God-Emperor of Essos and beyond
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By: Paperpuscher 101
After losing a devastating war against the muggles Earth wasn't a place for
magical people any longer. In an attempt to have a life worth living Harry
and his companions travel to an unknown world. Instead of finding the long
awaited peace new problems, threats and enemies await.
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Status: complete
Published: 2017-01-07
Updated: 2018-06-25
Words: 337878
Chapters: 26
Rated: Fiction M - Language: English - Genre: Adventure/Fantasy -
Characters: Harry P. - Reviews: 1,133 - Favs: 4,194 - Follows: 4,663
Prologue
Twenty-seven years old Harrison "Harry" James Black looked at the
portal in front of him that should, no will bring him and his four
companions to a new world away from his old, nearly destroyed one.
After a war started by the muggles against Wizards nothing was the
same anymore. The spark starting it all wasn't Voldemort, but
another insane American wizard. The response of the Americans
was predictable. They tried to kill him and then searched for more of
these people who seemed to have magic. It resulted in a new kind of
witch-hunts. After a while it too came to Britain and they had to
respond or risk extinction.
The Ministry had no choice but to employ all the imprisoned Death
eaters to help with the new war. Of course they took pleasure
rubbing it in that they were right to hate the muggles. Chief among
them was Bellatrix Lestrange. To help keep them in line they were
bound to trustworthy wizards. He was unfortunate that he got
Bellatrix on top with other women out of the deal. The reason was
that he had the power to reign them in if necessary. It helped, that he
got the memories of Voldemort from the Horcrux in his head to
increase his amount of spells and knowledge.
His other friends weren't alive anymore. He only heard it, but after
they abandoned him in fourth year the friendship was only an
acquaintance at best in the last year at Hogwarts. Such was life, you
get friends and you lose some. It was nothing new to him, he lost
many people in his life. It was only good that he never trusted
Dumbledore completely or he would have walked into his death
without any kind of chance to survive.
In his first year he kept the stone to himself and said it got destroyed
as Voldemort pulverized the mirror in rage, when he couldn't get it
out, while also taking the mirror for himself. From then on gold or
money weren't a problem any longer. To this day Harry still thanked
the whim that overcame him in that moment. Flamel wanted to die
anyway so it didn't matter if Harry kept the stone himself.
Though not many knew the reasons why Flamel wanted to die. The
stone did not make one immortal but only expanded the life through
making the drinker younger depending on the dose. So they could
still die through physical, magical and other means. In Nicolas case it
was his wife that died in an accident and after six-hundred years with
her he couldn't stand to be without her. Otherwise the original stone
wouldn't even be in Hogwarts of that Harry had no doubt.
In second year, after he killed it, Harry harvested the carcass of the
Basilisk and got a good fortune out of it. As well as its skin and many
rare ingredients for potions, like effective nutrition Potions. He still
had to take them through a whole year though, to correct all the
problems that came with living at the Dursleys. Brittle bones,
underdevelopment due to malnourishment and many more issues
had to be treated over the course of two years.
The eyes were useful in particular for him. They could be made into
a potion to repair all kinds of eye-damage, so he no longer wore
glasses and had sharp eyesight. Something invaluable in a fight.
Without his glasses he would've normally been as blind as a mole,
but now he wouldn't have to fear losing his glasses in a confrontation
and be nearly helpless afterwards.
The diary made him suspicious of what Voldemort did exactly to
himself. It simply wasn't normal not being able to die. It seemed to
be tied to the book, which now was destroyed. Tom was still there so
that meant he made more of these.
So Harry asked himself more things. Why had he a connection to
Voldemort? What did it have to do with the scar? All these questions
lead back to the old goat, but he never answered any of them so he
began to distrust the man, with good reason. People kept secrets too
long from him and so he kept some for himself. That he trained the
mind-arts to counter whatever the connection between them was
and the discovery of the soul-piece in his head. He absorbed it and
all knowledge and memories it contained. With that he learned of
Horcruxe and how many Voldemort made. He searched for them in
the following years without the old idiot knowing anything about it.
The Prophecy he never spoke with Harry about only sealed the deal
of distrust towards Dumbledore. On top of it he now had fifty years of
knowledge concerning the Dark Arts and school material at his
disposal. Through the memories he could concentrate on the Light
Arts so to speak, after he separated them from all the other crap he
got that is.
In his third year he captured Peter Pettigrew, knowing the betrayers
rat-form and gave him over to the DMLE for questioning. After it was
over his godfather was a free man and Harry could live with him.
That was short-lived though. The long exposure to the Dementor's
left their mark and Sirius died after another Dementor attacked him
shortly after he was cleared. Harry sued the Ministry for
incompetence and even won, but it didn't give him his godfather
back. He could only get to know the man for a few months.
In the summer he collected two Horcruxe. One in little Hangleton and
one in the ancestral home of the Blacks he now had access to, being
made the new heir of the ancient house by Sirius shortly before the
man's imprisonment. It seemed the man really didn't want his Family
to get the influence or gold. A ring and a locket were purged of the
soul piece within in short order. Though the Locket was found more
by accident than from the memories as he visited Number twelve
Grimmauld Place. Harry recognized it, but from Voldemort's
memories it should have been in a cave filled with Inferi.
