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)

24. Chapter 24

Alrighty, here's the next chapter, this is sort of an ending to the first arc of this story, the next chapters after this one will be leading into the future of the story.

Chaos Born: Destiny Undone

Chapter 24: Rebirth

Anton Wolf, a man in his late fifties, with shoulder-length graying hair, and a rough long face, sat in his shop, reading over the passage that had occupied his attention for the better part of two months now.

A nightmare had unfolded during the final act of the Triwizard Tournament. Reports varied but what was universally true was that it was a wholesale slaughter. Hundreds of people, many of them children had been butchered that fateful night. Prominent figures, the British Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, the Chief Auror Amelia Bone, the headmaster of Durmstrang Igor Karkaroff, as well as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock and Head Mugwump himself, Albus Dumbledore, all dead. Then there was the attack on the Auror's offices, and the slaughter of the prisoners and Dementors of Azkaban.

So much death and destruction, so much, wrapped up in mystery. Reports varied. Some claimed that Death Eaters were the cause of it all. The Dark Mark was found hanging over Hogwarts at the end of the attack. Others claimed that Harry Potter had done it. That he had gone on a rampage after it was discovered of his allegiance to the mass murderer Sirius Black, who'd been killed earlier that same day.

No one knew anything for certain, and Potter had vanished off the face of the Earth. He was gone, as were his wives, the heiresses to the Greengrass and Davis clans. There were several others who'd mysteriously vanished as well. The heads of a few extremely dark aligned households. Draco Malfoy as well, plus several young ladies known to be in Harry's company quite often, had all just up and vanished from Britain.

Anton finished reading the article and sat back. He brought his hand up to rub at his jaw, scratching at the peppered stubble. Harry James Potter, a boy of ever growing mystery.

Anton awaited to hear back from a few of his contacts that he'd set to task of finding the boy. With Dumbledore dead and no longer around to keep track of him, the Lordsworn were free to try and make contact with the boy. All that remained now was to find where he had vanished too.

It had been years, yet the old man still remembered the smiling, excited face of his old apprentice as she poured over old documents with him. He recalled Lily Potter with fondness, a dim ache in his heart, as her eventual fate always resonated in his mind.

The last he had heard from her, was that the ritual had been a success, that they had accomplished their task.

But then a shadow fell over Europe. Voldemort and his Death Eaters began to more brazenly attack their enemies. Lily and her husband were forced into hiding, and though Anton had wished for the chance to convince her to come to him, to bring the child to the Lordsworn for protection, by the time news had reached him that the Dark Lord was hunting the Potters, they'd already vanished into hiding.

News of her death, troubled him greatly, and tore at his heart. She was the best of them. Meant to be the future of their secret society. And now, even more so, the mother of their reborn god, should her words have proven correct.

Now though, now she was nothing more than a memory. So much wasted talent, so much potential lost. A kind and strong woman, torn from the world forever due the machinations of that vile serpent. All because the Dark Lord had learned a truth far sooner than he should have. He learned of their god's greatness, he learned of his power, he learned of his threat, and sought to snuff it out in the cradle. It was all wrought by that wretched prophecy, and it had cost Lily her life.

A gentle noise caught his ear, the sound of his shop door opening and closing. He felt the breeze of summer air, the scent of the city drift in, lifting his gaze he found a boy standing before him. One eye covered by an eyepatch, the other, a blazing, almost glowing emerald green.

This boy, a mirror image of a man that Anton had known from afar.

He blinked, and felt his stomach drop.

"Anton Wolf?" The boy spoke, his tone carried a seriousness to it, one matched by the look upon his face.

"C-can I help you?" He responded to the boy.

"I've been looking for you. We need to talk." The boy said to him, an aura of magnificence blooming around him, causing Anton's jaw to drop open. Tears began to fill his eyes as he realized his suspicion was correct, that Lily's words had all been true. They had done it! This boy, it had truly worked!

The moment of their first meeting would be an event that the old man would cherish for the remainder of his life.

What followed was a sea of questions as he locked his store doors and closed down before sitting with the boy and discussing things.

Harry Potter Black. Lord of houses Potter and Black. The boy was remarkably well spoken, knowledgeable and direct. He had come here seeking answers, a single burning question in his mind.

'What was he?' That was difficult to answer, but Anton tried as hard as he could to explain everything that they knew, that they had learned.

He sat with Harry and recounted his knowledge of their god. Much of it information that he'd already learned from Lily's painting, and her journals. He worried the boy may find his lack of additional information to be a disappointment but Harry assuaged his concerns. He knew it was unlikely that they could tell him what he was. Had they figured that out already, he would have likely learned it from his mother. No, he had come here for help in finding that answer.

"I need to go to the tomb. I need to walk those halls, see it for myself. The answer is there, I know it is." Harry spoke.

"You are likely correct my lord, but without the memories of your past life, I do not know how we can venture further than we already have. Each path has been checked. Every stretch mapped out to it's end. They either lead to dead ends, unbreachable doors, or paths that are guarded, and we cannot get past the defenses. The laser weapons used to guard access to the interior of the tomb are protected by some kind of force-field that impacts our spells, and they react so fast that even if you could get a single spell off to try and disable the shields, you wont be fast enough to get off the second one. Two people are needed, yet even still, there is a strong likelihood that one or both will end up dead from the attempt of taking down just one of the defense guns. We assume that's how previous expeditions brute forced their way forward, but we haven't the resources to martial the number of suicidal witches and wizards willing to die in the attempt to progress further. We know that the tomb itself is actually the ancient ship that ferried you to our world, and from what we've gathered it's massive. Absolutely titanic in size, measuring upwards to twenty plus kilometers. We've barely accessed and explored a single percentage of the ship." Anton expressed his worries, again careful not to refuse as he was still trying to get a grasp as to the nature of the boy, who radiated with a powerful intensity that nearly stole your breath away.

"Have the Lordsworn made no progress in finding solutions? You've had over a decade since you're last endeavor that I know about, have you come up with nothing?" Harry questioned.

"I have heard that some of the others may have developed solutions, but they are all untested. Not until we head out there again will we have the chance to actually test them. Maybe we have found the answer, maybe we'll be able to make it through this time. I simply cannot say for certain. All I know is that I myself have not been able to divine a solution." Anton admitted.

Harry nodded, letting out a sigh as he did. After several long moments he leaned forward, locking eyes with the man.

"I intend to get my answers. My future, my fate, whatever lies ahead, it all requires these answers, to be revealed to me. What am I? Who am I? Why did I come to this world? Why am I still asleep, even after millennia? Who are the Observers and what do they want with this world?" Harry spoke, with intense focus. "I am asking for the help of the Lordsworn. I'm not asking for any oaths or promises of loyalty. If you accept, than aid me for only so long as you wish too."

Anton stared at him for a long moment, taking in his words. He smiled, and lowered his head respectfully.

"I will summon my comrades, my lord. It may take a few weeks to prepare all we need for this expedition." He said to the young man.

"That's fine. Ensure we have everything we need. If anything additional is required, let me know, I will put forth my own funds to assist in this endeavor as well." Harry said to him.

"That wont be needed my lord, but we certainly appreciate it. All will be made ready." Anton spoke, rising to his feet as Harry did.

"I must see to my own preparations, contact me when thing are ready, I can be reached at Chateau Delacour in France. Farewell." Harry told him, earning a nod from the man.

"Farewell to you my lord." Anton responded.

As quickly as he arrived, he departed, stepping out onto the streets and making his way off.

He was joined by two hooded figures as he walked, Daphne and Olivia, the presence of both, driving unease into the surrounding citizenry who passed by them.

"You were in there awhile. All go well?" Olivia questioned.

"Yes. We're headed home. We'll gather our things and prepare for a long trip. This expedition will be lengthy, and I don't intend to return until I have what I need." Harry responded.

"Very well." Daphne hummed in acknowledgment.

With that the three apparated, leaving Germany behind.

It had been several months since the massacre that had claimed the lives of hundreds that fateful night. All of Europe was in an uproar over it. Students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang had been slaughtered, and the attack on the Ministry and Azkaban had left countless more deceased.

That tales of Harry Potter's involvement both good and ill led to questions. People needed answers, but the Boy-Who-Lived had vanished into the ether. He had gone to ground, as had his lovers, Hermione Granger as well. They were all gone, and no one knew where to find them.

After that night, Daphne had met with hers and Tracey's parents, spinning them a tale of what had really happened. It was all a lie, but it was supported by Tracey, and by Astoria who was easily cowed into cooperation by her older sister.

The tale they told was simple. Death Eaters had attacked the final task, as well the Ministry offices to take out the Aurors. The Dark Lord himself had appeared, and had been slain by Harry. Afterwards Harry went to Azkaban and slaughtered all those present, his intention being to deny the Dark any more supporters. The Death Eaters had been disguised as onlookers and reporters during their attack, hiding amongst the crowd. Had it not been for the Dark Mark they cast over Hogwarts, and for Lord Voldemort's presence, they could have easily passed as a mysterious unknown group.

During this meeting, their parents certainly noted the oddities present in their daughter's attitudes. Daphne was focused, calm, direct, and her tone carried an authoritative edge to it. Tracey meanwhile was surprisingly lackadaisical. Her parents had been worried given her trauma surrounding death that she'd be in a terrible state after witnessing the attack, but she seemed completely unbothered by it.

Having her appear as her normal self, despite witnessing arguably the most brutal massacre in recent magical history was a bit unnerving.

Still, Daphne's explanation, and her subsequent instructions made sense to them. It was time for their faction to make it's move and use this opportunity to seize power and steer the country back on track.

They went for it, Daphne even got them to agree to the need for them to vanish alongside Harry. Because of all the stories coming out, both good and bad, both sides would be gunning for him, so it was better if he vanished, and that included his wives.

They weren't happy about it, but again, Daphne's explanation made so much sense to them, that they couldn't refute it.

Once things had been set in motion, Harry took his family across the channel, where he was introduced to Fleur's and Gabrielle's parents.

Apoline Delacour was a mirror image of her daughters. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, stunning figure, almost the same features as well. Their father though, Jean Delacour was a frightening man to behold. He was shorter than his wife at around five foot nine inches, yet he was built like a strongman. Heavy muscles, a wide chest, a dark brown beard and mustache, and short cut, trimmed hair. He had deep blue eyes, that carried a menace to them. He certainly did not give the impression of a wizard.

Meeting him for the first time was rather intense, especially since it involved the girls revealing that the boy they'd both started seeing was actually the same boy. And also that he was the one that Fleur had been bonded too through the mysterious slave brand.

Fleur explained to them that it had happened as a result of the experiments performed on him, which had caused his mutations, and that they had no idea why it had happened to her, but it had happened to others as well.

She even swore to them that Harry himself had openly sworn a magical oath before his newly acquired in-laws that he had no part to play in the brands placing, or in whom they were placed upon. He was as wrapped up in this as they were, as evident by his obvious mutations and deformities.

They also had to explain the circumstances surrounding the attack on Hogwarts, feeding the same lie that Daphne had to her parents.

