Welcome one and all to another chapter of The Philosophy of Fear!
In which we have a time skip and Harry finally returns home.
Also, when you get to the Marunweem part of the chapter, start playing Heavy is the Crown by Linkin Park.
On with the show!
Calais Port, Calais, France.
10 AM October 29th 1996.
A teenage boy on the cusp of being a man stood outside the white-painted fence, watching as the cars came driving in and out of the ferry sitting in the port. It was time and the anticipation that was settling in his bones was maddening, like ants crawling across his nerves, trumpets in his bones that rattled them, his muscles burning to move. But he merely lifted his arm and checked the time on his watch before sighing in aggravation, it was still another hour before the ferry to Dover would leave port.
The boy was dressed as any normal kid his age would be dressed. Blue jeans, boots, a black shirt with the phases of the moon on it, and a silver leather jacket. A messenger bag lay at his feet as his wild black hair shifted in the wind, his tan skin made him stand out against the coming and going of the other men and women on the port. His emerald eyes were slitted like cats and hid behind coke bottle glasses as they scanned across the port. A few more scars have been added to his handsome face, one traveling under his chin and up it, only stopping at his bottom lip. Another traveled from the middle of his right cheek before curving upwards and across his ear almost slicing it in two. Compared to the other scars that carved the history of his hunts onto his body like a macabre storybook, these scars were faint and only stood out against his skin.
The cooling winds of autumn carried the smell of the sea over the port, the smell causing the boy to wrinkle his nose at it. The smell reminded him all too well of what awaited him just across the channel- of the monsters his hands were itching to get a hold of and the Monster he wanted to kill the most leading them.
"Leaving without even saying goodbye, how rude of you," a voice says from behind the boy, he sighs as he turns his head to look behind him. Standing in the parking lot of the port was his teacher and commander for the last three months, Makoshi Tomoe. While her words were said to pick at him, her voice was soft and amused more than anything. "I shouldn't be surprised I suppose, you haven't been the most patient of people," the woman says with a smirk as she walks up to him.
The boy scowls as Makoshi stands next to him, the smell of plums and wine wafting over him as she does. He had grown used to the smell over the last few months, it was something that used to raise his metaphorical hackles whenever Makoshi stood next to him. He lets out a calming breath before he speaks, pushing the influence of the Hunt from his mind.
"How did you know I was gonna be here?" He asks Makoshi, the scowl not leaving his face but he was able to keep his voice leveled and calm with the woman.
"Well," Makoshi says, crossing her arms over her chest as she speaks. "You dislike mundane air travel and have an even greater dislike for any magical travel besides a broom. It wasn't hard to puzzle out if you'd take the ferry, Harry" she says with a shrug and a smile.
Harry Potter rolls his eyes at Makoshi's answer. "Let's not forget that any portkey to England will have to be registered between the French and English ministry, something I'd rather avoid at the moment," he admits freely as his eyes sweep over the port once more. "I didn't think saying goodbye was needed seeing that it won't be long till you and the rest of the ICE end up on the islands anyway," he tells her before pushing off the lamp post he was leaning on.
"It's the point of the matter, Harry," Makoshi says with a fond sigh. "Besides I know Shi would have loved to see you off," she says with a smirk.
"More like try to punt me across the channel," Harry mutters with a shake of his head. "Why you think we're fucking is something I'll never understand, you know she's incredibly racist, right?" He asks with a scowl.
"Well, of course. I have to deal with it more than you do, but you two fight like an old married couple; it's rather cute," she admits with a smile before turning to watch the ferry start to pull into the port.
"We've tried to kill each other on three occasions, and if it wasn't for you or Brynhildr stepping in one of us would have succeeded," Harry tells her deadpanned as he turns his head to watch the ferry as well.
"But you both work so well together when fighting the Bull Demon in China, or the group of monsters in greece- how you two flirt is just an extension of that teamwork," Makoshi points out with a grin, knowing she was getting on the boy's nerves.
"You're impossible, you know that, right?" Harry asks as Makoshi begins to laugh at his scowl and glare.
"I'm well aware, Harry," she tells the boy with a grin, watching as the boy shakes his head and walks back over to his bag sitting on the ground before picking it up and slinging it over his shoulder. Her face shifts from one of bright amusement to one of cold command as Harry looks up at her, steel in his eyes.
"Well, is this it, Harry? Will you embark on your path of blood now?" She asks him, her voice solemn and serious as she looks back at the boy with the same steel in her own eyes. Harry lets out one dry chuckle, a small smile curving his lips into a smirk.
"You ask that like I have a choice," He answers back before reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his cloak. "Besides, I've already sent Hedwig off and if I don't show up in Dover; I shudder to think of what she would do to me when she finds me again," he offers, his smirk never fading as he throws the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders. "I'll see you across the channel, Tomoe," Harry says before pulling the hood over his head and vanishing.
Tomoe Makoshi stands at the port, watching the comings and goings of the ships in the harbor for a while after Harry vanishes from her senses only to watch the ferry head to Dover and begin to leave the port.
"Save some for the rest of us, Harry. And good luck," Makoshi whispers to the winds before pushing off the metal fence and turning on her heel, vanishing without a sound.
Grimmauld Place, 6 PM, October 29th.
It was another day and another meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, a meeting of going over reports of the aurors, the rumors of the underworld, and the words of their spy. It was the same as last week, and the week before and before that. Everyone could see the writing on the wall, they could read between the lines, and even the gods now in control of the Ministry could see it.
They were losing the war.
Every step forward that the combined forces of Voldemort and the Formorians took, the gods and the Ministry took one back. The Aurors were ordered to focus on extraction and defense when one of the attacks came, the Hit-Wizards were used to guard critical infrastructure such as the Ministry, St. Mugos, and Hogwarts, while the Order helped facilitate the displacement of Muggleborns and their families who wanted to move out of the country. But with every life they saved it felt as if they lost a battle for they did nothing else. No raids or counter-operations, no standing and fighting, no hunting down the monsters and animals that had started it all.
The atmosphere of the dinning room was dark and oppressive in the wake of more grim news, thirteen more families were missing- presumed dead until otherwise found. But thanks to the spy they had in the ranks of the Death Eaters, the order knew exactly where those families were- in Azkaban. Used for twisted experiments and food for the Formorians that had taken it over with the rest of the prisoners in Conrad's tower. The members of the Order lean on one another at the news, the darkness was creeping in from all corners and nothing seemed to stop the tide.
