Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

by I LIKE FEAR 1-2

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

16. Chapter 16

Alright, here's the next chapter for you guys. Gonna try to get through these ones quickly, as they all pertain to the same subject, as you'll soon see. Hope you enjoy them though. I most certainly did.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 16: Second Ascension: Part 1

-Back in the real world-

"Welcome back." Luna whispered into his mind as Harry opened his eyes. He was looking up into the blinking face of Olivia, who appeared young, as young as she'd been when they left, yet he immediately noticed the changes she had acquired after ascending. Her horns still crowned her head, and she was a few inches taller than she'd been at fifteen. He was taller now too, probably a full inch or so taller than he'd been before they were sent to Sera.

"What happened?" Olivia asked, blinking.

"Our time there, came to an end." Harry spoke as he sat up.

"It did? Just like that?" She questioned, glancing at her hands and then running them over her head to feel the horns that grew there. Her hair had also returned to it's original length.

"That is how it works. We're only there as long as the Changer allows." Harry said as he rose to his feet and offered her his hand.

She took it, and rose as well.

"Do you think Myrrah and Skorge will be alright?" She asked with concern.

"They're strong. I'm sure they'll be fine." Harry offered to her.

"Do you think we'll ever see them again?" Olivia asked him.

"I do." Harry expressed, before turning his gaze to scan the room. They were back at the Potter estate in Germany, the bodies of Julia and her house-elf laid nearby.

Olivia soon caught sight of them too, and her eyes darkened as memories came flooding back. Slowly her eyes turned towards the body of her father, that lay not far off. She stared at it for several long moments, before dismissing it coldly and turning to face Harry, who'd already pulled out the Black Book.

"Where is Bethany and Jackson Potter?" He questioned.

He felt energy drain from his reserve of sacrificial power, as the Black Book answered.

"The Home of Alphonse Becker?" Harry repeated the answer out loud.

"Alphonse? He's Julia's older brother. I know where they live. Ask the book if he and his family are Death Eaters, so I know how to treat them." Olivia stated as she made her way over to Julia's body, drew a knife from the Arsenal and began to remove her head.

Despite appearing in a younger body, Olivia had lost none of her personality. She was still a ruthless Daemon, and her hatred of this woman ran deep.

Harry did as asked, and reported the answer.

"They are." He said to her, as she finished removing her step-mother's already mangled head. She held the battered head up by the hair, glaring down at it coldly and cruelly. Finally she turned to face him.

"Let's go and get mother's portrait and than anything else you might want from this place, and get out of here." Harry suggested. Olivia nodded, and the duo quickly set about gathering what they needed. Olivia briefly showed Harry to the library where the two gathered a bottomless bag that the Potters had, and used it to shrink down and store every book in the library. Olivia knew that some of these tomes were ancient. Relics of the Potter clan that contained magical secrets that she was sure could be useful to them. They then raided what other treasures there were, taking anything of value, before going to the attic to retrieve Lily's slumbering painting, along with her chests of personal items that included her diaries.

Once they had everything they needed or wanted, Harry asked the Black book if there was anything of great value still located within the manor. Once it was confirmed they'd gathered everything, Olivia and Harry set it on fire, before departing towards their step-uncles home, where Jackson and Bethany had been taken.

The two arrived a short while later, with Harry using his Beholder eye to create a hole in the wards for them to pass through. They walked right into the house, and made their way towards the sound of noise.

There they found Olivia's uncle and aunt in discussion, along with Julia's remaining house elf that had brought the children there.

The trio barely got the chance to glance over when Harry unleashed a bolt of magic from his wand that exploded the House elf's head. Olivia meanwhile had shot forward, lashing out with the chain attached to her arm. The chain arced through the air, cracking both adults across the head.

The wife died instantly, while the husband went to the ground completely disoriented.

Confirming beyond a shadow of a doubt what he was, the man's one and only word as he looked up at her, was 'how?'

That one question meant that he knew what Julia had planned, and was doing to them. That was all the confirmation that was needed to extinguish even the smallest flicker of doubt.

Olivia showed him zero mercy. Despite knowing the man for years, and always having a cordial relationship with him she now knew what he was. She knew his allegiances, and so she offered him no quarter.

Coldly, she reached down, grabbing his upper and lower jaw. In a fluid, easy motion she tore the top of his head from his body.

Olivia paid him little mind and led Harry towards the bedrooms where they found the two children, still asleep. "Gather them up Harry. I'm going to go and deal with our cousins."

Harry gave her a look but said nothing. Their step cousins were both older, a boy and girl both older than Olivia. She was obviously quite certain that they'd already been indoctrinated into their parent's ideology and were followers of Voldemort, so she sought to put an end to them.

No screams cried out, no sounds of fighting. Olivia murdered the two in their sleep, again showing no signs of mercy towards Julia's wretched kin.

She returned just as Harry had begun levitating the two unconscious children out of bed, taking them outside.

Once more, the House was tossed for valuables and burned to the ground.

Once done, the duo took the two children and apparated back to England.

-Grimmauld Place-

Sirius was woken from the sofa by a heavy knock on the front door. He was startled by the sound of knocking, especially at a place that was supposed to be hidden. Slowly, he crept towards the door until he heard Harry call out from beyond it.

Hearing his Godson's voice, Sirius stepped forward.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" Sirius asked as he opened the door and stepped back to allow Harry in. Harry turned and nodded over his shoulder before stepping inside, but keeping the door open as he did, allowing Olivia to enter, leading a curious Jackson, and Bethany inside as well. The two children looked tired, and confused, and Olivia was currently decked out in a sweatshirt to hide her horns, and the chain around her arm.

"Kreacher." Harry spoke aloud, causing the elf to appear before him.

"Yes, Master Black, sir?" Kreacher responded.

"Please show our guests to the spare bedrooms, if you would." Harry commanded. The elf nodded and quickly led Olivia and the children up the stairs while Harry motioned for his godfather to follow him into the kitchen.

"Harry, what's going on, who were those people?" Sirius asked as they made it inside, not immediately recognizing Olivia.

Harry turned to face his godfather, and gave him a long once over. It had been twenty-one Seran years since he'd seen Sirius, which was reasonably more than twenty-one Earth years, since Sera had longer days and years.

"Those are my half-siblings, and Olivia." Harry answered after a moment.

"Oh? What are they doing here?" Sirius questioned, not quite understanding why Harry brought them all here.

"James is dead." He said to him, snatching his breath away as he felt his eyes go wide.

"What happened?" Sirius asked softly.

"His wife was a Death Eater. Put in place by Voldemort to assassinate us. She killed James and tried to kill us. She's dead now, as is her rotten family, but her children are in need of a home. My half-siblings. It's why I brought them here." Harry stated turning his eyes towards Sirius who immediately understood what was being said and ultimately asked of him.

"Whoa wait, Harry…" Sirius began but Harry cut him off.

"I know Sirius. But there's no other option. You once expressed to me your desire to raise me, to look out for me. You know now that I no longer need you to do so. But they do. As much as I despise the man, they're as much James' children as I am, as Olivia is. They need a place to live. They need a family. I can't look out for them while stuck at Hogwarts, and they're too young to go there yet. They need you, Sirius. You're family and now the children of your best friend need people to look out for them. I can't do it right now, and you're the only person I trust who can." Harry said to him, his single emerald eye blazing intently as he stared at him.

His words, turned the man thoughtful for several long moments before he offered his agreement.

"What do you plan on telling the kids?" Sirius asked.

"A fire. That James and his wife died in a fire, that claimed their home. For now that's all they need to know. When they're older, they can learn the truth, but for now, they wouldn't understand." Harry answered.

"It's probably for the best." Sirius agreed with a sigh.

"Yeah. No time to waste, let's reach out to Dumbledore, he needs to know that Olivia and I aren't going to be back at Hogwarts for a few extra days, while we mourn. I also don't want him poking his nose into our business trying to figure out why James isn't answering him." Harry spoke as he rose to his feet and began to head towards the living room, where the fireplace resided so he could firecall Dumbledore.

"Wait Harry… are you alright?" Sirius asked him, sensing that something was off about him. Sirius seemed to pick up on how Harry seemed different. More serious, more focused. His gaze was intense, scrutinizing, but stoic.

"I'll be fine. You know how I felt about him. I'm not sorry he's gone. To me he died years ago." Harry replied, his tone was cold, distant. Like his focus was elsewhere.

"But are you alright pup?" Sirius emphasized the question.

"It happened again Sirius." Harry said.

"What did?" Sirius responded.

"To the both of us. Olivia and I. Twenty-one years." He said, casting a melancholic smirk at his godfather.

"Merlin pup…" Sirius let out, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"She got the drop on us, stabbed me a few times, and I bled out while Olivia killed her. I took Olivia with me when I went to a new world." Harry said to him, as he continued towards the living room.

"Damn. Another twenty years, that's… that's awful…" Sirius said, cursing under his breath for being unable to stop this from happening.

"It's alright, let's just focus on dealing with Dumbledore, and then worrying about the kids." Harry said to him, earning a nod of agreement.

A few minutes passed before Dumbledore answered his fireplace. Harry explained to him what had happened, and how the secret was out. Voldemort knew that James and Olivia were alive, and had planted Julia there to watch them. There was no real need to hide her anymore. Meanwhile, the children were now living with him, and would stay at Grimmauld Place under the careful watch of Sirius.

Dumbledore wanted to come and speak to them personally but Harry dismissed the idea, telling him that his presence wasn't wanted, or needed. Olivia was still grieving, and the children would be too as soon as they were told the lie that had been prepared. Harry would handle things. He simply wanted Dumbledore to know, so that he wouldn't go looking for answers. Harry planned on taking a few extra days beyond the yule break, to allow his siblings to mourn before Harry and Olivia returned to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore expressed his sadness, regret and sympathies, but accepted Harry's declaration. He made an offer to help if they needed anything, but Harry dismissed it, saying they'd be fine, and he'd see them in a few days.

Dumbledore acquiesced, leaving a few parting words to Sirius to look out for them.

Once that was done, Harry turned towards Sirius, "Alright, Olivia should be down soon. She'll put the kids to sleep, and let them get some more rest, and we'll tell them when they wake up." Harry expressed, again earning a nod of agreement.

A few minutes passed before Olivia came down the stairs. She removed her hood, allowing Sirius a good view of her changes. Though he'd never seen her in person before, he could obviously tell that she'd mutated.

"Merlin, what happened to you?" Sirius asked.

This led to an explanation of the Slave Brands and how they were ticking time bombs meant to turn Harry's slaves into Daemons. Olivia had passed the trials necessary to become a Daemon of the Blood God. Harry expressed how they'd spent twenty-one years on Sera, and how Seran years and days were longer than earth days, so while it was twenty-one years there, it was more like twenty-eight and a half Earth years.

That would make Harry sixty-six and Olivia forty-three, at least mentally and spiritually.

