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)

22. Chapter 22

Here's the next chapter for you guys, been working on it along with Broken angel and Darkness reborn hoping to have more up for them soon but I needed to get these written down and out of my head. Hope you enjoy.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 22: The Final Task

Harry awoke with a smile, standing amidst his own ashes, his gaze passing over his lovely ladies. For a brief moment, he saw the awe dance across their faces, as they got their first real view of his mighty aura.

"Harry?" Tracey questioned, her trio of children cowering behind her legs as if to shield themselves from the intensity of his presence.

Harry turned his gaze to her and smiled. Pulling on his focus, he covered his aura, allowing it to dissipate and weaken, freeing those around him from it's intensity.

"Hey there Tracey… it's been a while." Harry said to her. She blinked several times before smiling and crossing the distance between them to pull him into a hug.

He returned it, hugging her tightly and breathing in her scent.

"How long were you gone?" Olivia spoke up, stepping beside him, eyeing him curiously.

"Sixty years about." Harry answered, his response earning genuine surprise from them. He pulled himself away from Tracey, just enough to wrap and arm around Olivia and pull her into his side. She returned his affectionate gesture.

"Sixty years… my goodness. I see you have ascended as well." Fleur noted, her eyes on Daphne, who was busy using magic to reshape her shirt into robes to allow the tentacles and serpent on her back some room to breathe.

While Harry took a moment to hug Luna and Fleur, Tracey quickly made her way over to her longtime best friend and sister in all but blood. She gave her a quick once over, taking note of just how vibrantly blue her eyes were.

"See anything interesting?" Daphne questioned her with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe. So… sixty years huh, hows it feel to be a seventy year old lady?" Tracey asked with a teasing giggle.

"I've grown used to it. Though I will say, I did miss you." Daphne said to her, earning a beaming smile from Tracey, who quickly pulled her best friend into a hug, one that Daphne kindly returned.

"So I gotta ask, you and Harry, did you become a thing?" Tracey whispered to her.

"We most certainly did." Daphne responded, gaining a playful giggle from Tracey who beamed at her.

"Enjoy yourself?" Tracey questioned with giddy laughter.

"Maybe… tell me something Trace, has he ever been overly rough with you?" Daphne inquired back, grinning from ear to ear, earning more giggling from Tracey.

"More than a few times." Tracey answered, the two laughing mischievously to each other, even with all the time having separated them, their bond remained strong.

Harry stared over at the two, finding a momentary amusement in their playful praise of his skill in bed.

The group all settled in for a bit as Harry and Daphne recounted their long journey. All the things they'd done and learned, and experienced, it was quite the tale. At it's end, Harry was able to let out a sigh of relief, it was finally done with. The threat of their brands had been extinguished. He had earned their love, and forged a strong bond with each of them. Now all that remained was to ensure they could work together and cooperate to as they all moved forward. He was sure there'd be some tension, especially due to the conflicting nature of their demonic origins, but he'd face those challenges as they presented themselves.

"So what now?" Tracey asked, at a moment of pause.

"Now… now I finish with this goddamn tournament, kill Voldemort, break these wretched systems we find ourselves surrounded with, and then, I go and find out who and what I really am. On that later note, I have some required reading to do." Harry answered before directing them towards his mother's trunks.

She had said that everything left within them was meant for him, and now that he'd dealt with one major issue in his life, it was time to begin exploring the other cloud of mystery that hung over him.

He was eagerly joined by his ladies, all interested to learn the answer, especially now, seeing just how he'd changed after having the full of his soul settle into his body.

They approached the first of the chests and Harry opened it, feeling his magic briefly feed into the locking mechanism but just as his mother had said, it opened easily for him.

There were three trunks in total, inside the first, they found a sea of documents, research notes, and maps. Going over the maps revealed the location of God's tomb, located somewhere in the deserts to the west of Cairo. It would require quite the expedition in order to make it there, but with these maps they should be able to reach the entrance to the tomb. Within the other documents they described a number of things. The process of locating the entrance, all of the challenges of just getting there, as well as what they found.

The group poured over these documents, especially focusing on the bits that involved what was ultimately discovered within the tomb.

The entrance to the tomb was a cave that led deep underground, ending at a solid wall of rock with a crack in it. Climb through the crack, and you'd find yourself pressed into a small opening. On one side there was rock, and on the other, sheer metal. Move along the opening several meters and you'll find an opening in the metal, a great twisted scar in the metal that tore deep into it. That could be used to get inside. Within were darkened hallways that were towering in height, made to accommodate figures of far greater stature than humans.

Most of the doors are locked, attempts to open them with magic would only reveal the machine defenses waiting behind them to slaughter everyone present.

Several in the expedition lost their lives by opening these door, thankfully they were able to shut them before the machines inside could kill more of them. There was only one path available, one path that was cleared, presumably by the Peverell brothers and their original expedition down here centuries ago.

Following that would take one the better part of several hours as it was long and littered with the bones of those original explorers who'd died to open the pathways deeper and deeper. Eventually this long road would end at a room, one with a large glass window that overlooked a wide open chamber below. On either side of the room were two doorways that led into hallways. These hallways led to staircases leading down into the lower chamber.

The glass was energized and reinforced, even if it could be broken, machine defenses waiting on the other side to murder anyone they saw. Within the two hallways were more machines, that fired lasers to vaporize anyone who so much as peeked into the hallways. Everything they had tried, everything they could think of to get past these defenses and into the chamber, had ultimately failed. The machines within were simply too deadly, too dangerous, for them to make it past. They couldn't react fast enough to try and destroy them before being vaporized and they couldn't devise shields that could stop the forms of attack, these machines could and would throw at you.

It was brutal, and they lost many lives in attempting to make it into the chamber below. It was maddening to those involved, especially because, from the viewing window, they could see across the chamber, and there, contained in an illuminated tank of fluid, was a towering figure. God himself, their god, that is.

The research notes described how it was a towering figure standing at over eleven feet tall, but being distinctly human. A lean, yet muscular body with short, raven-black hair. The figure looked healthy, and seemingly radiated an aura of grandeur, making those who looked upon him, feel in awe, almost to the point of feeling sick. He was hooked up to all manner of tubes and wires, within the tank, no doubt meant to keep him alive.

Unable to reach him the expedition was ultimately deemed a failure.

Searching the second trunk, revealed a cache of journals, most of them being Lily's own personal journals though some appeared to be copies she'd made or had made from other people's journals. Many of the journals were just about her life in general. It was the last few, and the ones she copied that were the most interesting, detailing the events surrounding her seduction of James, the discovery of the journals of Ignotus Peverell that Lily shared with her master, and the two used, along with the rest of their organization to form an expedition to go and find their god's tomb.

Her journals detailed the expedition and her thoughts, feelings, and contributions therein. It describes her excitement at finding the tomb, her anticipation of locating their god, the amazement of finally finding him, and the despair of being so close, yet so far from their goal. Eventually the expedition was deemed a failure, as they couldn't reach their goals, and many of the other members of their organization, a group calling themselves the Lordsworn. Were forced to retreat from the tomb, to go home and gather more resources and devise new means or methods for the next attempt at breaching the tomb.

Before they departed, it was Lily who shared a discussion with her master, a man named Anton Wolf, about the idea of finding a way to draw out god's spirit. The two remained at the tomb, and discussed many ideas, eventually settling on attempting a ritual designed to transfer the essence of the spirit, into an unborn child. This ritual was born of warp-based magic, of which the Lordsworn were quite knowledgeable of, so they performed it, and then Lily returned to England, to continue her romance with James, and get pregnant with Olivia. It would ultimately fail, as Olivia didn't receive the soul of god, but the two were not deterred. Anton summoned the rest of Lordsworn and told them of their attempt and it's failure and asked for their help to refine the ritual and try again. They all grew excited about the possibility, and saw it's merits so the organization worked to refine and enhance the ritual. With their combined strength, and with a troop of over twenty witches and wizards now participating, the ritual was a success. After performing it Lily returned to England and got pregnant with Harry. She felt it almost immediately. The swell of power, and essence flowing into her. All of this was shared with her master. Unfortunately, around that time, the Voldemort and his followers began to really make life hell around England and Europe, which made it difficult for the Lordsworn to communicate.

The group had to keep the rebirth of their god a secret to avoid any harm coming to him. So they cut communications with each other and simply watched from a distance. What had ultimately become of them was unknown. Several had been killed during the Dark's uprising across Europe, and what became of the others after the war was unknown for obvious reasons, as Lily's record of events ended there.

Harry and the others poured over all of these journals, all throughout the weekend. Almost every waking hour was tied to this examination of records, to the point where they didn't even open the third and final trunk until Sunday night.

Before opening it, they all concluded that finding the Lordsworn was a good place to continue their search for answer. They knew many of them by name, so they'd try and find any of the survivors, especially their leader, and Lily's master, Anton Wolf.

Harry also knew the man, through Voldemort's memories. A well known German Wizard, who was known to sell odds and ends from a shop in Berlin. Whether or not he was still there was unknown but he was never targeted by Voldemort's followers for one reason or another, and never came up as a person of interest to pursue.

Things out in Europe got bad during the First Wizarding War, but not as bad as they did in Britain. So there was a good chance he was still alive, though that led to questions about where he'd been and why the Lordsworn hadn't tried to contact him after Lily's death.

Within the final chest was a number of objects and magical artifacts. Things that belonged to Lily's family. There were a handful of items, including a candle that when lit with magical flame would produce a dim blue light that aided in entrancing and calming the mind, helping with meditation. A necklace, with a rotating pendent, that when spun cast a privacy ward around the person for several meters making it difficult to ease drop on them. A chalice that had some minor healing qualities. When water is drank from the chalice, one's own healing factor is increased, allowing them to recover from injuries a bit faster. Interesting things all round, but nothing beat out the various tomes of witch-craft and warp sorcery that Lily possessed. Four books in total. Two were books based on old earthen magics, the other two, books of a far older type. What all four books had it common was that they all surrounded various rituals. A hefty bounty, no doubt.

