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"-nd then he turned me into this..." Harry motioned to himself. "Whatever I am, before putting me in stasis and killing my child with Faora. After some time we landed on Earth where Zod was fighting with another Kryptonian in Metropolis. Kal-El was probably too angry and high on his first life-threatening fight to even hear my words or maybe he thought I was lying, but I killed Zod in the end only for Kal to throw something at me and Faora. I think it was a transporter of some kind because it was supposed to move us across space. However, due to my actions, it probably sent us either through time or across universes."
"That is awful," Diana said, a frown on her face as she patted his shoulder. "No one deserves to see their lives be uprooted in such a manner."
"Yeah, seems to be the norm for me since I was born."
"Well Harry Potter, I can say with surety that in the time I have been in Man's world, I have not heard a single whisper and neither seen the signs of any woman like you described your paramour as. A Kryptonian wouldn't have been able to hide here without experience and constraint, something Faora seems to lack from your words."
Nodding at her words, they lapsed into a comfortable silence, Harry finding himself fascinated by the historic and ancient artifacts scattered around him on the walls and shelves.
One particular thing caught his eye, making him gasp as he shot forwards towards it, narrowly evading the surprised jab Diana threw with her left hand. His eyes traced over the diadem, the gleaming metal and the thousands of microscopic runes reflecting light in the most dazzling of ways. Except for the rubies instead of sapphires, it was like Ravenclaw's Diadem was back in front of him.
"Harry?" Diana asked as she came forwards and rested her hand on his shoulder. "What is the matter, do you recognize this?"
"Yes, in my original home this had been a priceless artifact that belonged to a witch that was ahead of her time and was said to be frighteningly brilliant, Rowena Ravenclaw. Her diadem, which had the unfortunate fate of being used to store a piece of an evil wizard's soul, was a legendary artifact that had been missing for a thousand years.
That tale in and of itself is its own tragedy as well. However I haven't found a single clue of my society here, so I am quite shocked that this exists, even if the gemstones are wrong."
She traced her finger over the edges of the crimson stones and spoke, "I don't know who this Ravenclaw is, but this here, this is the Diadem of Athena, a relic she created to make one's memory perfect and the mind free of errant distractions once worn."
Harry just looked at her with a small smile, "It's even more alike than I had thought if that's true. That's more or less what our legends of Ravenclaw's Diadem said about it. The only person that might have been able to verify anything about it was the ghost of her daughter and she wasn't exactly talkative. Especially not about her mother or the diadem. Have you used it?"
"What use do I have for such a thing? Only those blessed by the goddess can wear this without repercussions and I brought this here to prevent mortals from suffering the curses upon this artifact. This is soon going to be returned to the vaults of Themiscyra when I next return to the island"
Humming at her answer, Harry reached with his magic to get a feel of the divine creation in front of him only to find not a single drop of magic in the thing. Gobsmacked at the revelation—and in a need to use the thing—he snatched the diadem and put it on his head—causing the amazon beside him to almost scream out her throat in terror—only for nothing to happen at all.
Oh, something happened to him, he could feel the magic in the diadem now that it was in contact with his head. His already spectacular memory became even more detailed and fast, his brain now able to recall the minutest of things from any day of his life if he concentrated upon it. But, there was no horrific curse on the diadem, there was not a single part of him that was turning into a hideous mimicry of an animal, no scales, no hairy legs, and no transfigured nuts. Or lack of said.
'Huh?' He thought.
"Huh?" Diana said, "That should have done something to you, mortals aren't capable of wearing that thing without dying." She reiterated in a troubled voice. Feeling his thoughts accelerate and blur through dozens of theories and explanations over why he wasn't some new kind of disfigured animal-monster hybrid, Harry arrived at a simple conclusion on why he wasn't being affected by the Diadem of Athena.
He simply wasn't considered mortal by the standards the goddess set in the enchantment she laid upon this piece of metal. Either his regeneration was too strong for him to be considered mortal, or his magical power had simply made him ageless or whether it was the Hollows that did so, but it was clear that he was no longer mortal in the most basic sense. Time wasn't going to have any effect on him or at least not for a time long enough to be considered immortal by divine standards.