The gods sat on their thrones doing nothing unless one of the Greater Formorians took the field, then, only one of the gods would appear to chase them off. If it wasn't for Cernunnos appearing in storms and thunder, most in the room would have thought the gods didn't care. The bare minimum they had done was useful but did nothing to stop the tide, only to slow it. Even the newest members of the Order, Fleur Delacour, and Michael Ollamh, didn't know why the Dé Danann were sitting on their hands and seemed just as frustrated as the rest of the Order because of it.
At the head of the table, Albus Dumbledore sighs, removing his half-moon spectacles to rub his eyes- his small plate of biscuits forgotten with his cold tea. He looks up and into the eyes of the rest of the men and women who valiantly stood with him against the darkness to see the same weariness and waning hope in their eyes. His other arm hanging uselessly on his side twitches as pain shoots up his arm like a lance of fire, but he covers it with another sigh before looking at the men and woman around them.
"Perhaps, we should call it a night, ladies and gentlemen. I will go to the Minister's office myself in the morning to petition her to move toward a more offensive mindset," Dumbledore tells them all with a weak smile and tired eyes before standing slowly himself, trying to hide the weakness and weariness he felt in his bones.
Most mutter and agree, standing with Albus and giving half-hearted goodbyes and hopes for better news next week. By the time all the other members clear from Grimmauld Place, only Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Nymphadora Tonks, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, and Fleur Delacour were left. Molly busies herself with clearing the table by hand, stacking dishes and cups on a tray with an anxious scowl on her face. Her husband, Arthur watched her carefully, knowing she only ever cleaned by hand when she was worried and anxious over something. Bill sat next to his fiance, holding hands under the table as he took watched his mother with worried eyes. Fleur was leaning her head onto Bill's shoulder, looking to all the world in a peaceful sleep with a small smile tugging at her lips. Tonks was leaning back in her chair, her lips thin as she scowled at the table angrily with her arms crossed over her chest while Dumbledore and Severus whispered to each other at the other end of the table.
"This is bullshite," Tonks mutters angrily before shoving herself away from the table and standing, causing the few in the room to jump at the auror's heated words. "What use are we if people are getting hurt as we sit around here doing nothing- bloody useless if you ask me," she says aggravated at everything that was happening- and how the Dé Danann were proving useless in the war.
"I understand your frustration, Nymphadora but we-" Dumbledore begins to say as he turns to the irate Metamorphmagus but Dora snaps at her old headmaster with none of her rage leaving her.
"I swear headmaster, if you say "-Have faith in them," I will toss you out on your ass!" Dora all but growls at the elderly man as Snape scowls at her lack of manners. "I've had faith in them, I've been hoping that when the bitch got the Minister's office she would pull everyone's collective heads out of their asses but no! All she's done is ram them deeper while tying our hands behind our backs, as far as I can tell," she tells him with an angry scoff.
"I was going to say, we should be patient, my dear girl. Not all hope is lost, we have saved more lives than the Formorians have taken and we've slowed this war down to a crawl. We have stopped Voldemort from taking over any of true importants and left him with only his normal tactics," Dumbledore explains softly, his age showing in his eyes. "I know that it doesn't feel like we are winning, but stopping his takeover and forcing the ones who follow him into hiding is a victory in itself," he tells her in a pleading voice.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dora asks hotly, her hands slamming down on the dining room table, rattling cups and echoing through the house at the same time a door closes. "We should be pushing for the advantage, to put them on the back foot and start rooting out their safe houses," she argued back.
"And how, pray tell, are we to do that?" Snape's snide voice speaks up softly. "Raiding the houses of all known death eaters is tantamount to suicide, they'll be expecting that foolish girl. Are you so eager to join Black on the other side?" He asks her with a sneer.
"We have curse breakers that can deal with any of the wards, we can get through them easily," Dora shoots back, her hands balling into fists at the mention of Sirius and the wound still left after his passing.
"Yes, but what happens after they fall?" Snape asks joylessly as he raises his brow at his former student. "Think, Miss Tonks. Once the wards fall anyone who are keyed to them will know, and with one press of a wand they would be able to call reinforcements to them, and what do you think those reinforcements will be composed of?" He asks, his lips pulling back in disgust at the answer.
Tonks pauses at the look on Snape's face. "Formorians, they would be Formorians," she says with a sigh- deflating at the obvious answer.
"Exactly," Snape says, drawing out the word as he would do in class as he face goes blank once more. "How many would we lose in the scuffle that would no doubt come after you would breach one of the manor houses? Because I assure you, the Dark Lord sees the monsters as expendable foot soldiers moreso than the Death Eaters themselves," he informs her, his lips pulling downwards as he speaks.
"We stand to gain more by grinding out this war than going on the offensive, my dear. I can not nor would I dare to try and figure out the inner workings of the mind of a goddess," Albus speaks up once more, walking over to where Tonks stood to place his good hand on her shoulder. "But do not lose heart, Young Nymphadora, so long as we deny Voldemort at every turn; we can call it a victory," he tells her softly, trying to lift her spirits even as Dora's head hangs and she glares a hole in the table.
"And what about Harry?" Tonks asks as a pitch silence follows her question. "We haven't heard back from him in months, even after sending him those letters. Do we even know where he is?" She asks as she turns to look at her old headmaster, just to see his eyes, so full of sadness, turn away from her.
"None of Mister Potter's friends have heard from him as well," Dumbledore admits as his hand slides off of Tonks' shoulder. "We just have to wait till we hear from him, he lost much more than just family with the death of Sirius and Atalanta. I would not blame him-" Fleur's head snaps up and turns to the kitchen door as her eyes flash an Orange-Yellow. "-if he wished to…" the headmaster says, as he, Bill, Snape, and Tonks all watch as the half-fae quickly stands before stepping past the Hedge.
All eyes turned to Bill as his fiancé spirited herself away, but the man looked as confused as them before he quickly stood while drawing his wand.
"She wouldn't have done that without reason," Bill informs everyone as the rest draw their wands as a loud crash could be heard coming from the kitchen. Dora, Snape, and Dumbledore move immediately, stacking up beside the door with Dora to its right as Snape takes the left and Dumbledore stands in front of it. Bangs and grunts could be heard past the swinging door before a loud slam shook the house. As if it were a trigger, the door to the kitchen slams open as Albus, Dora, and Snape all squeeze into the doorway with wands raised to find Harry Potter on top of Fleur Delacour.
Half invisible thanks to the cloak hanging off his shoulders and in one hand Harry held his silver hunting knife, raised and poised to strike- his other hand wrapped around Fleur's throat. With one knee he was kneeling on her chest while his other foot was pinning Fleur's wand arm to the floor. But the half-fae was far from helpless as a parrying dagger's point was angled to slice open Harry's stomach. Both Harry's and Fleur's eyes were alight with the Divine and Eldritch powers of their respective bloodlines while neither of them moved.