While Daphne poured over the four magical tomes, eager to learn their secrets and eventually begin practicing them, Harry turned his gaze towards the slumber visage of his mother, sleeping in her painting.

Harry thought about waking her but having spent the last two days reading through her diaries, he doubted her painting would provide greater insight into what was going on. If he wanted to know more, finding the Lordsworn was probably the next best step.

So he let her sleep, and he offered to take Olivia out to hunt down another Voldemort supporter for her to murder. She hadn't killed anyone all weekend and it was starting to visibly affect her, making her ornery and cranky, and jittery.

Interestingly, Fleur and Tracey asked to go with, Fleur so she could paint the kill, and Tracey to enjoy the sight of death. Luna also asked to go with, just because, with Daphne choosing to remain behind to keep reading the ritual books.

So Harry took them all with, stopping only for a moment to collect painting supplies for Fleur, before tracking down one of Voldemort's low-level supporters. The man was found by Harry and taken to the Dark Forest where the other's were waiting. He dumped the man in a moonlit clearing and left Olivia to her work. The man could only scream in panic as the emerald-eyed daemon stalked out of the darkness and proceeded to tear him limb from limb.

Fleur painted the image with her typical swiftness and elegance, all the while mesmerizing Tracey and Luna who observed as the artwork came to life.

The ending came swiftly as Olivia had very little interest in tormenting her victims. Fleur captured the moment brilliantly, earning playful clapping from Tracey and Luna for her efforts.

With Olivia's bloodlust momentarily satisfied, she had a different kind of lust she wanted to get under control.

Daphne had just finished reading through the second of four books when the doors to the Chamber of Secrets reopened and Harry returned, practically being dragged along by Olivia.

She raised her eyebrow at them as they passed with Tracey quickly running over to practically drag her long with.

Harry soon found himself in bed, wrestling with Olivia. The both of them had grown a lot stronger as a result of the sixty years worth of blood that Harry had shed while in the other world. This was the first time he'd been with her since going through the last three journeys, meaning he had all of that bloodshed, all those evolution, the advancement of plasmids within his body, as well as Apotheosis to further enhance him, meaning he was stronger than her now by a reasonable degree.

It was still a trial to get her pinned in place so he could tear at her clothes, but eventually he was able to manage it, and the guttural moan he got from her as he pushed his way into her folds was like music to his ears.

Olivia lost herself to animalistic mewling as he pinned her to the bed and pounded into her. The ladies around the bed began to strip, removing their clothes and beginning to touch at themselves.

It was Fleur who moved first towards Luna, moving behind her and beginning to rub her erect cock against Luna's butt. Luna learned forward and glanced back at the daemoness.

"You wanna try?" Fleur questioned, her voice husky, as she lifted Luna's shirt off, her only remaining clothes, leaving her totally naked. She then began groping at her breasts while kissing her neck.

"H-Harry… is this alright?" Luna questioned, drawing his gaze towards the two of them. He glanced over, seeing what was happening, Fleur sending him a perverted little smile, while Luna eyed him wantonly.

He smirked at them, before humming in response, "You're all mine now, have whatever fun you want with each other."

Hearing that, Luna bit her lip and leaned further onto the bed as Fleur pierced her entrance and began to fuck her.

Harry resumed pounding into Olivia, just as Daphne landed on the bed beside them, naked as the day she was born.

Tracey soon climbed on top of her, kissing her lustfully and groping at her breasts.

"God how long I've wanted to do this…" Tracey growled as she pulled away and positioned herself.

Daphne stared up at her longtime friend, letting her take the lead. Tracey took one of Daphne's legs and lifted it up, allowing it to pass over her shoulder as she slid herself between her legs, bringing their pussies together in a lustful kiss.

Both let out moans as they began grinding against one another.

The collective mewling of his loves as the orgy took place drove Harry onward.

Soon the air began to fill with pleasured moans as different positions were taken, and partners switched about.

Fleur finished in Luna's pussy then pushed her onto the bed, she then got on top of her, eager to eat out Luna's cunt while allowing Luna to suck on her cock.

Once he felt Olivia cum, Harry moved over to Daphne and Tracey, coming up behind Tracey he pushed his cock between their pussies allowing them to grind against his member. He allowed himself a low groan before encouraging Daphne to help Tracey along while he worked on her.

The two best friends found each other wrapped in each other's arms while Harry pounded Daphne's pussy and one of Daphne's tentacles fucked Tracey's.

Soon more moans filled the air, as Fleur found herself on her back with Olivia pounding herself down onto Fleur's cock, while Luna continued mounting Fleur's face.

Luna became the first, lost to Fleur's lustful pleasure inducing fluids after having drank down her cum.

They kept at it for hours. Fleur's lustful fluids passing to each of them in turn, triggering greater pleasure and a greater lust for more.

Everybody, took everybody. Each of them wanted their turn with Harry, but wasted no time jumping to someone else if he was occupied.

At one point, near the end, he had Fleur bouncing herself on his cock while she pounded into Daphne's cunt. Olivia rode Harry's face, while Luna and Tracey laid on either side of them their pussies and asses being fucked by Daphne's tentacles.

They stayed in some manner of this configuration for the last thirty minutes, with the last one on Harry's cock being Daphne, with Fleur's erection buried deep in her ass.

It was their first time having an orgy, and it had certainly left them all satisfied. Nearly four long hours of vigorous sex, yet Harry had had them all, and they had all had each other.

The following morning after a night filled with a continuation of their sexual ruts in the dream world, Harry awoke to find Luna and Fleur blowing him, drinking down his cum as he awoke from the dreams in orgasm.

After fighting to escape from his horny lovers, he worked to make a charmed bracelet that would help to hide Daphne's mutations.

The prideful smirks and smiles thrown his way from his gaggle of satisfied women was almost enough to distract him from the looks and whispers that they got from the students of Hogwarts. Being around the quartet of daemons set the student body on edge. They made people uneasy now. Even with magic hiding what they truly were, all four of the Daemons set people on edge with their mere presence.

As days passed, the students grew more and more uneasy around them. Olivia got into fights all the time. Any time she heard someone mouth off about Harry they got punched. Within three days she had detention till the end of the year, not that she cared.

Fleur was questioned by her Headmistress about her close relationship with Harry, and she openly admitted they were in love. When asked how this would affect her performance in the tournament which is all Maxime really cared about, Fleur simply told her she'd continue to try her hardest, and so long as she emerged as better than Cedric and Krum she'd be happy. When asked about trying to beat Harry, she simply laughed and said that if he gave it his all, she wasn't going to beat him. He was better than her at this sort of thing, and she knew it. No point in competing against an impossibility. Still, Harry hadn't put his name into the Goblet of Fire, he didn't want to be in this tournament so even if he won, it would be because he was simply better than them, not because he wanted to win. She'd compete against the actual two champions, Harry would just be Harry.

Maxime wasn't overly happy with Fleur's assessment but couldn't really do anything about it.

The troop continued to grow closer with rumors even beginning to spread about Harry now dating Olivia too as people had seen them kissing and hugging when in private places. The teachers at first dismissed these rumors since the two never did anything like that in public or in their presence, but still, Olivia's growing closeness with Harry did spark some concern.

So much so that Dumbledore questioned her about it. Olivia remained silent, and simply stared at him her face impassive as she fought off the urge to leap over the desk and rip the old goat's beard from his face and feed it to him for sending her brother to suffer at the hands of the Dursleys for most of his early life.

After not getting anything out of her for over a half hour, he tried to read her mind, but the fiery wall blocking her mind, caused him a painful migraine that nearly made him pass out. He spent an hour clutching at his head, wondering what kind of defenses those were, and worried that Olivia had sensed his attempted intrusion, she pretended not to notice, only to rant at Harry later about wanting to tear the old man limb from limb for trying that.

During this time, Hermione observed them from a distance, her jealousy obvious. She still looked like she hadn't been sleeping much, and seemed a bit paler than normal. It was a wonder just what she was up to, and what Daphne's advice had spurred her onto.

At one point, Harry spotted her tucked into a corner, spying on him from a distance, when their eyes met, she quickly turned her eyes away in embarrassment. He thought it strange, since he'd caught her staring before, but he did note that this time she did look a bit different, more flushed than usual. It was noteworthy, but he ultimately didn't pursue that curiosity.

Harry was barely present within the castle during this time, he barely showed up to lessons, or participated in the ones he did show up in.

Harry barely put forth an ounce of care. He was only here to finish the Tournament and then he'd be free from this place forever. He'd spent the later evenings either training in magic with his ladies, or practicing his martial skills with Olivia, whom he had surpassed as a fighter during his time away.

With his physical power boosts, plus sixty years of fighting experience under his belt, Harry had grown into a powerful and skilled warrior.

His way of fighting was unique, he hardly ever blocked attacks from Olivia, preferring instead to dodge, and occasionally parry with firearms, firing shots at the proper moment to distract or impact his opponent. Unlike the beasts of Yharnam, most things were actually quite vulnerable to firearms and his way of fighting and speed, meant that he was able to easily get shots off on his targets.

Olivia was simply left astounded by his fighting style, the way he danced around her attacks, moving with incredible swiftness. He didn't try to block her incredible strength, their blades barely ever clashed. If they did, it was her who was blocking.

He fought like a hunter, and was immensely proficient at it, actually able to beat his sister more times than not in their duels. If he chose to fight solely with martial prowess that is. He could win every time if he used magic, but in just martial prowess alone, he had surpassed her greatly. This didn't bother Olivia much, it just meant that she now actually had someone to train with that could push her to her limits.

Every couple of days they had to take their training deeper and deeper into the woods to avoid drawing attention from the centaurs who might report what was happening to Hagrid or Dumbledore.

About the only thing he really put effort into, other than having sex, or training with Olivia in the Forbidden Forest was wooing Fleur's little sister Gabrielle.

He began going on dates with her, just as he had promised he would, and much to Fleur's pleasure, he found that he liked her. She actually had similar interests to Harry. She liked to fly, loved magic, enjoyed learning about the fundamentals of magic, and had a keen eye for law, as she wanted to be an auror when she grew up, and follow in her father's footsteps.