A snort escaped his mouth before it turned into chuckles. He tried smothering them with his hand but the situation was too fucking hilarious for him to control the mirth and disbelief within him. Soon, he was laughing hard enough that tears were flowing down his cheeks, his face red and his breath coming in gasps as he fell to his knees. Trembling with whatever he was feeling at the moment, Harry was knocked out of his thoughts when Diana touched his shoulder, a concerned expression over her face.
"Are you alright?"
"O-Oh I am alright! It… it's just this is too damn funny for me to not laugh!" He said, finally falling on his ass as a renewed wave of guffaws forced itself out of his mouth, the Diadem falling to the floor due to his head shaking too much. "I cannot believe the events that led to this happening, that's all."
"What do you mean?" Diana asked as she too sat down beside him, her hand snatching up the Diadem and placing it on the shelf with a perfect throw.
"Lord Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle was one of the most powerful wizards on my planet from the day he started his path to become a Dark Lord. He was powerful and charismatic enough to get anything he wanted, but the thing he most coveted was immortality or a better way of saying it would be that he was utterly terrified of death."
He took a breath at that, remembering the memories Dumbledore had shown him and the memories he himself had seen when absorbing Riddle's mind before he continued,
"In his twisted desire to preserve/extend his life, he tore apart his soul and stashed the pieces into highly magical artifacts that acted as tethers to bind his soul to the mortal realm. Additionally, they could also act as the means to restore him to his body should he perish," he said, his brain vividly recalling the scenes from what seemed like another life.
A nightmare brought to life by unicorn's blood, a handsome face twisted into a snarl as a giant snake lunged at him, a bone-white figure getting cloaked as a boy laid dead a few feet away and so many other things which had defined what and who he was much more than he ever had.
"After he had caused his death accidentally when we last clashed, I had assumed him dead finally, only for him to escape once again by binding himself to the last vestiges of his soul's remnant in one of my friend's psyche. Years later he revealed himself and in a single hour slaughtered his way through my friends to beat and break me. However this time I managed to off him for good and in the end, I became what he sought. I became free from the restraints of time and it was only because of Voldemort that it became possible." More laughter bubbled out of him at the situation, his mind flashing back to the moment when he had touched the Elder Wand under the influence of Voldemort and when he had finally snuffed out the irritating and vile sorcerer's remnants.
"That...is dramatically poetic I would say," Diana commented as she shook her head and stood up, making his eyes flick towards her toned and tanned legs before he got himself under control. "It was nice to see that you weren't cursed by the Diadem, however, it is late and I have to prepare a lecture for the class tomorrow…"
Nodding at the insinuation, Harry jumped to his feet and wiped away the tears on his face before he snapped his fingers and changed into a simple shirt-pant combo.
"Princess," he gave her a nod and took a step back. "I hope that we meet under vastly better circumstances next time."
Disapparating from the apartment, he never saw the small smile that appeared on Diana's face at his words.
Hours later, Harry sat underneath the shower, the water cold enough to kill a normal human within moments due to his runes. His eyes were closed, his hair plastered to his forehead and his lips pulled into a tight line as he delved into his mind. Arriving into the mindscape he had created for himself over the years, Harry looked around in the astral plane and snarled mentally at the undamaged and pristine condition of his mind. Earlier when he had felt the greed and desire to have that artifact, he had worried that Riddle's personality was overwhelming his own despite all he had done to flesh out his instincts and thought-processes, leaving behind as much of his original behavior in control as he could manage.
However, standing here in his mind and looking around at the expanse of his consciousness, Harry could not find a single trace of why he had suddenly felt like taking that diadem and never letting it leave his sight. With a single thought, the whole Potter Manor representing his memories and barriers was disintegrated into individual thoughts and memories that made it up. Looking through each astral inch of it, he could not find a single tainted speck that reminded him of his arch-nemesis. With a wave of his hand, everything went back to the way it was, leaving him standing in the dining hall of his ancestral home.