"Really Fleur? A sneak attack?" Harry asks the half-fae he had pinned to the floor as he relaxes his hand that was wrapped around her throat.
Fleur just smiles viciously up at Harry. "Well, I had to see if you still had some bite, little 'arry," she says as she pushes the point of the blade to dig into the soft flesh of his stomach.
Harry scowls at her before lowering his blade. "I'd give a smart-ass answer, but I'm sure you'd turn it into something dirty," he says, trying to keep the scowl on his face as he stands off of her and offers a hand to the now laughing half-fae.
"You know me too well, 'arry," Fleur says as Harry pulls her to her feet, but before she says anything else- someone else beats her to it as she is shoved aside.
"Oh, Harry!" Molly cries as she pushes her way past the shocked professors and Auror to wrap Harry in a death grip of a hug, one Harry doesn't even try to fight. "Harry, we've been worried sick about you, where have you been? Are you okay, dear?" She asks quickly before pulling back and looking him over for any damage with tears in her eyes. Harry sighs at Molly's overbearing worry for him, but he smiles because he knows that it's genuine and deeply heartfelt from the mother before him.
"No, not really," Harry admits with a sad smile as Molly once more looks worried. "But I'm getting better and-" he hugs her back, squeezing her with all his strength. "-I'm happy to be back Ms. Weasley," he admits as Molly hugs her wayward child back.
Harry Potter, home at last.
It took ten full minutes and Mr. Weasley's help to pry Molly off of Harry, he felt bad for making a woman who had done nothing but love and accept him cry; but she had told Harry they were tears of joy to have him back safe and sound. Harry only half believed it but he didn't comment on it as Molly ushered him into the dining room and all but ordered him to sit down so she could make him something to eat. She had tried to take his cloak off of him, but Harry politely rebuked it, telling Ms. Weasley he'd rather keep it on.
As everyone settled back in their seats, except Snape who stood in a corner near Dumbledore, a tray of tea floats in from the kitchen to settle beside Harry on the table. Harry ignored the looks of everyone as he settled in on making himself a cuppa, but it wasn't long until someone spoke.
"How have you been, my dear boy?" Dumbledore asks softly at the head of the table, causing Harry to frown at the question.
"Bit of a weird question to ask, headmaster," Harry says as he pours himself a cup. "But I'm-" he sighs and shakes his head as he sets the teapot down. "-not okay with being back here, but it's the only house I've got right now, so…" he trails off as he shrugs. He starts to add honey and cream to his hot tea before asking his own question. "Where- where was he buried or whatever," he asks, swallowing the grief threatening to choke him, knowing at least one of them will know what he was asking.
"Godric's Hollow," Dora answers softly, leaning forward on the table. "We- me and Remus, I mean- got him a plot next to Lily and James," she tells him and Harry nods, not saying a thing nor looking up to Dora.
"Thanks, I think- I think he would have liked that. I'll have to visit him sometime before everything kicks off, just once," Harry says just as softly before picking up his cup and taking a sip.
"What about Atalanta?" Dora asks, leaning back in her seat with a sad look in her eyes.
"Cremated in accordance with the Hunt's last rights," Harry says, tilting his teacup back and forth as his eyes were miles away as if he was watching the pier burn once more. It was Zoë that had lit the flames for Harry was too distraught to do it himself. He coughs to clear his throat before looking back at Dora. "Her ashes were taken to Arcadia by Daphnis to be spread over the foothills and mountains," he tells Dora as she nods her head, the sad look never leaving her eyes.
"What have you been up to these last few months, Harry?" Albus asks, relaxing in the chair as Harry turns to look at him. He opens his mouth to answer him but pauses at the sight of the headmaster's hand. Concern grows in his eyes as he looks at Dumbledore opening his mouth to say something, but as he looks into Albus' eyes, Harry watches as the headmaster gives him a slight shake of his head.
Harry closes his mouth before blinking away the concern and looking away. "You- you don't know? I was sure she would have told at least you about what I was doing with her," Harry says, frowning in thought before taking a sip of his tea. Dumbledore narrows his eyes at Harry as a pursed frown appears on his lips.
"And who is this she you are referring to, my boy?" Dumbledore asks curious with a slight raise of his brow.
"Tomoe," Harry answers back as Dumbledore's brows shoot up in surprise as he leans back a bit in his seat. "I've been with her for the last three months, I'm honestly surprised she didn't tell you. I knew you and her kept in contact from a few passing mentions of you," he points out as he looks back at the Headmaster, who brings his good hand up to run through his beard.
"No, Tomoe never mentioned you were with her these past few months, she told me she was behind schedule thanks to an incident in Japan- but nothing about you," Dumbledore offers slowly as if he was turning this new information in his head only to be drawn out of his thoughts as Harry snorts into his tea.
"Is that what she really called it?" Harry asks ludicrously, though with an amused glint in his eyes. "A bloody incident?" He asks with a hollow barking laugh. "There is a gods-damned hole in Mount Tomuraushi and four city blocks worth of damage in nearby Asahikawa, And she called it an incident? Not a tragedy, not a massacre, a fucking incident?" He says in absolute mirthful shock before he starts to laugh madly.
Everyone gathered at the table looked at one another, unease dancing in most of their eyes as Harry laughed at something they were missing.
"What happened?" Fleur asks, leaning forward and resting her arms on the table and a mad smile on her face.
Harry calms down a bit, still smiling darkly as he answers. "It's a long story, but let's just say I met Tomoe's dad in Asahikawa- with two of his friends. We…didn't get along and needless to say there was a fight," he says with a shrug before taking a sip of his tea.
Fleur smiles just as darkly as Harry. "I'm guessing that they didn't walk away from the fight?" She asks, her eyes dancing with joy at the sounds of a good fight.
"Two of them did, Tomoe's dad being one of them and the female of the trio- but I did get that feathered fuckhead however," Harry says with a smile before leaning back in his chair, his smile faltering a bit. "I was going to take out the other two but then a bigger fish showed up and the other two fled in the confusion," he tells Fleur before shivering at the memory of meeting the blank mask of Izanami-no-Mikoto and her horse and cold voice whispering to him.
"After that, we went to China to get Shi and help her out with one of her dad's old friends. Then to Greece, Italy, Egypt, and Germany, before finally stopping in France picking up the other members of the ICE as we went. I set out after two days of rest to get my sleeping schedule under control before getting on a ferry to Dover this morning, and now I'm here," Harry explains with a shrug before taking another sip of his tea and leaning his head back in honest exhaustion.
