Meeting-The-Flamels.

{ Present: July 1st, 1992 }

It was like a sprinter that Perenell burst into the room where her husband was resting, making his eyes widen at the unusual scene:

- There you are you hero! - She said in pure sarcasm, carrying the man who was bigger than her with ease and laying him on the double bed in the bedroom. - Holy shit, that suicidal guy had to be out of his mind.

- I-language, my love. - Niklaus laughed at his wife, who glared at him.

- Are you going to censor me? Are you really policing me now? - She exasperated. - On the one hand I have an almost eunuch husband who refuses to drink the only thing that can cure him for the next twelve months, and on the other I have a stranger who has decided to find it interesting to fall headlong and tear down magical barriers as powerful as those of a thousand-year-old castle.

- That's a lie, you know I'm not capable of raising wards as powerful as Aslan's at the foundation of Hogwarts. - Niklaus retorted to his wife's scolding. - The ward..., look at him... he's the boy I gave the Trickster suitcase to. - Flamel continued when he recognized the black-haired man and the suitcase he was holding tightly, even while unconscious.

- Wonderful! If your stupidity in handing over the Philosopher's Stone to the Dark Lords' lover wasn't enough, we now have the company of the stranger you handed over another relic. - Alucard said, rummaging around for potions of magical stabilization. - And not only that, your chosen one's little adventure is now resulting in his Magoi being torn to pieces, magically poisoning him... brilliant choice indeed, Nick.

- Don't worry, Aslan will come, for now give the child the last dose of the elixir, with this Magoi shattered he'll end up blowing up our whole island. - Niklaus said, struggling to get up, staring at his wife in a dispute of ideals.

- Damn, it's good to be right... I won't stand for a third bad decision in less than a hundred years. - The vampire replied as she stared briefly at the vial of red elixir, and so her husband, only to sigh and take a sip of the elixir as she gently pulled Potter's face with both hands and slowly opened her lips, locking her lips to his.

Her husband laughed for a brief second when his wife didn't let go of his gaze, making it clear that it wasn't a kiss, but a transfer of the elixir, only for him to sharpen his eyes when he saw the supernatural scarlet glow of his wife's eyes briefly change into emeralds very similar to the fainted boy's, at least the eyes identical to when he first met him.

- "Interesting... he formed an unconscious bond because she was saving him." - The alchemist thought when he saw the emerald color disappear, and Potter's eyes immediately opened in shock.

It had been with great surprise that an almost impossible event had occurred, for with the abrupt awakening and the assimilation of a stranger harassing him by kissing his lips, Potter had brutally pushed her and pinned her by the neck against the wall, having a completely murderous look on his face as his white sclera changed into a pure demonic gloom, with only the emerald glow of his pupil present in all this hostile intent.

- It's good to have a good reason for doing this. - Harry said with a completely emotionless voice, only noticing Alucard's surprise at being pressed so suddenly, especially by the force imposed, since being a vampire her physical attributes were quite high, and subduing her, even by surprise, was not an easy task. - What the fuck do you think? That this is an enchanted princess romance?

There was a division of powerful intellects in the room, on the one hand an unparalleled coldness in the dark gaze of the shattered Magoi sorcerer, who could explode suicidally at any moment, and on the other a vampiric predatory gaze becoming present in Alucard Flamel, who hadn't fought for a long time.

This could certainly have led to a bloody fight, if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of the alchemist in the middle of the two, holding Harry's shoulder and looking at him closely.

- I hope you remember me, or at least my eyes... then make sure you lower your weapons and then we can discuss everything that's happened. - He said in an imposing voice, his scarlet eyes practically rising in order. - You too, Perenell, now is not the time to find a sparring partner... let's leave the conflicts for later.

- Niklaus? - Harry said, taking a step back as he let go of Perenell's neck. His eyes returning to their natural pattern. - I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to, I just remembered a few things. - Harry tried to explain himself, but clearly his emotions and old memories of his seven years were preventing him from concentrating.