"You are having problems." A voice echoed throughout his mind, making him still for a moment as he felt the being materialize behind him. His magical senses were screaming at him to disappear from the spot, knowing that the entity behind him was so much superior and so vastly outpowered him that it wasn't even possible to guess that gap between them.
"Who are you..." Harry started asking as he turned around, only to trail off when he finally saw the entity who had invaded his mind like it was a public use park. Pale skin just a shade darker than chalk white, a black strapless dress going down till her ankle, covering her curvaceous figure and yet giving a hint of her cleavage and legs. Black lipstick painted her lips, her white teeth barely visible as she smiled with her black, void-like eyes looking at him up and down.
However, contrary to normal expectations, it wasn't her beauty that caused him to be dumbfounded, it was what he saw when he concentrated upon her with his magic.
Graveyards, skeletons, accidents, suicides, murders, apocalypses and many other things became visible to him in that infinitesimal second that he had dared to gaze upon the entity with his magical senses. His whole mindscape pulsed once as he grabbed his head and screamed out in agony that a single fraction of a moment brought him and unknown to him, his eyes bled in the real world too.
"That wasn't very smart Mr. Potter," the entity spoke as she flicked her finger and all of his aches disappeared, making him go still at yet another show of the nigh-infinite power this being had. "I would have thought that with how Albus Dumbledore died and how you almost killed yourself today, you would have learned some caution about using your magic directly on a powerful thing."
Chastised by the truthful words, Harry nodded and stood there quietly, taking peeks at the woman standing before him every now and then, unable to comprehend the reasons for her visit. He was just about to open his mouth and ask her the question when she snapped her finger once and the view around him changed. Instead of the Potter Manor that represented his mindscape, they were standing in the vastness of space, thousands of lightyears away from any star or celestial body if the inky blackness dotted with tiny points of light around him was anything to go by.
"Whu-What the hell?" he finally asked, looking around himself in panic.
"This is not hell," she shook her head. "We are just outside the ever-growing boundary of the Universe you are in. I wanted to talk to you, and this seemed like a good place to do so."
"And what do you want to talk to me about?"
"How you went about absorbing Voldemort's memories the incorrect way, which has made a sort of bipolar condition of your mind. Harry Potter is in control most of the time and he will be, but sometimes Voldemort's personality will clash with yours to create something disastrous when something triggers it."
Stunned didn't even begin to cover what he felt at that moment as once again Voldemort came back to haunt his mind, only this time it was his own fault that this happened.
"RAAHHHHH!" With a scream of rage, a spherical blast of magic spread outwards from his body, the red wisps of pure magic traveled hundreds of miles in a single second until nothing was visible of his rage.
"Ca...can it be prevented, Lady Death?", he gasped out after a few moments, or was it decades?
"How do you come to that conclusion?" she asked in return.
"Please," he gestured to her." Black, black, and more black with all the things I saw when I looked at you with my magic, it isn't that hard to connect the dots and also that fact that I can breathe in space. Though I am confused as to why you deemed my psychological problem important enough for you to interfere in."
A small giggle came out of the woman as she walked forwards, despite there being nothing beneath her feet.
"Yes, I am Death of the Endless. When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave. And you, Harry Potter, have somehow managed to get a portion of my power. A minuscule speck in the grand scheme of things, but you are connected to me nonetheless," she said as she trailed her finger down his cheek, leaving it black and flaked as the necrosis settled in, making him shiver at the coldness. She removed her finger, her black eyes looking up at him through her lashes as he healed up.
"Thus I have decided to help with the split personality you are developing."
"Just like that?" Harry asked skeptically, knowing that such a thing was too good to be true, especially when it was his life in question.
"Of course not," Death shook her head and glided backward. "In return for saving your mind and body, you will owe me a single favor."
"A favor?"
"Yes," she bobbed her head. "I will be able to cash in that anytime I want and you will be obliged to perform it to the best of my expectations."
"Okay," Harry said before he asked. "And suppose I am unable to perform?"
