Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Harry Potter, Forgotten Realms or any related cannon characters, themes, or storyline within this story.

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Summary: A FAR wiser, potent and battle hardened Harold James Potter is thrown back in time into an AU world, where he is given the chance to reshape the world as he knows. Will he ultimately succeed in effecting changes for the better or will he only hasten the disasters that befell the magical world?

Harry centered time travel and AU. The whole potter family reunites and stuff. Includes super/bordering omnipotent (but Harry won't have access to all his powers)/dark (dark as in not exactly Voldemort but definitely not Dumbledore as well) Harry.

The story will hopefully be a political thriller with romances that (I hope) goes beyond the simple Harry versus Voldemort or light versus dark theme. Background of the story includes intrigues between friends, ill fated choices and tragedies.

Key characters: Harry, Gabrielle, Lavender, (Draco – kind of). I have one OC lined up in particular but she'll be intertwined with cannon characters in a lot of ways. Some Ron and Hermione bashing included, for plot purposes.

Romance: the story WILL be Harry/multi and Harry/many... females that is. It will NOT, I repeat, NOT be Harry slash. In fact, it has implied ahem… Harry sharing and possibly kinky harem sister bonding moments (in another words, femslash/yuri/shoujoai etc). In fact there's a bit of femme slash at the end. Naturally I'll keep it in the rated R/M range, but YOU ARE BEING WARNED.

Rating: R/M for the romance and sexual content above AND for violence, blood and gore and violent themes. Again, you have been warned.

PS: Yes, yes this kind of statement makes me a blatant male chauvinist pig, I see no point in beating around the bush with it. Send me a flame if you want, but I'll just point to the unending list of Harry/Draco and or Harry/Snape stories that popup if you try to search for Harry romances on 'nuff said. But... of course, depending on popular and/or specific demands, I'm relatively flexible in terms of either decreasing the sexuality of the story or increasing it and post the uncut version on yahoo group. shrugs

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Destiny Remade

By Mrriddler

Chapter 1: Triumphs and Ruins

"oh Harry, I'm so sorrryy." His throat choked on barely surprised emotions as he held the horribly wounded body of one of his friend and compatriot close to him. Her cloth was badly ripped and dirtied and blood was seeping from huge gushes on her body in copious amounts.

"They, us…ambush…too many." Here the young girl broke down completely. Her tears mingling with her blood, pooling around the anguish raven haired boy's chest.

"It's ok; it's going to be ok." Harry laid her head against his chest, an act which seemed to calm the poor girl somewhat as she sighed in appreciation, but only momentarily. Oh how he wish he could have done this before when it meant so much to her, but now…now it was too late...

"I couldn't protect her, Harry… I.., go to her, Harry, Pan.." Harry felt cold at those words, right as the girl breathed her last breath.

"Tracy! TRACY! Where's she? Damn!" Overriding fear and horror peaked in his heart just as the girl's trembling and pained moans silenced.

"HARRY! Quick! She's…!"

With as much care as possible given the circumstances, Harry laid the dead and cold body down. Tracy Davis, the once caustic and sharp Slytherin who defied the dark and the light alike to remain a friend and loyal companion to him, was dead.

"Where is she? Draco!" The normally pale boy turned absolutely chalk white. He pointed to a prone body on the muddy ground being tended to by several healers while several stone faced but solemn guard held vigil over her at a distance.

"no…" Seeing Harry, the healers bowed and parted way.

"No…NO, please don't go. Don't leave me…" Harry dropped himself onto the ground before her, gently shaking her. Hearing Harry's voice seemed to bring the girl out of her semi-conscious state.

The shadow labored breath stopped and hitched for a moment as she tried to speak. Harry was about to comfort her with cooing words, but a sharp grip on his arm stopped him.

"It was a trap…" Harry nodded.

A soft sigh from the girl…

"It's not Tracy's fault…" A small cough, suppressed to the best of the mortally wounded girl's ability.

"Tracy's dead." The girl gazed into Harry's pained but fiercely glowing green eyes.

"You can't die. Not after everything..." Gently but desperately, Harry stroked her beautiful mane. The normally long and silky strands were now choked with blood, sweat and dirt. Wounded, bloodied and stained as she was, she was still the most beautiful woman in Harry's eyes. She knew this even as the pain made her delirious.

"You were there for me when they… THEY betrayed me! You can't leave, I won't let you!" The raven hair man looked down with determination; those eyes commanded her to obey and for a moment she willed her body to obey. She felt light, her sense dulling as she continued to gaze into those amazing, powerful eyes; eyes that she wanted to get lost in forever and ever…

Pain…

Sharp, horrible, un-mitigating pain. The girl shook, her eyes slammed shut. Her connection with paradise lost. Harry held her dearly until her spasm passed by for now.

Harry looked around frantically; and for once his followers saw desperation in those intense soulful eyes. After doing so much for everyone, for the world, he was pleading for help and yet none was forthcoming. She was gone and know he knew as well. Her vital bodily functions were already shutting down slowly but surely. There was nothing anyone can do, nothing 'he' can do. Sure, with the amount of magic he had at his disposal and the usage of a few sacrificial rituals, he could keep her alive, tittering on the edge of death for an hour or two more…but the result was not in question.

Harry felt desperation giving away to anger while barely concealed hate bubbled just under the surface. He felt ready to scream when a soft shaking hand touch his face. Anger and hate melted away as he gazed down tenderly at her…

And she, she gave him a small resigned smile, the sad smile of acceptance. There was no doubt in her mind of what her devoted lover would do to those traitors, those betrayals who did this. Part of her felt justified joy, while another felt equally justified pity. Harry would make them experience hell, not only before they die, but most certainly after as well for all eternity. What was the phrase that muggles use: "May god have mercy on your soul."

It was close, but not quite. "May the demon have mercy on your soul" would be more appropriate, for that is what Harry will become for his enemies, a cold, calculating unfeeling demon that is if he is not consumed by guilt and self hate.

No… she would not accept that. Harry deserved better. Gathering what remained of her strength, she pulled the Harry's face within centimeters of her own. She needed to conserve all the energy she can when she speaks.

Several people nearby were shocked as they felt a rush of power and magic returning to their wounded lady. They would have leapt in joy at the miraculous recovery had they not seen the solemn face of their lord. Then, they realized what she had done.

She had tapped into the very essence of her being, her magic, her blood to buy herself some precious time. Indeed, her blood was already curdling and turning black.

"Harry, take revenge in my name, make them pay; but please, don't let it consume you."

