dance of serpants

Voldemort, the recently dead Dark Lord had exposed the Magical community to the Muggles, prompting the 2nd wizarding war into a full-blown apocalypse that is right now destroying the world.

The mad man had publicly attacked Muggles within the large city's exposing all magical kind to the world and Prompting a worldwide witch hunt that eclipse the Salem witch trials with the armies from the various country's fighting all of magical kind that was deemed too dangerous to exist (namely wizards) and the organisation of so call witch hunters, which were normal folk taking up arms in the service of their lord.

Now after defeating the Dark Lord, it should've have been natural for people to congratulate or praise Harry for fulling his role of being the Chosen one.

….But no... being the stupid frightened and easily Guilbe fools that they were, they feared and hated him. Marking him as a pariah in that very moment when he laid the head of their monster at their very feet, all thanks to no one but Dumbledore who made him out to be the next Dark lord.

All at once, every witch and wizard who believed in the old tricksters lies...which was everyone save for a rare few that actually had a brain to see through the lies and the deception on Dumbledores passionate words the played on their fears and desperation.

All of them, raised their wands and prepared to the strike Harry down with all manner of spells that waited upon their lips.

But that did not mean he wasn't prepared for the old fool to make this kind of move.

Earlier in life, he overheard Dumbledore's plans to use him as Martyr, when he faced the Dark Lord and kill him should he survive. As well as use the money he's been stealing from him to fund all of his plans and machinations along with the aid of his most trusted followers the Weasleys.

He learned of how that man practically gave the Location of where he and his parents were hiding, along with keeping Sirius imprisoned so that he would be sent to live with the Dursleys to become more submissive and malleable to Dumbledore and his followers.

He learned that his so-called friends were in on it with Dumbledore from the start, keeping tabs on him for that old man and directing him down the path they had pre-ordained for him.

On that day, the Harry potter that everyone thought they knew was dead and he, the new and improved Hadrian James Potter, heir to the Potter, Gryffindor and Slytherin house was born.

Sneaking away from Dumbledore's spies and the Dursleys was the first thing he did before he trained his body and Magic to point of breaking. Developing new skills and abilities that others wouldn't dream of doing in a thousand years, he became what he was always meant to be, a true wizard capable of eclipsing Dumbledore's power.

As he trained and prepared, he snuck past Dumbledore's spy from across the street and into Gringrotts and alerted them of Dumbledore's Machinations.

Needless to say, the Goblins were pissed to learn that he hasn't just stolen from them once but so many occasions.

Having the goblins as an enemy was something no one ever wanted and for good reason.

Vindictive and incredibly sadistic when anger, goblins were prone to dedicating their life to brutally destroying their foes.

However, Dumbledore was politically protected and accusations from the goblins and a young boy would do very little to destroy the image of a paragon of light and humility that he so expertly crafted.

So doing the only thing they could do, they shut his account down, seizing his assets and fined him and his supporters heavily, repaid all of Harry's Stolen money and entitled him to his numerous accounts that he had no knowledge of.

It was shocking for him to learn that he had a inheritances besides the trust fund from his parents set up for him, and that he was eligible to take his many birth rights to which he did.

Lord of the noble house of Slytherin by conquest

Lord of the noble house of Gryffindor by blood

Lord of the noble house of Peverell by blood

Lord of the noble house of Potter by blood.

Lord of the noble house of Black by Inheritance.

He was Lord of over 5 noble houses, 2 of them being the founders which means he owns 2/4's of the Hogwarts along with a whole lot of land they owned.

And with his birth right reclaimed, he now had a place to stay much to the ire of Dumbledore and his loyalists, who tried in vain to persuade him as his friends, unaware that he knew of their true intent. Years went by and Harry distanced himself from his so-called friends and chose a different sort to hang out with, resulting in the first love of his life.

Daphne Greengrass, his secret girlfriend.

Their love for each other transcended anything anyone had ever seen, much to the Jealous ire of Ginny Weasley who tried pretty much everything in the book to break them up and make Harry hers.

But failed miserably each time and was continuously bailed out by Dumbledore when it wasn't too serious.

In his Third year, Sirus Black escape and found Harry in his dog form, which Harry more than welcomed with open arms in his family home in Godric hollow.

The two then exposed Peter Pettigrew as the one who truly betrayed his parents and murdered several muggles before the entire school.

But... like the many stupid bigots that ran the Ministry, the leader of the morons himself, Minister Fudge, had Peter kissed before the trial and ordered for Sirus Black to be imprisoned once again.

He would have succeed to had it not been for Harry challenging the Minister's competency publicly which force him to reveal himself as the new Lord of house Potter.

Having no choice but agree to a fair trial with the number of witness watching, the minister called for a session of Wizengamot where they wanted to quickly put Sirius back in Azkaban or the Dementors kiss, no thanks yet again to Dumbledore who made Sirius out to be a murderer.

But yet again Harry came to the rescue, calling upon the ancient laws and exposing to the courts that Sirius was never given a trial.

This action shamed the entire court, who remembered the shameful processes of the ministry previous actions in attempting to re-assert law and order at the expanse of robbing many of their rights to defend themselves in court. This allowed Harry to call for Veritaserum which yet again Dumbledore tried to block but was ignored in light of Sirus never getting a proper investigation or court hearing for his supposed crime.

It was then revealed to the press and the noble families that Sirius was indeed innocent, and that Dumbledore knew about the secret keeper all along which lost him a lot of face with many light and neutral families except for the diehard loyalists who remained with him.

Sirius was cleared of all charges and recompensed for his falsely imprisonment.

Life with his godfather was swell, the man was like the father he never had, funny, outgoing, always trying to learn more about him and his life which once nearly resulted in the man swearing bloody murder about his treatment with the Dursleys.

Life for Harry couldn't get any better...that is until the Triwizard Tournament.

In Harry's Forth year. The Tri-wizard incident happened.

The legendary and highly dangerous competition that pitied the three magical European schools in a tournament to showcase which of the three school possessed the greatest quality of witches and wizards of their generation.

Harry thought that this year would be uneventful...or rather honestly hoped it would be. But the events of the attack on the quidditch world cup, were a prelude that there was more to come, which in the end resulted in him competing as an unwilling fourth contender.

But he managed to clear his name with many people when his name was announced, except with the jealous and the ignorant ones when he publicly made a magical oath that he did not enter his name or nor know anyone who did.

He tried to find a way to leave the challenge but the Ministry individual in charge of the tournament wouldn't have it and wouldn't allow him to see the rule book even though he was entitled to as an unwilling competitor.

The life threating tasks were almost a breeze to him as he had trained his mind, body and magic to help him survive against all of the threats coming his way.

Then it all went south pretty quickly when the final challenge arrive, with him and Cedric grabbing the portkey at the same time. Transporting them far away and right into the clutches Voldemort and his crony.