That made three with the diadem he collected during the year at
school. That left the cup in Bellatrix's vault. He only had to pay a
bribe to the Goblins from his now substantial amount of money and
he could kill Voldemort for good. It helped to blackmail the goblins
with his knowledge of their illegal dealings with Death Eaters and so
lower the price of the bribe. After that he took his own money out of
his vaults at Gringotts and stored it in a sub-space trunk. He didn't
trust the dirty little beast with his money any longer. From
Voldemort's memories he learned that they practically lived of on
cruelty and would do anything to get at his money. Be it through a
"small" fee or other methods. In another exchange for all his
blackmail material he got something they could give for free.
Fourth year began to strain the relationship of the golden trio. Ron
was being jealous as usual and Hermione even agreed with the
school that he must have cheated his way in the Tournament. That
he now was more confident in himself seemed to affect them
negatively too. As if he wanted to fight a dragon or be in constant
danger, yeah sure. But it helped him to learn better as he now had
access to the restricted section through Moody giving him a pass for
it. Potions he practised in his free time in the summer under a tutor.
Snape couldn't teach to save his ass. And Potions were way too
useful to ignore because of one teacher who behaved like a three-
year old on a tantrum. A welcome but unsuspected outcome for
being chosen as a competitor was that it emancipated him, they
couldn't have him participating and being a minor in a contract which
clearly stated he had to be of age. Dumbledore could argue himself
green, Harry wouldn't budge. With that he could leave the Dursley's
and live on his own and that was simply too good to pass up.
The dragon was persuaded to trade the egg against fresh meat.
Parsel-tongue was more useful than he thought. If the so called evil
skill saved his hide, so be it. The second task he had to rescue
someone out of a lake. It was Ron! That even surprised him. The
bubblehead and a warming charm helped immensely though. On the
third task Moody was absent, but Harry knew why. Like two previous
professors, three if he counted the werewolf attack, he tried to kill
Harry. Legilimency combined with paranoia is a wonderful thing,
coupled with an Obliviate the victim didn't even knew what
happened. So he was prepared for the ritual and Voldemort's last
stand if he was first at the cup. He was and with his quick and honed
reflexes he killed Crouch and the construct that Voldemort inhabited.
With that anti-climactic ending of Voldemort, he took the portkey
back. He still had a use for the Goblet of Fire, now that he could
keep it for a year as a trophy.
In the restricted section as he researched the cup to find out more
about the binding properties. He found something different out.
Namely that one could perform a ritual with it to make himself
immune to all damage from forms of fire and heat. That certainly was
useful. It had to be performed with certain ingredients and on certain
times, but the first could be acquired with enough gold which he now
had. The last was a matter of waiting.
The last three years of school he spent less time with the students
and more in the Room of Requirement of whom none seemed to
know about, the abandonment and betrayal of his friends still fresh in
mind. There he trained his body, magic, mind and studied more ways
to use magic. A time-turner gave him five years instead of three.
With all the memories from Voldemort he could pass his NEWT's in
the beginning of third year, but he wanted to learn more magic as he
didn't even make full use of the restricted section and the library in
the chamber of secrets. The former was out of Voldemort's reach for
the longest time and the last one was in a location Tom couldn't
come and go as he liked after he found it in his last year in school,
so he had not much knowledge of the libraries contents.
Harry even took on a hobby with all the time he now had available.
Forging. He wanted to create things for a change, not just destroy.
The Room of Requirement like always delivered and soon there was
material and notes necessary for the task, as well as a forge. At that
point he demanded of the goblins to be given a teacher in the craft.
At least their honour in doing business demanded a sufficient
response. The teacher only taught him one year though, but more
than enough time for the basics. Of course the heavily guarded
secrets of the goblins weren't taught to him. That didn't mean he
couldn't take them from the goblins mind.
In this five years he uncovered the last of Dumbledore's
manipulations. He discovered he had had a block on his magic that
restricted him from using some abilities and made him an average
wizard at best regarding his power. How the old idiot thought that he
could beat Voldemort with a handicap Harry didn't know, but was
glad he killed Tom last year. Even though no one knew it and he still
had to endure Dumbledore's lectures about Voldemort being at
large. The block would vanish with time after all the abuse it went
through when Harry needed power like with the Dementors in his
third year. But it was annoying none the less, to be kept from things
that made Harry himself. Also discovered was that he had the talent
of a Metamorphagus. Though that seemed to have been done in
favour of him. Harry doubted he would've had fit in muggle society
when his hair constantly changed colour with his moods, like it did
with untrained or not concentrated Metamorphagi.
He passed his NEWT's in every subject with an Outstanding and
even a few masteries, not that anyone besides the people who
tested him knew that. He wouldn't want to appear suspicious, when
all of the sudden his grades were shooting up. Alchemy wasn't
tested due to not enough demand from the student body, but he was
pretty sure with all the copied books of the restricted section aiding
him and his own research he could pass that as well. He had more
skills than that though. Parsel-magic, Legilimency and Occlumency
to name a few. It was all done to reach his goal to never be weak
again or to let himself be manipulated. It paid off well in the war
against the muggles later on as well.
It certainly wouldn't have been possible if he was slacking off with
Ron, playing Chess while a murderer was after him. What was he
thinking to goof around with an idiot and not explore the wonders of
magic, right of the start. It only began at the end of first year when he
kept the stone for himself, it proved its worth still. He wouldn't dare
imagine what would have happened if that would have been the
course of his entire Hogwarts career. Of course one could say that
he should have a childhood and fun, which was true, but every
chance at a normal life died with his parents and his placement at
the Dursleys. Whom Harry held responsible for his lack of motivation
in the educational area. After all it isn't really supportive for ones
confidence if all you hear is how much of a freak and worthless you
are. As well as the consequences when he did better than the fat tub
of lard his cousin was. Harry guessed that the only reason that he
had that epiphany at the end of first year was, that he realized the
more magic was at his disposal the better he could defend himself.