"Your life will be forfeit, and everyone you value will die the most painful of deaths." Came the swift response, causing him to grit his teeth at the situation he found himself in. If he didn't cure himself, then it was a certainty that one day he was going to become a monster of epic proportions at the very wrong time, and considering the amount of power he now had at his fingertips, it was a very bad thing to happen.
On the other hand, if he wasn't able to fulfill the wishes of the entity in front of him, then he was going to die and take down everyone close to him with him. But considering Faora may as well be lost to him the innumerable universe of the Multiverse, the second option wasn't that bad since everyone else was already dead.
With his decision made, Harry looked at the Endless, his face carved from stone as he nodded at her causing her to smile widely, showing off her blindingly perfect smile.
"Brilliant!"
Over the next several months, Harry devoted several hours of his day to living Voldemort's memories instead of just watching and assimilating them in his mindscape as Death had told him to do. His each and every thought, action, emotion, and desire was performed by him as he revisited the memories once again. Only this time, he connected them to his own so that he had a better understanding of who Tom Riddle was...and how he became Voldemort. It made him puke the first time when he remembered the words a Horcrux had once told him.
'There are strange likenesses between us, Harry Potter. Even you must have noticed. Both half-bloods, orphans, raised by Muggles. Probably the only two Parselmouths to come to Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself. We even look something alike.'
It was only now that he understood what Riddle had meant back then. His desires and wants were reflected within Harry's own. While the methods they went about were different, at a fundamental level both had been shaped by their surroundings, both were talented, handsome, more powerful than the rest around them and both had a charisma to gravitate people to themselves.
It was with this understanding that he viewed every moment of Riddle's life and connected his emotions to his own. His pride over his magical abilities was connected to his own over his quidditch capabilities and his excellence in DADA.
Riddle's anger over the world was connected to his own when he was suffering in the fourth and fifth years of his education and so on.
It took him more than twenty months to reach the end of the rope and by then he had suffered through five more episodes like the one he had had in Diana's house. Thankfully, they hadn't been life-threatening for him or anyone around him, but it had made him work harder than ever at completing the remaining memories. But after he had done it, there hadn't been a single instance when he had felt his control slipping to his instincts or desires.
Finally, after months of bearing with it, there wasn't a tug or a pricking sensation in his head that hinted at the incomplete absorption of Voldemort's soul had done to him and he was able to go about his day normally.
"Hey Harry," a voice said. "I'm heading out man! Be sure to lock the shop up!"
Looking up from the orders in front of him, Harry waved back towards Dave, a high-school student who was working at his fast-food joint part-time and was currently on his way to his first date.
Within minutes he was moving all around the small kitchen inside his truck, flipping tortillas, frying vegetables, stirring the toppings as he assembled the orders one by one. Delivering them to their respective tables, he took the money and started cleaning up the counter.
Soon, the customers were done with their food and thus he was able to mop up the tables and chairs before throwing them over the vehicle. He was just about to switch off the lights of the street corner he had taken for his own when he heard a small scream that was cut short abruptly.
Controlling his ears, he increased his sensory reach till he heard everything around him for about ten blocks. His brain easily kept up with all the auditory data and within a second he was able to pinpoint the voice he had heard. Creating a notice-me-not ward around his property with a thought, he bent his knees and jumped up, reaching hundreds of feet of altitude in just a heartbeat.
Using his x-ray vision, he was able to see through buildings and people alike and quickly locate the source of the scream he had heard. It was a woman, blond and middle-aged by the looks of it and she was being manhandled by two men into a moving car. Angling his descent, he landed in front of them when the vehicle started picking up speed.
The asphalt below cracked from the force of his arrival, his sudden appearance causing the car to swerve wildly as the driver jerked the steering to the right in his shock. The car drifted onto the main road and shot forwards immediately, disappearing into the traffic.
Cracking his neck once, Harry started running towards the car, his eyes easily able to keep track of the vehicle despite the distance between them. His apron and pants were replaced by a hoodie and jeans as he ran, his speed increasing with every step and within moments he was running just beside the car.
"Hey, what the fuck?" The driver shouted as he caught sight of him, his eyes widening.
