Proposal-Training.

{ July 1st, 1992 }

Seeing Potter walk out of the door, Perenell shouted:

- Niklaus! Make the potion now, and drink that shit before you drop dead, leaving me alone forever. - Perenell shouted at her husband, before running out the door and down the stairs to follow the boy who had the audacity to turn his back on her.

- Language, my love! - Niklaus shouted, making her eyes sharpen even more. - How did that boy manage to fool Albus and get that thing out of the castle? - Flamel asked, knowing that he had only allowed the stone to be kept at Hogwarts because Aslan was the one who had erected such security wards at the foundation, and getting the stone out of there would certainly notify his best friend immediately, showing that he trusted the lion's presence more than his own student and current principal of Hogwarts. - Who is this boy really? - He said in conclusion as he turned on the fire in the cauldron and promptly started his alchemical potion, which, however quick, still needed to be measured correctly.

== Living Room ==

Harry didn't understand how this was possible, but when he finally reached the living room with the exit door, Perenell was sitting there waiting impatiently.

- The boy. - Perenell dictated, attracting Harry's attention. - Wow, your sense of direction is a bit off, isn't it? - She said with amusement, because from the look on Potter's face, he should have believed that she was super-fast or even Apparated, but it was funny to see through the monitoring wards how he walked with such conviction, but got lost every ten meters.

- What do you want? - Harry asked, not wanting to be rude, but he couldn't help feeling a strange sensation ever since they said he'd drunk something and his core was no longer in danger of exploding, it was like something inside him was flooding, like a vase overflowing with water or when he was being drowned by his uncle and it was making him more and more anxious.

- It's almost morning, sit down with me, coffee is being prepared. - She indicated the kitchen, where various cutlery and ingredients were being mixed and swirled around in the air. - Don't be antisocial, we still have to talk.

Looking around as he made his way to the dining room, Harry sharpened his eyes in suspicion:

- Surprised, aren't you? - She asked. - I mean, being in a place and not seeing the spirits of the dead, half-breeds or even the cursed shadows that follow those who are going to die, making a carnage with a lot of bloodshed.

- Okay, you're weird, I get it. - Harry said, making her laugh. - But since all this crap exists and nobody sees it... until today I thought I was crazy or whatever.

- Maybe we are crazy. - Perenell said, not really caring. - But that doesn't mean we stop seeing reality, in fact... for many it's a blessing to see beyond the illusory bubble that surrounds us.

- It's more like a curse. - Harry dictated, watching a mug of coffee land in front of him. - But how can these things not be around here, if even Hogwarts has them in abundance?

- Hogwarts is complicated, there's both the pure supernatural, which is visible and peaceful to mortals, and the dark supernatural, invisible to everyone's eyes... Tell me, have you ever seen Albus' eyes glow blue when something like that passes near a student? - She asked, noticing Harry sipping his cup of coffee and nodding. - That's right, Albus doesn't have the gift of sight, but he has reached a level of magical connection that makes him able to feel, I may not like this little boy like Niklaus does, but I admire and respect the fact that he protects his students and staff from the supernatural that he seeks to affect inside.

- But why doesn't the principal stop these things getting in, like in this place... I literally don't see or hear anything, no whimpering or grunting or growling. - Harry said, stretching his arms out to the side, indicating the whole empty room, which in his unique vision should have one or two supernatural entities roaming around. - I've seen a person demonstrate that they could see them, in fact, the person gave the middle finger straight to that bug and the next second was run over by a truck.

- Yeah, tricky little creatures, they exist to whisper and torment others, and the moment they notice that someone notices and sees them, they go and kill them. - Perenell said, sipping her cup of coffee with what she was sure was blood that she had mixed from a vial. - But it's all a question of power and barriers, here there are wards that repel the supernatural Eldritch, runes that repel angels and demons, even humans and wizards. - She said, with Harry looking at her skeptically.

- Don't look at me like that, I never imagined that a suicidal Obscurial would swim through our barriers, willingly surrendering to death's embrace. - Perenell said reproachfully. - It was quite a show, everything cracking and falling, with a huge wave of dark, chaotic smoke traveling down the beach in sheer crash as it invaded my grounds, and with a little wizard rolling out of it... and I think the last time we saw anything like that was when Newt Scamander was carrying out missions for Albus against the Dark Lord at the time.