"We're glad to finally have you back home, Harry," Mr. Weasley tells him with a smile as he helps himself to a cuppa. "As I'm sure you could tell, Molly has been beside herself in worry over you- especially when you didn't answer any of our letters," he tells Harry, his tone dipping toward disappointment as he spoke causing Harry to place his cup down and scratch the back of his head.
"Yeah, sorry about that- there was just so much going on a the time and I didn't want to give anyone false hope that I would be returning sooner when I didn't even know when I was coming back," Harry explains, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair at the disappointment in Mr. Weasley's tone.
"That's fine, son. All that matters is that you're home now," Mr. Weasley says with a smile as he looks at Harry, causing Harry to smile back at the man who has been nothing but kind to him.
"Yes, let's all congratulate the boy on coming home from his world tour of giving autographed pictures of himself to foreign witches," the snide voice of Severus Snape cuts through the warm atmosphere like a cold knife. "How proud we must all be that he didn't sprain his wrist," he says with a sneer toward Harry.
"Severus," Dumbledore chides the potion master lightly, without turning to look at him, but before he can continue further, Harry speaks up.
"What are you doing in my house?" Harry asks pointedly as he places his cuppa on the table and turns to look at his least favorite professor. But as Snape scoffs at his question and opens his mouth to deliver another not-so-veiled insult, Harry cuts him off. "No, seriously, what are you doing here? I'm guessing there was an Order meeting, yeah? And that it's over?" He asks looking around to see both Dora and Mr. Weasley nod at his question to confirm his suspicions.
"Okay, wonderful," Harry says with a nod before looking back to Snape. "Piss off then. As far as I'm concerned, you are only welcome here during the meetings otherwise you can get fucked, mate," he tells the professor with a glare.
"Harry-" Dumbledore says, hoping to play peacemaker between the two once more, but once more, Harry cuts him off.
"No," Harry snaps as he turns to look at Albus. "I'm not about to sit here and be insulted- in my own home, mind you- by tall, dark, and greasy here," He tells Dumbledore as he points at Snape in the corner.
"Watch yourself, boy," Snape says coldly as he glares at Harry, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Neither Black or Atalanta are here to protect you anymore," he says with a soft cutting hiss of anger. Harry's eyes flash amber as his head snaps to return the glare Snape was giving him, his nostrils flaring in rage as he scented the air in the room.
"I'll watch myself alright, Snivellus. I'll watch me putting my foot up your ass if you keep opening your fucking mouth," Harry says, his anger bleeding into his voice as he stands from his chair. Snape's face contorts into rage as he unfolds his arms from his back and his wand falls into his waiting hand. "And in case you didn't get the memo, I don't need anyone protecting me," he tells Snape as his wand finds his hand. The Hunt and dense magic leak from Harry as his eyes slowly bleed from green to silver, but even in the eyes of the Hunt- with claws and fang bearing down on him; Severus Snape doesn't flinch.
Fleur looks between the two men as they argue, her smile growing as she slowly lifts her wand. Only for Bill to reach over and slowly push her hand back down while shaking his head, causing her to frown.
Albus' hand slams down on the dining room table as he stands abruptly; anger sparking in his eyes.
"Enough!" He thunders, his voice echoing down the halls and up the stairs as he looks between the two men at odds with each other. "Put your wands away, the both of you; we are on the same side. Severus!" He says as he turns to look at his old student and friend. "We are in Harry's home, while I will never pretend to understand your dislike for the boy; you do owe him the courtesy of your respect while in his home!" He tells the potion master, who looks livid at the mere thought of respecting the boy.
"Harry, while I understand your grievances with Severus, I plead for a measure of understanding for the man. We have not been having the best of times while you have been gone, and it weighs on all of us heavily," Albus explains as he turns to Harry, speaking in a much softer tone than he did with Snape. "And I also remind you that he is still one of your professors at Hogwarts, so like it or not, respecting Severus is something that you will need to come to terms with until you graduate," he reminds Harry softly as both the men take a step back from the table; scoffing at the same time for the same reasons.
Harry drops back down in his chair with a scowl on his face. "Then lucky me, I'm not going back to Hogwarts," he mutters angrily as Albus and Mr. Weasley both turn to him in surprise.
"Hallelujah, it is a miracle," Snape whispers under his breath, definingly ignoring the look Dumbledore gives him out of the corner of his eye.
"Harry," Dumbledore says with a sigh as he sits, bringing up his one good hand to rub his eyes underneath his glasses. "It is imperative that you return to class. If your absence goes on any longer, you will have to repeat the year- not even I can cover you for that consequence if it comes to pass," he informs him, but Harry just shakes his head.
"Headmaster, I didn't come back to the isles to be locked away behind some stone walls. I don't need to be protected from Voldemort or the Formorians- I came back to kill them," Harry informs Albus, much to the shock of most of the table.
"And there is the arrogance that I've come to expect from you, Potter," Snape says, his lips twisting in disgust as he speaks. "To actually think you can strike down the Dark Lord as you are, is-" he continues, but is swiftly cut off by Harry.
"I didn't say that I think I could kill Voldemort," Harry says, his voice turning cold and cutting, like a blade made of ice. "I said I was going to kill him- and the Formorians, and anything else that gets between me and my prey. This is not some boast, this isn't arrogance of any kind, Snape, this is purely a statement of fact," he tells the potion master as the kitchen door swings open and Harry moves his cup out of the way. His voice rang with unshakable confidence and unwavering resolve as he spoke softly to Snape. "I've fought far older and far more dangerous things than one dark wizard barely out of his nappies- and I've killed them. All I have to do is get-" was as far as Harry got in his rant before a plate slammed down on the table in front of him, causing him to look up in confusion.
Right into the face of a furious-looking Molly Weasley.
"Er,..." Harry says, lost as to the reason that Ms. Weasley was looking at him with fire in her eyes.
"My apologies, Harry dear, but I must have misheard while I was warming up your supper in the kitchen," Ms. Weasley says in an overly sweet voice that had Bill scooting back from the table and away from his mother. "But did you just say you were dropping out of school?" She asks Harry as she places her hands on her hips as she glares down at him.
