The Storm in the Calm of White Fire

Chapter Six

Might and Magic

Harry felt strange as he was lying down staring up into the starry sky. He could smell salt water and hear the gentle crash of the waves as the water reached up towards his feet. It felt nice. The sand beneath him was warm and unusually comfortable.

'Where am I?' he tried asking the voices inside his head, but for once they were absent. He couldn't sense them – yet – he could still sense The Sources power flowing through him. He knew it would be useless to ask again; they weren't there.

Sitting up, Harry looked around the beach. It stretched on for what seemed like forever, and the ocean was like an endless desert of blue fading away into the endless inky blackness of the sky.

Standing carefully in the surf the water brushed his bare feet up to his ankles as he turned to see jungle behind him hiding untold dangers within. It was odd as it looked like the jungle should be endless, but he could see further, over the trees to the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Harry chuckled a little as he checked himself over for injury or – he paused. Harry was only wearing some black swimming shorts that hung just above his knees, and he swore he felt – or looked taller. He was quite pleased with his body – with all his heroics and training under The Sources guidance it would be strange if he didn't have powerfully lean muscles on his athletic fighters body.

If Harry wasn't as powerful as he was, he would have likely been panicking a little right then, but he could sense it.

"This is a dream?" he asked himself thoughtfully. He remembered going to sleep. He had spent a couple of weeks at the Creevey's; kind of surprised the old man hadn't come to bother him yet, and he had a great time.

They had freed the fairies and pixies once the spell ran its course, and though they stayed at the farm they didn't try as hard to molest Harry anymore – well the pixies didn't, but the fairies were more invested, and Harry worried at all the adorable new residence he seemed to attract. Though, most of the creatures loved to help out with the plant side of things as long as they got a cut of what they needed they were happy, so Mr. Creevey was okay with that as long as they stayed out of sight from the human farmhands who worked the fields or milked the cows, and ran the stables.

"My Sire!"

Harry was startled as he heard two distinct voices: one male: one female. However, he couldn't sense anyone behind him and turning he frowned as the ocean was just as barren as before.

"Just as gullible-!" the female began only to dodge as a bright red ball of lightning as it flashed from Harry's left hand and struck the place where the beautiful woman had stood on the sand moments before, but sand exploded up from the impact with a few slivers of imperfect glass.

The woman was tall and tan with caramel skin and wild black hair to and down, over her shoulders, and burning black eyes that seemed to eat what little light there was and had a slight ridge to her brow. She was still a little shorter than Harry's new height and had a powerfully sexy body with huge firm breasts. She wore black pelts to hide her body in the places that needed hiding, but showed off so much skin in other areas, however, she did have pelts around her forearms and shins 'for added protection?' She also had a leather belt around her waist free from her 'loin' pelt with cut shelves where she drew out two long black blades as she flipped out the way of Harry's attack and landed on her bare feet with a snarl. She was like a barbarian from a fantasy game or something, only Harry could now sense her power as the sand around her feet shook and vibrated with her eagerness.

"Oh, I love your new incarnation, Master!" she purred while licking her hungry lips while glowering at Harry as she crouched in a ready stance waiting for an opportune moment to strike.

"Sister! Sire! That is enough!" Harry split his attention to the other one. He was wearing more clothes, robes of a light blue, like the sky during a perfect day. Then under the robe was satin slacks and top in a Chinese or Japanese style with soft slippers. He was paler than anyone Harry knew and had yellow white hair that hung to his waist and had a feminine softness to his expression and golden yellow eyes that lit with magical force. Then the ears poking up through his hair were long with a straight edge-tip – kind of elf like, but more, storybook or fantasy world elf than any species of elf he had me, but then Harry had only met House-Elves before, and could see the childlike, femininity to the mans features, much softer than a human mans, but he didn't have that sense of weakness those types could give off, but he had strength of confidence and calm of power.

"Greetings Sire," he said with a smile and a soft bow.