It took the last Potter long enough to bring himself to go to a
psychiatrist and work out all the mental problems his relatives
caused. It had been a small miracle that he befriended Ron and
Hermione at all. Though with Ron Harry suspected foul-play the
walking trash-can had been way too similar to Dudley in behaviour to
make a decent friend for him. Not that it mattered either way now.
Relationships didn't last long in this three years at school. He only
had a few flings with some girls, but nothing serious. Most of them
were annoying, had bullied him at some point in Hogwarts or simply
not his type. Still he was a teenage boy and famous. Nobody would
begrudge him if he shagged a few of them. Training for the future he
supposed. Ginny was refused, because Harry didn't want to give the
Weasely's any ideas that he forgave them for abandoning him on
gossip alone. Though after not even reaching the double digits Harry
found he didn't enjoy it when there wasn't an emotional connection to
the partner. That was understandable, Harry knew that he craved
love more than anything and sex wasn't love even when some
people confused the two. Not that his attempts towards the fairer sex
were all that smooth to begin with. Only due to his undeserved
popularity was the black haired teen able to get this far. Fortunately it
got easier with time.
Then after his NEWT's happened the disaster with the American
moron shattering the statue of secrecy. And they had to fight back
soon. Sure no bomb of any kind could harm them, expect Atom
bombs from the sheer power and range it covered, magic protected
them after all and bombs and such would malfunction when they
were thrown into a magical environment and no one was eager to
fling highly destructive devices like Atom bombs around, yet. Bullets
were likewise no problem, with having shield spells. But still Muggles
outnumbered them by far and could overwhelm them with physical
force in close combat.
Normally the muggles would have been obliviated, but the idiot had
made his entrance on TV and so there were too many people to
erase memories from. With the video in the internet on top of it, it just
wasn't possible. The next thing was that muggles couldn't see the
magical places, but a few Squibs that were spiteful helped them to
find and get in the locations. Not to mention that magic was a form of
energy and that the muggles somehow found a way to locate it.
Nothing that shielded against it, but this way they could at least
circumvent things like notice-me-not charms and the like and see
when someone used magic. Only the strongest concealment charms
could hide them, like the Fidelius and not many could cast them.
Harry was just glad that he trained his body and could stand up to
trained muggles in physical combat. At that point in time he got
Bellatrix and Narcissa as partners to fight with. Bellatrix was obvious
as to why she was partnered with him. He had the power to stop her
and she had a long list of crimes to atone for.
Narcissa was another story entirely. She wasn't a Death Eater per se
and only involved in some things due to her husband Lucius Malfoy
being one. She had perpetrated another crime. Shortly after Harry
completed his seventh year at Hogwarts she killed her husband and
son. Some said she did it because of the fortune she would inherit.
Others made up stories that were more unbelievable than the last. In
the end she didn't said what her motivation was, but only that she did
it. Murder of a pureblood was still a crime punishable by a lifetime in
Azkaban, even for a pureblood woman, but with the war she got a
new chance, if she served to protect wizard-kind.
So both of them were bound to him through a for the wizarding world
acceptable measure. A slave bond. That little bit of information he
only got after it was already finished. Not that he had a choice, but
they could have at least given him a heads up or something. There
were not many options to begin with, however. Any other option
would have left Bellatrix too much freedom to sabotage him or ignore
orders. Narcissa could've gotten another option, but didn't because
she was a wildcard in the end, refusing to say her motive and
possible other crimes under her belt.
They fought against the muggles as good as their situation allowed.
Bellatrix was troublesome at best and Narcissa, well she was
cooperative at least, although she still didn't talk much. He decided
to be patient with them and look were it would lead him.
After two years of war two more came to his 'team'. One was
Andromeda Black and she lost all of her family in the last and this
war expect her estranged sisters. With Tonks and Remus fighting on
Dumbledore's side and with that on the ineffective one, they soon
were killed by the muggles when their methods of just stunning didn't
worked any longer. There were simply too many muggles and too
little members of the burned chicken.
Harry never joined the silly little club, despite Ron and Hermione
joining themselves. From the memories of Voldemort, he saw first-
hand how ineffective they were and had no desire to be killed, due to
some misguided belief about third, fourth and so on chances. That
all of them were presumed dead today only was proof of that.
Andromeda held Dumbledore responsible for their deaths and tried
to kill him in revenge for taking her daughter away from her. Her
husband was dead, killed in the end of the first wizarding war,
leaving her with only Nymphadora and later her daughters husband
Remus. Naturally the old man still was powerful and had connections
with being in several positions of great power himself. After her failed
attempt to kill Dumbledore she was judged to fight in the war like the
Death Eaters.
Of course, the Daily Prophet had a field day promoting Andromeda
as a dark witch, the fact that she had been a Black was sufficient
enough to persuade most wizards, regardless of evidence against it,
like how she married a muggleborn. So with that came the last one
of the sisters Black into Harry's service. With all her remaining family
being Narcissa and Bellatrix she joined him gladly in fighting the
muggles, who took her precious daughter away. Even though she
needed some time to catch up with her sisters.
The other who joined him was Marcella Zabini. Why the Black
Widow was given him even puzzled Harry, he already had enough to
do with the other three. With Bellatrix, Narcissa and Andromeda one
could say he one way or the other was responsible for them with
being the Head of House Black, but with Mrs. Zabini that wasn't the
case.