The two dated for an entire month before finally kissing. It was after that kiss that Gabrielle stopped him and questioned him about where this was going.

"My sister has been encouraging zis, but she has not told me what you and she have already discussed. I need to know Harry, do you actually like me, or is zis for her?" Gabrielle asked him, the two standing together at the lake's edge having just shared their first kiss.

"I started this because Fleur asked me to." Harry admitted, causing Gabrielle's eyes to fall and her feet to shuffle nervously. He could tell she was disappointed to hear that.

"Hey… I told her I'd only continue this, if I thought there was a connection. I wasn't going to be with you, if I didn't like you. As much as she wants this, I need to want it too, and she understands that. You also have to want it. I started dating you because Fleur encouraged it, but she only encouraged it to start, how far it went was totally up to us. If I didn't feel something was there, I'd have broken it off after the first date. I like you Gabrielle. I really do. I hope you believe that." Harry explained to her, causing her to lift her head, her eyes meeting with him.

She stared deep into his eye for several long moments, searching it for the truth of his words. She felt him gently take her hands and smile at her, causing her to smile as well and blush, her allure blooming as a result.

"Okay… zank you for being honest Harry. I want to continue zis. I like you. I… I want you to be my boyfriend." She asked him. Harry smiled at her, and then learned down to kiss her again, which she happily returned.

The two continued dating, growing even closer. He was playful with Gabrielle and their obvious closeness caused the rumor mill to begin spinning it's webs within the school. Harry Potter, the boy-who-shagged-every-goddamn-witch-in-the-school.

The envious looks he got from the guys, and the lustful jealous looks from the girls, especially as time passed and he began noticeably growing again. A few months back and he was already three inches taller and quickly putting on muscle. The students were noticing quite the transformation in Harry Potter, which was astounding since it was the second time this year that he'd changed so much.

Harry paid them little attention, continuing to date Gabrielle even up to the start of the second challenge which Harry and Fleur barely prepared for, only looking into it the week before, and learning that it had something to do with retrieving something precious from the Black Lake. The only reason they did so was because Moody began pestering Harry about his plan.

They learned what this something was when Luna reached out to Harry mentally and told him that she'd been invited to the Headmaster's office along with three others and was told they were going to be used as 'hostages' for the champions to recover from the lake.

Harry in turn told Fleur who quickly learned of the absence of Gabrielle.

This in turn caused her to panic a bit. She asked Harry if there were actual merpeople in the Black lake. She revealed to him that merpeople and Veela had a long history of racial hostility between them, Harry assured her that everything would be alright, and he'd help her find Gabrielle.

The following morning they were led out to the Black Lake where they prepared to compete.

They were told that their mission was to retrieve something precious of theirs from the bottom of the lake, and if they answered the riddle of the egg, they'd know where to look.

With that, the task began. Harry and Fleur both used the bubble-head charm. Which is what Cedric used as well. Krum used a bit of partial human transfiguration to make himself part shark.

Harry led Fleur straight to where the Merpeople village was. They arrived to find three of the four hostages chained outside of the village with Gabrielle missing.

Fleur immediately began to panic, but Harry swiftly intervened.

"Fleur, take Luna to the surface, I'll go and get Gabrielle." Harry commanded her.

"But…" She began to argue but he roughly shook his head.

"I'm the better fighter. If they refuse to give her up, I'll make them. Take Luna up to the surface. I'll join you in a few moments. Go!" He commanded firmly.

Fleur was quiet for a moment but finally nodded. She trusted him, even with the life of her beloved sister. She drew her wand, and was about to release Luna when a swift motion caught the corner of her eye. She turned just as a barbed Trident came up to threaten her face.

"Only take yours… no freeing others!" A male merperson snarled.

Harry turned towards the creature as well as the half-dozen others circling around them. He could sense their intentions. Their hostility. They wanted to lure Fleur into the village so they could kill her.

With a snarl, he launched a spell at the nearest one causing it to explode into bits. The one nearest Fleur was pulled telekinetically towards him and into his grip. The five remaining could do nothing as he easily ripped it's head from it's body.

He then took it's trident, and one by one, telekinetically pulled the merpeople into the pointed prongs.

Fleur wasted no time, moving to rescue Luna as Harry dispatched the remaining merpeople guards.

He watched as she pulled Luna up to the surface, keeping an eye on her just long enough to see her get clear of the village before venturing inside.

Knowing of their intentions, he wasted no time in tracking down Gabrielle. He suspected she was still alive, since they wanted to ritualistically murder the two Veela together.

Any merperson who got in his way, he killed. Despite being on their home turf, his incredible physical strength and magical powers, made them easy pickings.

He arrived at the center of the village, where he found Gabrielle chained to a table.

Her robes had been cut open, revealing her naked chest. Markings had been made on her body, and it looked like they were preparing to carve her heart out.

The leading priest saw his approach and placed a knife to her throat to halt his advance.

Harry stared at the cruel fish person, his hatred boiling out of him. He was no longer containing his aura and it quickly became apparent that the merpeople were beginning to see it. Their eyes widened in terror and amazement and the water around Harry's body began to bubble and blacken.

Harry saw what they were preparing to do, what they intended to do to Gabrielle, and what they wanted to do to Fleur. Their hatred for Veela was all consuming. They wanted to hurt the people he loved. To hurt his girlfriends. It had been a long time since he'd felt rage like this. Not since that day in McTash's house what felt like a lifetime ago.

His lovely ladies had been threatened before. Hell he'd seen them die many times, and had merely sighed and offed himself to bring them back. Gabrielle was different though. She wasn't bonded to him. He couldn't bring her back. He couldn't revive her if she died.

He wasn't skilled enough at soul manipulation to learn how to use the Deathly Hallows to capture and hold onto a dead person's soul, and he didn't yet know how to generate a new living body to place that soul into, even if he was able to hold onto it. The former he was slowly working to rectify. He learned from his daemonic ladies, as well as Luna how to manipulate the soul, and was getting pretty good at manipulating his own, but it was tough to learn, probably the hardest kind of magic he'd had to learn. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have very good teachers, as in all of their cases both as daemons, and as Death itself, they could all interact with, and manipulate souls naturally. It wasn't something they learned, it's just something they could do, so teaching it to him was difficult.

Needless to say, he was trying to get there, but it was slow going. If Gabrielle died here, he might lose her entirely. The idea pained him deeply, furthering his already exploding rage.

He felt magic begin to dance out of his every pore. The water began to boil around him, as he felt his rage grow. They wanted to kill Gabrielle. Someone who was innocent and kind. Someone who was gentle and caring. She was a good girl. She was his, and they wanted to take her from him.

The priest trembled at the sight of him, this otherworldly power with water and magic roiling off of him in waves.

He extended his hand, and the priest ripped through the water, flying up into his grasp.

With a vicious flashing of fangs that burst the bubble-head charm, Harry bit into the priest's throat. In seconds he drained him of his blood, and in his mind's eye he saw the truth of this matter.

He saw Dumbledore speaking with the priest. He saw them preparing this task. He saw Dumbledore tell him to capture Fleur and Gabrielle and hold them hostage.

…

"Why?" Harry felt himself wonder as the body of the priest was torn from his fingers by the torrent of swirling water around him.

Why had the old man tasked them to do this? To hurt his girlfriends. He wanted them held hostage. Not killed.

'He wants to control you. He wanted them taken hostage so you'd go to him for help. So that you'd have to rely on him. He used them, and they used him. They were never going to spare the Veela. Revenge is to tempting.'

He rationalized it all in his mind.

It all made sense now.

He raised his hand, and unleashed a torrent of magic that freed Gabrielle from the table, causing her body to begin floating upwards.

He telepathically drew her to him, bringing her into his arms.

The merpeople could do nothing as this happened.

Harry reformed the bubble-head charm and began swimming upwards, leaving the village behind.

He got her to the surface where Fleur and Luna were swimming not far away.

By that point in time Cedric and his girlfriend had also made it to the surface, with Krum and his hostage already climbing back onto the platform.

Gabrielle awoke the moment they breached.

"Wh-what? Harry?" She questioned, focusing on him.

"Go to your sister." Harry commanded, turning her towards where Fleur and Luna were, and helping her swim over to them.

"Gabby! You are safe. Are you alright?" Fleur asked, taking her sister in her arms, stopping when she noticed her torn robes, and the markings placed on her.

"I think so." Gabrielle responded, pulling at her torn robes to try and keep them closed.

"Harry what happened? Harry?" Fleur glanced around but Harry was gone.

Below Harry descended back down to the village, blind with fury and rage.

Seeing his return the remaining warriors of the village moved to confront him, their ends were swift, but not without pain. In their final moments, the merpeople caught a glimpse of something beyond this world. A nightmarish thing of the void, brought forth into reality for only a split second, to unleash hell upon them. At the heart of the village, Harry unleashed a scream of raw magic that tore out of him and wiped the village from the face of the Earth.

Above, Fleur pulled herself out of the water after helping Gabrielle and Luna out. They were immediately questioned about where Harry was, but Fleur was having a hard time focusing as both she and Luna as well as the other three bound to Harry could feel as his rage exploded out of him.

Fleur felt a tingling within her, a desire to reflect her beloved's rage onto everyone around her. Her ire momentarily focused onto the judges who questioned her, and for a brief moment she snarled, her visage turning inhuman. It lasted barely a second but it was caught by Maxime and Dumbledore, both of them suddenly chilled by the sight of the enraged veela, neither guessing just how dangerous the situation was, not just for them, but for the hundreds of people surrounding them.

Were it not for Gabrielle, Fleur likely would have revealed her Daemonic features and started killing. Thankfully her little sister was there to turn her attention away from Harry's rage, and keep her in check until it died down.

For a time the lake was silent save for the clamoring of the observers, and the bubbling of water, out above where the merpeople village sat. After several moments, Harry surfaced amongst the churning waters and began swimming towards the platform.

He pulled himself out of the water, his emerald eye still blazing.

"Harry? Harry? What happened?" He heard the question from Hagrid as Dumbledore and the other judges pushed through the crowd to question him.