Much to Harry's surprise, the Delacours seemed more accepting of all of this, then he'd first considered. Apoline cared only for her daughters' well being and if they'd both chosen this man, and accepted him, than she was fine with it.

Jean on the other hand, agreed with his wife but took a moment to pull Harry aside to make sure that he understood in spite of the circumstances, he was not happy about this, and intended to find the answer as to why this had happened to them. Harry offered his support and hoped that he did, as Harry wondered that too. He then went through the typical dad spiel, threatening castration and further bodily harm if anything happened to his daughters.

Harry did not shy away from his threat, or even simply take it on the chin, instead he swore that he'd always look after them, and take care of them both, and with his permission, he'd like to marry them. This took the Delacour Patriarch by surprise, and he could not find words for several long moments.

Harry took his silence as a sign to continue, telling him that he understood that the Veela bond was permanent. Once they were fully bonded to him there was no one else they'd ever want or pursue. He saw no reason not to marry them, and make Fleur and Gabrielle his wives alongside Daphne and Tracey.

He knew it couldn't be done under regular law, but Fleur had assured him that they could be married by Veela magic, as polygamy was perfectly acceptable in their society.

Though it didn't immediately earn him Jean's approval, it did elevate him significantly in the man's eyes. It was, in fact Harry's intention to marry both Luna and Olivia through Veela ceremony as well, since not only were the Veela alright with polygamy but incest was fine as well. Though the later ceremony would be kept secret from the knowledge of most others, save for those in his family. Still, Harry had very little desire to return to any semblance of life resembling that of Harry Potter's so he saw no reason to pretend or to follow any sort of social norms.

While living at the Delacour house, he helped Olivia stalk the countryside for people to kill, once killed, Harry would have Tracey revive them, turning them into C-Virus zombies. He would then take these zombies and store them in the Potter Vault at Gringotts, using his phase shifting ability.

He also took the time during these intervening months to use his right of conquest to lay claim to large swaths of magical Britain's assets, in essence, he had a long talk with his account manager and simply told him to lay claim to any assets that could no be contested by still living people. He didn't want to draw attention to his acquisition of these assets, so any that he could technically lay some claim towards, despite their still being living heirs, he wanted them to ignore, so as to avoid alerting anyone to what he'd done.

Given the nature of the Plaga parasites, he also now had access to numerous vaults and assets held by his newly acquired slaves. The looks he got from the goblins of Gringotts was certainly quite telling. The list of assets he now had access to told a story, one that they could easily read. Still, it wasn't their business, the politics of magicals, they chose to stay out of it.

He was, without a doubt, the richest wizard in all of Europe.

Life in the Delacour house was exciting to say the least, especially the sex. Fleur and Gabrielle took every opportunity under the sun to fuck him on every piece of furniture and in every room in the house. Though at first it seemed like they were trying to be discreet and hide their actions from their parents, Harry quickly caught that they were in fact emulating them. Both girls made a habit out of loudly announcing themselves as they traveled about, calling out to their parents if they needed them, or even if they didn't, this was done to prevent them walking in on their parents in the middle of having sex. He'd seen it a few times, walking into the kitchen to find the two preparing dinner, but he could tell from their mother's flushed face, and the glances she kept throwing towards her husband that something had been happening mere moments earlier.

Sex was simply treated as a something that happened, it wasn't a taboo, nudity wasn't something to be ashamed of, and while they didn't openly watch each other in the act, it wasn't a mystery that it was happening. They tried to keep out of each other's way, but it wasn't the end of the world if they caught each other shagging.

Of course it quickly became apparent to Harry that the girls shared practically everything with their mother. The knowing looks Apolline would throw their way whenever Harry exited a room with one of his ladies was enough to make Harry blush even if nothing had happened. He made the mistake of allowing his lovers to catch sight of his embarrassment because after that point they all basically took turns trying to make him blush. They'd sacrifice actually joining in on having sex with him, just to wait outside the room for him and his current partner or partners to depart and make a loud showing of questioning what they were up to. The ladies were all in on it, well all save for Luna, she was the only good one, the rest of them just loved to rile him up. It was good fun, even if Harry was the butt of the joke.

His time at the Delacour house was refreshing, and his marriages to his lovers though quiet affairs had deep meaning, and bonded them to him as his partners from now until the end of their days. During that time he worked on helping Bethany and Jackson overcome the trauma they experienced from watching Sirius die.

The two had been with him that day, and the last thing they remembered hearing from his was his shout for them to run as the Dementor closed in on them. Both were left in shock, and weren't without their long-lasting scars. The experience had rendered Bethany nearly mute, she almost never spoke a word anymore. Unable to find her voice. She had nightmares constantly, and though she sought comfort from her sister, she found none in Olivia. The presence of the Daemon did nothing to assuage her feelings of hopelessness or pain, instead she found it in Harry, who's comfort was far more welcoming, and it actually made her feel better. Though shy around him at first, she began to develop a strong bond to her older half-brother, one that Harry carefully nurtured to try and help her regain her confidence and strength. Jackson meanwhile was left bitter and angry. He held the loss of Sirius in the same vein as the loss of his own mother and father. He felt helpless and weak, and it made him angry. Olivia exacerbated those feelings, driving the boy to want to become strong like she was. See her training, learning to fight with weapons, made him approach her to ask to learn how to fight as well. He wanted to protect those loved ones he still had, and it ignited a fire in his belly to make it so and spur him onward.

Olivia took to teaching him, training him in the use of the sword. Though still a child, he took to the lessons with gusto in order to become stronger.

In that time, he also worked on his relationship with Hermione. This largely manifested through their lessons on unlocking and controlling her innate psychic ability. It was obvious to him though that Hermione's was interested in far more than friendship. The excuse of it being summer time and warmer outside allowed her to wear more revealing clothing, though Harry suspected she wasn't the one to come up with the idea and that one of his wives was slipping her tips.

He was unsure which one that was. He had noticed though the flushed looks on Hermione's face when he'd leave a room after having a quickie with one of his wives. She'd be unable to meet his eyes, and he could tell she knew what they'd been doing but he also suspected that she'd spied on them doing it. He had noticed on one occasion, when he'd spotted her tucked into a book trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, that her jean shorts were unbuttoned.

He didn't mind. Ultimately he thought she was good looking, so all he needed was that connection. If there was a chance to be something more than friends, he have no reason not to accept it, so that's what he waited on. First they had to be able to see one another as friends again, once they could, then they could try going further.

While things continued going well for Harry and his lovers, things were not going so well for Draco Malfoy. Malfoy himself was kept bound and gagged in Fleur's room, hidden from her parents, in a secret room in her closet. Harry used his magic to extend the interior of the closet, so now there was an actual room hidden behind the clothes where Draco was kept. Every night, since he was first gifted to her, she would torment him. Often times forcing him to watch as Harry had sex with is wives. If she wasn't Harry's current chosen partner, she'd stalk over to where Draco lay and make sure he was watching, and when he grew erect from the sight, she'd begin punishing him. Raking his body with her nails, or biting him, her saliva increasing the sensitivity of the area. Her goal was to break him mentally as well as physically. So at first it was pain, punishing him for his lust, but also encouraging it, the howls she got from him the first night her hand snaked around his cock was almost musical.

While Malfoy hadn't been blessed with an abundance of brains or enough sense to not piss Harry off on a repeated basis, he had been gifted with noteworthy sexual stamina, and a sizable member. He remained hard after he came, which was a point to him from Fleur's perspective. While she tormented him, she kept his virginity intact, she never penetrated him, or allowed him to penetrate her.

When his focus fell on Harry, she would encourage him, jerking or sucking him off, fingering his ass to increase the pleasure. She intended for Malfoy to become consumed with wanting and pleasing Harry, and so when his focus fell onto her beloved master and eventual husband, she encouraged and rewarded him. When he lusted for her, or any of the other girls, she punished him, brutally so in some occasions.

Enough time had passed, that even the mere sight of Harry would cause Draco to grow erect, and Harry began to take notice, sending his often naked captive appraising looks. Seeing that glimmer of lust beginning to grow in Harry's eye terrified the hell out of Draco.

He felt shame at his growing lust and attraction towards Harry. At first rationalizing it as the Veela's manipulations, but eventually forming rationalizations of his own, like the fact that Harry was handsome, though even that eventually began to shape into specifics, like the intensity of his eyes, the muscles of his body, his massive penis. All of these acknowledgments brought shame to Draco, as he contended with the realization that he'd always been a bit bisexual.

He'd watch Harry have sex with his wives, and wish that were him. At some point he stopped and realized that he didn't know which position he was actually fantasizing being in. At first he was adamant with himself that he wanted to be in Harry's position fucking all of those beautiful girls, but at one point while Fleur fingered his butt and stroked his cock while he was on his hands and knees watching Harry plow into Daphne that he started envisioning that he was the one getting plowed.

He hated himself for wanting these things, even as Fleur continued to encourage them.

One day, seemingly without warning, he was wracked by terrible pain as Fleur went down on him, her head bouncing up and down along his shaft. The pain came from his hips, where her hands pressed against the flesh. The pain went deep, down to the bones, it was difficult to describe just how it felt but it was radiant. Were it not for her skillful mouth drowning him in pleasure he'd be crying out in the pain.

The mixture of the two eventually brought him to a painful orgasm.

For hours afterwards, he had this deep pain in his hips, but he couldn't quite grasp what had caused it.

The following night he was again a victim of Fleur's, this time she ran her body along his member, kissing at his stomach and chest, her hand found purchase on his breasts, where she pulled and groped at his nipples.

Again he felt that same deep pain, it didn't go down to the bone this time, but his breasts began to hurt, and the sensitivity of his nipples increased. The same thing happened when she moved her attention to his butt, that same kind of deep muscle pain. By the end of the night, his butt was sore, and his nipples were swollen and puffy. They almost looked like Luna's now, since she had no breasts to really speak of, not that Harry seemed to care.

The third night, Fleur was once again on him, one hand jerking him off while she kissed at his neck and held it with the other.

Again the pain came back, it was that same deep pain, and as he gasped and cried out in pain, his voice got higher and lighter. He wasn't allowed to talk much, as Fleur cared nothing for his pleading or begging, the only words she wanted to hear from him were answers to her questions, or for him to call her mistress.

He didn't notice it at first, as when she asked him if that had felt good, and he responded with a 'yes mistress' his voice came out a bit ragged, like speaking with a soar throat. He didn't sound like himself but he just attributed it to whatever she'd done to him.

Fleur simply gifted him a musical giggle and began to kiss him, her hands came up to his face, and the pain came rushing back, this time more intense as it felt like it permeated his whole skull.

He could do nothing but scream and shout, only barely registering the loud cracking of bones, as Fleur continued to kiss and bite at his lips.

By the end, he was half conscious. He was again, barely able to register when she rewarded him with a blowjob.

