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Amid the ruins of the Department of Mysteries, Harry sat on the solitary platform in silence. They would be coming soon after the loud 3 way battle, he could already feel the enchantments keeping them out weakening with every second as they battered against them.
The remnants of the battle lay scattered around, shattered glass glinting dully in the dim light and twisted metal pieces jutting from the ground.
Feeling ill, he turned his gaze to his mentor, who lay still on the cold floor. The man's face was frozen in an expression of surprise, his wand still clenched tightly in his severed hand.
He struggled to his feet, pain shooting through his body as he limped forward and he grimaced at the sharp throb of his broken arm as he tried gripping his wand tighter, unable to.
Pushing past the pain, with a sweeping motion, he banished the rubble that surrounded his mentor, the debris sliding back against the far wall with a harsh thud.
As he knelt beside the fallen figure, he took a look at the pool of blood that he stepped in, his entire body now devoid of the life fluid all coming from the detached arm.
Yet Harry knew that it wasn't the severance that brought about his end but an unexpected killing curse.
He pointed his wand at the man's head, a mixture of emotions churning within him.
"You've always seemed so weighed down by it all," Harry mused, feeling a bit melancholic. "I never had the chance to tell you that I don't hate you. You did what you thought best and I don't blame you."
As he spoke, a kaleidoscope of butterflies emerged from the man's body, their delicate wings shimmering. They began to dance around him, a vivid whirlwind of colors, each fluttering creature reminding him of the colorful old man.
Harry thought back to the endless stories, the wisdom imparted over countless cups of tea that never ceased to bore him. The willingness to answer his every question and the knowledge to do just that.
"I wanted you to know," he continued. "That even though you took my childhood away from me I'll always consider you a mentor… someone who taught me that even in darkness, there's light. Even if that shite was corny to be honest. I hope you're happy on your next great adventure!" Harry chuckled as the man's body slowly disappeared forevermore. There was no need for him to hold a grudge with the dead.
"Like you always wanted…."
"Go to Aberforth before you disperse. He deserves to know rather than being left in suspense." Harry commanded the butterflies as he shooed them away.
Harry sighed, turning his head to the rapid footsteps he heard approaching, screams of outrage and gasps of disbelief echoing as everyone froze to see the petrified statue of Lord Voldemort in the middle of the hall.
Harry rummaged through his expanded bag. The anti-apparition and portkey wards were already in place, a regular escape wouldn't cut it.
His fingers finally brushed against the silky fabric of the Invisibility Cloak, its shimmering surface evoking the memory of an ancient tale that had always captivated him.
While his mentor dismissed it as merely the creation of a powerful wizard, Harry found solace in the old myth—stories had a way of holding deeper truths but maybe he shouldn't bet his life on it?
In truth, Harry had many ways to leave, he could heal himself this very moment with the vials of Phoenix tears he had secured for this fight, one of which still remained, he could sneak away with his cloak easily as well.
And if he really wanted to get technical, he could break apart those enchantments by overpowering them just like he was taught.
But he didn't…
Instead he straightened up, wincing slightly from the pain in his side, looking at the Veil of Death looming before him.
If he were to die here, he thought, shouldn't he at least put the question to the test? Did the cloak truly hide one from death? Or would he join his mentor in death and see his family? There was nothing else for him to live for after all. What he had been trained for was already achieved.
His duty was done.
The sound of frantic, desperate footsteps grew louder behind him, punctuated by the sharp, shrill voice that pierced the air like a dagger. "YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD! RELEASE YOUR CURSE FROM MY LORD!" The shrieks were laced with pure insanity, echoing off the stone walls.
Harry didn't care for the insane knob polisher.
He turned back to the veil, the weight of his choice pressing down on him. Would it really protect him? Or was it simply a fanciful story he had clung to for too long? For some semblance of family that he could never fulfill?
He could feel the cloak's magic thrumming in his fingers, almost as if it were alive, urging him to take the leap.
With a surge of adrenaline, Harry stepped closer to the archway. The screams behind him intensified to insane levels.
Rising and rising…before they ceased.
