I took a break for a day or two guys since a trip to the hospital for an appointment fucked up my sleep schedule. I'm back now though and hope to entertain you further!
Hope you all enjoy!
(147/350 Power Stones, for extra chapter)
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Harry had spent an entire day with Nagnar managing his new investments and plans, the majority of them having been launched immediately. Firstly he had travelled down to each of the vaults and received the grimoires for each family, including the list of familial ties; a book that all families had that kept track of all allies that particular house had.
Slytherin house was bare of allies, all of them having been eradicated throughout time or a house he currently held; namely house Ravenclaw. On the other side of the spectrum, however, the Slytherin vaults were filled with Parseltongue grimoires and books that described how to use the language for healing, combat, runes, rituals and Dark Magic. Additionally there were some spells that seemed to be the precursor spells to the Killing curse.
In contrast house Ravenclaw was filled to the brim with foreign alliances that are still magically bound to this day. From the Zabini Familia in Italy, the Delacours in France, the Romanovs from Magical Russia, all the way to the Royal LeFay of Britain. Rowena was definitely a kleptomaniac when it came to tomes of knowledge... Her library held thousands of tomes and grimoires in hundreds of languages; many of them dead. Harry knew he'd need to hand some of them to Elsa to fully translate at a later date, so he set them aside.
Finally there was the Potter and Pendragon vaults.
The Potter vault held the same as the others but was far larger than Ravenclaw or Slytherin's grimoire, having ancient Latin from the time of the early Roman republic that he couldn't fully decipher despite his experience in using Pig-Latin for spell casting. There was also the matter of his parents wills... And boy, were they a doozy!
"Son of a bitch!" Harry growled aloud as he read through the section that described his parents' wish for him to have nothing to do with Petunia or the Dursleys.
He continued his reading of Lily and James' wills whilst swearing like a sailor who had just been divorced by an unfaithful wife. He was supposed to be looked after by Sirius or Andromeda Tonks if his parents died, which is what happened... Instead Sirius was thrown into Azkaban without a trial. He cursed Dumbledore for the millionth time in the last day or two as he realised how far the old coot had gone to turn him into a puppet.
There were some small details in the will that shifted small amounts of Galleons to their friends or causes they supported; like an orphanage for Magical children. The final segment of the will had something odd though... It was a lightning bolt symbol that simply had a message.
` ⚡`
`Harry, Rule One... Save yourself...
Rule Two: Save everyone else...
Rule Three: If Rules One and Two become mutually exclusive...
Ignore them both and come get us!
Three Potters have always been better than one...`
"What the fuck do they mean, 'come get us'!? Were they insane?" Harry grumbled in perplexed anxiety, his stomach twisting upon itself as he considered the tone of the message.
Diving into Sith rituals and magics he found a few answers into spells that could temporarily bring someone's soul back to the mortal coil, but they were brutal magics that would enact a cost on anyone doing them. He shook his head, 'no, that isn't what the message is saying... They're saying come get us Harry...'
Narrowing his eyes he looked at the lightning bolt that fizzled magically above the message. It sparked every now and then, its blue light arcing across the aged parchment. Reaching up to his forehead he ran a few fingers across his similar mark, feeling the remnants of Voldemort's dark magic... He traced the stark edges before pausing as he felt a small prickle of magic that wasn't Voldemort's or his own.
"Huh?" He muttered as he closed his eyes and focussed on the magic.
It was playful and loving. He focussed his mind's eye onto the sensation and cast a small Sith spell that was capable of tracking emotions and where they originated from. It was a spell designed by Darth Traya to track down a particularly nasty adversary that used emotional manipulation across vast distances to annihilate his enemies.
Luckily, the spell took root inside his scar and quickly fabricated a string of magic that lazily sauntered through the air and out the door of Grimmauld Place. He stood without hesitation, setting aside the Pendragon heirlooms as he did so.
"Harry? What are you doing prongslet?" Sirius asked from one of the adjoining hallways to the loungeroom.
"Sirius, we need to go quickly." Harry said in a mild panic.
"What is it pup...?" Sirius asked worriedly, grabbing the lightsaber at his side as he spread his force senses throughout the house and into the nearby suburb.
"Just follow me. Quickly! We don't have time!" Harry sprinted from the room, slamming the front door open as his god father chased after him.
The young Sith Lord looked from one end of the street to another before the thread started morphing into words... An address. The spell was becoming slightly odd as magic itself started interacting with the constructed thread, giving it coordinates... That at least what he could comprehend of what was happening.
"Seriously Harry, what is going on!?" Sirius shouted in utter bewilderment and confusion.