"Errrr," escapes Harry's mouth as he starts looking around the room for help, but it seems everyone has found something else interesting to look at the moment Molly starts to speak. " -"
"Don't! You Ms. Weasley me, young man!" Molly snaps at Harry bringing up her hand to brandish her finger at him like it was a dangerous weapon; in her case, it probably was. "I will hear no more talk of this, not of dropping out or fighting in a war that you shouldn't be involved with. You will be going back to school, you will study and earn your NEWTs in the next few years, and you will become a respectable member of this society! I will not see you a bum living off what your parents and Sirius left you, I will see you add to it with the skills you've learned over the years for those who come after you. You are a brilliant and powerful wizard, Harry, and I will not see you squander that potential young man! Or so help me, Harry Potter, I will make you regret the day you were born; half god or not! Do you understand me!?" Ms. Weasley states, and with each word, she leans a little way forward forcing Harry to lean away from her looming presence.
Harry pales at Ms. Weasley's unspecified threat, such as the presence of the redheaded woman that not even the Hunt raised its hackles in challenge. Harry was gobsmacked at the tone that Molly Weasley spoke to him in that it took a moment before his brain fully registered what she had called him- a half-god. But even knowing that and Hades knew what else, the woman didn't appear to be letting up with her demand of Harry to become more than what he is.
Harry's thoughts paused as he considered the question of "Was he afraid of Molly Weasley?" And as Ms. Weasley goes to move and everything in him flinches in fear of all the ways of how the kind and loving woman could destroy him; he immediately knows his answer.
"Besides Molly's excellent points, I also have things to teach you, Harry," Albus speaks up, saving Harry from another tongue-lashing from the irate matriarch of the Weasley family. Harry turns to him with questions, and a bit of leftover fear, in his eyes. "It is mostly information, things you will need to know if you wish to bring the fight to Voldemort- perhaps a few more advanced Battle Magic techniques as well," he offers Harry and watches as the young man's eyes flick between himself and Molly. "Not to mention another is also waiting for your return," he says as he looks over his glasses at Harry.
Harry swallows the lump in his throat and quickly catches on to who the headmaster is talking about. He knew for a fact that she was waiting for him at Dún Scaith, to continue and complete his training.
Harry sighs. "Fine, I'll go back," he reluctantly agrees causing Ms. Weasley to take a step away from him.
"Goody, I'm glad we were able to agree on that, I've already bought everything you need for the year. Though we may have to stop in the alley to get you a new set of robes, you've grown a bit taller dear," Ms. Weasley says happily before rubbing his hair in a delightful teasing way. "Now eat up, dear, before it gets cold," she orders him before walking back into the kitchen.
"So, um- did I miss anything else while I was gone?" Harry asks, looking back to Dumbledore while desperately trying to forget just how scary Ms. Weasley was. All Albus Dumbledore does is chuckle at the look on the young man's face before filling him in on everything he has missed.
Harry Potter, in a room once sealed, October 30th, 4pm.
R.A.B. Once letters engraved on a golden plack on a door he avoided going into on a rule made by his godfather, out of respect for the man who gave him a home. But now with Sirius' passing and with no one else in Grimmauld Place, Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he, for the first time, opened the door to the room next to his.
Harry steps into the room before flicking his wand to activate the witch-lights to illuminate the room.
It was obvious that no one had entered the room in decades from the creaking of the unboiled hinges on the door to the thick layer of dust covering nearly every surface. The room was unnaturally neat for magical kind, as if everything had its place. From the twin bed pushed against the far left wall with neatly made bedding of silver and green, to the desk and wardrobe pushed to the opposite side of the room with a small magical waste bin sitting between them. A long throw rug ran down the middle of the room and looked worn down as if some had spent a long while pacing across it. There was an old cork board sitting above the desk with old clippings of the prophet that were dated back to the last war, each one was about Voldemort or Death Eater raids that made Harry scowl at the sight of them. Out of everything in the neat and orderly room, one thing stood out to Harry…
A heavy and ornate-looking locket sitting on the desk.
It, like everything else in the room, was covered in dust but it didn't seem as thick as the rest. Harry frowns as he picks it up and uses his thumb to wipe away the dust from it. It was as heavy as it looked, twisted braids of gold chords were attached to the emerald and jade of the locket with a clashing silver snake in the shape of an S on the front of it. Harry turns the hexagonal-shaped jewelry over in his hand, his frown deepening as he does, for it felt…off somehow; but in a familiar way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He turns it back over to have the snake face him once more as an icy feeling crawls up his throat, like an ice-cold hand laying on it. He opens his mouth to say something, to hiss something at the locket…
"Harry?" A voice says from behind him causing Harry to turn to find Remus Lupin in the doorway to the room.
"Remus," Harry greets with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He looked haggard and ran down thanks to the full moon that was rising tonight. "Good to see you again,"
"Likewise, Harry," Remus says in return as his eyes sweep over the room before returning to Harry. "I see your curiosity finally won out," he points out with a half-smirk as he slips his hands into his pocket.
Harry shuffles his feet a bit, trying not to feel like a child doing something he shouldn't have. "Yeah- well, can you blame me?" He asks his old professor who chuckles at him.
"No, not really Harry," Remus says before stepping into the room, his eyes coming to rest on the corkboard before a soft sigh escapes him. "Sirius was always on the fence about Regulus, even after running away from his family. He always tried to have a relationship with his little brother," he says sadly before shaking his head.
Harry looks back at the corkboard with a frown. "Seems like he was a fan," he says with a scowl, Remus just chuckles drawing Harry's attention back to him.
"Regulus was, he joined the death eaters right out of Hogwarts just two short years after we joined the Order. It broke Sirius' heart when he learned that," Remus informs Harry, his own frown growing on his face as he comes to stand next to him.
"Why did he join at all?" Harry asks, turning to look at Remus confused as to why anyone would join the monster. "Did he know what Voldemort was doing?"
"Who could say why he joined- maybe it was out of a sense of duty, maybe family pride or expectations? The only one who truly knows is Regulus, and he's dead," Remus says with a shake of his head before sitting down on the old dusty bed. "But no, he didn't know. No one knew at that time what Voldemort was willing to do to achieve his ends. It first started out as a political movement, Voldemort would stand on a soap box at pure-blood balls and make his speeches, drawing those weak of will and power into his glorious revolution. It started small, campaigning and protests from the pure-blood factions, then came the disappearances of more liberal families and voices in Wizengamot. Around the time of open ostracization and ridicule of the Muggleborns came along, we were in our fifth year," he informs Harry with distant eyes as if the past to him was almost a thousand years ago.
"By the time our seventh year came around, everything escalated rather quickly and Voldemort started slaughtering whole families- even the pure-blood ones. But by the time Voldemort showed just how far he was willing to go, it was already too late for any of the pure-blood families to back out," Remus tells Harry with a shake of his head. Harry stood quietly and listened to the story, feeling only the barest hint of pity for the poor fools who bought into the Monster's vision for the future and being conned into being branded by him.
