptionally fast mount and would never tire like a traditional steed.
"Why not just teleport to the next location and wait cloaked before appearing and riding in instead of covering the distance like a mundane," Diz suggested.
"I suppose that could work or better yet," Harry said as he lifted into the air, flying off of Aristotle. "Continue running the route Aristotle," the god directed. "Project a hologram of me on your back and I'll fly over you. Riding a horse for so long can't be good for the bits."
"Yes Sir," the replicat in equestrian form agreed as the hologram appeared on his back.
It was interesting seeing a horse's mouth form words.
Flying closer to her husband Diz purred into his ear, "We wouldn't want to do any damage to your bits. Let's see if I can keep you occupied during the times between stops."
The woman proved that she had the necessary skill to do as she suggested and that aerial sex was exceptionally fun. Harry warned more and more people and saw that they departed quickly from their homes with only the belongings they could carry. The next morning the scouts received word of the attacks on the homes of the militia.
"Tavington has somehow obtained a list of our men and is attacking our homes. We have heard he has attacked seven homes along the Santee so far," Reverend Oliver announced.
John Billings raced towards his horse before Benjamin-Harry called him to a stop with, "John…wait!" It was only out of respect for his long time friend and current commander that Billings stopped and turned. "I feared this might happen sooner or later so have had Harry riding all night sending our families to a refugee camp I have established. Your families was one of the first warned."
"I still have to make sure they got out alright," John asserted as he mounted his horse.
Harry nodded and mounted up as well. The rest of the militia did likewise. The group rode hard towards Billings' farm. When they arrived they found the farm was a burned out ruin. John immediately scanned the ruins and noticed the items which were absent including a wagon he knew his wife would have taken.
"My family wasn't here. Harry must have warned them in time. Let's check the rest," John urged.
The group rode along the path the younger form of the mage had taken and found that all the targeted families had gotten out safe. It appeared as if Tavington may have only had a partial list. Only the families of those who had fought with Benjamin Martin in the French and Indian War were targeted. As such the newer comrades of Martin felt safe enough to allow their families to stay put for the time being. Harry granted his men a one week furlough to visit with their families.
A group of the militia whose families had escaped to the refugee camp rode for that location. The camp was comprised of a cluster of wooden shacks built on the beach at the edge of the ocean. Harry's children came screaming up to him with excitement and enveloped him in a hug when they spotted him. Only Susan stayed back.
"Thank you for taking care of them," Harry said to Charlotte before separating himself from the group of his children and walking towards Susan.
"Of course," Charlotte answered, happy to see the gorgeous father of her nieces and nephews.
The deity could sense his youngest child's displeasure with him for leaving her. She had been terrified he wouldn't come back and had given up hope. Before Susan could turn and run away, the sorcerer moved fast enough to snatch her up in his arms.
Susan only struggled for half a second before the comforting feel of her father's aura enveloped her. The little girl couldn't quite understand that was what she was feeling but she did know she felt completely safe and loved in her father's arms.
"I'll always come back to you Susan," Harry whispered in the little blonde's ear.
"How can you be sure?" Susan whispered with tears brimming in her eyes.
The warlock took himself and his daughter outside of time. To Susan it appeared as if the world had stopped moving around her.
"Can you keep a secret Susan?" Harry queried, knowing she could. When Susan nodded while clutching her doll and staring at the world frozen around her father said, "I know I will always come back to you because I have magic. You must not tell anyone for now. I'm going to give you a new friend. Her name is Tabby." A replicat appeared so only Susan and her father could see it. "Tabby will keep you company and safe. Only you and I can see her."
"I love her," Susan declared before rushing forward and hugging the quite large cat.
"I love you too Susan," Tabby responded, startling the girl enough that she fell back on her bum with wide eyes.
"Tabby is a very special cat Susan. You'll find she can do many magical things as you get to know each other. Now everything is going to go back to normal around us. If you want to talk to Tabby in the presence of others just think what you want to say to her and she can hear you. She can also talk to you in the same way," Harry instructed.
"Like this," Tabby added, projecting thoughts into the mind of her mistress.
From the perspective of the others watching Susan's grin when she parted from her father's hug was simply radiant.