"Shut up! Just follow me!" Harry waited for the final line of the address was written down before grasping the older Sith's arm and whisking them both away to a house he had only seen from Dementor visions.
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Meanwhile, at the X-Men mansion (Drecarios' Earth)...
"FUCK OF JEAN!" Rogue screamed out in anger, her black-white hair whipping back with her rage.
"I- I didn't mean it... I was only concerned about your attachment to that man..." Jean stuttered out in an attempt to reconcile with the younger woman and target of her attraction.
"HE HAS A NAME! DRE-CAR-IOS! HE IS AN AVENGER AND CAME HERE TO MEET YOU ALL WITH MY INVITATION UNTIL YOU ALL TREATED HIM LIKE SHIT!!!" Rogue's voice boomed off of the walls and reverberated throughout the mansion with such vibrato that several members of the X-men who were asleep crashed to the floor in a mild panic as they tried to get up and ready for combat.
"O-okay! He's got a name... It doesn't mean he wasn't a danger!" Jean stated angrily, her red hair rising upwards telekinetically.
"How was he a danger!? He treated me like a person, not a flower to softly walk around! He's a gentleman and was the only person that was able to... to touch me!!!" She screamed out in irritation before storming away towards her bedroom leaving Jean behind in the common room between the X-men dorms.
Rogue slammed the door behind her as she ran towards her cupboard where she kept a backpack full of her most valuable possessions. The clothes inside were a mess and haphazardly thrown inside but that mattered little to her anymore. She was sick of being treated like a wallflower and sick of the attitudes of the X-Men.
Ever since both divides of the Mutant community had merged to fight against the US government's anti-mutant project, her friends had been worsening, thinking less of humans and treating other mutants worse. Kitty was the only exception. Even Logan was harsher than usual and spoke less.
She grabbed her backpack and quickly grabbed an empty duffle bag, grabbing as many of her clothes and personal affects as she could, stuffing them inside said bag. Her mind wondered to the exile of the fake Jean and how the rest had been firmly on real Jean's side for the pronouncement... At the time she had voted against it but was overruled by majority. She had been a little upset at how casually they had all discarded someone but now she felt like something more sinister was afoot.
With her bags packed and her phone in her hands Rogue started googling Drecarios, looking for his residence or maybe a business he owned. Oh boy was she surprised when Frostborn Dynamics popped up and videos of spaceships flying through the sky started scrolling past her screen. Several news reports flickered by that had headlines exalting Drecarios and his marvellous achievements for mankind.
Pushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear she started watching a few videos of the spaceships and even the robots that guarded his company's grounds. The 'Landing Pads' as they were being called were quickly brought up, one in New York itself being shown in construction as a drones of some sort were rapidly flying up and down the structure, completing entire sections in a fraction of the time normal workers would need. It was amazing.
"Wow..." She uttered softly as she watched a missile from Iraq fly up towards one of the cargo ships before impacting a shield of some kind. The feed on the video cut out a few seconds later after a small section of the ship lit up.
Her internet surfing quickly finished when she found the address for his company's HQ. It was really close! In fact, it was the Chrysler building in New York and he had been seen meeting with his sister, Emma Frost, a few times in the last month. There was even an exposé on the Avengers visiting him a day or two ago.
'Fuck these people... They haven't been treating me with half the respect Drecarios had.' She bolstered her spirits, gathered her emergency luggage and quietly stepped out of her room, ensuring that no one was around. And luckily for her, everyone who was up had gone back to sleep after her half an hour search.
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Harry and Sirius emerged in a dilapidated foyer that was stained with a decade or more of soot, dust and grime. Carpets that had once been a pristine Gryffindor red had darkened into a black-crimson mass of material upon the floor that looked scrunched. The stairwell was half collapsed and shattered and looked as if an explosion had gone off nearby, sometime in the past.
"Why did you bring us here prongslet...?" Sirius's voice was filled with sorrow and despair despite the mental toughening and training he had received from Apocrypha.
"To check something Padfoot. And if I'm correct, well, let's just say we may have two more allies on our side." Harry spoke calmly, his wand raising upwards as he yanked on the surrounding magic to repair the entire building.
In a matter of moments the house became a flurry of movements, action and renewal. The walls straightened and bent back into flat planes whilst shards of wood flew from the far reaches of the house to reconnect with its old resting place. Shattered glass reassembled themselves into wine glasses and bowls. The ratty old carpet straightened out and cleansed itself of all refuse, the hall quickly following suit as it brightened up; several of the floating candles that dangled above flickering back on.
