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Chapter Three: A Brand New World
part 3 *This is Going to Hurt*

As the sun shined bright starting a new day its light passed across the realm inside a window and into a well placed mirror that redirected the photons to hit full force the face of a sleeping teenager.

"Bloody sun", grumbled the teen as the bright rays almost leaved him blind and removed any traces of slumber. "No wonder the dark side is preferred"

A week has passed since the escape from the castle and Harry could say this was fun- not. Since he managed to get in this world any new discovery was world shattering or just plain weird, and that was on the first day.

Dumbledore evil

Dragon Slayers live and breathe

Hollows destroyed

Hagrid a Bright Revolutionary going against his last headmaster

Tom Riddle not only was good but died saving others

A three way war between full magical, non-magical and the in-between

Luna's creatures actually exist

It was mind blowing, well not the last one, it was possible with every species in the world, without counting the extinct and including the ones that were being discovered still to this day, but the other actually went against everything he believed or knew.

Removing him self from bed was a bit of a task, his muscles and bones screamed at him in pain from the training he received here; but then again he can feel himself getting stronger, or at least better than before.

"Hedwig lets go"

A giant mass next to the bed shivered before standing up, reveling to the world a Thestral, another of this world's surprise, well not really, but a welcomed one. Turns out that Thestrals are like unseelie, a dark counterpart from a light creature, Just like Faeries are born from the belief and innocent wishes from children, their dark counterparts are born from the wish of dying children so that event is a sad moments.

Thestrals like Unseelie are born from death, turns out that they breed from the death of bonded familiars, or more exactly when they die, the soul of the bonded familiar is absorbed by the Thestral and they become pregnant (yes all are female), so the souls reincarnate on Thestrals foals. If the bond or the mage were strong then the familiar can remember its past life, many of them are aggressive against wizards because reincarnation isn't perfect so they will remember their death or the painful parts giving into resentment.

The fact that his world Hagrid managed to tame a herd of them speaks for his own.

The surprise was that when Hedwig died, part of her soul didn't leave, instead it attached to him through the bond, and when he died it reinforced the bond, so when he was send here she came with him and it was just the Potter luck that the Thestral he found here was this worlds own Hedwig, but his Hedwig fused with it and now she remembers all thanks to the bond.

Of course it took 5 hours and the translations from a very fluent Centaur in order to understand why a she was very attached to him, and guess what, he could be happier to have his first friend back. On the other hand it brought some very unpleasant thoughts.

His Ministry was full of morons and inbreeded fools so any information that is considered dark is forbidden. And he actually wanted to be an Auror under their management, he must have been really mad.

A soft neigh from the left indicated him that they had been moving while he pondered; of course since he already knew the way both of them were already on the dinning hall, but by the look of it a Mess Hall.

The Hallowed Bastion was more than just a refuge for those escaping the empire, but it were also a base of operation for several guilds that fight to keep the world from actually collapsing, and if the chance is there protect it from the Overlord.

So as he entered the hall he saw others having breakfast, his gaze searched and locked on the 3 of them that he knew.

A female Goblin ravenous attacking a stacked tower of pancakes taller than her covered in what he hoped was strawberry jam.

A slightly cynic German wizard, eating a butter and jam muffin with what looked like a tar of beer.

"Pleasant sunbirth1 isn't it outworlder" came the melodious greeting from the third one.

There a very graceful female smiled at him, reddish brown hair cascade to her waist, ethereal teal eyes and pointy ears proved of her semi-human nature; she was Eviy Tifftenia Willow, half elf medi-mage and Sieghart`s intended.

"Good morning Miss Willow, every one, so only you today" Harry asked as he took a seat near them and started picking some food, of course setting a second plate full of Bacon for his new equine familiar, no one, not even reincarnation can separate Hedwig from her bacon, just luck that Thestrals were carnivore.

At his greeting Hooktip, merely grunted before launching a new attack on the tower, that by the look of it was filled with sausages.

"Gunter morgen" was Lizberg`s reply "nien, kibble had a late night mission, bloody lazy were" harry started ignoring his grumbles after that

Right now he accepted the rivalry/animosity from the wizard and the muggle… non-magical werewolf; it was not bigotry, just that both are annoy each other at every opportunity, yet would be no doubt that they would jump in front of the other to protect them.

The locals actually hatted the terms muggle, muggleborn and more considering them very insulting, to the point of brain dusting those that used it on hearing range; he could actually imagine what would happen if and idiot actually say mudblood on their presence.

As for the other two well he now knew that Dwarves sleep from midnight to mid day, as for Sieghart…

"Today is 15, so he will be there for a while Outworlder" as if reading his mind the half-elf responded, it was scary how those two did it.

Hooktip stopped her voracious attack to finish "o yeah Hubby must be visiting them" she actually laughed at the glare the Elf threw at her "wach the matter princess, angry"

That made him remember the first time he met her.

FLASHBACK

Hagrid?

"Do I`K'ow you" came from the half giant

Before Harry could cover his blunder a shout filled the air and the earth trembled

"BLUNDERING IDIOT"

CRASH

Sieghart Highwind was many things, but a fearless idiot he was not, so when a woman fell from the sky brandishing a vine stilled rapier filled with brambles and thorns and a face filled with fury so he did what any intelligent male do and duck for cover.

The small hole in the ground showed the girl better, pointy ears and a dead flower on the hand not holding the rapier, red soggy eyes were the evidence of crying.

"Swee..." anything the dragon knight tried to say was interrupted as she lunged at him, rapier violently sweep in his direction; as she griped the dead flower.

Yet nobody intervened, the rescued simply were terrified of the elf, but his friends only shooked their heads slightly, yet made no move to intervene, in fact the goblin was watching with glee (sanguinophilie), the German was gob smacked, the dwarfs only muttered something about that time of the year and went with Hagrid for a drink, yet the only one to talk was the American.

"That bloody haze for brains actually did it, he gave her a heart orchid" the exclamation was made with a lot of emotion "and if it is dry no wonder she is pissed"

"What is a heart Orchid? And who is her, but why aren't you helping, or me for that question?" exclaimed Harry at the incredulous looks he received, but also at discovering he could not enter even if he wanted.