The reason why she was forced to fight was simple. The woman was
caught red handed in the attempt to let the body of her late husband
disappear. Normally she wouldn't have been caught, but this time
her son Blaise revealed her secret how she did it to the Auror's. Not
out of the good of his heart of course, but because the youngest
Zabini wanted the fortune his mother amassed for himself alone. So
in typical Slytherin fashion he betrayed her to the authorities. While
Andromeda would've given everything to have her daughter back.
Marcella wanted to kill her son with her own hands and get the
money she had to marry idiots for back. Though for now the widow
of eight husbands was busy killing muggles. On top of it she didn't
even looked that good in his eyes. Her hair was slowly going grey,
wrinkles on her face, the dark skin not as flexible as it used to be and
so on, the fading of her beauty only started to begin though. Harry
didn't mention it when she tried to use her charm on him, that wasn't
the polite thing to do.
The thought of him only given dangerous woman was
uncomfortable. Bellatrix made sense due to her being guilty of many
crimes and he was one of the few people able to reign her in, but the
bond made that job easier regardless of power, though he later
found out only a wizard or witch stronger than the slave can
subjugate the other and initiate the bond in this form. Narcissa
wasn't really that obvious, the same with Andromeda or Marcella.
Either all the other wizards were cowards or, ok nearly all other
wizards were cowards, but it seemed to be other reasons behind
this. He couldn't dwell too long on these thoughts with all the fighting
they had to do.
Bellatrix was a confirmed dark witch, Narcissa was presumed to
have killed her husband and son in cold blood, Andromeda attacked
the Leader of the Light in broad daylight and Marcella killed all her
eight husbands to get at their money. Maybe someone hoped that
they did the same to him. That would be idiotic though. The bond
was forcing them to obey him even when Harry didn't like using it.
With Bellatrix and sometimes Marcella it was necessary, in the
beginning only. Andromeda and Narcissa were cooperative at least
or it was simply done to get rid of them. After all they weren't the
youngest anymore and had a little disadvantage against more
youthful opponents. In the end it didn't mattered and he had four
companions in them if he or they wanted or not.
When spells alone weren't sufficient anymore they had to fall back
on other methods. Guns couldn't be used by them due to the magic
aura they emitted in the fights. They utilized way to precise principles
to work for wizards, who also used magic in a fight, which they had
to do in order to survive. The reason was that magic changed the
laws of physics, chemistry or the world in general and so it could be
that the gunpowder was too much or not enough. The hammer didn't
used enough force, etc. Simply to imprecise and dangerous to work
for them. The same was valid for explosives like grenades etc. That
all didn't took into account that it practically made a wizard an
outcast in their society when they used guns. Stupid thing to do
when magicals only had each other.
With more modern weaponry out of the picture they used traditional
ones. Harry himself choose a sword. It was deadly with the Basilisk-
venom coating the blade, the dark cutter Sectumsempra Harry
enchanted the blade with only enhanced its cutting power and left
cursed wounds behind, which made it difficult to treat the poison
should the victim survive long enough, which they never did. The
combination of venom and curse normally took not long to kill,
should the victim still live. The grip was made from Dragon bone.
Bellatrix found a weapon fitting for her character. It were enchanted
twin daggers with a needle-point blade and bone handle, which were
concealed in her armbraces and could spring out of her sleeves at a
flick of her wrist. Both were causing temporary blindness in the victim
and were imbued in Malaclaw venom. The combination allowed her
to make an opponent useless after only one hit. With the blindness
they couldn't really fight that well and that combined with the venom,
which had the effect to alter chance in her favour, no one hit her after
she did it first. Of course she also knew how to throw them with
precision and a quick summoning spell retrieved them again. The
spell was activated on a mental command.
Narcissa preferred to fight from a distance and so choose the bow as
her weapon. The bow was made out of Dragon bone and the arrows
out of wood from an Ash. The curved blades along the bow made it
also a deadly melee weapon when an opponent should come to
close to her liking. The arrows were enchanted and could pierce
Armour with ease, the tips were cursed like his and Bellatrix'
weapons, only hers was a strong withering curse, fatal when it came
in contact with living tissue no matter how brief. The blue and dotted
feathers on the shafts came from Jobberknoll's, making the arrows
soundless. On top of it the projectiles could be summoned back into
the quiver once the fight was over or she was out of arrows. The
quiver held a hundred of these arrows.
Normally a bow was not a weapon for a magical, but this way
Narcissa could save her magic for healing the group later on. With
the other four engaging the enemy she could pick them out from a
distance mostly undisturbed.
Andromeda's weapon of choice was two one-handed axes, also with
bone handle. The blades were enchanted to be unbreakable and to
slice through nearly everything, all that could withstand it was metal
like itself. Poison wasn't necessary due to the fact that she could
hack through most things in a single swing. Though the style of dual-
wielding was more difficult it also was more deadly once mastered.
Marcella choose twin short-swords with a clip-point blade and bone
handle as well. Like all their weapons it had extras, which were the
same as on Harry's. She certainly knew how to use it after years of
training and war, looking more like a dance with how she handled
her weapons than anything else. The swords were in sheaths at her
back when not used.
Of course they needed magical metal for the weapons, normal metal
had lower limits as to how many enchantments could be applied.
Iron being the worst in the regard of keeping enchantments attached
and gold the best from non-magical metals. Harry needed living
silver, Mithril or goblin silver like it is also called, to forge the new
weapons. He could create it, but the process required rare
ingredients, like Occamy eggs, blood from a Cockatrice and a few
more materials. Luckily these things could still be found on the black
market and Bella was very helpful in getting them, when it meant to
break a few bones. Due to her persuasive nature they even got
much more than needed. So it was possible that all of them got
armour and a ring as extra out of it.