"You are so amazing with her. She was really angry with you for leaving," Charlotte informed Harry as he stood and approached her.
"I have had much practice at diffusing the temper of a child," Harry assured. "Now, how about some food and I'll tell you of what has been happening lately," the mage proposed.
"I'd like that," Charlotte agreed.
It was an enjoyable meal for all. The next day after Harry had helped his two youngest sons spear fish Gabrielle met him at the edge of the water.
After sitting down on a fallen log Gabrielle inquired, "Father, what made you change?"
"In what way have I changed?" Harry questioned.
"You have become…more confident and easygoing. You have also become a genius," Gabrielle pointed out.
"I was always a genius son. I just hid it from the world. After your mother passed I became driven to use my intelligence to ensure if I ever did find love again that she wouldn't die from the same illness as your mother. The healing device I used to save Thomas and have used on the wounded is the product of my drive. A woman can have a powerful affect on a man," Harry explained.
"I can understand that," Gabrielle said. "Father, Beth and I are engaged. She and her family will be here soon so that we can be wed. In fact," the blonde male began before nodding towards a particular direction. "There they are now."
The Howards were visible approaching in a wagon, a sentry for the refugee camp trailing behind on a horse to escort them in.
"Congratulations son," the deity answered with a grin.
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"Anne Patricia Howard and Beth Katrina Howard, will you have your respective men to be your husbands, to live in the covenant of marriage? Will you love, comfort, and honor them for so long as you both shall live?" Reverend Oliver asked several hours later.
"I do," both twins said in unison, smiling at their mates.
"Gabriel Edward Martin and Harry James Potter, will you have your respective women to be your wives, to live in the covenant of marriage? Will you love, comfort, and honor them for so long as you both shall live?" Reverend Oliver asked the two warriors.
"I will," both men repeated in unison.
"Then by the power vested in me by our mutual faith in the lord our god, I now pronounce both couples man and wife," Oliver declared.
Harry and Anne kissed while Gabriel and Beth did likewise to the clapping of the audience. Then the partying began as the sun started to set. Benjamin-Harry gave Beth a necklace representing the North Star which had belonged to Gabriel's mother. As the newlywed couple went off to dance Benjamin-Harry spotted Charlotte sitting under a pavilion overlooking the ocean away from the festivities. He approached her.
"May I sit with you?" Harry queried.
"It's a free country…or at least it will be," Charlotte replied. After a few moments of silence the woman looked at the sorcerer and said, "I am not my sister."
"My dear Charlotte, I was married to your sister for many years. I knew her very well and I have come to know you quite well in the time we have spent together," Harry assured. "I know the difference between the two of you. You are both quite unique."
Charlotte found herself entranced by the handsome man's gaze. His eyes held a depth of knowledge and power she had never before seen in any other man. There was also desire which she hoped was for her. Then his lips were upon hers, claiming her mouth as his. Charlotte eagerly returned the kiss.
"Let's go somewhere more private," Harry suggested when the kiss broke so that the mortal woman could breath.
Charlotte nodded her agreement as she allowed her companion to pull her to her feet and guide her off down the beach. The couple found a patch of private beach sheltered on both sides by rocks. Aristotle had prepared the spot earlier in anticipation for his creator's use. The couple began to disrobe each other while exchanging tender kisses.
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The next morning the soldiers had to head back to the fight. Harry had a rather passionate goodbye with his wives. Diz would be taking Charlotte through her orientation and the blonde newly made immortal was eagerly looking forward to it.
"I wish you did not have to go," Anne told her husband after a tender kiss.
"I am always with you," Harry assured. "In here," the mage added while laying his right hand on her heart.
As her lover laid his hand upon her breast bone she felt a warming sensation in her heart and her love for him flowed over her thoughts of worry and longing for him not to leave.
Leaning up so that her mouth was next to her mate's ear Anne whispered, "I wish you were always in other parts of me."
The purr in Anne's voice promised much pleasure. Younger-Harry grinned as he mounted his horse while Gabriel mounted up as well.
"Marriage is great," Gabriel declared with a grin that matched his friend's expression.
"Yes it is," Harry agreed.