"In reverse order" the Were exclaimed, happy for the distraction as the elf viciously tried to rip his new friends heart.

"We can't intervene since it is an elfin situation, so other creatures have no business on it, magic actually enforce it; the beauty Eviy Tifftenia and some kind of tree, she was the one that gave me the magic juice, and as for the Orchid, are you sure you don't know, I mean, any fighter knows of them, they are a special flower that can connect with the life force of another living being, fighters give it to their loved ones when they go on missions, as a signal of hope, as long as the one connected lives the flower will glow, yet if the heart stops then the plant withers and dies, is like a promise of return"

Now Harry could actually understand the gist of it, Sieghart entered the other world the flower died making her think he had died. And now seeing him alive it's too much, no wonder she is pissed, it actually remained him of how Hermione reacted after his stunts and everybody though he would not make it.

"Fuck it, just for giving it to here in elven eyes they are engaged" the were finished

Before Harry could comment on the news he spied from the corner of his eye and object fling at top speed in their direction.

"DOWN" as both ducked as a sound of air cutting filled on top of them as the rapier flew right next to them and stab the ground.

Returning their eyes to the couple he could see she was disarmed but continued to pound into the dragon slayer`s chest, yet he didn't move, sorrow filled their faces as tears poured non stop.

"Thought… you …. Dead… no… time… too… much" she tried to say between sobs as she buried her face into his shoulder and embraced him as her cries became louder, yet the lancer softly embraced her, tears filled his eyes as he softly kissed her forehead, and whispered soothing words.

"Sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you, my heart only stopped a second but returning to you was important, my soul, my heart, my life, my dream my future, you are all of them and nothing would keep me apart of you" as he embraced her tighter, and her sorrow lightened.

Anything else will remain a mystery as Edmund grabbed Harry by the cuff of the neck, despite his protest, and hauled him to the bastion. Citing something about giving them a bit of privacy.

They found them latter sitting side by side in front of some graves, the 2 smaller were his parents, the big one of his adoptive father, Harry almost had a heart attack as he heard it was a dragon. And on the floor in front of them the pieces of Mordread's wand.

END OF FLASH BACK

A light of recognition filled his eyes "Thanks I will pay my respects then, and please just call me Harry, Miss Willow" said Harry standing up while Hedwig was on her second serving and trying to consume her own weight in pig goods, the fact that she and Hooktip were even more graceful and less gross that a certain ginger haired wasn't missed by the wizard.

She only calls him Outworlder since they discovered he was from other world, damn mess that made, till Sieghart spun a story to explain his presence here using some facts about the experiments on the castle and that they meet after the death of Mordread, in order to keep the existence of the Grim Reapers and the SDD. The reactions were slightly funny, Druakger asked of his worlds Dwarf and metals, Hooktip kicked him in the shins and told him to goblin up, Lizberg face palmed as he grumbled about BWSS (British Wizard Stupidity Syndrome), Edmund actually gave him the thumbs up while Eviy only gazed at him before her demur softened.

"And I told you that I will only call you that till you call me by my given name" came from a calmer Eviy, is amazing how that gobbling can get under her skin.

"No can do" he replied smiling as he left the hall

Lizberg raised an eyebrow at his departure before adding "It is actually very terrifying how much alike those two are"

Back field near the Goblin camp entrance

The zone looked as if a child took various pictures of scenery and mashed them together in a Collage, the pitch black stone doors signaled the entrance to subterranean tunnels country, making it the goblin territory, a small patch filled with plants and flowers was directed to the lake and then directed to the forest surrounding the area.

Knelling in front of several slabs of stone and a massive Sardonyx formation was Sieghart, speaking in a low tone voice, a mirad of emotions cruising on his face. So full concentrated on his activity he almost jumped when someone crouched beside him and offered a small prayer.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a normal

"Nothing really, is just I wish I could have done this on my world" Harry responded

"What would stop you now?"

"Nothing"

After 10 minutes both stand up and took to the field.

"Come on, lets start your real training"

"Wait REAL?" Then what the heck was last week he thought as he remembered and shivered.

DAY one

"OK I am going to duel you and test your reflexes" Sieghart said

Harry prepared for a small battle remembering he was under the effects of the Etheron.

CHANTUS BELLAX

A bright light filled the air and all became black. Lesson 1, never underestimate your enemy.

DAY two

He had to run, the forest was thick, but then again he was fighting a werewolf so the distance was a must.

It took a couple of minutes before he could breath a bit, the instant he tried to rest near a tree he heard a barely audible click and then someone turned on the heat. Lesson 2; never forget about the human part of the werebeasts.

Day three

He was hanging up side down from a vine, as he watched the amused smirk of the pretty Half Elf as she waved her finger and the vine wobbled him.

Lesson 3 never EVER fight an Elf, the representations of the nature spirits, in a BLOODY FOREST

Day four

He managed to disarm her, but Hooktip continued to ambush him with a new weapon, he counted daggers, swords, spears, rapiers, anything with a pointy tip to stab him.

As the leaves moves and rattled he pointed his wand in that direction, a curse ready on his lips, yet the sensation of deja-vu continued to hit him, as if a velociraptor or another predator would blindside him the instant he started the spell fire. Yet it was all for naught, as the soil he was standing moved a bit and just behind him the Goblin busted from bellow with the most wicked looking axe he ever laid eyes on.

"KAKAROTT2"

Lesson 4; Goblins are vicious little buggers that knows how to use any weapon, no matter the sex.

He shuddered as he tried to suppress the memories of the following days.

"Hey you coming?" shouted Sieghart from inside the forest.

With a sigh Harry just sprinted in his direction, a grim view of the future. The only thing that kept him calm was the sight of a small fox like creature with bushy tail, green as the forest, and a small red gemstone horn on its forehead, the cute little thing was nibbling a dandelion. Cute, yet it didn't stopped his feeling of foredoom

"Ah Ruby, are you ready to help me with his training?" Sieghart asked as he scooped the critter in his arms

Pyuuuuu

Surprised and full of curiosity harry wanted to know just what it was.

"O this little fellow is my familiar, Ruby, he is a Carbuncle" while nuzzling on the plushy like creature as Ruby yipped.