Entirely.
….please die
'How unfortunate. He was quite the cute little boy. So innocent too fufu~'
Raynare thought, feeling deep satisfaction as she watched the former wielder of the sacred gear trembling on his knees as the spear of light impaled him in the gut all the way through his back.
He choked up blood coughing like the weak human he was as his hand slowly fell from where he was reaching for her in a daze, trying to pull it out frantically.
He failed of course as she dematerialized the spear knowing her job was done as she watched him flopping like a deaf fish.
'He must be so confused now, wondering why his girlfriend murdered him~ Maybe I should tell him? At least he can blame someone for his fate.' She glided over to the prone boy crouching before his head.
"Sorry~, but you were a threat to us, so we decided to eliminate you early on. If you want to hold a grudge, direct it at the God who placed the Sacred Gear inside you… what in heaven's name?!"
Her voice faltered as she looked up, her wide eyes reflecting sheer disbelief. A cacophony of sound erupted as if a million glasses had shattered simultaneously. A swirling portal began to materialize before her, pulsating with a chaotic energy that warped the very fabric of reality.
'But that's impossible! I put barriers to ward away teleportation already!' She thought tensing kicking away from the human with all her might, summoning her spear of light and wings to keep her aerial.
As the distortion intensified, a figure began to take shape within and Raynare's heart raced.
"...a strangely dressed human?" She was astonished looking at what broke through her barrier. His clothes were ragged, bloody and she could see his broken glasses from here as he dropped to his knees coughing up blood as he looked around slowly.
"...!" Her grip tightened when he caught sight of the sacred gear wielder, his eyes narrowing. Slowly his head turned upwards as he shambled to his feet.
Their eyes caught each other's and she saw the complete surprise in his and strangely that was what snapped her out of her hesitation.
"Die!" She threw her spear, quickly determining this must be a magician! She needed to take advantage of his surprise otherwise she didn't know if she could take him otherwise.
Luckily she knew of all magic users, Magicians who relied on calculations were the slowest casters. That's why she pursued her first attack, immediately summoning another spear, feeling the drain as she went for a physical confrontation.
"Bloody shite!" He exclaimed, unable to even react to her quick throw as she smirked nastily seeing it impale his left arm nearly taking it off.
'British?'
Flap
Beating her black feathered wings harder to circle him and attack from his weak spot she didn't hesitate to go for the kill.
"Foolish magician, toying with forces you can't possibly understand! Perish!" With a fierce shout, she slammed into the ground behind him, propelling herself forward. Her body was a blur, every muscle coiled and ready, the weapon poised to deliver death-
Crack.
But in an instant, her confidence turned to disbelief. A shimmering blue shield materialized around him, its surface radiant yet fragile. It groaned under the force of her blow, fissures spider webbing across its surface, but her spear only grazed the innermost part, the tip barely breaching the barrier.
Stunned, eyes wide, she relied on her years of experience to pull back and try to attack the same spot to shatter it with more strength-
Unfortunately for her-
He reacted with the speed of a human the very moment she struck the shield, barely moving anything else but his hand that shot backwards trying to intercept her.
'A stick?!' she thought, bewildered at what he held. Her spear nearly touched the barrier again, but at the last moment, it fell, and instead she was now looking down at the point of a black wand.
"Dammit!" she screamed as she caught sight of the glowing tip. Panic surged through her as she instinctively tried to raise her spear, hoping to block the impending attack. But before she could react, a brilliant jet of white light shot forth, striking her with a force that felt like an unprotected blow from herself!
The impact sent her hurtling through the air, her body propelled backward as if launched from a catapult. Trees blurred past her as she soared into the depths of the forest, branches snapping and leaves rustling in her wake. The world around her became a chaotic whirl of greens and browns, the ground rushing up to meet her as she braced for impact.
With a bone-jarring thud, she crashed into a tree hard, her spear clattering away from her grasp as the wood bent then broke on her back. Dazed and disoriented, she lay there for a moment, trying to gather her senses as her fingers grasped around in the dirt.