"What else will there be? I'll make them pay, and then I'll join…"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! You'll do no such thing! You are so much more, my love. I. forbid. You. To. Follow. Me."

The passionate girl enunciated each word to make her point clear, before softening.

"There are others that need you and others that can help you…as I have. Tracy wasn't the only one, you know."

The situation would have been hilarious had it not taken place under such dire consequences. Harry fought hard against the redness rising on his cheeks while the love of his life gave a strained but definitely conspirator grin.

"I know all about your various desires and urges. And I also know that I'm the only one you acted those desires and urges on."

Here, she let out a small giggle, enough to make a point but not enough to drain her.

"But I was young and naïve in my possessiveness, and I know I wronged many…including Tracy, who remained a loyal friend to us."

Harry's hardened as he prepared to protest.

"Shush, my love. I know what I'm talking about. You are powerful, Harry, and destined for great things, impossible things even. Know that. Your ahm… demonic lust should be considered a gift, not a curse. Know that as well. Embrace it, relish it; don't deny it, for if you do, if you try to suppress it, you could be destroyed by it."

Harry tried to shake his head.

"No, it's true, and you know it, Harry. I… I was going to invite Tracy, or even Daphne to join us. I seen the way you look at that blonde at times."

Harry wanted to deny, but thought better of it.

"It was only lust."

"…and you have no idea how proud and happy I am that you remained so faithful and devoted."

Her blood had become pitch black, as black as the night. She knew she didn't have much time left.

"But, please, please Harry. I beg you. Don't dwell on the past. There are others who could help you, who want to help you. Let them, just be careful about it. Besides…"

Here, Harry's dying angel pulled him into a tender kiss. It was now difficult to keep her eyes open, so she closed them. She wore a huge smile, savoring in the after glow of their last kiss.

"…What you shared with me… that was perfection. The gods of creation themselves would trade their powers to experience what we had. It would be… a shame… to let that go to waste. So, live Harry, my love, live…"

Harry watched as she passed away, as the light of his heart passed away, the result of his former friends' treachery. His followers stepped away unconsciously as black hate seeped into his eyes, his body turning cold faster than that of his dead love. At some point, his lost love's words and advice would come back to him, but for now, now there was only hate and the desire to enact divine retribution. The raven haired man-demon shed the last of his tears and turned his head towards the dark silhouette in the distance.

Where there was once warmth, there was just coldness, raw, biting, numbing coldness…

The sky, which had been clear, dark and mysterious, just prior to the battles drew up a stormy cloud. Thunder roared as a storm approached. Soon the rainstorm would wash away evidence of the horrible carnage that took place here.

"Harry!" Harry whirled around to look at Draco. Paler than usual and covered with blood, the young male didn't look much better.

"We need to leave soon, Harry. Their reinforcements will arrive soon to find out what went wrong." His voice sounded tired and cracked, and with good reason. His lover had been the young Malfoy's best friend for many years, after all. Next to himself, her death probably hit him the hardest.

It was then that Harry noticed that everyone else was waiting for him to give the command. All the bodies had been either apparated back to HQ or disposed of. He and Draco's relief force had arrived only in time to cut off the Gryffindor forces from retreat. Alas, after the frenzied battle there were precious few survivors for the healers to tend to from the other side and to take in for interrogation. But, no matter, one was more than enough.

Harry harshly grabbed the shoulders of one of the wounded. It was a young woman, covered in blood; her robes torn to pieces revealed her excellent physique and her exotic dark skin. He glared at the bright Hogwarts symbol on one of the battle cloak's breast. It stood out against the black fabric of the cloth, yelling at him, mocking him. He wanted to rip it out. On the other side was the house symbol.

Harry gave a devious smile as he applied pressure and forcibly shoved enough magic into the being to keep the being alive for the time being. The young woman was shocked back into consciousness.

"Welcome back to the living, Padma."

"What… Harry?" The Ravenclaw girl choked out, barely being able to make out who it was as blood was blocking her vision. No matter, the crippling pain quickly knocked the girl out again.

Pop, pop, pop, dozens new figures arrived on the scene and came charging up to his group. It wasn't difficult to make out their Hogwarts or Order combat uniforms.

"Stop, freeze or we'll fire!"

"How about you freeze and we'll fire!" Draco unleashed a dual burst of fire and ice followed by others forcing the newcomers to duck and seek shelter.

"Lovely of you to join us! Why don't you say hi to your sister, Parvati!" That remark made the other side freeze.

"Stop, what have you done to Padma, Potter! Let her go or you'll be sorry!"

The raven haired man sneered back.

"No, it is you who will be sorry, you and that back stabbing bastard and his whore!"

"With the gods as my witness, mark my words:

I'll have Hogwarts burned to the ground for this!

And every last Gryffindor and their allies hunted down like the dogs they are!

I shall have my revenge!"

A gigantic thunder clap erupted, knocking more than a few people off their feet.

Harry pushed the ravenclaw girl away, telling others to take her. Slowly, he bent down and carefully scooped up the body of his one love.

"… Starting with this one here."

"NOOO!"

"Stupefy!"

"Avada Kedavre!"

But it was no use. Harry, Draco and the others along with their captive were gone before the spells reached them. Only the cold laugh of their once savior and golden boy remained, sending shivers through everyone's spin.

The aforementioned rain soon came, dousing the battlefield and creating rivers of blood.

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Hogwarts laid, its ruined structure burning bright as magic from the collapsed wards and the very essence of the castle fed into the gigantic inferno. For all its magnificence, for all its mystic, Hogwarts was burning to the ground, slowly but surely and one young raven haired, green eyed lord was making sure of it.

"It's over." The end of Hogwarts seemed almost anti-climatic.

"Is it?" Harry turned to his by now trusted lieutenant, the once haughty and arrogant Slytherin prince. Draco looked surprised.

"The dark lord's gone, the old fool's dead. The citizens flee in awe and fear of your armies. What else is there?"

The two watched as several of their brethrens cut down a few stragglers with a volley of killing curses. Considering that rarely did the supposed 'light side' show his own people mercy, Harry felt no remorse in issuing the 'take no prisoner' edict at the beginning of the battle. Not that it mattered. What remained of the Hogwarts defense force, the aurors and the order were determined to fight to the last man and woman, which was fine by Harry; he would prefer not to have to deal with keeping some many prisoners of war.

"…plenty, Monsieur Malfoy. Destructus Totalus!"