- Right... although the atmosphere here is incredibly peaceful. - Harry said, sighing. - What do you want... I've already given the Philosopher's Stone to your husband and I don't think there's anything else that ties me to you. - He sighed again at the reunion he would soon have with his relatives.

- You talk as if you're anxious to leave, but also afraid to go home... what is that? Teenage rebellion against your family? - Perenell asked sarcastically.

- Well, you could call it teenage rebellion that I don't want anything to do with my relatives who treat me like a slave and make me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs. - Harry countered, silencing the woman. - But yes, I have to go back there in order to rebuild the incredible blood wards that my mother created, but which unfortunately bind me to two useless, pathetic and abusive pigs with normality syndrome and religious fanaticism.

- And don't tell me you don't want anything... because I've already returned your relic. - Harry said seriously, under the slightly melancholy gaze of the woman who saw so many traumas in the boy that he shouldn't even have known about. - Nobody feeds others and invites them to stay in their homes without wanting something in return, so tell me once and for all! What do you want from me? - He finished by placing the cup of coffee on the table, staring at her with his brilliant emerald eyes gleaming with pure power, only now noticing that he had pretended to drink the coffee at all times, but that not a drop had touched his lips in suspicion of strangers.

The clash of eyes and the start of an argument seemed imminent, especially with a sorcerer who was very receptive to people, but fierce at the same time, together with the supernatural intellect of a vampire from a lineage as ancient and sadistic as hers.

They both looked ready to continue talking, or even to start falling into each other's arms.

But everything was interrupted when footsteps were heard from the next staircase.

- What we want, actually. - A jovial and powerful voice started down the stairs. - It's for you to stay here while I erect space-time wards that will make weeks seem like years, so that we can train as we once did in the past with Albus Dumbledore. - So, in the end, it was finally possible to see the youthful figure that was Niklaus Flamel, a man of athletic build, crimson eyes and black hair with an air of pure power who was responsible for presenting Harry with the trick suitcase.

- Train me? - Harry said in confusion. - Why would they want to train me? - Harry said, getting up and finding it strange that the Philosopher's Stone would so quickly treat the deplorable state that the old man had been in until recently.

- It's Nik, why would I want to train a wizard? - Perenell asked, standing up and facing her husband next to Potter. An act that made the man laugh.

- First of all, I think proper introductions should be made. - Niklaus said, smiling. - Pleased to meet you, young wizard, I'm Niklaus Flamel, master alchemist of over a thousand years, this is Perenell Alucard Tepes Flamel, vampire of royal blood of the Dracula lineage of over a thousand years.

- Oh, my turn. - Harry feigned sarcasm. - Harry James Potter, the most seductive wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, over five thousand years old. - Harry finished, giving the man a middle finger.

- You know what's funny? - Perenell laughed at the child's audacity. - As a vampire, I can tell when someone is lying, so why can't I see any lies in his presentation?

- Because he's not lying. - Niklaus laughed at his wife. - Now do you see what I noticed when a Hogwarts student showed up at my store door, interested in young Newt's briefcase?

- What are you talking about? - Harry asked strangely.

- I don't know exactly, but nothing matches anything when I see you. - Niklaus said, approaching and touching both of Harry's shoulders. - Your appearance could be explained by some accidental automatic protection magic with some trauma, but that's not it either, it's something deeper, the magical creature we all know as Obscurial could be explained very well, but again it's not so simple when we see you, when you joke about your age, a lie of course... it doesn't seem like you're lying, as strange as it is... it seems there's truth in it. - Niklaus said, to Harry's surprise. - It's as if something else is in you, a second soul or something crazy, in which your slightest joke or lie is actually a hidden truth to be discovered. Some kind of anomaly..., I don't know yet.

- So, if something hidden can be discovered. - Perenell began. - Like the age of this boy who lied in his vision, but my vampire senses didn't pick up any lies... then whatever it is, is this boy really more than five thousand years old? - Perenell said, a fascinated look appearing on his face. - A singularity like Aslan?