Then Cedric getting killed by some death eater wannabe holding the frail form of Voldemort who used Harry's blood in a ritual to regain his body, but what came out was not anything remotely resembling him but some skinny inhuman pale ass monster.

The reformed Voldemort called upon his active death eaters and berated them about their so called loyalty to him as they failed to even try finding him, resulting in their masks being removed and their names being called out revealing them to Harry.

After the Melodramatic dark lord had finished his rant, he turned to Harry, and begin the first of their many duals to come, trying being the word here to prove his power to his followers, but was outsmarted by him when he closed the distance between him and the cup, but not before taking Cedric's body and a close by death eater, apparating in the middle of starting line.

When people saw the dead body and the death eater, they made the collusion and called for his death, which the idiot of the minister did, despite the protests of the head auror Bones who wanted the revealed Nott senior to be interrogated for information on the other's, but Fudge was paid well to keep him shut up.

So any evidence of Voldemort's return was silenced by the idiotic minister who was persistent in his mission to wipe away any notion of the dark lords return.

That meant that he was also going to discredit Harry's claim and demonise him.

Going as far as to destroy his image by calling into question how a mere infant could ever destroy the dark lord, all of which was spurred on by Voldemort's own right-hand man who whispered such poisons into Fudge's mind.

5th year for Harry was his most devastating year of all.

The year started with Dementors attacking him in his home.

However being trained in the Patroness charm by Sirus and his buddy Remus, he fended them off, just in time for the Auroa's to arrive and take them away, along with a summoning's for using magic outside of school.

The Wizingotts season was just plain stupid, they kept pushing up the timetable without informing him and wanted his wand snapped without so much as hearing his word or the word of the Auroa's plus the evidence to back it up but he used their own laws against them and made an annoyance along the way called Umbridge who in the first second wanted his wand snapped.

In Hogwarts, the woman made everyone's lives save for the Slytherins a living nightmare.

She made a number of changes and rules with the Ministers permission despite what little word and power he had in the school affairs.

Harry did all he could to prevent himself from snapping the woman's neck when she insulted and taunted him into giving her an excuse to give him detention, but he gave none, annoying the woman further.

Eventually when she went too far, he publicly used the Law against her to put her back into her place as a teacher not an official. Stripping away her so called powers and authority she and everyone else thought she had, and in conjunction taking away the support and power of her backer, Cornilius Fudge.

She finally made a big mistake as she even went even further in her sadistic attempts to control the school by using blood Quills, an illegal item on muggleborn students, even pure and half-bloods students who disagreed with her views.

He called in favour from Amelia who arrived at Hogwarts to conduct the investigation personally and found them to be true, resulting in the woman losing both her jobs and being sent straight to Azkaban.

With the evidence of her nefarious and sadistic torture of students, muggleborn and purebloods alike, many parents, those with powerful connections and support, hounded Fudge. Demanding him to resign from his office and to be tried as an accomplice to the woman's heinous crimes.

The whole school celebrated, and although no can confirm who was responsible for getting the Aurors involved, they all knew who was likely involved in getting the head of the Auroas to personally come.

During the finals of the year, Harry received visons that proved to be true, resulting in him saving lord or Mr Weasleys life when he called about an attack in the department of mysteries which soon led to him and a few of his true friends on a battle for their lives in the chamber containing the veil of death where Sirus and a few of his comrades not loyal to Dumbledore saved them but resulted in the death of Sirus at the hands of his twisted sister.

Voldemort then arrived when he perused Bellatrix, the two of them battled it out long enough for the Ministry to arrive along with the Minister himself.

Voldemort fled but the damage was already done as the incompetent minster was kick out of office, and his name forever tarnished and sitting alongside the worst ministers that have ever reigned. Harry and his true friend gave Amelia the names and faces of all of the death eaters which resulted in an all-out man hunt for the at large terrorists.

Harry had lost a father figure and friend that day, which Dumbledore tried to exploit, resulting in him being sent to the hospital. Curteous of dark spell and a punch to the face from Harry, who had no tolerance for anyone that day.

6th year, before the start of school, Harry trained hard, diving into ancient tomes of all of the families he now owns, expanding his magic and knowledge.

During one of his training sessions he accidently destroyed his wand because his magical core grew too large for his wand to handle and it resulted in him going back to Olivander again, who noticed the change within him and saw that no wand ever created by his hands could handle his magic, so looking into the ancient safes he keep in back, he came back with a half-finished Staff that ancient mages of old would use.

When he grasped it, the staff bonded with him like his old wand did, the old wand maker was like a giddy little boy at Christmas, the reason, because he can use his skill to complete a staff, with a few days left with the old maker he returned to get his staff back and was impressed by what he saw.

A long ebony staff, with jaded snakes circling around it, their three heads meeting at the top with a large crystal ball between them.

Their tails merging into long pointed blade, when he grasped it he felt as if the whole universe flowed into him, he about to pay for it but was refused by Olivander who gave it to him free of charge on the grounds that and he quote *making this old man's dream a reality*.

Later after using his break before school, he would travel the world, experiencing and learning from every culture, and magical tomes he could get his hands on before returning home, enlightened and with his head filled with new idea's about magic.

After returning home, he found a previous tome from Salazar's vault about Basilisk making.

Following the instructions, he procured three chicken eggs and three toads, sticking the toads onto their eggs with a spell, he waited until the eggs hatch and gave birth to three basilisks that ate the toads.

Using parseltongue he communicated with them and bonded with them as his familiars, where they melded into his skins, hiding as his tattoos that went across his back to his arms. As a result of the bonding, he no longer needed glasses to see, his eye's changed into emeralds green iris's, became snake like with the pupils slitted.

But the changes weren't purely cosmetic, his perception was augmented to new heights that his vision transcended the normal human standards where his enhanced vision could instantly pick up on any miniscule detail or movements that would be undetectable by human sight.

He even possessed the thermal sight of a snake, but only when he activated it.

Soon after some time learning about wand making and staff making, Harry created his own wand from his very staff.

The wood craved from his mage's staff was adapted to channel his superior magical power without exploding or being destroyed like any other wand.

He also modified the to hold his powers and created a chamber within its frame to house his new wand, where it would act as a catalyst, aiding in channelling any spell that went through it, doubling the power and affects when it was within it.

With his new wand and staff, Harry delved deeper into forgotten and obscured lore and ancient battle techniques of wizards from the ancient empires, and civilisations of earth. Which was regarded by many scholars as the golden age of magic where wizards could bend the very fabrics of reality and call forth powers of godlike proportions.

Soon School started for Harry, he hung out with his friends the same as usual, he proposed to his secret girlfriend and got married after the year in a wedding with their most trusted friends attending.

7th year the 2nd wizarding war broke out.

Voldemort and his death eaters attack Muggleborn shops and homes around the world, with his army of followers that he gathered over the years. Soon their attacks were no longer contained to the wizarding world, and the existence of wizards went public to the muggle world, inciting the return of witch hunts and the apocalyptic war that is happening to this day.