Both of the powerful young men turned to the sweet melodious voice that cut through the air as the figure unleashed a devastating wave of fire at her opponents. Their screams were cut off at the onset as they spontaneously combusted on contact.

"Gabrielle?" The girl nodded, turning to the two. The young blonde had come along way since that fateful day when Harry saved her in the lake by Hogwarts. Physically, she was now a beautiful blossoming teenage veela, with grace and charm that even her sister would have envied. At the same time, gone were the soft spoken manners, the precociousness, and the joyous laughs. But then, the horrific deaths of one's family and loved ones would do that.

"The European ministries are already in up roar over what's been happening here in Magical Britain. Once today's event gets out, it would cause chaos on the continent. Some factions are already on the verge of open rebellion."

Draco breathed in sharply.

"You want to invade mainland NOW? Right after all this." Draco gestured to the devastated landscape, the physically and magically exhausted wizards and witches and the ruined ancient stronghold silhouetting against the midnight moon.

"What better time is there? Our enemies would think us preoccupied with Britain to bother with Europe." Harry saw Draco frowning, but essentially conceding to the logic of the argument.

The French born girl was an absolutely brilliant strategist, the best that Harry knew, even better than his former friend Ron ever was. While her cool demeanor and her willingness to accept losses in battles shocked some of his comrades, making her seem cruel to others, Harry always adored the young girl who had come into his confidence. In the after math of his lover's death and amidst the clamor of those that wished to replace her, Gabrielle was a god sent. She was someone he could talk to and confide in, but didn't jostle around and try to take his deceased loved one's place in his heart.

Smiling, Harry thought back. The girl was one of the few persons that Harry reserved his gentler personality to and he had worked actively for a time to keep the young girl away from the war. Alas that was not to be, but then, given the events that happened, Harry could hardly complain. It is fair to say, that he might not have won the war had it not been for Gabrielle Delacour's efforts. She had been the only one capable of matching the machinations and tactics his former best friend and nemesis put out, eventually swinging the war in his favor.

"And what of our allies, the Veela communities and others that sent us aid?"

"They said they will try their best, but unless we intervene, the new radical government would crush them in an effort to gain control. They believe that a personal appearance by you would help them secure adequate support against the new regime."

Harry frowned before turning to Gabrielle with a smile.

"Then, you wouldn't mind accompanying little old me for a trip across the channel would you, Gabby?"

"Of course not, 'arry." The veela gave a delightful laugh, uttering Harry's name with her distinct French accent.

"Very well then. Draco, I leave everything in your capable hands." The blond barely suppressed his shock at being given command of the whole of the British Isles.

"But all of the troops are exhausted. They can't possibly wage another war."

"It's alright, Draco. My allies thought of that. Just spread the word and make quick preparations for our departure. I want it kept quiet so I can keep our enemies on the continent off guard."

The Malfoy heir didn't argue. His chance to rule with the full blessing of his lord. Needless to say his father would never have been able to do this under Voldemort's reign. It was a Slytherin's dream come true and damned if he wasn't going to take advantage of it. Muttering an acknowledgement, the blond boy, barking out orders to several wizards and witches who stood at attention.

"It seems like the end of an era, Gabby."

The blonde girl nodded, perfectly capable of guessing why that is.

"It gives me cold satisfaction that I have taken revenge against them. But that's just not enough anymore. Funny how I always shrunk from my role as the Boy Who Lived, but she, she changed all that. She made me realize that there was so much I could do, so much we could do… we often jokingly dreamed about ruling this world as Emperor and Empress, God and Goddess even…"

"The dream's still there. You could rule, and I… as well as others, would support you every step of the way."

Her bright azure eyes glowed with determination.

To be truthful, there was nothing the veela would deny Harry. When her family and friends were killed in the war by both sides, Harry, that sweet noble boy with bright green eyes that became the man that would not be stopped, had saved her again. He and his lover had taken her in when the world had forsaken her. They treated her with kindness and love in the midst of war, and she in turn came to adore and idolize them. Her reverence and devotion to them was only amplified by her veela magical powers.

But when Harry's mate died… no killed, murdered in that ambush, Gabrielle was devastated. Everyone thought Draco Malfoy was, except for Harry, the most hurt by her death, but they were wrong, it was Gabrielle. It was like losing her papa, mana and Fleur all over again, except only so much worse. She had been so empathically connected, that it was like losing a lover (not that she knew what a lover was like).

The lithe female could distinctively recall the day she shed her innocence – psychological innocence that is, not the poetic reference to one's maidenhood. That was another matter but she had long since lost her innocent outlook on life what with the war and watching her family's die, but she saw clearly how badly Harry wanted to try to keep her as pure as possible. It was a transparent and naïve attempt by Harry to try to keep one person close to him, one link to himself free of the violence, strife and taint that permeated everywhere else and Gabrielle obliged as best as a pubescent teenager possibly could.

Inevitably a façade could only last so long and Gabrielle's came off when Harry and the others dragged back the Ravenclaw girl that fateful night. Gabrielle had sat, numbed with disbelief as the news was narrated to her. She felt Harry's radiating anger and hatred as memories were extracted from the un-complying girl.

Gabrielle, sweet little Gabby, lost it…

It took a month to clean the magical residue off the walls and the high ceilings…

Parting with their comrades on the battlefield, the two traveled silently to their rendezvous.

"Your offer of leadership distracted Malfoy temporarily but I feel that he will soon be concerned about how you will control the continent without your Slytherin army."

Harry smirked.

"I'll inform him when the time comes."

"All hail Emrys, Lord Harold James Potter." The dark haired lord nodded like a general inspecting troops in formation.

Lines upon lines of tall exotic creatures, clad in colorful armors of gold and white, with intermixed colors of red, green and blue, wrapped in a shimmering cloak, stood at attention. Their pale and creamy skin, short but athletic stature, and a pair of distinctive long ears protruding out of crowns of either sun bleached blond, black or other exotic colored hair left no doubt what these beautiful beings were.

"Arise, proud elven warriors, blessed fair ones." Answered Harry in their native elven tongue.

The elves rose as one, standing proudly at attention. It was an awe inspiring sight even for Harry. He had no doubt of the effect they would have on the unsuspecting quibbling wizarding factions of Europe.

Imagine: a military force of a mystical light species long believed to have left the human mortal world behind standing beside the young English lord. Such an act would undoubtedly legitimize his right to rule, perhaps even granting him a divine mandate so to speak in eyes of some.