"Regulus disappeared only a year before the war ended; we never did find out what happened to him. But that was the road he chose in the end," Remus says before standing, a look of hard resolve and a shadow of profound pain passing over his face. "And speaking of the roads we chose, I need to tell you something, Harry," he says as he turns back to Harry.
"What is it?" Harry asks defensively, his voice coming out harder than intended. "Are you going to tell me to go back to Hogwarts as well? To learn what Dumbledore wants to teach me?" He asks through clenched teeth.
"Dumbledore wants to teach you?" Remus is surprised by both Harry's tone and what he said.
Harry blinks before shaking his head, trying to put a damper on his rage. "Y-Yeah, something about passing on information about Voldemort," he tells his old professor who slowly nods at his words.
"I see," Remus says, his eyes flickering to the corkboard and back to Harry. "No- well, yes. If Albus has something to teach you about Voldemort, you should go and learn as much as you can, but that isn't what I need to tell you," he says as he crosses his arms.
"Then what is it?" Harry asks after taking a breath to calm himself. He looks into Remus' eyes and he sees harrowing pain, hesitation, and endless remorse looking back at him. Remus opens his mouth to speak, but he hesitates before closing it. After taking a deep breath he reaches out and places both hands on Harry's shoulders.
"I'm proud of you- of the man you've become," he admits, stopping Harry before he could open his mouth. "You've raised above all the pain and obstacles that your life has put in front of you- you've met every challenge head-on, and proved time and again that you are a far better person than any of us," he tells Harry sincerely, a sad smile on his lips and glassy eyes.
"Re-Moony, what's wrong?" Harry asks as a pit begins to grow in his stomach.
"Nothing, Harry. Nothing is wrong- I just…have something I need to do, something I swore to Lord Nuadha that I would do," Remus informs Harry with a weak smile.
"You don't think you'll come back from it, do you?" Harry asks as the pit in his stomach grows.
"No, I don't," Remus admits, and as Harry opens his mouth to offer him his help- to go with him and see Remus through to the end; Remus holds up a hand to stop him. "Don't. We all have our own roads to walk, Harry, we all have our own Hunts. I have mine and you, yours- I just want to stop by and-" he breaks off with a sigh, looking away for a moment. "I just wanted to say that I am proud to know you, I am proud to have taught you, and that I am sorry for never trying to find you when you were younger. If I have one regret, it would be that- and I know that Sirius and Atalanta were proud of you, so were your parents. Always remember that Harry, that we- all of us- are proud of you," he says as he looks back at Harry, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze and a kind smile.
Something freezes Harry in that moment, he doesn't speak or move. He stands there in a lonely, dusty, bedroom clutching the ugly as-sin locket in his hand as tight as he could and watches Remus, his first true teacher, leave. A whispered goodbye in the doorway as the pit in his stomach opens up and swallows his heart. Harry doesn't speak or move until he hears the front door of Grimmauld Place shut close.
"Goodbye, Uncle Moony," Harry whispers to the empty house full of haunting memories of happier days. In a rage, he throws the locket against the desk as he storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. "I hate this fucking house," Harry mutters darkly as he walks toward the Library, his cloak fanning out behind him.
Nymphadora Tonks, October 30th, 11:40 pm.
She almost trips on the bottom steps as she grabs onto the railing for dear life as the world around her spins a bit. She had gone out for a few pints on the way home from the Auror office to try and drown out the treacherous little voice in the back of her mind that had popped up after seeing Harry for the first time in months. Was it a smart thing to do when she was on call? Absolutely not, but that's where self-control and a detoxification potion came in handy. She had drunk that much and ate plenty of chips to absorb the alcohol just in case.
While her decision-making wasn't impacted, her sense of balance, on the other hand, went right out the window. Slowly, very slowly, Nymphadora climbs to the top of the second-floor landing while trying to keep as quiet as possible just in case Harry is sleeping.
"Stupid sexy Harry with his stupid sexy face scars and stupid sexy eyes," Dora thinks to herself as she carefully walks down the hall while watching her feet. She tries to focus on something else- on someone else just as Aengus had told her while dealing with the "blessing" of her great-grandmother. The whole thing had an aspect of lust to it, something that would flare up whenever the object of that lust was around and "available" to her. But with Harry being around, it was rather hard to focus on Charlie when she knew Harry was right down the hall. "Stupid sexy Aengus with his stupid advice," she thinks with a frown.
She had met the God of Love a few months ago while out at lunch, he had slid up to her table when Kingsley had gone to pay the bill and started to flirt with her. "I do love a beautiful woman in uniform," was his opening line and Dora had almost punched the god in the face. He had only stopped by to introduce himself and inform her that he had picked her for his "Champion" before leaving her baffled and confused until he showed up at Grimmauld Place not a week later to "teach her his secrets".
While Aengus acted and was, sometimes, a complete tool; he did know his magic. While what he taught her was mostly charms, they packed quite the punch; almost literally, for Aengus' secrets were of biological enhancements. Running faster, hitting harder, fighting for longer as if someone was in the springtime of their youth…and on crack. The best part of the charms was they could work on anyone, mortal, divine, or magical. The only thing he asked in return is that she showed no one else how to do the charms, to which Dora had agreed.
The charms that Aengus taught her were a large part of the success of the Auror department with extracting civilians from the war zones that sprung up across the country; so Dora wasn't about to complain all that much about the man-slut of a god.
Dora stops outside her door and removes her wand and drops the glamor charm over her Auror robes before opening her door. She changes into her nighty quickly after tossing her robes on her bed and placing the detoxification potion on her nightstand. Stepping back out in the hall, intent on doing her nightly routine before bed, Dora pauses as she notices a faint light coming from down the hall from the library. She frowns before turning and walking down the hall, making a mental note to tell Harry off about fire hazards in the morning. But to her surprise, as she walks through the door, she finds the irating object of her lust sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace.
"Harry?" Dora says, confused as to why he was awake so late. She watches as he turns his head to look at her, his slitted irises sitting in a pool of emerald sends a glare of heat down her spine.
"Oh- hey Dora," he says with a half smile. "Did you just get home?" He asks, sounding a bit worried.
"Y-Yeah, stopped by the pub for a few pints on the way home," Dora tells him with her own half grin before walking over to the couch; thankfully not tripping over anything.
"What are you doing awake?" She asks as he turns back to a photo album sitting open in his lap. He was still dressed for the day with his cloak still hanging loosely from the single clasp on it.