The greater population of the muggle world had no idea of the existence of their magical kin, and had no idea of what to make of them.

There were those who sought to understand and cooporate with their unique magical brethren...however they were overruled by their more fanatic and zealous members who did not understand how magic works or that the wizards were in broiled in their own civil war against a madman who wanted to conquer the world.

They regressed back to their ancestors ancient ways of declaring war on wizards and magical creatures alike, seeing them as abominations to be purged in the name of whatever god they believed in.

Any attempt to meet out peace between the two societies was always interrupted and sabotaged by these fanatics and wizards alike, who so no room to share with anyone but themselves.

Unfortunately for the muggles, they were killing themselves a lot more then they were with magicals as they had no idea on how to identify wizards and witches as they relied upon their technology and primitive thinking to try and find witches amongst them.

Supersticion and fear ruled them like it with their predecessors before, jumping at any oppotunity to declair anyone they saw to be a witch.

Harry during this time was not getting that much involved in the war and was expecting to become a father, when news of Daphne's pregnancy came to him. However fate liked to screw with him as Dumbledore soon learned about this news and purposely gave it to Voldemort so the dark lord could do the old man's dirty deed.

Taking the bait laid out for him, the dark wizard personally attacked the Greengrass home and killed his wife, adding insult to injury he cut his child out of the dead woman's womb and hung them both on the gates of the Greengrass ancestral home.

That was the biggest mistake that man-child ever made.

With nothing left to live for and nothing to lose, Harry took the war directly to Voldemort, eliminating all of his followers one by one, torturing them for information as well as hunting down and destroying each of his horcruxes.

A year of waring against him and he had finally isolated the mad man and battled against him, using magic and spells far more powerful than anything the dark wizard could've imagen.

If any had been there to witness such a fight, they would have described Harry as a god from the magic and power he emanated and casted.

The battle ended with Harry severing Voldemort's Head clean off his shoulders and taking the resurrection stone from his ring that he had no idea of.

He then apparated into the Ministry and had thrown the dark lords head at the feet of everyone present. The display was as clear as day, the dark lord fallen to the chosen one.

And Dumbledore being there at day, as the con man that he is, had been slowly gathering support from the frightened populous during Voldemort's return, wasted no time in proclaiming Harry as the next dark lord.

Those loyal or stupid enough showed no hesitation in raising their wands to cast their spells, but it was too late, Harry had already apparated back home.

In the following years of the muggle war with wizards and Dumbledore's followers trying to gain access to his home, Harry rested.

The years of fighting one battle after another was exhausting and taxing. The death of his friends and family hung heavily over his shoulders, the crippling feeling of failure in being unable to save anyone that he loved from those who sought his death.

Harry used what spar time from training to researching a way to end this chaos that the world was engulf in... but to no avail. The means to travel back through time and prevent any of this murder and mayhem, eluded him.

With no alternative means to stop the bloody war, Harry resigned himself to his solitude.

No longer motivated to stop Dumbledore before he could rise to power, he sought a means to escape from his plight...entirely.

To flee from the evils of this cruel world that wished him dead for all of the good he had done, at the expense of his own happiness and sacrifice.

After much time spent on research, he so discovered a method of leaving his world to travel to a new one.

With this set to mind, Harry set out to accomplish this feat of magic, but first...he had to deal with one last obstacle that stood in his way.

-3 days later-

A group of wizards, have been casting spell after spell on the protective wards for a year, but found no success.

Every spell conjured from the destructive to the truly dark and terrible that smashed against the impenetrable barriers that surrounded the Potter's estate.

Until they watch in amazement as the wards suddenly dropped before them causing confidence and arrogance to surge within them as they believe they were the cause of it, they chaged up to Harry's home with Dumbledore at the front leading them.

Entering they saw Harry sitting at the top of the stairs with a bottle of dragon whisky in one hand with a long staff sitting beside him on the other, all of Dumbledore's army entered with their wands raised, filling every part of the grand entrance hall to prevent him from escaping.

Harry unbothered by the intruders, his eyes swept over the so-called army of light, recognising a numbers of faces including some Order members that stayed with Dumbledore even after the old coder's lies were exposed in his younger years.

Hermione/ Ron/ Percy/ Ginny/ Molly/ Seamus and Surprisingly Cho.

The army parted to allow Dumbledore to stand before Harry at the bottom of the stairs, the old fool gave him the sappy *I'm disappointed in you* speech and *You've gone too far*, at the end of it Harry asked was.

"why did you betray my Parents?" the old fool tried to play it off before Harry clarified "I overheard all of your plans in my 2nd year. The betrayal and death of my parents by entrusting Peter as the secret keeper. And giving Voldemort that bit of information along with plans to make me a martyr and steal my account by making me fall in love with Ginny." Dumbledore grew silent and with his face expressing a pure lack of emotion, while his followers grew nervous that they their plans were reveal.

"Why don't you be honest for today and answer my question before you kill me?" he asked, playing at his pride.

After a few moments, a insidious smirk grew on Dumbledore's bearded lips "Very well. Yes I betrayed your parents. yes I made Peter the secret keep and gave that information to Snape, who would give it to Voldemort so that he can try to kill you or if that didn't work. Then Neville because what people don't know is that Prophecies can only come true if we make them to be". He revealed, his decade's of planning and machinations that upheaved Harry's life before it even started.

"I planned this all from the start. When Voldemort fell to that charm place upon you by your mother. I made it so that Sirius would stay in Azkaban, so that you would be sent to your magic hating relatives that would you destroy your confidence. And when the time was right, introduce you to the wizarding world and plant the seeds of trust for me and your friends that you see before you." he said gesturing his former friends.

"I began stealing money from your vault years before you even attended as I was your self-proclaimed guardian. along with using the Imperious curse on a few goblins here and there. Then when Ginny attended Hogwarts, we would slip love potions into your food so that you would fall madly in love with her and when the time was right, give us a child to open your vaults.". He explained, informing Harry of all of the steps and measures they had taken in controlling his very life.

"I can understand him" he said pointing to Ron who glared back at him, the red headed grit was still a jealous prick who hadn't forgiven Harry for dumping their friendship in their forth year and spurned any chance the red head tried to re-ignite their relation...that is, if he actually tried to be-friend Harry and not glare at him from across the room or table.

The only one who tried to get Harry's friendship was Hermione, the overachieving bookworm had attempted on multiple occasion to try and mediate between him and Ron to once more rekindle their old friendship, only to further isolate herself from Harry, eventually losing her friendship with him.

"Them" he pointed to Molly, Percy and Ginny. All three of them were on board with Dumbledore's schemes from the start.

Molly much like her son Percy was sick and tired of living in near poverty, using cheap, 2nd hand and overused magical tools and clothing. They wanted to escape from the humble squaller of their family, they were all too happy to throw him under the bus if it meant they would benefit from it.

Ginny...was pretty much self-explanatory.