As Harry delved deeper into his thoughts, the young powerful wondered if he should thank the old man, Dumbledore, who banished him to the Elven realm while on his death bed. Undoubtedly, the old fool must be rolling over his grave at seeing the level of control and respect the Harry now enjoys amongst these 'light' creatures.

"My lord…"

Harry pulled out of his reverie, as someone shot out towards him.

"Lavender!" Instinctively, he captured the girl, dressed in an open cut battle dress, into his arms.

"Gabrielle, how are you?" In contrast to Harry's smile and friendliness, Gabrielle returned the greeting dryly.

"Princess, are the troops ready?"

The other girl managed to suppress a wince as she nodded. The exchange did not go unnoticed as Harry's expression darkened slightly. He didn't need this right now.

He growled quietly towards the two: "Ladies, Gabrielle has expert knowledge and connection with France as for it's her homeland and Lavender is one of the most respected emissaries of the elves. I trust that you two will cooperate with each other in this up coming operation."

A quick eye to eye exchange confirmed it.

"Good, then."

Turning to the troops, Harry offered his last few words.

"I have tried you, led you and fought beside you in past conflicts in defense of your homeland… from the forests of Kalindore to the hills of Cormanthor, but always it was in defense of your homeland. Now, I must request, besiege you, to fight for my homeland."

Here, Harry paused for dramatic effect as he surveyed the troops.

"I trust that all of you will fight with as much valor and distinction now as you did in the past."

There, flanked by two angels, the green eyed god/demon turned his eyes towards heaven as his elite elven warriors pledged themselves to his service with thunderous affirmations.

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Within the Atrium of Concordia situated amongst the high heavens, voices bickered and squabbled back and forth…

"No... but how?"

"Impossible..."

"Such power can not be allowed to reign freely!"

"Indeed, we must control..."

"None sense, I as guardian of ... protest..."

People shuffled nosily as the revelation laid unraveled around them. The structure of the atrium amplifying the sounds of order disintegrating into chaos as the normally calm celestial beings bristled about aimlessly like chickens with their head cut off.

"My lord?" The gentle stimulations from pale graceful fingers brought Corellon Larethian out of his thoughts. Meeting the gaze of his ever faithful consort, he nodded in acceptance.

"SILENCE!" The atrium immediately fell silent as everyone turned to gaze at the figure of the tall, charismatic deity. Surely this glorious and exalted god of gods, their first amongst firsts would know how to deal with this... upstart mortal who has dared to defy the gods by claiming kingship of their greatest of creations, this man who choose to reject their fellowship while continuing his blasphemous usage of their sacred arts. Yes, surely this Harry Potter will be held accountable...

"The one known as Lord Harry James Potter will not be harmed in any way."

The other, looked at him with mouths hanging wide open, hardly the expression of dignity and nobility their followers always imagine them to be. A few were so surprised that they apparently slipped on the tiles of the flooring. Then, there were the few, the few defenders of Harry Potter's virtue who smiled so widely that they looked positively devious.

"My lorrdd….but surely..."

"No, listen to me for I shall repeat, my fellow brothers and sisters of the Seldarine. Harry James Potter is not to be harmed in any way."

Silence...

"He will turn on us all!"

"But my lord, what about what he's done. He is lauded as a god while refusing the oath that binds us all..."

A derisive snort answered for Corellon.

"...an oath which you all breaks as readily as you ignore the plights of those people who you profess to be lord over... an oath which he has swore by... in action not in false words..."

"He has restored prosperity and hope in countless worlds, eliminated enmities since time immemorial, how dare you use the very sacred oath which you, all of you have desecrated as an excuse!"

The various lower deities and demi deities looked chagrined to have invoked the fury of the normally kind hearted Sehanine Moonbow, an early daughter of Corellon and Aurashnee. The Moon Goddess leveled a glare around her. What a bunch of hypocrites these fools are...

But a few remained defiant, convinced that the goddess was blinded by her affection for the mortal human. Surely their rightful leader, Corellon Larethian, First of the Seldarine, could be convinced of the danger the human Harry Potter represented.

"... what of his practical usurpation of the elven throne? His consort, whose obedience he commands, became elven by unnatural means reigns as the recognized Empress of the Elven Realms and refuses to acknowledge the guardianship of the Seldarine."

"This is heresy to everything we are, my lord. The elves, who are but our... your rather, greatest legacy on the mortal realms, my lord; they, who are the envy of gods and mortals alike have all but shunned us in favor of him, a non-elf..."

Indeed, surely this human upstart is as big a threat as the now deceased Spider Queen.

"Just as the Drows shunned you in favor of Lolth, so have the rest of them, the high, moon and other eves joined ranks against you, with a human no less."

"Enough!" The leader of the elven deities thundered in anger. "You speak as if they turned against me. That is not true and you know it. It was you, us…me who abandoned our children. We saw the elven ranks afflicted with corruption, greed and all such matters which we detested. And we directed our disgust on our children turning all of them away, denying them protection and salvation."

"It was we who were at fault; we, who made a mistake."

Corellon plowed onwards with his remarks.

"It should not, then, come as a surprise that they would eventually forsake us if we did so already. And for his efforts in coming into the confidence of the elves, the young Guardian of Magic should be praised, not condemned."

The protestors looked amazed, guilty and uncertain, unwilling to question the judgment of the greater deity.

Corellon shook his head. Never did he imagine in a million years that he would have to admit that the Seldarine and he himself were capable of such grievous errors.

"What about the unholy alliance he has drawn up which included the Drows, vampires and lesser species? It's an abomination..."

"Perhaps you ignorant lot should take a visit into the mortal realms every once in a millennia before you speak about matters you don't know!"

"That's quite enough, Sehanine." Berated the fair dame beside Corellon. While the beautiful goddess, who ranked second within the Seldarine, understood her step daughter's position, she could not accept the tone she was adopting towards the other deities.

The avid supporter of the mortal human, fumed silently at being dismissed, but complied, backing off away from the center of everyone's attention. Sehanine wondered how is it that the members of Harry Potter's court treated her with greater respect and dignity than her own brothers and sisters of the Seldarine.

"Enough is enough." Barked out Corellon finally as the noise levels threaten to lead to chaos. "Hear my decree now with the furies of fate as my witnesses. I have accepted the power that is Lord Harry James Potter and hope establish a friendship with his authority. And his domains on the mortal planes have been sanctioned by me and the other powers that be."

"Under no circumstances are he or his allies, whether elf, human, vampire or others, to be harmed or plotted against. Is that understood?"