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When the soldiers arrived back at the Old Spanish Mission many of their comrades were already waiting. The rest soon showed up. Not a single man deserted.
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A sense of trepidation stole over Anne's heart as she sat in the back of their family wagon with her sister upon her return from the sisters' wedding. The reason for this trepidation was the sight of numerous redcoats riding horses through their town up ahead. And these were not just any redcoats but Dragoons. Other regular soldiers were on the ground. One of the soldiers rode up to the wagon when Peter Howard pulled into town and slowed down.
"Everyone has been requested to gather at the church," the Dragoon announced.
"Mr. Wilkins?" Peter said questioningly, recognizing the member of the local church who had not been to a service in several weeks.
Wilkins lived on a farm some distance from town.
"Colonel Tavington wishes to address the whole village," Wilkins added, uncomfortable with his current assignment among his former neighbors.
Soon everyone was gathered in the church. Moments later Tavington rode his horse right into the church, disrespecting the sanctity of the holy house. The Dragoon commander removed his helmet.
"This town has given aid to Benjamin Martin and his rebels. I wish to know his whereabouts. So…anyone who comes forward may be forgiven their treason," Tavington declared. There was silence as nobody responded. "Very well…you had your chance," the Colonel said before turning his mount to leave.
"Wait," Mr. Hardwick shouted as he ran to the front of the crowd. "This man gives Martin and his rebels supplies," Hardwick added while pointing to Peter Howard.
"Quiet," Peter barked.
"He brings them to Black Swamp, in the marsh by the Old Spanish Mission," Hardwick hurriedly added.
"This man here," Tavington clarified while sizing up Howard. "Black Swamp you say by the old Spanish Mission?"
"Yes sir," Hardwick confirmed.
"Thank you very much," Tavington responded. The Dragoon leader put back on his helmet. "Shut the doors."
As Tavington rode out of the church Hardwick protested, "But you said we would be forgiven."
"And indeed you just might but that is between you and God," Tavington replied while the regular soldiers closed the doors.
Hardwick rushed forward but the door was locked. He turned and stared back at an angry Anne Howard. The young woman strode forward and struck the coward so hard his neck snapped. Anne stared at her right hand in amazement. Her anger had been great but she had not thought herself capable of killing the man. She turned and found her neighbors and staring at her in amazement. As she stared at her hands the shudders over the windows were closed and locked. Smoke began to pour in under the doors and the villagers began to panic. Many ran towards the doors and started beating on them. Beth was crying in their mother's arms. Instead of panic a sense of calm and peace overcame Anne. She knew she could save her family and her neighbors. Anne clenched her fists and felt the power in her grasp. She didn't know quite how she was different now but knew it had to do with her husband. Anne looked up and locked eyes with her father. He now sensed the change in her too. Peter Howard nodded at his daughter.
Anne turned towards the doors and shouted in a commanding tone, "Get away from the doors."
The few villagers that were at the front door moved out of the way of the witch's path. Anne strode towards the door and punched at the wood. Subconsciously channeling blasting curses, the brown haired beauty sent the wood exploding outwards. A small group of the soldiers were still present along with two Dragoons. Later Anne wouldn't be able to recount exactly what she had done but suddenly new instincts took over and she charged those who meant to decimate her village. The newly made immortal was a blur of motion as she grabbed the two Dragoons by their ankles and flung them with apparent ease towards the sky. The screaming men didn't stop after only a few feet or even a few dozen feet. They kept on going for miles. Anne turned to the row of soldiers who were attempting to draw their weapons and take aim at her. Harry's newest wife thrust out her hand and a line of dark red energy shot forth from her palm and cut through the neatly lined up Red Coats, drilling a hole the size of a fence post through their torsos. The piercing curse had done its job fantastically. The Red Coats dropped to the ground dead.
The villagers had poured out of the church as the doors opened. All had witnessed the last attack of the young woman they had watched grow up.
"Anne, how did you do that?" Mary Howard questioned.
"Your Harry is very special isn't he?" Peter Howard questioned his daughter.
Anne nodded and replied, "I think he might be an angel or something more powerful."
"Take them to the settlement on the beach. You will be safe there," Anne heard in her mind along with the comforting love her mate felt for her.