The girl was crazily obsessed with him. Throughout his years with her, she had stalked and shadowed him, following him around like a love-sick puppy.

When she wasn't following him, she had attempted on multiple occasions to spike his food with powerful love potions or sending curses to every girl who tried to talk to him.

She didn't care about the wealth and power that her family and co-member's of Dumbledore's secret group were after. All that she wanted was Harry and to be the mother of his child, so really it fell in with their plans.

Harry grimaced in disgust from the looks Ginny was sending him, even after everything, she was still obsessed with him. Harry had made his thoughts and feelings towards her very clear, and yet she seemed to interpret his hateful and hostile words as confessions of his secret attraction to her, which only spurred her to more drastic actions.

"But how did you get her?" he asked gesturing to Hermione who was standing beside Ron.

The little muggleborn witch could've hardly been apart of Dumbledore's before she attended Hogwarts. Which chalked it up that she was recruited early in her association or friendship with Harry.

At this, Dumbledore seemed quite proud of his involvement in getting the little witch to join his scheme. "Quite easily, the promise of the countless Tomes and books your family possessed was more than enough to turn her" he stated proudly of this feat.

Hermione expressed a glutinous ambition and drive to know everything about magic, books and tomes to her were worth more than a thousand galleons.

"I guess you didn't warn her about the many life debts she owes to me then" Hermione was shocked by this new revelation as she turns to Dumbledore for the answer but found none. The old wizard continued to hold his stare at the young man who unravelled his carefully laid plot.

"No, it was better that way".

"You also gave Voldemort the information on my wife and unborn son." Harry's expression grew dark, he knew and held Dumbledore accountable for the death of his wife, her family and their unborn child.

Such unnecessary evil and death was far too heinous to simply let go, especially when that megalomanic dark lord had so cruelly strung them up, robbing them of what rights and dignity they should've had in death.

"Yes!" he said, grinning triumphantly, his evil genius laid bare, all if which resulted in himself being seen as next coming of Merlin, while Harry was viewed as next monster in his heroic tale of battling evil wizards.

"I couldn't allow you to go unwatched, happy and unmotivated in the destiny you were made for. you needed to be reminded of who you were and what you were meant to do." he paced back and forth, chuckling like it was the greatest joke ever "And you did, beyond my calculations! It was all too easy to paint you as the next dark lord with your actions and use of deadly, and destructive spells. originally I had planned to make you a martyr, but your defiance changed that".

"But..." he soon stopped once more before Harry "You continued to be a loose unpredictable element that proved it couldn't be controlled so here we are.".

"Yes here we are, now before we turn this place into a battle ground answer me this." he looked at them with no emotion despite the truth about his life being thrown at him from a man who anyone in Harry's position would've strangled him for all of the terror and death his machinations brought.

"what is your opinion on the people who listen to you crap?" Harry asked.

At this, Dumbledore grinned madly and boasted with an arrogance in his tone "Why their nothing more than sheep! Brainless sheep who needed a hero to save them. A hero to guide them and I was that, even before Grindlewald!.

A smile soon crossed Harry's lips, much to confusion and slight concern of those who surrounded him when they saw the change in emotion, the young wizard wore "Thanks that's all I need to hear." he said, before moving to the side of the step, revealing a burning seal that was on the step behind him.

"What that?" Dumbledore asked looking at the glyph that he didn't understand.

Ancient glyphs and magical seals were a subject that wasn't so easily understood, the precise calculations and markings needed to implement even a single seal was often at times taxing and produced more errors than success before even a single glyph could function correctly.

These branches of often overlook by more fanciful and powerful spells and sub-branches of other magic that offered wizards and witches with a means to destroy their enemies.

"A microphone" Harry stated, his smile growing much to the dreading horror of the wizard's followers who knew what it was that Harry had done, began to realise with growing horror at the trap he had laid out for them.

However, the only people who didn't know what a microphone was, were those who grew up in the isolated wizarding world and had no idea or concept of the muggle instrument.

Those who did, were confused as to what the Microphone was before, like Dumbledore who just stared with a puzzled look "A Microphone? To what?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

"To everyone around the world" ….it soon dawned onto Dumbledore what just happened.

"...WHAT!?, HOW LONG HAS THAT BEEN ON!?" his voiced boomed all across the world, from the magical ministry filled with people looking at the ceiling, to the muggle world with a number of the Neighbours on Privet drive glaring hatefully at the Dursleys.

None of them realising up until now the abuse happening under their very noses by their own neighbours who served in aiding the now exposed wizard in bringing war to their doorsteps.

Many looked up in shock and confusion, unable to comprehend what they just heard. That their greatest hero and icon of light and order was in fact the true monster and villain who orchestrated the deaths of so many of their loved ones, even before Voldemort rise to prominence.

"Way before you busted in here". Harry clarified, a wide ear to ear splitting grin was plastered on his face as he smirked at all of the stumped and stupefied expressions of Dumbledore and his followers.

"...You!" Dumbledore Growled out in anger at his reputation being ruined, he swung his wand and channelled magic into his wand to cast a spell, before it all suddenly stopped... everything stopped. His magic and body refused to move "i-I cant move" he gasped, seeing everyone in the same situation as him from the corner of his eyes before they settled on Harry.

"You didn't think I had plan now did you?" Harry asked as a snake like grin spread across his face before he laid out his entire plan "I dropped the wards outside, to allow all you to come in and fall into my trap that you just activated." he explained as the glamour spell over the floor ended, revealing a large circle with words intelliable to them that was inscribed around their rings and in them.

"Fascinating fact. The Potter's are notorious for their wards, Glyphs and enchantments." he cocked his head to the side, with a bit of hair falling over his face. "It was quite simple to draw this trapping glyph over the floor, which only activated when you channelled your magic." his outstretched his hand and sent a wandless expeliamus spell at Dumbledore's hand, shooting his wand out of his hand straight into Harry's.

Harry looking at the old wooden wand and felt a tremendous amount of ancient magic within the object, that responded this him as he held it "...Amazing." he breathed out, recognising the item in his hand as he felt the same essence of magic that he found within the invisibility cloak and the Resurrection stone.

Though to the unperceptive eyes and senses of others, this wand looked worn and old, crafted from simple bark and lacking the sophisticated and elegance of todays wands. To anyone eye's, it looked like a relic from the ancient days of yore, when Wizards were being persecuted by zealous muggles who used the excuse of their religion to evoke their evils upon those they deemed unfit in their world.

This was an unlikely cowenidence that this was the Elder Wand. The legendary wand that was considered to be the most powerful wand in existence.

One of the three Deathly Hallows, Items crafted and bestowed upon the mortal plany Death itself, granting any wielder the aspects of death.

The Elderwand was steeped in death, almost every owner of the wand has met a grim end. Killed by the next wielder of the wand.

