Harry Evans Potter an Earthborn Asgardian's Tale

Chapter 15

Harry awoke to the feeling of something soft underneath him. With his eyes still closed, his mind expanded, touching everything within a six mile radius.

According to the thoughts he was reading, he was on Asgard.

Tension built in his shoulders, despite the soft bed. His biological father, Odin had intervened in his battle.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. A smooth white stone ceiling slowly came into focus. He sat up, the feather mattress beneath him giving a little more than he was used to.

He glanced around him; he was in a medium-sized room, lying in a large four poster bed in its center. A dresser was slid against the wall directly across from him with a wardrobe taking up one corner.

Throwing back the crimson covers, he swung his feet out of bed, wincing as they made contact with the cool marble floor. Rising to his feet, he swayed slightly, realizing he was taller than before. Looking down at his body, his eyes widened, his shoulders were broader and he had gained a foot in height.

Meandering over to the mirror sitting atop the dresser, he stared at his reflection, running his hand down his square jaw. "what on earth happened to me?"

"You pushed your power passed its limit, and reached your full maturation early."

Harry glanced in the mirror, finding the fiery form of the Phoenix staring at him.

"Mother," he began, only to pause at the feeling of guilt that rose in his chest. Lily Potter was his mother, she raised him, loved him, sacrificed herself for him, but he lost so much. Right now, all he wanted was a bit of family.

Phoenix moved forward with grace beyond anything Harry had seen. She laid her hands on his shoulders, her fingers curling as she applied gentle pressure.

"You've done well my son. You stopped a madman from taking the life force of people for his own personal gain, and created new mutants without causing death."

Harry stared into her golden eyes, almost mesmerized by the way her fiery hair danced and curled behind her.

"I may have saved the wizarding world, but at what cost? Tonks is dead." His hand curled into a fist, "Despite all my power I couldn't save her."

The Phoenix stood there, her hands placed on his shoulders giving him what comfort she could. There was a dull ache in her chest like she had never felt before, the pain of a mother whose child was in pain and not knowing how to fix it. She could bring Tonks back, but she didn't think that was what Harry wanted, so she just stood there and gave what comfort she could with her presence.

Harry turned, and Phoenix allowed her arms to slide from his body.

"So," he began, "what am my doing on Asgard?"

Phoenix raised an eyebrow.

Harry raised his shoulders, his head cocked to the side. "You said it, my powers increased, my mind expanded before I ever opened my eyes," he shook his head. "scary thing was my body did it on instinct. I wasn't even trying. I read the information in at least a thousand minds within a moment."

Placing her curled pointer finger under his chin, she gripped with her thumb and raised his head to meet her gaze. "Don't be afraid of your power, it can be a great help to you if you let it," one corner of her mouth curled. "besides I'll be there to help if you need me."

Releasing his chin, Phoenix step back, "As for what you're doing here, it's time to meet your father. It's time to meet Odin."

–XX –

Minutes later, Harry walked with the Phoenix down an opulent hallway. Tapestries of all different colors hung from arched alcoves, each one depicting historic battles. Every once in a while a door would break up the tapestries.

Harry glanced at Phoenix, "So, how did you know I was in trouble?"

Phoenix glanced at her son. That thought still through her for a loop, her son, the child created with Odin, she shook her head. That may have been the one thing she regretted about the situation, if it was up to her, she would've chosen and elder god, but the Potters had been in control of the mechanics of his creation.

"I sensed a flare in your power, so I came to investigate."

"A scientist told me my body was made up of cells that act like human tissue, but are actually a mixture of magic and cosmic energy."

"That's a pretty accurate description of your mage fire. You remember mage fire don't you?"

Harry nodded. How could he forget the very substance his body was made of? A new substance in the galaxy that was created by Phoenix's union with Odin, he shuddered. That's a mental image he didn't need.

They stopped before a set of large golden doors. A garden scene was etched into the doors, but Harry's sight saw past the illusion. The picture was actually made up of well-hidden runes.

"Are you ready?"

Nerves roiled in Harry's stomach, but his face was set, and his back straight, "Let's do this."

With a gesture of her slender flaming fingers, the doors opened.

–XX –

Odin sat on his smooth blocky grey throne. The top of his body hunched forward, his right hand curled around his spear. His body tensed as the door to the throne room slowly opened, his lone blue eye locked on the crack as it grew wider.

His gaze locked on Phoenix as she strode into the room. Even after all these years, her beauty still mesmerized, the power in her moves captivated him, she would have been a worthy Queen, but one can never tame the fire of the universe.