"We have to get out of here. When those two Dragoons don't return, the others might come back to see what happened. I know where we will be safe. Come," Anne commanded.
The other villagers followed the radiant young woman who truly seemed to be glowing to their eyes. Slowly knowledge began to unfold in Anne's mind; knowledge of the universe, of the nature of her husband, and what she now was. As she walked Anne became aware of her full strength and rejoiced in the power of her new being. Several minutes into the walk Anne felt a hand slip into hers and looked to her left to see her sister smiling hesitantly back at her. Anne grinned at her sister.
"Don't react," Anne cautioned telepathically with her closest friend.
Beth gasped but did not otherwise react as she felt her clothing shift form. Suddenly Beth and Anne were wearing form fitting body suits similar to a Starfleet uniform. To the villagers following the illusion was maintained that the two sisters were still wearing dresses.
"How are you doing this?" Beth questioned, hopeful her sister could hear her.
"My Harry is very special. He has given me powers beyond what this world had to offer me," Anne sent back before beginning to slowly educate her sister in the nature of the multiverse and showing her friend some of the wonders Anne's husband had experienced.
Needless to say it was a very enlightening and amazing walk for the twin sisters.
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Tavington returned to the village where he had left a company of soldiers and two Dragoons to watch over the burning of the villagers shortly after he realized his Dragoons should have caught up to their company. What he found there severely unnerved the savage colonel. There was no sign that the villagers had burned and every single one of the men he had left behind had been brutally slaughtered. There was no sign of the two Dragoons but Tavington felt safe in assuming they were dead.
"Sir, what happened here?" Tavington's second asked.
"I do not know but we are leaving. We should report this to General Cornwallis," Tavington decided as he spun his horse around.
"What about the Old Spanish Mission at Black Swamp?" The Red Coat second questioned.
"Cornwallis will send in regulars first. There is no reason for us to risk walking into an ambush," Tavington replied.
An ambush it proved to be or so the Red Coats thought. Of the hundred men they sent none returned.
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The militia unit received orders to meet up with the rest of the army in this region of the country. They arrived near dusk and erected camp along with the rest of the army. Benjamin-Harry and Jean joined the army's heads on a command tent for a meeting to discuss the next move.
"General Green, could you outline the task before us?" General Harry Burwell requested of the man who had been on the scene the longest assessing the situation.
"Gentlemen, Cornwallis has us cornered," Green declared. "Not only does he outnumber us but nearly half of our force is militia," the man added as he threw down the pointer he had been using on the map in disgust. "They are unreliable at best."
"Excuse me Sir, but you are talking of the militia of the past and militia that hasn't been trained under me," the god interjected.
"Our militia lines have broken time and again; Kips Bay, Princeton," Green argued. "I don't care how well trained your regiment is. They are few in number and we face far superior numbers."
"Do you have a plan Ben?" Burwell asked his old friend.
"Indeed I do," Harry replied. "Here is what I would like us to do," the mage said while Jean laid out a set of plans over the map of the battlefield on the table in the command tent.
The discussions continued for another hour but eventually all within the tent came to see the brilliance of the plan.
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"Are you boys ready for this?" Benjamin-Harry asked his son and Younger-Harry the next morning after they finished eating a quick breakfast.
"I believe so," Gabriel replied.
"Don't worry Sir," Younger-Harry assured the older version of himself for Gabriel's sake. "We have beautiful wives to live for. We won't be dying to day."
As he finished saying this the wizard turned and stared at Jean's tent. The other two males turned and noticed the Frenchman standing in front of his tent in full French army dress uniform.
"If I die I will die well dressed," Jean declared.
"If you have your regular combat clothing on under that dress you won't be dying at all," Benjamin-Harry asserted.
"I do," Jean replied.
"Good…then let's hit the trenches," Harry ordered as he stood decked out in his full 21st century combat gear with some upgrades made with more advanced technology.
The trenches had been dug the previous night all along the battlefield on the continental army's side with the aid of replicats. Harry had assured the continental commanders that the trenches had been in place and cleverly concealed for months in preparation for battle on this likely field. The continental army had camped half a mile away from the hill which marked the start of their side of the battlefield. The British army was already firing with cannons on the continental hill when the continentals began assembling for battle.