They spent the next couple of hours telling Sirius about their journey. Harry was very open with him, telling of their adventure, their war with humanity and much of what had happened there. The only part they hid was their romantic relationship. As the story carried on, Harry worked to enchant a necklace that would hide Olivia's appearance, making her look like her normal self. Her eyes, nails, and horns needed to be hidden, while she could just keep her wings folded under her clothes, and wear robes to hide the chain around her arm.

They killed time with their stories until the kids awoke, and Kreacher informed the trio that they were being asked for.

The next couple of hours were pretty much the hardest that Harry had had to endure. Olivia's cold demeanor finally broke as she fed the lie to her siblings about their parents' death, and was forced to console them.

It was absolutely heartbreaking, hearing as the two children wept and screamed for their parents.

The next few days, were like that, the kids dealing with the pain of their loss, and with having to adapt to a new home, and a new guardian.

Sirius took to them well, as he worked to cheer them up, and share stories with the duo about their dad, from their shared childhood. In spite of their heartbreak the two kids came to like Sirius, as well as Harry, who got the chance to spend more time with them, and actually treat them as siblings.

Eventually Harry took a trip out to Luna's house to spend a few hours with her, and meet her father. She didn't actually expect him to keep to the promise, given what had happened between him making it and now, but she was more than happy to see him in the flesh once more.

He got the chance to meet her father Xenophilius Lovegood, whom he quickly came to understand was just as odd, and mentally spacey as Luna. Despite Death having taken over Luna's body, it was obvious that she still retained a lot of mannerisms she'd learned from her father. He also got to see how close they were, though he quickly began picking up on certain reactions from Xenophilius, that led him to suspect that her father knew that his daughter, wasn't REALLY his daughter.

He didn't comment on it, and instead enjoyed his time there, and even snuck away to make love to Luna in her bed, when her father wasn't looking. It was certainly a new experience for Luna, as Harry pinned her to the bed and pounded into her, forcing her to bite into a pillow to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. Afterwards, he would apologize for being so rough, having grown used to being with Olivia and how often the two of them basically wrestled while they were having sex.

Luna's response was simply to giggle at him, and kiss his cheek. She didn't need words to express that she'd very much enjoyed what had happened. She was more than okay with it, and looked forward to the next time he wanted to manhandle her like that.

At the end of the day he returned home, and spent the next two weeks or so bonding with his siblings, and helping them deal with their grief. He formed a strong bond with the two, and offered them compassion and friendship which he knew they desperately needed after enduring such a loss.

Harry had once more been reborn with any improvements he'd gained while away. This caused him to be just a bit taller than before, though otherwise, without any noticeable differences from the usual.

It was noted in that time that while Olivia had returned to her original body, at least size-wise, her changes were also present, which needed to be hid. She also had a harder time, playing the role of her old self than he did. She was quicker to display her emotions, and much more forceful than before. Her demonic aura was greatly subdued but it was not gone. Her siblings even admitting that there was an intensity to Olivia now that they both found frightening. Harry was able to dismiss it by saying she was just angry and sad, and to give her time, despite knowing that that aura would follow her for the rest of her life, and probably only ever grow stronger.

Eventually though, the time came for them to return to Hogwarts. They had remained away an extra few days, just to make sure the kids were settled in, and dealing, and that Sirius could look after them.

The children naturally didn't want them to go, so Harry went out and bought another two-way mirror, and gave one to the kids and one to Olivia so they could talk to their older sister, and to Harry, whenever they weren't in lessons.

This was eventually accepted and Harry and Olivia made the return to Hogwarts.

The moment they arrived, the two were brought into the Headmaster's office so that Dumbledore could question them, after doing a bit of his own digging and learning that the Potter Manner had burned down, along with the home of Julia's brother.

Olivia remained silent as Harry lied about what happened, claiming that the fire broke out during the fight with Julia, and at it's end, the two managed to escape with the unconscious children. Neither had any clue as to what happened with Julia's brother's house, as they were more concerned with getting Jackson and Bethany to safety.

Dumbledore tentatively bought the lie, though he sensed something more was going on, but obviously Harry wasn't going to tell him, and Olivia was deathly silent the entire time.

After the confrontation, the two headed to the Great Hall, where their arrival drew the attention of many of the students.

Tracey and Daphne quickly headed over to them, as did Fleur. Luna soon followed so Harry and Olivia turned right back around and led the quartet to somewhere private, this somewhere being, the Chamber of Secrets. Harry led them there, doing so for a very specific reason.

The group was intrigued by what they saw, especially as they entered the chamber and actually got a look at the skeleton of the Basilisk.

"God…" Tracey muttered as she eyed the corpse.

"I can't believe you fought that thing." Daphne uttered shaking her head.

"Yeah, but I didn't bring you here to show you the Basilisk's skeleton. I actually intend to spend more time down here, since I'm the only person who can enter the Chamber, and I need a safe place to put our mother's portrait." Harry said to them.

He and Olivia had already discussed this. They hadn't spoken to Lily again, nor had they read her diaries yet, keeping their focus on helping their siblings and preparing to return to Hogwarts, while also dealing with Olivia's bloodlust.

Olivia being a Daemon of Khorne, still required bloodshed in her life. She couldn't go more than a day without it, before she began experiencing almost withdrawal like symptoms, so she and Harry snuck out every night, and Harry would lead her to the locations of certain Death Eaters, or dark servants, that he used Voldemort's memories to identify, and he had Olivia murder them, to sate her bloodlust.

Aside from that they chose to wait until returning to Hogwarts to place their mother's painting, and to read her diaries first, before talking to her again.

"Okay, so why are we here?" Tracey asked, sharing a glance with Harry.

"I think you already know." Harry spoke, fixing Tracey with a look, causing her to go pale.

"You died again?" She questioned, though she already knew the answer. Daphne seemed to already suspect, no doubt because Tracey had told her of the power boost she'd received over the break. Fleur seemed surprise by this, though had no doubt also felt a bit of a power boost, gaining strength from all of the accumulated pleasure that he'd felt over the nearly three decades in the other world.

"How?" Daphne questioned.

"James Potter unknowingly married a German Death Eater. Voldemort knows about Olivia's survival. He sent her step-mother to seduce James, watch him, breed a new generation of Potters, that would be loyal to the Dark, and when the time was right, kill him, and Olivia. When I went there to visit she saw the opportunity to wipe out all of the original Potters. She succeeded with James and I, but Olivia killed her." Harry explained.

"This Death Eater actually managed to overpower you?" Daphne asked, not quite believing that, as she'd seen how strong he was in their duels, and he had Voldemort's memories, plus all of his other enhancements.

"House Wards. She activated them, I was pinned in place, and she wasted no time in stabbing me in the spine. Not much I could do being paralyzed while still being held by the House's defenses." Harry answered honestly.

"Oh. I guess that'll do it." Daphne nodded in understanding.

"So… How long were you gone for?" Tracey asked gently.

"Twenty-Eight years, give or take a year." Harry answered, earning shocked looks from Tracey, Daphne, and Fleur.

"Olivia went with him." Luna added in, drawing them out of their momentary shock.

"You did?" Tracey asked, glancing at Olivia.

"Yeah. Was there with him the whole time." Olivia answered.

"How?" Daphne inquired.

"I focused on our bond when I was dying. I tried to intentionally bring her with me, and it worked." Harry answered.

"Twenty-eight years. Wait so zat means zat your mark…?" Fleur began to question as Olivia gave a nod, and began to remove the necklace she was wearing. The moment it came off, the room filled with a terrifyingly ominous presence, as Olivia's demonic features took shape.

Olivia allowed these features to show, even extended her wings for good measure, earning shocked and fearful looks from the three girls, meanwhile Luna looked on, intrigued.

"So… you did it? You're… I mean you…?" Tracey found her voice and began to ask, unable to tear her eyes away from the hellish emerald glow of Olivia's eyes.

"Yeah. I succeeded." Olivia confirmed.

"We were sent to a place that was perfect for Olivia to focus on indulging her patron, and earning his favor. We ended up in a genocidal war, and we fought for decades. Olivia herself killed tens of thousands of people, single-handed, and who knows how many monsters she took down. The nature of that world was perfect for Olivia's needs, which is why I'm quite certain that a world was chosen for each of you. One meant to be your testing grounds. If and when I die again, I can focus on one of your bonds, and take you with me to that world. Once there, we can focus on your ascension. It's one of the things I wanted to talk to you all about. When you're ready, I don't think we should wait." Harry explained to them.

"Wait, you mean… like go with you, into another world?" Daphne clarified.

"Yeah. Like I said, I think a world was chosen for each of you. I don't know why, but thinking about it, the world we were in, Sera, it was perfect for Olivia's needs. I have no idea why the Changer would choose such a perfect world, hell maybe he didn't, maybe the Blood God chose it, and the Changer simply agreed to send us there. If that's the case, than these worlds were chosen for you, for each of you. I saw what was needed for Olivia to ascend. Five years of brutal war, countless battles, tens of thousands of kills. If that's the scope of what's needed for you all to ascend and save your lives, than I don't think you'll be able to easily find it here in our world." Harry expressed to them.

"Wait, how long could we be in these other worlds again?" Tracey asked.

"Ninety years, that was the upper limit right?" Daphne answered, remembering what Harry had told them. Earning a nod from him, she continued. "Let's say though that it's only twenty-five years. I mean your first trip was twenty-four, and the second was twenty-eight, so lets just say it averages out to twenty-five apiece, that's twenty-five for all three of us."

"Time is relative. What does it matter to me if I have to live another seventy years before this gets done, or another three hundred? I've already conceded the reality that I'll likely live forever, and being Daemons you'll all be there with me for that long. Knowing that, why would I worry about the passage of time, when it doesn't affect the life that matters? Any world we end up in, is there to serve a purpose. Once it's served that purpose, it becomes little more than a playground. My perspective is that it's better to get this done sooner, rather than wait until later, though I understand if you'd all rather take some time to say your goodbyes to friends and family. Despite the fact that you will see them again, it could be as much as ninety years, and that's a long time." Harry explained his rationale.

Silence passed between the young ladies as they thought on that.

Finally, it was Fleur who spoke up. "Give me a day or two to say my silent goodbyes to Gabby, and zen I will go wiz you. It is like you said, zese worlds could have been chosen for us, and if zat is ze case, zan I no longer need guess at what is needed in order to appease my god."

"You're sure?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I want to live. Right now ze guillotine blade is hanging above me. Zat is no way to live." Fleur answered honestly.

"Alright." Harry nodded, gifting her with a smile.

"D-does that mean you'll have to die though? I mean that's how you get sent to other worlds right?" Tracey questioned as she remembered that part.

"Yep." Harry affirmed.

"That doesn't bother you?" Daphne asked.