'How dare you human?! You dare interfere with Azazel Sama's orders?!' Pushing herself up promising not to be caught off guard this time she shook off her daze state before flying back into the clearing.
The first thing she saw made her heart drop in dread. He was kneeling before the boy she killed with a bottle, draining liquid down onto him. That wasn't what terrified her.
"H-How did you get access to the Phoenix clan's most prized possession?! H-HUMAN STOP!" She frantically tried stopping him knowing what happened when scared gear users returned from the brink of death!
For only when one overcame that boundary did they have the chance to awaken the awful power inside them!
She bit her lip, frustration washing over her as she watched the hole in the sacred gear user heal before her eyes.
This time she sought to kill him from up above circling him quickly as he stood up hovering protectively over the boy.
She couldn't find any holes even though it looked like he could hardly see with the way his head was only tracing where she moved a second after. He wore glasses didn't he? So how could he see her if they were broken?
So she could only force the issue pausing for a second mid air to try throw her spear again-
Zoom-
Swoosh
Yet she could only dodge to the side in a panic when a sickly purple light nearly skimmed her exploding loudly when it reached a certain distance midair-
She didn't give up however, continuing the tactic as the…spells whizzed past her every time and she quickly got used to dodging them, using less and less energy each time.
They were fast but she had seen faster and she could tell he knew she would capitalize on any down time he gave her with her enhanced reflexes.
This was just a battle of attrition that he was losing badly.
Even when she felt the slight tugging on her spear she didn't panic slowly getting used to the lateral movements.
'He's slowing down?! Wait…I forgot I already tagged him!' She grinned seeing the blood leaking beneath him as his hand slowed steadily and his aim became sloppy.
He was dead!
In the split moment where his hand faltered and she saw his face grimace in pain she struck.
"Dieeeeeee!" Straining herself as best as she could she summoned another spear of light in her offhand before sending both not at him but at his sides!
'Predictable human!' Raynare nearly cheered when she saw him trying to roll to the side to dodge but instead took a spear to the thigh as he cried out in pain.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the weapon rolling out of his hand as he laid down on the floor bleeding out clearly about to die.
'Let's not risk it.' She thought sweating, feeling her holy power draining at the repeated movements and attacks. Perhaps she had 5 more spears in her?
"Well you put up quite the fight human, I can say that.. Be proud you made me sweat…a little." She postured knowing he nearly killed her, summoning one last spear about to aim towards his heart as she got a bit closer but-
Thud-
"Y-yuuma chan stop! Please!" Raynare had a tick mark on her face as the rock rolled down her arm. Her bloodshot eyes looked towards the idiot who screamed in a high pitched voice daring to attack her.
His clothes showed the signs of his previous impalement in the stomach and his body was shaking like a baby's. The minute her gaze turned to him he flinched scrambling backwards away from her, tripping onto his ass.
"Pathetic! Is this the user of the Sacred Gear?!" She glared at him annoyed but secretly glad he hadn't awakened.
Realizing he was the greater threat, Raynare dropped to the floor, approaching him slowly, her movements cautious as she stole glances at his hand.
Just as she was starting to feel safe enough to launch her spear at his head, determined to eliminate any potential deus ex machina, she noticed his expression changing dramatically.
His eyes widened, a look of awe overtaking his features. He choked on his spit, his breath hitching as he pointed behind her with a trembling hand.
"Hah, you think I'd fall for—AGHHHHH!" Just as she was about to scold him for his foolish play, a sudden, violent bolt of lightning tore through the forest and struck her squarely in the back bursting out of chest, annihilating a wayward tree.
The searing pain coursed through her like fire, boiling her blood. Her vision blurred as she staggered forward, muscles seizing from the electric shock.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh—" She couldn't think through the agony as she felt her precious feathers all dropping to the ground along with her hair that had become completely singed.
Only able to turn her head slightly in an attempt to see what was happening, all she could make out were four small pebbles racing toward her with deadly intent.
Those pebbles began to swell, rapidly transforming into massive boulders that hurtled toward her like a freight train.
