A/N: New Info For Dovah Series. Update 28 December 2016 – Book One feature Harry in the Morrowind Chronicle, Book Two in Oblivion Chronicle and Book Three in Skyrim Chronicle. Idea's and feedback appreciated.

Leaving It All Behind

Harry Potter was old, something he would admit with a bright twinkle in his eyes and a soft smile on his face but there would always be something laying underneath that. It was something he'd developed two hundred years ago and discovered what it was ten years after that.

He was tired, he'd lived long and prospered quite well in the world he knew and all those after it but now he didn't believe there to be anything left outside the wards of Potter Manor. Not four hundred years after the first Nuclear Missiles were launched all over the war in the final World War.

The Green Haze, as he'd liked to call it, had begun the end of all known life across the planet Earth within the first year. Wards and Enchantments held up fine to the explosive power and shockwaves the missiles and bombs created but not the nuclear radiation and fallout.

Harry stood up from his chair in his study that was filled to the brim with shelves stuffed full of magical books written by his own hand. This was the first time he'd thought about anything further than a hundred years ago and there was nothing to think about but he supposed before he left he could indulge in some nostalgia and reminiscing about before.

He'd done this a few times over the last four hundred years but not often, maybe a birthday present to himself he'd allow himself to think about such things every twenty five to fifty years or so. The Haze was prevalent at such times but it wasn't the focus every time he reminisced.

The Haze was usually a fragmented thoughts, bits of memories coming through in the beginning and at the end but in the middle of his reminiscing came everything wonderful and truly terrible in his long and interesting life.

But one thing he always thought about before slipping back into better and worse days was an ability he'd nurtured in his forced and willing isolation from the world. While people talked about having flashbacks he literally fell into a memory if it became that intense in his mind and he could slip into memories of even the most mundane things like eating breakfast.

That was one particular thing he'd taken advantage of, food obviously couldn't be grown and delivered to or bought by him so his magic sustained his body so slipping into memories of eating allowed him to remember how wonderful actual food tasted like and how it smells.

He shook his head, not wanting to dip into the slightly embarrassing memory of him discovering this, he went back to the beginning before Voldemort's Death. It was a turning point in history, it was the moment when everything was placed before him and he was shown the truth of Tom and the World.

Flashback – Hogwarts; 1998

Harry stood panting in the Stone Courtyard of Hogwarts, what was left anyway, sweating running down his brow and he was panting hard and staring at blood red eyes. Voldemort stood on the other side of the Courtyard remains sweating and panting equally as hard as the seventeen year old in front of him.

Morning had come long before and the midday sun was beating down on them and them alone, everyone else had fled the castle for Diagon Alley. The Battle of Hogwarts hadn't lasted four hours before Ha'ri and Voldemort were locked in combat with one another.

Most Death Eaters had been killed before then and the rest were picked off if they attacked or were discovered while the injured were being portkeyed or apparated to ST. Mungo's. It was a smart move, a very smart one as the magic they were throwing around had destroyed part of Hogwarts behind Harry.

The Castle that once stood large, proud and magnificent in it's glory looked the part of ruins you expected to see when thinking of a castle. Crumbling towers, falling spires of stone and mortar with rubble laying on every even and sloped area that could support the weight while bodies lay strewn about here and there.

But the two combatants looked much better than the castle with only minor injuries that they wouldn't waste magic on healing. Their magic would do it subconsciously anyway with little draw on either of them in a matter of minutes.

Harry's emerald green eyes were glowing with magic as he looked at Tom, his Holly and Phoenix Feather wand clutched tightly in his right hand with his magic flowing through his entire body like a raging torrent of water waiting to be unleashed with the desire and hunger of Fiendfyre to attack and destroy whatever he willed it to.

He could tell that Tom was exactly the same, his blood red eyes glowing with the want for death and the blood of his foe. The man's… no, Tom wasn't a man anymore but more of a creature for a lack of better term, yes, the Creature's magic was clearly flowing more fluidly from what Harry could see as it flowed through Tom's body.

It would've given him an advantage over Harry had the seventeen year old's magic not been that much more potent and powerful. Voldemort's quick magic and casting allowed him a level field with Harry's potent and strong magic, they faltered of course and got hit but gave back as much as they got.

Voldemort was at a slight disadvantage in the beginning as he'd been complacent in Harry's year on the run and underestimating the man at the beginning of the battle but that soon disappeared. Both combatants spell repertoire and magical knowledge were vast and strong within the owner's mind with obscure and old magic only seen centuries before was shown this day.

"You are fighting the wrong battle Potter, stopping me here will only bring about more Dark Lord's in the time to come!" Tom yelled at Harry as both silently agreed to hold battle for conversation. "This world is broken, Britain is broken and I am changing it! Why can fools such as you not see that?!"

"I see it Tom, I see how people suffer because of stupid laws and fear because of idiots in power but I also see a world you will make!" The glow from Harry's eyes receded into his iris's making them glow themselves instead of shining out as a glow. "A world far worse than this, you'd rule from a Throne of Ashes and be satisfied!"

Tom seethed angrily and stayed quiet but didn't initiate battle again so Harry thought on his words and his own mind. The Horcrux had been destroyed hours before and he felt himself changing, the first had been his magic blossoming into what it was now and he felt his mind free, as if a blight he'd been cursed with had been lifted.

The books Hermione had plundered from Grimmauld Place had a lot of information on Horcrux's so he had expected something of the sort but to a lesser degree. His mind had cleared a few minutes after it was destroyed but as Hagrid carried him a rush of knowledge and information flowed through him.

He didn't know if he got it from the Horcrux but he knew that he hadn't even heard a murmur of the spells he was throwing around before the battle. His perception of the world also slowed down, most likely one of the few things keeping him alive and able to dodge or defend against most of Voldemort's spells.

He never realised it before the battle but he could see everything clearly, a fog the Horcrux created had been lifted and he knew, he knew. This world was broken long before Voldemort came and it had to be fixed but not like this, he could see all the paths he could take from here after to fix the world or bring it to ruin.

He could see scenarios or moves Voldemort would make in this battle and how he could possibly defend against them or retaliate. Harry could also see in Voldemort's eyes that he knew Harry could do this, the creature wouldn't give up but he was resigned to the possible fact that he would die this day.

They snapped into action at the same time, Harry swinging his wand from its place at his right side in a upwards arc with crescent wave of fire shooting at Voldemort while said creature shot water from his wand and took control, forming it into the shape of a Basilisk.

The Water Basilisk doused most of his spell but part of it clipped Voldemort's left shoulder and his own spell wavered slightly before powering on. Harry leant backwards, his left hand holding his body up as his back arched with the spell striking the air above him before he sent a spell at Voldemort.

The spell was fast and almost invisible like most household spells but he'd turned this one lethal and Voldemort found that out when it hit his left shoulder. Scourgify was a spell that cleaned grime and dirt from anything but the caster had to have the intent to clean whatever they considered grime or dirt.

Harry focused on Voldemort's Homunculus body, considering whatever it was made from to be grime and to be cleaned. The spell ate through Voldemort's arm just before the shoulder and he cut off what little was left with a simple Diffindo before the spell could eat anymore of his body and burned the wound to stop the bleeding.

Harry dodged the water basilisk for a time before freezing it as Voldemort shunted the pain away and began throwing spells at Harry once more. He didn't put up a shield as he knew most of them could shatter such a thing so he dodged while summoning chunks of the destroyed ice basilisk to catch the spells he couldn't dodge.

Harry spun around, summoning the Sword of Gryffindor from where it lay in a pile of rubble, before throwing blinding hexes and flare spells at Voldemort. The creature shielded himself from the hexes but was forced to cover his eyes with his remaining arm to protect against the flares and it was over.

Harry had reached halfway between him and Voldemort when he defended against the hexes and jumped into the air as the arm blocked Voldemort's vision. His right arm had dropped his wand and was reared back, almost readying for a punch but the Sword flew into his open hand as it surged forwards.

It wasn't the first time he killed, nor would it be the last and he knew it should sicken him but the sound of the sword tearing flesh filled him with ecstasy actually. Voldemort's arm dropped as Harry landed with the sword plunged through his heart before Harry twisted it and a wet squelch was heard, blood spraying onto both their faces.

Voldemort was alive for a few seconds, feeling the pain before the Basilisk venom the sword had absorbed six years ago ate away at the creature's body. He knew it was wrong and he shouldn't but Harry took great joy from watching the body be eaten away by the poison with the look of horror and pain etched onto Tom's face before it was destroyed as well.