- All right... nobody hurt here. - Perenell announced quietly. - Now calm down and take a deep breath, you need to let the elixir take its toll on your freshly torn Magoi.

- Elixir? Torn Magoi? - Harry muttered in doubt, only to open his eyes wide. - Damn. - He exasperated in sheer worry as he unexpectedly noticed that he was holding the handle of the Muggle suitcase with an extremely firm grip.

He opened it and two beams rushed out of it, one white and the other reddish, which took the form of a snowy owl and a small phoenix chick.

- It's okay... you're fine... that's good. - He sighed with relief, as the phoenix nestled into his chest and the owl aggressively pecked his head in pure annoyance, only to look up and see amusement in the old man's eyes, and a glint of cuteness in the woman's. - So, I guess I screwed things up, huh?

- Well, suicide isn't very well regarded by the Catholic religion, so I guess for them you'd be on the road to hell. - Perenell said thoughtfully. - But it's very confusing, since no one ever has any facts about anything and God isn't there to tell us anything.

- I don't believe in hell, the devil and stuff like that. - Harry said nonchalantly.

- You should, they believe in you and would be more than willing to devour your pure, tasty little soul. - Niklaus said, sitting down with a labored grunt that reflected exactly his elderly appearance. - You know, Albus told me about your feat in exorcising a demonic soul from a physical body, causing the destruction of my stone when you threw it into the Cursed Fire. - It sounded more like a pinprick than a simple matter, and Harry sharpened his eyes for it. - Anyway, for someone who spectacularly performed an exorcism on the first try, it seems pretty skeptical when such an exorcism was created specifically to expel demons from the mortal plane to hell.

- But Voldemort isn't a demon, he's a dark wizard who performed some macabre ritual to allow him to do that. - Harry countered, as his owl finally stopped pecking at him and began stroking him with its wing, like a mother owl.

- And that's where you're wrong. - Perenell laughed at the scene of the owl acting as if the boy were its baby. - Any dark soul that becomes so twisted as to have the ability to possess itself has automatically become a demon, even if it's a low-class one and doesn't even know it. - Seeing Potter's analytical gaze, she soon saw him widen his eyes slightly.

- If you're right, if heaven and hell really are real, and Voldemort really is a demon, what's to stop him from accessing hell and recruiting hordes of demons to attack our world? - Harry asked, slightly frightened at the prospect of being targeted by hordes of demons.

- Ignorance and arrogance, my dear. - Niklaus explained, coughing a little, and only now did Harry realize that the old man wasn't just old, he looked almost terminally ill. - Voldemort is nothing more than a dark wizard with an excess of superiority and fear of death, a child who thinks he's the center of the universe and really turns a blind eye to all the beings of a higher class than him scattered around the world. - The alchemist continued. - Anything to do with the world of the dead he dismisses vehemently, little realizing the potential he has in his hands.

- Yes, apart from the demonic and angelic hierarchy of celestial beings. - Perenell reminded her husband, continuing his train of thought. - It would seem that the King of Hell would allow a mere sorcerer who has achieved more than he should to start commanding his subjects, because let's face it... Lucifer knows how to have a childish family feud like a spoiled child, but he alone is quite capable of commanding Hell with a blind eye without even being there.

- Lucifer? - Harry asked, remembering Petunia saying things about it when she had named him Freak. - So he's really real? And he's not in hell? - He asked even more thoughtfully.

- Of course, the last time anyone heard about the fallen archangel, he was very enthusiastic about setting up a nightclub in Los Angeles... and behind every story or legend, there is some truth. - Niklaus explained softly. - I'm not saying that you should follow and believe everything that's written in a book or what a religion says, but there is... there certainly is.

 Seeing the frightened look on Voldemort's face of the potential shit that could happen if he had access to Hell, Harry finally realized the danger he was in by being an enemy of such a Dark Lord:

- Shit, I only had one task before I went back to my aunt and uncle's house, and now comes all this bombshell about a Dark Lord with the potential to command demons and my magical core almost in danger of exploding. - Harry exasperated as he whispered to his phoenix, and it nodded as it flew into its case, totally ignoring Niklaus, correcting him by saying "core" when it was "Magoi".