The last thing she would see before the impact sent her careening out of the forest, breaking her bones, crushing her lungs and smashing through her own barrier was his lips moving.
Finally pinned you down you exhibitionist feathered wanker-
(Break)
Harry slowly stirred awake, a dull ache throbbing in his temples like a relentless drum. Sunlight was the first thing he saw—unfortunately, streaming through the curtains, sharp and intrusive, amplifying the pounding in his head.
"Blimey," he muttered, squinting against the brightness. He instinctively reached for his glasses but found nothing but empty air and bed sheets.
For a second he touched his arm, feeling phantom pain as he confirmed it was still attached to him.
Was that a dream?
As he sat up, the room spun slightly, and he pressed his palms to his eyes, trying to chase away the fog that clung to his mind. Fragments of the previous night flickered in and out of focus… What on earth had happened?
And why was his vision so clear?
"Brilliant," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What a state I'm in." He glanced around the hotel room, confusion settling over him. Everything was impeccably clean and meticulously arranged, yet it felt utterly devoid of life, as if no one had ever truly stayed here.
The stark white walls were bare, without a single picture or personal touch, and the furniture—a single bed, a small table where he spotted his wand, and a chair—was functional but sterile. It resembled a hotel room more than anything.
He moved the covers off about to walk to the table before he paused.
Why was he naked? Harry didn't know but it took a couple of breaths to compose himself before he moved on.
Feeling apprehension, he walked to the table, taking his wand, frowning at how different it felt. Not bad but there was definitely something he couldn't place finger on.
'Hmm?' Harry saw a little note from underneath his wand and though confused he took it, opening it slowly as he read it.
'Is this…chinese?' Harry thought confused at the different writing and yet his eyes widened when he realized he could understand it!
A translation charm was enchanted on it? He was in a wizards household then, yet he wasn't in chains or sent off to the ministry?
Good day, esteemed Magician,
I trust this message finds you in good spirits after your harrowing battle against the fallen yesterday. Your bravery and skill in that fight did not go unnoticed, and I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude for your valiant efforts in saving Issei. I know he will be profoundly grateful to see you alive and well later.
In light of your recent ordeal, I took the liberty of arranging accommodations for you at a nearby hotel. My friend has ensured you received the best care and healing throughout the night, so you can rest and recover fully.
I, however, must kindly ask that you remain in your room until I return later today. I wish to introduce you to my peerage and we have many things to discuss as well. I understand this request may feel unusual, but I assure you it is made with your best interests at heart.
I look forward to our meeting later and hope you enjoy your stay in the meantime.
Warm regards,
Rias Gremory
Heiress Apparent of the Gremory Family
'That's some great penmanship…'
A small heart was drawn at the bottom of the letter, causing Harry to glance at it with confusion. He then noticed the strange symbol stamped at the bottom, feeling distinctly uneasy as he sensed the energy swirling around it.
Fallen.
'Was that the woman I fought? I killed her but…' Harry frowned as he thought about it. He hadn't faced an enemy quite like that before. The speed on which she moved and the way she was easily able to keep out of his distance.
Not to mention the wings…
'She was even able to penetrate my Protego with her own physical strength and resist my enhanced Accio spell easily. I put so much into modifying that too.' Harry looked down feeling a bit troubled and unbeknownst to him, excited at the thought.
He couldn't have used any of his other spells because she was just too fast, too agile and he could hardly keep up with his eyes.
If he had missed after doing something that took too much time she would have killed him out right or even during the casting. He couldn't have even forced his apparition to get a drop on her either for some reason.
It was like she was some being made to be a bane to wizard kind. In his defense he was injured as well and he was sure he could make light work of her but…what was something like that doing roaming around?
And why wasn't he dead?
"I must be getting careless to touch a letter without scanning for curses," he sighed as he placed the letter down.
He walked to the window and peered out at the unfamiliar street below, trying to collect his thoughts. After a moment of observation, he realized this wasn't China—it was Japan!
Harry bit his lips glancing over to the clothes he saw on the chair. After a minute of contemplation he made his move.