- Exactly! That's even more fascinating than when Albus was young... a little boy who finished his studies at Hogwarts, went through a tragedy in his family, along with a broken relationship with a future Dark Lord, it really was fascinating the idea of training someone like that and making him into someone worthy of carrying the weight of the world on his back. - Niklaus said, stepping around Harry and studying him. - And now, a boy acclaimed as the savior of the wizarding world and still showing humility and such hidden potential, I've never been so excited in the last century.

- Okay... you're crazy, fine, I don't judge, extremely understandable for your age. - Harry said, disentangling himself from the two around him. - I think I've had enough, so I'm leaving. - He concluded, only for his stomach to rumble with what must have been hunger, perhaps for hours or days.

- Are you sure? - Perenell asked with a mischievous smile. - There's food here and the ocean is too long to fly on an empty stomach. - She said, seeing that she had already won the boy over by the argument of feeding him.

[ ... ]

- Listen, is it all right for you to eat like this? I mean... before you start flying away, like you want to? - Perenell asked as he watched Harry eat everything that came his way, politely, of course, but in abundance.

- I don't know what's going on. - Harry said, sipping a cup of coffee, when his relative somehow pointed out that he'd better eat well. - It's true that during Hogwarts I ate all the time, but that was to expand my stomach, ever since Poppy complained about my internal malnutrition and prescribed a huge diet to slowly cure me of what my relatives had caused. But since I woke up, it's as if I need to recharge all my energies, and that would already be charged by now, because I'd be at my limit of throwing up everything, but I seem to have a lot more capacity, as if nothing was enough.

- Nik? - Perenell asked when he saw his husband raise his wand, under Harry's suspicious gaze.

- Just a moment, boy, I'm diagnosing your organism... your small stomach due to malnutrition may well have been enhanced by the Elixir of Life that Perenell gave you. - Niklaus said calmly, with a greenish beam encircling Potter. - Look at that, it seems your Magoi wasn't the only thing torn up crossing our wards.

- What are you saying? - Harry asked.

- I'm saying that there are traces of a great containment of magic imposed on your Magoi, about seventy to ninety percent containment... I don't know for sure, well at least it existed and now there are only fragments that are being destroyed by all your Magoi that are gradually trying to reenergize themselves completely in what you should always have available. - Niklaus said smiling, as he saw no risk against the boy. - And look, this Magoi is really interesting, I think it will be in your best interest to train with us when all this potential fills up.

- Why would I want that? - Harry inquired seriously at the idea of a magical restraint, and how shitty it would be if he hadn't crashed and his core stayed with it.

- Because the moment you touch a wand, it will explode in your hand. - Niklaus laughed, only to widen his eyes when Potter touched his right shoulder and pulled out a wand.

- FUCK! - Perenell shouted, grabbing her husband in her arms and vanishing at vampire speed from the kitchen.

And with a look on his face, Harry finally realized what he had done.

- It's all right! All right... it wasn't my best moment to pick up the wand after what you said. - Harry laughed to himself. - I've learned, but relax, nothing's exploded... yet. - He finished, placing the wand on the table cautiously.

- Kid! - Perenell jumped back, shouting. - You literally sound a lot like the Brazilians I know, for fuck's sake, that's why I defend the fact that no horror movie works on them, the first moment something tries to scare them, they go and do something to annoy them and laugh at the disastrous situation they're in... YOU DON'T PICK UP A WAND AFTER SOMEONE SAYS IT MIGHT EXPLODE.

- But it didn't! - Harry shouted in response, with Niklaus laughing at the situation. - Just relax.

- Boy, just don't touch it again, if you started a spell, all your destabilized Magoi would try to explode through the wand, without any control and all at once. - Niklaus said seriously. - Although this wand looks quite unique. - He continued interestedly, with Harry taking back the Wand of Destiny and holding it in his right arm, under Perenell's glare.

- Anyway, really, what's with all this reluctance? - Niklaus said, getting straight to the point. - Anyone would beg for the chance to be trained by us.

- Clearly, I'm not anyone. - Harry replied, smiling.