When all the men were gathered Harry nodded to Jean who called, "Shoulder arms."
The unit of highly trained militia surrounding the god brought their weapons up in the position ready to fire instead of the traditional stance used for muskets. The automatic weapons just wouldn't be best carried the traditional way.
"March," Harry called.
The drummer began a marching beat as the front lines moved forward. Moments later the Red Coats began marching forward as well. The two versions of the god along with Diz easily diverted the cannonballs from striking any of the Continentals with telekinesis. Harry paused the front lines just before the trench closest to the center of the field where the Red Coats could not see it.
"Take aim," Harry shouted to ensure the regular Continentals also took the appropriate steps with their traditional weapons. Then Harry smirked and shouted the command he had gotten the Continental commanders to agree to. The mage had always wanted to say this. "Say hello to my little friend, mother fuckers!"
Dozens of automatic weapons were suddenly being discharged from the center of the militia lines, mowing down the Red Coats by the hundreds. The front lines of Red Coats crumbled as they continued to march into the barrage. The regular Continentals were much less effective as they had to stop and reload. A few even stopped to gape at the effectiveness of the weapons their comrades carried. While they had heard rumors of the power of Benjamin Martin's unit none present had ever witnessed it. When the first two rows of Red Coats were all corpses on the ground the Continentals hopped into the front trench. The trenches behind were also now open thanks to the men inside pulling off the boards covering the deep ditches after the front rows had walked over them safely.
Now Harry and his men got really creative. Back on the hill the militia began opening up with artillery batteries slightly more advanced than those available during World War II. These batteries began decimating the Red Coat canons. Harry's men began positioning replicat constructed machine guns on the edge of the trenches which protected their operator with powerful armor. The armor was constructed out of nano-aligned materials and could take rail gun rounds and still come out spitting.
Just then Tavington actually charged into the fight with his dragoons.
"That man is more foolish than I thought," Diz suggested from her spot hovering out of phase above her husband.
"Indeed," Harry agreed, not believing even Lucius Malfoy's counterpart could be so mentally deficient.
Both immortals who were tuned into what was going on with General Cornwallis at the back of the British forces were surprised by his next words.
"Damn that man," Cornwallis growled while glaring in Tavington's direction. "Call a charge with all of our forces. We will overwhelm the threat these new weapons pose. They cannot have an unlimited supply of ammunition," Cornwallis added. "We will see who takes the glory from this field."
As soon as the Red Coat's entire force began charging with bayonets drawn Harry ordered the gunners on the fifty calibers to open up on the enemy forces. Harry leapt out of the trench and stood on the edge watching the slaughter. As Red Coats were mowed down under a hail of gunfire Harry used his telekinesis to ensure Tavington was unharmed. When Tavington had made it to within a dozen yards the mage drew his tomahawk and threw it with deadly accuracy right into the brain of Tavington's mount. The horse face planted and Tavington went flying straight forehead. The god caught the mortal by the throat in a grip that could break worlds. Tavington thrashed and choked while his eyes bulged and he clawed at the hand wrapped around his throat with no effect.
Harry drew Tavington close and whispered into the mortal's ear, "You pissed off the wrong god dumbass."
"What do you think I should do with him love?" Harry asked Diz.
"Considering what he tried to do to your wife and her family and what he tried to do to your son…it needs to be a terrible torment," Diz mused. "How slowly can Bob digest a soul?"
Harry smiled at Tavington maliciously before using some abilities he had gained when he had absorbed Hades but had rarely used. While Harry may have been a god of sex he was also a god of death. It was with this aspect that Harry's free hand shot forth and seemed to phase into Tavington's body. The man screamed as the god released his throat and then drew out the mortal's soul, a sickly black looking thing that shimmered with darkness.
"Digest him slowly Bob," Harry told the energy absorbing creature as it manifested out of his aura.
Harry could feel the creature's satisfaction as well as Tavington's agony. To the mortals watching it simply appeared as if Benjamin Martin had just caught Tavington and snapped the dragoon leader's neck. A great cheer went up as the sorcerer began running forward towards the enemy. The militia gunners made sure they did not hit their commanding officer and in fact began clearing a path for him through the few enemy soldiers that were left. Harry grabbed one of the still living mounts from a dead dragoon and hopped on the steed's back. The horse covered the distance to Cornwallis in little time.