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

Harry blinked a little faster than before, the only indication that he had been in a memory for the last five minutes before a small smile graced his face. That was a great a moment, one of the happiest as he knew then he was free from Voldemort, free from the prophecy.

He moved around his study slowly as he thought after that, everyone was scared from the battle and there were wounded to take care of and the dead to bury. Harry didn't go see those in Mungo's or go to any funerals, he was dealing with the repercussions in the Wizengomet, fixing Hogwarts brick by bloody brick and coming to grips with power that swelled within him.

The Wizengomet was missing a Third, all of them Death Eaters summoned to the final battle and killed there. Dolores Umbridge, somehow the horrid thing had survived the Centaurs, was riling up a part of the Wizengomet to take the money from those killed at the battle to 'help repair and allow the Ministry to grow'.

Harry, being of legal age, had taken the Black and Potter seats and slapped the idea down and had thoroughly cowed the Wizengomet. Amelia Bones had been right beside him in the charge, still injured slightly but not enough to be out of commission, along with Amos Diggory and Augusta Longbottom.

Flashback – Wizengomet Chambers; 1998

"We need the money to help bring the Ministry back Potter!" Umbridge screeched in a voice that was disturbing and painful to everyone's ears. "He is trying to stop the Ministry, trying to stop law and the proper authority to take control!"

"The Proper Authority died when Voldemort came back and you useless idiots sat with you thumbs up your arses and did nothing!" Harry yelled back in return, his magic thrumming softly under his skin. "We have just come from war and you people are thinking of lining your closets with gold."

"Any and all money that can be claimed by right of Conquest will be used to help those who were injured. Then we will bring Magical Britain back, we will not have greedy people like you running the country."

And it was true, the old men and women who held seats looked angry for him stopping them from getting money and power but with Potter, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a few other Heads of Houses aligned against them there was nothing they could do.

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

And that was what had happened, barely a tenth of the collected money from killed Death Eater vaults was needed for the injured and half of it actually went to St. Mungo's to improve the hospital. The amount of money was staggering and Harry left everything in the care of the Goblins who would monitor it closely.

They hadn't been very welcoming when he first came and Harry chuckled softly when he remembered how they tried to behead him the first time he walked into the bank. Ragnok, the Goblin King, had wanted him dead before Harry was allowed to explain why they broke in and out of the bank.

They'd been quite understanding about why he did it and it became apparent that Horcrux's were the most disgusting thing to Goblins just as it was to Harry. He'd had to repair everything that was destroyed in his escape and get them a dragon egg, he'd gotten a Hungarian Horntail egg just to spite them a little.

He begun packing the books on the shelves, all pristine and expertly made from Black Dragon Hide, into a large trunk he'd placed on his desk. It would be a complete waste to leave all of this here despite knowing everything but there was no one else alive to find it, to rediscover magic.

The books were all quite thick, five hundred pages at least all filled out with his small calligraphy script he taken to after deciding Chicken Scratch wasn't good for him. Harry smiled at every book as he placed them into the trunk, every memory of him writing in them, making the books over three hundred years made him smile and swell with pride.

He stopped remembering when, how he made the books and what he wrote in them in favour of returning to remembering his life. It took only six months for Magical Britain to have a stable economy and for Hogwarts to open once again but Ron and Hermione weren't that satisfied.

They'd decided he'd been lonely, working to make the Wizarding World BETTER and Ron said Harry had been neglecting Ginny. This was the first event that put doubt on his friends and made Harry question their words and all their time spent together at Hogwarts.

He hadn't listened to them as he stayed within the Ministry for nearly two years, receiving meals and clothes as he lived in a tent he conjured. He spent most of his days in the Wizengomet, trying to move new laws to improve society, appoint fair and honest people to the council and repeal stupid, racist and completely sexist laws.

His nights were spent with Amelia Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks as they helped train him. They'd started two months after the battle and an incident where Harry became pissed at Umbridge enough to accidentally set her clothes on fire.

She was alive, badly burned yes, and they'd taken him under their collective wing to help him control his magic. And just as before in the battle he could see all the paths laid before him, all the choices he could make and what change they would bring.

He'd chosen what he thought the best path that would make him stronger and able to change the world more easily from its broken state. So he told them everything about the Horcrux, how he thought it drained his magic and suppressed his intelligence or some such.

They'd asked for healers from Japan and Malaysia, the two countries whose Magical Communities had the most knowledge and experience with souls. And Harry had been right to an extent, the Horcrux drained his magic but also actively supressed some magical abilities he had.

He had the potential to become an Animagus and he could speak in tongues naturally after either hearing it enough or through enough practice. It also seemed that he could naturally speak Parseltongue and didn't get that from Voldemort.

They'd discovered his magic was adaptable by nature and could change on any whim of his, from being aligned to fire to changing so he had a true affinity for healing spells or slowing his magic to give him a gifted ability in Runes and Warding.

Those two healers stayed for a while, eight months maybe, monitoring Harry's magic and his soul as he trained to become better and stronger. Of course they didn't just monitor, they'd thought that since his magic was adaptable that he could possibly absorb magical abilities from other people by melding his magic with theirs.

They were right, to an extent, the first time he tried it he didn't absorb the person magical abilities but more like devoured their magic like Fiendfyre, wanting to consume. Nobody was happier than Tonks when they tested it on one of the oldest Prisoner's in Azkaban instead of her.

The man had killed hundreds, maybe thousands of people just to live as long as he did using his power, his natural ability to directly interact with souls of the living and dead. The meld had worked fine in the beginning, Harry's magic a bit tentative before it latched on possessively and hungered as Fiendfyre did.

The worst part for Harry was that the second he got the ability, Necromante as he called it, he'd also devoured the man's soul taking his knowledge and memories. Harry knew the number of souls the man had taken intimately, the remaining years he had passing onto Harry while the man died and The-Man-Who-Won was left traumatised.

After that he put all the effort ever possible to master his magic, to become one with it and have it be part of his own soul. He also threw himself to physical exercise with the use of a time turner, he exercised for twenty four hours every time he used it before sleeping for two hours afterwards before going about the day as he did before.

He had no worry or care for his life or pushing his body too far as he used his Necromante to use the power of the stolen souls to repair his body instantly or fuel it so he never truly fatigued or became tired. He used the Time Turner twice a day, going back twenty four hours for physical exercise before sleeping for two hours afterwards.

The second time was right after he woke up and he went back twenty six hours to begin mastering his magic. It was a slow and nearly impossible task as no one had done it before and there wasn't even much hypothetical theory on the subject. So he'd meditated, learning to feel his magic before trying to command it as it flowed through his body as it always did.

Four months after the battle and the final month the Healers stayed Harry wanted to try again, Tonks was understandably scared but she did trust him. He remembered how she practically shook, his body slowing down before stopping as he slipped into another memory.

Flashback – Ministry of Magic; 1999

Harry sat cross legged in one of the Auror Training Rooms with Tonks sitting in the same position across from him. Amelia and the two Healers stood to the side, out of harm's way if something should happen and watching very closely.

"Are you sure you want me to do this Tonks, you don't have to." Harry told her, his magic thrumming and prickling his skin slightly. "I can try on someone else first if you want."

Tonks looked at the man across from her, the eighteen year old saviour of the Wizarding World and she felt her mouth dry slightly. She would always love Remus yes, love him until the day she died but he had died at the battle and unfortunately she was a woman with needs.

As a Metamorphmagus she could easily take care of such needs much easier than other woman or suppress them entirely but when she looked at Harry she could help but shift her thighs slightly as she felt her womanhood moisten while thinking of what he could do to and for her.

Everyone knew that he wasn't the same boy that went into the Battle of Hogwarts that much was obvious a single day after that but now even a blind person could see the truth. Before he was a scrawny and horribly thin seventeen year old and now…just wow.

He used to stand at a shameful 5"3 but now he'd grow in the last ten months to a proud 6"7 that towered over most with his head coming up to Hagrid's chin. His face used to have some cute charm to it with bare amounts of baby fat clinging to his cheeks but that had all disappeared.

Now he had a strong and square jaw that jutted out slightly with his skin stretching only in the slightest and without making him even a bit gauntly. His cheekbones had raised slightly while his eyes became more angular with somewhat thin/thick lips that almost begged Tonks to kiss them.

Those emerald orbs that look at her practically shone with controlled power and certain emotions, happiness for her trust in him at the moment and freedom. His skin had paled slightly, not quite paper white but he was now considered an albino, something that was quite rare in the Wizarding World.

He'd grown his hair out at Tonks suggestion and now it frame his face quite nicely, covering his forehead completely while bangs flowed on either side of his face. The hair on the side of his head obscured his ears completely but she knew they'd flattened slightly towards his head, there wasn't even an indication that he had ears underneath the hair.