The elf's voice was calm and a little deeper than Harry would expect from him, and he was leaner in the muscle than the barbarian girl. The elf's eyes held magic and magical secrets Harry could only hope he would share, while the young woman looked like she preferred to fight the old-fashioned way – with her fists, feet, teeth, and any other part of her body she could use to batter someone with when not carrying weapons. They both seemed to be in the same age rage – physically at least of around nineteen to twenty years old, twenty-one at most, but from their eyes they held a lot of wisdom and they were a lot older than they looked.

"I am Magic," the elf addressed himself proudly, "and this is my sister, Might," he said gesturing the brutish beauty while she scowled deeper and stood up straight as she slid her weapons away. Harry could see the family resemblance – well – no he couldn't but they did seem to be the same height of somewhere over six foot.

"Your names are Might and Magic?" Harry couldn't help but ask with a teasing smirk.

Might scowled even deeper if that was possible and growled deep in her throat while her cheeks showed some red, but Magic only rolled his eyes.

"You always ask us that…!" Magic exclaimed with some amusement.

"Yeah!" Might interrupted childishly. "It's like you think they're stupid names or something – yes – yes they are stupid names, but you named us, so that's your fault, but they're still special to us!" she said as her expression softened slightly as she chose to pout.

"Erm, sorry, but I think you have the wrong guy," Harry suggested.

Might rolled her eyes in exasperation. "We cannot make that mistake Master," she said as if he was stupid. "We become once you are reborn; us making a mistake is an impossibility, and you approaching your sixteenth human year means we are woken from our slumber ready to retrain you once more."

"Okay," Harry said with a slow nod. "So… what you're saying is that I am the reincarnation of some guy who created – what? Two training AI, only magical not computer, and that you reincarnate with me because whatever magic reincarnates me doesn't let me keep my memories, but… you can?"

"I do not know what an AI is, but… essentially, yes," Magic said sheepishly. "That is remarkably accurate."

"Sure, why not, I'm already the Avatar of the White Fire, and Custodian of The Source!" Harry grumbled with a shake of his head. "So what big bad upon big bad am I supposed to fight because being the reincarnated soul of… whoever or whatever, and having two powerful forces joining with me can't mean rainbows and puppy dogs, or cats doing funny things on YouTube?"

"The phoenixes fire?" Might lost her edge when she asked that. "But what is The Source… and YouTube? Cats are always doing funny things while they're not sleeping."

"YouTube… that's nothing, just something the muggles came up with, forget about it," Harry said while shrugging. "As for The Source – you don't know?" he asked, surprised and if he was a reincarnation wondered how long that had been going on and whether The Source was just much older, and even more why this shit didn't seem weird to him anymore. "It has given power to some of the greatest mage in history like Merlin, Thor, Hercules, and-."

"Thor is an Asgardian god… why would he need that power?" Magic interrupted in confusion. "You once said he was a lazy arse."

"Err…" Harry was at a loss for words for a moment. "Do you mean as in an actual god, god, God of Thunder?"

"Yes," he agreed with a shrug. "All the Pantheons exist in some form. The gods, the titans, giants… the godly giants I mean – not their mortal offspring's offspring's offspring that they had with with mortals lumbering around – wherever they lumber these days… that experiment was creepy. The gods are all beings of primal forces of might and magic – and no – not us so please Sire, don't try that joke again."

"So… Egyptian gods?" Harry asked instead as if he wasn't going to try lightening his mood a little the only way he knew how – with some cheesy humour.

"Yes!" Might said in exasperation.

"Olympian?"

"Yes, all of them!" she said even more annoyed. "Also, before you ask, Mayan, Chinese, Japanese… even Lucifer and Jehovah… good gods, bad gods, demigods, gods that don't care one way or another, and gods just doing their godly duties, and occasionally you'll even get gods who look out for humans, or… try to destroy them, and then there are other things, pleasant and… not so much."

Harry slumped down to his arse in the sand as his whole universe was being re-shifted. "You know what, yeah, okay… the gods all exist – together – contradicting their own stories?"

"Yeah; they're all apparently… well most of them are egotistical," Magic said sheepishly. "So they let their 'legends' get blown way out of proportion."