He awoke the following day on his bed, still naked from the night before. He felt shaky, and sick, but he did as he had for the last few months and trudged to the bathroom to bathe and prepare for the next night. He noticed while cleaning off that his breasts were starting to sag, he had to wonder as he poked at the soft flesh if he was getting fat. He doubted it since he was fed only regular meals, and his belly was still flat.

He wasn't sure, but it ultimately didn't matter. As much as he hated it, this was his life now, and eventually, one day, he'd find himself beneath Harry, his ass being pounded by that massive member while he screamed in ecstasy.

He shuddered at the thought, and much to his disgust it was a shudder of pleasure and growing desire. He hated himself for feeling these things, but he couldn't help himself. Night eventually fell and his door opened, he stood, awaiting the summons from his mistress where she would bring him out to have him watch Harry and the others while she tormented him. She entered, looking ravishing, her monstrous features on full display, causing Draco's stomach to drop. Her hair was messy and white streams of semen coated her chin. His eyes instinctively fell to her crotch where thick white globs dripped down her legs, revealing that she'd been freshly fucked.

"Today is ze day we finish your preparations. I have a present for you." Fleur said as she crossed the distance towards him.

He couldn't help but picture himself piercing her folds, followed by her piercing him with her own cock, both images warred in his mind, making him painfully erect.

The only clothes he wore was a bathrobe, which she pulled at the drawstring holding it closed and allowed it to drop to the ground, she then pushed Draco onto the bed, she gifted him a lovely smile, before mounting his face. His heart-rate quickened as she brought her pussy to his lips and laid across his body, taking his cock into her hands.

"Your master gave me a gift, which I now happily give to you. Feast my precious little servant, drink down our love." She ordered.

Draco hesitantly did as commanded. He had no idea how to go down on a girl, so he was left with trying to mimic what he'd seen Harry do, kissing at her snatch, licking at it, eventually pulling it into a lustful kiss. The mixture of their two fluids was an odd yet enticing taste, that Draco couldn't quite tell if he found pleasant or not. The idea of eating Harry's cum out of Fleur's freshly fucked cunt turned his stomach but also made his desires run rampant.

He was encouraged along as her mouth descended on his cock, taking it deep into her throat, causing him to moan in a voice that he hardly recognized as his own. It was so much lighter, more feminine, he registered the strangeness but was lost in the activity and the pleasure and couldn't dwell on it.

He was lost in the pleasure as he felt himself building to release. He began to moan out in pleasure as he reached his tipping point, the first waves of orgasm beginning to strike him when suddenly a world-shattering pain ripped through him.

It was a pain centered around his crotch, like fire and lightning dancing through his balls and pelvis.

He was screaming now, screaming in agony, as heard a musical laugh flow from Fleur's mouth, her fingers dancing into the hole torn in his scrotum.

Just as she been doing for the last several days, she allowed her own twisted magic to flow from her fingertips into his body, twisting and changing him as she molded his body like it was a made of clay.

Flesh molding to her will, it was so easy, so simple. She finished her work as Draco continued to scream, rising up she left him with a kiss before departing the room, leaving him there to rest.

The following morning, Malfoy awoke, as if from a nightmare, covered in icy sweat, the echoes of pain still reverberating through his body.

His head was rested on soft flesh, he could feel the gentle trailing of nails pass along his skin, along his arm, then across his chest, over his ribs and across his sternum.

A cold shudder passed through him, and slowly he opened his eyes. His gaze focused on the heavenly sight of his mistress. Naked and beautiful, a literal glow of magnificence and beauty around her. One of her feathery wings was extended across his side, covering him and filling him with warmth. The room was dark, no light other than the dim strands that poked in through the rack of clothes covering the entrance to his dwelling.

"So beautiful." She hummed when their eyes met.

Draco felt himself blush. Despite knowing the position he was in, he couldn't bring himself to retreat from her. She was just too lovely, too perfect. About the only person he wanted more than her, was Harry, and that was partly due to her manipulations. He felt his loins stir as he took in her naked beauty.

He felt himself grow erect, and a heat began to spread between his legs.

Suddenly he shot up, the memory of the previous night lancing into his brain with almost physical force. His eyes fell to his groin, he maneuvered his partly erect member and felt at his balls, only to find them missing. In their place, soft skin, and small flaps, surrounding an opening.

The familiarity he felt from the texture caused his gut to sink as he began to grasp just what he was feeling.

His fingers trailed along the opening causing a shudder to pass through him, at the front of the opening, he felt a stronger sensation of pleasure as his fingers passed over a small nub.

"Barely awake for more zen a minute and already playing wiz yourself. Dirty little pervert." Fleur said to him. He lifted his gaze to her, horror dawning on him.

"What did you do to me?" He asked her, his voice not sounding like his own. It was softer, more feminine he realized. The hoarse nature fading away as he healed from whatever it was she'd done to him the previous nights.

"I made you perfect. Harry did say your only use was as a sex toy, but he did not need one since he had us and did not want to waste energy on you if zat was all you had to offer. I have made some improvements so that your uses have increased. Wiz ze body of a girl, you can give him children. Human children. We cannot give him human children, due to what we are. Zere is also ze benefit of what you may provide once you are fully devoted to him. I have taken you as my slave, and you will serve me by giving yourself completely to my beloved Harry. He will take zis body I have made for him, and he will deflower it. He will not be your only lover, but he will be ze one you will always crave." Fleur said to him, moving forward and placing a hand upon Draco's chest, groping at the small breasts growing there.

Draco blinked, finding it hard to believe this was happening to him. Fleur grinned and in a motion rose to her feet, and stepped across the room, using her magic she transfigured a stool into a standing mirror and gestured Draco over to her side.

Cautiously, he did so, slowly crossing the room, his fear and worry growing with each step until finally he laid eyes on himself, seeing his face and body for the first time in months.

He left out a gasp as his mouth fell open. Gone was the boy he once recognized. In his place stood a girl. Pale as he'd always been, with the same pale-blonde hair. He sported a more hourglass shape, his waist more narrow now, his hips rounder. Small breasts were beginning to grow upon his chest, and a visible pussy was present between his legs. He still sported his manhood, that and his fit body-type being about the only things left of his masculinity.

Much to his horror, he found that he was beautiful. His eyes fell onto his face, it was softer, more like a girl. He still seemed like himself, but just a girl now.

"Come now, it is time we reached the climax of this little project of mine." Fleur growled into his ear. She took him by the manhood and pulled him along out of the room, and into Fleur's bedroom. On the bed, Harry sat with Tracey gently rising and falling on his member, the two locked in an embrace, kissing as they made love.

He smiled at Tracey lovingly, the two holding each other's gaze, his emerald eye flickered to Fleur, a predatory glint manifesting in it. Fleur stared back with a tantalizing smirk, as she guided Draco to her side, showing off her creation. Harry tilted his head, observing the features of her slave.

"My gift to you." Fleur offered, drawing the attention of Tracey and the rest of the ladies in the room.

Tracey glanced back at them, her eyes flickering up and down Draco's naked body as a playful perverse smirk spread across her face.

Harry gave her a pat on the butt, causing her to giggle, she rose to her feet, his member sliding out of her as she did, allowing much of their mixed juices to begin draining from her cunt. He stared up at her for moment, admiring her beauty and placing several small kisses along her thighs and pussy. She then stepped aside, dropping to lay next to Daphne, joining her in observing as Harry moved across the bed and rose to his feet to approach Draco.

Draco couldn't help but tremble as Harry towered over him. Where once he stood taller than the Boy-Who-Lived, no Harry seemed to hover over him by several inches. His body was far more muscular than one would expect given his age.

"Beautiful, isn't she. Come the day, she will give you many babies. I made sure the hips were just right." Fleur said to Harry, passing behind Draco, a hand passing sensually over his hips and across his butt. He shuddered in fear and anticipation, his eyes falling to Harry's massive member, still slick from Tracey's depths.

"She wants it, Harry." Fleur whispered as she passed by him.

Harry smirked, as he locked eyes with Draco.

"I know she does, and she shall have it." Harry replied with a predatory smirk.

The next thing Draco knew, he was on his belly biting into the bed sheets as his newly acquired vaginal virginity was taken.

To his horror, after months of teasing, and torment, finally being on the receiving end of Harry's attention was ravishing. As defiled as he felt, Draco couldn't hide how much he enjoyed it. His moans and gasps flooded the air as Harry fucked him.

Much to his surprise, Harry didn't shy away from anything in regards to sex. By the end he'd claimed all three of Draco's holes, and even ridden his cock to orgasm. He also gave him a blowjob, and ate him out. Draco got to experience the pleasure of being a woman, and also the pleasure of fucking one, as after Harry had claimed him completely, Fleur mounted him and he got to experience the otherworldly, mind-breaking pleasure of a Daemonette of Slaanesh

It was nearly noon when they were finally done with him. He lay there, shaking and mentally drained, having cum well over a dozen times. His body ached from the assault, his mind in shambles from the intensity. His last half-dozen orgasms were practically dry fires as he was completely spent.

He felt Harry lay by his side and gently trace his breasts, his clawed blue-scaled finger trailing through the thick coating of semen left over from Fleur's orgasms as she repeatedly painted his chest while riding him.

He continued to playfully trace at his chest for several long moments before reaching up and taking hold of Draco's chin turning him to face Harry, their eyes meeting. His hand fell back down and Draco felt a stinging pain, that was far more intense than one would expect. He cried out, but was far too exhausted to put up much of a struggle. The pain was in the center of his chest, above his breasts, Harry carved into the flesh with his nail, cutting the symbol for House Black into Draco's skin. The pain he felt was amplified by Fleur's semen coating the skin, and mixing into the wound as it began to bleed.

"You're mine now. Your body, your soul, your loyalty, all belong to me. Say the words." Harry growled into Draco's ear.

Draco whimpered as Harry finished carving the mark.

"Say it." Harry spoke firmly, reaching up to take Draco's face, pulling him into a violent and lustful kiss.

They separated, and Draco whimpered again.

"I-I I am yours… in mind body and soul. I am yours." Draco uttered, defeat and humiliation a hollow echo in his voice.

Harry smiled, the mark upon Draco's chest glowing dimly, a sign that on some level, even if a part of him fought against it, he still meant the words.

"You are now my slave. Mine in full. You are no longer Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy is dead. From now on, your name will be… Artemis. Do you like that?" Harry hummed, stroking at her chin with what could only be described as affection.

The newly named Artemis gave a light nod, as tears fell from her eyes. Harry smiled, placing a kiss upon her forehead, he rose to his feet.

"Come, lets see you to a bath, and we can begin our day." Harry offered, almost respectfully, though the newly born slave, couldn't help but wither in his presence, feeling lower than any form of life known to this world. Lost and broken, she had nothing left but to follow him. In him there was something. She didn't know what it was, but it was the only thing she could cling to right now.

Harry fucking Potter, her new master.

Artemis of House Malfoy, Slave to Harry Potter-Black, her pain would drift away in the coming days, as she was taught to be a lady by Fleur. Not content with being just a toy, Fleur intended to transform her pet into a sensual lover, one of charm, and whiles that could navigate the halls of high lords, as easily as a princess.