He'd grown his hair so it reached just barely past his shoulders, except for that covering his forehead, and each strand was barely a wisp of it, so thin yet not so easily move by wind or movement. His hair was darker than the blackest night and seemed to have a… smoky quality to them, the way it moved if it did reminded her of that.

He still wore his glasses but now the rims holding the lenses were as black as his hair and made from Black Mithril and the lenses made from Crystal Diamond. He didn't need glasses anymore as his magic corrected the flaws of his eyesight and enhanced it with a few abilities but he liked them, liked the feeling of them resting on the bridge of his nose…plus he'd enchanted them as well.

He now had a thick neck that was proportional to his body with broad shoulder and a body…that body was just perfect in the eyes of Tonks and the girl was certain she'd seen Amelia eyeing Harry a few times.

His body was just pure muscle from his neck down to his toes, hard, rippling muscles that Harry had no problem showing off. It wasn't as much muscles as those hideous body builders but it was still quite big and she could see the compressed and corded muscles, tense yet relaxed.

His biceps were nearly as her head while his pec's and ab's could be seen in outlining on his tight black shirt along with his eight pack. His legs, Tonks just wanted to curl up in his lap and fell the hard muscles beneath him, feel the power and potential they held.

From the few times she'd either seen him topless or accidently naked she could say that never in history was there a man so ripped…or hung like he was. His muscles looked like they were carved from solid steel or granite and his dick, it wasn't that he was giant like those people who enlarged theirs into monstrosities but the way it hung, its solid five inch soft length and nine inch hard, with a two and a half inch girth sent shivers down her spine every time she thought about it.

She took her time to look over his body again and licked her lips, Harry taking her silence as thinking about what he had told her. Today he wore a black skin tight shirt with sleeves that went halfway down his upper arm, barely baggy running pants and black combat boots with steel toes and buckles.

Another thing was his voice, when he was in Hogwarts it was strong and unwavering but now it was stronger, dominating even but was as smooth and pleasing as velvet silk. It sent pleasant shivers down her back every time she heard it, wanting nothing more than to hear it again afterwards.

"No, I said I'd do it and I trust you Harry." She said after shaking her head slightly, her baby blue hair becoming her normal bubble-gum pink as she did so. "I'm ready."

"Hold your right arm out." Harry told her gently and she did so, Harry lifting his right arm himself before clasping it against Tonks arm. His hand tightly held Tonks forearm, halfway to the elbow, while she did the same with hers and felt his magic thrumming underneath his skin, waiting to be used.

Her body was filled with a euphoric feeling that began at her forearm where Harry's hand gripped it and she felt herself become even wetter. Her eyes slid closed, the girl revelling in pleasure Harry was giving her while his magic slowly and carefully spread through her body before it began concentrating itself just above her core where she guessed her Magical Core was.

She felt her magic gently being pulled from her Core while her physical core practically twitched and convulsed with pleasure and she came with a groan. Luckily, despite wearing a barely there thong, her juices didn't make a noise as it wet the jeans she wore underneath her robes.

Through her half lidded eyes she was pretty sure she saw a small smile on Harry's face, he clearly knew what she felt and what happened. Despite that he focused on the process, gently and carefully drawing out large amounts of her magic and having it pulled into his body by his own magic and spreading it throughout his body.

Her Magical Core was nearly empty as he retracted his magic, leaving a wisp of it within her Magical core and her own physical core. He gently released his grip on Tonks's arm but she didn't and fell forwards when he tried to pull his arm back.

Gently Harry caught the girl and let her rest her head on his shoulder, soft moans and groans coming from her in a half-lucid state. Amelia was there two seconds later with the healers and the Healer's caught the smell of female juices while Amelia remained oblivious to it.

"Is she alright, what happened?" The Head of the DMLE asked, while Harry shifted Tonks in his grip and stood up as he supported her. She had her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist trying and failing to dry hump him due to the pleasure she had felt while he held her up by her thighs.

"She's fine, I just took too much magic for her to be lucid or coherent." Harry told her and pinched Tonks thigh when she began nibbling on his neck, she stopped for now. "Where can I lay here down?"

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

That one was definantly a Patronus memory, Tonks had been slightly peeved that he'd done that but she had begun teaching him because of it. It was clear he wouldn't lose control of any transformation with his will and power but he didn't know how to change that much.

She taught him how to, teaching him about the Human Body and all the different aspects of it for four hours a day but each last half hour was spent teaching him something different. He never had much experience with females in general so she taught him everything he needed to know and even things he didn't but things she wanted him to know as well.

Shed begin with foreplay, teaching him about sex and all the sexual points that could exist on any woman. It wasn't a relationship but more of two extremely close friends helping one another and having fun, they could still function without it and in the outside world but they preferred not to.

For the first week Harry was taught everything, not getting pleasure himself unless he could pleasure Tonks without his magic. She taught him everything, from pure sex, anal and vaginal, to how to make a woman orgasm from just light touching and kissing.

She had obviously made it harder by numbing her nerves and pleasure areas but this only made him better and when she didn't numb them he was like a god in bed. Harry used his Metamorph powers to stop his erection as he remembered this, the pleasure and memory was great but getting a boner after reliving it was quite annoying.

He remembered how in their post-sex cuddles she would teach him about the mind of a woman, teaching him how to understand women and know what they felt and how to deal with it or react without insulting them or making it worse.

It had gone on for two years as she trained him and he trained to become an Animagus before they were satisfied. They were as close as any two friends could ever get but Harry wanted to focus on his power and growing stronger and Tonks understood, one thing he knew though was that she would only ever be satisfied with him ever again.

He'd gone to registered Animagus's that survived the war and absorbed part of their magic, but he didn't forget to continue to train his Metamorphmagus powers. Before he even tried his Animagus transformation he perfected and mastered his body and his Metamorphmagus powers.

Tonks was so proud of him, surpassing her own skills with the ability and being able to morph his body into almost any humanoid creature. It also meant that any humanoid creature he could morph into was reclassified as a Humanoid from its previous title which was mostly animal or creature.

Goblins, trolls, giants, garden gnomes and a few others came into new rights and powers as laws were passed. Things he couldn't morph into were either really Animals or part animal like a Werewolf or a Sphinx, as sentient as they might be it was still a fact they were animals.

Harry stopped packing the books into the trunk as he picked up one that directly connected to his thoughts and smiled at the white title on the black cover. Magical Animal Rights and Laws by H.J. Potter.

He'd gotten this written up a month after he'd become what he called a Shif-Tren, it wasn't a name derived from anything but when he named it, then everyone knew the power it held. It didn't come from another language, it was a name he'd spoken and it was his, the only Shif-Tren in existence.

He'd remembered what word he wanted it to mean, what word in English it was and what definition it would have.

Shif-Tren

Morpher; A Magical being, witch or wizard, with the ability to perfectly shift their body into any desired humanoid form using their natural Metamorphmagus Ability through force of will and desire.

He'd trained Tonks but her magic hadn't been fluid and adaptable enough to become a Shif-Tren until he'd infused some of his into her. She hadn't reached his level, able to Shift into any Humanoid but enough that she became the second Shif-Tren.

Harry's nostalgic smile turned into a frown as he remembered the year after that, he hadn't been able to turn into an Animagus yet because he'd absorbed magic from people who were Animagus's and his magic couldn't choose a form and he wanted to be able to be any form he wanted.

That year the transformation had been put out of his mind when he learnt the truth of Dumbledore, the old man who had his fingers in all the pies. McGonagall had given him Dumbledore's journal she found in a secret drawer in his old desk, thinking that Albus would've wanted him to have it.

The old man certainly didn't want this to fall into Harry's hands if what was written inside was even remotely true. Everything Dumbledore had ever done, notes on rituals and plans about him, Voldemort and almost every aspect of Harry's life was laid to bare within those parchment pages.

He'd cut ties with quite a few people that week, starting with Hermione and the Weasleys once he knew the truth about them. The Weasleys were part of the plan, Mrs. Weasley was paid to help guide him, care for him and keep him firmly under Dumbledore's thumb and was his spy on Harry.

Ron was paid to be Harry's friend, to chase away everyone else who wanted to be his friend and made sure he was lazy and unmotivated. Hermione wasn't originally part of the plan but with her worship of authority figures she became another spy for Albus and was paid in rare and obscure books to study from.

Harry sighed as he continued to remember this, packing books as he did so and using magic to numb the emotions so he didn't accidentally destroy anything. Ginny had been the worst, she was paid with the promise of being his wife by using Amortentia and it had almost worked, if he hadn't wanted to change the Wizarding World he would've been caught by the potion.

