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July 30, 2008 Grimmauld Place 11:50PM
It was 11:50PM in the renovated library at 12 Grimmauld Place where a reading figure sat in front of a fireplace with a glass of Firewhiskey on the table in front. Suddenly, the fireplace grew larger as the Floo activated. 6 figures one by one stepped out of the fireplace.
“Oy Fearless Leader!” “why so solemn for your” “almost birthday?!” “Your favorite brothers” “and sisters are here!”
It has been a decade since the Final Battle of Hogwarts of May 1998, but the group at 12 Grimmauld Place will stay forever thankful to Mother Magic that the Twins stayed as Twins, instead of being short one. It was a miracle that Fred survived the explosion, but only due to the intervention of his elder brother, Percy, being quick enough to set a Protego over their bodies when Rockwood set off an explosion close to them. This act immediately healed the rift between the older sets of the Weasley Brothers. With the Twins still intact, their WWW business boomed and became successful internationally due to their useful Defense products; such as the Decoy Detonators, Jinx Off, Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, and their Shield wear - hats, cloaks, + gloves. Since their best friend and co-partner of the WWW, Lee Jordan, was able to take care of the growing business with the backup stock the Twins made, they were able to create more firework designs for their Weasley’s Wildfire Whiz Bangs, along with other useful Defense products; such as a smaller/less noticeable version of the Extendable Ears used during the War, mini Memory cameras that basically saved the essence of any Magic that were used, and trick wands that can pass as sticks to the Muggles and secondary wands to other Magi- only sold to Aurors and Hit Wizards. The Twins grew devilishly handsome - they were a cross of Charlie and Bill - not a lot of bulk, but more than enough muscle due to their rigorous training program made by Harry.
There was a sigh from a platinum blond male. “We’re his only siblings, and you know it.”
Draco only grew handsome with age, although his attitude has become much changed from before. After all, being a Death Eater spy and going through a Ministry Trial right after the War can much change a Wizard. It was only through the joint intervention of Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Neville, was he able to get a Non-Guilty charge in his Trial with an Order of Merlin added to his name. Like Hermione and others, he went back to Hogwarts for his official 7th Year where he graduated, and done well in his N.E.W.T.S. He used his wealth and hard work to get his Potions and Healing Masteries in 4 years. He has been a Healer and Potions Master for the past 6 years, but as he had enough money to open an independent practice with his business partner, they have become very successful and world known for being quick and reliable with their Potions/Healing regimens within the 1st year of opening their practice. Not to mention, him and his partner were popular with the Witches due to Harry’s Program, and their reputation.
A good natured scoff was heard from the entrance of the fireplace. “Not by blood, by choice. Sometimes, that is the best way to find a forever family.”
Neville was a late bloomer in the looks department. His gardening hobby mixed with Harry’s Program turned him into a gentle, yet muscular giant of a man. He was one of the ones whom also went back to Hogwarts for his official 7th year. The War has also changed him due to his short, but memorable stint as a Lieutenant General during the Death Eater Occupancy in Hogwarts. He was made known to Draco’s actions as a Spy by Harry, Hermione, and Luna during the Death Eater Occupancy. Together, he and Luna, collaborated with certain trusted members of each House, and the lended Marauder’s Map, to prevent worse War Crimes from happening; such as rape, torture, and the illegal hunting of Muggle borns, Half Bloods, and Blood Traitors; which is where Draco’s information and list of pre-determined attacks were a big help. It was due to this reason, that as Lord Longbottom, receiver of the Order of Merlin, he requested, and achieved, a fair Trial for Draco. After doing well in his N.E.W.T.S, like Draco, with his wealth and hard work, he got his Herbology and Healing Masteries within 4 years. As you thought, he is Draco’s partner in crime in their shared practice.
A voice wryly commented, “With 5 overprotective brothers, its a wonder Luna and I are single.”
Hermione has greatly changed over the past decade, in looks and attitude. Her once bushy hair now fell in smooth ringlets down her back, though it is done up in a bun about half the time. Her body was curvy, but toned from also being in Harry’s Program. The day after the War, she no longer had that enthusiastic trust in authority figures, or that frantic desperation for friends. You see, during her End of the World kiss with Ron in the Chamber of Secrets, she realized she never had feelings for him. After realizing her uncharacteristic behavior, she checked herself into St Mungo’s, where her trust in authority and one friendship in particular were utterly shattered. Her blood test came back with traces of Amortentia keyed to Ron Weasley, and obscure Loyalty + Obedience Potions keyed to Dumbledore, Molly and Ron Weasley. Instead of breaking down, she immediately hunted down Harry to force him to St Mungo’s under the guise of getting his wounds treated after the War. In order to distance herself from Ron, after her St Mungo’s trip she publicly declared during a celebration dinner at the Ministry that she will go back to Hogwarts for her 7th Year. Not that she had to try hard to distance herself - in fact, she was able to publicly break ties with Ron as he had a complete fit, and tried to send Hexes at Hermione in his rage. Luckily, due to his lack of skills and inattention during his classes, she was able to immediately protect herself with a Protego and dominate the short fight with only an Expelliarmus, Depulso, Avis and Oppungo. She graduated from Hogwarts, and received the most N.E.W.T.S. since Dumbledore. Due to her Order of Merlin status, her intellect, and her ties with the Ministry of Magic/OotP colleague, Kingsley, she was also the first Muggle-born to get multiple Masteries in Runes, Charms, Arithmacy, Potions, and Healing, though it took 6 years to get all 5 at the same time. Although she had these advantages, Kingsley was overruled by the other Department Heads in giving her a high position in the Ministry. She figured this would happen so luckily right after the War, she and a forced Harry went to Gringotts to make amends with the Goblins, and clear their names of any wrongdoing by showing their memories as proof that a Horcux was in the Bank at one point. Once her Masteries were completed, she worked at Draco’s + Neville’s private practice full time.