Bestiary

Carbuncle

Also known as Magi Felix Reflectio, is a magical animal from Central America, its origin is shrouded in mystery, but what little is known was from Maya, Olmeca and Lenca Lore. Reports of Incan Lore also have mention of them. They are hailed as protectors, since they can only give birth in Ley Lines the Kits develop a high magical resistance, to the point they are capable of reflecting Mana (Magical energy) to its origin.

Very Nimble and very intelligent, they are capable of understanding human speech to the point it is recorded some tried to respond using charades; They are very picky on who they go near, always running from humans, making it almost impossible for them to become familiars, since they look for those that are more in connection with nature and able to ignore destiny.

The horn in their heads is made of gemstone, the most common being sapphire and ruby, almost like a giant carbuncle, hence they name. While it is reported they could channel magic to create a Barrier around living things or places, it was never proved, any experimentation is blocked by those these creatures trust, since the magical bond is stronger, Humans that take a carbuncle for familiar care more for protecting than destroying, yet they will become fierce defenders of the small magical animal.

Very playful, but also good to identify the character of others and distrust those that hide nasty intentions, they share more traits with the Kneazels than with Demiguises.

They travel alone, unless mated, and they travel with the mate and the cubs till they reach of age, Carbuncles mate for life, completely herbivores and Insectivores, it seams Dandelions is the equivalent of Catnip for them; their blood has no discovered magical properties since no master will lend a Carbuncle for study. Weak against Physical Attacks thanks for their small size; yet almost immune to any magical action, only vulnerable to already deflected ones, or those of magical origin but physical form.

Attack: C-

Magical Attack: B-

Physical Resistance: C+

Magical Resistance: S+ (Reflection)

Speed: S+

Harry marveled at the cute but intriguing creature, and why he heard the bestiary with Hermione's voice? He had to ponder on that too.

"As you know magic can be diverse in various sectors" the Dragon Knight started

"Yeah, I think it is on light, dark and grey magic" Harry responded, remembering reading that classification on his world, but the look he got from Sieghart made him think, heck even Ruby was looking at him like he was crazy.

"Okay, NO, that classification was made in Brittan in the 1600s, and is no longer valid, anybody using it, is like asking from the best cave to live and paying in Salt, well not in salt, that currency is still valid in some countries." Sieghart ranted.

Harry remembered how his Brittan was still on the Victorian era, so he had the decency to blush.

"Ok, we were going to release you magical output with some help of Ruby here, but maybe you need a crash course first."

Magic can be divided depending on its Action, Casting, Language, Form, Energy and Objective.

-By action, they are classified by how nature sees it.

Black Magic, this one is attack; it is considered black because they force nature to do something unnatural.

White Magic, this one goes along with the rules of nature, and is used mostly to heal or protect, Heal, Regan and Esnua are the most common example, and they don't force nature to do something against its own laws.

Green and Red, are those that influence nature to do something different or in some cases imitate Nature itself, mostly is the manifestation of magic, like Protego, Shella, Reflectio are the best examples.

-By Cast is classified Command or Pledge.

Command Magic is when the user orders magic to make and specific action, is very popular since it is only shouting Incantations or spells, but the power level is very limited as the effects are. Many wizards use them using Latin, Maya, or plain English. The most popular for Dragons is the Thu`um or voice and it consist of shouting to magic on the dragon language.

Pleadge magic is more for enchantments, they take a lot of time and concentration but the reward is better, since you actually ask magic to do an action you can be specific like to strike certain targets. Poems and songs are the most popular way.

-By Language, it depends on the way, be it Spoken, Shout, danced and written.

Spoken, using the normal language to use magic, Latin, English Spanish it doesn't matter, it must be vocal.

Shout, or Thu`um, you actually cry magic, the power is on the voice to the part even a normal conversation can be lethal; Dad used it but never taught it to me as my talent led to other ways.

Danced, using corporal movements to balance the energy and release it.

Written consist in using runes to order magic. It can be used by writing with magic crests, or using hand sings to write the specific runes in the air, the language doesn't matter very much, but this is the most subtle.

-By Form, it can be classified on Creation, Alchemy, Ritual, Ability and Holding

Creation Magic consists on conjuration and more, it tells magic to make an object or event, examples are Incendio and Glacius. The form elements out of magic stop the magic flow and they stop but it doesn't destroy what was made out of it, it needs a lot of concentration. There is a third type known as Hammer Space, where you can hide things on your own essence, like a personal Bag of Holding made from Mokeskin, just tied to your soul.

Alchemy Magic is to change or create something with the use of nature and some regents, you may know it as Transmutation and Transfiguration. The first needs a complete knowledge of the objects you need and with what you start, for the change is permanent as it forced the object to change, even if the magic stops or is dispelled the change is absolute, like changing a carbon into a diamond with pure pressure even if it was magical pressure.

The second on the other hand fuels magic into the object to make it change, it doesn't forces it since it can be reversed, since nature objects to change they tend to return to the original shape without the magic holding it, all this depends on the power vs resistance and visualization. Don't ask for formulas I am a more intuitive then Arimatician.

Ritual Magic can be classified on Blessing, Protection, Cursing, Destruction or Change. They use the magic on earth, along with regents to ask nature to make what is asked.

Ability Magic is the most rewarding one, where you force the magic to change your body or the elements surrounding you to make something impossible by normal means, Parselmouth is and ability magic since the caster uses magic to fix his tongue to imitate the one of the snakes giving them the ability to communicate with reptiles, Roarnoac on the other hang changes our vocal cords to those of a dragon, so we can use their language. And yes Dragon Slayer magic, Animagus, Metamorphmagus and Circenimagus are Ability magic.

Holder magic consist on the use of a Regent or a Forci to do spells, the magic depends on the item, European wizards are classified on Holder type since they use their wands as forci and without it they cant use magic. Swords, Staves, Rings and Gems are the most popular Focis. Sword makes good for endurance or destructions spells; Staves Help channel the energy of nature soy elemental magic is their forte; rings can be used as substitute wands, but for their form they can get runes for auto spells or energy storage; Gems are natural to store magic power that can then be forced into metals to do our biding.

-By Energy are classified by the energy they use, be it natural (Mana) that is the one of the world, the one in nature, Internal (Prana or OD) better known as the one we have inside us and we produce or a mixture (MP) of both, using the surrounding Mana and mixing you with your own Prana.

