(230/350 Power Stones, for extra chapter)
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"Shit, that hurt more than I expected it too..." James groaned out as his breathing evened out. His muscles were aching in protest of his movements as he pushed himself upwards. A migraine licked his consciousness like a dog with a bone. It reminded him of Sirius when they did something particularly mischievous at Hogwarts, in its persistence.
"Ughhh, we're never doing that again James." Lily's voice declared painfully from beside him as she turned onto her side and attempted to prise herself into a seated position.
"You're telling me... It was you that said we needed to go into a torpor." He said as his blurry, glassless, vision reminded him that there were colours other than the black of his eyelids.
"Torpor was the best option, otherwise we'd need to sacrifice ourselves to grant the protection against Voldemort. You know that this was the best way..." Lily hissed as she managed to reach a seated position on the wooden tables they had arrayed themselves on.
"Then you should stop complaining love." He chuckled out, reaching for his glasses which he swore he had placed next to him.
He grasped the thin frames of his glasses and quickly slipped them onto his nose, blinking away the previous blur to accept the entire spectrum of colours the world offered. That was when he froze as he heard a hissing sound and the quiet winces of someone in pain. Lily must have heard it too since she froze and slowly panned in the direction of the noise.
All complaints fled him as if he were a Puffskein running away from danger. In front of him was a young man around 16 years of age, a pair of expensive but stylish glasses that had frames in the shape of twin basilisks that slowly moved around. His eyes were bright, verdant, emerald that glimmered in the low light of the small basement. Acromantula silk robes delicately hugged a lithe but muscular frame whilst also serving to make the boy's glasses pop with character. The entire picture of the boy could be summed up as 'Slytherin'.
Lily gasped in shock as she saw her boy rubbing his ribs in pain as he drew himself upwards. 'It's as if he just fell...' She errantly thought as she analysed every single part of him. Their work had succeeded. He had survived all of this time.
"H-harry...?" James asked weakly, his body protesting his quivering excitement.
"Uh, yeah. Hi dad, hi mum..." Harry waved awkwardly, the impression of his lightsaber in the side of his ribs slowly fading away.
Lily burst into tears and attempted to stand, failing horribly as she dropped to her knees. Sirius, who had been simply gobsmacked into silence, quickly rushed over and helped one of his bets friends get onto her legs once more.
"Careful Lils, y-you haven't been on your feet... For, ages..." The man stuttered out as the woman looked at her husband's best man.
"Siri!? God, you look old!" She stated bluntly in awe before falling into a fit of giggles at the ex-convict's facial expression; which was a mix between offended and giddy.
"Hey! I'm not old...! I tell you now, women still want a piece of me!" Sirius guffawed out before looking over at James who was still stuck looking at Harry in awe.
"H-how long have we been under?" James questioned in trepidation, his gaze still transfixed on his son who was currently standing there awkwardly whilst adjusting his stylish glasses. James would need to look into getting a badass set of glasses for himself as well... The man almost chuckled and would have if it weren't for sheer relief he felt that his son had survived the cursed Dark Lord that had haunted them for years.
"Fifteen to sixteen years dad." His son said plainly, his expressions oddly calm under the circumstances.
Lily gasped. "F-fiteeen years!?" She started sobbing again, this time into Sirius's lapel whilst he pet her back in an effort to calm her.
"Holy shit... We've missed so much..." James felt the familiar throb of anxiety pulse through his heart and stomach as he considered how many family moments they had missed with their son. He wouldn't be able to teach him how to ride a broom, see him cast his first spell, send him off to the Hogwarts express for his first year... Tears beaded at the corner of his eyes as the true cost of the protection made itself evident.
Sirius was crying now as well, his grey eyes glassy with unshed and shed tears alike. Harry, on the opposite side of the spectrum, had too many emotions, desires and feelings and was grasping control over himself with an iron fist to make it easier for his parents. He knew that they had sacrificed themselves for him to survive, so that someday they would all be family once again... And still he felt anger at the idea that they've been down here this entire time.
"D- Are you okay Harry?" Lily asked in mild desperation.
"I'm... okay... I didn't know you were down here until ten minutes ago. I'm still, processing, I guess?" The Sith Lord was quite aptly too stunned to truly accept that his parents were just suddenly back.
"Impossible! It was written in our wills! We should have been released from torpor over a decade ago, if not a day after we were attacked!" James cried out in frustrated anger as he finally started understanding how much they had sacrificed.
"Yeah, well, you can blame Dumbledore for that." Harry stated with a hint of rage, directed at the old headmaster. The sound was so malicious that James blinked several times and flinched backwards a little.
"W- H- WHAT!? Why would Dumbledore do this!?" James slipped off the side of his table and barely held himself up with his arms as he tried to stand tall like he had in the past.
"Because he's a Dark Lord that has been manipulating my life for the last 16 years? Because he wanted a prophesized weapon to kill Voldemort. Because he'd a manipulative old cunt that can't leave people be and can't stand not to be in control." The wind in the room picked up speed as Harry hissed out each point, the basilisks on his glasses hissing powerfully as an aura of black and red billowed out from the young Sith Lord.
"D-dark lord...?" James stuttered out in horror.
"Did he hurt you? What has he done!?" Lily asked in anger and outrage.
"Yes, he is a Dark Lord. This is the last time he crosses me. He has deprived me of my parents, of my family, of a childhood, of knowledge, of true friends, of money... I swear that I will flay him alive and impale him for the entire Wizarding world to see. I will reduce House Dumbledore until it is rubble. I will salt their lands, destroy their magic, obliterate their bloodline of all magic and finally, after I have achieved all of that, I will then scourge any positive trace of his name from history." Harry declared in hatred, his magic flashing as each part of the oath was accepted by magic and the force itself.