Harry flared his magic into the wand, feeling the familial call of the magic pinging him back in response, as the essence of the wand reached out and synced with his soul. "The elder wand" he turned back to the frightened Dumbledore, whose face portrayed his terror at the fact that not only was his plans in ruin and he was at the mercy of this upstart that had disrupted his carefully plans, but most importantly...he now had the Elderwand.

The most powerful magical object he had stolen away from Grindelwald after searching for it, for so long. It along with the other Deathly Hallows that he and many other's have risked their lives and sanity to find and possess.

Dumbledore knew of the other Hallows, one he allowed Harry to keep until he ripped it from his dead hand, the other he dare not risk touching due to that fool Tom Riddle implanting his horcrux and curse upon the stone.

He wanted to wait until both heirs to the Peverell line had been snuffed out, leaving no room for any challenger to contest his right to the power of the Hallows once he untied them.

But now...he had nothing.

Harry had all three in his possession.

The Elder Wand.

The Ressurection stone.

And finally, Death's cloak of invisability.

All three Hollows in the hands of this impudent welp who somehow manged to outsmart him...Him! Dumbledore the Great, the wizard who led all of wizard kind out of the darkness and tyranny of Grwindlewald!

Dumbledore the Hero, who stood up against the evil Dark lord Voldemort in his accession to power!

Dumbledore the wise who sheltered and trained a young child to be the hero against the darklord and his minions!

Who in his infinite wisdom created the most powerful wizards the world would ever know, and yet forgot to leave a place for himself!

In his arrogance, he failed to expect that a single mistake in his ever cautious and carefully meticulous planning would derail all that he had set in motion.

That his hubris would eventually lead to his downfall by the very tool he had tried to shape to his explicit designs.

Dumbledore, who in the end became the very architect of his own destruction.

And now, sits at the mercy of the one being who had every right to murder him for all of the suffering he inflicted upon the world.

The one timid boy who was now a fully grown wizard, stared at him with sadistic glint in his eyes that held a strong desire to take what ever pound of flesh he could strip off of the old wizard for the debt he owed to him and his relations. "I really must thank you for bringing this here, now I don't need to rip it from your corpse." Harry said as he squeezed his fingers around the wand. Clutching it jealously from the frozen grasping fingers of the old wizard who was powerless to move against him.

Dumbledore for the first time in what he could remember...felt fear. That mortal terror that centered around his own frailty and short existence that now proved that he was not the invincible wizard he fooled himself to be.

He knew that death was right around the corner.

He had no power to stave it off. He...was at its mercy...he was at Harry's mercy.

However death wasn't what awaited Dumbledore, as Harry had something more heinous in mind compared to the mercy of quick or slow release from his mortal coil. "magicae constituent lustrantes" he said activating the second part of the trapping seal which illuminated and did it's work. The people inside screamed with such agony as they felt their insides tearing and burning from the inside before it stopped.

The spell keeping them in place lifted away, letting them drop to their knees and leaving them with a harrowing emptiness that they all felt within themselves... like something vital was missing.

Ron being the first to get up, swiped his wand at him, sending whatever spell his mind instantly conjoured towards Harry...only for nothing to come out of it.

Ron was stumped, though haggard he looked at his wand that he extended out to the smug wizard whose shadow washed over him from his position.

He, like many others found that they magic was no longer responding to them.

As they uttered, screamed and shouted out all manner of curses and spells meant to destroy or leathally harm the wizard they all pointed their wands at him with no success in evoking even a slither of magic.

To some, the dawning realisation of what had happened was greatly terrifying as they looked towards the man who stripped them of their

"Surprised?" Harry mocked his former best friends attempt at conjuring a spell "The second part of this trapping seal takes way your magic. Permanently. Now for the final part. Say hi to your friends, family and the ministry when you *Get the fuck out of my house*" In a flash of brillient white light, they all disappeared with a pop as he said the code word, to the seals acted on their final part, which sent them straight to the floors of the Ministry.

Harry had no doubt that they will all be utterly surprised by now as they appeared directly within the grand hall of the British Ministry.

No longer at his mercy but now at the mercy of their own peers...A chuckle escaped from him as Harry wished he could see the looks on their faces and to just see how Dumbledore will pull a miracle out of his ass to escape from this mess.

A part of Harry believed that Dumbledore...like the conniving swindler that he is, would turn this around and convince the people that he never said those words or that he was under Harry's spell and forced to say them.

It wouldn't surprise him if they did, despite claiming to be superior to Muggles, wizards and witches were dumb if not even more dumber than Muggles. After all, he tried to convince everyone that Voldemort was back through his 5th year, and it only took them seeing the dark wizard in the flesh to turn Harry from crazy loon into a hero.

"Much better" he sighed in relief, disabling the microphone and activating the barrier wards again.

With Dumbledore and his army now indisposed and no longer harrassing his home with a neverending barrage of spells upon his home. Harry was left to enjoy the peace that he had long for, all these years.

The absence of Dumbledore and his foul followers was a huge relief as their presence had been a persistent nagging thorn in his side that has caused him nothing but anguish as far as he could remember.

With peace now achieved for the first time in his life, Harry basked in the reprieve of his troubles and now decided to focus on the object of his victory. "Now what to do with you?" he questioned himself looking at the elder before the feeling of movement across his arms and his body that alerted him to presences of his familiars who loomed over his head and shoulders, giving anyone seeing this the impression of a 3 headed hydra.

The Basilisk on his right shoulder had pitch black scales with horns stretching to the back of her head, it's red eye's gleamed with death, this Basilisk was called Typhon, named after the youngest of Gaia's children and looked all most like a dragon with her horns along with the ability to breath fire.

The Basilisk on his left had forest green scales with spikes protruding down it's spine and surrounding its tail, her sapphire eyes gleamed with a hypnotic charm, this Basilisk was called Ladon and she like to coil around him and use her tongue to lick him on the cheek as a sign of affection, she had the ability to spew her own deadly poison at long distances.

The Basilisk leaning directly over his head had dark blue scales with spikes around her body pointing inwardly, her green emerald eye's held power and authority. This was Lernaean who saw herself as the alpha or leader of the three Basilisks, hence why she loves to stretch her neck over his like a seconded head. she could blast water out of her mouth with such force that it could cut through steel and concreate.

S"we ssssshould keep it"S Typhon hissed out, moving closer to wand as she sense it's great power. Her eyes and senses locked onto the ancient object that unnerved her as she had never before felt a power that was greater then her Master's.

S"I agree, you ssssshould bring the other hollowssssss together and become death master"S Ladon hissed out, kissing his cheek and laying her head on top of his shoulder. She coiled and squeezed her body around him, conforting him as she knew that despite now being free from his old enemies clutches...Harry could never truly escape from the pain and traumar the wizard had inflicted upon him through the years.

S"it issss your destiny, to become Deathssss Master"S Lernaean hissed, laying her head on his, as she stared at the object that gave off a sense of power that near eclipsed her master's own. S"you would become a god amongst these sssssheep as that fool had called them"S she whispered in his ear.