The majority of those assembled looked uneasy, but a few determined members of the opposition seemed intent on arguing. The Greater Deity held up his hand for quiet.

"Of course, the neutrality of the deities is conditioned upon non-involvement by Harry Potter in heavenly affairs."

Silence… This was not what the opposition expected.

"...and he is willing to relinquish that right? That…power?"

Several looked at the offspring of Corellon, speaker of the pro-Harry faction. But the moon goddess remained stoically silent.

"He is. He has pledged himself to abstain from exercising any influence over the non-mortal realms. And the deities of the other races have voiced their support…"

"Why? Why would he admit defeat now when just recently he was willing to wage war against the heavens?" Questioned someone caustically.

No one answered.

"Can it be assumed that there's no objection then?"

No one voiced their opposition.

"Good, then by the powers that be, I, Corellon Larethian, Coronal of Arvandor, proclaim: let the treaty terms of neutrality between the Deities of Light and the mortal power that is Harry James Potter be reaffirmed and bounded."

A burst of light as the entities in the room felt the powers take hold and mark the decree.

The meeting soon adjourned thereafter as most of the deities took flight back towards their various domains.

Sehanine saw her father and his consort looking her way. She gave a faint smile behind guarded eyes before leaving them alone.

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"My lady..." A female in priestly garbs kneeled before the nude Dark Maiden, who stood glowing by the illumination of the moonlight in the dimly lit enclave.

"What is it, Istel'ira?" With a serine smile, the silver haired goddess turned to greet her servant.

"My lady..."

Interest piqued across the Drow goddess lovely face. She motioned the kneeled figure to recite the message while lightly tracing the battle bow by her side. The message could potentially decide whether or not she and her priesthood would march out in battle cloaks.

"It's been heard, that it has been done… The treaty has been confirmed, my lady."

"Congratulations are in order it seems, dearest sister. You are your people are safe."

The dark skinned goddess quietly dismissed her servant before turning to her half-sister.

Eilistraee smiled sadly. "Perhaps."

Quietly, the two deities, two sisters, one, of the Seldarine, the other, of the Drow pantheon, regarded one another.

"The treaty was rather hastily confirmed and would seem to prevent interaction between the deities and Lord Harry. And surely you must have sensed that unsettling feeling around him recently."

The dark maiden folded her arms around herself.

"And you wonder if I could be counted on to give aid I there's need. You don't... trust me, do you sister?"

"You were most...distressed at the prospect of raising arms against the Seldarine at Harry's side."

"Sister, for all your malcontent against your brethren, conflict with the Seldarine is not to be trifled with. And many have realized including our esteemed Emrys that it is not wise to enter into aggression against them. I was merely being concerned about the prospect of victory in the event of conflict." Snapped the dark elf, losing a bit of her patience, as she leveled a glare at her elven sister.

"...besides, it wasn't as if you weren't the least bit hesitant about rising up against your father? Words threatening revolt are one thing; acts of betrayal are entirely different matter."

"And yes, it would have been betrayal if you should side with Harry; for you would stand against your brothers and sisters in the Seldarine, against your father and their allies... Could you ever do that, my dear Sehanine? Or would you have merely quietly voted to abstain from the conflict."

The moon goddess felt cold. At the height of tensions, Harry had recognized his ally's precarious position on the Seldarine and had in fact suggested that she could not take a side should conflict break out so as not to offend anyone. It was an offer, which the Seldarine goddess, shame to say, had been quite keen on accepting for practical and political reasons.

"I was prepared to follow Lord Harry's lead. Were you?" Harry, naturally never held it against her, or if he did, he never showed it, but the same could not be said of his allies.

The Dark Maiden suddenly turned around, spinning her long silver hair behind her.

"You don't have to answer that. It is late and perhaps we should meet again when we are less tired and wary with the day's events. Send my greetings to father for me, little moon."

Stopping at the doorway, the Dark Maiden added one final parting sentence.

"… my priestesses and warriors have proudly fought under his banners. And my chosen died for him. Do remember that, dear sister."

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Squeals of delight mixed with moans and hisses continuously bombarded the walls and ceilings of his lordship's private quarters. Two tangled bodied laid on the bed sheets, locked in between an intense struggle and an intimate embrace.

With an exaggerated grunt, the raven haired male flopped down on top of his partner, pinning the lithe elven vixen, who simply refused to stop squirming. In fact, the female elf seemed to take great delight in playfully resisting the efforts of her lover in grabbing her, taunting and teasing him by sliding her body up and down.

The male's eyes blazed with passion and desire, fueled by the fragrance of the product of their earlier union, which coated their bodies in a clear sheen.

"What do you think you are doing, love?" Mirth danced across the brightly colored eyes of the elf even as she knows exactly what her lover was doing.

"You! Lav."

"oh… wait! Mhm...ugh." Bed sheets were thrown apart as the withering body motions of the couple took on renewed urgency.

"oh GODS... Haaarrrrrrry…"

Harry Potter smiled for the first time in many days. Recently, life has been especially hard and as gruesome as the old days of life and death combat against powerful nemesis. Between headaches caused from trying to be the consummate politician and appease every bloody person in his vast alliance network and the possibility of conflict with the powers that be, there were times that Harry thought he would burst.

If he had known 'peace' would make life so difficult, the raven haired overlord would surely have made certain to have waged a couple of other longer wars. Indeed, at the fundamental and abstract level, bloodlust and a hunger for battle came easy for the part demonic wizard, whose certain proclivities are nonetheless tempered by his natural born humaneness.

Who would have thought this was the life the Boy Who Lived would lead? Certainly not him, but then again the godly like Guardian of Magic has come a long way from being the reluctant white knight in training of his school days. Things which he had once rejected or shied away from; absolute power, extravagant wealth, popularized fame, heightened longevity and of course, the most beautiful and intelligent women were now available to him to extents no mortal man can even begin to fathom.

The journey hasn't been entirely pleasant, of course, not at all... but then again, based on the sounds his partner was making, he really couldn't complain.

"hm... let's…do it again..." The female pleaded. So they did it again... and again... and again.

The vivacious female drifted off out of consciousness with a radiant smile on her face.

Unable to keep a smirk off of his face, Harry laced right hand through the golden mane of his semi-comatose mate, gently stoking beads of wet and sticky shinny chestnut blond hair. The female moaned in appreciation, plastering her body even closer against him.

Looking out the grand balcony doorway, Harry recognized that it was almost dawn. As much as he enjoyed watching the elven beauty curled beside him like a kitten, they needed to get up soon.