The moment he saw Dumbledore he stormed towards the old man, fury written across his face.

Dumbledore saw the enraged Potter advancing on him, and felt his heart skip a beat.

Harry came near the headmaster, his emerald eye blazing, almost to the point of visibly glowing. A cruel grin spread across his face.

He stared down the headmaster for several long moments before he felt Gabrielle wrap her arms around him in a hug from the side. Slowly he turned away from Dumbledore to face her and hug her in reply.

"Come on. Let's find you some clothes and get out of here." Harry whispered to her.

"Okay, and thank you, Harry. For saving me. It was very brave." She whispered to him.

"You're my girl. I'll never let anything happen to you." Harry replied to her, causing her to smile and blush.

He ignored everyone, including the judges as he and his ladies left the platform, neither of them waiting to hear their scores. The judges waited to hear from the merpeople before making their final decision on the placings, however, no merpeople came up to speak with them. In fact, no merpeople would ever show themselves in the Black Lake ever again. People like Dumbledore began to grow worried, especially with the hostility of Harry's actions once he emerged from the lake. On shore Harry's group was found as people began to depart, new clothes having been provided for Gabrielle while Fleur was allowed to get dressed and out of her swimsuit.

"Mister Potter, may I inquire as to what happened down in the Black Lake?" Barty Crouch Sr. asked as he approached them.

Harry turned a glare towards the man, one shared by the ladies all around him. Harry had already told them all what he'd learned from the merperson priest, all except for Gabrielle were extremely pissed, she was simply confused as to why Dumbledore had wanted this.

"Why don't you go and research the political atmosphere between Veela and Merpeople, or perhaps why don't you contact Chief Auror Delacour in France and tell him the exact details of this second task, see how he reacts. Maybe then you'll have some grasp of what happened down there, and why you morons should be counting your lucky stars that no one other than the fucking Merpeople got hurt!" Harry began sarcastically but his temper built as he finished.

Crouch stared at him for several long moments, blinking as he did.

"Crouch! Not trying to convince Potter to join one of the Ministries summer internships are you? Last person who went in never came out." Moody spoke up as he passed by them.

Crouch turned to face him, and Moody returned a challenging glare.

Something suddenly happened that caught Harry's attention. A sudden feeling from Crouch of worry, fear, disbelief, and concern.

Harry turned his senses towards them, reading Crouch's and Moody's surface thoughts.

"My son? No… that's impossible, but that tick… that… tick…" Crouch worried as he quickly began walking off.

Meanwhile Moody glared after him, "Damn… drew to much attention to myself. Damn it all."

He hobbled in the same direction as Crouch following him and the rest of the students back towards the castle.

Harry stared after them for a long moment, before telling the others to head back to the castle and get some food, he'd be up to join them in a moment. Most of them sensed that Harry was suspicious about something, all save for Gabrielle having been with him long enough to read his body language.

They did as he asked, heading back up towards the castle while Harry moved to follow after Crouch and Moody.

He walked for a few moments before he was stopped by someone waiting for him.

"Hi, Harry." Hermione said to him. Harry let out a sigh and shook his head.

"Hermione, I don't have time for this right now." He said, shaking his head with frustration.

"I'm sorry, I just… good job today, in the tournament." Hermione said to him, she was obviously nervous, and she still looked awful, like she wasn't sleeping well. She seemed a bit jittery as well, paler than normal.

Harry gave her a long look before letting out another sigh.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked her, she blinked and shook her head, an awkward smile appearing on her face.

"I-It's that bad? Sorry… just haven't been myself lately." 'To busy crying my eyes out wondering what life would be like if I hadn't been so stupid.' She answered him, though he heard her inner monologue.

"Hermione… why don't you just move on? I have. I'm not the same person I was last year. Hell I'm not the same person I was at the start of this year. I'm not the boy you knew anymore. Even if it were possible for us to be friends again, it wouldn't be like it was before, because I'm not that person anymore." Harry chose to cut to the heart of the matter, knowing that he could track down Moody and Crouch using the map once they returned to the school.

"I don't know. I see you, and my chest aches. I see you with your girlfriend and all those other girls, laughing and smiling and flirting, and imagine myself there." He heard her respond in her mind as she turned her gaze from him and brushed some of her hair back.

"I don't want to move on Harry. You may have changed, but that's a good thing. People are supposed to change, they're supposed to grow up. I don't want things to go back to the way they were before, I just want to be friends again." 'I want to be with you.' Hermione tried to explain herself, though her inner thoughts revealed the depths of her feelings.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but I can't trust you. I can't trust that you'll have my back, that you'll keep my secrets and fight for me when I need you to. I thought I could. After last year, after Sirius, I thought you were the one person that I could really rely on in this bloody school, but you turned your back on me. You believed others over me. You actually believed I could want to be in this stupid tournament." Harry said to her, his tone calm and distant. He could see tears well up in her eyes but she didn't shy away from his words.

"You're right Harry. You're right. I let what others thought get the best of me. I allowed myself to be convinced of it because you always somehow end up getting into trouble, and while I knew that a lot of the time it was someone else who was responsible, sometimes it was just you, being so noble or curious, or reckless. I thought maybe you had done it for a good reason. Maybe you knew something I didn't. Maybe you were planning something, and I was just mad because you were putting yourself in danger like you are every year. I was angry, and I was terrified for you. I did a terrible thing because I was stupid. I can't keep being that person. I need to prove to you that I wont be that person anymore. I will prove it." Hermione spoke, her confidence and desperation shining through.

"Even if you could prove to me that you're a different person, I still can't trust you. The kind of trust I need, I don't know if it's possible for you to gain. Not after what happened." Harry told her.

"I'll find a way." Hermione spoke with determination.

"I'd ask you not to. As angry as I am with you, I don't want you wasting your life on something impossible." Harry said to her.

"There is nothing impossible to him who will try." Hermione countered with a soft smile.

Harry blinked at her for a moment before humming. "Alexander the Great." He noted the quote she was giving.

She smiled at him, and turned to head back to the castle, her mind a whirl, filled with hope, and determination to fix what she broke and perhaps achieve her ultimate desire.

Harry stared after her for a long moment before shaking his head. He had no idea what her plan was, but he was quite certain, knowing Hermione, it would at least be interesting. He took a moment to muse on his findings today. She liked him, really like him, wanted to be with him. He realized in that moment that if she managed to pull this off, if she found some way for him to trust her again, things really wouldn't go back to the way they were before. Hermione had higher goals than that. Getting into his pants, it seemed like.

A dry laugh escaped his lips at that. It was a ridiculous idea. Uptight, by-the-books, teachers' pet, know-it-all, Hermione Granger, lusting after him. He shook his head to dislodge the idea before anything funny began forming in that brain of his. Once done, he continued on his way, back up to the castle.

Later that night, Harry sat staring at the Marauder's Map, his eyes focused on Crouch and Moody in Moody's office.

"My son?" Harry hummed thoughtfully. A few moments passed before a smile began touching at his face. Crouch Sr. had mentioned his son, and a tick. Probably a facial tick. A facial tick that a very specific Death Eater was known by Voldemort to have.

"Barty Crouch Jr. So… Polyjuice Potion." Harry spoke aloud drawing the attention of Daphne who sat nearby reading her own book.

"What?" She inquired, lifting her gaze to him.

"Moody is an impostor, he's not a traitor, he's Barty Crouch Jr. Moody is in the office with Crouch, probably held and kept alive for his hair, so that Crouch can keep making Polyjuice potions. That's probably what's in his flask that he keeps drinking from." Harry surmised, his explanation drawing the attention of the rest of his ladies, including Gabrielle who was with them in the Room of Requirement having been shown it for the first time.

This in turn, led to discussions about dealing with the Moody impostor, and what they'd do after the school year was over.

Several days went by with Dumbledore attempting question Harry about what had happened at the bottom of the lake and getting no reply. He'd tried with Daphne, Tracey, and Luna as well but go nothing from them. He hadn't bothered trying again as being alone in a room with them, made him feel terrible. For Daphne, he simply felt in danger, like he wasn't dealing with a teenage girl but something far more deadly. For Tracey, he felt ill in her presence, fatigued, almost like simply being around her was draining. Luna though, being alone with the awkward, loony young woman, made him feel a sense of dread, like at any moment something terrible was going to happen to him.

He didn't understand it, and that terrified him.

It was obvious that his attempt to begin endearing himself to Harry again had failed, but he needed to know just how badly. The hellish glare that Harry had given him after the second task was telling but he needed the context behind it, to understand.

Harry and the others kept quiet about what they knew and kept their guard up around Dumbledore.

More time passed and Harry grew closer to Gabrielle, eventually coming to recognize that he was falling in love with her.

The day came when the two finally had sex, and it was surprising to say the least. Unlike her older sister, Gabrielle was very shy, and timid, and standoffish during sex. She let Harry take the lead entirely, which he was more than happy to do.

For Harry it was like being with Fleur for the first time all over again, at least for the first several seconds. Gabrielle played at mimicking her sister's confidence, but it soon melted away. Any similarities between the sisters faded away at that point. While Fleur encouraged him to go further and faster, and up the intensity, Gabrielle was nervous, and curious, and remained cautious for much of it, taking each step with a careful measure. Harry wouldn't complain though, Gabrielle was a sweetheart, and all it took was a bit of encouragement to help her open up more.

The two spent a good hour making love before calling it a night, and Harry remained with her, sleeping in her bed with her that night, much to his other lovers chagrin as they could feel him having sex and it left some of them a little hot and bothered. Still though, they understood, and welcomed her into their fraternity.

The following morning, he had sex with her again, after waking to find her grinding on his erect member while masturbating. His other lovers had spent the night tormenting him, so he'd no doubt had a physical reaction that Gabrielle had chosen to exploit. The gasp he got from her when he chose to recast the spell on her to make sure he didn't hurt her and then press himself into her folds was like music to his ears.

He quickly pieced together that despite being much more timid and shy then her older sister, Gabrielle had just as high a sex drive, and was just as deviant.

Fleur herself was overjoyed that her sister had finally taken this step, but it would still be several months before Gabrielle was fully bonded to Harry, and it would be safe for her to start putting the moves onto her.