"Not really. While we were on Sera, I learned that if one of you dies, I can revive you by killing myself. If you're dead, when I die, you'll revive beside me. Olivia got killed a few times so I had to suicide myself to bring her back. I don't fear death. All it does is bring me into Luna's embrace for a few short moments, before returning me to this reality. I've grown to become unbothered by it. I'm no masochist, I don't intend to make it painful, but it wouldn't be the first time I've put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger. Don't worry about it. You don't need to be there to see it, I just have to focus on you when I die, and it should work." Harry explained to them.

Fleur, Daphne, and Tracey all seemed uncomfortable about that, but accepted it regardless.

"Alright… than I guess, give me a few days and I'll be ready too." Daphne agreed.

"Me too. How about we all do it on the weekend, or would you rather space it out?" Tracey questioned Harry.

"Doing it all at once is fine with me. Best to get it done, and get it over with. It's like Fleur said, this is hanging over our heads. I'd rather we finish it, and not have to worry about it anymore, that way we can all focus on other matters." Harry expressed to them.

"Okay, then the weekend than." Daphne let out a breath, her actions mirrored by the other three.

"Fine by me. So… let's discuss something else we've learned." Harry carried on, and began to explain what they'd learned from his mother.

This naturally left them all dumbfounded and confused, as they began speculating on what it could all mean. Harry explained that a lot of information lay contained in his mother's trunks, though he intended to wait until after he was finished with the three remaining ascensions, before he dove into them. He wanted to get that out of the way, and not fill his mind with more questions that couldn't and wouldn't be answered while he was away. Better for his mental health to leave that on the backburner while he focused on them, than they could all return and work on it together, taking on that new challenge without the Sword of Damocles hanging over them.

While it was intriguing to them, just as it was intriguing to Harry and Olivia, they agreed that it was probably better not to dive into that mystery, when they were about to go on a journey that could take them away from answers for as much as ninety years.

Harry placed his mother's painting within the chamber, though left her asleep for now.

That night, Harry got to finally enjoy having both Olivia and Luna in the physical world. They had just returned from hunting down and killing another of the Dark Lord's low level supporters, so Olivia was a little hot and bothered. It started out, a bit gentler than Harry and Olivia were used to, as Olivia didn't want to be too aggressive with Luna, despite the fact that she was plenty aggressive in the dream world.

This didn't last long however, as Luna encouraged her to do what she wanted, which caused things to quickly evolve. It became rougher, and heavier. Olivia became more forceful, roughly kissing and even biting at Luna. Luna kept encouraging, enjoying the fresh experience, the new sensations.

Having her arms pinned while Olivia rode her face, and Harry fucked her, was a tantalizing experience, one that Luna took to.

They fucked for over an hour, before collapsing onto the bed, finally spent, as their bodies poured sweat. Luna carried some heavy marks on her body, but paid them little mind. Her lips were sore, from the rough kissing and biting from both Harry and Olivia. Yet she'd enjoyed herself, and was eager to do it again tomorrow.

Of course it happened again before tomorrow as the trio drifted to sleep, and enjoyed a larger orgy with the other three. Olivia, now a daemon, retained her mental control in the dreamspace, so much like Harry, and Luna, she could now control her actions there.

It was noted, as they fucked the other three that Harry's inner demonic form had changed a great deal. It's features still shifted, though the animalistic characteristics of it, were now influenced by Seran fauna as much as earthly fauna. As his mind opened to newer possibilities his demonic form shifted with those possibilities.

The following day, Harry and Olivia began to try and reintegrate into Hogwarts. This went, about as well as you'd expect. The first time that Olivia overhead a snide comment directed at Harry, she turned marched right up to that person, and punched them square in the face, breaking their nose.

Olivia leered over the fallen student, eager to finish the job as they babbled and held their bleeding face. Despite being back in her fifteen-year-old body, she'd lost none of her strength. That punch was little more than a love tap from Olivia. Had she actually punched as hard as she could, she would have taken the kid's head off.

Harry quickly interceded, taking Olivia by the arm and practically dragging her away. He didn't mind her killing, and he had no love for the students of Hogwarts, but now wasn't the time. They could be dealt with later, after he'd concluded the other's ascensions, and this tournament he was still magically bound to participate in. He preferred if they cleared their plate a bit before adding more to it.

This ended with a meeting with her head of house. McGonagall tried to chastise her, but she did also offer sympathy because she knew what had happened to James. She gave Olivia detention for two weeks, and warned her not to do it again. Olivia simply took it on the chin, and said nothing other than the idiot deserved it for mouthing off.

Needless to say, Olivia began earning a reputation around the school. Gone was her bubbly school-girl persona. She remained cool, and aloof most of the time, but with a hint of danger always present, always exuding out from her. She also did little to hide her and Harry's physical relationship. In private she hung off of him as much as Luna did, in public she was still affectionate with him, stopping just short of kissing him. This drew strange looks from the teachers, though she'd yet to do anything truly scandal-worthy.

Much like Harry, the second she entered a room, all eyes were drawn to her, as people were able to subtly pick up on her aura.

Her demonic features were kept hidden, but it was obvious that a certain someone could now see the aura of magic surrounding her.

Professor Moody took the chance to ask her about it, one day after class. She lied and said that she'd been injured during the attack that killed her father, so she wore a magical charm to conceal the scars. Moody seemed to buy it, not that it would matter if he didn't. During their time on Sera, Harry had revealed who he suspected the one responsible for putting his name into the Goblet of Fire, so Olivia knew not to trust Moody.

If fact, she had to fight with all her being to not murder him, the moment the were alone.

Moody wasn't the only person who noticed that changes in Harry and his group of friends.

Again, Hermione tried to approach him, while he was sitting in the library with Daphne and Tracey. They were tucked into a corner, where Harry was examining Daphne's mark, explaining quietly some of the magical properties he'd learned about the marks from his experience with Olivia. Daphne listened intently, trying not to blush as Harry held her hand.

Tracey was just grinning at her best friend, silently teasing her because she could read her like an open book and knew she was struggling.

While his words weren't caught, Hermione did manage a glimpse of the shared mark of Tzeentch that was on Daphne's and Harry's palms.

"Harry…?" She spoke quietly, drawing his gaze to her. Daphne quickly hid her hand, and put her glove back on, throwing a suspicious glare towards Hermione, while Tracey just glanced at her, a bit of annoyance touching her gaze at the moment being interrupted.

Harry let out a sigh and rose to his feet, facing Hermione.

"What is it?" He asked her, taking note of how awful she looked. Hermione definitely looked thinner, and she obviously had been crying a lot lately, it showed in the redness in her eyes.

She looked like she was trying to form words, but they weren't taking shape. He stared at her for several very long moments, able to easily read what she wanted from her thoughts. She wanted to again apologize. She wanted him to forgive her. She wanted them to be friends again. There was something else there, that came as a surprise. She was jealous. Jealous of Daphne and Tracey, for being able to spend time with him. Jealous of Daphne for having her hand held by him.

"I know what you want Hermione." Harry spoke before she could form the words she wanted to say.

She blinked at him, confusion and surprise dancing on her face.

"I wish there was a way I could trust you again. We've been through so much together, and I wish we could have what we once did. But we can't. You turned your back on me. I gave you my trust, I put my faith in you, and you left me alone. You more than most, should have recognized what that would ultimately mean to me. I know you're sorry, and I acknowledge your apology. I may even forgive you. But I don't trust you. Without trust, there can't be anything more. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. Move on. It'll be better for you than to chase after something that wont come about." Harry said to her, causing fresh tears to fall from her eyes.

Her face twisted in pain, and she turned and left, unwilling to break down in front of them.

Harry watched her leave stoically.

"Forgiving her is entirely up to you Harry, but you were willing to forgive us, for worse." Tracey spoke up softly.

"There's a difference though. You didn't earn my trust. I gave it, foolishly, without cause. You weren't my friends then. When you betrayed me, we were nothing more than three people bound by fate. Nothing more. When she betrayed me, she was my best friend. That's the difference Tracey. That's why I can't let her back in my life. I miss her. I care about her. I can admit that now. But I can't let her back in. I can't trust her. I can't trust that she wont turn her back on me again. When you build trust with someone, it's like a glass vase. Pristine, clear, intricate. When it shatters, you can try to put it back together again, but no matter how well you do it, the cracks will always be there, and some cracks are too glaring to overlook." Harry replied, staring after Hermione, before turning to face the two.

Tracey gave him a nod of understanding. Accepting his position.

"If there was a way for her to earn your trust again, would you accept her back?" Daphne asked curiously.

Harry appeared thoughtful for a moment, before sadness crept across his face. "She was my best friend. Of course I'd accept her back. I just don't know how I could ever trust her again. I don't know how I could ever put faith in her to really have my back through thick and thin. If we can't have what we once did, than I don't want it, and if I can't trust her, than we can never have what we had before."

Daphne gave a hum of affirmation before sitting back in thought. Her thoughts turned towards ideas of finding a way for Hermione to earn Harry's trust again. Harry caught this train of thought and had to stop himself from actively questioning Daphne as to why she'd care, or want that. The answer came soon enough, almost immediately she answered it for him.

Though it wasn't put into words, Harry saw it in her mind's eye. Memories of him, memories of seeing Harry laughing with Hermione, and spending time with her. Memories of how close they once were, and how much their friendship obviously meant. To Daphne, restoring that friendship became a means to an end for her. That end being, to finally feel worthy of Harry's forgiveness. If she could find a way to allow Harry and Hermione to be friends again, than in her mind, she'd have done something worthy of the second chance Harry had given them. A chance she still didn't believe that she deserved.

To her, she always felt that her betrayal would hang over them, and darken their future. She still questioned his forgiveness, his willingness to set such a betrayal aside. To her, this was a way of truly earning it, at least for her.

Harry said nothing, and didn't let it show, and though he fought to keep it from appearing, a tender smile wished to take up residence on his face.

"You may be cold as ice on the outside, but you really are a kind person deep down, aren't you Daphne." Harry thought to himself, feeling his respect for her grow.

After a few quiet moments, he chose to dismiss that train of thought and return to their earlier conversation. He had no idea what she might end up deciding on, but a small part of him hoped beyond hope that Daphne came up with something. A way for him to be able to trust Hermione again, a way for them to have the friendship they once did. She was one of only three people in the world that Harry could say that he truly loved back then. With Sirius and Ron being the other two. Ron had showed no signs of wanting to earn Harry's forgiveness, and so that relationship was obviously dead. To have what he and Hermione once did, it would truly mean the world to Harry. He just didn't know how it could come to pass. He doubted Daphne would be able to come up with anything, and besides, from his perspective it would likely be decades before he was able to revisit this problem. Chances were reasonable he may not even care anymore.

So for now, he chose to let it go, and whatever happened, would happen.

A few days passed until the weekend, and finally the group gathered together to prepare for their excursions.

Fleur volunteered to go first. Excited and fearful for the adventure that awaited her.