"Shoot the Freak, Pietro!"
"I can't Dan," Pietro replied. "He is running too damn fast for me, 'sides it is taking two of us to keep this lady still!"
"Yeah, we better get good money for this chick!" The third man shouted, causing the woman to thrash around again, her panic growing even more once she caught sight of him. Jumping once to avoid the car in front of him, Harry looked ahead at the sparse traffic before he ran just a little bit faster to arrive in front of the car.
Dan smiled widely and pushed the accelerator to its limits, intent on smearing Harry all over his front bumper and the road when the most impossible thing happened. The man in front of him raised his hand and his Cadillac just stopped in the middle of the road with its back tires raised off the ground, still whirring loudly.
Before he could think of anything else, he and his partners-in-crime were dangling upsides down from the streetlight while the blond woman they had been kidnapping was standing below them, all of them confused and afraid over what had just happened.
A crushing sound caused all of them to look forwards even as screams came from all around them. Dan and his two friends watched with wide eyes as the freak who had assaulted them just clenched his raised fist and like Darth Vader came to life, crushed his beloved Caddy into a metal ball barely a foot in diameter.
As he saw the red eyes of the stranger glare into his own, he pissed himself out of fear. The warmth spread over his pants and chest, a few drops landing on his face too, but instead of disgust, all he felt was a terror at the fact that it could have been him instead of his Cadillac.
Before their eyes, the man just faded away into the night, the cameras all around them shooting the event as the public went wild with fear and awe.
For the first time in his life, Dan was happy to hear the sounds of sirens, his eyes staring at the remains of his Cadillac and the spot from where the demon vanished.
"Mysterious man beats up thugs in Gotham, Is this the same phantom of New York?"
"Huh?" Harry looked from the screen in front of him at the reporter. "Gotham?"
"Yeah man," a boy behind said. "Last night some weirdo dressed as a bat roughed up a few thugs in that cesspool of madness. People are thinking he is the same man who crushed that car all those months ago in front of dozens of cameras."
His brow furrowing in confusion, Harry clicked his tongue and looked at the blurred photograph of the 'Batman' as the figure was now being called on the internet. Taking his money from the counter, Harry was just moving out of the bank when he caught the eyes of someone.
"Harry!" Diana said, her tone surprised. "It is a pleasure to see you once again."
"You too Diana," Harry nodded back with a smile. "How are you?"
"I am great, I just returned from my homeland," she whispered as she came to a stop in front of him.
"The-mmph!"
"Shh! Don't speak of it aloud!" She whisper-shouted, her eyes looking for anyone who might have heard him. After a moment she removed her hand from his mouth and glared at him only for Harry to frown at her.
"I was going to say 'The island'," Harry said. "I am not as stupid as to speak of it once again in public like the last time."
"Oh," she said. "Well I apologize then, I assumed you were once again speaking it clearly"
Harry simply chuckled at that before he looked at something behind her and his eyes narrowed. Diana noticed it turned around to find a van stopped in front of the bank's steps. Five armed men and a woman came out, each of them wearing black masks and holding an automatic rifle, making the public panic and scream before they started running away.
She could only curse herself at the situation she found herself in even as she felt Harry disappear from behind her. While she could easily dispatch these six goons, it would immediately compromise her civilian identity, and considering she was already being pushed inside the bank, now she could only wait for Harry to come and rescue them.
'Great Hera! The humiliation of having to be rescued...good thing my mother and sisters will never hear of this.'
"Get down on your knees," the woman shouted, brandishing her rifle and shooting a couple of rounds into the air. "And bring the cashier and the locker keys in front of me!"
The people inside immediately kneeled on the floor, the parents clapping their hands over the mouths of their children and spouses grabbing each other's hands at the firing. The remaining men took up positions at the corners while one brought a giant bag forwards towards the counter. The terrified cashier started dumping the dollars into the bag by the thousands, while the woman took the locker keys and went downstairs to raid the safes.
"Shut the hell up, pipsqueak!" One of the men shouted as he brought the butt of his rifle down on the head of the young boy, making him shout in pain before he fell unconscious.