-By Objective the classification is more reduced as, True Magic or an event made by magic that can't be reproduced by other means, yes dimension travel or time travel are some of those, magic not reserved for mortals, Marble is a explanation for nature magic, it can be a Phatasm Marble where you play with the chances to obtain your desire result like a lighting hitting a certain object in a specific time, imagine a case filled with 99 white marbles and 1 black, these gives you the ability to pull out the black every time on the other Hand a Reality Marble changes the rules of the chance and the game to put yours now, in other words you change all the white marbles into black ones; Miracle magic is the ones that defies normal rules like levitation or form change and Ancient Magic is still a mystery only known y Elves and other magical races.

Harry was paying attention to the classifications, he knows tis was just a digested and small explication, but DAM it was making his head hurt, a small part of him actually connected a dot. "Changes the rules, WAIT, does that mean that last spell you used was a Reality Marble" his shout actually waking up Ruby.

Sieghart actually smiled, "wow so of all I told you that was the part it stuck, hehe, well you are right my Eternal Starlight Road is a Reality Marble, but is unique to me and can only be used by the Aria I developed, sorry kiddo I can't teach it you, for it has to be developed on its own not to mention the power you need to pull it of is monstrous, many have and easier moment making a meteor crash on their target than using one."

Harry was a bit crestfallen, that magic would actually make things easier, but then he remember he choose to do what is right not easy.

"Don't worry right now we are going to train, but first I need to release you potential, admit it you barely reach your maximum strength and the wand only limits you, by the way don't think we didn't notices your best spells are a Stunning, Disarming and Guardian Charm, come on you need a better arsenal." Sieghart seeing his new ward completely chastised he started.

"Now release your magic, this will also help use see where your potential lies. Do it like this" a powerful aura appeared around him as his hair and clothes billowed and some dirt was being pushed down or up.

He tried to, but he could reach for his magic.

"Not like that, Again"

He still tried but without any visible result

After a couple of failed tries, Harry was getting frustrated, and was about to give up when ruby tackled him.

PIuuuu,

PIuuu

Pi

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Ruby was doing this funny dance, while Sieghart only nodded "so that is the problem"

"Clear your mind" he tried to suppress a shudder as he heard that, "Now imagine doing a spell, good, now concentrate on your arm, fell the power flow, it must be different"

Harry tired and he felt it, feint that it was, but warm.

Watching the smile Sieghart kept his tone calm, "Now try to imagine it going through your body, like the blood in your veins, feel as that warm is spreading all around you."

It took a bit, mostly as he could feel the warm energy spread inside him, starting from his heart to his legs, arms and head, he felt almost euphoric, Who knew this could feel good, his meditation reached a bit of blocks, mostly because the no use of magic in those areas of his body. But "Something is dulling it"

"Nop, right now you are just releasing magic, for it to be complete you need to open all your circuits, do this, imagine a trigger that when you activate, it will release all that power in an instant"

Still basking on the warms, but a bit tired, Harry could help but ask, "A trigger?"

"Yeah a trigger, you know something that release energy in an instant, everybody have them to switch it from off to on, like a wave hitting a rock, the hammer of a gun hitting the bullet, the faster the trigger the better the release, it can also be something hatching/bursting from an egg, mine is a lighting touching earth."

Harry valiantly tried to imagine something, but nothing important came, and those that did failed o do the trick, taking off a broom, firing a spell, a fist hitting Malfoy, nothing, he even tried to think of a hammer falling down on a crimson blade resting on an anvil, the instant it hit, as fire and sparks jumped from the contact point he felt it, the energy released as torrents of power filling him, cursing through him.

It was too much too fast he could even bite back a scream, it hurt, the only memory he could compare was the Cruciatus on his body as his blood heated and his nerves boiled, he tried to control it, to shut it down,

"Don't, if you tries to contain it you could damage your self" the worry was clear on his voice, but Harry wanted the pain to stop, "Quick think of tissue healing, of cells multiplying, imagine cuts mending and bones reconstructing, Ruby a barrier to prevent a feedback"

He didn't know why, but he felt it would help, imagining all those things didn't work, as he was now becoming more tired.

"NOW command your magic HEAL" the order was simple, his threshold to pain was reaching his limit, but he had nothing to lose, so he commanded.

HEAL

The effects was instantaneous, he could feel as the power left him and changed, he could feel the pain subsiding, heck eve when he was tired he could feel better, the bruises from training disappearing.

When the last of power left him he could open his eyes as a pair of arms hold his shoulders, but he felt tired, his vision was getting blurry, he can even hear the shouts of the others coming from the Bastion.

"How d- you f-l?" he heard from Sieghart as all became black.

"What happened" the now wide awake Druakger asked, "that magical buildup was too wild, are you fighting another demi-human?" it was testament to the shock of him that his speech barely appears slurred.

"No, just training Harry here to release his conducts" and he has to talk to him after conversing with Eivy, if what he saw on his magical aura was true then, well he doesn't know what to even think.

Some time latter

It was bright, that he could tell, warm bright and I smelled like if some one stuck a horse in the med ward. Opening his eyes the bright light was blinding as it took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust.

The first thin he saw was white walls, at his left a therstal, evidence of the horse smell.

"She actually fought to enter here with you" a soft voice came from his right, turning around he could see Eivy sitting on a couch, Sieghart's head resting on her lap as he doused of and she played with his hair. "The bond the two of you must great, she almost defeated half the bastion" she chuckled a bit.

Harry turned to see Hedwig resting there, her head on top of the bed, but the sensation that she wanted to get closer. "Yeah she is my familiar, she was an Owl you know" he spoke with a bit of sorrow

"Great bond must have it been, to defy death and to actually remember you as her new form, she must really love you"

Harry spend a bit of time in silence, not knowing what to say, Hedwig was his first friend, his confident, her death hurt, a lot. So he watched the couple with a bit of envy, but it soon turned to longing, imagining himself in that position, resting content on the lap of a brown haired girl, that imaged disappeared as he shacked his head of those thought, while more common he still needs to comprehend them.

"Thinking of someone?" Eivy asked it was scary how the both could read him; they still can't beat HER, but still.