With the living silver ready he began forging them in dragon-fire,
which he got from a relatively young dragon he acquired also on the
black market. The beast was afterwards released into the wild. The
magical fire consumed two Unicorn hearts during the whole forging
process, to make the metal gain properties to better harm evil or
dark creatures.
Runes were carved into the weapons and rings to increase their
efficiency, as well as an emerald put in the socket of each ring. He
himself used the Gaunt family-ring with the black resurrection-stone
in it. The blood everyone of them put into their weapon allowed only
the appropriate wielder to use it. The rings had another function
despite being an accessory. They generated an invisible force-field
to stop bullets and arrows, but no explosives, bazookas or attacks
from close range, be it punches, kicks or from melee weapons.
Due to putting their blood into the weapon during the alchemical
enhancing-process the weapons and arrows would enhance the
effect of the enchantments with each opponent they killed, be it
withering curse, cutting-curse, blindness-curse, piercing-hex or the
ever-sharp charm on all of them. The poisons couldn't be made
stronger, because they had to be added after the creation. Their
blades were lighter, sharper and stronger than any other. With a
black blade, a silver ripple pattern on it glowing with a fine silvery
ethereal light and golden runes were engraved with the pure gold
from a Graphorn to achieve superior results. To cut or pierce through
steal-armour and blades, even rock was easy for their weapons.
Naturally the weapons and accessors weren't the only equipment he
created for them. Armour for hands, arms, feet, thighs, chest and
shins was forged from the remaining living silver Harry created, as
well as a Hauberk going to the thighs, looking like a normal shirt and
weighing the same.
The rest of the Armour was made by Andromeda and out of Basilisk
hide and Acromantula-silk. Harry still had a good amount of that from
the harvested Basilisk of the Chamber and from gigantic spiders
from the Forbidden Forest
Other than that he also got things from Centaurs who harvested the
Unicorns Quirrel killed on Voldemort's orders and gifted him with the
materials in his Hogwarts years. Harry had gotten fur, horns, hooves,
hairs, hearts of the ten Unicorns and four hundred fifty litres of blood
out of it due to having avenged the Unicorns, all willingly given.
The amulets one could craft out of the horn to detect poisons were
especially useful. The four women demanded each a choker, where
the shrunken horn hung from the throat. Something about being
fashionable and fitting. The last Potter didn't questioned them for his
own sake. The necklaces heated up as soon as a poison came near
the mouth, warning the wearer and once it passed into the mouth
and throat it got neutralized by its purifying properties before
reaching the stomach. Harry's own hung from a chain in form of a
normal amulet.
From the black Basilisk hide they created protective skin-tight shirts
going up to the neck extending to the hips and shoulders as well as
trousers from the hips down to the ankles. Next came the Hauberk
follwed by the Armour out of plate.
Over it came the battle robes made from Acromantula-silk. They had
open sleeves going a little over the elbows and left the front of the
legs free for better movement, reaching down to short above the
knees at the rear and had a hood charmed to conceal their faces. As
well pockets in the robes, which were charmed to be bottomless and
feather-light, holding their trunks. They also had belts made from the
remaining basilisk-leather to hold their weapons and the quiver of
Narcissa. Their money-pouches were out of Mokeskin and too
attached on the belt. The green-silver leather of the Mokeskin fit the
colours of their armour perfectly.
The Armour made out of living silver was enchanted to be padding
and fit perfectly. The non-organic armour had a snake motif with
heads of snakes for the shoulders and bodies of the reptiles for all
else as well. One could think them alive with how true-to-life they
looked on the armour. Due to being goblin silver it also repelled all
unwanted substances, never required cleaning, did not rust and was
indestructible. It also imbued itself with things that would make it
stronger when it came into contact with it.
The robes were charmed to be temperature regulating, so that the
wearer always had a pleasant temperature. Every piece was
enchanted to be water-repellent, self-repairing, fit perfectly and as
light as if they only wore normal clothing. Runes were carved into the
metal or sewn into the fabric and leather to anchor and enhance the
effects, otherwise it would unravel in short time on the magic
resistant pieces like the hide. The basilisk hide was black, the silk of
the robe a dark ebony colour. It was decorated with gold trimmings
along the edge of the robe. Golden runes were stitched into it with
dyed unicorn hairs. The metal of the armour was a pure, shining
silver and had golden runes etched into them from the same material
as the weapons to complete the picture. All in all their armour was
worth more than nearly all wizards made in their lifetime. For one
armour alone.
Though now that they used weapons which occupied two hands for
all of them, the group had to make use of their wandless magic in
full, which was the only way they trained in magic from the start.
Wands were only crutches after all, first implemented by the Romans
and they spread that across Europe due to having conquered most
of it. In the books of the restricted section was information on how to
train wandless magic. It was hard and gruelling, but worth it. Though
for the more intricate and precise magical tasks they had to employ
hand-gestures to guide it.
The years passed and all around the globe wizards fought against
muggles. In all this time they not only fought, but also trained. Harry
still did his daily training routine and insisted that the four of them
participated in it. They weren't all that giddy to do it, but couldn't do
much to prevent it. Due to the bond forcing them. The results
showed themselves none the less. The complaining stopped when
they saw it themselves. The magic was tied to the body after all and
a healthy body resulted in more potent magic for all of them. The
English wizards having long forgotten this fact only got weaker. The
inbreeding didn't helped matters in terms of magical power. One only
has to look at the Gaunt's.