"Then what the hell is The Source?" Harry wondered in confusion as he had more pressing matters right then and thinking more on all those contradictions would likely make his head explode; he needed to take the information a bit at a time and start with the more pressing matters.

"We cannot say as we do not know," Magic answered. "But you should be cautious of it until you can break into its secrets – all ancient powers have secrets – we shall tell you ours, and yours when the time is right. However, now is not the time to worry about such things as we do not know everything, and maybe we control even less – fate has many annoying ancient beings at the centre of it, so all we can do is piss them all off, but we must begin your training to make sure that you are beyond fates grasp."

"Yeah; this is where I get to bash you about, Master!" Might said with a vicious grin. "Forget your woes in the mortal world, as the next month will be fun!" she giggled mentally.

"Err, month – I'm sleeping right, and shouldn't you explain who I'm supposed to be at least?" Harry asked worriedly as he stood and prepared for a fight.

"The mind moves faster here, so a month in here is only eight or nine hours out there," Magic said to Harry's surprise, as that could be useful. "In here, magic connects this body to the one in the real world with benefits other than being able to become stronger physically and magically, you cannot sleep, and you cannot die; any damage done will only be done here, and a simple heal by my specialty in support and healing magic can be gone instantly, but don't think for a moment that I won't enjoy kicking your arse too Master; I can blow things up with the best of them – more so even."

"You can try your luck," Harry said smugly as he clicked fingers on both hands and in waves of silver long twin swords formed in his hands identical to Might's black blades, except the colour. "Maybe I'll have to beat you up a little to get real answers from you?"

"You are not ready Master, but you are free to try!" Might said as she shot at Harry at unreal speed and Harry barely had a moment to deflect her swords with his own.

Harry grit his teeth as she pushed him back into the surf. "Yeah, I'll give it a shot honey," he said giving her a wink, she blushed and faltered, giving him leverage to throw her back where she landed on her bare feet in the sand, and Harry attacked. Harry chose to go in for swing after swing for speed and plenty of attacks rather than trying to overpower her, as he could feel the energy amassing in the barbarian woman's muscles, and he didn't think he would be strong enough to overpower her physically any time soon.

He grinned as he flittered around her like a dancer; blades sparking while he span in with the momentum of his swings blasting in all the force, but she still managed to block every strike with smug ease. "I must admit, you are almost as good as Saya was, but much more unrefined," Might laughed, "she was your previous incarnation, Master, but she couldn't beat me on day one and neither will you – that style you're using; it is the Sword Dance of Sakura's Memory! It shows that some things are remembered deep within your core!"

Harry skimmed back in surprise. He looked at the swords he had chosen. "I was just copying the swords you were using… and… that style…?" he said before his eyes widened as she struck, and he was bashed about as she used that same sword style with such grace and perfection he would have lost his head if he hadn't started cheating with a barrier surrounding him, and every strike was vibrating through his very core.

"You think I can't break your silly shield with my blades!?" she laughed joyously as she brought them in together and slashed with supersonic speed and his barrier shattered like glass and Harry flashed back in blue light, but the force still crashed him down into the water.

Harry sat up in the water and spat some out while Might laughed before sheathing her weapons and stepping into the surf and offered her hand. Harry gulped as he had almost been gutted, and being gutted, magical dream or not probably hurt like a bitch.

"You are always so full of surprises, Master," she said with a smug grin as he cautiously took her offered hand and let her pull him to his feet, and then she lovingly wrapped him into her arms and held him tightly. "I have missed you so much, Master – I am pleased I get to be with you again," she said while he uncomfortably hugged her back as some how it felt right, and after a moment, comfortable.

"Sister, training…" Magic complained. "You can dote on our Master all you shall desire during rest and healing periods, but he did manage to avoid you slicing up his ribs, so I'm sure he is ready for round two," he said with a small grin.

Might turned a glare on him before pulling from Harry's arms. "You are such a spoil sport brother," she said coolly before turning a smirk towards Harry and capturing him in a surprise kiss on the cheek. "I shall no longer go easy on you. I have accessed your fighting talent and we shall begin with improving your speed before we get to improving your sloppy form… I will thoroughly enjoy that part, Master."

