Chapter 1 - Through the Veil

It had been a full year since Voldemort's downfall; needless to say the Wizarding community in Britain was still moving to pick up the pieces of their shattered world. Harry Potter himself stood before the veil in the Department of Mysteries thinking back to the image he received before confronting Voldemort, he saw his mother, his father, Tonks, and Remus, but no Sirius at first he didn't think much of it, after all for intents and purposes during that moment he was marching quietly towards his death. As such he never really put much thought into at the time. A month afterward however things became even more confusing, Sirius's will had not been unsealed, the Fidelus Charm was still in place on Grimmauld Place, he even asked Kreacher if he could still feel Sirius the house elf confirmed he still could but it was muted, the elf was just as confused. In a joint effort godson and house elf went through the house with a fine toothed comb looking for information about the veil. They found a book in the Black Family library detailing the veil may not be a doorway to death as many first thought, but merely a doorway to some other reality. He broached this to Ron and Hermione, one thought he was loony the other wanted to do more research.

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Harry agreed to the research which put off his red haired friend. "Listen Ron, the resurrection stone pulls spirits from the land of the dead to allow the individual who used it to see his or her loved ones if they died, I didn't see Sirius."

"Yeah, but you saw Tonks and you've only known her for what three years?" Ron stated Harry nodded.

"I only knew Sirius for four years, Ron. Tonks and I got along pretty well in those three years I knew her, enough to care about her and Remus when they died," Harry stated softly glancing over at the crib that held his own godson, little Teddy.

The Weasley sighed heavily rubbing his forehead, "Alright, but there can be a lot of explanations why Sirius didn't show up."

"And each one draws the same conclusions, the veil isn't so much a doorway into the afterlife just a rather strange doorway, to where no one knows. The fact no one has come back from it means it's a doorway that likely goes only one way," Hermione explained.

"Please tell me you aren't thinking of going through it 'Mione," Ron pleaded.

"Not brave enough for that, Ron," Hermione said softly. "Research is one thing but I don't know if I want to go through it in the practical."

Harry sighed putting his elbows on the table of his dinner table thinking hard wondering if the gamble was worth it in the long run. He had no real ties in this life anymore, just little Teddy, Ron, his family, and Hermione almost everyone he knew had either died or despised him. In a sense he had very little to lose, no one would really miss him. Andromeda Tonks could look after her grandson, as much as it pained him to think about it, to repeat history but at least this time he wouldn't be spoken of in harsh whispers like Sirius had been, believing him to be the Potter's traitorous friend, no he'll simply spoken as a tragic hero filled with triumphs and sorrows, rather cliché legacy really but one that would be appropriate. "He's thinking about going through it ain't he," Ron groaned.

"Wouldn't be his two best friends if we didn't know him so well, Ron," Hermione stated sadly. "Harry are you sure?"

"I don't have anything really to lose, a few close friends, Teddy, that's it. I plan to split my fortune up down the middle before attempting it though, half will go to Teddy so he'll have a comfortable life after he leaves Hogwarts, the rest will be liquidated into one of those bottomless bags to take with me. Pure gold and silver are worth a lot in any mundane market, more than enough to make a new life in whatever world is on the otherside of the veil," Harry explained.

"But, Harry why...?" Ron pleaded.

"I'm tired of my life being dictated to me, first it was that stupid prophecy, then it was Dumbledore using said prophecy shelter me from my responsibilities not even bothering to find other avenues to get rid of that blooming Horcrux," Harry snorted looking bitter. "Bet he would have swept in after I died to kill Voldemort himself, to be the only wizard in recorded history to defeat two Dark Lords."

"You mean if he hadn't died?" Hermione asked getting a nod. "After the last two years seeing him for what kind of person he really was I can imagine it."

"Right piece of work that one," Ron grumbled before a sigh, "what world do you think it'll be on the otherside?"

"No telling, could be like ours or it could be something infinitely worse, or better, which would explain why no one has returned, especially if it was something better," Harry stated.

"If you do this we'll keep an eye on Teddy with Andy," Ron stated.

"I know," Harry smiled sadly. "Please take care of each other as well."

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Harry opened his eyes preparing himself to step through the veil sliding a pack over his shoulder, taking a deep cleansing breath the raven haired wizard took six steps forward and vanished through the veil. Harry noted the veil wasn't much if anything all it was, just a bunch of smoke and mist swirling about with no real rythme or reason outside the confusing factor. The raven haired wizard simply continued forward feeling heady mostly because of the veil. He head got so foggy he nearly smashed face first into a brick wall that suddenly appeared in front of him. Stopping short he turned expecting to find the veil swirling behind him and instead seeing another smoother wall not three feet away. Confused the raven haired wizard took in more of his surroundings and discovered he was standing in the middle of an alleyway, cars rushing two and frow at one end of the alley while the other end, simply ended with a pathway leading to the right. Walking down the alley toward the street he came to a sidewalk. Looking down one way and then the other seeing arguably the busiest street he had ever encountered, not even Diagon Alley was this crazy. Where am I? he thought.