"Just remembering and questioning"

"Is she important? Your family? Your mate?" he shook his head

"Yeah she is, but I don't know, I…" he keep quiet. "What happened?" trying to change the subject

The elf saw it, but decided to make him happy, as her mate inhaled deeply, "Magic Overload, you pushed more power than what your body was accustomed, and then Magical Exhaustion as you used all in a spell, it was big, but was enough to realize something, I could feel Sieg's worry"

"Overload, exhaustion, well that explains the feeling of extra power, and why he has the need of some extra hours of bed…WAIT she said something about feeling Siegharts worry, does she…. Maybe she knows a bit" those thoughts invaded Harry's mind, maybe.

"Did you say you could feel his worry, is this elf magic or you two are soul bound?" the question escaped his lips before he could moderate it.

Her face flushed crimson as indignation filled her voice, "BOUND never, we are Soul Mates you Rascafaron"

"Aren't both the same" he asked, as he backed away, fear from the fast she could change her demur.

Watching the confusion on his face actually stopped her ire, "You don't know?" as he shook his head in negative she calmed down, ignorance can be forgiven, but is also dangerous.

"They are very different, Soul Bounds, are dangerous, for they unite 2 or more souls into one, many think it is romantic but it isn't, for while you could hear and feel what the other bonded feels and vice versa the souls start to merge till the individuality disappears and instead of 2 there is one in 2 bodies. In Elvin the soul bound is a punishment that bounds the guilty party to the victim so they could never hurt them again and with the benefits of communicating with them even ordering them or draining their power, essence or knowledge; along with the fact that the price is to erase the existence of the punished in the end as they mix."

Harry went wide eyed, is this what could happen to him with Hermione, to get in that mess till the both of them forget who they were? Before his fatalist train of thought continued Eivy started on the mates.

"Soul mates on the other hand are the most beautiful thing in the world, it is a real marriage made in heaven as god creates both souls to complement and love, they can love others but the pull of the soul is hard to describe, it is very rare to find one, and even less rare for one to find their mate in this world, for if you find it never leave them."

Harry insisted she went on, "Well they are certain benefits, similar to the bound but without the risk of merging, a Soul Mate is your other half, when you are side by side you feel safe and secure, that source of warm that never burns, you gain some of the other half abilities as a part of your soul merges with your mate and another part of your mates soul fuses with yours, you will always have a part of each other, curiously they have stages."

1 stage

Couple feels attraction to each other, very defensive of the other, this starts when their souls connect, and normally a lock of sights is enough for it, but at this time the feeling can get confused by sibling nature.

2 stage

This one starts with physical contact, a simple hug can initiate it, and you feel like addicted to them, like you want to never leave that embrace, even the most skittish being would look for the embrace of the other without care of the world, again feelings can be mixed, but in this stage the couples could read the other without the need to talk, they understand with gestures and even synchronize on day to day activities.

3 stage

Starts with the Kiss, many refer it as the kiss of true love, this is when a portion of the souls is exchanged but it doesn't merges, the best representation is the symbol of the Ying and Yang, all from above boost as you can now feel the most extreme of the other emotions, thanks to it, you can use a couple of Mate magic, like calling for help in the time of need, or even sharing power thanks to soul portions but it is limited; if the connection is strong you even gain a bit of the abilities of the other, the ones you need to complement, example she is very patient and you brash, she gains more assertive and you gain more patience.

4 stage

The final stage, this one needs a real ritual to activate, that starts with vows in front of God, there must be witness and be finalized with a full mating; human weddings are a minor form of the ritual. In this Stage the souls complements the other, now you can have a telepathic bond with your mate, but unlike with the soul bound, this is voluntary so your normal though will not be heard by the other unless you will to it, now you can feel your mates presence and even locate them, the mate spells become more powerful to the point you can call your mate and they would arrive instantly, and even exchange energy and even life force; once it starts not even death can part them just as God commanded.

Seeing the blush on Harry's face she giggled a bit "Do you have a mate? Don't worry; as you can't force it since it's born from the heart, it is made from the most pure emotion, it is made of Love"

"But how to be sure" the doubt in Harry's voice was very clear, giving Eivy more reasons to comply with Sieghart's request.

"Let me tell you how I discovered mine" she said as she strokes the hair of the man on her lap, a few happy grumbles were heard but no other reaction.

"As you would know I am not a human, I am a Half Elf, we are very rare as many elves are disgusted with humans, and the thought of tainting the bloodline is almost unforgivable."

Those words made Harry think about the Pureblood Supremacist in his world, the only difference is that at least this ones were a different race, but also inexcusable.

"My mother was a human, but my father is one of the high elves of the land, when I was born the other elves tired to force my father abandon me, yet he loves me so much he refused the Council. That doesn't mean I lived happy, my father was concerned by what the other elves might do and he was right, you could say I was bullied by others, and didn't had any friends, this is very common on high elf society." The cold undertone her voice carried explained her distaste for the discrimination and the terms half as if they weren't a complete being.

"I was traveling with my father, it seems the Council was on a stalemate in the decision of defying or fighting the Overlord, so my father was traveling in look for allies and we found his old friend Sheel Vaat Ul, in Dragon it meant Midnight Red Star, he was the biggest dragon you could see, yet he was uninterested in the elven affairs, it seems he was taking care of a child, my father asked if he could think about it and Sheel accepted.

While Dragon hospitality is not well known, they are great hosts, but I was very arrogant, my father was the only important thing in my life so I decided to confront the great dragon's child, maybe even manipulate him, yet it was my surprise to find a black haired human in his den. The wariness filled me as some bad memories of my childhood returned. He was busy reading a scroll so I kicked him to gain his attention.

He was so distracted that my kick connected and send him tumbling to the lower part of the lair, I could not believe it he was unconscious as part of the hoard buried him. So I took my leave.

I saw him next on a nearby village; it seems he was looking for some provisions, it was that moment that our eyes met, at first I was only embarrassed until we lost eye contact, then I heard my father laughing, he almost near did but there he was, it seemed that when we locked eyes he was so distracted that he actually walked into a water canaled and went all the way down.