Pulling his hand out of her dark blond hair, Harry began lightly tracing the front length of the elf's luscious body, leaving glistening spots of wetness from the shoulders down to her toned abdomen. He never grew tired to relishing her loveliness, and truly the word defined her not just in the physical sense.

After a few minutes, Harry found a pair of heavily lidded eyes gazing back at him in awe.

"I missed that so much. You were simply wonderful, Harry... as usual." Giggling playfully, the elf propped herself across the male human's chest, squishing his hand between their bodies.

When Harry extracted his hand, the elf grabbed it. She tossed him a sultry smile; her eyes danced with joy as she slowly and diligently cleaned the digits with her mouth all the time making exaggerated and erotic noises.

"Nice try, Lav, but we don't have time."

"Please.." Begged the elf, adopting a cute, innocent and pity-me pout. Harry laugh simply laughed in response. It really was as adorable as it was pathetic.

"Are you sure you can go on?" The elf hissed as Harry made his point (pun intended). Startled, the female crashed onto of him.

"Ouch...oh god am I sore...in a good sort of way of course."

The male rolled his eyes at his mate's playfulness, but couldn't help but smile as well. Despite her age, experience and supposed elven etiquette, his belle could still managed to act like a kid sometimes...something he was grateful for, though it occasionally made him uncomfortable when it occurred during their more intimate moments.

"Enough, get up Lav."

"Are you sure, my lord?"

Harry arched an eyebrow at the impromptu usage of formality. But he didn't have long to ponder those thoughts as his peripheral magical senses picked up his lover's attempt to mentally stimulate him.

Looking out the window again, Harry decided that they probably had a little more time.

"So the elf wants to keep playing?"

"uh huh... you bet."

Lips crashed against lips as both felt the room swirl around them.

Within moments, magic began to cycle and twist through out the room. The elf felt herself shivering in anticipation as she felt her very core being stroked and touch by the sentient being next to her. The room exploded in a burst of light around the ground zero that was Harry James Potter. Sighing in content, his elven lover drifted, allowing herself to be covered with a sense of absolute security and warmth. Commanding her mind and body to respond, the elf projected her own blanket of emotions, smiling as she felt it conjoin with that of her lover. The sense deepened, and beads of sweat formed rapidly as the feelings of unearthly pleasure assaulted her in waves. Ignoring the rising pings of discomfort and inevitable pain, the young woman prepared herself; she left her soul bare to the awesome power that surrounded her. It did not hesitate to penetrate her, filling every single part of her very essence with euphoria to the point of being... suffocating.

And then... it was gone... The female spluttered incoherently, attempting to moan, cry and whimper all the while gasping wildly to retrieve that essence, that feeling while taking in lungful of air. She looked around with a glazed expression... uncertainty, loneliness, fear: dark emotions chased each other across the elf's still disoriented mind. Finally, two strong arms finally forced her to look up into a pair of passionate but reassuring emerald eyes.

Harry sat up, pulling the female into his chest, stroking her long mane while muttering sweet nothings into one of her long and elegant pointy ears. It wasn't long before she calmed down from her highs.

Pulling away slightly, she looked up speaking in a quivering voice: "I...I'm sorry, Harry...I mean, my lord. I, it was too much for me I guess. I'm so sorry..."

The elf looked absolutely distraught.

"That's enough, Lavender..." Commanded Harry softly but sternly causing her to immediately bow her head as if expecting some sort of a reprimand. Sighing, Harry pulled her close, resting her head against his chest so that the rhythmic beating of his heart could calm her down.

"Stop it this instant. It's not your fault, Lav. It's mine." Harry pressed his finger against the rosy lips of his lover to hold off her protest. "No, listen to me, I know it is. I knew I shouldn't have tried again given how active we were last night."

Here, while not exactly blushing, Harry did look modestly embarrassed. Well, he had every right to have been somewhat more pro-active than usual. It has been quite a while for him... not that he didn't have the opportunity, far from it. But with out his bonded mate by his side, it didn't feel right. And he didn't think he missed it THAT badly... until last night that is.

"In fact, I should be the one apologizing for being so...ahm rough. See..."

Lavender the elf giggled.

"oh, don't be silly, my love. If anything, I just wish you were willing to be that assertive more often. And I have it under good sources that I'm not the only one."

Harry groaned as the elf giggled. He supposed it's a good thing that she was back in a good mood... or maybe not.

Lavender stopped laughing, pulling slightly so that she could look at Harry.

"I know that you can and want to continue..."

Indeed, it was easy for the powerful female elf to sense the large reserve of power Harry was holding at bay. It was equally easy for Harry to see how completely drained his elven lover was.

"Lav, I have said this many times, you don't need to push yourself to try and...keep up with me. You are a wonderful lover."

"I know, it's not that...not entirely at least." Creasing her eyebrows in a thoughtful manner, Lavender absent mindedly tucked a few strands of her loose blond braids behind her ear, an act that Harry couldn't help but be mesmerized by.

...which happen to be perfect for the clever elf, who pushed a startled Harry back onto the bed facing upwards. Said elf then plastered herself at her beau's side, wrapping one of his arms securely over herself while lightly tracing the length of his well toned chest.

"It's just been so long... I asked no...demanded to the others earlier to have you to myself tonight even though they and I know that I probably couldn't keep up."

"The others weren't happy, of course, but it's just that...I missed you so much and it was even better than I remembered!" Adoration filled Lavender's eyes briefly before being pushed aside by anger.

"Damn the Elf Council! Damn those snobbish nobles! Damn the Seldarine for leaving us with this mess!"

Harry tried to fight the urge to laugh at his lover's choice of elven words, but failed quite measurably.

"And damn you for being so logical, and forcing me to go." The tone was playful, but serious enough that Harry felt he needed to address once again.

"I couldn't be there, Lav. In order to be accepted as the Empress and the rightful ruler of the Elven Realm, you needed to gain legitimacy in the eyes of your elven peers separate from my own... something that you succeeded marvelously in from what I can see. As I have said many times before, you are a credit to me and more importantly to yourself."

Not even one who persevered through so much, accomplished so much and even became his Lordship's shadow, such as Lavender, could avoid showing a slight blush at such high praise from Lord Harold James Potter.

Rising up to her knees, elven heiress formally acknowledged her lord's compliment with the arm across heart and deeply bowed head.

"You honor me with your words, my Lord."

Harry nodded grimly, knowing better than to try and stop her given the nature of their bond. But a somewhat awkward silence fell afterwards, until he thought of something.