Another thing they trained in was obviously magic. Most things only
got refined or new spells learned. Few thing stood out. The first was
the training to be an Animagus. After two years of practise, they
finally managed the transformation. Harry's was a type of water-
dragon. Apparently a mix between the Phoenix and Basilisk. He
could breathe underwater, had horns and fins on his dragon-like
head, a dorsal fin along his thirty feet long pale-silver body and a tail-
fin, as well as four webbed and clawed feet. He could cry healing
tears like a Phoenix, had no poison on his fangs or the stare to
petrify or kill. Other than that he could shoot water, he stored in his
mouth, out of his maw with great force. Fortunately, the crowing of a
rooster didn't damage him. On top of it he had feathered wings to fly
instead of the typical bat-like ones. The form couldn't be used all that
much though, it was way too conspicuous. His four companions got
the same form, the only clue as to why would be the bond they
shared.
The next useful thing they learned was to communicate telepathically
through Legilimency. It could only be achieved through risks. The
reason lay in the unconditional trust necessary to achieve it. One
had to continuously invade the mind of the other while he or she lets
this willingly happen. After a time the magic recognizes each other
as friendly and makes it easier and in time even supports this. In the
beginning eye-contact was required and so not helpful in combat.
After three years training though, all five could communicate through
this method and even exchange emotions without eye-contact and
greater distances away, but not more than a kilometre. On a positive
note one could still disconnect, which all of them could do expertly
and have private thoughts.
Other techniques were magic learned from the druids and shamans
of old. Rain-dances, accelerated growth of plants, an super-sensory
ability that let the caster know what is in the ground and his vicinity
when he touches the ground, communication with spectres, ghosts
and the like not strong enough to be seen, but felt. As well as various
destructive spells using the elements.
The last magical thing they had done was to empower themselves
with the traits of an animal, through a ritual where one had to eat the
heart of the chosen animal. In this case they choose the cat.
Through this all of them became faster, more agile and got a perfect
balance. They could be running through a forest and no twigs or
branches would crack under their feet. Not even the braided hair
from Bellatrix, Andromeda, Marcella or Narcissa would be one hair
out of place. All were able to leap over a branch the height of their
foreheads, passing under one as low as their knee and pull a thorn
out of their feet without slowing down. It also made them excellent
climbers and take minimum damage from falls. On top of it they had
night-vision, which was indicated through their now slitted pupils.
Their incisors elongated and looked more like fangs of a vampire.
The only use out of it was that meat could be chewed faster.
The group didn't stop there though and got themselves a few more
boons but of a more passive nature. With a similar ritual from
Salazar's library the group got more advantages. Through the use of
Giants blood in the ritual their muscles didn't need constant training
and resisted atrophying. Troll blood allowed them to heal faster, not
at ridiculous levels but noticeable. Cuts didn't close immediately and
bruises didn't disappear after seconds, though they were mostly fine
after one night's rest for most superficial injuries. If it was more
serious or life threatening, then potions still had to be used. The
enhancements only made it easier and not too easy after all.
The last one were two permanent potions. A strength and girding
potion to increase their strength and endurance. It was no strength
given from Re'em blood, but it was enough to enhance their strength
to half of Hagrid's. Who could bend the barrel of a shotgun. Allowing
them to lift hundreds of kilos without effort. With a maximum of four
hundred kilos.
All in all, with everything they learned and trained in they were
stronger than Voldemort and Dumbledore in their prime, magically
speaking, as well as superior physically and in armed combat. Harry
was fully aware, that should he have faced either of the two in his
School years he would've lost, regardless of the fact, that he had
Voldemort's knowledge and memories. Both of them had more
experience and power at that point in time. Harry had luck, that
Voldemort was a disembodied spirit and that Dumbledore refused to
use his full power. Otherwise he would've lost without a shadow of a
doubt against either of them. Not that Dumbledore would've fought
with him, but to this day Harry didn't know if the old geezer had had
his best interest at heart or not.
Harry himself walked a different path than both of them. The two
were sides of the same coin. Light and Dark. Although neither
understood that one couldn't exist without the other. In the end it was
like Tom said. There was only power and those too afraid to use it,
but he forgot something. It was important for what someone used his
power and magic. The intent behind it. The Killing-curse could kill,
but so could an Aguamenti or levitation charm. Used either to drown
or let someone fall to his death. Even when only Muggles would
have no defence against these minor spells.
Of course with all the contact to said muggles they were bound to
pick up a few "normal" interests, despite fighting against them.
Narcissa's field of interest was a surprise for them. It was medicine
and anatomy. She stated that with it she could be even more deadly
when she knew the weak points of the body and where to attack as
well as heal it better.
Andromeda had an interest in tailoring with different fabrics and
leathers, which she already had much experience in due to having
been a house-wife, but the new methods muggles used intrigued
her. As well as learning how to make clothes and shoes of all kinds.
Bellatrix choose the field of Enchantments. It had been a passion of
hers, before Rudolphus happened. She got many ideas for it. Found
in various muggle books be it fiction or fantasy.
Marcella's interest was curiously enough art. All kinds of it, but
sculpturing the most. It even ranged to Architecture.
Harry's own stayed by forging, but branched out to making jewellery
as well, after the rings wielded such a positive result. He increased
his knowledge in cooking, baking and areas connected to it as well.
The distilling of various alcohols and the making of chocolate and
different sweets among them. Magical or mundane.