I didn't see him again till a couple of years later, the Council decided for neutrality and it was good, but my life continued to be miserable, so while I was trading with some goblins I saw him locked in vicious combat while yelling numbers and growling at each other, yet the goblins were only taking bet on it. It was after he won that I discovered that was how you negotiated with Goblins as the winner gets to decide the fees and prices. This time when we locked eyes he smiled to me as he breathed "beautiful", I was never called that, in fact to the other Elves I was a reject, so by now I was curios about him and the feeling I had, so taking a decision I followed him.

He came here to the Bastion under Hagrid, it seems that his father died some time ago under the hand of Grindewald, and he was traveling with a group of misfits. Here in the Bastion I had the ability to rest and be out from the Elf territory, from the harassment, so I messaged dad about it and he approved as long as I maintained communication.

In the next month was when we literally met, while here I was accepted, and there were no prejudice I still maintained some arrogance that keep me from some of my peers; that was when he presented himself, Sieghart Highwind, it was funny in all hat time I never had his name, he actually extended his hand to me and we kind of friendship, I was wary of course, no man could keep pure thoughts and I was trying to deny that strange pull I felt toward him.

It took some time to cement that friendship and trust, but he was not alone, as his friends joined us, he would always gaze toward me but he would only sigh. It was later that things got better and worse.

While I opened to them an elfin prophecy was made:

"In the solstice a Mix will take down the blood Monster and purify the forest garden in the solstice before its end the blood monster will be finished."

Turns out a Blood Corrupter, a being made of tainted Quimeric blood that could transform beings into a wicked version of themselves, had made his home near the garden where Elf normally give birth the problem was that his presence was poisonous to the Elf race.

The Council in its infinite wisdom decided since I was the only half breed I was the one to fight it to take it down, if I succeed I would be so tainted I could never returned yet if I died no loss for them and refusing would end on my father's and my exile so no matter the outcome was; naturally my dad was livid but it was a complete decision from the Council so he could do nothing, I had 8 days till the solstice and I was terrified.

At first I tried to deny it, my future was not to be that, but like all Elves I had to respect the prophecy, it was then that I broke down and started crying. No matter what I will lose everything.

That was how he found me, I was a wreak but he just hugged me, while other males had tried to grope me, he was only holding me; it took some time but he manage to pry what was happening, that my destiny was death or exile. He only whispered to me that al will be aright, gazing into my eye with a strange fire in them, as if al was possible.

It didn't take much time for me to fall in a deep slumber: I woke up in the morning of the next day in my bed, he was nowhere in sight and his band was tied to my arm. After looking for him all morning and not finding him I decide to look for the other and my search ended without success. Hagird actually told me that all of them parted to a mission in the morning yet they near indicated what mission it was.

I was livid and broken, those that called themselves my friends abandoned me, yet what hurt the most was that he was no longer here; I wanted to hate him, but could not. My father was trying to coax me to escape, to refuse that suicide duty but I was stubborn, since I had nothing to lose and my end would assure my father a better life I continued to train in order to make this quest, yet father managed to delay mi departure till the final day.

Spending all the time on training was not an option, so I tried to study spells that could end the creature so at least my mission would be success. But my mind wandered to him as I ached for his touch or at least to see him one last time and say goodbye.

It was the morning of the solstice when the elders decided to just teleport me near the beast, on the first lights of dawn the preparations where being made when a putrid smell filled the area.

Not much time longer a figure was visible on the horizon, many elves were becoming sick, yet the figure was becoming bigger as it approached till it was clearly identified it was the Blood Corrupter. Many inside the Bastion were on the verge of panic, yet my father was smiling, I didn't get it till a minute later.

You see the blood chimera was a monster that could travel fast with multiple legs, yet this one was repting toward us, more like someone was dragging it toward us. That was when I saw who was bringing it here.

Turns out that in front of the beast Sieghart and the others were pulling it to the bastion, they looked worse to wear, tattered clothes, broken weapons and bleeding in all places. Yet their eyes defied the apparent exhaustion they sported, it was then that we could gaze clear on the beast, all of its limbs and tail were cut off and cauterized while its massive body was bounded with goblin chains.

As they drew closer I actually regained my breath, and tears filled my eyes, they never abandoned me. When he was closer he dropped the chain he was pulling and approached me I didn't know how to react, or what to say as his eyes locked with mine he said "didn't I told you it would be alright"

Speechless was one way to describe me, yet he seemed to ponder

Something as h swayed on his feet, before anybody could react he closed his lips to mine and kissed me.

It was sweet, tender and I could even taste his exhaustion while light filled and a song resonated on my very soul. It was the most pleasuring experience, and before long he pulled back a stupid smile on his face "finish it quickly, I am going to bed" and he started to walk to the bastion.

While I was blushing there madly I could not comprehend what happened, why those sensations filled my own being. I was puled of my shock as the elders started ranting and berating about the prophecy and my apparent disregard of it.

THWAK

CRUNCH

Before anyone could react the 2 closest elders where on the floor one with a dark eye near my dad as he rubbed his fist, the other on the floor and on top of him Sieg, his eyes closed while the elder tried to open his mouth, it seems the Dragon slayer managed to break the Elf's jaw. And in a cold yet shocking voice he spoke.

"Imbeciles, weak forms of life, you who do what fate dictates on a whim you who believe to be superior yet are lower. Do us a favor and shut up, only the weak follow the destiny in front of them and refuse to change it, anything is possible with enough Will, guts and allies. Yet you refuse, showing how useless you really are, that stupid ranting you call prophecy only said she has to kill it, delivering the killing blow, not defeat it so it doesn't matter if it is at 100% or if it chained to the ground. Eivy is one of us and ill be dam if we let her do this alone so any objections" his rant became more louder as he spoke

One of the elders filled with arrogance actually questioned who he was and the answer delivered more than they bargained for.

"I am Sieghart Highwind, son of the Midnight Crimson Star, Dragon Slayer, and the one to end you if you bother her again, just TRY ME" the last part was delivered in Roanoac before he just turned around and walked to the bastion. I was worried and wanted answers so with a quick blow and a Magnus spell it ended quickly, easy on an unmovable beaten target, and ran after him only to fid him and the others on the floor sleeping.