Trying to seduce him to attaining his rightful and well-earn place as a deity, truly seperating himself from these plebians who called themselves wizards. She saw these so call sorcerers and Sorceresses as lesser creatures who prounced and preened like strutting peacocks.

"Hmmm." he mused, liking the sound of that. Afterall he couldn't have gotten this far on luck alone, he required power in the form of magic, spells and knowledge.

Power was what gave people like Dumbledore and Voldemort the authority and the means to shape the world to their whim.

With his power, who wouldn't want to challenge him to acquire a title that puts them in a position of prestige and authority. Harry knew that Dumbledore would not be the last thorn in his side, many people who still believed that Harry was the next dark lord incarnate or they just simply wanted his power, would not let him rest.

They would come for him, either as some self-styled quest to prove that they were the greatest witches or wizards, or to vanquish the next evil and become the next symbol of good...or evil or whatever they thought they could be.

Harry mused on this, the Elderwand was indeed powerful, and if legends were true then with all three of the Deathly Hallows in his position, he would be the master of Death."...Your right." he agreed pocketing the wand away "I am a Peverell and it all belonged to my Ancestors. It is my birthright." getting up from the stairs while grabbing his staff, he asked them in a much lighter tone "Who wants chicken?"

All three of his basilisks perked up with what could be described as excitement on their frightening reptilian faces "ME!/ME!/ME!" they all hissed out, excited on getting their favourite food.

Harry smiled at their chipperiness and excitement that they were acting like children getting a present instead of fearsome, man killing monsters. "Dobby!, Ketcher!" he commanded, before seeing the two elves pop into existence before him.

"Dobby is here master Harry" the happy young elf said, wearing better clothes then he did when he was with the malfoys. He was dressed in a little butler's outfit, far more better and pristine then the simple rags that hung from his nimble frame.

"As is Kreacher, Master" the almost grumpy elf stated, bowing before him as he respected his new master. Much like Dobby, Kreacher was also adorned in his own butler's outfit.

The older Elf came into Harry's service when his last master sirus had been killed, and Harry was identified as the new Lord of House Black upon sirus's death.

At first the grouchy elf was reluctant to have Harry has his master, but after some time and some mental healing the elf had to go through after his previous master Regulus used him to get to one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

The older elf really opened to Harry and the rest after that. As the eldest house elf in Harry's service, with experience in serving an ancient family, Kreacher had taken it upon himself to act as the head butler/ elf in service to Harry.

Much to Dobby's annoyance as early on, the two elves butted heads on who was the head elf in service to their master. But it resolved to Kreacher getting the position, however the authority and privilege was rarely used, as the older elf resigned himself to the kitchen's.

Rarely leaving the comfort of his work environment as the formerly grouchy elf, took pride in his work and slaved over every dish to ensure that they were perfect.

"Prepare some chicken for tonight and start packing bags, we'll be going on a trip soon." he ordered getting them excited at the prospect of moving.

"Ooohhh! Where is it to now master Harry?" Dobby asked, bouncing up and down on his feet. He was giddy as a child, being told that they were going to disney land.

Traveling abroad to other countries was the greatest thing the entire household had ever done. As they left the woes of their homeland and experienced the wonders many cultures had to offer.

None more so then the grouchy elf he adopted from House Black "Greece?! America?! Japan!?" Ketcher asked out, having enjoy going around the world. The latter of these places, the older elf absolutely enjoyed.

Harry grinned at their enthusiasm "None of those place's, but somewhere new entirely" he said causing them to stop and smile at their master with pride.

"it's time then master?" Kreacher asked, as he and Dobby had been privy to Harry's plans to escape this war torn world for quite some time.

"Yes, but I need to prepare a few things" he said before walking past them "Take your time cooking, I'll probably be at this for a while." he said, as he walked in the direction towards his private study.

Entering his private study which was a large room as big the grand hall of Hogwarts, bookshelves decorated the walls filled various tomes and artefacts, at the end of the room, laid a large desk that spread across the room with various books, bickers and potions laying upon it.

Walking to a closed closet, he opened it reveal an assortment of items magical items he had collected over the years, namely two that he was looking for.

The Invisibility cloak passed down through his family, and the resurrection stone he won from Voldemort. Taking them in his hands he felt the magic within them stir in his presence and latch on to his magic, the three hollows then sensed each others presence and linked their magics together.

Creating what Harry could describe as a beacon, sending repeated burst of magic everywhere as they bonded with his soul. His magic pinging to a unknown destination that was beyond the veil of this realm.

And...Something... responded back to these waves of magic as Harry sensed a foreboding presence... entered the room this room.

A deafening cold air of silence and emptiness entered the room, the lights that illuminated the chamber of his study flickered as the sound of wings flapping began to grow louder and louder to his ears.

The sound of the flapping wings grew closer, the shadows around the room warped and merged together, forming into a single shadowy figure that grew in size to tower over Harry until it stop.

The Dark figure was tall and covered in a black cloak, as pitch as midnight itself.

The exposed parts in its ethereal cloak showed only bones, the dark hood covered the skeleton skull with empty eye sockets bore straight into his soul.

Harry could feel all of his instinct scream in some natural sense of self preservation before this unknown entity that stood before him. He could feel his familiar's coil and shift beneath his clothes in both aggression...and terror.

The Grim reaper seemed to study him for some time before its form shifted and grew smaller, taking on the appearance of an old man in a dark business suit, carrying a steel tipped cane, with a silver ring on his finger.

The older man bore gaunt and grim facial features that lacked any emotions on his cold and indifferent expression.

There was a tense silence between them before Harry spoke "...Um hello?" Harry asked out uncertainly, as his familiars where unnerved the presence of the being before them. Which wasn't a good sign, if an apex predator was afraid of something far more powerful then them.

The being spoke with tone that carried little else but a strange emptiness "So you are the Master of death now?" the old man asked with some annoyance in his tone of voice.

"I take it your Death?" he asked looking at him with a critical gaze.

"My, my. How very observant." the old man replied with heavy sarcasm, the way he spoke and addressed Harry, was as though he was talking to an insect "I think we may actually have an intelligent one here."

A part of Harry wanted to be snarky, but instinctively he knew that would be ill-advised, if this guy really was Death, then offending him was the last thing he would ever do. "...Girls, your thoughts?" Harry whispered to his familiars.

All three basilisks however wavered around Harry's body in a defensive and aggressive stance. Prepared to attack at a moments notice, they were extremely aggressive as they felt their animalistic instincts screaming that they were in the presence of something far more dangerous they themselves.

It was an unnerving sense of dread, they felt like cornered mice before snake that was ready to lunge out and devour them...they now knew what it felt like for their food that they played with. S"Hissss presence is unnerving, we can't not sssssee him but we know he'ssss there"S Typhon warned, leering at the being that guised itself as a man.

S"It's like he'sssss a ssssshadow... there and yet not at the sssssame time"S Ladon added, her tongue flickering out from time to time to get a sense of what stood before them.