"Have fun." Luna offered to the two.

"We'll try." Harry replied with a snort.

"Alright, let us do zis." Fleur rung her hands nervously as she readied to face what was about to happen.

Harry gave her a long look before drawing his wand, placing it to his temple, and casting the killing curse. He dropped like a sack of bricks, and a moment after he did, Fleur felt her world go white.

She found herself standing over Harry, as he lay in Luna's arms.

The two looked up at her, with Luna raised an eyebrow and then smirking.

"Does zis mean it worked?" Fleur asked.

"Yep." Harry responded. Fleur took the moment to recognize that Harry and Luna were both naked, and then it suddenly struck her that she was also naked.

"Careful, we're gonna appear this way wherever we end up, so come close to me quickly so I can hide us." Harry warned her, glancing at her naked body, which she didn't bother hiding. She simply gave him a look, and smirked at him when she noticed his eyes drifting over her body.

"Have fun you two." Luna offered with a smile, as she gently tousled Harry's hair.

"See you in a few weeks, Luna." Harry responded to her, as everything began to fade white.

The first thing Harry or Fleur noticed was the rocking beneath their feet.

They felt themselves swaying back and forth.

Fleur nearly fell over, but Harry grabbed her, pulling her against him, as the two were pushed against a wall.

Fleur blushed as their naked bodies came into contact, but before she could say anything, Harry suddenly had a leather vest and trousers on, he then removed the vest and transfigured it into a dress which he gave to Fleur to put on.

She did so, getting herself covered as another vest appeared on Harry's body from the Arsenal, which he again transfigured into a regular shirt.

"Are we on a boat?" Fleur asked as the rocking continued

"It feels like it." Harry answered as he glanced around the area they were in. It was a long hallway with many doors lining it. The two heard a horn sound, and were drawn through the ship, to it's exterior where people were gathered. The boat they were on wasn't overly large and around two dozen or so people stood on the bow of the ship with their luggage. The ship was approaching a lighthouse as it drew to a halt.

"Alright, all passengers, prepare to disembark!" Came a shout from a crew member.

The ship came to a halt near to the lighthouse, and a ramp was extended to cross over to it.

Fleur and Harry quickly joined the passengers in going to the lighthouse where they were ushered inside.

Inside of the lighthouse, was a grand statue of a man overlooking the entrance. Before him, was a banner that said, 'No Gods, or Kings, only Men.'

Harry and Fleur continued to follow the others, trailing down some steps as ordered by watchers who ushered them on. In a lower chamber, there sat a large round submersible, where people were being ushered inside of it.

No questions were asked, no tickets demanded. If there was a requirement to go where they were going, it was met by getting on the original boat ride, so they weren't wasting time with checking things now.

The two entered into the submersible along with the rest of the passengers. It was a relatively decent squeeze, but not packed. People spoke in hushed whispers, excitement dancing in their tones. Harry and Fleur stayed off to the side, to avoid drawing attention to themselves as a lever was pulled and the submersible's large door was sealed shut.

Soon the submersible began to descend, and Harry felt his excitement grow. Fleur took his hand, her own nerves showing, as she struggled to grasp what was going on, or where they were headed.

Suddenly, a screen rose, and a projector on the ceiling activated.

An image appeared on the screen, an image of a man, and soon his voice filled the sub.

"I'm Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Should a man, be entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington, it belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican, it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow, it belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose Rapture!" At that, the screen fell, and those within the sub, including Harry and Fleur were treated to a breathtaking sight. There, spread out before them, on the ocean floor, was a massive city. Towering structures jutted up from the ground, as light's filled the darkened depths.

Harry felt his jaw drop, and he wasn't alone.

"Incredible." He uttered in amazement.

"A City, where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, where the great, would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat, of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well." Ryan's voice concluded as the submersible made it's way into dock, within one of the structures.

Fleur and Harry shared a glance of excitement and intrigue as the sub rose into it's birth.

"Alright, we've arrived. Careful as you step off, and proceed to the Welcome Pavilion. Welcome to Rapture." The man who'd brought them down said as the door opened letting the group off of the sub.

Harry and Fleur trailed behind everyone else, but as soon as there was no one watching Harry drew the Invisibility Cloak and covered the two of them.

They continued to follow but Harry didn't want to run into any issues in case the duo needed passports or money, neither of which they had.

They made it into an orientation center, where they were greeted by another man, who gave everyone a rundown of where they were, and what this place was. A brief explanation was given as to Rapture's existence, where it was explained that the business man, Andrew Ryan, had the city built to be a utopia away from the laws, rules, restrictions, and bias' of the surface world. Rapture was a place a freedom, where any man or woman was free to rise and fall based off their own merits. A market of free capitalists to whom work was their wager. Here in Rapture, a man forged his own future.

He went on to address those that had already purchased accommodations in Rapture, and directed everyone else to local hotels that they could stay at for a few nights while they found work, or decided on where they'd be living permanently.

The city was built deep beneath the ocean, out of sight and out of mind from the rest of the world. There were three means of transportation around the city, the population of which was around fifty thousand. The city was interconnected by tunnels so you could just walk to each location. Then there was a railway system, and finally the bathysphere system, basically a group of submersibles like the one they used to get down here, that could be used for personal travel if you could afford one.

There was no government in Rapture. The city had a council which worked to create some rules and ordinances to keep people from doing anything remarkably stupid or dangerous. The city was at the bottom of the ocean, so a few measures had to be taken to keep people from accidentally or intentionally damaging the city, but aside from that, it truly was a city without laws.

There were constables, but they served more as a private security force than actual law enforcement. If you payed them, than they'd protect your business, or patrol your streets, and keep you safe, but aside from them, there truly wasn't such a thing as a system of law in rapture. Much like Locust society, it was a place where might made right. If you had money, and authority, you could do anything in Rapture, and no one would bat an eyelash.

There was no such thing as censorship, any kind of art from the morbid and grotesque to the deeply provocative was allowed, and could be displayed anywhere the owner of said space allowed. There was no such thing as ethical limitation for scientists in Rapture. If you got a man to sign a document saying he was willing to participate in an experiment, than whomever he'd sold himself to could do anything with him, and no one would argue it. People had full right to own firearms to protect themselves, and their livelihood just so long as those firearms were below a certain level of firepower. This was a universal truth, since again, they were underwater, and though the windows and exterior walls were heavily reinforced and dense, they were still vulnerable.

It terms of style, the city had a certain Art Deco theme to it, and Harry and Fleur quickly learned that this was indeed Earth, but in the year 1954, it was early in the year, around March.

After waiting through orientation, Harry and Fleur found themselves sitting at a restaurant. Neither had any money at the moment, so they were just sitting and discussing where they had found themselves.

Fleur spoke excitedly, as she was absolutely enthralled with this place, and it's unique nature, and though he was equally as impressed and excited, he was quick to temper her by reminding her that they had a job to do here. If he was right about his suspicions, this place had been chosen for Fleur's ascension, that meant that they would use this place for that purpose.

Fleur agreed, though she was still excited to be in such a place.

From there, the two dealt with their first worry, which was getting a place to stay. It was not hard to manage that, all Harry had to do was slip under the Invisibility Cloak, and rob a few cash registers. Rapture had internal security camera's but they were massive, and thus, easy to predict, so he could avoid anyone recording his actions, while hidden.

Once he'd stolen a few hundred bucks, the two went and got themselves an apartment. They did get a strange look from the owner of the apartments, as Harry was obviously a teenager, and he was wearing an eye patch, while Fleur was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. He found the two an interesting sight, but their money was good, and that was all he really cared about. Once they had a place to stay, they used the remaining money to buy a few items of necessity, namely clothes, food, and water.

They used the time gathering these supplies to take in the city itself, and again, the two were mesmerized by it. Once they had supplies, and a place to call home, they could finally sit down and discuss what they were going to do.

"So… how is it zat I should go about zis?" Fleur asked him as she sat beside him on the rough old couch in their apartment.

"Well firstly, I'll have to activate your mark, that'll begin the transformation process and make it easier on you. Secondly, you just have to work towards becoming what you're meant to be. As an emissary of the Prince of Pleasure. Your god represents pleasure and emotion in all of their forms. Hedonism and excess. Decadence, and pain. Perfection and Passion. Your patron is a bit more varied than Olivia's was. For Olivia, it was pretty straight-forward from the word go. She had to fight, she had to kill, she had to survive. So it was easy for us. Yours is a bit more complicated." Harry explained to her.

"Well the pleasure part will be easy enough." She said to him with a smirk, causing him to smirk and chuckle at the implication. She continued, "But I am assuming it is more zen just having sex togezer. More will be needed to show my commitment to my patron."

"Very true. Us having sex will be a part of it, especially the indulgent kind of sex, or even sex that pushes boundaries. Sex is a reasonable vector because it fulfills many of the concepts of the Dark Prince. Pleasure, and passion, but it can also involve erotic or sensual pain, it can go beyond, pushing to extremes, thus fulfilling excess. It's a good vector, but unless you're planning on spending the next five years on your back, we'll have to think of other things as well." Harry noted, causing Fleur to blush a bit, but quickly nod at his final comment.

"Two zings, while we are on ze topic. I do not like ze stereotype zat Veela are whores or sluts. I never wanted zat to be me. Wiz zat being said, I do have a high sex drive. I will not deny zat, and we shall see how I compare to your ozer lovers, but I know myself enough to know zat despite my distaste for ze stereotype of Veela, I am someone who enjoys ze stimulation of it. I do have my boundaries zough. One of which is zat I will not sleep wiz someone I am not in love wiz, or falling in love wiz. I do not like ze idea of casual sex. I zink it should have resonance, it should have love and passion in it. I am not against having multiple partners, so long as zose partners are my lovers, people zat I care about, or am close wiz. I just wanted to make zat clear, zat despite what may be needed in regards to zat for my ascension I have my boundaries, and I would never betray you, or anyone else zat I loved by sleeping wiz someone outside of our relationship." Fleur explained to him, setting out her boundaries, and where she stood in regards to sex in their relationship.

"A respectable position, and one I appreciate. I've never tested to see if I'm the jealous type, but knowing me the way that I do, I don't think I could share you with someone who wasn't also mine." He expressed, showing her the same honesty that she was offering him.

"Zough a part of me would love to see you get jealous, I would never intentionally make you so. I don't like people who play with zeir loved one's feelings like zat. If you love someone, you should hold zem sacred, in mind, body, and spirit." Fleur offered.

"That point in specific, I very much agree with. Now, what was the second thing you wanted to bring up?" Harry asked.

"What are your boundaries in regards to a relationship and to sex? We will be having it, quite a lot, but you have certainly had it more zen me. I told you some of my boundaries in a relationship sense, and well, when it comes to sex, I do not really know zem yet, since I haven't had a lot of it. You are ze only person I've ever actually had sex wiz, so you know how it all went. Is zere anyzing major zat I should know?" Fleur explained her question to him, making him appear thoughtful for a moment.