All three adults couldn't even respond to his oath before hundreds of House books across the country immediately declared that House Potter was at blood feud with House Dumbledore. Everyone would soon know the true horrors of a Sith Lord.
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Meanwhile, on Asgard...
In the distance I watched as my Space-carrier, as I had freshly dubbed it, loaded several hundred FI-3 Icewings; droid fighters, and the 20,000 FR1's I had made; the infantry droids. The Asgardian forces were also getting ready as hundreds of troop carriers swooped towards the Bifrost. The war was beginning...
Behind me I could hear my companions discussing key points for conquest, namely New York, Berlin, Tokyo, Canberra, Budapest, Paris, London, Rome, Moscow and Washington DC. Ciri had arrived a few hours ago alongside Aegon, both of them mildly blushing as Jester teased them into oblivion over their late arrival. Gandalf in all his white glory, stood at the side of the room, a smoke pipe in his right hand as he looked over the maps of Earth.
Loki was speaking with Caleb Widogast, answering some minor questions pertaining to magic and the realities of spatial magic. Tony was commanding Jarvis to take control of his Iron Legion, the multitude of chaotic suits all saluting him as he passed. Luke and Mara were having a conversation with Samantha as they looked over several sketches of Doom's robots... Heimdal was a surprisingly good artist... Who knew?
The rest of the Mighty Nein were arrayed throughout the room having discussions over tactics, strategy and the game plan. They were perhaps the most chaotic of the assembled members as they constantly brainstormed ideas that were suicidal or dangerous at best... Especially a plan that the little goblin girl called 'fluffernutter', which included blowing up several hundred of my FR1's all in the name of explosions... Apollo approved and was currently designing hundreds of 'self-sacrificing' droid models as he moved between my watch and the computer on my desk back at the Chrysler.
Which was another thing I was confused about. How could he do that while the 'Timeless' aspect of the chat room was in place? No immediate answer came to my mind, only a few theories based upon dimensional isolation of unique beings to time itself... But that would require energy at levels so beyond me that it made me want to disregard the possibility out of sheer hope for my sanity.
Shiroe of Log Horizon- I'm heading over to Harry and Sirius guys, I'll see you all when that mission is done!
Tony Stark- Godspeed kid 😎
Luke Skywalker- Good luck, hopefully we should be able to aid you three after this mission
M. Sam Carter- I'd say save some tech for me but Harry's world is bullshit
Harry Potter- My parents were in stasis and could have brought back since I was one. Dumbledore is going to die in agony.
Drecarios Frost- Fuck... Are they good?
Sirius Black- Yeah, they are currently in shock at how pissed Harry is and how their 'little boy' has turned out without them around...
Harry Potter- Fuck expectations, I'm going to salt Dumbledore's family like Rome did to Carthage!
Loki Odinson- I'm liking his attitude, perhaps I should do the same to this Doom person? 😈😈😈😈
Jester Lavorre- RIP AND TEAR! 👿👿👿
Drecarios Frost- FOR FUCKS SAKES TONY STOP TEACHING HER SHIT!!!
Tony Stark- nope~! 😂😂
I exhaled loudly as the Space Carrier finally closed all of its entrance hatches and slowly drifted towards the central palace of Asgard. We were ready to go.
"Everyone, the prep-work has been completed. Now we need to choose our cities and teams." The entire room went silent as I spoke.
"I suggest that Loki and the Asgardian Military takes Australia, Asia and The Middle East. My forces will take North America, South America and Africa. The Mighty Nine alongside Tony will go to Paris first and rapidly move towards Berlin after clearing away all of Doom's influence. Luke, Mara, Gandalf, Ciri and Aegon will land in Rome, clear it, and then move through Austria towards Berlin." Everyone was nodding along as they looked over the maps that were strewn across one of the large dining tables in the feasting hall of the palace.
"Once we have secured Berlin we will distribute our forces evenly across the eastern border and make a front-wide push towards Latveria. I have several of my AI running logistics management and distribution as well as communication control. Doom will be having significant issues deciphering our comms throughout the conflict." I finished succinctly.
"What about other groups and forces? I doubt Earth is just going to sit back and let us invade..." Luke questioned in curiosity whilst his wife was looking over the satellite images of Rome that Asgard had stolen several hours ago.
"To my knowledge, which may be unreliable, Earth has mages of significant power that seclude themselves in sanctums. Additionally, Heimdal has informed us of a group called 'Hydra' that has almost completely conquered the entirety of the country they call Canada." Loki informed calmly as I grimaced at the prospect of fighting Hydra head on.
"There are also the Celestial spawn that we may need to fight as well... They are there to ensure that Tiamat is birthed and will stop at nothing to protect the planet. I doubt they could be considered 'heroes' under Doom's perspective." Loki finished.
"Hmmm, we will have to deal with any threats as they pop up." I stated with a shrug.
"What about London?" Caleb queried whilst pointing to the image of London from orbit.
"I'll go there. It should be easy." Luke said, his cock-sure grin causing several people to shake their heads.
"Luke, even you can't verse an entire military detachment." I sighed out.
"Nonsense, trust me... I've got this." The Jedi wasn't backing down. Mara shook her head and rolled her eyes whilst I just shrugged in frustration.
"Fine, Luke has London." The room filled with mirth at my exhaustion. I hated them all, I swear.
"Cool...!!!! So can we gooo kill them yet~?" Jester lyrically sung.
Sighing once more I waved them off.
"Let's go show this piece of shit what power actually is..." There was a combined war cry from the Chat members as the Space Carrier languidly came to a halt in front of the balcony, a ramp extending down so I could walk inside.
It was time to go get me some Infinity Stones.
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