Harry shrugs before flipping the page. "Wasn't really tired, so I've been…reminiscing I guess," he says a bit sadly, his eyes glazing over as he looks at one of the pictures. It was from last year's boxing day when Hermione and Ron came over, they were all in it. Remus and her, Atalanta and Sirius, and Ron, Hermione, and Harry all exchanging gifts over hot chocolate. A much happier time for them all. Dora lets out a snort before flopping over on the couch, Harry quickly moves the photo album with an indignant cry of "Hey!".
"Don't say reminiscing, Harry. Makes you sound like you're old," she says with a grin as she lays her head down in his lap, turning her head to see the portrait of old Phineas empty. "And you're barely fifteen," she says with a shake of her head as she closes her eyes.
"Sixteen,"
"Hmm?" Dora hums, not quite catching what he had said.
"Dora, I'm sixteen," Harry points out with an amused shake of his, unaware of what he had just done. Dora slowly opens her eyes, blinking a few times as her brain processes what Harry had just said.
"Did he just say- Sixteen?" Dora thinks to herself through the slight haze of liquid courage coursing through veins. She begins to count backwards, before pausing and doing it again. Oh- he is sixteen…" The thought hit her like a Blasting Hex as she sat straight up, her eyes flashing pink.
"Dora?" Harry asks, sounding concerned over the abrupt movement. "You okay?" He says behind her as Dora jumps to her feet.
"Are- are we alone in the house?" Dora asks, her eyes flickering back and forth between the door of the library and the empty portrait frame. "I know Remus is at his parents' old place because of the wards for his furry little problem; but is no one else here?" she asks, her hands playing with the hem of her black and yellow nighty.
"Nooooo," Harry says, sounding confused as his eyes narrow at her in suspicion. "We're the only ones here, why do you want- fuck!" He says suddenly before face palming. "Please don't tell me that-" Harry begins to say as he drags his hands down his face, but it was too late. By the time Harry looks back up at Dora she had already stripped herself of her nighty and standing before him in just her knickers. "Fuck- Dora, hold on a-" He curses again before trying to reason with her, but once more, he was to late.
She moved with the swiftness of a woman possessed, shoving Harry back down when he tried to stand and quickly straddling his hips to pin him to the couch before kissing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck before deepening the kiss just as she had done a few times before when they shared a moment of heated passion.
After a moment they break for air and Harry angles his head away from her. "Dora, stop. You're drunk and not in the right mind," he argues before she begins to attack his neck with kissing and nips.
"I'm honestly not that drunk," she whispers in between kissing that trail up his neck and to his earlobe. "And I am very much in the right state of mind for this," she whispers huskily into his ear as she begins to grind on his lap. She nearly moans when he lets out a small growl as she feels his hands run over her curves. "You're the legal age of consent now, so no one will get into trouble- it's alright, Harry. Just sit back and enjoy it," she says through the haze of lust before kissing along his jawline as a clock sounds off midnight somewhere deeper into the townhouse.
"Dora," Harry says in a hard tone of voice that causes her to shiver. "Please stop, I am extremely uncomfortable with this," he says, but Dora could feel his reaction to her actions and with a little voice in the back of her mind egging her on, she doesn't stop.
"Push a little more, entice him, push his buttons; he'll snap and give you exactly what you want," that little voice whispers, sounding annoyingly familiar.
"What's wrong? Don't like this model?" She says with a smirk as she leans back to look Harry in his angry eyes, watching them narrow as he looks her in the eyes. "Then tell me what you want? One of the better things about being a Metamorph is that the sex can become interesting," she says, tilting her head and smirking. "Though I do have two rules," she informs him, holding up and wiggling two of her fingers. "No ex-girlfriends and no one I personally know, anyone is fair game so long as it stays between us. Celebrity crush? Not a problem! Famous historical figures? Maria Antoinette anyone? I also take broad requests," She says as she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
"First off, I wouldn't want you to-" Harry tries to say but quickly finds his mouth covered by Dora's hand.
"Harry, stop. As much as I like respect when it comes to my abilities- there is a line. Don't play the white knight here and think you're objectifying me or whatever," She berates him with an annoyed look. "This is my kink, I not only enjoy doing this, but I get off on it. So just tell me what or who you want and I'll make it happen," she says with a lecherous grin as she removes her hand from his mouth and leans down to give him another kiss.
Right as a ghostly silver lynx bursts through the wall.
"Tonks! Red alert, we have an attack at Marunweem! Get your ass moving, now!" The voice of Kingsley shouts from the big cat's open mouth.
"Motherfucker!" She screams before jumping off of Harry's lap and leaping over the couch, she scrambles through the library and into the second-floor landing; only tripping over two things. She swipes the potion off her nightstand and downs it in one go, the raw egg-like consistency runs down her throat leaving a scorching trail of fire but she luckily keeps it down.
"There was an attack?" Harry asks, sounding equal parts curious and alert, from her doorway as she quickly pulls on her pants and stuffs her feet into her boots.
"No, this is an attack on Marunweem over by Hogwarts," she informs Harry before pulling on her shirt grabbing her wand, and flicking it at her boots to tie them. "I've got to go help out with evact before those assholes start burning families in their homes again," she tells Harry hotly before grabbing her Auror robes and throwing them on, absent-mindedly swishing her wand over them to button it shut. "You stay here and lock down the house, I'll be back," she tells him, watching Harry hesitate for a moment before nodding.
Dora focuses on her destination, the large Hamlet on the West side of Loch Marunweem just past the bridges and an old fortification from long in the past. She had been there twice before on patrol when she was a rookie, after figuring out a good apparition point in the foothills and forests just outside of the village she spins on her heel.
Only for something to grab her arm.
In Dora's horror and panic, for she knows exactly who grabbed her arm, she pumps as much magic as she can into her apparition to compensate for the extra weight. She and her forced side-along disappear with a thunderous Crack! That splinters the mirror in her room…
Marunweem Hamlet, Oct 31st, 12:10 AM.
CRACK!
Both Harry and Tonks appear as the small game scatters deeper into the foothills just outside the large hamlet. Ever from where they were, the screams of fear and pain could be heard, and the smell of smoke and cooking bodies invaded Harry's nose. He growls in response as he pushes himself to his feet and begins to move toward the break in the tree line that overlooks the burning Village below.
"Harry!" Dora roars from behind him as she stands up as well. "Have you lost your fucking mind!?" She screams as she runs over to him in a panic. "You're lucky I reacted in time or I could have spliched you!? You godsdamn fool!" She yells at him as she grabs his arm and tries to drag him back into the forest and the cover it offers. "You are heading home, right now! You absolute bedlam!" She tells him, but Harry doesn't move.
"Dora," Harry says her name so softly and tenderly, she pauses and turns back to him with her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," is all he says as she looks at him in his Amber Eyes.