He didn't see them much anyway after the war, he'd seen them maybe twice, so it wasn't hard to cut off complete contact with them. Dobby, his new House-Elf, read through any letter that came to Harry and if it was from Hermione or the Weasleys it was burnt to ashes.

Flashback – Ministry of Magic; 2000

Harry stood, happily greeting guests, at the entrance to the Ministry Ball Room for the Yule Ball Minister Bones decided to hold this year. He knew it was to ease him into socializing with people again and he appreciated the gesture but not the way he was manipulated into it, too much like Albus.

He'd told her that before she went in and she looked ashamed, not knowing she'd tried to manipulate him but she was his friend and didn't mean to. Tonks had her arm looped through his as she wore a stunning purple/pink dress that had a slit on the left side from the middle of her thigh, exposing her sexy leg.

The dress also made her breasts more prominent and exposed a fair amount of cleavage that had a few people staring but they stopped when they saw whose arm she was on. Harry looked impeccable and quite intimidating in a suit as black as his hair with a crimson necktie, while he still wore his combat boots.

They weren't out of place or that noticeable with a dull shine to them and matched the rest of his outfit quite nicely. Despite the war being nearly three years past both had wand holsters on their forearms, Tonks a Ukrainian Ironbelly hide Holster on the bottom of her right forearm that was disillusioned.

Harry himself had two, one on the bottom of each forearm, both made from Hungarian Horntail hide as the one on his right forearm had his Holly and Phoenix Feather wand in it while the one on his left forearm held the Elder Wand he'd claimed from Voldemort.

Everyone inside stopped talking and looked at Minister Bones as she stood behind a podium at the back of the Ball room with a light on her. Harry took this as their cue and the doors swung close silently while he and Tonks walked further into the Ball room, her high heels making soft taps on the oak wood flooring.

"I would like to thank everyone who managed to come tonight and I would like to propose a toast before we begin." Amelia said as the Ministry House Elves walked around in their uniforms carrying trays of champagne glasses. "I would like to thank a man who without nobody would be here tonight."

"Not only him but I would also like to thank his teachers and his friends, one of which who is here with him tonight." She took her own glass from the House Elf who offered while her voice was carried throughout the room by a Sonorous Charm. "I would like to thank his teachers, Minerva, Fillius, Pomona and Albus."

Harry's eyes narrowed when he heard the old goat's name but Amelia didn't know what he did so she was not at fault. "I would like to thank the students of Hogwarts that fought, who got their injured to St. Mungo's and also made sure those that did, did not die in vain."

"But most importantly I would like to thank the man himself and his closest friend. Harry James Potter and Nymphadora Tonks, thank you for never giving up and making Magical Britain something everyone can be proud of." Amelia raised her glass and everyone else did as well, turning to look at the pair.

Tonks blushed at being called by her first name and the attention while Harry handled it rather well, raising his glass to the Minister and giving her a bright smile. Everyone took large sips of their champagne, Tonks only took a small sip while mumbling softly.

"Hey Harry!" a voice yelled half an hour later and Harry's somewhat dainty grip on the champagne glass tightened while most of his body stiffened unnoticeably. "There you are, we've been looking all over for you."

Harry turned around along with Tonks, his free hand resting comfortably on the small of her back at the bottom of the opening in the dress that exposed her whole back while she rested her arm on his left shoulder blade with her hand holding his shoulder gently.

They turned to see Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger standing behind them, the bushy haired girl wearing a navy blue dress that sparkled while Ron wore a suit. The dress Hermione wore was like Tonks's but had sleeves with a slit on the top and bottom but was slit connected at the wrists with only the upper back exposed.

It sparkled in the light as she moved and she held one of those tablet like muggle purses he assumed were made for this such event. She wore matching heels that could be seen as her dress didn't cover them as one side reached her lower calf and the other was higher, cutting down towards the first diagonally.

Ron himself wore a grey type suit with a golden tie and Harry spotted platinum cuff links on the suit by his wrists that had a lion crest on it. All in all the money Dumbledore gave them seemed to amount to quite a lot, he knew Hermione's dress was worth five hundred and sixty galleons as Tonks looked at it when trying to find her dress and Ron's suit looked like it cost maybe four hundred and twenty Galleons.

"Mr. Weasley, Miss Gr…" Harry paused as he looked at the tablet purse in her right hand again and saw a Mithril ring resting upon her ring finger. "Mrs. Weasley, a pleasure to see you this evening."

"C'mon Harry, we haven't seen you in a long ti…" Ron stopped as he tried to clap a hand on Harry's right shoulder only for the man to let go of his champagne glass and block Weasleys hand with the back of his own while the champagne glass floated in the air.

"I'm afraid that I must please ask you not to touch me or make sudden moves in my presence Mr. Weasley, my magic is quite volatile at the moment and I do not wish to cause anyone injury." Ice cold emerald eyes looked at Ron with absolute loathing and hatred but also apathy.

"Harry, we've been worried about you." Hermione said taking a step forwards but a narrowing of his eyes made it clear he wanted her no closer than she already was. "You've been in the Ministry for the last three years, Ginny misses you and I doubt you've had a home cooked meal in a long time."

"Your concern is not needed Mrs. Weasley and I do not believe that what food I eat is any of your concern." Hermione was wide eyed with shock and Ron seemed to be going red slightly. "And I'm afraid you are either mistaken or lying about whether or not Miss Ginevra misses me as I saw her playing rabbits with an Auror last week, I believe you know Mister Dean Thomas, he was reprimanded and suspended for vulgar activity while on the job."

Ron's face turned bright red and he opened his mouth to yell at Harry, nearby wizards and witches taking notice. As Ron worked up the breath to yell Harry took a sip of his champagne before looking back at the married couple.

"Please Mister Weasley, it would be unseemly for one such as yourself to lose you temper at a fine event such as this." Tonks was biting her tongue to stop from laughing and used her Metamorphmagus power to lock her jaw muscles tight. "I apologize but I must ask, your clothing seem quite exquisite, may I ask what your jobs are that you can spend so much on a single item of clothing you may not wear again?"

Harry knew exactly what their jobs were and they couldn't have scrounged enough in ten years to buy such clothing, no the money they used was given to them by Dumbledore after being stolen from Harry's trust vault for as long as the old man was alive.

More people began taking notice as Ron was fuming and becoming a slight purple colour while Hermione stayed silent, trying to think of a valid reason but their silence was enough for everyone to know something was foul with them.

"Ah, I see. Before I leave I'm afraid I was asked to give this to you when I saw you next." He reached into his suits jacket after leaving the champagne glass floating again and gave Hermione a thin envelope. "Goblin King Ragnok expressed his need to see you urgently and told me that it would please him greatly to see you within the week."

"Come dear, Amelia said she wanted to speak with you earlier." Tonks said and Harry allowed her to lead him away after grabbing his champagne glass. "What was in the envelope?"

"A statement of debt against House Weasley from House Potter for monies stolen." He told her with a smirk and she smiled, squeezing his shoulder slightly. "Now come, I believe this wonderful evening is in our honour."

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

It was after that, that he'd become an Auror and six months later Head of the Department of Law Enforcement. He liked it, when he was behind the desk he was in control of everything, the safety of Wizarding Britain was his to decide and he did his damn best to protect everyone.

There were two things that everyone in the department knew after he took over and if depended on what happened to decide which of the two things would happen. If Harry himself went out into the field then his foes were better of fighting the Devil and if he went to interrogation, answers came out while a mad husk was left in their wake.

Harry smiled as he remembered that, he knew back then they were utterly terrified of him and any would be Dark Lords knew they wouldn't survive five minutes against him. He protected Magical Britain not at the cost of anyone but himself, he sold his humanity to keep them safe.

Tonks, his loving, beautiful sister, saw how he was right, how he protected them all and wanted to learn from him. He taught her everything she needed to know and it was one simple thing, a single idea to live by that would keep everyone safe.

Do what you must and don't care what others believe.

She'd become top Auror two years later and he gave her the title of Head of the DMLE before planning his world tour. His friends helped him, friends he'd made those last few years like Neville, Luna, Susan, Gabrielle, Astoria and of course Tonks was there as well.

Gabrielle, Astoria and Luna had all travelled a lot so they told him all the interesting places he could and did go to. He remembered how Gabrielle had even been kind enough to let him absorb most of her magic, her allure and other Veela abilities he got before teaching him how to use them.

She of course retained her own powers and her magic returned just like Tonks's had after two months and at the end of the third month Harry was away from Britain, traveling. He'd plotted a course all around the world through almost every country with the help of the others.