His gaze flicked to the boy, his other son. He definitely had the features of the Royal family, the broad shoulders, height and strong jaw, but he took a lot after his grandmother, just like Balder, but oh he had the Phoenix's gaze, emerald eyes that burned like fire.

His gaze swept over his clothes, a black cotton T-shirt, leather pants, and thick boots.

With everything the boy had been through, he was surprised he didn't wear armor, but maybe he was a berserker, his lips twitched, not sure whether to frown or smile, while berserkers were useful in battle, they tended to be deadly everywhere else, he looked into the boy's eyes, intelligence and control shone within those orbs, along with power that almost rivaled the Phoenix, he shook his head, no he wasn't a berserker.

They stopped before the throne and Harry folded his arms behind his back, while Phoenix just stared at Odin.

"Odin, may I introduce you to our son, Harry James Potter…"

"Actually, it's Evans."

"With everything that happened, I feel it's important to give respect to both my parents, so I'm dropping James and replacing it with my mother's maiden name Evans."

Phoenix nodded, "Harry Evans Potter," she corrected.

This time Odin allowed his lips to curled upwards, "Harry Evans Potter, the earthborn Asgardian, I like it."

Harry dipped his head, "Thank you," he let his eyes scanned the room.

The throne room was around space, columns held up a domed roof made of octagonal panes of glass. Between the columns stood suits of armor, they look to be put together by strips of metal that overlapped, topped off by a rectangular helmet.

Harry turned back to Odin; he was a large man, long white hair rested on his shoulders. His face was heavily lined with an eyepatch over his left eye. A chest plate inscribed with runes so powerful that they burned like a sun to his sight covered his broad chest.

Silk sleeves trailed from the chest plate covering muscular arms and legs, while sturdy metal boots came all the way up to his knees.

"Why the Earthborn Asgardian?"

"Everyone in my family needs the title, that one is yours. I think it fits with everything you've done for the magical community. You feel that they are your people, that it is your responsibility to protect them with the power you have been blessed with am I right?"

Harry stood there, thinking back on what he had been through. He enjoyed discovering more about the magical world, enjoyed helping people. It gave him purpose. Slowly, he nodded, "That's right, but how did you know."

Odin leaned back in his throne, "Once I figured out my meeting with Phoenix wasn't a dream, I kept an eye on you, the way your mortal mother was raising you, I saw no reason to intervene. So, I waited and watched your growth, I am proud that you show more responsibility than your brothers, the magical realm will be a fine place for you to rule."

"I'm not going to rule the magical realm."

"Probably not forever, but as of this moment with the recent changes that have happened, the magical communities will need your guidance," he stared at Harry, one bushy eyebrow raised, "unless I was wrong about you being more responsible."

Harry's shoulders tensed, then relaxed, "No, you're right, the magical mutants are going to need my help."

Odin pointed the tip of his Spirit Harry, a beam of blue light smacked into Harry's forehead, causing him to stumble backwards.

Harry regained his footing, knowledge and applications of magic unknown to him filled his mind, he glanced at Odin, "What was that?"

"Just a little something to help you on your journey and remember this, when you need it, Asgard will stand behind you."

"Thank you."

With a stiff nod, Odin raised his spear. Drawing a circle in the air, rainbow lights covered Harry. When it faded, he was gone.

Phoenix looked at Odin, "I'm surprised you didn't offer him a chance to stay on Asgard."

"His heart belongs to earth, so why offer him something that he would turn down."

"True, but your attitude could make him feel unwanted."

"Right now I think he has other things on his mind, besides we'll have millennia to get to know each other."

Phoenix shook her head, her sun like eyes locked onto Odin, "Keep an eye on him."

Odin frowned, shaking his head from side to side, "He's not a child that needs to be watched."

"He is my only son." In a burst of fire, Phoenix was gone.

–XX –

In a flash of multicolored light, Harry appeared back in Riddle's lab. Almost on autopilot he made his way over to Tonks's body, bits of computer equipment crunching under his feet.

Kneeling beside Tonks body, he smoothed back her hair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough, I'm sorry I didn't use my power better, I'm sorry you died. I promise. I will spend the rest of my days protecting the magical world in the way that you would have."

Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on her forehead. Drawing back, he pushed himself to his feet, his hands curling into fists as he made his way over to the tank holding Dumbledore's body. "If you would have just waited, you and Grindelwald would've gotten what you wanted," he glared at the floating body, "magical's and mutants would've eventually interbred with one another strengthening both races and protecting us from outside threats, but no you just had to be the manipulator, had to control everything."