The time turner he had enabled them to do this. Giving them
eighteen hours to a full extra day. Otherwise the war and their
training would have made it impossible to learn more. Sometimes
the extra hours were just used to sleep. It was a good thing that the
use of a time-turner didn't speed up ageing after the magic of wizard
or witch stabilized on their fourteenth birthday.
The war raged for overall ten years with the muggles slowly coming
out as the victor. The wizards were pushed back until nearly all were
gone. The numbers were simply not in their favour. With magic
negating most technology the superior numbers of the muggles and
stupidity of nearly all wizard-kind evened it out again. In time more
and more small groups of wizards went into hiding, when it looked
like they were losing. After half of the time in the war it was more of a
rebellion than a war with some groups of wizards still fighting with hit
and run tactics. The muggles didn't stop to hunt them though, still
fearing the unknown and intent to eradicate it. Meanwhile Harry and
his group despite killing more enemies than anyone, searched for a
way out themselves. It simply wasn't a good world to live in for
wizards and witches. Sure they could hide behind a Fidelius charm,
but that couldn't be called living. Other than that Harry presumed
Hogwarts was still standing, but had no evidence to support that
other than that the last time he was there to pick up magical
creatures and plants for stasis and transport.
The Department of Mysteries was their groups hope. It still stood,
which was surprising, but one look at the wards indicated that these
were responsible. No one was working there anymore, but the
artefacts were still present. As they searched for something to give
them a way out other useful artefacts were looted as well, together
with all rare potion ingredients. A useful artefact was the cauldron of
plenty, which could multiply the amount of the Food, potion or elixir
made in it. The other artefacts they stole was the Goblet of Fire, it
had more uses than to simply make one immune to extreme heat
and fire and Harry intended to use them. While the Goblet of Fire
was made by wizards the Cauldron of Plenty was made by Dwarfs
and apparently cost a few barn full of gold, when the documents
were to be believed.
One other of the four elemental cauldrons the group found was the
Fountain of Youth or Well of Paradise like it is also called. It was pure
luck that they found it. This one was found in central America. It
didn't give eternal youth or immortality, that was just a myth. No, in
ancient times it was used to make land fertile. Like with the legend of
the garden Eden or the Fields of Elysium. One just had to plant it in a
suitable location like a lake or river and the water would gain certain
properties when a specific ritual is performed. Extremely valuable in
Harry's opinion. Of course it could only be used for one thing at a
time so either one made the land fertile or used it for something
different, but you couldn't use it for more than one thing. All of these
artefacts had limits naturally. The only other they haven't found was
the one representing air and no one in the group had an idea what it
could be or where.
Besides looting artefacts, the group also collected rare and powerful
potion ingredients. Re'em blood. Eggshells, ash and feathers from
Phoenixes (The tears their Animagus forms could provide). From
dragons they had blood, fat, claws and various organs, as well as
powdered horn of a Graphorn. That were only some ingredients from
magical beasts alone. The ingredients for plants took also much
space. All in all, they had a good expanded trunk full of rare and
powerful ingredients in stasis. After all the Department of Mysteries
was a research facility and that included potions research and
experimenting with ingredients. Why none of this was looted and
used by now was anyone's guess.
Other things they looted were books. They constantly expanded the
library during the war with all the places they went. Now they had the
Potter, Black, Lestrange, Malfoy libraries, the one of the chamber of
secrets, all books from the Hogwarts library and restricted section
copied, some rare books out of the Room of Lost Things. The Library
of Alexandria form when they had been in Egypt was also added to
the collection the wizards of the past having saved it. Then the books
out of the Library of Pergamon in Greece and now the one from the
Department of Mysteries, as well as on some subjects in crafting
things the muggle way. More couldn't go into the extremely
expanded trunk or it would burst. Of course one could say these
books were stolen, but Harry now knew the value of knowledge even
when he still sometimes charged in without thinking. So he tried to
preserve as much knowledge as possible. The extra magical
knowledge they got out of it wasn't bad either.
It took a while of searching, but after a week of sorting through the
mess that was the Department of Mysteries Harry found some
references to portals. It was an ancient and forgotten art, like many
things in the wizarding world. The only portal that still stood before
the war had been in Spain and connected to South America. Every
other one was destroyed and the art of making them forgotten. They
were speculated to even be able to lead to other worlds, if someone
had the magical signature and a picture of a location on said world. It
could be acquired from an once living object of the world you wanted
to travel.
The only thing that got another signature than the rest in the
department was a skull, which lay besides some weird glass-candle.
The thing was of some species none of them knew about, that gave
it at least some credibility. So after another few months of studying
the few texts on portals together the group was successful in
creating one. It was based on the same principle as apparition, when
you wanted to create one for a short amount of time. Destination,
Deliberation and Determination. The only difference was the power
required to open a portal, which most likely was the reason no
wizard in modern times could perform the feat with all the inbreeding
and dwindling power. They got a few pictures of a dense jungle out
of the skulls 'memory' and with the signature they were ready to
open a portal to their hopefully new home.
Before said portal they now stood. Everything was ready to go. All
their possession, were stored in shrunken trunks, while those were in
their pockets. In one trunk, the artefact's being his cloak, Marauders
Map, Gryffindor's sword, the Cauldron of Plenty, the Goblet of Fire,
the Well of Paradise, the Mirror of Erised, a few Time turners and the
Philosopher's Stone. The last one still only Harry knew about.