He remembered the route perfectly, an eidetic memory had also come with the removal of the Horcrux and he was ever so thankful for it. He gone through half of Africa before bouncing to Russia, then Japan and all of Indonesia and Oceania before moving to South America.

He started at the very bottom before going up, picking up languages almost as easy as breathing and learning new things of magic and the world around him. After that he'd bounced back through the rest of Africa before exploring North America and any place in Europe he'd never been to.

Ten years he'd spent abroad, drinking, learning, having fun and even getting thrown into magical and muggle prison a few times. When he returned he knew more about every culture in the world than all historians, he knew every language there was to know and his magical knowledge had vastly expanded.

He smiled, closing the trunk as he finished packing the books, parchment, quill and ink as he remembered the day he returned to Magical Britain. Under the guidance of Amelia, Tonks and the fair and noble Wizengomet Council the country had flourished and Hogwarts had grown as well.

The school had apparently managed to get a few children to come study abroad with their parent's permission and the school borders had grown. When he went to the school to see how it was doing he couldn't believe how small the First years were and how much it had improved.

The whole of Magical Britain hadn't changed that much, it hadn't advanced a lot but it hadn't become broken in his absence. The next five years were monotonous compared to the previous ten but he spent them with friends and taught at Hogwarts for two of those years.

After that it was the last hundred years of the world that they were living in but nobody knew that yet. Harry smiled sadly as he picked up the trunk and walked through the house, walking towards his…experiment, work and storage rooms.

He stood there before the trunk and let his magic begin packing items into their correct places in the compartments of the trunk as he slipped back into a memory. It was one of his greatest memories and it started simply in a place that was The Leaky Cauldron.

Flashback – The Leaky Cauldron; 2016

Harry sat at a booth that was in one of the corners of the Leaky Cauldron as he ate a late lunch by himself. He always ate late lunches here because of his fame but surprisingly it wasn't as bad as it was when he was younger.

Harry had two theories as to why that was and both were quite entertaining from his point of view, Tonks thought so as well when he told her a month ago. The first was that he had shown them that he wasn't some great being but shown he was human, human like them but with the power to make a difference.

The second theory was that he was a godly entity, one of immense power and will that could save or raze the world in an instant. The first made him more approachable and not that much of a great being as before while the second made approaching him seem horrifying and made them scared of angering him.

'The second one sounds a lot better.' Harry thought as he chewed on a piece of fried fish thoughtfully. 'It's nice to have people fear me and have power over them, even if it is marginal at best and superficial at worst.'

He took another bite of his fish and smiled as he felt the oily food move around his mouth as he chewed. As he did so he looked down at his body and smirked, truly Harry wasn't vain or one for vanity but he really loved his body and how he'd gotten it to this point.

His body, if possible, had gotten stronger and harder over the past twenty years and actually felt like and were as strong as solid metal or granite. One man had found that out the hard way when he tried to attack Harry in Scandinavia in a drunken rage.

Harry ate another piece of fish and a few chips before his train of thought was broken when someone sat down next to him. "Hello Harry, how is your day?" Luna asked in her bubbly voice while wearing an aloof expression before stealing one of his chips. "I haven't seen Nargles around you in a long time."

"You've got a few Wrackspurts floating around your head Luna." He replied with a smile making her look down at her lap with a blush and smile while absentmindedly moving a long strand of hair behind her right ear. "What's brings you to my little corner of the Cauldron?"

She giggled softly and Harry smiled as he watched her, seeing her long blond curls bounce slightly as she did so. Out of all his friends, besides Tonks, he was closest to Luna and they spoke to one another about everything and could pour out their troubles to each other and have a shoulder to cry on if need be.

Luna was the one that did most of the crying though, recounting her earlier years at Hogwarts and admitting what she felt at that time. Harry himself was mostly apathetic towards his childhood and Hogwarts years, he wouldn't go out of his way to harm the Dursleys but he wouldn't save them if he could either.

Luna stole another chip from his plate as he observed the girl, taking in her figure just like he did every time they met or got together. He would be lying if he said he didn't have some sort of budding feelings for Luna or that he might have a bit of a perverted side to himself.

The Ravenclaw Alumni looked particularly sexy this morning as she sat next to him nibbling on the pilfered chip. Her pale blond hair that used to reach her shoulder blades in school was now long enough for the tips to hang as far down as her knees while it had become even paler, her hair tinged with just enough blond for it to be a single shade away from pure white.

She'd also grown a bit in height from their school days, not enough to be as tall as him but enough for her to be just an inch or two shorter. Just like him everyone else considered her quite tall while for her and Harry their height was the norm and everyone else was short.

He could see her muscles through her tight clothing and he appreciated them quite a bit, they were like his somewhat. Strong as steel and hard as rock but not as big or clearly noticeable as his unless you were looking for them and knew they were there.

His eyes lingered on her chest, and a better pair of boobs he'd never seen before. Luna was large, maybe a D or Double D cup size and the best part was from what he could see they needed no support, they were perky and looked quite supple.

That beautiful bosom was covered by the tight and bright teal coloured shirt with sleeves barely coming past her shoulders. Despite her muscles Harry could still see how somewhat dainty Luna's arms and hands looked, her nails polished and having a deep Emerald green colour.

She wore a pure white pair of skinny jeans that did wonders to emphasis her sexy thighs and bubble butt that Harry always took notice of. Luna wasn't the type to care about heels so she always made a point to wear sneakers or flat shoes, today it was a pair of jade green converse sneakers.

Rounding off her outfit were the fingerless gloves covering her hands that were pure white like her jeans and had holes in certain places. There was a circle hole on the back of them opposite the palm, exposing the majority of the back of her hand while there were smaller holes, one of each knuckle where the finger met the hand excluding the thumb.

"I wanted to ask you something Harry." Luna said and he noticed she seemed somewhat nervous. "George is closing Weasley Wizard Wheezes and he's willing to sell the property to me so I wanted to know if you'd like to buy it with me?"

"I already have enough money to buy it and I know what I want to do with a store of my own but I wanted to ask if you wanted to buy it with me?" Harry's eyes widened slightly as he took in her blush, her nervous eyes as she looked hopefully at him and the way she played with the gloves she wore.

"I-I…" His brain stalled as he looked at Luna and processed what she meant and what she wanted before gently taking one of her hands and entwining their fingers as he held it. "I think I'd like that a lot."

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

Harry sighed in happiness as he came from the memory but the sigh also contained defeat, knowing what would come next. True, the next twenty five years of his life that he spent with Luna were the best he ever had but it came to an end all too soon for him.

He remembered how he'd decided to run for Minister after they had been dating for two years and running their store for two and a half years. Amelia had been looking to retire and even with the store, the Wizengomet and his own training Harry still had a lot of free time left to him.

He focused on remembering the store as the Rune Section of the trunk was filled with books, engraving tables, engraving plates, brushes, ink and parchment. He remembered how despite Luna said she knew what she wanted to do with the store how they discussed and changed ideas as he watched potions and ingredients were now packed.

Luna originally wanted to start a clothing store, selling every kind of muggle clothing that all wizards were now adopting. He'd convinced her to change it slightly, selling most casual wear and some formal clothing but also selling duelling clothing and armour.

They married after six years of dating and Harry let a tear roll down his cheek as he remembered that day, the happiest and most wonderful day of his entire life. The day was perfect, all their friends had been invited and the ceremony was held in Italy, in the Vatican Church.

The Pope of Italy had actually insisted that they have their wedding there after hearing that Harry Potter had proposed to his girlfriend of six years. He wasn't all that surprised as he remembered the feeling when he read the letter, he had helped Italy some years ago and the news of his engagement wasn't exactly a state secret.

Flashback – Vatican Church; 2022

Harry stood at the end of the Church, past the wire wall with stone and mortar pillars on a platform one foot above the ground that had a step leading up it. The entire wall he had his back to was completely painted from the floor to the ceiling but he didn't take note of what was painted.

Oh no, he took note of it in the back of his mind despite all his anxious energy and slight fear for what was to come. He could tell exactly when each brush stroke was made, how many there were in each painting and who had painted what.

He'd actually focused on the painting, the architecture and the windows every time he came here for the month prior to plan the wedding with Luna. But right now his conscious mind was in turmoil, not knowing what to really expect, hoping he wouldn't mess something up and fearing that he would mess something up.

Letting out a sigh Harry cleared his head before looking around once more and admiring the beauty of the building he was to be wed in. Truly this was one of the most beautiful buildings in the world, a representation of the creative ingenuity and imagination of humans.