In his anger, his soul sight flickered on, showing him the life force fire that fueled Dumbledore's body, but without a soul, it was just living meat. Staring at the body, his eyes widened at what he saw. Every few minutes the fire would shift, revealing a screaming face.

The absorption hadn't been clean. There were bits of soul trapped in that life force. With the amount of life force that was flowing through the body, Harry was surprised and insane amalgamation of a soul hadn't emerged.

Instinctively, Harry reached forth his hand. As it neared the tank, wisps of fire snaked out of the tank curling around his fingers. In a rush of white flames, all the life force in Dumbledore's body vanished.

Harry staggered to his knees, memories and emotions flying through his mind faster than the speed of thought. With his eyes squeezed shut, he opened his hand, releasing the bits of soul that had been trapped within the life force.

After what seemed like an eternity, the life energy sunk within his own power, causing blue mage fire to blossom around his body. Rising to his feet, blue energy consuming his eyes, he caught sight of a familiar shadow like energy near Riddle's chest.

Making his way over to the man, he flipped him over with a foot, eyeing the blocky ring with an ugly black stone set in its center dangling from a chain around Riddle's neck.

Reaching forward, Harry wrapped his fingers around the ring. With a sharp tug, the chain broke.

Withdrawing his arm, cold shadow oozed between his fingers. In a blink, the cloak and wand appeared on either side of him.

More shadow oozed from the objects, causing Harry to tense. The two streams of shadow connected with the shadow wafting off the ring.

The ring yanked itself free of Harry's hand, dragging the wand and cloak behind it. Harry backed away, his eyes locked on the floating objects as the shadow flames consumed them before taking on a humanoid shape.

An oppressive feeling filled the cavern, so strong it almost drove him to his knees, his breath steamed on the air with each exhalation.

The shadow fire flaked away, revealing a beautiful dark-haired woman with around face and dark eyes. A pale blue cloak was draped over her body, held shut by a black oval-shaped brooch. Slender fingers were wrapped around the shaft of a sickle, its silver blade glinting in the light.

Her eyes locked on Harry, her black lips curving into a smile, "So," she began in a whisper so quiet it was almost inaudible, "after all these years, someone has united my trinkets," she chuckled, "and become the master of death."

Swallowing, Harry straightened, "Master of death?"

The woman cocked her head to the side, her eyes staring at Harry like she was looking into his soul. She took a step forward. You're not from the hidden magical world, "You're not from any of the bloodlines, specifically you're not from the Peverell," she raised a hand stopping just short of touching Harry's face, "oh, but you have their magic, how interesting."

Letting her hand drop to her side, the woman locked eyes with Harry, "Tell me, child, do you know the story of the deathly hollows?"

Harry twitched at being called child by a stranger, but nodded slowly, "Three brothers who supposedly bested death, and gained three powerful objects in return. Two of the brothers met death again shortly thereafter for the final time, while the third lived a long life and greeted it like an old friend."

The woman inclined her head, "That's a broad overview, but I'm curious why you say supposedly bested death?"

Harry raised his shoulders, "Seems like to me death got the last laugh in the end, at least when it comes to two of the brothers."

The woman's lips curled again, "Oh I like you. It's true I got two of the brothers very quickly, but that third was wise."

Harry's eyes widened, "Are you saying you're…"

"Death," the woman grinned showing white teeth. For a moment, her visage changed, becoming a grinning skull, "yes, yes I am."

Harry took a step back, his eyes so wide they almost disappeared into his hair, "What do you want with me?"

The woman followed him, "You have united the hollows. That means you are my master for one instance."

Harry glanced behind him. He was nearing the wall, seeing that he would have nowhere to go. He stopped backing up. Facing forward, he straightened. He took a step towards death, "What does that even mean?"

"I made the hollows on a whim to have a bit of fun. I never expected anyone to actually unite them, but as the story goes if anyone did, they would be my master, at least long enough for me to grant them one request."

Harry took another step forward, "So I can ask you anything, and you will do it."

Death closed the distance between them, "That's right," she ran a cold hand down the side of Harry's face, "the whole world is before you, all you have to do is ask for it."

Harry shivered at death's touch, but his mind was already going through the possibilities. He could ask for his parents back.