First he duplicated the clothes making sure he didn't take any tracking charms before placing them on. Pulling at the long sleeve black shirt and the black jeans, Harry sat tugging on the shoes as well.
'I'll sort this out as soon as I get away.' He spotted his expanded bag too and summoned it over.
Opening it up, he felt the locking enchantments still working and sighed in relief, knowing that nobody had gotten inside.
"Fawkes?! What are you doing here?!" Harry's eyes bulged in disbelief as he spotted the majestic phoenix pecking at some seeds scattered on the floor. The bird paused mid-peck, its golden feathers glistening in the dim light, looking momentarily sheepish.
The two stared at each other in a silent moment of surprise and recognition before finally, the phoenix turned away, digging under the rubble as if to hide from the sudden attention, flapping his wings slightly as he shuffled in.
Rubbing his forehead, Harry tried to shake off the strangeness of it all.
Determined to regain his composure he made his way out as he tapped his heel three times in jest muttering "There's no place like home,"
With a snort, he felt the familiar tug, and in an instant he was gone, leaving behind nothing of his previous presence.
…
Blink blink
Small eyes blinked watching the entire sequence from its tiny pot before its face crumbled knowing it wasn't getting any cookies as it messaged its master about the strange magician.
(Break)
The moment Harry arrived, he sensed something was off. His eyes were wide as he surveyed what used to be Hogwarts grounds.
He had apparated a short distance away to avoid the wards and any wandering Aurors, but all that met him was a tangle of trees, bushes, buzzing mosquitoes and ruins. The familiar silhouette of the castle was absent, replaced by a dense thicket.
Harry squatted down massaging his head, diving deep he tried to figure out what the hell was going on as he scanned his previous memories. Panic gnawed at his insides as he rifled through his memories, searching for answers. What had happened?
Killing Voldemort or well making him rock hard for the rest of his life? Check.
Escaping through the Veil for no reason? Check.
Fighting bird lady? Check.
Saving a dying kid? Check.
Bird lady nearly killing me? Check.
Killing bird lady? Check.
Crimson hair? Check check…wait what?
Breast, breast, breast….
"Bah!" Harry shook his head, unable to untangle what happened after he collapsed; however he noticed how everything after he entered the veil became fuzzy.
The veil. His eyes opened wide.
"I'm in a new world!" He didn't understand how or why he didn't already know but it made sense now. The veil of death was some kind of gateway? Well one maybe only he could have passed with the cloak as he noticed it and the stick was gone.
Ignoring the pang of sadness at the cloak going missing, Harry took one last look at his former Alma Mater before enchanting himself with a charm to avoid notice from muggles.
Spinning on his heel, Harry apparated right in front of where the Leaky Cauldron should be, but instead of the familiar pub entrance, he was met with a bustling crowd spilling out of a quaint little tea shop.
The air was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed tea and baked goods, mingling with the chatter of patrons seated at outdoor tables.
Harry furrowed his brow, momentarily disoriented. He glanced around, searching for any sign of the Leaky Cauldron but it was a lost cause.
Curiosity piqued, he stepped closer, noticing the chalkboard menu boasting an array of exotic teas and pastries.
After observing he was about to turn away but the door to the tea shop swung open, and a barista with long black hair and bright eyes called out to him, "Welcome! Care for a cup of our special blend?"
Harry glanced at the menu once more hesitating before succumbing to the request. How could anyone resist a good cup of tea?
Did he say one cup? He meant several.
As night fell, Harry ordered another round of pastries while flipping through the newspaper for the seventh time, still astonished by what he saw. The news itself wasn't particularly captivating; it was the date that struck him.
April 20XX.
He was in the future. The future. That explained why the phones looked so different and why the TV in the shop was so much flatter. He also noticed the cars' different designs, looking far better to what he was used to.
'And this world has magic too evidently.' Harry thought with a frown as he took another sip. Not only that his spells felt strange. Like he could almost feel the process of them being casted, like some kind of strange flow in his body that circulated before ejecting out of his wand.
That wasn't even mentioning how much smoother it felt. As if his very will and intent were strengthening allowing him to cast far more accurately and without as much focus on wand movements.