The thugs all laughed as the boy's mother ran forwards and dragged her son back, mumbling out apologies and sniffling all the while, making her blood boil in her veins as she glared at the man responsible. However, before anything else could happen, the bank was plunged into total darkness, despite the windows and the door being open and the world outside being visible. Screams and shrieks came from almost every person only for a burst of gunfire from one of the thugs to stop it completely.
"Shut it! Not a sound from anyone or I will spray lead in ya!" the man yelled in the pitch-black surroundings. "Steve! Switch on the lights!"
"On it ma-AAAAAHHH!"
"The fuck is happening?" One of the thugs shouted as a pair of red eyes appeared where Steve had been standing, his scream accompanying a nasty cracking sound as the eyes moved around swiftly, leaving behind a trail of scarlet light in their wake.
Bullets were fired in the newcomer's direction only for further sounds of bones breaking to be heard with pained screams coming four more times as it moved around too fast for them to comprehend and react, a streak of red light the only sign it had even moved.
Within seconds the only sounds to be heard inside the hall were of the men whimpering and groaning in pain as the scarlet eyes disappeared into the darkness. Whispers of devils and ghosts were immediately thrown around only for everything to be silenced once again when sounds of bullets being fired came from the locker rooms, followed by a heavy thump.
The next second the darkness disappeared entirely, revealing the bound and gagged thugs, sitting in the center of the bank, snot, and tears going down each of their faces as they cradled their right hands. The leader of them was also present, only she was left unconscious on the floor. Cheers immediately started up as a palpable wave of relief spread through the dozens of people in the bank and Diana smiled as she felt someone come to stand right behind her.
"Show off," she whispered. "Was it necessary to make your eyes glow?"
"I was angry, it happens sometimes." Was his only response before they started walking out of the bank. Once they emerged out of the doors, Harry turned towards Diana and asked after a few moments of silence.
"Do you want to go for a coffee?"
The dark-haired woman raised an eyebrow before she looked at her watch and a small frown came over her face.
"I am sorry Harry," she apologized as she looked at him. "I have a lecture to give this evening and papers to grade. Perhaps tomorrow evening?"
Sighing slightly, Harry nevertheless gave her a small smile and nodded at her, getting a beaming one from her in return before she walked off to get a cab. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he started walking towards his house, intent on starting up his food truck early today and also earning extra money for the sweet ride he saw in the BMW showroom yesterday.
"FUCK!" Harry shouted as his bike exploded once again. "What will it take to start without blasting for once?"
Completely repairing and reassembling the motorcycle with a wave of his hand, Harry once again raised his finger and started etching runes over it, his Kryptonian physiology easily able to help him in that.
"There goes the rune for flight, then safety, light, protection, durability, and finally energy," he mumbled as he worked over the BMW's surface. "Phew, let's try this again now."
Turning the ignition on, Harry looked at the engine, waiting for the tell-tale shaking and heating up which signified the last five blasts. After a few moments of the engine rumbling on its own, Harry accelerated the bike slightly, the engine revving up in response but giving no sign of failure or explosion.
A wild grin grew over his face and he let out a loud laugh as he snapped his fingers, changing his shorts and vest for his Kryptonian undersuit, which was further covered by a black robe and a hood. Swinging his leg over the seat, Harry admired the matte green finish given over the fuel tank for a moment before he grabbed the handle of the bike. Revving the engine some more, Harry kicked it into gear and moved out of the warded clearing he had been working in.
Within heartbeats he accelerated to 60 mph, the bike easily able to keep up with his tight grip and the sandy ground with the wide assortment of charms and enchantments over it. With his superhuman vision and hearing, it was laughably easy for him to move around the traffic at dangerous speeds once he entered the city proper.
A laugh bubbled out of his chest and he whooped with glee at the rush he got as he wove in and out of the traffic of the Big Apple. Deciding to try one of the things he wanted this bike to achieve, Harry swiftly turned around the corner and dialed up the speed to fifteen before driving straight towards the building in front of him.