The once ruined stairway righted itself as old floorboards and steps rose from their buries ash-laden graves to retake their vigil where they belonged. Even the wallpaper, which had been long since decayed and destroyed, was pieced back together shred by shred. After a minute straight of movement, Potter Cottage inside Godric's Hollow was once again restored...
"Merlin Harry, that was more powerful than I've seen from you before." Sirius whispered out in awe as his mind interposed the past with the present looks of the house.
"The ambient magic helped, this place was consumed in dark side taint, I just used it for another purpose." Harry shrugged out before stepping deeper into the house, following the dangling cord of magic that still danced within vision.
The two Sith Lords stepped inside the house proper and marvelled out how homey the cottage was just seconds after the spell completed. They were now inside the lounge room with a crackling fire softly coiling inside a fireplace, projecting light onto a deep crimson couch with golden pillows and lining. In the background a small kitchen stood, with several countertops filled with an eclectic mix of glass, pottery and plastics. There was no food, obviously, but the cosiness of the entire thing made Harry nearly weep.
If his parents were playing a prank on him then it was a pretty mean prank. He couldn't stifle the inner turmoil at once again being in the place that Voldemort slew his parents.
"It's just as she left it the day before..." Sirius murmured in horror, his face paling as he filtered through memories that he thought long dealt with.
Harry ignored his god father's comment, preferring to track the thread which was now directing him down towards the carpet in front of the fireplace. With little effort he flicked his wand and directed the carpet to fuck off to the corner of the room, leaving the vague outline of a trapdoor where it once sat.
"Fuck, what is that...?" Sirius questioned in trepidation.
"I don't know Padfoot, could you stop asking questions now?" Harry huffed before bending forwards and opening the hatch, feeling the rust of the hinges slip away under his touch. The spell was working outwards from where he cast it, it seemed, and was doing a mighty fine job of it as well.
"Hmph, just like Lily." Sirius grouched before bending down on the opposite side and helping him jimmy the hatch open, which took very little effort considering it wasn't enchanted or locked magically.
Harry grunted as a darkened space below softly lit up, a floating candle from down below drifting towards the bottom of a ladder, showcasing the swiftly repairing floorboards below that groaned in the efforts of being moved. He didn't care for waiting however and simply jumped down the hatch, his force-empowered body absorbing the fall with little damage as his eyes immediately snapped upwards towards the interior of the chamber.
Sirius slid down the ladder, his hands whistling against the wood before he slammed down behind his god son. The both of them immediately froze as they noticed what sat in the centre of the room...
"Lily... James...?" Sirius called out in a struggled whisper of disbelief.
"Son of a bitch..." Harry cussed as he took a few staggered steps forwards, reaching his hand out to touch his mother's face. He slipped however and accidently fell forwards onto both of them, his breath exploding from his lungs as the wooden table jutted into his ribs.
"MOTHER FUCKER!!!"
*GASP*
Both bodies immediately took a deep breath in.
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With Rogue...
It had been later at night when she had left the manor and it was even later now. Her feet hurt from walking through the countryside and her back ached as she held her duffle bag over her shoulder. The escape was excellently done, the planning behind what would happen next? Not as good.
She sighed loudly as the sound of night time critters echoed throughout the countryside. There were no cars out this late and the distant ones she could see quickly vanished behind copses and other natural barriers. All she knew was that if she followed this road she could make it to a small diner that she had been to... It would give her a location to call Drecarios's company from without prying eyes and ears poking into her conversation.
Honestly, she would have done it outside but she knew several mutants in the mansion that could speak to animals if not bargain with them for information. She wasn't taking any chances tonight, she was done and Jean was the last straw.
"Stupid X-Men..." She huffed out, her gaze stubbornly sticking to the soft lights of the diner much further down the road.
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Hey guys, I thought I'd speak with you guys for a little here!
I wanted to make this chapter to work on the X-Men side of things since it seemed to grab a lot of people's attentions. The characters themselves are complex and have a great deal of lore and story that I could pull upon, and I love that... There is also the romance I dangled in front of you early into the story, so there's that as well... Those are my main reasons for writing Rogue into this chapter.
Also! Harry finding his parents was, honestly, a little random of me I must admit... But I figured that it gave Harry a stronger moral grounding and allowed me to pivot away from him and Sirius for a time (After I write the chapter after this that explains what's going on).
These things, whilst not directly about Drecarios, involve him and let you know that stuff is happening at the same time... Plus, it allows me to go straight into the whole 'DOOM' thing straight after this stuff wraps up!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Sorry about my rambling. Have a good day/night!
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