With the two now taking the next step, and his ladies fully welcoming Gabrielle into their fraternity, it was time to finally tell her some of their secrets.

She knew about the Slave Brands, and that Harry was her sister's master, that much Fleur had already told her, and assured her that Harry wasn't the one responsible for it, and how she considered it a blessing rather than a curse.

What she didn't know was of the darker ramifications, and the things going on in the background.

She sat and listened as Harry laid it all out. The truth about the marks, the ties to the dark powers, Luna being Death itself, his unique nature and his ties to his mother's god. All of it. He even showed her his own aura without concealing it, proving his words.

Gabrielle took in everything as well as could be expected. She asked many questions, and tried her hardest to get an accurate understanding of these events.

It was a huge amount of info to take in, and she'd be left thinking about it for days, but ultimately she chose to lament on the fact that she'd never share as powerful a bond with Harry as they would. They were magically linked to him, and yet there was still the Veela bond, but Fleur had that, and the slave brand, and the Dark Soul all linking her to Harry.

She simply wished it were possible for her to share such a bond with him since she was also falling in love with him.

In response to her words, Harry gifted her a smile and a kiss, and then offered her a piece of his Dark Soul.

She was surprised by the offer, since he'd explained that he'd gifted it to the others to save their humanity. Having it offered to her while not being in such a dangerous situation was incredible, and deeply moving.

She accepted and allowed him to place that piece of his soul within her, linking the two together through that shared soul.

Though it went unsaid and she would later take the time to trully consider it with Fleur, recognizing that it was a gift that bonded them together forever. Unified by Harry's own soul, it was an eternal tie, and despite the gravity of it, Gabrielle couldn't escape the feeling of joy she felt as she realized that her future with Harry was now set in stone.

With that newly forged bond, the group was able to even more fully welcome Gabrielle into their unit.

More time passed in the year. Harry and his harem pretty much did their own thing with ever growing rumors and suspicions regarding the depths of his relationship with his all female social circle. The sight of him openly kissing most of them, and even the rumors of him kissing Olivia in private kept circulating.

Every night, Harry and Olivia would chat with Bethany and Jackson, which allowed Harry to grow closer and closer to his little siblings. He also spoke with Sirius often, telling him about what he'd done, and about the journeys he went on, the places he'd visited. He held nothing back, and Sirius didn't judge. At times it seemed like Sirius might just be the one person in the world who wasn't bound to Harry who'd always understand and never judge him for anything. He was someone who was definitely in Harry's corner.

No major incidents occurred for much of the remainder of the school year, there was a bit of buzz about Barty Crouch Sr. having disappeared though he was quickly chalked up for dead, along with the dozens of other people who disappeared in the night. These being Olivia's victims. The only downside to these kills was that the blame was being placed on Sirius Black, as a wanton murderer, and with so many added victims to his growing list a manhunt was out for him with renewed vigor.

Sirius didn't really care about the added heat, the aurors didn't know he was an animagus and he didn't really go outside when he wasn't in the form of Padfoot. He also didn't mind taking the blame for the deaths of these scumbags. Though the papers tried to paint the picture of some of them being 'noble' or 'good-natured' members of society, most were just low level crooks and thugs. People Sirius would have happily dealt with had he been the one to catch them during the war.

There was also a letter that Harry received from Fleur's and Gabrielle's parents, as well as an update from Daphne's and Tracey's fathers. The letter offered the Delacour's gratitude for rescuing their daughter, and a desire to thank him in person for what he'd done. Fleur revealed that her parents knew about the mark, though not that Fleur had found the person she was connected to. She had kept that to herself all year, so they'd need to get around to revealing that. The update from his in-laws revealed that deep and resonating discussions were happening behind the scenes as new alliances were being formed in preparation for the moment the Light and the Dark were cleared away.

Aside from that, Harry did notice during this time the long looks that Hermione was sending him, though she hadn't yet revealed what it was she was planning in order to prove to him that he could trust her.

It was the week before the third task and he'd noticed that Hermione was looking more and more drained, like she hadn't slept at all for two or three days straight. He was walking back to the Room of Requirement with Tracey and Luna when Hermione stepped out in front of them.

"Hey… can I talk to Harry for a minute?" She asked, she actually looked sick, and Tracey saw a smidgen of beauty in her, meaning she had contracted some kind of disease or infection. It was minor right now, just a dim radiance, and lightness that seemed to be about her.

"What about?" Tracey inquired, as Harry let out a sigh.

"Just… something personal." Hermione answered.

Tracey stared at her, curiosity dancing in her eyes. Aside from the minor sickness, Tracey spotted something interesting. On her right forearm, she could see a dim glow beneath her sleeve. What that glow was, she didn't know, but she got the sense that it wasn't a natural light, but rather something she as a Daemon was able to see.

She glanced over at Harry, who gave her a nod, allowing her and Luna to keep on going, and leave him to deal with Hermione.

Once they were away, Harry spoke.

"Hermione, just let it rest. You're actually hurting yourself now." Harry said to her, recognizing that the way she looked was obviously a result of her focus on this redemptive quest of hers.

Hermione wasn't listening, instead she busily rolled up her sleeve revealing a bloodied makeshift bandage wrapped around her forearm.

Harry had smelt the scent of blood coming from her but it was intermixed with other feminine products such as shampoo so he simply dismissed it as menstrual blood. He was used to that combination of scents from the many girls in the school, and he chose to actively ignore it to avoid his thirst becoming an issue.

Now that he focused on it, he caught the distinct scent of infection settling in.

"You need to get that looked at." Harry spoke, even as she began to remove the bandages.

He was about to speak again when the last of the bandages fell away. He blinked in surprise and lost his words.

It was not an injury she carried, it was a mark. It looked to have been crudely cut. A misshapen bird, though the skin within had been colored black. It was a crude recreation of the symbol of the House of Black.

The skin around the marking was raw and inflamed, the early signs of infection added explanation to Hermione's pale complexion.

"Hermione, what did you do?" Harry asked, approaching her.

"This is what I'm willing to do. To prove that you can always trust me. They have it too… don't they?" Hermione said to him as he took her arm.

He looked at her in disbelief, wondering how she knew what the marks meant. His ladies always kept their brands hidden, but sometimes they removed the coverings in private. The magical protection over the markings meant that even if someone saw them they wouldn't be able to see the brand as it truly was, so even if Hermione had seen one of their brands which she likely had, how could she know what it actually was.

He recognized that this wasn't just the psychotic maiming of her own body to show her dedication, this was a Slave Brand, there was magic within it. All that was needed was to activate it, and she'd become his slave.

"Why? Why the hell did you do this?" He questioned her, his anger building. Why would she do something so foolish, so ridiculous.

Her response was to kiss him. It was swift, a peck on the lips which he quickly retreated from in surprise.

"Because now you'll know I can never turn my back on you again. I can't betray you anymore." She said, smiling.

Harry stared at her, trying to formulate words to that.

"Hermione you absolute fool! Do you have any idea what this could mean for your life? After everything you've ever raged about, everything that you believe, you'd enslave yourself to me? Have you gone mad?" Harry demanded of her, but again she smiled at him.

"It's okay Harry. It's what I want. She said I had to prove to you how far I'm willing to go. How much I'm willing to change. I have to prove to you that you can trust me. This is the way. It's a guarantee. We were meant to be together… I know we were. I've seen it. This is what I'm willing to sacrifice to gain your forgiveness, to get you back, to be by your side again. All I have to do is swear myself to you. A few words, and that'll be it. Just a few words, and I'll belong to you." Hermione said to him, dropping to her knees as she did, holding up her arm in offering to him.

Harry stared down at her, absolutely dumbfounded by this turn of events.

"This isn't what she meant, Hermione. This isn't what I want. Doing this… there's no turning back. You'll cast aside all of your hopes and dreams, you'll bind yourself to me. You don't know me anymore! You don't know anything about the person I've become!" Harry dropped to his knees to level with her, grabbing her shoulders, and shaking her to emphasize his words.

"You've been through a lot Harry. People have hurt you, and you've hurt them, you want to hurt them more. A lot of people are gone now, because of you. I know you're different now, but it doesn't change what I want." Hermione said to him, unfazed by his shaking of her.

"How? How could you possibly know that? How could you possibly think you understand what I've been through?!" Harry snapped at her.

"I've seen it. I see it every night in my dreams. In my nightmares." She told him.

"What?" Harry blinked at her response, confusion washing over him.

"These last few months I've been dreaming. Dreaming of you Harry. Things that I could hardly believe. Things I know to be true. I've seen you walk in a dark place where you found your soul. I saw you in another dark place fighting monsters with Olivia, with Fleur in a city beneath the ocean, with Tracey all around the world, and Daphne in this twisted and Gothic city straight out of the history books. I've seen these things in my dreams, and I know they're real. I know that you're different now Harry. I know you've been through more than I can imagine. If I want to be with you, there are things I have to give up. It's been painful to realize these things these last few months. So many sleepless nights, so much worrying, so much reflecting, but I've made my choice. This is my ticket to having you in my life for the rest of my days. If I don't do this now… when this year is done… I know I'll never see you again. I don't care where you're going Harry… I just wanna be with you. This year has been hell, it's been such a horrible hell and I wish so much I could go back and change what I did. I can't though. This is all I can do now. Please Harry… accept this gift. Accept me. I promise I wont be a burden."

"Mione…" Harry felt his anger deflate, replaced by pity and sadness.

He stared at her for several long moments, his face awash with emotion as he digested her words.

"Why haven't you sworn yourself to me? Why are you here asking? If you learned how to do this then you know that ritual to enslave yourself to me, doesn't need my consent. You're giving yourself to me. It a lot easier to make yourself a slave, than to be enslaved." Harry questioned her.