Harry didn't like the way she was looking at him like he was a deliciously tasty piece of man meat that she wanted to play with.

"That's the same look Saya had around this point back then," Magic said while laughing. "She is yours, Master… but then, so am I, but we have orders older than you could believe, so let's begin with your speed training."

"You might want to start running, Master!" Might said with a laugh as she and Harry moved at the same time as beams of lightning came from Magic and shattered into the surf. Harry gulped as he ran with the occasional flicker as he apparated out of being blasted into pieces. He doubted they would go as easy on him as before – but he had a feeling this was still going easy on him.

Harry was super hard when he woke up. That wasn't stiff muscles – well it was, if that was classified as a muscle; it was, but his other muscles still hurt too. Three days of having the shit beaten out of him for three and a bit months and being molested regularly by a barbarian woman who – well okay. She wasn't really molesting him, but she saw to his comfort during his mandatory rest periods where she would rub what amounted to imaginary ointments into his skin as she gave him an imaginary massage. She knew what she was doing, and Harry wouldn't admit it, but he did love being doted on by someone who cared about him like that, and was pretty sure an ancient version of himself, or incarnation had created her and her brother.

However, Harry was sure other occupants had noticed he had grown a little during his stay, going from almost six foot one to six foot two, or near enough, but they didn't say anything. However, luckily The Source was still blaming The White Fire, and Harry hadn't been able to find the courage to accuse them of lying to him as he wasn't sure they were. They might not know the actual truth themselves, and Harry was somewhat confused as neither Might nor Magic would tell him too much, but he did try looking up this Saya girl.

Harry couldn't find anything on Saya, and he even had a rough date as he managed to get them to tell him that he was reborn every thousand years. That was kind of strange as he knew he had done this reincarnating thing more than twice – and he got the impression that it was possibly more than ten times, which could mean that Harry was older – or at least Harry's soul, and his ancient power was older than some of the gods, and history was missing huge chunks, mortal and magical.

That was kind of a sobering thought. Gods. Plural. The idiots in his head – well some of them might actually be imprints of actual gods. He had made fun of possible – well, no; if that were true then they weren't gods, just some stolen wisdom? Personality? Harry didn't know, and he hoped he was not going to have to fight any of the gods any time soon. The good thing was that Might and Magic had relented that his end goal was not to fight any of the Pantheons. That made Harry happy at least but Might had put a dampener on that and said something about Saya having pissed off Freya at one point, but on the plus side she wasn't Aphrodite, so she was less likely to hold a grudge, but he should still watch out if he ever met her, just to be on the safe side as gods tended to be unpredictable.

Groaning a little as he sighed, and his rock-hard rod pushed into something cuddling him, Harry let his eyes flash open quickly. Harry took a few calming breathes as he took in Amanda's sweet scent and sighed. Amanda knew Harry was going to spend the rest of the holiday with the Weasley's and after he brought her home from Diagon Alley it would likely be a while until they saw each other again, so she had slipped into his bed sometime during the night.

Amanda was warm and soft in all the ways that counted with her ample bosom pushed up to Harry's left arm as she cuddled with him. The covers had fallen off at some point and he could see her a little too clearly as she wore a semi-transparent red night dress that was likely a little short on her. Her left thigh had rucked up his morning glory in his boxers and trapped it. Harry didn't wear pyjamas so he was practically naked with some elasticated black boxer shorts that could never win a fight with him.

"Well, someone is having a good morning," Aphrodite purred in his head to some rather childish snickering.

Harry ignored them as he shut them out and sighed as he stroked Amanda's left cheek as her right was snuggled into his powerful chest. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch and her cheeks turned bright red but instead of shooting out of the bed and running back to her room, she smiled slyly as her left hand gently trailed along his abs.

"Are you God?" she asked before her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed brightly as she realised she really asked that.

"Err… you'll have to ask, Ginny about that," he said sheepishly. "And it would probably be 'are you a god?'; plural, not singular," Harry said with a small grin.

"I think I was right the first time," she replied as she looked down and took in the bulge trapped by her thigh.