What she had done to Draco was a testing of her powers, an ability that Harry had named as Fleshcraft. It was a power that all of the Daemons possessed, the ability to mold the flesh of mortals into different shapes and forms. While this was a power they technically all had, only two of the four of them, had any real drive to wield it, that being Daphne and Fleur. They could use their warp powers to mold and reshape flesh, even down to its genetic template, though there were limits at the moment. They were currently confined to adjustments that stuck to the DNA of the creature they were working on. For example, Fleur could have shaped Draco however she wanted, but it was still human DNA contained in every drop of blood. She couldn't do things with his body that his DNA didn't support. There was also the issue of stretching those limits. The more she changed him, the more of a mental tax the change accrued, for example changing him into a female hermaphrodite was incredibly mentally taxing on him. Something that could have easily broken his mind. It had certainly done some damage, his sense of self had taken a major hit.

Fleshcraft could change ones shape, or even be used to heal the body in some circumstances, but it wasn't without it's limits. Changing DNA or creating things with the body that were alien to it, were incredibly difficult. Changing someone from male to female was easy, since it just involved duplicating the X gene and replacing the Y, Fleur had done so with Draco to ensure that any children he produced with Harry had a better chance of coming out healthy. Another difficulty came in creating tissue. Fleshcraft was like molding clay, in more ways than one, unless you added more clay to mix you were usually limited by the mass of the person they were working with

For Fleur it was also a means of artistic expression, the molding of flesh like clay, almost like a sculptor. She had to contain herself as she changed Draco's body, going only so far as to made it womanly, and allowing time and puberty to do the rest. She could have made Draco into a full grown woman, but that kind of change may have broken his, now her, mind completely. The sex change was traumatizing enough, at least right now, you could say she was Draco's fraternal twin and people would shrug and accept it.

Mass to work with, the skill and knowledge to manipulate the organic matter, and a recognition of the dangers to ones own mind by changing their body too much. A powerful and terrifying ability, displaying just how mundane the materium could be in the hands of those who existed beyond the boundaries of reality.

Artemis' presence around the house was quickly noted by the Delacours but Fleur and Gabrielle explained it away as a new girlfriend of Harry's.

Artemis, for her part, began to quickly fall into her new life, and settle, regardless of how terrifying it was to her. During the day, she would learn from Fleur to be a lady, and at night, got to partake in the rapturous sensations of earthly pleasure.

It wasn't more than a week or two before the semblances of hesitance began to vanish entirely, leaving Artemis as an ever more willing participant in the deviancy of Harry's sorority of lovers

It was shortly after his final wedding which was to Luna when he received word from Anton Wolf, that the Lordsworn had gathered and were ready to begin their expedition.

Though Mr. and Mrs. Delacour were a bit concerned, they could do little to stop their now Son-in-Law from leading his troop on this unknown expedition of theirs. Under the guise of merely taking a break from schooling due to the hell that had befallen Hogwarts the previous year, Harry took them to meet with Anton and the Lordsworn.

He arrived at the estate of Wolf, along with his followers, to meet the Lordsworn for the first time.

He wasted no time in revealing just who he was to them, as upon his arrival at the estate he allowed his aura to bloom to it's fullest, revealing his grandeur and magnificence to them, ensuring that none of the Lordsworn doubted for even a moment, just who and what he was.

There were fifteen members of the organization, ten men, five women, all of an aristocratic nature. Their ages ran the gambit with the oldest being a man in his sixties, and the youngest being a nineteen-year-old woman.

They came from many different walks of life. Japanese, Indian, Egyptian, Libyan, American, Hispanic, German, French, and on and on. They came from all over the world, yet they stood united as members of this ancient and secret society, and they now stood before their living god.

Many of them dropped to their knees at the sight of him, some bowed low, or shed tears. It took many long moments to get everyone composed so they might begin.

Harry greeted them, and learned the name of each and every one, taking the time to memorize their names and faces.

Once introduced, the troop could begin going over it's plans for the expedition. They would first travel to Cairo in Egypt where the sixteenth member of their group was already organizing everything needed for the expedition.

They had hired a team of fifty witches and wizards from various walks of life, people who were either loyal to the Lordsworn, or loyal to a paycheck. The group was careful to vet anyone they invited on this journey due to the need for secrecy, as well as the added need to keep their god safe from harm. Now that he was out and about, they made his safety their utmost priority.

The following day, the group took international Portkeys and used them to get to Egypt, and met up with the sixteenth member, from there they began their journey into the desert.

It took six days of traveling through the sweltering heat for the caravan to reach the location of the entrance to the ancient tomb.

With each passing day, Harry felt his excitement grow. Each step bringing him closer and closer to his answers. His lovers could feel his growing excitement, and it filled them each with a resolve to fulfill his desire and gain these needed answers.

They arrived at the entrance, to find it had been concealed with magic. The Lordsworn opened the way for them, and the caravan was led inside. Several hours passed as the Lordsworn disarmed the almost ridiculous number of traps they'd left behind to guard the way forward, which is about when their hired help began to grasp that this expedition was something far greater than they'd originally imagined.

Once past the initial traps, they made it into a large cavern which held the remnants of an old base-camp. The help was ordered to begin setting up camp, but Harry was eager to proceed onward, his gaze almost immediately fixated on a small passageway on the far side of the cavern that led deeper.

While they waited for Anton to finish instructing everyone on how the camp would be set up, he and Olivia took a moment to instruct their siblings to be mindful and not screw around. They wanted to come along so they could help set up camp. They were left in the care of an older woman, a member of the Lordsworn named Alicia who'd keep a close eye on them. Jackson promised to be good, though Bethany only nodded, still hardly speaking even after so many months.

Once they'd finished with their siblings they returned to Anton, he and several other members of the Lordsworn moved to lead Harry deeper into the tomb.

They passed through the darkness of the cave, guided by magical light. Deeper, and deeper they went, until the tunnel opened up suddenly, and just as suddenly, ended.

A gap, no more than three or four meters wide separated the end of the tunnel, with a sudden sheer wall of metal.

Harry had to stop at it, and place his hand upon the cool metallic surface, his smile growing ever more invigorating as he finally reached the outermost layers of the ancient ship that had ferried him to this world.

Luna stood by his side, mimicking his actions by placing her hands upon the ship itself.

"We're so close now." Harry hummed, his excitement inking into his voice.

"It's so strange. It's almost like returning to the place I was born. My first conscious memories are in the forest in England, and yet, if you're right, if I was here with you and I followed the three brothers out, then this is likely where I was born. Where my consciousness formed." Luna stated, causing Harry to turn away from the hull of the vessel and glance at her.

"Must be strange for you." Harry noted.

"No stranger than it is for you." Luna returned, causing him to smirk. His eyes briefly flickered to Daphne who stood behind Luna, his wife gifting him a smirk of her own. He let out a small noise before taking Luna's hand, and moving to continue in their journey.

The path forward led along the narrow opening between the hull of the ship and the cave wall. It was almost like the cave had formed around the ship itself, or been placed here. According the Anton this opening the led along the hull stretched for fifty or so meters in either direction, and was open for about ten meters or so above them, otherwise the whole of the ship was entombed dozens of meters beneath the earth.

Their path eventually led them to an opening in the ships armor, a twisted, gnarled scar of warped and melted metal indicating a strike was a powerful weapon. The hole was large enough for a grown man to walk upright through, clear through the armor and outer hull of the ship.

Through the hole was a six or seven foot drop to grated metal floors. One by one the troop hopped down. The interior of the vessel was nothing like any of them had mentally prepared for.

Whatever Harry had been expecting, he wasn't ready for the gothic, mechanized, almost factory like interior of the vessel.

This exterior hallway was wide with grated floors. In the darkness below, more floors could be seen. Someone small enough might be able to shimmy down the sides between the edges of the walkways, or even remove some of the floor to go down.

"There are defenses active in the hallway below. No way forward, my lord." One of the Lordsworn noted, as if reading Harry's mind.

"These outer areas of the ship are more like a factory, more industrialized. Endless metal and steel. Cold with only the occasional signs of personality. The further we go, the closer we get to your resting place, the ship begins to transform, filling with life, and intricate designs. Personality and culture from a civilization long since lost." Anton spoke up.

"Truly a work of beauty on the inside. These outer areas though, all purpose, all function. The only thing it all shares in common are the hallways. Built for giants this place was." Another of the Lordsworn spoke up, as he helped Hermione down into the hallway.

"Let's go." Harry instructed with a smirk, his excitement ever growing.

The troop made their way deeper into the ship, the Lordsworn stopping every now and again to show them a miscellaneous side room that held foreign equipment of some kind that they often couldn't make heads or tails of. The doors leading into traps or defenses were marked with red paint. The further they got, the more doors were marked by red paint, indicating that over the years the Lordsworn had fought tooth and nail to try and get further into the ship, but simply couldn't get passed its defenses.

It was a long walk, taking several hours, but just as they had said, the deeper into the ship they went, the more beauty and culture began to appear around them. The appearance of marble pillars, and faded tapestry. Much of the tapestry itself was barren, absent of any insignia or designs, though within a large chamber, they came upon a sight that halted the troop in it's advance. Hung from the ceiling was a great banner of radiant silver and midnight black. Upon the banner, the first indication of true identity that they'd seen.

Upon the center of the banner, etched in silver coloring was a serpent coiled around a golden spear upon a black field. Above the serpent, the roman numerals for two were sewn in silver as well. Beneath it all was an inscription in an unknown language.

Harry stared for many long moments at the great banner, and for the first time today, felt his excitement fade, and a sense of loss begin to creep in.

"Are you alright?" Tracey inquired, when she noticed his face coloring with some unknown emotion. Her question drew the attention of the rest of them.

"I don't know why… but it makes me sad." Harry admitted as he stared up at the banner. It felt to him, like something lost. Like the ruins of something that was once glorious and incredible, now locked away in this deep dark place, never to see the light of day again. It made him sad. Made him feel a sense of longing, and perhaps even pain, like remembering heartbreak.

No memories came, save for those surrounding his own heartbreak and pain in recent times.

The troop stood in silence for many long moments as Harry gazed upon the banner. It took rather considerable effort to tear his gaze away from it. He knew in his heart that it held considerable meaning to him, and he felt a sense of displeasure at not knowing why. He turned to face Anton, locking eyes with the old man, who seemed to be able to read the look upon Harry's face.

No words were shared, as Harry nodded for them to keep going.

They traveled further and further within the titanic vessel. Every hall revealed more marked doors, many of the unexplored due to the fears of traps or defenses, eventually they reached the end of the line. A wide open chamber, with two passages on either side, leading down hallways, that led to stares that dropped down into a lower chamber. The upper chamber had a bank of consoles and a wall of windows that allowed them to look down into the lower chamber.

Below, entombed within a blackened capsule, was their goal. It sat on the far side of the chamber, a dim blue glow emerging from the capsule. Contained within, a figure, obscured by the capsule itself, though it appeared to be human in shape, it was massive though. Towering. Likely able to stand at over ten feet in height. Perhaps taller still.