She felt what her sisters were feeling.

That foreboding terror that made her heart palpate with thunderous drumming that deafened her other senses to the pounding of her primary organ.

S"Be careful we don't know who or what he hissssss exactly. But I sssssense a bond between the two of you" Lernaean said, as she sensed the attune synchronisation between her master's magical core to this unknown individual that made her want to lash out to eliminate this threat to her very existence.

"you should listen to your friends" the man now revealed as death said, shocking them all as he revealed that he understood his familiars, who only can only be understood by a Parsol mouth.

A unique gift that very few people possessed to allow them to communicate with not just snakes, but any creature that falls under the reptilian family for all species, both magical and natural.

The fact that this being was able to understand Harry's familiars, confirmed that this...entity, possessed a lot more abilities than what Harry initially thought.

Mentally accepting that this creature...was indeed the primordial entity that was a function of the world. "So... what should I call you besides Death?" Harry asked, feeling that he can't just keep calling him by his title.

"Call me whatever you want, besides anything stupid. I can only tolerate so much before someone ends up dead." the man sighed, staring at him with an impassive look "And you being my master does not give you any immunities from my wrath." the threat was a clear as day.

Although the being Known as death confirmed that Harry was indeed his new master, Death made it quite clear that he will not hesitate to end him if he pushed what he considered a god past his limits.

"Noted, now before we progress on with our lives there are a few question that I need answered?"

"Ask?" Death said, with a reluctant tone.

"First, as the Master of death am I immune to certain situations that would kill anyone?" Harry asked, trying to understand his position and what his position entailed for him.

"Yes… as my master you are bound to me, which give you the privileges of being unkillable but not completely immortal." Death said, before clarifying it bit more for him to understand "To clarify. Bullets, stabbings, decapitations and the killing curse will not kill you. But it certainly hurt a lot. If your body is destroyed, your spirit will wonder the earth until your body reforms and you also do not age with time." he informed him.

"And how long will that take?" Harry asked,

"Depends" death shrugged.

"On what?"

"On how generous I'm feeling." he said vaguely.

"Ok then onto the second question, do I have ability to properly bring someone back from the dead?" Harry inquired, wanting to know if he had the power to bring back his loved ones.

The room lost any positive feel it may have once had before death spoke "No" death stated firmly which sent a wave of fear through him as he felt the anger behind his tone. "Once someone is dead. They are meant to stay dead. No exceptions! You can bring anyone from wherever they've gone, to talk. But never try to bring them back from the dead. I consider it an insult in my face when people try to cheat me.".

Harry stored that bit of information away, amongst his mentally created list of what not to do, to anger Death.

Although he naturally felt disheartened and mournful that he couldn't bring back the people he lost in his life.

His friends, those who had died to fight with him against both Dumbledore and Voldemort.

His godfather, who laid down his life to save him.

Daphnee and her family...they did not deserve such cruelty inflicted upon them by two mad men who would burn the world down until they got what they wanted.

Harry exhaled deeply, the weight of it all bared down on him.

His hopes of trying to bring back his loved ones were dashed away...the fact that he would never be with the one woman who truly held a place in his heart was destroying.

Daphne was gone...the only recent memory Harry would ever have of her would be the haunting scene of her violated body hanging from the gates of her family's home.

"Ok… final question what are you exactly besides Death?" Harry inquired, wanting to know what exactly this being before him was.

"If I was to properly explain it to you, your brain would liquefy and leak a out of your orifices." Death warned.

"Thank you for answering my questions...so... what happens now?"

For the first time, a smile broke on his face. An ominous smile that spoke of what the primordial being knew about Harry. "Now ,I do believe you have a ritual to complete".

"You know?" he asked surprised that he knew of his secret project.

"I've been keeping an eye on you when you survived the killing curse. When you first grasped my cloak which bonded you to me, though there were times when you evaded my sight when using it and I have to admit, out my many masters you are one of the few who I find... interesting" Death answered

"Other masters? You have more then one?" Harry asked, surprised to know that there's more than one who's death's master

"Other versions of you who unite the three hollows and become my master" he cleared it up. Expressing that Harry was but a single digit amongst many other Harrys in the Multiverse that have become the master of Death.

Harry had no idea that there were different versions of himself, which sort've confirmed the multiverse theory...in some twisted sense it made him feel insignificant...and yet at the same time hopeful, as he initial knew that in one of these realities, Harry got the life he wanted.

A life with his wife and a life in which his family was never killed.

"...Oh?" he sounded, with mild surprise at this information.

"now let's continue on with our lives as you humans say" death then disappears with the sound of flapping wings growing fainter until he couldn't hear them any more along with his basilisk's easing themselves at no longer sensing his presence.

"...Well, that was something..." Harry said breaking the tension in the room "...Who's hungry?".

-a few days later-

Harry and his companions stood before a large Arc with their belongs stashed in their pockets courtesy of a shrinking spell, it was made out of an obsidian like stone that stood in a large cave with runes and glyphs carved into its structure, in between the large arc was a ghost like transparent veil that moved unnaturally between the large arch.

"Alright anyone have anything that they need to do or any second guess's because once we go through we won't be returning" Harry asked everyone including his familiars who hovered over his shoulders but found no voice that complained or spoke out against this untested and unsure destination that their master was taking them.

Shrugging his shoulders as he saw that no one had any objections, he held his hands out for his elves to take "alright then, ready?".

Dobby took him by the left "ready, master Harry".

Kreacher took his right "Kreacher is ready, master".

His Basilisk's coiled around him tightly S"We are ready, Massster"S.

Nodding at each and any single one of them before advancing onto the arch way where upon walking into the veil, their bodies disappeared into it, never to be seen upon the earth again.

-Westeros-

Harry and company felt as if their insides where being rearranged and twisted altogether as they stood in a blank landscape before dropping down to solid ground where they heaved up what they had all ate all over the grass as the sound of birds, wind and wild life was the first to reached senses.

Slowly their senses came alive one after the other.

Harry being the first to recover while his friends vomit and spasm on the ground, took a look at all of his surroundings, the lush green tree's surrounded him, with a small lake next a large old tree with a face the emanated some form of magic just like the Elder wand only more diluted.

Walking up to it he traced his hand over the face, feeling the magic within thrummed to his touch. Magic felt more alive in the air then it did back in his world, the natural energies of nature and life in abundious, left untampered by muggle interference and urban renewal.

The cosmic energies of the arcane responded to his presence, anchoring to him as they sensed a conduit to flow their powers through. The raw powers of magic which had remained stagnent and without purpose found their catalyst to channel their essence through.

Harry was knocked from his thoughts as he felt his familiars slither up his legs and around his waist before settling their heads on his shoulders "letssss not do that again" Ladon slurred out through her hissing after puking up her lunch.

None of the basilisks liked the taste of their own vomit as they hacked and hissed in distasteful disgust.