"When it comes to a relationship, my boundaries are very simple. If you have a problem, talk to me about it. That's all I ask. Whether something agitates you, or you can't wrap your head around the whys, just talk to me. I'll never turn down the chance to rationalize my position to someone who might have a different opinion. Following that, I want to hear your opinion. I don't want a doormat as my partner. Tell me what you want, and what you're feeling. I know how I am, and I know how I'll act, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear what you have to say, even if it might contradict my position or direction. Communication is key in a relationship, so just speak your mind, and we'll find our way through any problems that emerge. Beyond that, your boundaries are basically just like mine. I don't mind sharing you with my other partners, and I also wouldn't mind finding other partners while we're here, but if we go down that road, it'll always be a decision we make together. We're in this together. We're here for however many years, and when our time comes, we'll leave this place and probably never return. So if we end up finding someone we both like, then it's perfectly alright to have them in our relationship, just so long as we never forget that we're in this permanently, anyone we meet, is most likely going to just be a passing thing. Now beyond that, when it comes to sex, my boundaries are simple, I don't really have any. At least none that I've found yet. I've had lovey, romantic sex, I've had short pleasurable stints that lasted a few minutes and were only meant for a quick release, I've had rough sex that's lasted for hours. When we start getting into our rhythm I'll get more into the things I've grown to like, but more or less, I have no real boundaries when it comes to bedroom antics. I'm willing to try anything at least once. I figure since I'm going to live forever, why not, ya know." Harry laid out his own position and how he felt, which Fleur understood and accepted with a smile.

She agreed that communication was key, and was happy that he was still accepting of the idea of her being with someone else, if that someone was also his partner as well. That meant that despite the added couple of decades he was still open to the idea of getting with her sister, and if he did, than he'd allow Fleur to sleep with her as well which is something that Fleur wanted.

Hearing her train of thought on that, and having grown more accepting of his bonded partners knowing more about his abilities, Harry chose to ask her about it, by revealing his mind-reading powers.

"Fleur, part of the experiments conducted on me, was placing a dead mind-flayer parasite in my brain. You know a bit about mind-flayers right?" Harry began, earning a nod from her, he continued, "Well it bonded with my brain quite nicely, and gave me the power to read minds with relative ease. Surface thoughts are like audible voices when I focus my powers, and when it comes to anyone I'm actively communicating with, it works as well as active legilimency. The reason I'm bringing this up, is that firstly I wanted you to know I can hear your thoughts, and secondly, I was wondering why I was your first if you wanted to be with Gabrielle? What's stopping you from being with her?"

Fleur seemed to go pale when Harry revealed that he'd heard that thought, and she quickly began blushing up a storm as her eyes fell.

"Keep in mind, I was actively shagging my own sister for over two decades and am in-fact, also in love with her." Harry added in, to try and alleviate some of her embarrassment which seemed to work.

"It is… taboo." Fleur admitted.

Harry gave her a curious look because obviously she didn't mean that in the way he understood it. There was no point in saying that, since obviously, incest was taboo, so she meant it in another way.

"It is taboo not just because we are sisters, but because we are both Veela, and unbonded. Veela cannot form multiple bonds unless zeir first bonded partner is dead, so if two Veela who are already bonded wanted to have sex, zat is fine, or if zey wanted to do zings zat did not involve vaginal penetration zat would not cause a bond to form, which is also fine. Ze reason for ze danger is zat two Veela will always produce a full blooded Veela if zey conceive a child, no matter how much Veela blood zey have. I am a quarter-Veela, I may have mentioned zat. My grandmama is a full Veela. She is ze daughter of my Great-grandmama, and my great aunt. Essentially, my grandmozer's sister, is also her mozer, and her mozer is also her grandmozer." Fleur expressed, revealing that rather complicated and sinful part of her family's past.

"I see. So your great-grandmother had a child with your great-aunt which resulted in your grandmother. The breeding of two Veela creates a pure blooded Veela, regardless of how diluted the Veela blood of the parents are, that's what I'm getting." Harry repeated her explanation, explaining it out loud to make sure he understood.

"Yes. It is highly taboo because full blooded Veela are so dangerous. And it is dangerous for zem, since zey are usually raped when zey are children. For most Veela zere allure activates when zey are teenagers, but full blooded Veela can have it appear when zey are children. Some even have it activate when zey are born. Full blooded Veela have powerful allures, while also being more attractive to ozer Veela. So it is usually zeir family zat assaults zem. Zese assaults can lead to pregnancies, and zus, more pure blooded Veela. Covens of Veela have fallen into self-destructive degeneracy because of zis. Zankfully my Grandmozer was given over to ozer family members who were already bonded to males who were immune, so she could be raised in peace. She did not even meet her mozers until she was already a teenager." Fleur explained.

"Wow. Sounds like it was for the best, in regards to your grandmother. At least until she had some control over her allure." Harry spoke.

"Yes. Veela can still bond wiz ozer Veela. But a part of ze bonding process links them to allure itself which is why Veela mating wiz ozer Veela is bad, if zey are unbonded. If I were to get wiz Gabby now, while we are unbonded, we would start bonding wiz each ozer, and that would also bond us with our allures, meaning if we found anozer Veela and felt zeir allure, we'd be drawn to zem. You can imagine why zis is bad if zey give birth to pure blooded Veela who are basically born wiz their allure sometimes, and are also more attractive to ozer Veela. It just opens ze doorway for depravity and degeneracy so ze Veela keep from having sex wiz each ozer unless zey are already bonded to a non-Veela." Fleur expressed, rationalizing the dangers, and how, despite her wants, she wasn't willing to risk becoming such a degenerate that would attack their own child. Despite her love her for her sister, she didn't want to take such risk, or invite such a nightmare into their lives.

"So that's why you wanted to have me and her get together. If she bonds with me fully, than the two of you would be free to do whatever you wanted, without the risk of falling for each other's allure. Even if you got each other pregnant because you wouldn't be bonded to another Veela, you wouldn't be attracted to your daughter's allure, so there wouldn't be dangers in raising her." Harry recognized Fleur's intent, and why she wanted the things she wanted.

"Yes. Zat is more or less, ze gist of it. Zough, I do wish to point out zat I do not want to have children with Gabby, or at least, I have not zought about it. I have not zought about children in general, it is more a physical and romantic desire. Maybe one day ze desire will strike me, but zat will be a discussion for ze three of us." Fleur emphasized.

"Alright. Thank you for explaining. Quick question though, just so I know, does Gabby feel the same about you, or at least, does she know how you feel?" Harry inquired, causing Fleur to blush, and immediately an image of her and her sister kissing flashed into her mind. Harry saw the image and blinked, his actions causing Fleur to immediately recognize that he'd also seen the image, which caused her face to turn an almost fiery red in embarrassment.

"She and I have done some zings. Not sex. But we have touched ourselves togezer once or twice. She knows zat I am attracted to her, but I have never told her of my deeper feelings. I do not know how deep her own feelings run. Another reason I wanted you and her to get togezer is that if you do, she and I can be wiz one anozer wizout me having to tell her of my actual feelings. She does know zat I want to share you wiz her, but she probably just zinks it is because I want her to have a partner and avoid getting sent to one of ze covens when she is older. She may suspect of course, my sister is very smart, smarter zen me by a long shot, I will admit." Fleur admitted, still blushing with uncharacteristic redness.

"Again, no need to be embarrassed. I'm in the same boat with Olivia." Harry shrugged at her.

"I know, it is just, it was somezing I never zought I would have. Or could have, more accurately. But zen zis mark appeared, and I met you, and you had ze strength to resist a Veela's allure, and suddenly, I could have ze zings I had wanted all my life. I could have a man who would love me like my papa loves my mama. And of course, it meant I could have Gabby too, because what man would not want two beautiful Veela? I know zat I should have been concerned about zese marks, and worried, but zey have offered me ze chance to have ze zings I zought I could not. So to me, zey are a blessing." Fleur expressed, earning a nod of understanding from Harry.

"Okay. I appreciate you being honest. I can tell that it isn't easy to talk about things that are this personal, so I'm thankful for your willingness to trust me. I can't say if anything will form between me and Gabrielle, but I will admit that I think she's beautiful, and I've enjoyed talking to her the few times you've brought her over to sit with us. So I'm willing to give it a try sometime down the line, once you and I get settled." Harry admitted himself, repaying her honesty, by being honest in turn.

She smiled brightly at him, happy to hear that he had a positive outlook on that particular direction.

"Truth be told, if things go well for us here, it might be something we can look into when we return home, and I'm done with Tracey's and Daphne's trips." Harry added, causing Fleur's grin to widen.

"I am happy to hear zat. Now… what can we do to help me ascend? As we said earlier, sex is easy for you and I, but it may not be enough, especially for a god of pleasure, so what else is zere?" Fleur asked him, drawing the conversation back around to where they'd started.

"Well there is passion and perfection, or more accurately the pursuit of it. I'm almost one hundred percent certain I was right in regards to bringing you with me and the world we'd end up on. The moment I heard Andrew Ryan say this was a city where the artist would not fear the censor, I knew. You enjoy painting right? You mentioned that on our first date." Harry began, earning a blink of surprise and a genuine smile from her, that he'd remembered that.

She did in fact enjoy to paint, but she never really got to enjoy it while at school as she didn't have the supplies with her, and of course, didn't want the other students to make fun of her for her paintings which ran the gambit. Fleur just enjoyed painting in general, so she painted in many different forms, from portraits, to landscapes, to esoteric imagery. She wasn't all that good yet, at least by her own measure, though her parents and sister always said she had a gift for it. She felt she was much better at drawing, which she enjoyed, just not as much as painting.

Having heard her confirmation in her thoughts, Harry chose to continue. "The way I see it, here you have the chance to express yourself through your art in whatever manner you desire. I don't see why you shouldn't engage in that passion, and work to become the best version of yourself. We can get you the supplies tomorrow, and you can paint to your heart's content."

"I zink zat is a good place to start. Harry." She agreed. It may or may not be the answer, but it was something she loved that she didn't get to do enough, so she was more than happy to indulge in it for a little while. They still had around four-and-a-half years so there was time to pursue other things if this didn't work out.

From there they ate some dinner, which allowed Harry to show her that he was a half-decent cook. A fact that had surprised Olivia when he'd first shown her. Fleur complimented the meal and that night the two shared the same bed. To Harry it was natural since he'd been sharing his bed with women for the better part of four decades in total. For her she was a bit shy, the two started with just laying next to each other but Fleur was restless, since she didn't know how to react. Finally she gathered her courage and scooted beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, and draping an arm over his chest. He simply smiled at her attempt and held her against him, and allowed himself to start falling asleep. He didn't manage to get there as Fleur remained restless. Her mind whirling with the idea of having sex with him. She would think about it, then mentally shush herself to keep him from hearing as she didn't know how strong his mind-reading was while he was resting or trying to sleep.