"So we have reached it, the end of the line. From here we must discern a way forward. Some ideas have been prepared, we'll begin work on them immediately my lord." Anton said to him, drawing Harry's attention away from the lower chamber.

"Before that, there is something I wish to try." Harry expressed, earning a curious look from the old man, and the other Lordsworn.

His lovers watched him curiously as he made his way over to one of the side passages.

"Careful my lord! The defense guns react in a mere instant." One of the Lordsworn warned.

Harry glanced at him, and nodded before reached the edge of the passage. He stood at the doorway, taking note of the several skeletons that lay within the hall and around the door itself. Previous attempts that had all ended in failure.

"You have a plan?" Olivia questioned from beside him, no doubt she intended to pull him back if whatever he was planning looked to fail. He glanced at her, and gaze her a smirk before sticking his Behir arm out into the hall.

In an instant, red light flashed through the hallway, several shots peppering the scales along his arm.

The shots continued to ring out for many long moments, firing ceaselessly until he pulled his arm back.

He ran his eyes along the now blackened scales, but found no signs of damage. Having adapted the scales of the everlasting dragons, armor on his arm was nigh indestructible. The only known weakness was lightning, yet Harry wasn't even sure if that was the case for his scales or not, considering they had bonded to his Behir arm and turned blue, and the Behir was a lightning-based serpent.

The laser weapons guarding the hall did no damage at all to the scales of his arm. He nodded in appraisal before glancing at Olivia.

"Near instant reaction time." She noted, in regards to the laser turret.

"Yep. Also it seems my displacer beast skin doesn't work on machines." Harry noted as he summoned the invisibility cloak. The group watched as he wrapped part of the cloak around his behir arm, causing it to vanish.

"My Lord we've tried invisibility cloaks before, it sees through them." Anton told him.

"Does it? Hmm… well lets see if this is any different." Harry responded before stretching his arm back out into the hallway. To the amazement of everyone, no shots rang out. No lasers fire. Harry kept his invisible arm outstretched for several long moments before pulling it back. He then uncovered his behir arm and extended it once more, shots instantly rang out, so he pulled it back, and recovered it with the cloak and extended it once more. A smirk spread across his face, one mirrored by Olivia as no shots rang out. He pulled his arm back and let out a chuckle, unwrapping the cloak from his arm.

"I don't understand. Why did it work this time?" One of the Lordsworn asked in amazement.

"That is no ordinary Invisibility cloak. It is the first. The shroud hewn from Death's own garment. The Deathly Hallow." Daphne spoke up, causing many of the Lordsworn to gawk in utter amazement.

"I will go in, and disable the turrets. Today we breech the inner sanctum. Today I get my answers." Harry stated his eyes landing on Luna, he offered her a grateful smile.

With that he drew the Black Book and asked it aloud. "How do I disable the security in the chamber ahead?"

Many watched curiously, only his lovers really understanding what he was doing.

Harry saw the answer appear, telling him of a console located against the wall directly beneath the viewing window. The console would require a password, the password itself was a long string of numbers and letters.

Harry blinked at the answer, surprised by just how much information the Changer of Ways had offered to them.

'You desire to see us succeed. This is something you want as well." Harry recognized.

With a smirk, he closed the book and draped himself in the cloak, fully vanishing from sight. The excitement in the room was palpable as many moved to the viewing window to try and see if something would happen.

Harry walked purposefully into the passageway, his eyes coming upon the defensive gun that sat anchored to the ceiling, watching diligently for any signs of life. The final hurdle that had kept their advance at bay for so very long, now finally ready to fall.

Harry passed it, and then down the stairs and into the chamber. From above, only one person could actually follow his movements. Luna's eyes never left him, even though she couldn't actually see him with her human eyes, she knew he was there. He stopped for only a brief moment to glance at the blackened pod but he quickly tore his eyes away before he could truly marvel at the sight, instead turning towards the console that sat below the window.

He approaching it, and began to punch in the code, from the Black Book. It took him a moment as it was over thirty characters long, but at the final code, the screen sprung to life. He couldn't read anything that came across it, but with a bit of trial and error he was able to power down the defense turrets. He heard them retract into the ceiling, all throughout the chamber, and to make doubly sure that the passageway guns were also off he ran back up the stairs to check.

With the guns now disabled he reentered the chamber, and moved towards the pod. He stopped several meters before it, and withdrew his Behir arm from beneath the cloak. He held it up, seeing if any other defenses would trigger. He gave it several long moments before finally allowing himself to believe he'd been successful. He removed the cloak, the moment he did, he heard cheers ring out from this in the above observation room.

He felt himself smirk, but it quickly faded as he laid eyes upon his former self.

Standing at close to twelve feet tall, this man was an utter giant. Aside from his height though, he was remarkably human. Heavily muscled, but with a lean body-type, he had long auburn hair. His features were fair, those of high nobility, and a well trimmed full beard and mustache covered his face. A single noticeable scar was upon his immaculate body, just to the right of the chest plate, a precise penetrative scar, from some sort of wide stabbing blade.

Aside from the scar, he looked to be in remarkable health.

Harry stared up at the man for many long moments. It took some time to pull his eyes away from the body, and instead to the pod itself. He glanced around it, taking note of the tubes feeding into it, no doubt keeping it running. He drew his wand, and raised it.

A bolt of magic leaped from the wand tip, striking the mass of cables and tubes running into the top of the pod. The magic tore through many of them, the lights within the pod flickered, as sparks exploded from above.

Harry watched as the pod began to power down, from behind he could hear his company scrambling into the room.

With another wave of his wand, the glass of the pod exploded away, scattering across the floor.

Harry stepped forward over the broken glass as the towering body began to list forward, now free from whatever stasis kept it contained and preserved all this time.

It fell forward, but Harry caught it, his strength allowing him to take the giant's massive bulk. He lowered the body to the ground and knelt over it. His company slowly approaching, their curiosity and excitement could barely begin to match Harry's own.

He stared down at the body, taking note that it was still alive, though devoid of a soul, it remained immobile, like those who suffered the dementor's kiss.

"Handsome fella." Tracey noted.

"So this is who you were once, but who was he really?" Daphne inquired.

"I'm about to find out." Harry responded.

"How do you intend to do that?" Anton Wolf inquired.

"By taking back what I lost." Harry responded, baring his fangs.

In a lightning fast movement, he bit into the neck of the corpse, and began feeding upon it's blood.

"Vampirism. One of the many 'gifts' forced upon your lord, during McTash's experiments." Daphne told the Lordsworn. She didn't need to explain any further. The desecration of their god's former body turned some stomachs, but the idea that he could regain his lost memories, more than made up for it.

Their excitement grew, as Harry fed on the blood.

Silence permeated the room, the only noise being Harry's feeding.

It was sudden, the moment he stopped, pulling away with a guttural snarl, his hands going to his head.

His demonic wives felt it, his rage. It was monstrous. Like nothing they'd ever felt from him.

He shot to his feet, clutching at his head, snarling and roaring in anger. Many began backing away as the darkness of the Dark Soul began to eek out of him, filling the room with a visible darkness.

"Harry!" Daphne was the first to speak, but soon all of his wives were calling his name, trying to return his focus.

They could feel his anger grow, whatever he had learned, whatever he had pulled from that body had filled him with such an indescribable rage. Hot tears could be see streaming down his face, as he continued to snarl. He dropped to his knees and let out a scream of rage before slamming his fists into the metal floor.

Blow after blow he reigned down on the steel, screaming in undiluted fury, his eyes now blazing with the powers of the warp, so much so that his right eye could be seen even through the eye-patch he wore, like an orb of orange fire in his eye socket, matching in intensity only by the emerald glow of his left.

"DAMMIT!" He roared with fury. Blow after blow, each strike rattling the very bones of every observer.

"DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! WHY!? WHY DID DO THIS!? WHY!?" He screamed, his blows buckling and warping the floor. He shot to his feet, clawing at his head in fury, before driving a fist into a steel beam, twisting it with his incredible strength.

He was breathing heavily now, his teeth grinding together as he tried desperately to reign in his fury.

He dropped to his knees, slamming his fists into the ground, one final time. His fury bleeding away to wrathful sorrow.

They could all feel his pain, it echoed through the very air, coloring his aura. To the humans, it made them want to weep for his agony, to his demonic lovers, it filled them with an unbridled fury to avenge whatever had brought their beloved to such pain. For Luna, she felt an incredible well of sorrow flood into her. Like an echo of an unknown memory. She could feel his loss, and in her heart she knew she was partly responsible for it. In his minds eye, she saw it, tears fell from her eyes as she crossed the room, and draped herself over him. Wrapping her arms around him, she felt him shudder at her touch, almost like it was foreign to him for a moment.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, knowing that it meant nothing. He wouldn't blame her for it. It was simply what she was. It was her nature to take things. It didn't change the fact that she was sorry for his loss. Sorry for his pain. Sorry that it had to happen, and that it hurt him so much.

She felt his hand come to hers. Felt him sit up, taking in a deep breath as he did, finally regaining his composure.

He was silent for many long moments before something suddenly struck him. Like a realization all at once.

"My sons…" He spoke aloud.

"Harry?" Fleur asked, kneeling by his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He blinked once, then twice, before pulling free of them, crawling over to the body of his past life.

"You built this thing. I will use all that it has… and I will avenge us!" Harry snarled aloud.

He threw his head back, and from his throat, his proboscis erupted, surprising the Lordsworn, Hermione, Artemis, and Gabrielle.

It a sudden arcing motion it pierced into the skull of his past body, and he began drinking in the brain and all that resided inside.

Several long moments passed before he had consumed all of the gray matter. Once his proboscis had retracted he turned his attention to the torso. Drawing a hatchet from the Arsenal he began to carve open the body, pulling out strange, alien organs to begin consuming. He tore chunks out of these organs, one by one, making sure to target the parts he knew were of value. His purpose being to allow the Apotheosis Virus to directly assimilate these specific organs and hopefully grow them within himself, or possibly mutate his own organs to gain their effects. Now armed with his past memories, his desires became cemented. His goal, moving forward, honed into focus.

Revenge. That was the desire. A burning need for revenge, boiling in his heart. This body that he had once inhabited was mighty, it's powers and abilities in many ways surpassing his own current mutated form. With Apotheosis he hoped to gain as many of those abilities and qualities as he could before he discarded this body for good, using what remained of it, for the purpose of restoring his sons.

The troop watched for many long moments, Daphne once more speaking up to help them understand what he was doing and why.

"Within Harry's body is a virus that is designed to mutate and improve him based on the acquisition of foreign DNA. By consumed the body parts of his previous body, I suspect he's attempting to gain access to qualities and traits that it possessed." Daphne surmised.

"I see." Anton spoke, curious, but also unnerved by the sight.

"But what was it he saw in his memories that set him off like that?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know." Daphne responded, glancing over at Luna, who was watching the sight with obvious sorrow. "It involves death, and loss." She noted upon her observation, knowing that would be the only reason Luna would appear so meek and guilty.