"Somebody kill that man!" Cornwallis could be heard shouting as his greatest enemy bore down on him.
The General's personal guard attempted to shoot the sorcerer but he was close enough to hang off the horse's side and use its bulk as cover. When the creature went down to gunfire the mage leapt free and towards the reloading men. The Infinity Blade was in the warrior's hand, flashing out and cutting the guard down. Cornwallis' second, Colonel O'Hara pulled a musket and attempted to shoot Harry at point blank range. The musket ball impacted against the sorcerer's armor with no effect much to surprise of O'Hara and Cornwallis. Harry's blade flashed out and impaled O'Hara who Harry recognized as a counterpart to a man from the Pegasus galaxy briefly. Even the counterpart, Otho, had been a bastard.
Cornwallis stared at the warrior who had destroyed thousands of the finest soldiers on Earth with virtually no loss of life on his side. Seeing O'Hara impaled on a saber shook the General out of his stupor and disbelief.
"I surrender," Cornwallis wisely declared, making no move to reach for his sword or pistol.
"Of course you do," Harry replied, reaching up and pulling Cornwallis off his horse.
Cheering began to sound from the Continental trenches. The last of the Red Coats had fallen to the native forces moments before and all had been witness to the capture of General Cornwallis.
"Whatever you want I will do," Cornwallis assured, nothing without his army to command.
"Of course you will," Harry assured. "Now, let us discuss how to best put a quick end to this war."
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In the next month the victorious southern Continental army pushed north and began capturing supply depots and rich targets supplied by information extracted from General Cornwallis. An armada of French warships arrived to cut off any escape to the sea. General Washington began to prevail against British troops in the north who were low on supplies and especially ammunition thanks to the efforts of his southern comrades. The war was soon over.
"What will you do now?" Benjamin-Harry asked his long time friend Harry Burwell.
"I will go home and start over. My wife is expecting a child soon. I would not want to miss my first child's birth," Burwell explained.
"I wish you the best of luck. Do not be a stranger my friend," Harry suggested while clasping Burwell's forearm.
"I won't," Burwell assured. "I will be following your exploits Benjamin. I suspect I will be hearing some more sensational inventions coming from you in the near future."
"You might just be right," Harry assured.
Burwell turned and left leaving Gabriel, Younger-Harry, and Jean standing with Benjamin-Harry.
"Come on Gabriel. Let's go pack so we can get home to our wives," Younger-Harry suggested.
"A good idea," a grinning Gabriel agreed.
"Jean…for turning out to be such a good friend I have a gift for you," the god began.
"What might that be?" A curious Jean inquired.
Suddenly the Frenchman found himself standing somewhere else other than the encampment the two men had been talking in. Flying machines zoomed through the air above startling the Frenchman and many tall buildings rose into the sky in the distance the likes of which Jean had never imagined possible. Closer a small home sat with a design that was very futuristic to Jean.
"Jean…you are now on another planet than Earth in another galaxy," Harry began while conjuring a bench while taking a seat and suggesting the Frenchman do the same.
Jean sat heavily and stared around himself in shock.
"How is this possible? What are you?" Jean asked.
"I was not born on your world…at least not all of me was," Harry explained. "I was born a mortal man with some extra abilities. You may have heard legends of wizards in lore. I was born a wizard. Through an interesting series of adventures I began to become more powerful and eventually became a god."
Jean's eyes were growing wider as his friend casually summoned a ball of brilliant energy before the self-proclaimed sorcerer began tossing the ball back and forth casually.
"Why are you telling me this?" Jean wanted to know.
"I hate to see my friends suffer. Without your wife and daughters you have been suffering. No more," Harry replied while gesturing towards the house.
Suddenly a woman and two teenage girls barely thirteen and fourteen materialized in front of the structure and stared up it in awe. They looked as if they had just been in a battle and they had been. Jean shot to his feet and rushed towards his family. Tears were in his eyes as he shouted for his family who turned and saw him rushing at them. The crying females were happy to wrap the man they had never hoped to see again in their embrace.