It was at the last moment that he pulled a wheelie, hoping with all of his heart that he wouldn't just crash into the concrete in front of him.
The next second his BMW was climbing against gravity without any loss of momentum or a feeling of going against g-forces. With a mad laugh, Harry throttled the bike to its maximum capacity, reaching well past 200 mph.
His hearing easily picked up the sounds of surprise and awe from below, and with a crackle, he touched the golden rune in front of him, and with a soft sound, a cone of fire erupted from the two pipes installed at the back. With the extra boost, he cleared the top floor of the building within moments and backflipped inadvertently for a few moments before he touched another rune, making his ride still in the air.
"Whoo!," He breathed, "that made the Firebolt feel like a Nimbus!"
His eyes alight with excitement and adrenaline, he looked at the stars and clouds above.
"Now let's see how high this baby can go before I have to bail us both out."
With that, he throttled the motorcycle once before he shot upwards, the people below forgetting about the incident as soon as they removed their eyes from him.
It had been about an hour since he had started flying on his bike and by now he had flown over most of the American Airspace, his movements easily concealed by the bevy of enchantments over the vehicle. Tired of the city lights and the clouds, he turned his eyes towards the stars above and started flying perpendicular to the ground, rapidly climbing up through the atmosphere.
The rune for heat and energy flared to life as the frost formed over him and his motorcycle was removed, the ambient temperature dropping even more by the minute. It was around the height of thirty kilometers from the ground that he stopped his ascension, his bike trembling slightly at the exertion he had put it through.
Leaving the accelerator and tapping the rune for flight and levitation, Harry leaned back on the seat and crossed his arms behind his head, his hood slipping off in the process, revealing his windswept and slightly wet hair.
"Ahhh," he groaned as his joints popped after minutes of sitting straight and tight. "That felt wonderful. Best expenditure of my life after that time in Spain."
For the next several minutes he just laid there on his seat and gazed at the heavens above, his eyes easily capable of looking much beyond what a human eye was able to as the BMW slowly drifted through the air. It was thanks to this only that he saw the green and black rocks rocketing towards the planet well before the satellites detected the intrusion.
His eyes grew wide at the size of the meteorites and he immediately sat up before moving forwards slowly to intercept the falling rocks. Within minutes the rocks were on fire as the entry into the atmosphere burned them, reducing their mass heavily with each passing second only a dozen rocks of harmful sizes were remaining by the time he came into position directly below them. Harry shot blasting curses at each of them, to make it look like the rocks disintegrated prematurely on the atmospheric and celestial surveillance.
However, to his surprise, from the second-largest meteorite, a metallic thing fell out. He gasped when he saw it properly and realized what it was, a Kryptonian interstellar travel pod. But as soon as he decided to fly up and slow down the ship, he almost fell off his ride due to a sudden bout of weakness. It wasn't enough to make him bedridden or something, but the feeling of having his superhuman traits go away after years of having them made him feel faint for a few moments before he was able to right himself.
He noticed the differences immediately, his breathing was more labored, his vision and senses were a lot weaker and even his muscles felt like they were made of lead. Before he could ponder anymore on this strange occurrence, his attention was grabbed by a small piece of green rock that flew by his face, instantly making him feel even worse before he recovered.
By now there were only a few kilometers of the distance between the pod and him, and deciding to think about his condition later, he raised his hands. Creating an artificial gravity above the pod while at the same time pushing it away from him depleted his magic at an astonishing rate, making him grit his teeth as he tried to stop the unexpectedly heavy object. With barely half a kilometer left between them, Harry stopped the pod completely and by now he had also recovered somewhat from the effects those strange green rocks had over him.
"That was close," he muttered as he flew close to the stationary pod, its surface still glowing hot from the entry. A part of him longed for the person inside to be Faora, hoping against hope that his love would find a pod somewhere in the cosmos and follow him to Earth. However, his wishes were for naught and a tear involuntarily escaped his eye as he finally saw the crest on the pod.
A stylized character that looked like the letter 'S' inside a diamond-shaped shield.
The ship and Kryptonian inside belonged to the House of El.
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