The patterned and lightly stained windows brightened the entire Church, making everything brighter while bringing out the colour in the paintings even more. And that said nothing of the magic currently rushing through and underneath the Entire Vatican, the centre of the world.

The way all the Ley Lines converged in the one large spot, dumping and taking magic from this place at such a blistering speed was giving him a buzz not unlike that from a few shots of Firewhiskey, the buzz of magic in the back of his head giving him quite a euphoric feeling while his own magic melded with the Ley Lines Magic, sharing magic, taking and giving, expanding his core.

It was actually quite dangerous for any being with magic to spend an extended amount of time within the Vatican, it was why only the most powerful magical creatures were found in Rome and why there were so little Witches and Warlocks in Rome as well.

Harry had no such qualms or problems as the magic flooded and exited his body and core at a rate fast enough to rend another Warlock's magic and body. His core was expanding and compressing quite dangerously but as his magic was adaptable by nature it did nothing but empower him and make him feel like he was quite possibly high, drunk or both.

Harry looked down at himself, checking for the third time that his clothing was right and nothing was out of place or embarrassing. It might be a little late to fix something and not be embarrassed as he did so as everything had already been seated and watching him for five minutes now.

He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, at least he hoped so, that wasn't an off black like muggle ones but pure black that tried to absorb the sunlight that poured in through the high windows. The long silk white shirt he had on underneath was the opposite, the visible areas such as the cuffs and the chest repelled the light, making it seem brighter.

His cufflinks for his shirt were made from Platinum with a gold plating finish that came in the form of electronic like lines spreading over the stronger metal. The flat face of the cufflinks had the mark of the Deathly Hallows carved into the metal and filled with obsidian stone.

The shoes he wore were made from Hungarian Horntail Leather and had been shined until they could pass for a pair of mirrors. They didn't end in a flat point or a plain point like other shoes like it but curved like everyday shoes or his combat boots but were small enough to be considered formal.

He wasn't religious, absolutely no Witch or Warlock was, but he had a red length of velvet silk fabric went around his neck, covering the tops of his shoulder and slightly past the shoulder onto his arms, before being joined in the middle of his chest just under his throat by a metal clasp. The clasp itself was in the shape of a medium size cross with the width of the 'arms' being half an inch, the length for the vertical 'arm' being five inches and the horizontal 'arm' being three inches and placed an inch and a half on the vertical 'arm' from the top.

This was apparently a piece of traditional/ceremonial clothing that everyone wore when married in the Vatican Church, though it was mainly the current Pope at any given time that was usually married within the Vatican Church.

The Pope that was to be married had two choices, have it commissioned or make it themselves and Harry had actually been the first to make it himself and only have the materials commissioned. Harry himself thought it was because the Pope getting married either didn't have the skill or didn't believe he could make something that would represent the Vatican and its religion properly.

Across the Mithril Metal Cross were curving and crossing lines that looked like vines or cracks with slight indents on the lines making them seem like thorns. The thorn like lines were actually Elvish Runes that he'd carved into the cross when he decided something like this should have it's own power or give someone power when they wore it.

Most runes were protective, designed to protect the wearer against blunt and sharp forces while letting them know when someone who wished them harm was nearby. Some were also designed to ward off Magical Creatures such as vampires and werewolves while one healed any injury the wearer might sustain.

Woven into the red velvet silk with purple thread were more Elvish Runes, this time looking more like flowers instead of thorny vines. These let a person use the Ambient magic around the world to heal, to smite or to protect but only if the will was strong enough and the need great enough.

This simple piece of ceremonial clothing could turn someone into the second coming of Christ and with the impervious charm he cast on it there was little chance of it being damaged. Even despite the charm he'd woven self-repair Runes into the velvet silk and carved one into the cross just in case.

He refused to have make-up put on his face by the 'specialists' or whatever they were called before the he walked into the Vatican Church. His hair hadn't changed at all in the previous years, still as pitch black as before and each strand as thin with the mass still retaining the smoke like quality.

Seeing nothing out of place Harry turned his attention to the guests, the Church wasn't full by any means but it was close to empty either. His and Luna's circle of friends was of a moderate size, hand-picked friends who they knew would never betray or hurt them.

They filled up maybe two rows by themselves, ten friends from his current count and he smiled at all of them as he looked at them one by one. Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Astoria Greengrass, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, Parvati and Padma Patil and Viktor Delacour.

Each of them smiled back at him and not for the first time he realized that his circle of friends was completely dominated by women. He didn't mind and the girls didn't seem to mind either, he'd always shied away from manly companionship as he felt more comfortable around females.

His eyes roved over them again, discreetly this time as he remembered things he deemed quite important about his friend's history since the end of the war. Alicia and Katie were quite involved in what was deemed a 'scandalous' affair and had been engaged for the last two months.

Neville had begun teaching at Hogwarts four years ago while dating Susan who had become a barrister and was quite successful. Astoria and Gabrielle were another two involved in a 'scandalous' affair but in most people eyes it was far worse as Tonks was included as well.

The fact that three women were dating one another had almost been enough to send heads spinning in the Wizarding World, without even thinking of the age difference. Parvati and Padma were too involved in their business to care much about their love life, having started the shipping and trading empire seven years ago.

His eyes landed on his final pair of friends, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Delacour had been married for the last ten years and little four year old Ana Delacour sat in her mother's lap waving at him. Harry waved back making the toddler giggle before she began talking with her mother.

Actually, now that Harry looked over the church seating area again it was almost completely filled with Christian Acolytes, Priests and Fathers, maybe his circle of friends was a little small? He smiled to himself, brushing off that fact and looking at the scribes, they were recording this historic event and a few reporters were present as well.

He looked to the Pope that stood in the middle of the small platform elevation and the man nodded, for what Harry didn't know but he gave a small smile either way. Pope Sixtus IV was an old man with many wrinkles on his face and a somewhat frail body that had lived for over sixty years.

His head shot to the doorway to the Vatican Church as it creaked open and bells soon rung in the distance while music played from a hidden piano. His eyes widened marginally and his mouth hung open the slightest bit when he saw his beautiful wife to be walk…practically glide down the aisle.

She wore a pure white dress with some light ice blue accents and shades on it that blended nicely and caught the light as she moved forwards. The lower part of the dress as long and flowing, the material shimmering as it flowed and twisted in an invisible wind behind her.

The dress had no straps and began just below her shoulders but about an inch above her breasts, showing no cleavage at all. Instead of detracting from her figure, the dress enhanced it as the tight material hugged her body tight enough to hide almost everything but at the same time leave little to imagination.

The top of the dress was tight against her upper body and stayed that way until it reached her hips where it flared out and became a lot wider. The front of the dress stayed close to her legs along with the sides but the back went on for another meter, sliding along the red carpet she walked on.

Her hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of barely blond white water before stopping at the back of her knees while the tips curled slightly. Harry could see that his wife to be had also refused to have make-up put on her face, yet despite that her pale skin shimmered slightly in the sunlight.

Harry gave her a smile, looking her in the eyes he pushed all the love he felt and care for her through a Legilimancy probe and she smiled back at him, doing the same. He took a step forward, holding out a hand for Luna which she took before walking up the steps to the raised platform.

When her hand touched his Harry's magic flooded her body, pooling into every part of her body, wrapping around her magical core before invading it as well and expanding it. Her eyes glassed over the slightest bit as it happened and her knees buckle slightly underneath her dress.

Despite that it didn't show in her movements and her smile only widened, becoming more joyful and happy as she stood next to Harry, holding his hand. "You look beautiful." Harry whispered to her and gave her a soft kiss as he felt her own magic flood his body.

The Pope began the ceremony, his old and wise voice easily carrying throughout the room but Harry barely listened to what the man was saying. He was too busy happily staring into the eyes of his wife, revelling in the feeling of their love and happiness as they held each other's hands and she did the same.

They could speak to one another mentally but there was no need for words, they stood like that with their magic flowing through one another for half an hour as the Pope continued with the Ceremony and their friends looked at them, happy for them both.

"If there is anyone that stands against the union of these two souls speak now or forever hold your peace." Sixtus intoned and the entire room was silent except for the scratching of fountain pens while Harry and Luna's magic thrummed a little faster.

"I believe you have your own vows?" The minute of silence was broken by that short sentence and both of them nodded.

"I, Harry James Potter, do take Luna Lovegood to be my wife and bonded in health and in sickness, in riches and poverty, in life and in death. For as long as I live, I will be faithful to her and love her with all my heart, so mote it be." His magic tightened in both their bodies, binding him to the vow while waiting for the other half while Luna slipped the ring onto his finger.