Minutes passed before Harry pulled back, he slowly turned around, sitting against the now corpse of his former body. Blood drenched his face and chest, strips of meat dangled from the corner of his mouth, his visible green eye dimply glowed with power. His face displayed exhaustion, a sort of suffering anguish that reflected in his aura, filling his observers with sadness.

Slowly they moved closer to him. Luna crawled over to his side, nestling against him, resting her head on his blood-stained chest. Fleur sat opposite her, gently stroking at his neck and his hair, trying to comfort him, the other stood around him.

Every few moments his face would twist with discomfort, and in the silence of the chamber, a wet squishing noise could be heard emanating from Harry's body, an obvious sign that Apotheosis was working, mutating parts of his body, or possibly growing new organs within him.

"Harry, talk to us. What happened? You regained your memories?" Tracey asked him, kneeling in front of him as she did.

His eye focused on her, and a tired smile spread across his face.

"I remember. I remember everything. I know now… who and what I am. It brings me no comfort. Fills me only with anger." Harry said to her.

"What did you see?" Daphne questioned.

"The truth. I guess I'll summarize it for you." Harry said to them.

"I was one of twenty. Crafted by the Master of Mankind. Gene sons to the Emperor of Man. This world, our Earth, my recreating of the original. Where humans actually come from. Terra. By our accounting it was around thirty thousand years into the future. Major events of this world, happened on that one, and they would have kept happening had I kept dreaming. Anyway. The Emperor was a human being, but far from ordinary. He had aspiration of galactic dominion. He wanted humanity to rule the stars, and so he crafted twenty Gene Sons to aid him in this plan. Each of us was meant to be master statesmen, master strategists and tacticians. Brilliant commanders, unerring leaders. Masters of our craft, each gifted with superhuman abilities. The greatest of all mankind. Each of us was unique. I was the second of these sons. Primarchs we were called. For each of us, he crafted a legion of superhuman warriors known as the Adeptus Astartes. The Space Marines. Superhuman warriors, augmented using enhanced organs born from the specific genes of each unique Primarch." Harry began explaining what he now remembered, laying out the truth of his past for them all to hear.

"My legion, the Silver Serpents, later renamed to Death's Serpents. Even back then, I felt a special connection to Death." Harry hummed with an exhausted chuckle.

"We were meant to conquer the galaxy. He set us to the task of bringing every world in the known galaxy into compliance. One by one, world by world. He was our leader, to many of us, myself included, he was our father. I believed in him, believed in his plans, his goals. I thought he knew best, I thought we were bringing mankind into a new golden age. I thought we were ultimately saving lives by bringing an end to the chaos, by unifying the galaxy, and all the lost human civilizations. I truly believed him. I loved him, to me, he was my father." Harry explained, a sad smile creeping across his face.

"It came without warning. One day, he contacted me, seemingly out of nowhere. We hadn't spoken much over the last year, and I was getting the sense that I may have done something to displease him as he'd been distant with me. He contacted me and ordered that I send most of legion to aid in a campaign against an enemy of ours that he recently reemerged to assail our empire. Most, but now all. He instructed that I bring my most loyal and trusted sons with me to a secret meeting on Terra. He had something planned, something that he needed my help with, but secrecy must be maintained. I sent fourth-fifths of my Legion to go and help in the war. Nearly eighty thousand of my sons, who's fates I can only guess at now. The remaining twenty thousand came with me to Terra. Their fates, I know all too well." Harry spoke, his face beginning to twist as his anger rose once more. The memories, so very fresh in his mind, like it had just happened. It truth, from the perspective of these memories, it actually had.

"Most of my force arrived at the meeting place, nearly eighteen thousand men. We arrived, and were immediately set upon by my brother's Legion. The Space Wolves, led by Leman Russ. I always like Leman, this betrayal… I never could have pictured it. His wolves came out of nowhere. We were outnumber nearly five to one. In space, my ship, this ship was boarded, all aboard were slaughtered. Moments after the attack began, I made my way to Russ. I demanded answers, but he had none to give. I can still see the sorrow on his face. He told me that he was sorry. That it wasn't my fault, but it had to be done. I didn't understand. We fought. My disbelief and heartbreak was soon replaced by rage. I was always good at fighting, though I'd have never wanted to test myself against Russ in a battle to the death. I gained the upper hand though, but the moment I did, the Emperor and his Custodian Guard teleported down to the battlefield. I soon found myself surrounded by the finest warriors ever made, and the Emperor himself. The battle raged on, and with each of my sons that fell, I felt their death burn through me. I cannot put into words the anger that I felt. The Emperor said nothing to me. He did not justify it, nor did he attempt to explain things. He remained unreadable as I met him in battle. Had I any sense, I would have known not to engage the Emperor in combat. We were made from him, and he was a warrior of unparalleled skill, though his greatest power, lay in his mind, and his command of the warp. Our battle was brief. He forced me to my knees after driving his sword into my chest. I kept feeling it, every second of that battle, as my sons died around me, I felt their deaths echo through my very being. I felt something burning up inside of me. Like a raging inferno of energy that kept swelling and growing with each of their agonized deaths. I tore from of the Emperor in a burst of power, knocking the Master of Mankind back. I moved to engage him again, but Leman appeared between us. He charged at me, and felt myself slipping away, almost like I was drowning in a blackness that I cannot describe. I can hardly remember the fight, only how it ended. We charged at each other, but the Emperor appeared between us. Knocking me to the ground, he pinned me in place. With a psychic roar, he commanded his guard and the Wolves to halt their attack. In that roar I felt something I never thought I would fear from him. I felt fear. He was afraid of me. He saw something in me, and he felt what I felt, he felt what was growing within me from the death's of my sons. He felt it, and it terrified him. I know in my heart that was why he did what he did, why he betrayed me, tried to kill me. It was as true then, as it was now. I may have been his creation, but there are some things you cannot control." Harry explained to them all, his anger coloring every word, though in the end, he left it with a rueful chuckle, spifeful almost in his hatred for the Emperor.

"What did he feel Harry? What was growing inside of you?" Tracey questioned.

"He could sense that you were the Master of Death. He could sense Death itself, just like our masters." Daphne realized quickly, causing Harry to smirk.

"I think so. More than that, due to his precognition and future-sight, I think he saw Death through me, and because of that, he saw the death of himself, the Primarchs, his empire, even humanity itself. He saw the end of it all, through me, and sought to eliminate me." Harry agreed with her.

"Why didn't he?" Daphne asked him.

"He felt something terrible was coming. That thing building up inside of me, I think it was Death's awakening. Death gaining consciousness. In that moment, he felt her existence coming into being as each and every one of my sons died around me, each of their deaths, brought this egg closer to hatching, so he called off the attack, and stopped Russ from continuing the fight. He no doubt was terrified of what would happen in it all continued for a few more moments. He placed me on this ship, along with my surviving sons. We were locked away in here, kept in stasis to hopefully postpone Death's awakening. He then cast this ship adrift, sending it into the warp, to be lost in time forever. He no doubt knew that it was too risky to try and kill me, and he didn't want me anywhere near his empire, so the only option left was to cast us out, and pray that we would end up somewhere, and somewhen, so far from his empire that it would cease being his problem. As old as he was, as far ahead as he was planning, he that the expanse of time and the universe was so fast that he could easily get rid of this problem by sending it away. Even if his empire lasted a million years, what is a million years stretched across the infinite expanse of time. By casting us into the warp, a place connected to all times, and all places, we could have ended up billions of years into the past or future, and anywhere in all the universe, we could have even ended up in another universe all together. He knew he couldn't stop it, but he could save his empire from it. So he cast us out. Myself, and what few of my loyal sons who survived the ambush. They are here on this ship. I know it." Harry said to them. Explaining what he suspected to be true.

"Allow me to clarify, my lord. So your creator, the Emperor of Mankind, sensed the death of all he was working towards within you, so he preemptively tried to destroy you, only to halt when he sensed the awakening of Death itself beginning through you. He then banished you and your surviving sons to the void, in the hopes that the problem would no longer be his. Am I getting all of that?" Anton questioned curiously.

"More or less. Eventually Death would manifest, a far quieter thing then anybody could have imagined, but she stayed here, standing watch over my tomb until the Peverell brothers came snooping. She followed them out of this place all the way back to England where the story of the Three Brothers played out. In them, she saw my birth, so she chose to follow them, all throughout the family's history until the day came when my mother played out her plan to revive me. Since then, Death has been my companion in all but flesh, that is until recently, when she joined me in the flesh by possessing the body of a young girl." Harry hummed, his eyes briefly falling to Luna who remained nuzzled against him.

Surprise reflected on the faces of the Lordsworn as Harry revealed Luna's identity to them.

He continued on, even as his new companions took a moment to wrap their minds around this new truth that they'd learned.

"I am the Master of Death. It is a truth linked to my very soul. It was as true then, as it is now. The Emperor saw Death made manifest in me, and sought to try and stop it. In his ignorance of the truth, he failed to understand just what it was to see Death through me. Knowing the man like I do, had he known this was what would have happened, he would have sought to wield Death as a tool against the enemies of our Imperium. He didn't understand though. She, as Death, is a function of existence, and in me he saw the deaths of all things. His betrayal was not born out of malice or hatred, he simply did what he thought he had too to save all that we were fighting for. Were I still that stupid boy I once was, maybe I could accept it. Kill a few, to save everyone. That was always the kind of person he was, and I once admired him for it. His ability to make the hard choices. I admired him. Wanted to be him. I loved him. But he killed my sons. Those men who gave themselves to me, who followed me through thick and thin. I led them for years, knew most of them by name. Nearly a hundred thousand of them, and I knew almost all of them. I don't know what befell the eighty thousand I sent to fight in that pointless war. Most likely dead. At the end of the battle barely more than a few thousand of my sons were left standing. Twenty thousand were there that day, and most of them were slaughtered by my brother and my father. I will never forgive any of them for that! For all that we were, all that we had done, and all that we sacrificed, in the end we were cast aside and destroyed out of fear! I will never forgive any of them! I know in my heart that you are still out there father. I know you yet live, too stubborn to die. I swear upon all that I know to be true… one day… I will stand before you, and I will see all of your fears made manifest! The death you saw in me, I will grant to you and all that you hold dear! For this betrayal… I will burn your Imperium to ash, and any of my so-called brothers who choose to stand with you, will face the same fate!" Harry snarled, darkness eking out of him as his face twisted with a snarl.