"My father questioned me about him, when I told all about Sieg he smiled sadly, before he pulled me on a hug and congratulate me for finding a Soul Mate" Eivy continued a bit of tears flowed as she remembered that event.

Harry paid close attention, he normally though that Sieghart and him were a like on many things, but it seams that the lady in front of him was knew more about his situation from self experience prophesies that ruin your life, bullies, not much friends, being seen as different by your peers and even more, heck even the half blood status was almost the same.

"It took some time for father to explain that I was in the third stage, and took three days for the others to wake up, at first I was worried they were corrupted, yet after a bit of questioning I discover that they went looking for the beast and fought it the first day" she was keeping a soft smile, not noticing movement under her.

"They fought it 7 days and 7 night till the last day were they brought it to the bastion, I couldn't comprehend it, even father was shocked by it" this time she stopped as a hand caressed her cheek, looking down she could see her beu was awake and smiling softly.

"You were and still are worth it" Sieghart's soft voice was heard in al the room. Adjusting himself from the confortable position he was, the knight took a seat near her lover and hugged her while watching Harry.

"Yo Harry how is it hanging, feel better?" while he tried to play it cool it was obvious in the dragon knight's eyes some remorse

"Actually I feel better, a bit tired but better" was Harry's honest response

"That is obvious, you used almost all your power, impressive but dumb, on the other hand good idea to focus it on a healing spell as it doesn't overpower and the extra energy is expanded" Eivy praised and scolded at the same time

"Kiddo I have good news, bad news, great ones and horrible ones, what would you like to hear first" Sieghart spoke in a monotone voice, the moment was lost as the Elvin girl hit him on the shoulder with a "Behave" spoken

"Ok just joking, well the bad news is that you are too tired to continue training in magic, the good news is that physical training is still available." He spoke with a smile, ignoring that squeak Harry made at his tone of "physical"

"The horrible news is that I was unable to determine your true potential and need more information, but the best news are that with your pathways open now your core will grow and be able to use Mana, while on the plus side Eivy will be able to determine it herself." The cheerful response

Harry was happy, but something was bothering him, they are helping him yet knew nothing about him, maybe this will help them too, so with a deep breath he took a decision. "Sieghart, thanks for the help, but I think I need to tell you everything" at their confused faces he continued "I mean all about my story, the Hallows, His mission, the war and specially Voldemort"

Eivy snorted at the mention of that name as she mouthed "coward", Harry could say it was directed at his nemesis, yet what bothered him was that Sieghart was trembling; before he could question him the dragon knight shuddered as he felt back in a full belly lagh.

"AHA HA HA HA, Volde.. HA HA mort… Heheh" he was actually rolling on the floor as he then picked up a small phone from his pocket and he pressed a bottom, suddenly a fanfare resounded on the room

Tutu tu Turu tutu tu turut

The both of them were blinking owlishly as the dragon knight recovered from that kind of hysteria, "Sorry *snicker* but the fact your mortal enemy's *hehe* name sounds more from a Final Fantasy Mid-Boss3, and that was funny as I imagined a battle like this"

With a wave form his hand a image appeared in front of them, it looked like an old videogame as a plain appeared on the illusion, three characters moving it what was described a 32 bit image then a peculiar wraith appeared in front of the 3 characters.

A Wild Voldemort Appeared, as a battle music sounded with the image. Then one of the characters that looked like him attacked the wraith and the text read WILD VOLDEMORT FLEED THE BATTLE. That moment that previous victory fanfare sounded again and even Harry had the trouble to control a laugh.

He had no idea how much that image will affect the next outcome, but he could actually feel some of the fear that Tom's name give actually disappear.

As he gave his story Hedwig had woken up and was now nuzzling on him, giving Harry strength as he told his life story and that of his Britain. While his tale was meeting some disbelieving stares, he continued till the last part he remembered, Hermione's death, before everything went white and he met Sieghart.

Blinking at the tale Sieghart summed his thoughts in 3 responses:

"Okay, that is one messed country you live"

"We should re-pass your story in order to gain tactical advantage"

"You are a Fucking Shinji Ikary without a Mehca"

When Harry questioned who this Shinji was, Eivy and Sieghart shared a look, and they would train him, not only for battle but also for life, as he seems to need a hobby and other ways to alleviate tension.

Some Months Later

Harry was in front of a Goblin Portal, using this as an excuse to travel and maintain the secret of the land of the dead. It looked easy but then again trouble was almost his second name.

It seemed that Fate discovered what the Grim reaper was doing and she decided to stall the paper works in order to make him stew in desperation, but she didn't know he was in another world receiving training so it was a win, the problem was she was happy with the other time line and would be trouble in the future.

Hedwig was by his side, his familiar also received certain changes in the training, and he shivers as he remembers the all the trouble, pain and terror his new friends gave him.

Friends, it made his heart ache that he would never see them again, but still they encouraged him, pushed him to his limits and showed him how ot deal with goblin and other races.

"The trick is not to treat them like they were of your race, but you to treat them as their own race if you were part of them" was Hagrid's form

"Ready, the portal has being adapted to your world" Rose told him as she watched the colors of the magic change, along with Sieghart and Eivy, the only ones to know of the secret, the others here thought it was some sort of Elf magic.

"Good luck kiddo and show them the good fight, and Mid-boss for us" Sieghart mentioned as he hugged his adopted brother, not that it matter as others actually thought those 2 were silbings.

"thanks" Harry watched as the others gave him a bag filled with items and scrolls forcing him to continue with his training.

"OK now go" with the Ein's signal in his head, Harry mounted Hedwig and run through the portal, until a voice made him react in panic

"Portal Ready doooooooooooooood"

"The DOOR, DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD"

And he was sucked by the magic without a chance.

Pain

Pain and Cold

Pain Cold and Fear

He could only feel those as he was separated from his familiar, when the pain subsided the other two remained, so as he opened his eyes he cursed those prinnys.

For infornt of him was a Dementor

And Harry Reacted.

TBC

Okay, sorry for the delay, but it took some time for the scenarios to merge into a good chapter instead of a sausage (it's a Spanish saying) plus my computer just crashed soi am using a lended one along with work and life well. Hope you liked my explanation of the Soul bounds and Soul Mates, as for the relation with the OC, this is like JK always did, first friend out of his house, dead; first parental figure, dead; and so on, Harry was separated of those that could actually help him to grow and develop. Those real role models, so I gave him one. Omakes at the bottom.