"I wont force myself on you. As much as I want this, I wont make you take me. It would be so easy… but you'd resent me for it. As much as I want it, I wont force it on you. If you still aren't willing to take the risk, than I'll end the ritual. I'll leave you alone. Its all I can offer to prove just how far I'm willing to go to be with you again. Please… accept it. Tell me to say the words. I want to. I want you to trust me again. I want you to have that assurance, and one day, I'll have earned your full trust back, and you wont even think about the bond as a reason for it. It's my way of giving you a guarantee. A certainty that I'll never turn my back on you again. I'll never break your trust again. Please Harry… I know you don't want to hear this… I know I shouldn't say it, and I wont. I wont put that on you, but I know in my heart what my feelings are. I've been wrong about so many things, and it's ruined my life. Please let me get back the best thing about it." Hermione responded to him, her words resonating deeply with Harry. He felt his sadness grow, his pity as well.

He pulled her into an embrace, one she returned warmly.

While he held her, he reached into her mind, searching for an answer, a reason for these dreams, for how she knew these things.

He found it.

Located deep within the recesses of her mind he found it. It was dim, yet powerful. A gentle churning of warp energy. Hermione was psychic. She was psychic and he suspected that something was guiding and influencing her dreams. An entity of the warp, perhaps even a Daemon. In fact, he suspected this may be the work of something like the Changer of Ways or one of his many servants. A means of guiding Hermione back to him, for some greater purpose. What that purpose was, Harry didn't know, but he could attribute it to the Changer's stated goal to Daphne, to help keep him alive. Maybe he saw Hermione being helpful in that quest and guided her down a road that would help her return to his side?

But that begged the question, was he ready to allow her to return to his side. This was what he needed after all, a genuine way to trust her. She quite literally couldn't betray him, as his magical slave. At least not easily. Not without a lot of work, and he wouldn't have to be worried about her attempting to hide her thoughts because, as his slave, he'd have access to her deeper thoughts with his own mental powers. It didn't matter what walls she threw up, or what defenses she established, it all belonged to him, and would yield to his presence, the gates swinging open at his arrival.

This was a means of rebuilding the trust they'd once had, of getting back to that place, and going further. The question was, did he want that?

Harry had never been truly close with anybody before Luna. Never fully open, or fully connected. Ron and Hermione were his closest friends, but he still kept things from them, he still hid himself, but of them, Hermione was always someone he could have seen himself opening up to, and getting closer with. The potential had been there.

She wasn't asking to go back to that though. She didn't want to go back to what they once had. She was looking for more. That kiss had certainly shown what she really wanted from him. How long had that been there though? How long had she had those desires?

Beyond that, it was obvious that she was going through something. These dreams, these nightmares, showing her his journey, he didn't know how much of it she'd seen but it was obviously a lot. He'd done a lot of horrible things in the other worlds, even on one occasion assisting with genocide. Being exposed to that, seeing it all, Harry could understand why Hermione seemed different, why she was looking more and more haggard.

He had to wonder, in a moment of thoughtfulness how he hadn't noticed it, how no one had mentioned it at all. Hermione had obviously been looking worse throughout the year, but he always just chalked it up to restlessness, but no one seemed concerned by it. He never overheard the students talking about it, or saw the teachers stepping in to speak with Hermione and get her head on straight. No, there didn't appear to be anything.

As much as it sucked, it didn't take a genius to understand it. The only reason anyone cared about the muggleborn bookworm was because she was Harry's friend. That was it. Without that bond she was a nobody to the people in this school. A peripheral that existed at the edge of notice, even the teachers didn't really care anymore because she wasn't part of Harry's circle and thus unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Like most muggleborns once she finished Hogwarts, she'd either get a menial job in their society or most-likely, leave it, and be forced to find her way in the muggle world without a proper education.

A waste of talent, honestly, if you were to ask Harry, but it wasn't something he could change as a whole. For Hermione though, he could change her entire life. If he accepted, if he did this, she'd be his. She'd belong to him, and after that kiss, he knew what she'd likely wish to pursue, where she'd want this relationship to end up. He took the moment to recognize all of this, to run it through his brain before he made his choice.

'If I say no, she'll fade into obscurity and probably lose herself more and more until there's nothing left. She may even take her own life one day, if this turmoil continues to grow. If I say no, than she returns to the faceless ranks of Hogwarts, and I leave her behind at the end of this year. I'll likely never see her again, and she'll know me, only by what I do next. If I say no, I erase whatever good she might bring to my life. What if I'm right, and it was Tzeentch or one of his agents guiding her on this path? What if I'm right and she is meant to help keep me alive? I don't know what would happen to the others if I die. What becomes of my daemonesses if I'm gone? What would happen to Luna? To Gabrielle? What if I'm right about her? What if I'm wrong. If I'm wrong… I lose nothing. I have Hermione by my side and maybe she's a headache, but that's the worse that happens if I'm wrong since she wouldn't be able to easily turn her back on me. More pros than cons. Greater possibility for reward. If nothing else, Hermione is psychic. That means that she may be able to learn to control the powers of the warp. A powerful ally to have. Open the doorway, and see where it goes. I wont reject her affections, I'll explore them, and maybe I can feel something like that in return. She's willing to give up her freedom for this. She seems so certain of it. Months of sleepless nights, agonizing over a life altering decision. Fine. I'll roll the dice.' Harry allowed his own logic to play out in his mind, as he pondered this event. After several long moments, he finally spoke.

"One last time. Are you sure about this? There's no going back. You'll be mine forever." He whispered to her. He felt tears begin to wet his shoulder as she nodded.

Slowly he pulled back, meeting her tearful gaze. She gave him a smile and once more offered him her arm.

"Hermione… please don't come to regret this." He said to her, taking her arm in his hand.

"I wont. I know I wont. You wont let me. You're not that kind of person." She responded, causing him to let out a breath.

"I, Hermione Jean Granger, swear my life and magic to Harrison James Potter Black. I will serve him forever more. My life is his. My magic is his. All that I am, all that I will be, are his. So I have said it, so mote it shall be."

He felt the formation of the connection in a heartbeat.

An old act of magic, yet so easily brought forth. Words held so much power in this world, and now one life belonged to another.

The mark on her arm glowed, the crude shape of it twisting into something more elegant, more definitive. It looked more like a tattoo now, than a carved marking. A pitch black bird, the symbol of House Black.

"Come on, we've got a lot to talk about, and I need to have a look at that, make sure you don't get sick." He rose to his feet, offering her his hand. Hermione beamed at him, and quickly took it, rising to her feet as well.

She followed beside him, grinning to herself as he led her up to the Room of Requirement. He paced before the hidden entrance, awaiting it's appearance. Hermione was mesmerized by the sudden appearance of the door, further so when Harry led her inside.

All of Harry's ladies were already there, their eyes turned towards the door when he entered, and surprise showed on their faces when Hermione trailed in beside him.

"Oh, now what is zis?" Fleur inquired curiously.

"Hermione has sworn her life to me. She is now a servant of House Black." Harry answered, earning further surprise, though Daphne recovered quickest and shook her head with a snort of amusement.

"Her life belongs to me now. As my slave she cannot betray me, she cannot share my secrets with others. She wishes to rebuild our friendship, and with a means of trusting her again, I'm willing to do that. Treat her with respect, and let her earn her place amongst you." Harry said to them all.

"Ah… do you intend to pursue a relationship wiz her?" Fleur was the first to ask.

"Maybe… if it leads there. For now we need to work towards becoming friends again. From there… who knows." Harry answered with a shrug. Hermione offered him a smile at that, happy to be given the chance.

Tracey was the first to bounce over to greet their newest companion.

"So this is what you were planning. Wow… never knew you had it in you. It's a big sacrifice you know, not that I think you'll regret it." Tracey said to her.

"I know, and I wont." Hermione responded.

"Keep something in mind Hermione, Tracey and Daphne are my wives. They are the ladies of House Black. Because you bound yourself to the House of Black, that means they're also in charge of you. So make sure you get on their good sides." Harry pointed out.

Hermione grinned sheepishly at that, while Tracey giggled.

"Don't worry, I'm not overly bossy. Just don't let yourself get trapped alone with Daphne, she'll work you to the bone." Tracey whispered that last part.

"I heard that Davis." Daphne called her out.

"Come on, we've got some stuff to talk about." Harry began to move, ushering everyone to a large table in the center of the room.

"Becoming his slave… interesting choice." Daphne hummed as Hermione walked by her.

"I just… took your advice. He needed to be able to trust me. Now he can, and that means we can work on building actual trust again." Hermione replied.

"Quite the sacrifice though." Daphne noted.

"Yeah, but he's worth it." Hermione stated in response.

"That he is." Daphne agreed with a smile, moving to take her place at the table.

"Hermione, I want you to tell them about your dreams, tell them what you've been seeing." Harry instructed. Hermione nodded and did so, explaining how she's begun dreaming about Harry's adventures, seeing large fragments of his journeys these last couple of months.

"She's psychic, I can sense the permutations of the warp in her mind. It's dim, but it's there. Seeing visions of my movements in other worlds, it seems almost directed." Harry stated.

"Directed? Like someone is making me see these things?" Hermione questioned, while the rest seemed thoughtful.

"Yeah. There's some things you need to know, things that'll help you understand what you've seen." Harry spoke. From there they simply began to explain things, starting first with the full breath of what had happened to Harry before the start of the year. Then the slave brands, and meeting Death, the deal with the Dark Powers and what they were. His deaths, his awakening of Fleur, Olivia, Daphne, and Tracey as Daemons, Olivia being his sister, him having two more siblings his dad being alive up until he was killed during the Yule Holidays. They spent all day and night explaining things, putting her on the same page as everyone else and allowing her a chance to grasp what was actually happening.

With all of that explained it was early into the morning but Harry was far from done. He explained to her about Moody and how he was the one who entered him into the Tournament and how he was really Crouch Jr. He explained about Voldemort, and his Horcruxes, and how Harry intended to confront the Dark Lord through this Tournament. Once he did, he would kill him, and then track down his last missing Horcrux so he could destroy those too, and finally be done with it. He explained how they were all leaving Hogwarts at the end of this year. Harry had plans. He intended to topple the Light and Dark and pave the way for a new faction, one born in an Alliance surrounding House Black. He finished by explaining the nature of what he was, the being that was his mother's god, and how, once he was finished getting rid of the broken system in Britain, he was going to go and answer all of those questions and finally figure out exactly what he was.