"I, Luna Lovegood, do take Harry James Potter to be my husband in life and death, to love and to hold, to keep and protect, to give and to take. For as long I live, I will be faithful to him and love him with all my heart, so mote it be." Her own magic tightened, levelling with Harry's as it bound her as well and the oath was bound to their souls as Harry slipped the other ring onto Luna's finger.

The ambient magic swirled around them in a spherical cone while their own magic burst from their bodies to join in the swirling. A strong wind picked up, whipping past everyone close to them and messing up everyone's hair before it burst away from them and expanded.

The scribes held on tightly to their scrolls and pens while little Ana only wiggled as the wind swept past her and messed up her golden hair. In the middle the bound couple was kissing with as much passion and love as they could muster, ignorant of the anything that didn't concern them.

The kissed lasted for several minutes, Luna with her arms around Harry's neck while his rested on her firm bubble butt that he was squeezing. When they parted the two stared into each other's eyes before the wind died down and the only evidence that it had happened was ruffled clothing and swinging lamps.

Luna blushed and buried her face into Harry's chest with her eyes pointed away from the people as they stood up and cheered for them. He himself merely drew his new wife closer, hugging her tightly and kissed the top of her head before resting his own on hers.

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

Picking up his trunk again Harry moved towards the last room of the house, his clothing having been packed earlier, and placed it in the middle of the room. He stopped as the torch light shone onto the ring on his right hand, the middle finger adorned with an elegant yet simple ring.

It filled him with pure happiness and horrifying pain every time he looked at it, remembering the wonderful time he had with Luna and how cruelly it was taken away. He slowly twisted it around his finger, all the weapons, armour and similar items in the room packing themselves into the trunk.

The ring itself couldn't really be classed as a ring really, it was more alike a finger covering or a type of finger claw. Luna had suggested it after he'd mastered his Animagi Transformation, she'd designed it after the form that was the most attuned to his magic and was the strongest.

His ring finger was covered by an item that resembled the fingers of a metal gauntlet but was in segments with the underside slightly open. The part closest to the knuckle covered the top of the finger completely while a band went around the underside of the finger and connected on both sides.

On the top there were three scale like protrusions going up half a centimetre and pointed away from the hand to the fingertip. Connected to that were another two pieces of the claw, with nothing on the underside while they were connected to the previous piece by gold pins.

On the bottom of the sides the metal was curved towards the hand and ended in a sharp point while on the top scales were carved into just like on the main part of the claw. The final end piece of the claw had three gaps on either side on the sides as a bridge went down the centre with three protrusions as well.

After the holes ended in a proper claw with a wickedly sharp edge on the top and bottom while the bottom continued on to end into a hook. The bottom extension moved away from the finger and had a hole on either side as well.

The whole thing was made with Dark Silver infused Chaos Mithril while Luna had the matching claw but it was inverted, made from Light Silver infused Order Mithril, the strongest metals and most magically conductive items ever known. ( imgdata/3/0/5/1/2/1/webimg/713094814_ )

Dark Silver was the most poisonous metal ever while Light Silver was the most powerful mind-bending metal ever known. Both he and Luna had Dark and Light Silver treatments to make them immune to their effects and the ability to use their powers to an effect without either metal.

He could still feel the Oath magic bound to his soul and the claw ring, he tugged on the magic lightly and felt a tug back from two different directions. One direction led everywhere and nowhere telling him that Luna was beyond his reach while the other led into a hidden compartment of his trunk.

He choked on his breath slightly as he reached for the compartment, tracing a rune over the opening and it popped open. He gently took out Luna's Claw Ring, its radiance mesmerizing him, with its white colour the opposite of his own.

Warmth flowed through his body as he held it, Luna's residual magic stored into in the runes inside the metal filling him with life that he hadn't felt in hundreds of years. This was his final link to his wife, the final connection he had to her after her death years ago, at the hands of those…those beasts.

Without hesitation he slipped the Claw Ring onto his left ring finger and latching onto the magic inside of the runes. He warped the runes, making the magic inside self-sustaining while dragging as much as he dared into his body and magical cores as he did, imprinting it to his soul.

He moved part of it to the Runes inside his Black Mithril Claw Ring and made it self-sustaining as well as he felt power build. Harry felt the two Claw Rings resonating with one another, his and Luna's magic resonating along with the opposing Mithril and Silver Metals.

Flashback – Ministry of Magic; 2041

Harry walked down the hallway towards his office, carrying a thin briefcase with a few files in it as he came from the Minister's Office. Rose, despite being a Weasley, had managed to partially earn his trust and become Minister of Magic three months ago.

She was the first child of Ronald and Hermione but she couldn't be more like Harry if she tried to be, she saw her parents for what they were while her younger siblings didn't. She'd run away from home when she was eleven after her first year at Hogwarts and come to Harry at the Ministry for help.

He had reserved judgement on her when she came to him, he wasn't about to blame the girl for something her parents did before she was even born. He'd helped her, gave her an allowance and let her stay at Hogwarts all year round with McGonagall's permission.

She'd barely reached his hips when she was a first year and now fifteen years later she level with his shoulders and had become a very beautiful and successful witch. Getting several Masteries three years out of Hogwarts and dragging the Weasley name down even further than it had ever been.

He thought of the girl as he continued to walk, how she had become a sort of daughter to him and how she'd risen in the Ministry. The girl even resembled Luna slightly but that might've been luck or because of the Wizarding Worlds inbreeding years ago.

Rose had the traditional Weasley red hair and let it grow until it almost touched the floor but had parts magically dyed pitch black. Her facial features were soft and elegant with just enough sharpness to make her looks beautiful and not cute.

She had a button nose with soft yellow eyes with somewhat smallish and flat ears while a small amount of freckles dotted her nose and her cheeks just below her eyes. She had a lithe figure with C-Cup breasts and a firm bubble butt that had taken Luna pointing it out for him to notice two years ago.

Harry sat at his desk and put his briefcase next to his chair before glancing at the picture of the girl on his desk, sitting in a tree with a small happy smirk on her face. She liked dark colours that suited her light tan but mostly stuck to black, a pitch black that was close to his hair shade.

She'd given lipstick up years ago after asking him to use his magic to change her lip colour and the skin colour around her eyes, now her plump and full lips seemed to be a natural pitch black with no shine while she had a slight dusting of black around her eyes, emphasizing them.

Harry sat in his office for another half hour, going over documents and signing papers as was his duty as a 'Consultant' to the Minister before deciding to get a late lunch. He hadn't taken two steps from his office door after locking it before his magic seized up, his entire body tensing.

He fell forwards, landing on his hands and knees as horrible pain racked his body and emptiness filled him, a void of loss tearing at his insides. He idly noted two people kneeling next to him, trying to find out what was wrong while others stood nearby concerned.

Harry didn't pay them any mind but instead focused on the blood he'd just coughed up onto the tiled floor, red blood that reflected an image. His eyes went wide as he looked at the image, it wasn't his reflection but he was Luna laying on a wooden floor with blood pooling around her body.

"MOVE!" he was on his feet, unsteady for two steps before he charged, throwing the two who were kneeling next to him away. His Claw Ring had gouged a trench in the wall when he steadied himself on it before running but he apparated a second later, landing in Diagon Alley in front of his store.

He could see it lit on fire, the yellow and orange flames eating away at the building but he paid them no notice as he ran in, his mind on one thing only. "Har-Harry…" The soft whisper on the wind amongst the roaring flames, he turned his head and ran towards the stockroom.

He was by Luna's side the instant he saw her, a three inch wide and seven inch long Bayonet stuck in the middle of her chest. "Luna!" Harry stared in horror, his beautiful wife barely seeing him as he watched the life slowly drain from her. "Luna, I'm here. It'll be okay, I'll get you out of this."

"No…d-don't leave me Harry…stay wit-with me…please…" Her voice cracked slightly as she whispered and Harry could hear her pleading, begging her with what could be her last breath. He nodded slowly, kneeling next to her and holding her weak cold hand in his own. "I-I…I love you Harry, d-don't forget that…I Love you."

Tears ran down his face unnoticed as he stared at his wife while she placed a hand on his cheek, a smile on her face. "I…I won't…I-I'll always remember Luna." The blondes smile grew a little wider as he promised her before he leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. "I Love you."

A few seconds passed before Luna nodded her head, lowered her hand down to her chest before closing her eyes. Harry watched as he felt Luna slip into death, he watched her die in his arms while the fire ate away at the shop around them.

His heartbeat was pounding away inside his ears while his magic was angry, swirling around in his body wanting to know who did this. Harry knew that as he looked at his wife's body that he wanted blood, he wanted those who did this to suffer.