It took several moments to take in every specific detail of the street he was standing on, the neon lights above. The numerous advertisements and the blatant signs telling him where exactly he was. Las Vegas, how in the heck did I get across the pond from the veil, plus if that was the case why didn't Sirius simply just comeback, Harry paused thinking. Unless this isn't the same the version of Las Vegas that I know, a different reality. It is possible according to the resreach. Taking a few deep breaths fishing through his pocket to check for his wand only to find it was missing. Panicking for a second he stepped back into the alley tried a spell without his wand and found it was even stronger. Okay I don't have a wand but I still have my magic and it's stronger than I had before with my wand. Not able to come up with any rationalization for what happened to him he decided to go with it leaning against the wall crossing his arms in thought. Okay I'm in a strange alternate version of Earth, so what's the first order of business. Mentally creating a checklist started ticking them off, First I need an identity, which means money, a place to stay, a job, then I need to begin searching for Sirius if he's even in this world.

Seeing this was Las Vegas he headed toward the closest casino, he figured the best way he could build enough capitol was to win a few of the cut throat slot machines and then head for an investment bank and buy up some shareholder's stock toward a company or something.

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Kara Zor-El and Kori'Ander were lazily floating over the city of lights, city of sin, Las Vegas. The blonde teen brought her fellow alien friend to this place mostly to get herself outside of Smallville, stick it to her cousin for essentially locking her up, and to help her friend get over her lost. "Dick wouldn't want you to continue to mourn and mope, Kori. It's been nearly three years, time to try and move on."

Kori'Ander gave her fellow alien friend a side long glance before frowning slightly her dip in emotions nearly causing her to fall from the skies. "Of all the enemies we've faced since the Titans, to fall to a disease is unfathomable," her eyes closed a second. "But you are correct, Richard would not want me to commence in the moping, he said once my frowny face made him sad."

Kara had turn away to keep from giggling thinking how Dick Grayson would say frowny face, the mental image had her practically biting down on her knuckles. "He will be missed, he gave a unique perspective on human culture that's for sure regardless of the fact he was raised by Bruce."

A winsome smile appeared on the Tameranian's face as she looked down at the city. "What should we do?"

"I'm thinking we hit up a casino, see what is so exciting about them before Rachel and Kal come looking for us, Rachel no doubt before Kal," Kara smiled slightly as the two landed in a dark alley across from Caesar's Palace.

XXX (One Drunken Weekend Later...)

Harry Potter woke slowly his head pounding as if he went twelve rounds with entire Death Eater roster twice. His memory was sparse after he won his fifth hand of Blackjack and moving toward the Craps table. He had been using his newly upgraded magic to subtly influence the outcomes of the dice roles. It was about that time two of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life both present and past appeared next to him at the Craps table, it was also around the time the Casino had decided to start bringing in the booze in the hopes of forcing a losing streak upon him.

Slowly cracking an eye open to look at where he was he grimaced in pain at the lighting. What he spotted both worried and confused him, the room which once had been a very luxurious suite of a hotel that was before whatever hurricane had struck the room. There were holes in the ceiling and the walls, the holes on the ceiling looked burned through while the various holes in the walls looked like someone blasted through, then of course there was various items strewn around the floor that looked like they had been blown apart.

After a moment his body began sending him signals, both horrifying and pleasant. The first was the comfortable warmth surrounding him, glancing downward caused his brain to freeze. Three distinct hair colors, one red, one blonde, and one a bluish black, attach to these hair colors were three very firm and gorgeous bodies two he recognized before his black out. "What did I do?"

"Let's just say the weekend was long, wild, and wonderful, Harry," the blonde woke with a mutter, her smile was warm and inviting.

There was a shift causing Harry to look up to see the dark blue haired girl sit up straddling him, lower Harry waking up at the way she moved, her eyes widen slightly feeling it brush against her. "What did we do Kara?" the girl asked her hips seemed to move on their own her eyes getting heavy lidded.

"Pretty obvious what we did," Kara's eye danced with mirth. "And what your about to redo, Rach."

Rachel Roth to her friends, Raven to her enemies, and considered a disappointment to her dear old dad, felt her hips grind into the hardening length of flesh captured between her nether regions. She could feel a surprisingly amount of sympathetic magic surrounding her and the young man she was currently straddling, "I can feel magic coming off of him in waves again," she cooed softly. "It's still intoxicating."