- That's why I'm even more interested! Come on, warm this old alchemist's heart and join us in unraveling the mysteries of the universe. - Niklaus laughed, holding out his hand. - Just for a little while.

- Okay, but I have to go back to my relatives' a month before the second school year. - Harry smiled and returned the greeting. - Surprise me. - He finished, and everyone returned to breakfast.

[ ... ]

Harry was discussing what his training with the Flamels would be like, where Niklaus claimed to see in him the eleven-year-old that should exist, and even more so.

They were in a kind of Japanese training room, and Harry, being skeptical of his own misfortune due to his past traumas, thought it was a joke that there was an eleven-year-old like his friends at Hogwarts, and so Niklaus slapped Harry on the chest, where his body began to fall backwards, with his spirit leaving his body in spectral form.

However, there he was no longer the Harry Potter of almost adult appearance and physiognomy, but the short, slight child he must have been due to his lack of nutrients, food and carbohydrates required by his body.

Perenell, who had smiled graciously as she saw the spectral little boy, with a maternal feeling exploding in her heart as she saw how internally malnourished and fragile he was, all underneath the heavily bred and matured shell that was his body, had held his physical body tightly so that the child would return to the improved shell that he was:

- What the fuck have you done to me? - Harry asked, completely frightened and enraptured by such a strange feeling.

- Your astral form came out of your physical form, that's when we can really see who you are. - Perenell explained, smiling as she held him steady. - You're so cute and small, I'd like to put you in a jar and protect you from everything and everyone. - She said strangely, with Harry slightly enjoying this feeling of concern and welcome.

- Okay... I'll equate it with the only thing I can explain without having any facts, it was some kind of magic, right? - Harry said doubtfully, taking a deep breath with his minimal Occlumency skills calming his nerves.

- Partly that, of course, if it's a short answer for those who don't want to expose such information. - Niklaus explained. - But in reality, for a moment you entered the astral dimension, the realm between the realms.

- What? - Harry muttered confusedly.

- A plane where the soul exists separately from the body. - Perenell explained, pouring three cups of coffee, making Harry start to enjoy his addiction. - Souls travel around when they leave their bodies and people start dreaming.

- Why would defensive magic training have anything to do with this thing about soul separation and astral dimensions? - Harry asked, accepting the cup of coffee.

- So that you can open your mind in a way that wizards can't understand. - Niklaus explained. - People don't get what they normally look for, take Tom Marvolo Riddle for example.

- A mere child who has the ambition of immortality, where he binds himself to dark rituals, bringing despair and anguish to the people around him.

- But you, Harry Potter... you don't yearn for power, you don't yearn for glory, much less immortality, yet you've earned it all, with the ability to split your soul into a purified fragment so beautiful that it has taken the form of a phoenix. Your body may be destroyed, but you are still bound to the mortal plane:

- You, unlike all the others, would give up your own magic and all the glory your name carries, just to have your parents back together with a normal, peaceful life.

- And that's why I lured you with the coordinates of our island when Albus said that our relic was destroyed, but I still had the clear feeling that it still existed and was intact... because from the beginning I saw this potential in you when I handed you the suitcase, all we need to do is explore everything you can become. - Finished the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, as he touched Harry's forehead and pushed him back. - Embrace everything that surrounds us.

Whereupon Potter felt like he was falling off the highest cliff he could imagine. He spun and whirled desperately at an immeasurable speed, but when he caught a glimpse of the ground, he noticed that he was rising rather than falling, getting further and further away from the planet. He went into the vacuum of space extremely quickly, where he was swallowed up by a black hole, and felt a nauseating sensation of swirling, multiple colors swirling around him. His "adventure" ended when he felt himself falling into a comfortable armchair, where both Flamels were smiling next to him.

- Look... I think he's taking it very well. - Niklaus muttered to his wife.

- Surely that's where the Potters' primal desire to fly comes from. - Perenell continued with a laugh, so that Potter could feel the reverse of his adventure.