His eyes flickered between the demonesses, recognizing their rage, their anger, as a reflection of his own, a burning desire to avenge his pain, but he saw deeper still. In his minds eye he saw the leering, grinning visages of the Dark Powers. He knew in his heart that they had known this all along. Who he was, what he was. It was why they were so eager to claim his soul upon his death. They knew that he was Primarch, they knew that he was far greater than any human could ever be. The only thing they didn't know, was the same truth that confounded even the Emperor of Mankind. The truth about Death. A being that eclipsed even them, in it's magnitude, and stature, for while they represented a great many things, Death was the end of ALL things. Nothing, save for perhaps the creation of all things, could even remotely compare to the scale of such a being. Luna wasn't all powerful, as little more than a fractal of something much greater, but she held a certainty that was immutable as anything could be. It was a truth etched into all of existence. All things would eventually end, and she was that end. She may not have the power to wipe out nations, or end worlds with a thought, but she would be there end no matter what. It didn't matter the tool, or power that accomplished the feat, in the end, all would end, as it was meant to, as a function of her existence. For Harry, if there was any being in all of existence that you could truly call a god, it would be Death.

"Harry… what do you want to do now?" Daphne asked him, kneeling in front of him and locking eyes with him.

He stared back for several long moments, taking in the radiant blue of her sapphire eyes. He began to move, shifting himself to rise to his feet. Luna pulled back, her face and blonde hair stained with the blood of his former body.

He smiled at her, a soft and tender smile to reassure her that he held no ill will for her in regards to any of this. As much as it pained him, it was something decided long before either of them came into being. She had no more idea as to why he was the Master of Death than he did. To her it was simply the truth and because of her unique nature, because he would eventually become the Master of Death, that meant that he always was, even in the form of a Primarch. Those responsible for his pain were not here. His wretched father and his guard, his right hand man, the Sigillite, Leman Russ and his Space Wolves, these were the people who now stood squarely at the top of the list as those marked for death. One day, he would find them. In his heart of hearts, despite thousands of years having passed, he knew they were still out there somewhere, and he'd find them, and avenge his fallen sons.

"I was not the only one sent into exile on this ship. Those sons that survived the massacre on Terra were locked away here as well. I will take command of this ship, I will awaken my sons, and together we will repair this vessel, and escape from this world. My goal, my ultimate ambition now, is revenge. I will claim it, in all its forms. I will build an empire that surpasses all that my father could have dreamed of, and upon the day when I find him, I will lead my empire in war against his Imperium, and will burn it to ash before his eyes! For the lives of my sons, so violently snuffed out, all that he's built, will fall, and from the ashes of his Imperium, I'll build something greater!" Harry snarled in response to her question, finding his resolve, and his desires shaped and solidified in his mind.

Revenge, in all its forms. He would destroy the Emperor, and he would surpass him. He would watch as the light left the his father's eyes, and he would stand taller than the Emperor of Man ever had. Once, he would have happily followed the Emperor to whatever end, because he trusted him, he believed in him. Now though, that belief was shattered, and all the remained was wrath.

His eyes drifted to the Lordsworn, his gaze softening.

"I am sorry." He said to them.

"Sorry, my lord?" Anton Wolf spoke in response, confusion marring his elderly face.

"My powers reshaped this world into the one place burning on my mind. Shaped it into a reflection of the birthplace of humanity. The evolution of this world into a mirror image of Terra was nothing more than a secondary effect of mine own seething hatred for the place where my sons died. I dwelt on it, even in my dreams, and it reshaped this world, and it's history, into a mirror image of that one. I apologize for stealing the fate of your world from you. You, are the descendants of the old kingdoms of humanity that lived upon this world. Whatever this world was meant to be, wherever it was headed, I stole it away. For that, I apologize." Harry offered to them, though he knew they were unlikely to consider it any time soon, he wanted to acknowledge that simple truth. By him being here, the fate of this world was stolen away. It wasn't meant to look like Terra, the events shaped by muggles, largely followed his memory of the history of Terra, at least in broad strokes.

"My Lord… Whatever this world was meant to be before you came to it, we'll never know. I believe I speak for all of us when I say there is not point grieving for what might have been, for we'll never know the truth of it. This is our world now, and we are happy to have it, for what it is worth." Anton said to him, a few of his fellows nodding in agreement.

"I asked you here in the spirit of finding out the truth. Now you know it. Now you know what I am, and why I came here to this world. My path now, leads me to the stars. I'm not sure what will become of this world, all I know for absolute certainty is that one day I will awaken this great slumbering ship, and I will journey to the heavens. There I will bring order to the stars. I will unite every world, every people, of every walk of life under one banner. One day the empire I build will surpass all others. I asked no oaths of you, simply your aid in getting to what we both desired. Now though, now I know the truth. Now I must forge my path forward. Here and now, I ask you, all of you, will you follow me? Will you rise to the stars with me? Will you stand by my side, in this great endeavor?" Harry asked them.

Silence held for a long moment, before Anton knelt. He was the first, but soon the rest knelt as well, swearing their allegiance. The truth changed nothing. Before them stood their god made flesh. They had served in the interest of his awakening for so long, who now could fathom the idea of halting their service now that he had awaken.

Harry stared as they swore their allegiance to him, his eyes briefly flickering to his wives, he saw the growing determination on their faces and knew without a doubt that they were with him.

Turning towards his corpse he drew his wand and placed a stasis charm over it, freezing the dead body in it's current state. He knew he'd need it to help restore his sons.

Now armed with his old memories, he needed only the Invisibility Cloak to avoid the defenses that remained active in the ship. On his own, he traversed all the way to the ancient bridge of the ship, a journey that took nearly half a day, given the massive size of the vessel and the number of doors he had to unlock. He told his followers to return to camp and await him there, while he carried out this journey. He chose to take the long route so he had time to think and go over everything in his mind, despite being able to phase shift to the bridge now that he had memory of being there. He kept himself occupied by planning for the future, as well as wondering if he had evolved any of the unique biological features of the Primarchs from the Apotheosis Virus.

He'd happily take any of them, though he was hopeful for the means to once more utilize his Primarch power. All of the Primarch's were gifted in unique ways. They had special skills, and unique strengths, they were also gifted with special powers. One had wings, one was super fast, one had the ability to innately understand technology, even without having seen it before. His unique skill was all about Biology. Namely that he had always had a mastery, over the flesh.

Due to their unique nature, Primarchs grew and matured faster then humans. By the time he was twenty years old, not only had he successfully conquered his entire planet through war and statecraft in equal measure, but he had become an incredibly accomplished physician and surgeon. He smiled fondly as he took note of how that was something his two lives shared, a fascination with biology, with the body of living things. As a Primarch he always had a gift when he worked with flesh. He also had an eye for technology, specifically the kind that worked with the flesh. Cybernetics was an area of study that came so very easily to him, and if given the time, he likely would have carried out his plan to hand tailor unique cybernetics designed to elevate the Astartes to even greater heights of physical ability.

He chuckled to himself as he recalled his ancient name. Kain, Kain Asclepion. A name reflective of the first murderer, and eldest son of Adam, but also his last name, named after an ancient god of healing in human history, one he now knew was the Greek God of Healing.

Having these memories, he felt complete, for the first time in his life, he felt he understood who he was, what he was. Though the answers didn't bring him an abundance of comfort, knowing the truth, settled his mind, and granted him the understanding to carry on and forge his path ahead. He was a Primarch, he was father of the betrayed, the Master of Death. Kain Asclepion, Harrison Potter Black, both names holding equal meaning to him, and yet, he preferred the latter, as it was a name given to him by a mother that loved him, and wanted the best for him, and not a father who betrayed him out of fear.

Seems in either life he had a great deal of problems with his father. He didn't have the chance to avenge himself against James Potter, but the Emperor was still out there. He knew for certain he was still out there, and one day they'd meet again.

He arrived at the bridge, stopping for a moment as his eyes fell upon the command throne of the ancient and mighty vessel. This was a Gloriana-class Battleship. One of around twenty, each one made specifically for each of the twenty Primarchs. Crafted to exact and unique specifications for them, by the Emperor himself. This ship, measuring at exactly twenty-three kilometers in length, was on the larger end for the class. Named the Fury of Eternity, it was a warship of impeccable magnificence and terrifying, sundering firepower. This ship alone could devastate entire fleets, and lay waste to entire worlds with it's frightening arsenal.

He recalled it fondly, despite his deep seated roots in the biological, even as Kain, he had a love for machines, finding them as creations of wonder and endless possibilities.

It was because of that belief that he held groups like the Tech Adepts of Mars to such a high esteem. The technophile cult of mars, that worshiped the Machine God, and believed that fragments of their god permeated all machines, and that appeasement of that machine spirit was integral to keeping machines functioning well.

Though not a full believer in their teachings, he acknowledged that they obviously had something going on, as their methods helped to keep machines functional even in the most dire of circumstances. And he did always enjoy the idea of the Fury of Eternity being alive in it's own way. Seeing it as an extension of himself, like an ancient warrior might view their horse. Perhaps he had taken that from the Emperor who named his own flagship after the horse of Alexander the Great.

His eyes briefly flickered around the bridge, taking note of the almost Cathedral-like design of the interior. The artistic beauty of the Gothic design so heavily favored by the Imperium. He couldn't deny it's beauty, and it filled him with memories. Sadness etched across his face as he vividly recalled the sounds of his sons and their support staff working throughout the bridge as he sat in contemplation upon the command throne.

He shook his head, dislodging the memory and began ascending the command throne.

He sat in the seat, now much to large for his human body. He chuckled, mirthlessly as he accessed one of the consoles situated within the arms of the throne.

He accessed the ships systems, deactivating the security, and running a diagnostic to see how the vessel was fairing.

He sat quietly, awaiting the report, which revealed the extent of the damage that time had done. He let out a sigh of relief at that. From initial observation it looked like the vessel was mostly intact. A few sections were damaged, and it would need repairs before it was returned to service, but the good news was that it could be repaired. They'd need some help though. He didn't know how many of his sons had survived, and he suspected no more than a handful of tech marines to be amongst them. Repairing the ship entirely would take considerable work, and they couldn't do a lot of it on the ground. Which meant it would need to be done in the sky, which would not be secretive endeavor. The Observers and the population of the Earth would need to be dealt with before they could begin.

With that in mind, he began scanning the ship for life-signs, searching for his surviving sons.

The scan located them within one of the external cargo holds, no doubt the stasis technology used to imprison them was hastily placed on board, and they were forced inside before this ship was shot off into the warp. He wondered just how much technology had been left behind in their haste to get rid of him as fast as possible.

He shook his head and rose to his feet.

Descending the throne he departed from the bridge, sending word to his lovers through his link to them that it was now safe to move through the ship, and that he was on his way to where his sons were being held. He'd inform them when he was finished waking them up.

After leaving the bridge he phase shifted to the cargo hold, drawing upon his ancient memories of this ship to traverse it with ease.

He arrived in the blackness of the hold, most of the cargo that had been kept within had been moved aside or even removed. Within was a sea of metal pods, each one containing a Space Marine inside. He glanced over the wash, easily able to see in the blackness due to his beholder eye. From a quick observation, his chest tightened as he estimated around twenty-five hundred pods present. That meant nearly ninety percent of the force he'd brought with him to Terra that day, had been wiped out.

He felt his heart twist, and a snarl spread across his face. He cursed, and spat the Emperor's name before getting to work.