The memory of his mother saying she chose her fate flash through his mind, he shook his head, no, he had no right to pull his parents back from their eternal rest, his gaze landed on Tonks, but Tonks, she never got to live her life, it was cut short as she tried to protect others, his gaze locked on death, "Bring back Nymphadora Tonks."

Death drew back, her head cocked to one side, "Are you sure, you could have so much more, unlimited power, control over life and death, are you sure all you want is this one life?"

Harry nodded, his gaze hardened, "I'm sure, I've already got more power than I know what to do with. I want Nymphadora Tonks alive again."

"So be it." Death vanished, and a feminine gasp echoed through the room.

– Epilogue –

Nymphadora Tonksstrode down the sidewalk leading to Grimmauld place. Cool crisp air mixed with car exhaust from the vehicles that zoom by her filled her lungs, but she didn't care, her hand drifted down her white T-shirt to settle on her stomach, she was alive. That was all that mattered.

Turning a corner, she paused before a marble archway. It'd been a week since they defeated Riddle, and in that time Harry had been busy. The archway was one of his first creations. Harry had used his power to transport the entire street of Grimmauld place into a pocket dimension.

His new control over his power and willingness to use it unnerved her at first, but she consoled herself with the fact if he wanted to hurt people he would. The vow he had given her to only use his power to protect helped too.

She stepped towards the archway, swirling color flared to life inside, coalescing into a clear blue sky and a clean street with three-story white houses on either side.

Harry had worked with Hermione Granger to create a pocket dimension tied to our own, using the arches as an anchor. This pocket dimension is where most of the mutant's created by Riddle's mutagen moved to after their powers developed.

A misting rain began to fall, moistening her skin.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, shivering as a feeling of pins and needles washed over her body, and a white light filled her vision.

When the light faded, she found herself standing on the clean street. A blue flash in the distance caught her attention, she watched as pieces of a house appeared out of nowhere to form a new three-story home with blue siding and accented by white shutters.

She shook her head; it appears Harry was still working. Her gaze flicked to either side of the street, a child launched herself into the air, her dark pigtails flapping behind her. Her mother called for her to come back, but the child ignored her.

Sighing, a white energy dome appeared around the mother and she lifted into the air after her daughter. That was another interesting thing, Riddle's mutagen affected whole families, but not all of the powers were the same for each member.

Continuing down the street, she watched a pair of twins throw a fireball back and forth in a small Park. Things seem to be going well, her gaze flicked to a mother pushing her child on a swing, the child's fairy wings fluttering behind her.

If things continued to go well, she wouldn't be surprised if most of the wizarding world moved here, after the unspeakables check the gate of course.

Stopping outside number Thirteen Grimmauld Place, Tonks began climbing the stairs, her eyes trailing over the pale grey siding.

She really needed to talk Harry into letting her paint the house, reaching towards the bronze curved door knob, the door opened before she could touch it, revealing Harry standing there in a pair of white sweatpants, his broad bare muscular chest exposed to the world.

"Show off," she said looking into his eyes.

Harry's lips curled, a twinkle dancing in his emerald orbs, "I have to keep you interested somehow."

Tonks shook her head, like that was going to be a problem, after everything they had been through, Harry wasn't getting rid of her that easy, she glanced over her shoulder, taking in the wide swaths of land beyond the street just waiting for new creations to spring up.

"You've been busy."

"Between the magical knowledge of Odin the stowed on me, and Hermione's knowledge on pocket dimensions, I think our people can be safe here," he stretched forth his hand, a copy of Diagon Alley rose out of the ground.

Stepping into number thirteen Grimmauld place, she wrapped her arms around his body, leaning into his chest, "impressive, but I think you need to take a break."

Harry's arms encircled her, one eyebrow rising, "Oh, you have something in mind?"

A mischievous smile spread across Tonks's face as what few imperfections her body had vanished, "I might."

Harry leaned down placing a soft kiss on her lips, "You don't have to do that, I like you just the way you are."

Tonks leaned her forehead against his, "Maybe I just want to have a little fun."

"A little fun," Harry repeated in a tone that made Tonks nervous

Suddenly, warmth flooded her body, intensifying between her legs and around her breasts. She released a low moan, a sound filled with sensual pleasure. She jerked as what felt like invisible fingers probed at her nether lips and teased her nipples.

Harry leaned down, "I told you I would get you back for that prank."

Tonks shivered as his breath tickled her ear, she locked eyes with him. Desire burned in her gaze as wetness ran down her inner thigh. Lashing out with a foot, the door swung shut. It was time to show him what a shape shifter could really do.