This carried on, as she mentally warred with herself, until finally Harry had enough and opened his eyes. He then took one of her hands and guided it beneath the blanked to place on his erection. Her eyes widened briefly as she felt it, and she began blushing. "Oops… is zat my fault?" She asked with a timid little grin.

"What do you think?" He asked with playful annoyance as he met her gaze.

Her grin grew as her hand snaked into his underwear and began to slide along his engorged member.

Slowly, she pulled it from his underwear, continued to stroke at while the two held each other's gaze.

Fleur bit her lip as an idea formed in her mind. "Do you want me to suck on it?" She questioned internally, causing Harry to give her a gentle nod.

Her own grin grew, happy to not have to actually say something like that out loud. It was easier because she didn't have to worry about how to vocalize it, she could just think it, and he'd respond.

She began to move, pulling back the covers and lowering herself down to his engorged member. She took a moment to admire his size, and she felt her body shudder in anticipation of having that inside of her again. For now though, she was on a mission.

Harry watched as Fleur began to trail kisses along his shaft.

As she kissed him, she gently stroked his member, feeling the heat within it, and the pulsing of his blood. Finally she got to the tip, where she placed a final kiss on his head before glancing up at him, and gifting him with a playful smile.

He stared back at her, excitement and anticipation dancing in his visible eye. Slowly, she began to take him into her mouth. She was inexperienced, but Harry was used to it. Luna and Olivia had both been equally as inexperienced once, and had both gotten quite good at it after a while.

Fleur began to bob her head along the upper third of his member, slowly taking in more of him as she went along.

Eventually she got to around halfway, and with her spit lubricating the lower half, she used one of her hands to jerk him off while she continued with her mouth. Harry had to wonder if perhaps Veela didn't have gag-reflexes. He wasn't quite sure, but she was certainly taking in a lot of him, without the usual struggle he'd found in the other two.

This continued for a bit, as Harry enjoyed himself. He began to feel his release starting to build, so decided to take a more active role.

He took hold of her hair, and pulled her up from his member. She stared at him, wondering why he'd stopped her.

"I should be returning the favor." He said to her.

Fleur's eyes lit up. "You want to eat me out?" She grinned at him.

"Definitely, but that isn't what I said. I said I wanted to return the favor." He replied. She stared at him for a moment before recognizing what he was saying.

Her face lit up with excitement as she quickly stripped off her nightgown and underwear. She paused for just a moment, as she began to blush. She grew a bit timid and covered her crotch with her hands.

"Are you sure?" She asked him, still blushing.

"Gotta try it to know." Harry responded.

She took in a breath before removing her hands, allowing him a look at her now erect member.

The first thing he noticed was that it didn't look like a typical human penis. It was wide at the base, and tapered off to a pointed head, similar to a human's but definitely different. It was all one color as well, a faded purplish-red. It was around six inches long, and he could immediately tell it was sensitive to her, as she shuddered when exposing it to the cooler air of their room.

She blushed deeply as he stared at it, wondering what he was thinking. In her mind she was hoping he took to it, allowing him to accept her body fully, which would be huge for them. Finding a man who was immune or resistant to allure, whom you could also get along with, and were compatible with, who was also accepting of your body and all it's unique features was like winning the lottery for a Veela. It was hard enough just finding the first one, let alone someone who hit all three marks.

He stared for several long moments before he moved forward. He brought her into a kiss, as he reached down and took hold of her member. She shuddered at his touch, he felt it run through her whole body, which naturally caused him to grin into the kiss.

He gently stroked her while they kissed, taking the time to get used to it's strange shape. Finally he pulled back and removed his underwear completely.

He laid back, and motioned for her to join him. She grinned excitedly, and did as instructed. He didn't need to tell her how he wanted her to go, she could easily guess.

Climbing on top of him, she mounted his face, and lowered herself to take his member back into her mouth. A moment later she felt him begin to kiss her penis. She shuddered once more, as he repeated her earlier actions on her own member, kissing at it, and gently stroking it, before finally taking it into his mouth.

He gently sucked on her, using what he'd learned from his other lovers, and simply trying to emulate them. Doing what he knew he liked, and seeing what effect it had on Fleur.

He heard her moan around his member, which naturally spurred him on. His hands, which were currently fondling her naked butt, trailed inwards so he could start teasing her pussy. She again shuddered when she felt him brush the lips of her opening. He continued to tease her for several long moments before sinking his fingers in, causing her to groan and thrust deeper into his mouth. He had to fight not to gag, since he didn't want to offend her or make her think he wasn't enjoying himself, because he very much was. Getting these sounds out of her, hearing her moans, and groans as he sucked and fingered her, was exciting.

Finally he felt himself begin to build again, but she was right there with him. She started thrusting into his mouth as he fingered her faster. She reached her limit before he did. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she thrust deep into his mouth, her penis exploding like a volcano. He felt her cum flood his mouth as she moaned deeply. He swallowed it down, without a second thought, again just doing what he knew he liked when he got a blowjob.

She continued to shudder for a few long moments and rolled off of him to look down at him, no doubt wanting to see what he'd done with her release.

He gave her a curious look and smiled at her, which earned a beaming grin from her in response. She didn't need to ask if he was enjoying himself. She quickly moved back onto him, and quickly began bobbing along his cock, hoping to get him to his release, in repayment for her own. He pulled her flush onto him, giving him access to her pussy, which he immediately dove into. He was far more experienced in eating a woman out, so he wasted no time in doing so.

Fleur again moaned loudly as she felt his tongue invade her depths. It wasn't long before she felt him pull back and groan as he reached his own climax and erupted in her mouth, which she also greedily drank down, mimicking how quickly he'd done so with her.

Her excitement was through the roof. She quickly got up, and sat on his lap, her hand wrapping around his cock and playfully rubbing it against her own.

"Harry, can I fuck you?" She asked him, excitement coloring her face.

He smirked up at her, knowing exactly what she meant by that.

"Does that mean I get to fuck your ass when this is done?" He questioned in response. Fleur nodded vigorously, as her excitement shined through. "Then, sure. Just be gentle, it's my first time." He played at being bashful, but in reality he was excited to know what it felt like. This wasn't the first time he'd been pleasured in the ass. Olivia would sometimes finger his ass while he fucked her, to make him cum faster, or harder, so he had experience in it, but he'd never actually been on the receiving end of anal sex before.

She immediately moved into position, lubricating his entrance, and her penis with her saliva. She then pushed into him, slowly at first, taking in how tight he was, but after a few moments, she noticed how well Harry was taking it, and went just a bit faster.

He groaned in pleasure, as she bottomed out within him. Her advance was agonizingly slow at first, Harry taking the time to note that his body didn't have the same endurance he'd had in his previous life. Years of sex with Olivia gave him reasonable endurance to last longer, but being reset into his younger body, left him with the experience but his was body was fresh once more.

Once she got a good rhythm she began to pick up speed. It was a strange feeling, one that he wasn't used to, but he found it enjoyable, and quite pleasurable. It was exciting to try something new, to open himself up to a new experience. He felt one of her small soft hands wrap around his engorged member, and begin stroking him, matching her thrusts in rhythm. He reached his limit before she did, his cock beginning to spurt out long ropes of cum as he climaxed. Fleur let out an excited laugh and tried to catch some of his cum on her naked chest. She succeeded with a bit of it, gifting him a playful grin as he groaned out from his release.

She did not relent until she reached her own peak, continuing to thrust into his depths for several more minutes, taking in his moans and groans, with her own sounds intermingling with his.

She was in heaven, she had given over all of herself to this man, and he was accepting her. She had truly won the jackpot. For the first time, she offered a prayer of thanks to her patron god for bringing the two of them together. At the end of her offering, she reached her climax and exploded in his depths.

She held herself within him, panting and shaking as she released every drop that she could, into his bowels. She ended up pulling out of him and laying by his side, staring up at the ceiling with a wide, horny grin on her face.

The two laid there for several long moments panting and sweating. Harry felt a string of emotions that was difficult to decipher. All he knew for certain, was that it had felt good, and he was still very horny.

"Was zat good?" Fleur asked him, hopefully. She was hoping he liked it, because she definitely wanted to do that again.

He blinked at her for a moment before rolling on top of her and kissing her roughly.

He didn't answer, instead allowing himself to fall into a lustful haze. He held her in that kiss for several long moments guiding her to sit up as he did. Before more words could be exchanged, he separated from her, and pushed her face-first into the bed, causing her to yelp out in surprise.

He quickly began to enter into her ass.

He had just enough focus to remember to cast the spell so that he wouldn't hurt her, but once he did, he used some of his own cum that had splattered onto the bed to lubricate his cock and her entrance, he then quickly pushed his full way into her, causing her to howl in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and excitement.

He was rough with her, rougher than he'd meant to be, but she seemed to take to it very quickly. He was pounding into her ass with long powerful thrusts. He held her hips as he did, while she kept her face buried in a pillow as she moaned and howled. Every few moments he'd wipe more of his leftover cum on his member to keep friction from building up, though otherwise kept up his assault, eager to reach his release. He didn't last long, cumming once more, this time filling her depths with his seed.

He was breathless for only a moment before he pulled himself free, and cleaned off his member. He then gazed down at her ass and watched for a moment as his cum bubbled out of it. She was breathing heavily which simply spurred him on.

He adjusted himself and pressed his cock against her pussy. She lifted her head and glanced back at him in surprise and excitement. He wasn't done yet, despite having cum three times already.

"God, Harry! You're still going!?" She howled out as he sunk into her depths. She glanced over her shoulder at him, to see the excited grin on his face. It was then she noticed the mark of Slaanesh on his arm, and how it was blazing brightly with purple light. Her eyes than drifted back to her own mark, which now glowed with a similar intensity. She grinned and offered another thanks to her patron for gifting her a boyfriend with incredible vitality. She knew this was the start of an incredible life with him.

He plowed into her for several long minutes, mimicking her earlier actions by jerking her off, as he fucked her cunt. Soon his opposite hand was rubbing at her clit, trying to illicit as much pleasure out of her as he could. Her howls of ecstasy drove him on and on, even as she erupted around his member, and came ropes of cum onto the bed beneath her. Finally, he brought himself to conclusion in her depths, his hot seed spilling into her with a shared groan from the both of them. He panted over her for several long moments, listening to her breathing before wrapping his arm around her and pulling her back on top of him as he fell back onto the bed. She let out a frightened yelp, which quickly morphed into a playful laugh as she felt him begin to kiss at her shoulder and nibble on her neck. She laughed for several seconds before guiding his still erect member back into her pussy. As soon as he entered her, he began to thrust, the air filled with her moans and eventually she reached her climax again, her fluids flooded around his cock as he continued to piston in and out of her, meanwhile her cum spurted through the air from her penis, some of it landing on herself and Harry.