"Agreed" all that could understand said simultaneously regaining their composer after that one shot experience.

"so let's figure out where we are and what the nearest civilization." Harry said pulling out his staff and using a locater spell to find the nearest inhabitants. They followed it to a village outside the woods, from far away, they saw the people in old peasant rags that common people of the days of yore used to wear.

Looking down on his current clothing, Harry wearing his battle armour, which was a black dragon skin tunic, armoured goblin steel gauntlets and shin, and leg guards, a goblin chainmail hood attached to the tunic and was over his head, he also carried the sword of Gryffindor on his hip.

He knew that his clothes would stand out in any crowd but seeing the medieval clothing and buildings, he knew he could still fit in without needing change of clothes.

Turning towards his two elves "aright guys, we need a large space of land near the sea to set castle, so Dobby, Kreacher find us a piece of land to call but be careful we don't know our people will perceive what a house elf Is and will try to kill you, so again please be careful" he warned before they saluted and popped out of existence.

"now let's go and familiarise ourselves with this new world" he said, feeling his familiars coil around and assume their positions under his clothes as tattoos before he approached village. The people of course paused in their activities as they saw him, they beheld his appearance and Harry guess that they assumed me to be some high lord or a knight due to his fancy attire.

Approaching a nearby building with man wearing a dirtied hide apron, Harry quickly assumed him to be the local blacksmith due to the armour and weapons on the racks, and the pounding his large hammer on smouldering metal on top of the anvil.

Harry walked right up to him "Excuse me?" he asked out gaining the hardworking man's attention from his work. Pausing the black smith tossed the smouldering hot long iron rod that was being sharpened into a sword into a long basin of water.

Steam exploded from the basin as the submerged blade bubbled and boiled at the base of the basin. Now with his full attention to Harry, the wizard politely inquired "Can you tell me where I am?"

The smith looked him over, seeing the High quality gear he was wearing before bowing lowly to hide the growing scowl on his face "M'lord" he said in poor English, displaying his lowborn upbringing and status. When he picked himself up the scowl was replace with a fake forced smile, a smile Harry was more then accounted with from his muggle family when they had to put on appeances for guests to hide their true feeling about him "You are in the Reach, m'lord."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the name, *The Reach* no land in the world that he knew of was never called that, even in the days of ancient civilisation, "And where precisely in the Reach are we?" he asked, needing more answers to where he was.

The muggle black smith grunted, his smile breaking as his distaste for Harry was becoming clear "This is little village is called High Hill M'lord and it stand close between the borders of crownlands." the man answered.

Harry processed this information that the man said, reflecting back on his own attained knowledge 'The crown lands? hmm these words and places he describes are apart of my world so that means that I really am no longer in my old world, okay finally question to ask.'

"Can you tell me where the nearest city or capital is?" Harry asked.

Sniffing in impertinent manner, the black smith answered gruffly "Kings landing is that way mi'lord, a few miles along the kings road." The blacksmith pointed to the north west outside of his shop, before crossing his arms and looking at Harry with a impatient glower.

Harry could tell that his presence was no longer welcomed by the man, who was now no longer tolerating his presnce. 'It's a start but I'll need more then that. Lets see what information your mind yields, Legilimens' his eye's made contact with the blacksmiths own as he mentally cast the spell, the muggle's unprotected mind yielded to him and he learned all he can from the commoner who obvious grew up with a poor and illiterate life but was still knowledgeable about his own world like the seven different kingdoms all in one content. 'Interesting... this land that I and my household are on is called Westeros. Otherwise known as the seven kingdoms all of which is ruled by the a regional lord who answers to a high king, like a governor to an emperor.' He concluded, seeing the basic fudeal system that existed in an age long passed from Earth's early history.

His mind pulled out of unsuspecting blacksmith who rubbed his head from the Headache Harry had otherwise caused. "Many thanks, here for your troubles." Harry laid a pouch of gold coins onto the blacksmiths work desk where most of his tools laid, it was for all of the information he unknowingly gave him.

Once the backsmith's headache had dulled enough, he opened the pouch unaware of what was in it before seeing the handful of gold coins he'd never dream of seeing in a single day, he looked at the fleeing lord who was exiting his shop and called out "A thousand thank you's M'lord!" he cheered with joy, feeling greatful to the man who rewarded him with more gold then he would ever earn in his entire life.

"Alright now that, that's done. It's time I settled in before making a first impression." Harry said while leaving the little village and journeying back into the dense forest where he and his household had teleported from.

He called out to the air around him "Dobby! Kreacher!" with two pops the house elves appeared before him

"We are here master Harry." Dobby the energetic and sweep elf said, bowing before him in his little butlers outfit.

"Did you find a suitable spot for our home?" Harry asked, wanting to get settled in and rest up after making such an arduous journey across worlds.

"oh we did master, we did." Kreacher breathed, a proud smile crossing his grim face "Kreacher and Dobby found good land for master and his familiars, nice cove for underground lab with tunnels that lead out to sea for masters Girls.".

"Well done, I knew you could do it!" The two elves held themselves up with pride at their masters praise. "Please take me there." He held his hand out and the two elves grasped it before a pulling sensation on his navel happened and wave of vertigo and displacement took over and the sight of the forest was swallowed up by darkness.

-One Apparation later-

Harry and his household apparate right near a coastal cliff in nice healthy plain filled area, the wave's beat against the high hilled cliff that stood directly on top of a large cave that ran deep into the land.

"This is it master." Kreacher presented the land that he and Dobby had found for him.

"Excellent find you guys. Now please stand back while I bring it in." The two took a few steps back while they watched their master pull out his staff.

The air became dense around them as Harry worked his magic before the empty spot at the top of the cliff was soon occupied by a large stone castle that put Hogwarts to shame in terms of size and architecture.

Towers as tall of big ben stood pointed straight to the sky with the one in the middle holding a large clock dial on all four of its faces. The main building before the larger tower was mixture between Hogwarts and ancient roman buildings as marble columns litter the outside of the building from its walls to the entrance that held the tile roof up. Large imposing walls separated the castle from the outside. "There home sweet home, now to unpack and make a few changes to the house and the large cove underneath."

-2 weeks later-

"Great stink of Hogwarts! What is that smell!?" Harry and company were not a mile before the capital when a horrid smell assaulted their senses, his face scrunched up at the painfully stomach turning Oder wafting from the city before them

S"It'ssss burning my ssssense's!"S Ladon cried out, she along with her sisters withered in discomfort and pain around his body, the smell affecting their higher senses.

S"Master! I beg you get us out of here!"S Lernaean Pleaded to him to get away from the painful rancid Oder was affecting her breathing.

S "My NOSE!"S Ladon screamed out as she tried to block out the smell by burying herself deep into his clothes.

"Easy girls we go in introduce ourselves then we get out." He assured them, before taking a deep breathes as he journeyed faster to the capital, intent on getting this over and done with as quickly as he can.