Pulling the elf onto his chest facing him, Harry teased.

"Enough of that... there's however the matter of your language and tone, young lady. Where did you learn such naughty words?"

Eyes dancing with mirth, the elf smiled coquettishly.

"My humblest of apologies for this grievous transgression, my lord. How can I ever repent for my evil act." The great and mighty wizard of the ages almost dropped the ball on a simple comic act as he saw his bonded giving him the most adorable doe-eyes look.

"Hmmm...it is a most serious offense. Speaking such profane words." Lightly toughing her silky skin, Harry frowned. "You must be punished severely..."

Lav smiled.

"... at some other time."

Harry laughed as his companion pouted adorably.

Not to be beaten just yet, the elf gave a sly grin. Displaying great agility and dexterity, she flipped herself around so that her back was pressed firmly against Harry.

"You know, milord. You can still take me ... dans le derriere as the French would say." The elf's winked, smiling even more broadly as she watched as her skilled lover groan in pleasure while desire danced in his enflamed green eyes.

Showing equal finesse, Harry flipped both of them upside down so that he was on top, pressing the squirming, nimble and tense elf into the pillow and bed sheets.

Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear: "Hmm... and I say it's time to get up."

Lavender growled in frustration.

"Tease…" Ignoring her comment, Harry stood up and moved to gather his clothing.

"It's dawn already. Gabrielle is probably waiting for us already?"

Frowning, the elf propped herself up with her hands.

"So, you are her lord. Make her wait as long as needed, she won't mind."

"Gee, my lady, how very considerate of you." Was the sarcastic reply as the figure in question appeared.

The elf on the bed shrugged good naturedly.

"Good morning, 'arry." The female gave a small bow which Harry returned. It was a compromise arranged between the High Lord and his inner circles; that he would be treated respectfully but be greeted informally in private.

"How are you, Gabby? I have missed you." The silvery blonde female smiled fondly at the pet name and allowed herself to be drawn into an affectionate hug. Reacting instinctively, the woman then planted a big juicy kiss on Harry's lips.

"Me too. Itz good to hav you back as we'l." Then thinking of something, Gabrielle broke away. "... you too, my lady."

Lavender, meanwhile, was laying comfortably in bed, watching with the shadow of a smile her 'man' hug and kiss another beautiful woman in not an entirely platonic way.

"Oh, don't mind me. Pretend that I'm not here."

"Hmm… that is perhapz a bit hard to do." Here, the veela nodded towards Lavender's glistening and nude front torso. The elf stretched out her body in response, causing her ahm...assets to perk ups.

"Want some seeing as Harry doesn't seem to be in the mood to play?" Harry blinked. Admittedly, he was enjoying the light and not so light barter between them and admittedly his bonded can be fairly kinky, but usually she was only this open to him and almost never towards Gabrielle. Maybe she's hornier than he thought. Harry chuckled at this. As much as he would like to see how this ends, he really needed to get cleaned up.

"Well, in that case, play nice. I'm going to take a shower...alone." Harry had walked off and closed the bathroom doors before either of the girls could say anything.

"I ze that you two had fun. I'm surprized that he did not knock you out."

The tone was light and humorous, something Lavender was thankful for. Her relationship with the veela and the other very important female in Harry's life was never entirely amicable. In fact, there were times when the two seemed to downright despise each other. That's understandable really. Where as Gabrielle completely devoted herself to Harry from the beginning to present, the human turned elf, had a not so perfect streak. While the green eyed sex god with whom she shared her bed with had often declared that to be inconsequential, Lavender Moonflower, did not manage to outlive and triumph over the various competitors who came out of Hogwarts by being stupid and ignorant ... contrary to what all who knew her in her youth might have assumed.

But alas, Lavender is still Lavender and however well trained a mage and fighter she was or however worldly and intelligent she has became, she still carried that air of being what some would call "ditzy," others would call exuberantly open. Hence, it's not surprising that the elf failed to notice the slightly forced smile on her companion's face as she gush on and on.

"Oh he did, oh by the gods he did. In fact, I think I spent most of the night unconscious. He was so good…. even better than I remembered..." Gabrielle tensed unconsciously. Now this Lavender didn't miss.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing that concerns you." The words were mumbled but carried a distinct hard edge, sounding almost sardonic.

The elf frowned, her eyes narrowing at the obvious lie. Here, she was sharing a very happy moment and a very important person in Harry's and therefore her life was snubbing her.

"Out with it, General."

Gabrielle tensed instantly right as the temperature in the room plummeted.

By identifying using her rank, both knew that Lavender wasn't making a request. But seeing the hard glint in the temperamental veela's eyes, Lavender wondered if she had been hasty. The take no nonsense, full speed ahead attitudes of the two was another thing that didn't help their relationship any. Briefly, the elven minx wondered if she should back down and apologize. Whatever their official standing, the beautiful veela and legendary confidant and advisor of Harry was her, de facto, equal if not superior.

Gabrielle, meanwhile, continued to stare at Lavender coolly, gazing into the depth of her soul as if to pass judgment. If the Elven Empress could espouse herself to be the might of the elves and the culmination of their fighting spirit, then General Gabrielle could be at least as imposing, drawing upon her image and experience as the fearsome and brilliant commander of the Imperial Legionary Forces.

After a few moments of tension, Gabrielle finally dropped her gaze with a sigh.

"…perhapz you should not be so enthusiastic about your reunion wiz 'arry when we meet the others."

"What?" Lavender asked, bewildered. But confusion quickly gave away to anger.

"Why? Are you telling me they are angry with me, his supposed mate, for having him to myself last night? After being away from him for over four months!"

"Non, stop it! No one's angry with you, Lav, or blames you for wanting 'arry... Itz juz...wait... four monthz!"

Gabrielle jumped up, waving her hands to try to calm the other girl down.

"Tell me about it. There were times when I could have screamed especially with all the bloody crap I had to deal with from those elves with no way to release the stress."

That wasn't entirely true. Beating up highly trained and skilled but compared to her, hapless, warriors were moderately satisfactory, as was punishing that Seldarine bitch. The elf smirked at this, but thinking about such things inevitably forced her to recall her involuntary separation from Harry.

Lavender dropped her head into her hands. In response, Gabrielle climbed on the bed and hesitantly wrapped an arm around the other girl. The blonde girl was frustrated, but she really hadn't intended to make the other girl sad.

"I'm very sorry. We all thought you someho' managed to get sometime alone with him." The elf muttered something along the lines of 'I wish.'