As the family reunited Diz became visible while taking the vacated seat on the bench but closer to her husband, laying her head on his shoulder.
"It makes me love you even more when you do something like this," Diz informed her lover.
Wrapping his arm around his wife Harry was content to be silent for awhile.
Then he ordered, "Aristotle, assign replicats to get Jean and his family situated here on Eutopia Prime."
"Yes Sir," Aristotle replied to his creator from where he laid curled up like the large cat he was nearby.
Soon Jean brought his family over to introduce them to their savior and the French quartet began thanking the god profusely. Harry explained what the replicats were and how they would be helping Jean and his family get acclimated living in an advanced culture.
"You can still return to your home world anytime you want. Just think which world you want to be in and those arm bands will take you there," Harry assured as he gestured to the bands which suddenly materialized on the arms of the four French. "Now if you will excuse us I have some wives to get back to."
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Charlotte and Anne exited their home on the Martin estate as they sensed their husband approaching. Replicats had rebuilt the plantation better than it had been before. The two women had talked things out after the full knowledge of the bond had filled their minds. They had come to an understanding. They wanted to be with their husband but in his natural form which was an older and livelier version of the form Anne had married.
Soon Benjamin-Harry and Younger-Harry rode up to the house. The children were still asleep inside. Gabriel had ridden on to the smaller house erected for he and Beth on the edge of the property. Diz sat on back of the horse Benjamin-Harry was mounted on.
"Well that will make things easier," Harry mused as he dismounted and the two versions of himself shimmered together before resolving into his natural godly form.
"What about the children?" Charlotte asked.
"They will see what I want them to see. When they get older I will explain things to them," Harry assured.
"And others?" Anne queried.
"They will also see Benjamin or whatever version of me they wish to perceive," Harry assured.
The horse shifted back into Aristotle.
"We missed you," Charlotte asserted before stepping up and kissing her husband lovingly.
"Yes…it has not been right here without you," Anne added before repeating the kiss.
"I have been with you both always," Harry pointed out referring to the bond.
"Yes, but you have not been with us for over a month," Charlotte pointed out.
"You have climaxed every time you thought of him," Diz pointed out.
"That is not the same and you know it," Anne pointed out to the red haired beauty.
"Oops…I may have forgotten to explain the star ring network in your orientation," Diz muttered to herself. The other three super beings heard her easily enough. "Sorry," the woman added sheepishly.
"Forgot to explain or did not want to explain," Harry queried his wife with amusement.
Diz most likely wanted both beauties in heat over him when he returned which judging from the signs the sex god was picking up they were. The fey's query received the mental equivalent of a stuck out tongue from Diz.
"Well you are here now. Let us adjourn to the bedroom and show you just how much we have missed you," Charlotte proposed.
"A true hero's welcome then," a grinning Harry suggested as he took Charlotte and Anne's hands and led them into the house towards the master bedroom.
"The sound proofing runes are about to get a workout," Diz predicted with a grin as she followed the other three.
"So are the durability runes on the bed," Anne commented.
As the women bantered back and forth Harry's grin grew wider and wider. His first major adventure in this universe was over but he suspected there would be plenty in the future. He didn't need his second sight or Channel to tell him that. After all…there was a country to be organized.
"How do you ladies think President Benjamin Martin sounds?" Harry queried as he pushed the door shut and everyone began to disrobe.
"Hot," was Diz's one word response before she pounced on her man.
Washington wouldn't stand a chance.
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Author's Note:
Today is my 25th birthday. Because of this I have decided to post this chapter of Path.
I have noticed that some authors give story recommendations in an author's note at the end of their chapters. I'm taking an alternative approach. I have uploaded an Excel file onto my Facebook group (the name is hyperlinked on my profile) called Jonathan's Fanfic Directory. If you hover over the cell in the comments column corresponding to the row of the story you are interested in using your mouse my comments will appear. I have also sorted the stories by the rating I gave them out of 10 from highest rated to lowest rated. The top cell in my rating column defines what the other numbers stand for. I find this system much easier for keeping track of what stories I read.
Posted: 3/18/2013