It was a tremendous amount to take in, but Hermione had always been good at absorbing information. At no point did she speak out against any of it. She did question some things, searching for more clarification, but at no point did she challenge him, or try to turn him away from his direction. It seems at least so far, that she had in fact changed. She wasn't so wrapped up in authority anymore, or perhaps it was simply that she'd chosen a new authority to adhere to. Knowing that Harry was almost a hundred and fifty years old, and had all of Lord Voldemort's knowledge, confirmed in her mind that he knew exactly what he was doing. She'd also seen enough in her dreams to know that and the others were far more than just your average teenagers, though she always knew that about Harry, just more definitively now.

It was close to two in the morning when they reached the end of their talks, or more accurately their introduction for Hermione. She was grateful for their honesty, but Harry dismissed stating that she belonged to him now, he had no reason to hide things from her, nor did he intend to keep her at arms length for no real reason. She was here now, and he wanted her to be helpful because he knew it was in her nature to do so. He offered to let her stay with them tonight in the Room of Requirement which she gladly accepted.

This was offered to Gabrielle as well who also accepted. Harry intended to stay awake all night to avoid the repercussions of their dreams, and avoid an awkward situation with Hermione present, as well as avoiding anything becoming too tempting for Fleur with having Gabrielle here. His partners weren't exactly enthused about not getting to enjoy him tonight, but they didn't comment on it.

Some chose to sleep, while Daphne and Olivia stayed awake with Harry, discussing plans for after the school year.

The following morning, Hermione got to join them at their seat in the Great Hall, a sight that definitely caused people to remember she existed. It wasn't long before the rumor mill began churning out theories that he was sleeping with her as well.

Hermione was a bit embarrassed overhearing some of their gossiping but chose not to confront the issue and instead focus on Harry, and how she could help rebuild their relationship.

After lessons she returned to the Room of Requirement and spent much of her time with Daphne, exploring the nature of her latent psychic ability.

Days would pass, and in the day leading up to the final task, Harry and Olivia had a chance to speak with Sirius, Bethany and Jackson once more.

It was a long chat, about nothing in particular. The kids were excited about Harry and Olivia finally coming home from school. Despite having the chance to talk every night, the kids missed having their older siblings around. Harry was really looking forward spending more time with his siblings and getting to know them better. Having a family had always been one of his dreams, and he had one now. He wanted to explore that, to feel what it was like.

"Just have to make it through tomorrow, and you'll be free from this stupid tournament." Sirius noted.

"Yeah. One more day and it'll all be over." Harry agreed, gazing down at the reflection of Sirius in the two-way mirror.

"Just be safe pup. I'd hate to have to hear about another long journey because something happened to you. I know you'll make do, but it takes it's toll, I can tell. Get through it, finish out this year, and come home." Sirius said to him.

"I will. God… home… I've never really had a home. Not here, not in this world." Harry hummed thoughtfully, Olivia hugging him, resting her head on his shoulder affectionately.

"Well you do. This is your home, never forget it. Just a few more days pup. Your brother and sister are going stir crazy. Being cooped up in this house all day isn't good for them. I try to take them out when I can, but they're still too little. People still get curious seeing kids that young walking around with a big black dog, no parents in sight." Sirius noted.

"Hey Sirius, can we go to the park tomorrow?" Bethany asked him. Sirius sighed at that, while Harry let out a chuckle and Olivia grinned.

"Fine, we can go. But nothing crazy you two, and no pretending you don't know what it means when I bark at you." Sirius acquiesced.

"Have fun, and stay safe, all of you. Keep an eye on each other." Harry said to them.

"Yes sir." Jackson affirmed, while Bethany nodded excitedly.

"We'll stay safe, and we'll be rooting for you Harry. We'll talk again tomorrow and…" Sirius looked away from the mirror as Bethany darted off. She then came back reporting that the fireplace was calling.

Sirius let out a sigh and rubbed at his temple.

"Problem?" Olivia asked.

"Annoyance. Dumbledore has been hounding me for info on Harry, and what he's been up to. I've given him the runaround, but he's persistent. Look, I'm going to let you two go, we'll talk again tomorrow. I need to go and tell him off for the hundredth time." Sirius said to them.

"Have fun. We'll talk again tomorrow." Harry said his farewells.

"Bye!" Both Jackson and Bethany waved, smiling brightly, while Harry and Olivia offered playful waves back, before setting the mirror aside.

"One more day Harry." Olivia hummed, kissing him on the cheek.

"One more day." Harry agreed.

"Ya know, we're gonna have to tell them about us soon." Olivia noted.

"Yeah, the kids will be fine, and I think Sirius will understand. Still… it's gonna be awkward." Harry agreed.

"True, and I agree, but I have no intention of hiding my feelings for you in the comfort of my own home or around my family. You're not just my brother, you're my lover, and they need to know and accept that. It's already annoying enough not being able to love on you like the others can." Olivia pouted, earning a genuine smile from Harry.

"We'll tell them, and we wont have to hide anything." Harry said to her, pulling her onto his lap as he did. She smiled at him, and soon the two sunk into passionate kissing that eventually evolved into something more.

The following day came. It arrived with a suddenness that anticipation often brings.

Harry joined the other champions before a cheering crowd. They were set before a maze of hedges, built up in and around where the Quidditch pitch used to stand.

Their task was simple, make it to the Triwizard cup located somewhere in the maze, and claim it. You do, you win. The maze would be filled with various challenges, that they had to either avoid or overcome to make it to the end. They would also enter in order of their ranks, based on the previous challenges. Krum and Cedric were tied for first, since Krum won the second round, but Cedric won the first. Fleur was in third, and Harry in last due to his supposed cheating in the First Round, and coming up last on the second.

It didn't overly bother him, he just wanted to get this over with and finally be freed from this magical contract. Once done he could strangle the life out of Crouch Jr. and figure out where Voldemort was hiding so he could do the same to him.

Harry waited his turn to enter the maze, Fleur having waited on him so they could go together. He used his Beholder eye to disable the magic of the hedges and then burned through them, allowing the two to avoid the hassle of wandering aimlessly. It allowed them to avoid most of the challenges and traps, only encountering a single acromantula which tried to eat them, and a sphinx who put forth a riddle which Fleur answered.

Eventually the two spotted the cup and made their way towards it, arriving before it, Harry sensed the tingling of magic coming from it.

"The cup is a portkey." Harry noted.

"Yes, it would seem so. Do you zink zis is part of Crouch's plan?" Fleur inquired.

"Yeah. Get ready." He instructed, his gaze focusing.

She nodded and took his hand, then both of them grabbed the cup at the same time. They felt themselves pulled to a new location, being deposited into an unknown graveyard along with the cup.

Harry and Fleur advanced, glancing around curiously.

"Where are we?" Fleur asked.

"Little Hangleton. Right beside Riddle Manor. So this is where you were hiding Tom." Harry mused with a smirk, recognizing the place from Voldemort's memories.

The two came to a pause before a towering grave. Inscribed onto the tombstone was the name Tom Riddle.

"And here's dear old dad." Harry hummed.

He felt the mind's of four beings approaching. One was stalking them in the graveyard, the others closing in from further away.

"Behind you, my love." Harry spoke into Fleur's mind. She spun around and threw up a shield, just as a spell crashed into it. From the shadows, the crooked form of Moody emerged. He prepared to unleash another spell, but Fleur was faster, much faster.

From her arm, a swarm of vibrant bees came rushing out. They raced towards the impostor Moody and were on him before he could properly counter the surprise attack.

He soon felt their stings. Though a milder form of Fleur's own venom, it still triggered a potent pain response with each sting. Each sting filled Crouch's body with the pain inducing venom, at first feeling like long hot needles being dug in at each point of contact soon evolved into a blazing agony that caused the man to go down screaming, especially as the bees swarmed his face.

While Fleur dealt with Crouch, Harry had turned to face the three approaching beings, two of which he knew very well.

From a dark passageway nearby, Peter Pettigrew emerged, and carried in his arm, the misshapen, inhuman form of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Pettigrew had his wand drawn on them, and approached, though his smiling visage fell when he saw and heard Moody screaming on the ground, and saw Fleur wand at the ready, eager to add his screams to the musical.

"Quick, kill her!" Voldemort rasped.

"Avad-" Peter began, only for Harry to cross the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

He seized the portly animagus by the neck and hoisted him into the air. Voldemort fell from Peter's arms with a shriek as both hands came up to clutch at Harry's.

"I've been looking for you Peter." Harry growled before viciously tossing the man into Riddle Sr's. Headstone.

"Keep an eye on him." Harry commanded to Fleur who nodded and moved to stand over Peter who was writhing in pain from the impact.

Harry stared down at the withered, shriveled form of Voldemort, disgust written across his face.

"P-potter! You-! How?!" The barely living homunculi gasped.

"A lot has changed since last we met, Tom. Before you die, I just need to know something." Harry stated as he leaned down to pick up the Dark Lord's body.

"No! Release me!" Tom shrieked.

"I know I cannot consume your soul, not until all of your other Horcruxes are destroyed, but I must know if you've made anymore." Harry said to him. Voldemort's face twisted in terror and disbelief. Seeing the Dark Lord so scared, filled Harry with glee.

He felt the approach of the fourth mind, it was bestial, almost like an animal's but reasonably smarter.

He turned and caught the serpent, even as Fleur shouted a warning to him. His hand wrapped around the snake's neck.

It was a large serpent, with many biting fangs. He could see magic within it, and also feel it's connection to Voldemort. Either this snake was a familiar, or it was another Horcrux.

He grinned viciously as the snake hissed at him, gripping the serpent with his telekinesis he released it, pulling it back and away from him.

"No!" Voldemort shrieked, confirming Harry's suspicions that this Snake was more than a simple servant.

Harry drew his wand, and with a wave, unleashed his own serpent of Fiendfyre that rushed up and wrapped around the writhing hissing snake.

The flames encircled it and quickly began to eradicate the creature.