He walked up and down the rows of pods, looking into the faces of each and every one of his sons. He stopped upon a face he remembered with incredible fondness.

With a wave of his wand, he decoupled the power conduits running to the pod. He watched as it shut down, the Space Marine inside awakening as the pod slid open.

He dropped out of the pod, taking in a deep breath. Harry watched as the enhanced human rose to his full height, standing at around eight feet tall. His body was over-sized, a wide muscled chest, muscular arms and legs. Scars crisscrossed his body, signs of countless battles over many long years. He had jet black hair, and dark brown eyes. A long jagged scar ran from his temple down to his chin.

"Dorian…" Harry spoke with fondness.

"Who are you, child?" The man asked, his eyes scanning the strange boy standing before him.

Harry smiled, his aura, his Primarch aura blooming, causing the Space Marine to blink in surprise, as a familiar feeling of greatness washed over him.

"Who are you?" He asked again.

"You know me, Dorian. My face may be different, but you know me well. I'm happy to see you, Captain." Harry said to him, easily speaking the language of the Imperium, the words coming to him with an almost practiced ease, which he was thankful for.

The Space Marine stared at him for many long moment, suspicion dancing in his gaze.

"It cannot be…" He spoke as a realization came to him, his eyes widening once more in surprise, this time that surprise reached his face as well.

"I am Kane Asclepion, I am the Primarch reborn. What stands before you, is my new body. There is much to explain, captain, but first, we must see to your brothers." Harry said to him. The man's gaze hardened, his eyes briefly flickering to his surroundings, taking note of the nearby pods and his brothers still sleeping within.

"I will place trust in you words, for the moment, but once my brothers are released, I must know what is going on." Dorian spoke.

"I will tell you everything, Captain, but it is a long story, so I'd rather only tell it once. Come, let us see to your brothers, and we will go from there." Harry said to him, earning a nod, the two began their work.

One by one, they moved to nearby pods, awakening the Astartes inside, who joined them in awakening the others. The process took a little under and hour before all two thousand four hundred and eighty six Space Marines were freed from stasis.

"Silence brothers!" Came the call from Captain Dorian, the highest ranked amongst the force, their attention was drawn to him, only to follow his gaze as he glanced over to an elevated catwalk where Harry now stood so that they could all see him.

The first thing they all noticed was the intense aura that he exuded, this aura was familiar to them, it resonated with them, yet none knew why.

"My name is Harry Potter-Black. Though you all will know me better by another name. Kane Asclepion. Son of the Emperor. I have been reborn, my sons." Harry began. He saw the disbelief in them, the shared, questioning looks.

He smirked, and one by one, he focused his gaze onto a member of the assembled mass, and addressed him by name. He knew each of these men. Every single one of them he knew personally. These were amongst the most loyal and trusted members of his legion, some, even members of his own personal retinue, once upon a time. He addressed them, one by one, meeting their gaze, one after the other. By the hundredth name, he saw their disbelief falling away. Twenty more names passed as they began to believe. By one hundred and fifty names, the Legion now believed him. He knew them, he knew each of them by name and face, addressing each with a familiar fondness, as he recalled their time together. Some of these men weren't just his sons, they were his friends, some of them he held close to heart, sharing with them personal secrets, and worries, as they in turn, shared such things with him.

"How has this happened to you, my lord? How have you come to be in this body?" Captain Dorian questioned aloud.

"After the Emperor's betrayal, we were locked in stasis aboard the Fury of Eternity and cast adrift into the warp. His intent was to see us lost forever, removing the threat of my existence. Our ship landed upon this world thousands of years ago three or four, I'm not sure exactly. Since then we have slumbered. In recent years, our ship has been found, buried beneath the sands. The humans who live on this world found my resting place, and came to view me as a deity. They desired to awaken me but could not breach the defenses around my resting place. For years they struggled and failed to make it inside. Eventually, a brilliant group of witches and wizards came up with a plan, if it was not possible to make it inside, then perhaps it was possible to draw me out. A small portion of the people of this world are blessed with a unique power, a magic that is foreign to the powers of the Warp. A magic wholly their own. Distinct in it's nature. They used their power to draw my spirit out of my body, and place it, into the body of an unborn child. I was reborn, and for a time I lived amongst them, as a regular human. Eventually circumstances would lead me to rediscovering who and what I was. Once I made it back to this place, I found my former body, and took back me ancient memories. Once I had them, I moved swiftly to awaken you all, my sons." Harry explained to them all, the crowd taking in his words as he walked them through the events that had led him here.

"And this new body of yours, was it always afflicted with such mutations, or was this more work from these sorcerers?" Came a question from the crowd. His eyes fell upon the voice that had called it forth. Sargent Elias, a man he knew to always be overly direct, never bothering to tiptoe around issues or approach things gently. He smiled fondly, and let out a chuckle.

"No. These mutations were part of a ritual performed on me by an old foe. Before I knew what I was, or had regained any of my memories, I was captured and experimented on. Using their magic, they bonded parts of my body to the various magically attuned creatures present on this planet. Do not fret on my behalf. Those responsible have been dealt with, and I have come to embrace these gifts, forced upon, as I have this very body. The way I see, we were raised on the Emperor's beliefs of humanity's purity, but given what he did to us, I am not so inclined to hold true to any of his edicts or beliefs any longer." Harry responded, murmurs of spiteful agreement rose from the crowd, the betrayal of the Emperor and the Space Wolves, fresh in all of their minds.

"Why did he do it, my lord? Why did the Emperor betray us?" Came the question from another marine, this one younger, a fresh face, only recently lifted into the ranks of Harry's most trusted. Again Harry smiled fondly at the sight of him. Felix, young and hopeful. More youth to him then most, yet possessed of great skill and ability.

"I do not know for certain. But I do have a theory. I believe he betrayed us because of what I am." Harry said to them, earning their full attention as they waited for him to explain what that meant.

"In all the universe, in all reality, there is only one truth I know to be absolute, and that is that all things must come to an end. Death is absolute. All that can be, will eventually end. I am different though. I am unique. I am the Master of Death. For all of time, Death has simply been an abstract, a function of the universe, but a time has come where Death itself, has taken consciousness, and I was chosen, to be her Master. As the Master of Death, I am Death's companion. I am her friend, her ally, her colleague, her teacher, her lover, I am what I desire to be to her, and her only want is for me to be what I desire. I was linked to Death long before I was born. It was that link to Death that the Emperor saw in me, and I believe through that link he saw the deaths of all his works. Through me he saw her, and through her he saw the end of all things. The Emperor couldn't possibly have known of Death's coming actualization, yet he felt something great and terrible was coming, and in me, he saw the true fate of all things. Due to his ignorance, and out of fear, he attributed the death he saw, to me, to us, and so he sought to destroy us, before that fate could manifest." Harry explained to them, earning curiosity, disbelief, bewilderment, and cold resentment from his sons as they digested his theory.

"Why spare us then, my lord? Why not finish the job?" Felix questioned what many were wondering.

"As we fought on that battlefield, as you died around me, I felt your deaths, I felt your loss, and I believe that the pain I felt, and the deaths that I was feeling was stirring Death awake, faster than anticipated. I believe the Emperor felt this, felt Death's awakening and it terrified him. He called off the attack before it could manifest before I could be cut down, and he banished us into the void. His hope, no doubt being that we would be lost forever, and if we did manage to escape, it would be in a place, or perhaps even a time far disconnected from our galaxy, and the Imperium. That was his hope, I believe." Harry explained to them.

Whispering and conversations were held, when another question sprang up from the crowd. Again from Felix.

"And has it happened then, my lord, has Death gained it's consciousness, like you said?" He asked, drawing all of their attention back to Harry.

"Yes. Centuries ago, Death gained a consciousness. It stood watch over my slumbering form, in a sort of robotic way. She was conscious, but not yet fully aware. Eventually three wizards would find this ship and make it almost to my resting place. Curious about the disturbance, she followed them out of the ship, trailing them all the way back to their homeland where they used their magic to casually defy their fates, escaping their deaths. This drew a bit of ire from Death, and so she confronted them, but in them, she saw into their futures, and saw my rebirth. Those men were brothers, and the youngest was my ancestor. She saw my birth in them and became fixated on following them awaiting the moment of my birth, forgetting that I was technically already alive and in stasis. She gifted the brothers three treasures, her intent being for those treasures, the Deathly Hallows to eventually find their way to me. Centuries would pass until the ritual to remove me from my stasis, and since then, Death has been my companion. She has watched over me, and followed me from the moment of my conception to the moment she chose to possess the body of a young girl who had recently died, and take physical form. We would eventually meet in person and she had been my friend and companion since that moment, and she will remain as such, for the remainder of my life." Harry smiled fondly as he finished explaining. He knew Luna was listening, and he felt her smile, which in turn made him smile as she felt his fondness for her through their link.

The troop of Space Marines discussed this info for many long moments before Dorian asked the most important question of all.

"What shall we do now, my lord? What path now lies ahead for us?" The Captain asked, his gaze meeting with Harry's as a dark smirk spread across Harry's face.

"Revenge comes in many forms my sons, and I think we shall claim many forms of it. I desire vengeance, for the deaths of your brothers, for the betrayal of all we have given. The Emperor spat upon our loyalty, our belief, he saw something in us, and without hesitance, he cast us aside. Fear led to this betrayal and we it not for greater fear, he would have destroyed us completely. We will avenge your fallen brothers, and we will do it in every way that matters. Upon a day, we will meet the Emperor on the field of battle, and he and all those who follow him will face the judgment of your fallen brothers in the afterlife!" Harry declared, his words earning a mighty cry from the troop in response.

"Much will need to be done for us to reach that goal. Much will need to be accomplished for us to have such power as to challenge the Emperor of Mankind. Many of my brothers will follow him, no matter his crimes. His legions of loyal supporters are more numerous than the stars themselves, and he has had thousands of years to prepare for us. Patience is a weapon, and we shall wield. This world is where it shall begin. Where Death's Serpents shall rise, and we shall birth our own empire. We will carve our path across the stars, and one day, we will find our way back, and turn the Emperor's dreams to ashes." Harry said to them, igniting a fire in their bellies. This assault upon them, the deaths of so many of their brothers, this betrayal would not go unpunished. They would regain their former strength and climb to new heights, never before seen.

As the roars of the Space Marines filled the halls, an oath of vengeance was carved into their hearts. Death's Serpents would rise once more, and the Primarch of the Second Legion would lay claim to all that lay before them.

The past was now known. Their purpose now set. Harry's questions were answered, now the time came, to forge the path ahead.

One day, he would stand before his traitorous father and brother, and all those who sided with them, and he would avenge his fallen sons. One day he would rise to heights that none had ever dreamed before him. A new Emperor would rise, but not an Emperor of Mankind, but an emperor of all.

-To Be Continued-

Alright, here's the next chapter for you guys, hope you all enjoy. Now that Harry's true identity is revealed, we'll get to see his ascension to the stars. The only thing left standing in his way are the Observers. Who are they? And what secrets will his meeting with them unveil? We'll find out next time.