All of their wealth in one trunk with a sub-space. It held the Potter,
Black, Peverell, Lestrange and Malfoy fortunes in it. Gems, gold,
silver and other things of value, all in all being somewhere around
thirty million Galleons. As soon as they could get their money out of
Gringotts they did exactly that. And with good reason, the moment it
looked like the wizards were losing the Goblins abandoned
everything, stole the contents of every vault they could and fled
underground, leaving the wizards penniless.
Another trunk held all their ingredients for potions, potions
themselves and countless seeds for magical and mundane plants.
(The seeds were necessary in case the food in their new home was
poisonous or inedible for them). Another held various magical
beasts, like Murtlaps, Mokes, Salamanders, Occamys and other
beasts necessary for potion-ingredients and other useful materials.
They were shrunk down with a shrinking solution and held in stasis
with draught of living death. The last one held a library of all the
books they acquired.
Harry stood in his full armour before the chance to escape this world.
Behind him also in full armour his companions. In all the years spent
fighting, living and surviving with them he came to care for them all,
even Bellatrix. Once Bellatrix saw that he had no ulterior motives she
slowly changed. Maybe it was the bond, but with time she lost most
of her insanity, if she had been insane to begin with, instead of a
shield to hide behind and forget. It was clear the eldest black sister
wasn't used to being given positive feelings and affection. In time
she got as devoted to him as she had been to Voldemort. That he
gave her power, a new purpose and love only strengthened that. Or
maybe it was just all the muggles she killed, but who knows. On top
of it he returned her tiny gestures of affection, something Voldemort
never did or even could.
Narcissa was harder to get on his side than Bellatrix. After he
cornered her she literally broke down. With no way out she had to
confront her problems. It turned out that she was a victim of a love
potion in her later school years attuned to Lucius Malfoy, looking for
the money of the Blacks and Narcissa's beautiful body. The result
was that she was basically imprisoned in her own mind and couldn't
act like she wanted, to puke her guts out. Draco born out of this
couldn't feel or give love, much like Voldemort himself.
Over the years it got worse. Narcissa had to endure the rape of her
body by Lucius. In the summer before his seventh year she
managed to break free and killed her husband by setting the
vacation home on fire with the Fiendfyre spell. Unfortunately she
hadn't known her son was back and in the building. She didn't say
anything at the trial regarding her motive, because she was
ashamed. It took much support from him, Marcella and her sisters
and also therapy by a muggle psychiatrist where she went under
Poly-juice to overcome most of her issues. It was a dangerous thing
to do in the war for sure, but her mental health was more important,
though Harry also went to therapy before the whole war started, the
care of his relatives left scars on their own.
Andromeda didn't have as hard a burden as her sisters or him, but
she had her own problems to overcome. The death of her daughter
the biggest one. Like with the other two he helped her through it, in
return they gave him people who he could call loved ones and
precious people again. They were the reason he changed his name
to Black besides being the Head of House. It gave him a sense of
family. The name Potter never really meant all that much to him to
begin with when he was honest with himself.
Marcella was at the beginning just trying to seduce him, like she
apparently did with every man she wanted something from. First he
just awkwardly avoided her what she somehow took as shyness. Into
the first year of her being in the team she asked if he was gay. He
was stunned and sputtered a good while. When Harry got himself
under control again he said no, but that he had no interest in making
things between them more complicated than necessary, not to
mention his fear of being killed in his sleep despite the bond
preventing that.
So he just told her that she looked beautiful despite her slightly
ageing appearance and that he wouldn't be opposed to the idea,
when all was quieter in the world. It seemed that stunned her,
brought tears to her eyes as well. When Marcella asked how she
looked to him he describe her as well and flattering as he could. It
only brought more tears to her eyes and confused him enormously.
Despite wanting to run away she told him that all other people
including the other three only saw a stunningly beautiful woman with
seemingly no flaw. He was the first to be able to look past the illusion
she created around herself.
The Italian woman told him then that she never could get a man
when young and in school. She only noticed that they always choose
the beautiful girls and came to hate most men for their shallow
behaviour. That was the reason for killing all of her husbands as well
as creating the illusion. Somehow Marcella wanted to prove that she
could get these men, but in the end didn't loved them one bit,
knowing they only liked her for the false beauty and not for herself.
With wizarding law in place she couldn't just divorce them. So killed
them instead. The money was just a good bonus, he knew it was a
twisted reason to do this, but didn't judged her for it. Of course that
she was a foreigner and a woman didn't endear the purebloods to
her, which in turn made her more hateful towards them. Blaise
wasn't really intended to happen and after a few years she found it
funny that he was responsible for her losing everything in the end.
"Ready you four?" asked Harry the black sisters and Marcella as he
turned to look at them with a warm gaze.
"Yes Harry!" all four responded with confidence in their and his
abilities to succeed in having opened the portal correctly, escaping
into a new and hopefully better world.
Just like he came to care for them the same could be said for them.
Bellatrix thrived under his positive encouragement and didn't thought
she could live without it. Narcissa was thankful for his support like
her sisters and used him as an example to defeat her fear of men
she had in the beginning in all of this. Andromeda genuinely liked
him, that he helped them so much and seemed to know what they
needed was impressive and showed a good character. Marcella was
grateful as well for his presence and intent to take him up on the
offer of going into a relationship with him. He was the first man to
see through her illusion and still wasn't completely opposed to the
idea. The only thing giving her doubt was her and his age. She like
Bellatrix was over sixty, Narcissa and Andromeda were pushing for
that age and Harry only at the end of twenty, with twenty-seven
years.
With just a nod all fell in line and stepped through the portal into their
future. After the portal closed the hall fell silent again, leaving nothing
indicating the presence of the people from just moments before.