Tonks felt a set of unforgiving steel jaws slam down on her throat, her eyes widened as she could see it in Harry's eyes, a wolf beyond peer, ravenous and rabid with hunger. Her legs give out from under her as she falls to her knees, a cold sweat breaking out across her goose-pimpled flesh. Fear swept swiftly through her mind as she fought against her want to flee from the ravenous monster in front of her, she fought to stand back up but all she did was fall to her hands as she shook in pure terror.
Harry turns away from her, and as he does, so does the Hunt. Harry walks just beyond the treeline before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulls his Swiss army knife from its depths. He unfolds it, but not to the crimson spear of the Gaé Bolg, no, he opens it to the gold gilded great black bow of his fallen sister Atalanta; Tauropolos, the bow of promised calamity.
"Har-Harry-" Tonks chokes out as she pushes herself to her knees, fear and terror fresh in her mind, just in time to see Harry flick his wrist and summon his wand to his hand. "Wha-what-" she says, forcing the word past her lips.
"If you can talk, then I suggest you contact the other Aurors in the village and tell them to fall back," Harry tells her coldly as he reaches behind him and pulls an arrow from his quiver on his belt. "Otherwise they'll be caught in the splash zone, and this isn't something I can control where they land," he tells Tonks as he notches his bow, holding the arrow between two fingers and gripping his wand to make it run parallel with his bowstring.
Before Tonks could ask what he meant, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath and she felt what he meant. Magic, so thick and powerful, radiates off of Harry that it begins to twist and warp the stones and trees around him into jagged points.
And under the full moon's light- Harry's eyes turn silver.
Tonks grabs the collar of her Auror robes and activates the communication rune array on the collar. "King-Kingsleys! Come in Kingsley!" Tonks roars in panic over the open communications between Aurors.
"Tonks! Where the hell are you!? We need-" the smooth voice of her commanding officer begins to yell back, but she swiftly cuts him off.
"You need to extract! Now Kingsley! Fall back out of the Hamlet, now!" Tonks screams in full panic mode as she watches Harry pull back on his bowstring before aiming toward the heavens.
"Can you see me?"
"Now watch-" Harry speaks, his words of his mother's homeland- of his sisters' homeland. They were weighted and heavy with countless eons and fathomless power. "-as my arrow-" his words gibberish to Tonks ears but she could feel every syllable as if it was a physical blow. Harry continued to pull back on his bowstring as hard and as far as he could, he could feel the skin on his fingers split and his blood began to drop onto his face.
"Are you watching me?"
"Tonks! What in Merlin's codpiece is that!?" Kingsley asks in bafflement as he can see the silver light emanating from the foothills.
"Because this shot- this catastrophe, I dedicate to you-"
"It's Harry," Tonks answers breathlessly as she watches in amazement at the Hunter before her.
"What!? What is Harry doing-"
"-Is the first to land! GEMINIO MAXIMUM!" Harry roars before releasing his arrow from his bow. It launches like a comet from the string, flying toward the heavens as the blowback from the shot sends fissures through the earth and trees around him.
"-ATALANTA!"
And Harry's cloak unclasps from around his neck to drift toward the earth.
Azkaban, at the same time.
Cathlenn, the Ceaseless Watcher sits lazily on the ceiling of the throne room of Conrad's tower, ideally giving minute-by-minute reports on the five simultaneous attacks across the isles as her lord's vessel paces back and forth below her listening.
Her voice was dull, lifeless, listless, and detached as she rattled off completed objectives or a failed one…until she stopped.
Voldemort pauses and looks up toward the great fear, only to see every single eye across her body all wide open and looking to the south.
"Cathlenn?" Voldemort inquires with a frown, having never seen the Ceaseless Watcher act as she was now.
"How did he-" Cathlenn says in shock and honest to Merlin surprise. "When did he…" she trails off before an enraged look over takes her hauntingly beautiful features before, as soon as Voldemort blinks, she has vanished.
"Well, that was…unnerving," Indech speaks inside of Voldemort's mind, his own tone of bafflement echoing Voldemort's own confusion.
"What just happened?" Voldemort asks as he scowls at the blank ceiling.
"If I didn't know better," Indech says, slowly getting over his own shock at the turn of events. "I would say something…surprised her," he says in complete disbelief.
"Has that ever happened before?" Voldemort questions as he turns to face South, looking out one of the windows toward the mainland.
"No, no I can't say it has," Indech says, sounding unnerved by the turn of events as Voldemort's scowl deepens.
Marunweem Hamlet.
Tonks watches as the silver comet that Harry released from his bow reaches its apex before turning to fall to the earth; right over the Hamlet. The spell that Harry cast begins to take effect as the arrow falls back to earth, as one comet becomes two, two becomes four, four to eight, and eight to sixteen…
And on and on it divided until it looked to the Auror that all the stars in the sky begin to fall; crashing to the earth.
Buildings were brought low, stones shattered as screams both human and monstrous thundered through the night under the uncaring silver light of the moon. Tonks hand covers her mouth as she watches in equal parts awe and horror as Harry lays waste to the entire Hamlet and all the monsters that lay within it.
"Man," Harry mutters in a cold detached voice as he watches over the ruin and carnage he had released with a single shot from his bow. "I really hope they got out of the splash zone or else I'll never hear the end of it from The Morrígan," he notes with a frown.
London, at the same time.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her laughter was that of rattling spears, of bashing shields and the clashing of swords. It resounded and echoed through the cold wet streets of London as a frost settled over the entire city as her joy and elation rang loud and true. Her mortal form melts away as the goddess of war and death drowns herself in her joy.
The cruel and unrelenting form of her godhood was on full display as she felt him, her champion- her Harry rain down death and catastrophe over her enemies.
"My starlight?" The Dagda, her lover for the day and husband for all eternity, asks with a small smile as seeing her so joyful. "What happened?" He asks as he stands from their bed.
"It seems that the prodigal son-" her smile grew wicked and bloodthirsty. "-has finally returned home!" The Morrígan says with resounding happiness for finally- FINALLY, this war can truly start.
Chapter done!
Who was betting on a Noble Phantasm again? Anyway, Fate jokes aside, that attack is not something Harry can whip out all willy-nilly. He has to be under the full moon for him to be able to do it, if he did it under any other circumstances he would rupture his soul doing it.
Tomoe Makoshi: "What did you do!?"
Harry, standing in the wreckage of Asahikawa: "Okay, first of all I was just chillaxing in my room; minding my own business…"
Tomoe: "Bullshit!"
Harry: "I WAS!"
Kingsaxcul, Out!