- Relax, boy, just as there are those celestial beings who fight wars more like family arguments over Sunday lunch, there are those who are out there protecting us and beating up anyone who steps out of line. It's the rule, heaven and hell can be here, behind every wall and window, I know you can see them. - Niklaus said with an enigmatic laugh. - I've noticed from the moment you opened your eyes, how you stare at us, but that your eyes don't stick to ours, as if you're looking for something behind me, or above, below, to the sides and in the corners..., yes, you may even have deluded yourself that it was all a hallucination, but they really are there.

- People who have the gift of sight, are able to see the world behind the world, it is usually a gift that is acquired in immortality, leaving us right in the middle, angels and demons are forbidden to come to our plane, instead we have what we call half-breeds... beings who will not affect you physically, but who can induce you with mere words. - Perenell said with her eyes glowing red. - They try to influence everything and everyone, they can only whisper in our ears, but a single word is capable of giving you courage, or turning your pleasure into your worst nightmare.

- There are those with the touch of the devil, beings who fall so far into darkness that they become low-class demonic entities... - Perenell continued, pointing to the current Dark Lord. - And others with angelic blessings, the last known one, as far as I remember, was the famous World Sorcerer Supreme, Merlin. They all live alongside us, they call it balance.

- I call it nonsense. - Niklaus butted in. - They're all the same, children who think they have a mere power and let themselves be deluded by it. My best friend is the only one so far who has always kept everything balanced between light and dark, Aslan, you know? you should meet him, he's a fucking King who knows how to put things in order when even God decides to play God, you know? God. - He finished, chuckling at the irony.

Harry, who didn't say anything, but remembered well the name of this being, actually a fictional lion in the No-mag world, and also a writer of books in the magical society, soon saw his phoenix swiftly return from its case, dropping a red stone into Harry's hands.

- Hm, interesting story..., but I think that's enough for one night. - Harry said, getting up. - Over here! Take better care of this thing. - Harry said, to wide-eyed looks from both adults. - It wasn't so hard to lie to the principal and manipulate him with other matters to avoid the suspicion that I stole the Philosopher's Stone... but there won't be a second time. I don't need any Dark Lords on my tail, and I especially don't need any with immortality, a perfect body and an infinite cash balance from that little stone.

- So, I don't know, just seal it in the planet's core or throw it into the vacuum of space, as long as it stays away from dark wizards, that's fine. - Potter finished sarcastically, getting up and placing the stone on the table. - Anyway, nice history lesson or just our collective delirium, I don't care... thank you for saving my life and preventing me from becoming a walking bomb with a torn core, but I think I should go and torment my executioners at home and... well, where's the exit? - He finished, smiling at the catatonic state of the two adults, and decided to leave with his owl and phoenix on his shoulders.

He knew that he could delve even deeper into the subject and seek answers to every fact exposed there, but he really didn't want to know... the further away from such conflicts, the better for him and the less attention he would have so that he could get on with his studies and the life plans he had been trying to make.

And with his task accomplished, all he had to do was return to his routine of training, studying and protecting himself from any dark wizard who decided to get in the way of his search for peace and tranquility.

That brings me to the end of the second chapter of book two of Changed Prophecy.

I hope you're enjoying the stories I'm including in this one, some of which may be lies, others just beliefs, or all of which may be real... over time, things may come together and give everyone a nice storyline.

All in all, it's like any conversation between friends, they expose their beliefs, and all in all... I'm expanding the universe so that Albus and Voldemort aren't the major powers out there.

Because if I don't make Harry strong, and out of nowhere he becomes God just by rivaling Albus and Voldemort who are almost a hundred years old.

Anyway, I hope you're enjoying it, and don't forget to comment, it really helps motivate me to keep posting. XD