He continued until he once more groaned and reached his release, spilling inside of her cunt for the last time.

The two lay panting for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of their love-making. Finally Fleur removed herself from his penis, noting that it was still erect, even after all this time. She rested on his chest, meeting him in a gentle, and loving kiss. The kiss held for a few moments, before she pulled back and rested her head on his chest.

She listed to the powerful thumping of his draconic heart, all the while he stroked the flesh of her back.

"Zat was wonderful Harry." She whispered with a smile.

"Sorry if I got a little too excited. I'm so used to Olivia, and sex with her is a challenge." He responded causing her to lift her head to look at him with a curious gaze.

"Why is zat? She doesn't enjoy it?" Fleur asked.

"No she enjoys it, but the people we lived with on Sera were brutal, and savage, and Olivia picked up a lot of their mannerisms. We make love, of course, but more often then not, she wants me to overpower her. She practically wants me to rape her, at least in regards to how it goes. Foreplay for her involves a bit of wrestling, and putting me into a choke-hold and I'm forced to get out of it. It's definitely play fighting, don't get me wrong, but as a Daemon, her form of play fighting is rough as hell. I've come out of fucking Olivia with a black eye more than once. It's something I've had to work on since coming back when I'm with Luna, because I'm just not as used to gentle love-making, or even the passionate kind of sex like we had the first time. I'm used to man-handling my woman, and taking her. So if at any point you don't like it, or want me to ease off, just say the word. I definitely enjoy what Olivia and I have, but it's not a requirement for me. If I start getting aggressive or manhandling you, just tell me your uncomfortable and I'll back off." Harry explained to her, letting her know why he may have come off as a bit aggressive.

"Well I certainly enjoy a bit of roughness and forcefulness. And I certainly enjoy being 'your woman'. I will let you know if you go to far, but so far, you have not, and I very much liked it." Fleur offered with a smile as she leaned up and kissed him. He returned the kiss and held her against him, allowing himself a moment to bask in her presence.

They fell asleep together, and the following morning, Fleur was awoken to the smell of food cooking. She lazily climbed out of bed, and wandered over to their kitchenette to find Harry just finishing up with breakfast. He turned and looked at her, giving her an apprising grin before taking two plates of food over to the table. She followed after him, and hungrily dug into the food. It was only about halfway through the meal that she glanced down and spotted her bare breasts, and realized that she was completely naked. She had fallen asleep without redressing last night, and was still entirely bare.

She blushed and glanced at Harry who'd been eyeing her up all morning. He gave her a knowing look. She quickly finished her food and brought it to the sink, and as she was cleaning it off, still blushing up a storm, Harry came up behind her.

She shuddered as his hands came across her hips. Slowly he pulled her back until she felt his member push against her opening. She let out a groan as he pushed into her, continuing all the way until he bottomed out, he then took her breasts and began kissing at her neck as he took her.

She groaned and moaned enjoying the sensations for as long as it lasted. Minutes passed before she heard him groan and felt the warmth of his seed spill out into her insides. After a few long moments he removed himself from her, allowing her to turn and face him. He kissed her, and his hand slid between her legs, two fingers sliding into her depths to finish her off.

She reached her climax letting out a laugh as she pressed against him. "Don't worry, I always return the favor." He growled sensually into her ear, causing her to bite her lip excitedly and blush. She then quickly pulled away from him, knowing that if she remained in his arms they'd just keep going at it.

Just as she suspected, she'd barely made it past the kitchen table when he caught her. She quickly found herself bent over the table, bouncing wildly back against him as he pounded into her depths once more.

She reached her climax once more, having allowed her cock to emerge so she could jerk herself off while being fucked. She finished around him, and on the table top itself, causing her to blush deeply.

He had paused for only a moment to let her come down from her climax but she could feel him beginning to move again. Quickly, she pulled herself off of him, and dropped to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth. She brought him to his release, pulling back and letting him finish on her face. Knowing full well that if she drank down his cum, she'd want to keep having sex.

He groaned throughout his release, happily spilling his load onto her beautiful face. She stared up at him for several long moments, a playful loving smile dancing it's way onto her face.

"Clean up." She ordered him, rising to her feet, and quickly making for the bathroom. She was beginning to understand just how dangerous he was to her. This could quickly become addicting.

She felt him come up behind her, and she mentally prepared herself to tell him to stop, as much as she wanted to keep doing this, they had things to do today. Before she could muster the strength to say that, she felt him once more give her a playful swat on the butt. She spun around, blushing deeply, grinning to herself as she backed away from him. He stared after her, an enticing smirk on his face, but he ultimately didn't pursue her further.

She found herself giggling as she raced into the bathroom to hide from him.

Harry stared after her, grinning in enjoyment. This was the start of their new life together, and from his perspective, it had gotten off to a wonderful start. He could only hope that it continued to be this enjoyable.

In the bathroom, Fleur was blushing redder than she ever had, and grinning from ear to ear. Her heart hammered in her chest. "I think I'm in love." She nearly swooned as she took in several deep breaths and then moved to take a shower, and finally clean off from the morning and previous night's events.

For the next hour or so, Fleur had to play keep away from Harry not trusting that he wasn't going to start molesting her if she got within arm's reach. To be fair, he had tried to do so twice since she got out of the bathroom, so she had justification. She also took the opportunity, just to test him, and make absolutely certain that he still had his resistance to her allure. She'd dance out of his grip and allow her allure to bloom, giving him a playful look as she did. He'd chuckle or wink at her, but not pursue, showing that he wasn't being controlled by her, he was simply doing what he wanted to. This made her happy, and she was certainly enjoying the attention, but they had things to do today, and in her own words, they could shag later.

So with that settled, the two set out into the city to explore. They traveled to and fro, gathering supplies so Fleur could begin painting, all the while, taking note of special interests. Harry was the first to notice the signs offering for people to help in testing a remarkable new invention from Fontaine Futuristics.

It was just starting to roll out, Plasmids. Word on the street was that a new miracle drug was being devised, one that could change you on a genetic level, and Fontaine Futuristics was looking for researchers and volunteers to test these new drugs.

Harry took an immediate interest, due to his growing love of biological and mechanical engineering/science from his time as Chief Scientist of the Locust. Something like this, seemed right up his alley.

After a few more thefts to get enough money to survive on for a few weeks, and buying Fleur's supplies, Harry set out to learn more about this new miracle drug.

Harry showed up at their offices, letting them know he was there to join the research team. This earned a few laughs and incredulous looks, but it all went away with a brief demonstration of his intelligence, and a subtle compulsion charm. A few hours later he was brought to one of the leaders of the project, a woman named Brigid Tenenbaum.

"Hey Doc… got you a new assistant you were looking for." The man leading Harry offered in introduction.

The woman, Tenenbaum glanced up at him. Her cool gaze briefly noting Harry's youth and strange appearance, one of his eyes being covered by an eye patch.

"This child fulfilled all the requirements?" She asked in a russian accent, giving the secretary a glance.

"He did. Seems to a be a young genius in the making." The man replied, giving Harry a playful pat on the back.

"Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you." Harry offered in greeting, his gaze meeting with Tenenbaum's. She stared back at him for a moment before nodding and rising to her feet. He sensed recognition in her eyes, as if she'd seen something familiar.

"You will work as my assistant and aid in my research projects. If you have questions, ask, and I will explain. Do not keep me from my work by dragging your feet." Tenenbaum instructed.

Harry nodded, ready to once more resume the roll of assistant, and begin learning, though he had no intention of staying there for long.

Early the following day, Harry and Fleur sat down so that Harry could awaken her mark. They were nervous as first to see what would come of it, but it wouldn't do to just wait on it.

Fleur shuddered as Harry held her arm in his hand, and began the process of activating it. Moments passed as the mark awoke, and magic began coursing through Fleur's body.

She let out a low groan of both discomfort and pleasure. Harry watched the effects take place as just like the other three, Fleur began to change. Across her lower back, an upside-down triangular shaped bone-like plate grew. It appeared above her buttocks, pointed up her back, she groaned as it grew and then let out a pained scream as something came bursting out of the bottom of it, spraying blood as it did.

Fleur collapsed in pain, as a long, thin prehensile-tail emerged from the underside of the bone plate. The tail was soaked in blood from it's dramatic escape, and skin slowly peeled away along the underside of the plate. A sort of pouch, had grown on her lower back, where her tail extended from. The bone-plate was like a covering, to protect the area. If you grabbed the bottom of the plate, you could actually separate it from the skin at the bottom, where the tail was allowed to slide out.

Fleur lay panting in pain, as Harry examined her. Her tail was long, close to around eight feet as it was now. It was covered in a hard, yet flexible exoskeleton, that felt almost like a thin layer of plastic over some sort of squishy material. It maintained it's length all the way to the final foot or so, where it ended in a fist sized bulb, that carried on to a curved stringer, almost like a scorpion's tail.

Fleur was in a great deal of pain for several long moments, having her tail burst out of the flesh of her lower back, as well as the bone plate, an inverted pouch forming, hurt like one wouldn't believe.

The pain soon subsided though as Harry worked to heal the injuries, all the while cutting away some of the skin that was partially torn as he recognized that it no longer needed to be there.

After about a half-hour Fleur was able to finally sit up once more, and when she did, she got to examine her new tail.

"It is so strange." Fleur admitted, as she tested moving it about, which came easily to her.

"It's different from the tail you had in the dream. This is more like a scorpion's tail, while the other was more a bone-like tail." Harry hummed.

"It moves easily enough, and I seem to be able to retract it and extend it, but it does not feel right." Fleur noted, showing him how she could retract it into the pouch on her lower back.

"It'll take some getting used to. I know you haven't seen it, but Daphne grew a snake out of her back, and you saw Olivia's wings. You'll learn to deal with it." Harry responded, earning a curious nod from Fleur.

For the rest of the day, Harry worked with Fleur on learning to get better control over her tail, as well as learning how to inject things with whatever venom she now had. Harry took notice throughout the day, when the two would share a kiss or two, that he felt a strange tingling on his lips.

After the third time it happened, he stopped her.

"Kiss me again." He said to her.

She blinked, but smiled and did so, this time he held her in the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He felt it almost immediately, spreading from his tongue to his lips, and inside of his mouth. He pulled back, blinking, while she smiled at him, and tried to kiss him again, but he rose to his feet breathing in the air.

"What is it?" Fleur asked, recognizing his strange behavior.

"I think your saliva just increased the sensitivity of the nerves in my mouth. My lips, and the inside of my cheeks are tingling. So is my tongue, but I can taste the air… taste the scent of your perfume. It's fading, almost like a quick acting toxin. I've been noticing something up, each time we kiss." Harry explained.