Voldemort thrashed and twisted and screamed while still being held by Harry, but he was unable to do anything.

Fleur watched this happen with a gleeful smirk, almost wishing that she could paint this final moment of victory. Her eyes briefly flicked back to Peter where she saw him trying to crawl away.

He began to transform, shrinking into his ratlike form, only to be swiftly caught by magic, just as he climbed out from his clothes. The rat shrieked as it floated through the air, right into Fleur's waiting grasp. She held the rat with a smirk, and quickly stunned it, keeping the man from trying to flee again.

She turned her eyes back to Harry just as he buried his teeth into Voldemort's neck and began to drink in his foul blood.

For Harry it was an unfamiliar experience. Voldemort's blood tasted foul and grotesque, and though he felt his life energies draining into him, he also felt the essence of Voldemort draining out. Due to the nature of his Horcruxes, even being fed on by a vampire which would normally consume the soul, didn't kill the Dark Lord outright. Still his body was killed, forcing Voldemort's soul to flee away from the graveyard in order to escape.

It ultimately didn't matter. Harry had what he needed. The snake was the only new Horcrux, and with it dead, all he had to do was find the Cup hidden by Belatrix. Voldemort's days were numbered and his plan foiled.

Harry spat out some of Voldemort's vile blood before turning towards the screaming form of Moody. His face was swollen, blood leaking from his eyes as he shrieked in ungodly pain. He had been stung dozens of times, his body being filled with the terrible pain-inducing venom of Fleur's bees.

Harry stood over the man for several long moments before bringing his foot down on his chest, collapsing it and ending his life. With a chuckle he collected the man's wand, as well as the one that Peter was using which actually happened to be Voldemort's wand.

He then made his way over to Fleur who held the unconscious Peter in her hands, cleaning the blood from his face and mouth as he did.

"So easy." He hummed with a chuckle.

"To imagine how much worse this would have been had that horrible witch not gotten her hands on you." Fleur noted, causing Harry to turn thoughtful for a moment.

He was quiet as he pondered that, recognizing that she was indeed correct. Had it not been for his capture before the start of the year, this situation, him being here, might have gone very differently.

He let out a cold chuckle and shook his head. No point in wondering about what might have been. It was done, and he was about to be free from this bloody Tournament. Time to head back, and bask in the glow of success.

More importantly, he had Peter Pettigrew, that meant that Sirius would be free soon. He smiled and took Fleur's hand. He then extended his free hand towards the Cup, and it flew into his hand, transporting them back to Hogwarts.

The two appeared before the crowd of onlookers. Cheers began as the two appeared.

Those cheers began to dissipate though as several figures in black robes began to emerge from the crowd, wands drawn.

"Harry Potter! Surrender your wand, you are under arrest!" Came a shout that silenced the crowd.

Harry blinked curiously at the approaching squad of aurors. There was nearly a dozen of them, including Amelia Bones the Chief Auror.

"Madam Bones, what is the meaning of this?" Came the question from Dumbledore as he, the rest of the judges, and Minister Fudge made their way onto the field.

"We have received information that Harry James Potter has been in league with one Sirius Orion Black, and has assisted in sheltering the murderer while he continued his killings. We also have word that Harry Potter is involved in the enslavement of at least two members of different noble houses." Amelia Bones spoke, causing whispers to spread through the crowd.

Dumbledore blinked at her words, almost showing genuine surprise. Minister Fudge seemed to have been briefed on this beforehand, as the man wasn't well known for his poker face yet the prideful smirk on his face spoke of an untold success.

"I'm sure you are mistaken." Dumbledore began to say, but Fudge cut him off.

"It is no mistake Dumbledore. We received this info early today, and it led us right to Black. He's been dealt with, and now we're left to clean up the rest of the mess with his accomplice." Fudge spoke, his words causing Dumbledore to take a step back and turn his eyes towards Harry.

"What do you mean… 'dealt with'?" Harry spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt Fleur take in a fearful breath and immediately seize his hand, trying desperately to comfort him.

"Sirius Black is dead! The mass murderer was found today stalking a park in London. The aurors confronted him just over two hours ago along with the Dementors of Azkaban. That monster is finally gone. Sirius Black is dead!" Fudge proclaimed his final words earning cheers from the Hogwarts students.

The nightmarish murderer had haunted the school the previous year, and the students hadn't forgotten the terror of having him stalking about. Hearing of his demise filled them with cheer. Most of the students were cheering. Those from Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang cheered as well, just less vibrantly.

A few people were silent. Ron, and the rest of the Weasley clan who knew about Sirius were deathly silent. The teachers like McGonagal, like Flitwick were also silent. Dumbledore stood in silence as well, his eyes locked onto Harry.

Harry, for his part was replaying those words in his head. 'Sirius Black is dead'. 'Sirius Black is dead'. 'Sirius is Dead'.

"Sirius is dead?" Harry spoke aloud, the words causing physical pain to lance through his body.

Harry could hear Fleur trying to talk to him, trying to say something, but her words were muddled, drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.

He knew his lovers were moving, trying to push through the crowd to make it to him. He could hear the yelps and cries as Tracey and Olivia raced towards him. Both had heightened physical strength, and Tracey had much greater mass than she appeared to.

They were trying to reach him, trying to get to him and comfort him.

Through their connection they felt his heart shattering into pieces.

"Potter! Drop your wand, and surrender! I will not ask again!" The auror from before instructed. "You, step away from him!"

The final command was directed towards Fleur, but she paid it no mind, her focus entirely on Harry.

All he could hear was the cheers of the crowd. Cheering for Sirius' death. Cheering for the loss of the closest thing Harry had to a father. Fleur was in front of him now, shielding him from the approaching aurors.

"Get out of the way!" One shouted, but Fleur shook her head, ready to reveal her demonic visage and defend her lover.

Harry's mind spun with images. Every memory of his time with Sirius flashed in his head, and only to quickly did he realize that it was over. Like the blink of an eye. Someone who'd come to mean so much to him, and he'd had so little time with him. His head began to hurt, physical pain lanced behind his eyes. Hot tears stung at cheeks, and he felt his brain begin to ache.

Almost as one the crowd began to grow silent, a sense of dread beginning to wash over them.

Harry felt his mind racing, again reliving every moment with Sirius, again over in a heartbeat, so little time, such a brief connection, now forever severed. His mind was reaching out, touching at all of the minds around him.

Suddenly, and without warning Harry let out a shriek. A psionic scream ripped out of his mind to accompany his vocal wail of anguish. Almost in unison, every person in the crowd grabbed at their heads in pain, the feeling of a white hot poker jamming into their skulls, momentarily deafening their senses, causing everyone's vision to go white.

He felt the psychic pressure in his mind build to a crescendo, only to suddenly smash into something. Something that called to him, something familiar, yet alien. He felt a presence with him in that moment. It was powerful, yet fragile at the same time. It seemed curious, and then pitying. It felt lonely, and in pain. There was focus in it, yet it seemed to stir as if from a sudden slumber.

It was so much, so distinct, that it nearly tore Harry's attention away from his rage. Yet that half moment of distraction quickly faded, as his eyes focused onto the Aurors, each one clutching their head, struggling to regain their focus and train their wands onto him again.

"You killed him…" Harry whispered.

Fleur felt an ice cold chill wash over her. It wasn't something that came from within, not the resonance of his soul. A literal cold was enveloping her, yet she felt the echo of it inside of her as well.

She knew what it was. It was Harry's soul, it was the Dark Soul, it was his grand aura.

"You killed him." Harry spoke again, reaching out and pulling Fleur to his side and out of his way.

"Surrender Potter! Do it now!" Amelia Bones demanded, as she regained her bearings, panic and uncertainty touching at her voice, all confidence seemingly gone after feeling the psychic backlash of his pain.

"You murdered my Godfather… you fucking bitch!" Harry snarled, his face twisting into a hellish veneer of something nearly inhuman. Vampiric and Wolfen features began to show upon his face, his canines elongated, even as his lips pulled back into a feral snarl.

Rising along the hedges behind him, a shadow arose. A visible darkness that was seemingly bubbling up from Harry's back.

"You wont even deny your association with that man, the man who murdered so many innocent people, who helped the Dark Lord murder your own parents, and enslaving innocent people, you truly are rotten Potter. Twisted and evil, just like Black!" Bones snarled at him upon seeing this, seeing the evil that eked off of him.

An almost manic grin spread across Harry's face, tears staining his cheeks, as magic built around him. From the viewpoint of the aurors Harry's position shifted several feet, separating from Fleur and moving to the side. Collectively they shifted their wands towards the image projected by his Displacer beast skin.

Harry's rage built to new levels, rising higher and higher. He knew in his heart that he had lost Sirius for good. His soul had been swallowed by Dementors, devoured. Even now, it lay within the belly of a dementor digesting, breaking apart into the residual energies of it's makeup. Even if it were possible to rip the soul out of damned creature, which it likely was, it would already be irreparably damaged. Possibly to the point of being unable to be held together anymore.

Sirius was gone. He wasn't just dead, he was gone, and not even Luna could fix it.

Their cheers still filled his ears, though they had long died out as people began to recover from his psychic outburst and see the darkness building around Harry. He could just make out Hermione's voice, screaming at people to move so she could reach him. She wasn't alone, other voices caught his ears as well. His lovers. His precious loves. All he had left now.

Harry reached up, taking his head in his hands. He could still feel the echoes of their satisfaction, their joy. The death of his beloved Godfather had filled these people with joy.

He shut his eyes, and in the darkness of his vision, saw a monster staring back at him. The malformed ever-changing Daemon of his soul. It leered at him with bestial hunger. The rage about it, filled him up.

In it's shadow, looming over the Daemon he caught a glimpse of four great figures, little more than silhouettes, illuminated by red, green, pink, and blue flames.

Across his body, the markings of the Chaos god's glowed with malevolence and upon his chest, the symbol of Chaos itself hued with multi-colored light.

His eyes began to blaze, as the powers of the warp channeled through him, the slaughter was about to commence.

-To Be Continued-

Alright there's the next chapter, hope you all enjoy, get ready for the chaos.