"…. because none of us have been with him. In fact, most of us.. havn't seen him since he was last wiz you."

Lavender's head shot up.

"What! You mean, all this time..." The look in Gabrielle's eyes confirmed this fact. Lavender frowned. Strange. It was doubtful that Harry found relief elsewhere when plenty of girls and women much closer to home were more than willing to help him. So that meant he went without … for 4 months? That thought was quite mind boggling all things considered.

"...before last night, the last time I had 'physical relief' was 4 months ago." Harry silently dropped into a seat facing the two girls. Normally the girls might have giggled about his choice phrase. Despite everything, Harry was still at times uneasy discussing his unique relationships, a carryover chivalrous sentiment about not being entirely monogamous. It was something that his girls found particularly endearing. But this time, the matter of why Harry carried out a voluntary abstinence campaign was of more immediate concern.

Harry rubbed his chin as he looked at the confused and slightly hurt expression on Gabrielle's face.

"Gabby, before you ask, you know it's not because of you or the others or any of your actions or inactions." Indeed, a number of the females were empathically connected, some of them strongly, with Harry. If the powerful lord had showed any signs of displeasure and/or mal content, the girls would have known immediately.

"Then why?"

Harry thought about his answer for a few minutes, while the girls waited patiently.

"Look, these last few months have been trying... not so much as the old days when our survival was always in question, but there was simply bloody lot to do. 'Bureaucrapcy' as Malfoy would call it."

The girls snorted.

"… and Malfoy just loves it. He practically bath in the crap these people spit out of their mouths. And your continuing praises does nothing to help that ego of his."

Harry did not comment to this crude but no less accurate assessment. Draco Malfoy had become Harry's most brilliant of politicians and foreign ministers as well as being one of his closest and reliable companions. The raven haired man smiled: He and Draco... who would have thought back then, certainly not him or Draco for that matter. Strangely all of the girls hated or disliked the blond aristocrat, who was perhaps the highest ranking male (aside from Harry of course) in his multi-racial magical empire.

"In any case, I just thought that my absence would allow everyone else to develop closer relationships with each other."

"Is that all? You could have just ordered us or even simply just expressed your desire for us to be together, Harry." Grinned Lavender cheekily, dancing her fingers across the compliant Gabrielle's cloth covered but none the less luscious body.

It was only from many past experiences and sheer exertion of will power that Harry did not react naturally.

The other female giggled like a little girl, lightly punching the elf in the arm. Her demeanor softening as the mood lightened.

"You are such a perv, Lav." The elf pouted, mockingly rubbing her booboo. "And what did you do to our other esteemed representative to the High Elven court. You know… that Seldarine inbred bitch of a princess. She came back limping and with this livid bruise across…"

Harry's eyebrows arched so high, it seemed to disappear into his hair. Now, as demanded by her position as an Elven royalty, Lavender Moonflower was generally at least in public fairly well mannered. The one person, who always managed to set her off, was the other gorgeous, intelligent and witty Elven royalty within his inner circle.

The term 'Seldarine inbred bitch of a princess' was one of the more colorful names Lavender bestowed upon the only other elven royalty within Harry's inner-est of inner circles. Incidentally, as the elves didn't have a translation for the words: 'inbred' or 'bitch', said royalty assumed she was being addressed as simply the 'seldarine princess,' an affirmation of her purported title. The princess's failure to react appropriately to Lavender's quip apparently set the female off, resulting in a rather spectacular sword slash cat fight until Harry arrived on the scene and broke it up.

"This wouldn't be the same "inbred bitch" you almost maimed 5 months ago in a rigged match would it? How did this happen?"

The human turned elf glowered. "She was asking for it. She insulted me and by extension Harry before the entire gathering of elders and priests. Still all I did was…"

"We don't need to know, lav!" Harry added hastily, feeling slightly flushed.

"Still, that doez not add up, 'arry."

"Gabrielle, I couldn't keep having everyone stop what they are doing elsewhere and be with me just to ...ahm take care of my urges. They aren't just my ahm…" Harry trailed off.

"Sex toys?" The ladies giggled as Harry mumbled.

"Yeah, thanks ladies. Anyway, they do have jobs and duties to perform."

"Besides... I'm not dominated by my desires." Growled Harry rather forcefully, looking at Gabrielle as he added the last part in an after thought.

The young Veela wanted to ask if his lord said that to convince them or himself, but thought better of it and kept it to herself. It was all too easy to see the beast that lurked beneath him. Clearly, however energetic the elven vixen tried to portray herself to be, she obviously wasn't able to completely tame her lover last night.

Feeling an awkward silence descend, Lavender moved off of the larger than king sized bed.

"The others are expecting us. Gabrielle, why don't you escort our lord to meet them. I'll join you once I freshen up." Both nodded. After giving his bonded one final kiss, Harry walked out of the room with Gabrielle trailing half a step behind.

As Harry entered the grand hall, he was greeted with an explosive applause from the small but enthusiastic crowd composed of his most trusted of confidants and friends.

"Welcome back, my lord!"

"What did I say about calling me that in private?"

"Whatever you say my lord." Harry laughed. "It's good to have you back."

"It's good to be back." Indeed, it was. Surrounded by loved ones, friends and once again king of the world. What could be better?

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AN1: Hmm has quite a bit of cannon Forgotten Realms stuff in it. I spent quite a bit of time on researching names and relationships and stuff. It's not exact and I changed a lot but I hope you like it still.

The meanings I got for some of the names:

Seldarine: High Brothers and Sisters of the World

Corellon Larethian: Legendary Chief, Arcane Lord of the Night

AN2: This chapter seems to take the concept of super-power Harry entirely overboard and that really is the point. Essentially right now Harry's at the top of the world. Very soon, I'm going to drop him all the way back down, strip him of his friends, allies, connections, his most powerful abilities and leave him with oh say 10 of his magic. :p

AN3: While it's pretty obvious Harry has a harem of how ever females from how ever many races he wants, that's not what I'm going for so no worry. I read enough such original fictions where I absolutely can not tell the difference between girl A from girl B from girl ZZ. What's more, whatever spicy scene (to be posted elsewhere) I write will most likely be no more than a basic threesome. It's a disaster trying to write a sex scene with any more girls. The pronouns just kill you.

AN4: Lavender was not born Elven, she turned elf via a blood ritual. Hint: her last name is key here to both her new race and her title.

AN5: Just to be clear, I'm NOT a Malfoy fan, but for the purposes of this story, he'll be on the 'right' side so to speak.