With that thought his magic ripped loose while he threw his head back and screamed to the heavens a cry of anguish, pain and fury. His magic burst forth from his body in a raging torrent of blood red power as it swirled around him like a flame, drawing in the fire around him.

Fifteen seconds later Harry slowly stood up as his magic continued to grow, wanting to fight and sate its hunger for blood. He didn't let his magic free just yet as he conjured a metal chain before hooking Luna's claw ring onto it and tucking it into his shirt.

By now the cobblestone street of Diagon Alley was filled with Witches and Wizards, wanting to know where the scream came from and what was going on. Harry slowly turned to face them, Luna's body turning to ash and mixing with his magic, as he felt his magic ravage his own body.

His skin cracked in jagged lines, skin and the upper layers of muscle separating while his blood red magic filled the space. His skin turned pitch black as well, black smoke coming from his skin and red smoke coming from the magic filled cracks while his eyes were filled with magic as well, looking like two magical cores in his eye sockets while a single wispy line of magic leaked outwards away from his face from the eyes.

Harry stepped forwards and when his foot touched the ground the earth shook, the ground shattering underneath his foot but the pieces not moving anywhere except downwards slightly. He took another step and the same thing happened before his magic burst upwards to the heavens in a pillar of black magic.

Children cried out in terror, woman screamed in horror and men yelled out in shock while Auror's pushed the crowd back and made a semi-circle in front of him with their wands drawn. Harry couldn't see himself but he idly noted that he must look quite terrifying at the moment.

His skin black with red crack lines running through up and down his body, both leaking smoke of their respective colours while his red orb eyes leaked a wispy line of magic as well. That alone would scar man and woman alike but he stood in a black pillar of magic that held a red magic swirling around him like a fire.

"HARRY! HARRY!" His head jerked to his left and he saw Tonks standing in the front of the Auror line with her wand drawn. "What are you doing Harry!? Stop this and tell us what happened!"

"Tell you what happened? Tell you what HAPPENED!?" Harry roared at her and a shockwave left his body, making everyone stumble back a step. "What happened matters little now but what happens next… I will hunt down every last one that did this, every witch or warlock that had a hand in murdering my wife and anyone who gets in my way will die."

Present – Potter Manor; 2758

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, his skin had greyed slightly and cracked slightly while the cracks glowed red slightly. He let out a deep breath and calmed himself down, he could hear his skin mending together and felt his magic retreat from his skin.

Once his hands returned to normal he looked at the claw rings he had put on before falling into the memory and could still feel the magic and metals resonating but they had changed. He had a claw ring on each finger now, the metal had shifted and changed to accommodate the finger it was on.

They were connected to each other in a type of gauntlet style but the palm area was open and free of metal covering it. The back of his hands had metal covering connecting the claws but was thin and had holes over the knuckles and by the wrist.

They covered the undersides of his wrists and his entire forearms until the elbows, the metal a little thin and no thicker than a half a centimetre. Despite the thickness he could feel the metal was stronger than before, almost unbreakable now and it had a scaled appearance, looking like Dragon's hide.

There were small grouping of small spikes that pointed away from the hands while there was a blade on the outside of his forearms. It came from the wrist area of the gauntlets and flow to the elbows like water, the blade thin but deadly sharp.

Harry looked at his new armour/weapons with a curious expression, the left still retaining it pure white colour while the right was pitch black. He slowly balled his hands into fists and heard the soft clinking and shifting of the metal, he could still feel Luna's magic in them but it was empowered.

Shaking his head and putting it in the back of his mind Harry picked up the now filled chest and shrunk it down to the size and a match box. He placed it in his pocket before he navigated his way through the rooms and hallways of the manor towards the entrance as he prepared his magic.

When he opened the door and stepped outside his vision flickered before he could see active magic in the air. He could see the ward sphere that encompassed the manor and it's grounds, the air inside clear and healthy while the air outside of it was toxic and had a green haze.

Harry looked around as he remembered how the Nuclear World War III had started, one week after Luna was killed Russia launched missiles on America and they answered in kind. He remembered that back then Muggles couldn't tell the difference in the types of Radiation so they had mistaken the magical radiation he'd created for Nuclear Radiation in the middle of London.

He could feel nothing but Death, in the air and in the ground, there was no life in the world anymore and death ruled the world while he Mastered Death. The Muggle world seemed to be frozen in time twenty years after the first bomb was dropped with homes and cities filled with bodies mutated by radiation.

Harry remembered how he took advantage of this as he walked around towards the borderline of the ward sphere. All sorts of muggle technology sitting without power, knowledge stored within data banks and books that lay about, vehicles and machines with no use but ornaments.

He could claim that before the world went to hell he at least had a basic understanding of muggle technology and machines. With everyone in the world dead and him wanting more knowledge that wasn't magical he explored and he learned.

He was unopposed as he learned, reading books and absorbing knowledge from anything he read or set his mind to. Accessing computers and mobile devices was easy once he'd figured out how to make them run on his magic, even better when he created an Area of Effect magical crystal.

He'd taken Lithium, Black Obsidian, Mithril Dust and Gaia Magic, binding the Gaia Magic to the Obsidian and Dust while forging the Lithium, Obsidian and Dust into a crystal that hung around his neck from a silver chain.

Gaia Magic was the ambient magic that the Earth created and he'd manipulated it so that it would power everything within a fifty foot radius of his person. He'd had to increase it several times before simply letting the magical radius cover the whole world and power everything.

Shaking his head Harry banished those thoughts and memories, there might not possibly be anything like that where he was going, wherever that was. Harry looked at the ground around him and nodded as he inspected the runes he carved into the earth with magic.

He pulled the Gaia Crystal from his neck, breaking the chain before throwing it forwards the Power Rune inside the spell Runic Sphere. When it hit the Rune it dissipated into dust particles while the Rune turned a bright green, the energy spreading through connecting lines and turning the rest of the Runic Array a deep purple.

The ground beneath his feet was obliterated, forming a crater fifteen feet in diameter leaving the Runic Array untouched while he floated in the middle of it. The Green Power Rune stayed in placed while the other Rings of the Runic Array moved, making circles around him in a sphere with on inside the other until reaching the most inner Rune Circle.

Ten of them turned pure white, despite the bright colour he could still make out each individual Runic Circle as they spun around him while the remaining eighteen Runic Circles turned pitch black. They spun in all directions but with every Runic Circle he stayed the centre point of them all.

He closed his eyes and let the magic hold him while he drew in all the magic he could from Gaia, the already weak planet suffering more as he did so. Even if he took all the magic she had he wouldn't kill he, she would slumber as her magic built up again before waking up.

So as Harry ignored her pain he consolidated his own magical power, drawing on all of his cores at once, his magic raging in his body and in his soul. His body blackened while the skin cracked just like that night except the jagged cracks were filled with white instead of red magic.

He'd found out three years after the Nukes began dropping that his emotions coloured his magic like it did when Luna was killed. It also added a unique effect to his magic depending on the type of emotion, any kind of anger made his magic corrosive, burning whatever it touched like acid.

Right now his mind was blank, he was indifferent and unaffected by his emotions making his magic pure and a void making his magic a pure white colour. He need to be centred, to be emotionless to complete the ritual or the magic powering it would rend his body.

After a minute he began chanting in Norse, the words flowed from his mouth as it his native language. He'd had to research Norse Mythology and Norse Ruins for over a hundred years to just translate this chant he'd found in an old spell book he bought in New Zealand, he could speak just over seventy Norse Words.

When he finished the chant Harry closed his eyes and waited, his magic pouring from his body in a flood while Gaia's swiftly replaced it. He could see the glow coming from his body lighting up the ground around him as the Runic Rings grew in brightness or darkness depending on their colour.

The crater beneath him began to grow wider as flares of magic tore themselves free from his body and slashed the ground, cutting or burning it before returning. He slowly raised his right arm, moving it so it was pointed to the sky on his left side with his forearm crossing his chest.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he focused all his magic into his right arm, the flares stopping completely as a whirlwind of white magic surrounded his arm. The white magic filling the jagged cracks all over his body seemed to dim as well as he continued gathering all the magic he could.

"Mors et vita in manu, et confractus velum violenter hunc animum vacuum." His voice echoed with power as his arm slashed through the air in front of him. Harry released his magic and he felt a horrific pull on his soul before a tearing sound was heard and he knew nothing more.

Translations

"Mors et vita in manu, et confractus velum violenter hunc animum vacuum." – "Power of Life and Death, Tear the veil asunder and send this soul through the void."