Fleur rose to her feet and approached him. She got within arms reach and brought her lips to his cheek in a gentle kiss. She held it there for a moment before pulling back. She then reached out to gently stroke at the flesh of his cheek where her lips had just been. She heard him let out a noise.

"The skin there just grew more sensitive." Harry confirmed, revealing to the two another change her body had experienced.

They stood there for several long moments before Fleur began to smirk. Harry caught sight of the smirk and raised an eyebrow.

"Want to test it?" She asked him.

Harry stared back for a second before nodding. A few moments later they were on the bed, with Fleur's lips wrapped around the end of his cock.

It felt like heaven.

His sensitivity shot through the roof, as his skin absorbed whatever chemical was now in her saliva. Any attempts to hold back the sounds of his enjoyment ended swiftly in failure, as he groaned loudly while she went down on him.

She got him to his release after several minutes and then quickly moved to mount him, pausing only for a moment, hovering over his member.

"A little help?" She asked.

Harry blinked to regain his focus and quickly drew his wand. He tapped her hip, and then let it fall to the wayside as she sank down onto his member.

The fading feeling of sensitivity quickly returned, as he came to another realization.

"Um… Fleur…?" He spoke with a groan.

"Yes?" She signed pleasurably in response as she slowly rose and fell on his member.

"I think it's down there too." He stated. Fleur gave him a surprised look, before grinning, and picking up speed, the two of them moaning in pleasure. She continued her movements allowing her own cock to become erect as she did.

Harry had to fight to keep the lights on in his head. Much like her saliva, her vaginal fluids, also seemed to be enhancing his sensitivity. The wave of pleasure that rippled through him, each time she sank down on his member, felt incredible.

He began to feel the need to regain some semblance of control, so he grabbed hold of Fleur and flipped her onto her back, causing her to cry out in surprise, as he switched their positions. He began driving down into her. He lasted no more than a minute or two before he spilled into her depths with a loud groan. He held himself there for several long seconds before resuming.

The two continued to lustfully rut with one another, quickly learning that it was pretty much every fluid in Fleur's body that triggered this effect. Her vaginal fluid, her saliva, her sweat, her semen, all of it when making contact with the skin of another person, made it more sensitive for several seconds. The effect usually only lasted about ten seconds or so, though Harry didn't know if that was due to his body's resistance to poisons and toxins, or if that was just how short acting it was.

Regardless, sex was now even more pleasurable for Harry. Not that he needed more of a reason to want to fuck her.

Some time went by and he departed to go and begin his work for Tenenbaum.

He began his work as her assistant, but he had no intention of remaining there for long.

He soon began learning just what it was that they had discovered. ADAM, a substance produced from the body of undersea slugs found on the seabed around Rapture. ADAM had very unique abilities. It could be used to essentially create programmable stem cells that could replace the current cells of the body, enhancing, altering, or even adding abilities onto a person. Through their studies of ADAM they'd already learned how to use it to increase muscle mass, making people more physically fit.

Harry was immediately enthralled by the potential of this substance, and began his work alongside Tenenbaum.

Days would pass, and Harry quickly revealed his own intellectual capacity. Tenenbaum herself was quite impressed with his genius, unaware that he'd been in the business of genetics for over twenty years by now, longer than her, in fact.

His skill and knowledge earned him attention from the boss, Frank Fontaine. Harry's first meeting with Frank went well, and revealed quite a few things to him, thanks to his mind reading abilities. That being that Frank was a criminal, a crook. On the surface he was a businessman, no different than Andrew Ryan, or any of the others here in Rapture. Below that veneer however, was a cold, calculating mind, always looking for an edge, always pushing to the top. Fontaine controlled the cities smuggling operations, bringing in contraband from the surface. It wasn't his only criminal enterprise but it was certainly the largest of his illicit businesses.

Frank was very interested in Harry. The young man who couldn't be older than sixteen, who was already blowing away his other researchers with his knowledge, and direction.

Frank encouraged him to keep up the good work, wanting to see just where Harry would end up as he progressed.

In this time, Fleur began her artistic pursuits. Throughout the day she would engage in her hobbies whenever the mood struck her. In the mornings she would dance, moving through classical steps that she had learned at Beauxbatons, or she would begin learning new dances. When she wasn't doing that, she would sit down and paint. Fleur had always been a gifted painter and she loved doing it. She started by just painting whatever came to mind, but eventually began working on specific pieces. She would take her easel to sit on a bench in a passageway to stare out of one of the windows at Rapture's skyline.

She got some attention, especially from men who took notice of her looks, but otherwise, most people let her be. She would spend hours painting the beautiful skyline of the underwater city before returning home.

While the two focused on their own pursuits, they also worked on their growing relationship. Harry was enthralled by Fleur's unique gift of making him drop everything else to focus on her. She had a way of getting his mind off of things, that no one else had. When he was with her, when she wanted his attention, she could get it. When Harry focused on her, he felt everything else fall away. It was strange. A dichotomy that existed between her and the others.

When it came to Luna and Olivia, when he was with them, they became his first priority. They basically skipped the line of his concerns to end up at the front. But for Fleur, it was different, when he was with her, those other concerns fell away. She didn't jump to the front of the line, she made the line disappear.

He remembered how she was in the dreamworld, how she was so distracting, and it was the same in this world. She just had this way about her of trivializing his other concerns to the point that they fell away from notice until later. He found it relaxing, and helpful to not have a thousand things whirling in his mind all at once. Despite her ability to distract him, he actually found that it helped him focus. He'd spend time with Fleur and she'd knock away his other concerns for an hour or two, and once they were done spending time together, only the most important concerns would come rushing back. It helped him prioritize on what mattered, and helped to clear away the clutter which he appreciated.

The two were together in Rapture for a little under a month when Luna finally made contact with Harry once more. Just as she'd done with Olivia, Luna also reached out to form a mental link with Fleur.

It was surprising at first, but Fleur quickly adapted and began forming a friendship with Luna, being the only other person she could really talk to about everything was a big bonding point.

Then the dreams began incorporating Luna as well, which always got Fleur into the mood. By her own admittance she could pretend that Luna was her sister in those dreams, and it got her going.

Luna and Gabrielle were the same age, and had very similar builds. Both were petite, and both had blonde hair and blue eyes, so that drove an immediate attraction from her towards Luna.

While living within the underwater city, the two began to develop an understanding of the nature of Rapture and it's denizens. It was created as a city free of laws, and limits, and restrictions, and for the most part, it was those things. Men rose and fell on their own merit, businesses sprung up and competed in a market of free ideas. It truly was a capitalist's dream. It didn't take long to see why such a place would be chosen for them. The freedom of this place, it opened the doorway to all number of possibilities, and abuses. The pleasant high of the city's creation kept people in line, but that would only last so long. People were beginning to push the boundaries of morality. Behind closed doors, science and passion drove people towards what was once considered unthinkable.

And even in such a great city, there was the disparity between rich and poor. Here there was winners, and there was losers. Where great things were built, you needed the builder. Great things were built on blood sweat and tears, and it didn't always come from those who commissioned such works.

Rapture had it's own class division. The rich and the poor, with almost no in between. The rich dominated the city, and the poor were left to simply fill the labor market provided by the enterprises of the rich and powerful.

Rapture was special, and it was also more of the same. It was unique, and also predictable. The city had it's problems, and even the densest could see them beginning to build.

More time passed as the two lived out their lives in the underwater city. It was a curious thing at first, especially for Harry, to momentarily slip away from darkness. He was so used to killing, to hurting others, and while there was a notable lack of morality surrounding his work at Fontaine Futuristics, it was also far more civilized than he was used to.

That would not last however. Harry's vicious side emerged one night when after a date with Fleur he stepped away from her for a few moments to pay a bill. The restaurant manager took several long moments to talk his ear off, and Harry had to finally navigate his way around to politely slipping away. He went back to where he'd left Fleur, only to find her being accosted by a troop of three men, the leader of which was inviting her to join them for some fun.

Fleur shot them down and tried to step away, only for one of the men to grab her arm. She was about to respond, but by then, Harry had approached the trio. With his mental powers, he could read the nature of their intentions, not that it would have changed his response. He grabbed one man by the back of his jacket and tossed him into a stone pillar. Bone cracking could be heard as the man rag-dolled to the ground where he lay unconscious. The man who'd grabbed Fleur turned to him and drew a revolver. He was almost able to level it at Harry, but before he could make a threat with it, Harry grabbed the man's hand, twisted the gun in it, pushed it to the man's throat and pulled the trigger.

Fleur let out a frightened yelp, as blood splattered onto her face. By now she had backed away in disbelief, watching as her assailant fell to the ground, bleeding out through a hole in his throat as he choked on his own blood. The last of the three men held his hands up and began to back away as Harry leveled the revolver at him with a cool, merciless stare.

"Please, kid. I'm sorry! Please, don't hurt me! Let me go!" The man, who couldn't be much older than Fleur begged as he slowly backed away.

Harry stared him down for several long moments, cold merciless apathy dancing in his visible emerald eye, before shooting.

The bullet tore through his head causing him to collapse like a puppet with it's strings cut. Harry then turned and walked over to the unconscious man who he'd thrown earlier. He aimed down at him, and put a bullet in his temple.

Harry stared down at the dead man for several seconds, his emerald eye blazing with ferocity, in spite of the cool cruelty on his face. He then turned and glanced around. Several observers had watched the incident from a distance but quickly dropped their heads when Harry's gaze passed over them. He then turned and approached Fleur.

"Are you alright?" He asked, as he wiped some of the blood spray from her face.

She blinked and nodded, her eyes briefly flickering to the three corpses that surrounded them.

"You killed them." Fleur uttered.

"I've killed a lot of people Fleur. Most of them far more innocent than this lot. Don't spare them a thought, they aren't worthy of your attention. Let's go." He responded, placing an arm around her and guiding her away from the carnage.

Fleur was a bit shell shocked for the rest of the night. She'd never seen anyone die before, let alone watched three people be murdered by her boyfriend.

It quickly dawned on her, that Harry had killed in order to protect her. She had fully intended on using her Veela magic to burn the man who'd grabbed her so she never felt like her life was in danger, but still. Harry had seen her in a situation, and did not hesitate to rescue her from it. Like a knight in shining armor.

She found herself staring at him for the next few hours, her admiration for him, growing as she realized and came to understand that he would kill for her, and he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

She cried for a while, and he held her. Harry would kill for her. He'd kill to protect her and keep her safe. She felt her love for him grow, the feeling of safety around him, becoming all encompassing. He truly was everything she could have wished for in a man. Her only hope was that she could be the kind of woman that he deserved and wanted. She was most certainly invested in putting in the effort. Harry was hers now, and as had been made very apparent, she was his. They were together now, together forever.

-To Be Continued-

Alright, here's part one of Fleur's trip for you. Hope you all enjoyed. Part two should be up soon. Let me know your thoughts feelings, or even ideas, always love hearing from you guys. :)