Harry levitated the tooth pick he conjured, feeling strange at the ease. Narrowing his eyes he flicked his wand and the toothpick turned into a rat.
It tried scurrying away but Harry petrified it before with another twist the rat turned to sand. Another twist made that water, then fire, then steel and wood-
And Harry's eyes widened at the smoothness of the transitions. It was like he was in a constant motion of spell casting.
Meaning instead of actually casting one spell at a time, he was basically casting one huge spell that had many facets, bypassing the pause that was needed to transfigure something into another constantly by combining all the spells together!
It was like his intent had shaped into something monstrously powerful, feeding off his knowledge without reserve. This was absolutely nothing like the mind arts either. Like something fundamental changed…
'Something has happened to me without my notice! Not even Dumbledore could do this!' Harry thought sweating as he turned it back to a toothpick contemplating.
This was out of the realm of being a genius by far, whatever this was could only by intentional design more than likely.
Sipping his tea quickly, trying to calm down, Harry sent a shaky smile to the barrister who brought his pastries, resting them down before giving him a beaming smile before leaving and swaying her hips.
Confused at the look, Harry shook his head before deciding to indulge again before he made more theories.
Pushing another biscuit inside his mouth, Harry allowed those thoughts to wash away as he relaxed a bit trying to plan his next steps on this world.
For one he definitely was going to be avoiding those winged crazies if he wanted to live a longer life. One was already overwhelming to take down and who knew how much crazier they could get?
But Harry found solace in the fact that the gap wasn't too wide. After all, how strong could these guys really get? He was sure that one he took down was some kind of high ranking one.
Definitely.
Feeling much better with the pity party over Harry reclined in his chair nearly kicking back as he hummed a haunting little tone he once heard over the radio.
He would need to find somewhere to sleep in the meantime-
Harry stilled.
A shiver crept down his spine as the enchantments he had set in place began wailing in distress before immediately shattering like they were never there. Nothing more than glass before a tidal wave.
With a sudden urgency, he opened his eyes, his heart racing. The sight that greeted him made his breath catch. There, framed by the soft glow of the shop's warm light, stood a crimson-haired beauty, her fiery locks cascading around her shoulders. She gazed at him through the window, her expression serene, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
Yet it was the scariest thing he had ever seen. Voldemort who?
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Then Harry began running on auto pilot.
'Merlin almighty!' Feeling like his soul left his body Harry didn't hesitate to spin like a lunatic, his tea still in his hand as he apparated with nothing more than a silent breeze.
He was not dealing with that!
He appeared at Privet Drive, somewhere he had instinctively grasped from his memories as he looked at the changed area. Trying to take it in.
"I've never heard of such a unique teleportation method. You didn't even conjure a circle before you were whisked away-" Harry spun again as the soft voice spoke from the complex portal oozing with tangible energy.
"How is she-!" He looked around at Hogwarts former grounds that he had appeared in.
"-following you? Well that's easy you're my-" She appeared right beside him again and Harry feeling desperate spun again!
However this time he quickly shoved his wand upwards and casted both apparition and port key wards hoping to stop her advance.
"So you know barrier magic? Impressive, unfortunately I am your mas-"
"Bloody fucking hell!" Harry spun once, twice, thrice and he continued many more times flying through his memory as he tried getting rid of this tail unable to understand how she was tracking him down!
He didn't have any charms on him!
Leaning on the wall gasping, he realized he had apparated 54 times before he eventually stopped unable to handle the strain not even realizing how insane the feat was.
However he paled realizing where he was.
Back in the room he had woken up in!
Harry closed his eyes in defeat waiting and lo and behold the bright red circle appeared again, this time accompanied by giggles as he glared at her.
"You really didn't think this one through did you? Mr Magician?"
Harry felt it all click.
"Rias Gremory I take it?"
A beautiful smile curved her lips.
"In the flesh my cute little servant~"
Seemed like a cool concept to me.
And stop!
I don't want to hear anything for or against Mr pervert. Don't care about any side, both are annoying.