Harry's eyes closed enjoying the sensation for a moment before what she said struck him. "So you know about magic then?"

Rachel grunted placing a hand on his chest trying to physically stop herself only for the simple touch of chest and feeling the pulse of his magic reverb throughout her body again lost in the euphoria she was unable to respond moaning deeply. "Something tells me Rach isn't going to say anything, so I will," Kara stated a small smile appeared on the blonde's face. "Yeah we know a lot about magic in a way Rachel here is a being of magic."

"Oh good that means I didn't break any statue of secrecy," Harry took a breath feeling his lower self slip into something hot and tight. If his arms weren't pinned down by Kara and they're red headed friend he would have instinctively moved his hands to Rachel's hips. "Rachel," he moaned.

Kara watched Rachel grind into their male companion with almost wild abandon she glanced around the room hoping her friend's emotions didn't do a repeat of before blowing up several items. She waited patiently as her friend erupted into a climax a few moments later the young woman's head tossed back, eyes wide before collapsing forward coming to rest on Harry chest gasping lightly for breath. "You didn't have a bout of accidental magic this time Rach."

"I-I think his magic was able to suppress mine, it didn't happen before because we weren't lucid enough to control it," Rachel said softly gently trailing her fingers along his chest tears forming slightly. "To actually express myself without any kind of magical backlash, for a moment I felt truly free."

Kara gently rubbed the pale skinned young woman's back giving a sympathetic look before dirty smile replaced it, "And the sex?"

Rachel face morphed into a satisfied smirk, "I can't really remember our first time but if it was anything like now, it was pleasant," she turned her head to look up at Harry who coming down from his own euphoria opening his emerald green eyes.

"Do either of you know what happened?' Harry paused thinking about it for a moment. "And pardon if this sounds rude considering but, um, who you are you three?"

With a sigh, "I told you he blacked out," Rachel stated. "No one spills that much of their life story sober or conscious."

Kara snickered, "Yet you went along with it, could have told us he wasn't sober."

Rachel looked a bit guilty, "I think I got too close to him."

"What does that have anything to do with anything?" Kara asked.

"His magical core resonates with mine," Rachel looks back up at Harry. "I believe we may have entered a soul bond."

Harry's eyes widen slightly. "Hermione explained those are extremely rare like once in a millennia, kind of rare."

"Indeed," Rachel nods. "But that isn't important at the moment, introductions are," she paused. "Rachel Roth, I'm a half-human/demon hybrid," she stated reluctantly.

Harry tried to move his arm a second before he turned to Kara, who blushed slightly and shifted so he could have his arm back. He reached up after shaking off the tingles gently caressing Rachel's face feeling her lean into the touch. "I was once told that blood doesn't make you who you are, it's you that makes you, well you."

Kara snorted but her smile was still warm, "Cheesy but the good kind. I'm Kara Zor-El Kent and our passed out friend is Kori'ander," she paused looking at her ring finger. "Though, I think I should add one of your family names to that."

Harry spotted the ring then glanced at Rachel's hand followed by Kori's visible hand. The rings were something he found in the Potter main vault and took with him purely on a whim though if what Rachel had stated was true, his Magic had been actively seeking out his soul-bond mate. "I would think you would all be angry at this turn of events?"

Rachel shook her head, "Magic even in this world is dangerous and unpredictable, if you don't heed it more than likely there will be reprisals."

"I see," Harry wasn't sure what came next glancing at Kori who snoozing away a vague smile of contentment on her angelic face. "Will she be alright with this?"

Kara giggled, "It was her idea, hearing your life story unfiltered because you were drunk, it plucked at her Tameranian heart strings. I believe she said that such a warrior as yourself deserved recognition for so many great deeds and selflessness. That it was her duty as a princess of Tameran to see you happy and loved," Kara's giggling ramped up.

Rachel sighed shaking her head looking over at her long time sleeping best friend. "She then proceeded to kiss you, then asked me if there was a place nearby that could perform a life-mate ritual."

"And I take it, our magic hit resonance at that point?" Harry asked getting a nod then glanced at Kara who stopped giggling smiling winsomely. "What about you?"

Kara shrugged, "Wasn't about to let these two go into something themselves, plus it just felt right like I've met you somewhere before several times over."

Harry looked up at the ceiling for a moment going over things in his head wondering if he could be considered the luckiest man in the world or the most doomed. If he asked his godfather, Sirius would have said, "A little of column A and a little of column B, just go with it pup if you can be happy and with the life you've led until now I'd say maybe whatever deity has finally decided to cut you some kind of break." With mental nod he looked at the three girls again and gave a faint smile. "I have a feeling we'll need to explain things to your friends."