He was once again in the middle of the black hole, as if he were going backwards in the process. When he arrived in the vacuum of space, bright, colorful beams erupted from his arms and legs. His pure whirling collision with various comets made him feel like his body was tearing apart. All this in the direction of a new kind of black hole, but this one with something extremely luminous of a greenish color inside that made him see everything he had ever experienced as if it were a movie.

His body fell towards the boiling core under Harry's screams, he never stopped falling at any moment and this all seemed like almost thirty minutes of mental assimilation of every second of his life, from the moment he was born until today, as if his mind had been refined and prepared to work physically from now on, because in theory, he could name every moment he had experienced in detail.

Demonic hands erupted from distorted walls of nothingness that aimed to capture him, his vision seemed to flood into secondary layers where he saw a gigantic version of himself, with him plummeting in a dive towards the eyes of his giant version, but still falling into nothingness as millions of colorful constellations swirled around him.

And so he fell again, but now slowly, his body inert in his apparent unconsciousness, but it was all felt when he crashed into the ground and the armchair that shattered beneath him.

- You're crazy! - Harry shouted, getting up. - Too crazy to hand over a suitcase full of magical creatures to someone you didn't know.

- Crazy to allow an old man to hide a relic longed for by the whole world in a castle full of children! - Harry shouted, clenching his fists. - Putting them all at risk.

- Madmen for making me experience all this! - Harry continued his crisis. - I... - Harry said, placing both hands on his head, only now noticing the Philosopher's Stone embedded in his left forearm, with bulging veins connecting to it and causing a sensation of direct connection with his spirit.

- I... - Harry looked up at the two of them, who smiled at the same time and stretched out their arms in a form of embrace. Indicating that the world may have failed Harry Potter, but the world's most powerful immortal couple would not.

- I! - Harry stood up. - I LOVE IT. - Harry finished, opening his first real smile since his parents' murder, jumping into the embrace of the two immortals who laughed in response and welcomed their newest student, heir to the Philosopher's Stone and above all... the new member of the immortal family.

From what was supposed to be a mere wizard training and studying year after year as a normal person with untapped potential, to becoming a challenger to the Dark Lords due to controversial wand links or the luck of fate, he went on to live his life as an auror and start a family with some redhead, naming his children after dead teachers.

Now he had become an apprentice of High Sorcery, an explorer of the Ancient Sorcery that prowled the entire mystical world, finally having the chance to bring chaos and terror to any enemy that decided to threaten him and his allies, exploiting his potential to the full, which would put him on an equal footing with the world's greatest sorcery powers in the Mirror Dimensions of the Kingdom of England.

Thus beginning a new journey totally unrelated to prophetic links and connections

Harry James Potter

The-Boy-Who-Lived

Dark Slayer

Order of Merlin Class SSS+

Rising Sorcerer Supreme of the Contemporary Age

And with that I end the third chapter of the second book of Changed Prophecy.

Yes, Harry had begun his training in the mystical arts in order to protect himself from this entire universe that had just expanded around him.

Dangers like Dumbledore and Voldemort are no longer the ultra-powers of the world. With the combination of themes from Doctor Strange (Marvel Universe) and supernatural entities from Constantine (DC Universe), you can tell that my fanfic will be a crossover with these universes.

I'm not saying that in this fanfic I'm going to make Harry interact with DC and MARVEL characters, I'm just saying that outside the wizarding world, there's a whole universe to explore.

But, in general, the premise follows the plot in the magical world before the 2000s.

With the potential for heroes from each comic book universe to emerge in the future, but that's just a quote, as the plot is focused on Harry Potter, with only the expanded universe to show that there are much more ultra entities, such as deities and mad titans, thus opening up room for Harry to train, get strong and not seem ultra over-powered just because he's showing the courage and ability to stand up to Voldemort or Albus.

Anyway, let's hear what you think below, give me some text support, I'll be answering everyone's questions and I hope you'll keep following.

Scene of Harry traveling through the astral plane (Imagine Harry in Stephen Strange's place and the soul that comes out of his body, it would be a projection of what he looks like at the age of eleven in the canonical films):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvOxdl3JsBo

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Harry's Astral Soul (Daniel Radcliffe):

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Harry James Potter - 1992 (Daniel Radcliffe):

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