1, Old reference to dawn or morning since it was believed that the sun is born and rises at dawn and dies at dusk

2, I have read fics where goblin language is compared to the Klingon, while funny, in the quest for something more I kind of used another warrior alien race, more savage and fierce, witch culture could be more attuned to the Goblins, while I se Klingon more like the Orcs. Kakarott in that language it means "Battle Cry", a cookie for the one to identify the race.

3. Play disgea and FF to understand, and yeah I had a similar reaction the first time.-

Till next time;

Chapter 4 Fool Flight

OMAKE:

Shining Finish

The fire exploded revealing a slightly burned, but still obscure figure, holding a glowing fist, this made the minotaur gape at the sheer impossibility, hell fire consumes all, AND HE STILL DEFIES HIM, yet he still live, he still exist, but as the smoke cleared he could tell something was very different.

The figure in front of him wasn't the knight from ago, instead it looked like he was wearing a giant armor like a metal suit that covers all his body and different colors, white and blue all over, the glowing fist covered gauntlet was raised, and foreboding filled him he had seen this before but by the love of the empire he could not remember how it ended.

Just then the figure spoke, his voice filled with power and WILL.

With the Help of the Other World!

This fist of mine glows with an Awesome power!

Its burning grip tells me to DEFEAT YOU!

Take this! MY LOVE, MY ANGER AND ALL MY SORROW!

SHINING STRIKE! GO! GO! GO!

O right, this was going to hurt, no a second later there was a bright light and then darkness.

It was good he died that instant for he would never want to be the one to explain his Overlord how his old British Castle was vaporized along with half of Scotland.

OMAKE:

Memory Sword

The fire exploded revealing a slightly burned, but still obscure figure, holding a glowing fist, this made the minotaur gape at the sheer impossibility, hell fire consumes all, AND HE STILL DEFIES HIM, yet he still live, he still exist, but as the smoke cleared he could tell something was very different.

The figure in front of him was the knight from ago, but in front of him, was a familiar golden sword and right between them as if blocking his attack a blue and gold sheath glowing on fay magic. Then he remembered that sheath, it was from his mortal enemy, that sheath was Avalon the Ever Distant Utopia.

Just then the knight spoke, his voice filled with power as he raised the sword.

EX-!

A Bright Holy Light flowed to the blade and extended to the sky, going trough the ceiling as if it wasn't there. O right, this was going to hurt, that was the Sword of Promised Victory, a noble phantasm

CRACK

And it was even more dangerous, it as a broken one.

CALIBUR!

No a second later there was a bright light as the magic blast fully traveled the meager distance that separated one, his last thought was a curse for the lady of the lake for giving that weapon to another Justice-Seeker.

OMAKE:

Mid-boss

The cemetery was cold; his minions were now again under his command just as soon as he demonstrates his displeasure; his greatest annoyances and foe lay in front of him defiance on his face as he still breath.

"Well we can't have all in the world" Mussed Lord Voldemort, "but then again this is something I can quickly take care of"

"Rise Harry Potter, now we duel" as he bowed "what is it? Does Dumbledore doesn't teach you common courtesy, no BOW" as hi directed his wand to the boy and forced him to kneel "there, wasn't to hard right? Now we fight"

He was so sure of his own superiority that he missed the wicked gleam that formed on his opponent face, the only one that saw it recognized it, and need new pant for that.

It was only his years of ruthless battler that made him jump back and dodge a sword blow. When he concentrated on his opponent he had to control his Poker face.

For infront of him was Harry Potter, the boy that refuses to die, and his new name the Kid with a vicious looking sword and the most feral smile.

Without a warning Harry jumped with a sword strike that would cleaved him if he hadn't created a shield that blocked that strike just over his shoulder.

"WITH THE POWER I HAVE AS A KNIGHT-" Harry Potter jumped back in order to dodge a combo of curses before he continued his onslaught, just this time to the other shoulder.

"-AND IN THE NAME OF THE QUEEN I PRONUNCE THEE BE KNOWN AS MID BOSS" with that he jumped backward a couple of times and stabbed the earth as if making a pronouncement.

"SO MOTE IT" with that a wild light flashed in the graveyard, "Accio Cup" and with that the grinning boy disappeared.

"After HIM" Voldemort shouted

"Yes Mid Boss" every death eater pronounced, and with a speed known from submachines they were struck with the Voldemort Special.

Cries of pain filled the air as Voldemort, now christened Mid boss ranted in fury after he discovered that not even him could use the old name. For he was named in the name of the queen by his nemesis.

Chantus Bellax: Better known as Battle Chant, is a magical pledge that boost the users attack, speed, resistance, and magical power as longs as it is being feed with magic, almost quick to cast would make it a c type boost magic, yet because of the power level and concentration needed along with the magical upkeep it was upped to A class.

Heal: a traditional spell and the first of the three healing, it magical repairs the damage, like wounds, burnings or bruises, by magically forcing the body to react, stitching and healing the damages, the power input depends on the damages needed to repair, it is needed for the caster to know a lot of anatomy for he has to visualize the damage being repaired, and if he makes a mistake it could force a wrong healing or worst make more damage. It is used as a first aid since it can keep the patient stable till a more experienced medic could treat the damage.

Regan: magical metabolic accelerant, there is no true regeneration, it only accelerates the nucleus of cells, making them divide faster to the point the natural healing is hasted X10, it is a safe cast, the only downsize is that it forces the body to use a lot of its nutrients I a short time, but it can be quickly solved with supplements and a better diet; it does NOT recover stamina.

Esnua: Third first aid magic, used by healers, it simply covers toxins, poisons or any harmful substance in the organism and forces it out of the body. The more dangerous the substance, or powerful the poison the more power upkeep it needs, very useful if you lack antidotes, bezoars or phoenix tears.

The combo for dangerous poisoning is to use a quick heal to stabilize the patient and gain some time, Esnua to purge the poison till there Is no longer anything left in the body that could harm and then finish with a Regan in order to quickly recover the damage already made and prevent the patient from entering shock till it recovers completely