"Sure," he said nervously, "but what are you doing in bed with me? You know I can't do anything with you."

Amanda looked at him and smiled sadly. "I know… but I couldn't help myself; just one night… it's our last day together and I wanted to get a head start on, erm, hanging out," she said moving slightly letting her leg push on his 'issue' more.

"O-okay," Harry groaned. "And the sexy see-through night-thingy is something you wear to bed?" he asked and though she was wearing a cute pair of white knickers, he could see her boobs were delightfully naked under her lingerie.

She blushed and squirmed in embarrassment but didn't try to cover up. "I-I well, I bought it last week, and only just got the nerve to wear it for you. I know you love this other girl and everything, and she's gorgeous," she said sheepishly as she had seen a picture Harry showed her. "I would totally fool around with her given the opportunity – so – yeah… umm… I forgot what I was going to say."

Harry chuckled nervously as he moved swiftly, rolling her around to lay on her back while he held himself to hover above her. He enjoyed looking her over from toes to head, she had a great body and lovely tits; her white knickers soaking wet and nipples fully erect. Amanda's cheeks were brighter than ever, and her breathing laboured and heart pounding.

Leaning down Harry kissed her lips while holding her gaze, and she bucked her body up towards him as she gasped while he was sucking away from her tongue. She shuddered and whimpered as she fell back to lie on the bed shivering and sweaty, and those warm hazel eyes were wild and shocked and unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Laughing, Harry jumped off the bed and landed swiftly next to her on the carpeted floor where she still lay on the bed just staring at him with a gush of fluid leaking from the front of her knickers and down those tasty looking thighs. Amanda looked close to combustion and her breasts heaved while her warbling eyes looked over the man of her dreams and, damn, she couldn't think straight.

Harry leaned down to where his lips brushed her ear. "I'm going to take a freezing shower before I get ready for our day down Diagon Alley," he said gently, but his breathe made her shiver with pleasure as it contacted her ear. "I will suggest you do the same…" he chuckled as he kissed her cheek before standing and slipping into the bathroom.

Moments later and Harry was iced down within the shower, cold water spilled on him, dousing the flames that built up enough that steam poured off him.

"Harry – are you okay?" Merlin asked gently.

'Yea,' he replied with a soft chuckle. 'Why, so worried?'

"You are literally making the water, steam," he replied nervously.

"Oh… yeah," Harry mumbled out loud and laughed. "Yeah, you didn't see what happened… what I saw… I guess my magics playing at being a cartoon," he chuckled.

"Understandable!" Thor piped in as he kind of liked cartoons. "That girl is quite the pretty mortal. If I was flesh and blood and came across her in a few years I would help keep her bed warm a night or two."

"Ew, gross!" Pandora complained with a cringe. "I think I'm going to spend the rest of the morning with Ginny."

"Yeah, me too," Kalypso agreed hurriedly, and Harry sensed she took Pandora's hand and they slipped away from his chamber.

"Amanda is a delightfully beautiful girl," Zeus agreed thoughtfully, and Harry made a mental note to blow any bastard god to pieces if they came to close to his friend in the future. She did not need that kind of hassle; the gods were apparently not marriage material – or anything in-between come to think of it.

Harry turned the shower off and stretched his muscles before climbing out and drying off with a towel before wrapping it around his waist. Thankfully his rod had deflated as the cold water helped out and he had to peak back into his room to make sure Amanda wasn't still around in that nighty to get it back to full mast.

He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding to see the room empty, and no, she wasn't a practitioner of stealing invisibility cloaks as his trunk hadn't been touched, and he was sure she knew he could sense the invisible as they had a good laugh when he told her about his two stalker, and them being gone was likely why nobody tried to stop Harry leaving as Amelia Bones took away Dumbledore's spies, and likely wouldn't let them out of her sight to tell Dumbledore, partially to protect them from themselves, but mostly to piss on Dumbledore's silliness.

"Okay, it is free of the delightful, Miss. Amanda," Harry said with a small smile.

"Is that even a good thing?" Thor demanded and Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes.

To Be Continued…