A voice gave a musical giggle before an airy, otherworldly voice said, “We are single by choice, dear sister.” And because we will all meet our Soul-Mates soon, she privately though to herself.
Luna changed from her Loony Lovegood days. Sure, she still has a whimsical attitude, but the War completely grounded her to reality with the leadership and hardship trials that she was put through during her imprisonment at Malfoy Manor, and her co-leadership role with Neville during the Death Eater Occupancy. She grew into an otherworldly beauty with her pixie like toned stature, from Harry’s Program, and attitude. She also went back to Hogwarts during her normal 7th year, and was able to graduate with her chosen brothers and sister during their shared 7th year. She graduated with the N.E.W.T.S. required to become a Magi-Zoologist like Newt and Rolf Scamander. In fact, due to her reputation during the War and the Quibbler, she was able to quickly attain a coveted mentorship with her idol, Newt Scamander. She became the only non-family member entrusted with his secret, a bit with an Unbreakable Vow and Contract, of creating a Magical suitcase. As she was consistently traveling during and after her mentorship, she was given training dummies created by Harry for his Program. In fact, it was due to Harry’s Program that she was able to keep up with physically traveling around the world researching, and finding, various Magical Creatures.
A masculine voice filled with amusement broke through, “Technically, we are all single by choice. Though us men have been taught other sets of skills for our future spouses.”
Finally, we come to the War General himself. After he was dragged to St Mungo’s by Hermione, he also publicly cut ties with Ron, Ginny, and Molly at the Ministry celebration dinner. It turns out that on top of the same Potions keyed to Dumbledore, Molly, and the two youngest Weasleys, his test also showed Obliviations by Dumbledore during his 1st - 6th years, and by Molly during his 6th year after Dumbledore died, but before he went on the Horcux Hunt. After he publicly declared that he was also going back to Hogwarts, and he would never get back romantically with Ginny, the attendees received a show from Molly’s angry screeching, and in person Howler abilities. After being on the end of Hermione’s attention, crash course tutoring, and strict study schedule, he graduated with great N.E.W.T.S. to get his Masteries in DADA, Transfiguration, and Charms. Majority of the damage done in his childhood were reversed by his 3 personal friend Healers through a strict multi Potions regime. He will never be a body builder, but he grew taller with a strong swimmer’s build. The strict Potions Regime, as well as dying in the Forest of Death, also cured his eyes, though he was given, and used fake glasses from Hermione that are inscribed with Runes to see Magic. With no desire of working for the Ministry, he became a freelance Gringotts Curse Breaker with advice given by Fleur and Bill. Since there was Death Eater activity after the War, with Percy’s help of all people, he created a Program designed for Hit Wizards with Muggle Training influences. Another interesting thing that happened after the War, he used his Order of Merlin to successfully request a meeting with the Queen. He closely watched, and went through, Her Royal Majesty’s Army Training - Navy, Marines, + Air Force. Since he excelled in anything physical, he quickly graduated all three trainings and went back to his friends to force them to do his Program. The group were forced to master wandless, nonverbal, and wordless Magics. After all, it’s not really paranoia when they are out to get you. His Magic screamed at him that this was the correct path, and he started to listen to his Magic once he was Purged of the Potions.
Hermione and Luna crinkled their noses in disgust, and said in unison, “Ugh, we really did not need to know that about our brothers thank you.”
They were interrupted as there was a pop as Kreacher appeared in the Library. He drastically changed after the War, but only to the people in the Library. After Harry and Hermione destroyed the Horcux locket, they got a replica made in honor of Regulus for Kreacher. He started to call them Master and Missy, as Hermione was still Muggleborn but not as repugnant as she was before.
“Master and Missy need Kreacher?”
Harry, after looking at the negatively shaking heads, replied “No, we are fine thank you. They came to celebrate my birthday. Most likely tomorrow morning we have have a breakfast brunch since they will be staying the night.”
Kreacher lightly bowed before he popped out of the Library.
It was with a chime the clock struck midnight.
The 6 arrivals said in unison, “Happy Birthday, Harry!”
Before Harry could reply, all 7 of them lost consciousness, and collapsed on the couch.
Different Realm
Seconds after they lost consciousness, they materialized in a shared space of the Hogwarts Station.
Harry groaned in dismay at seeing this familiar place again. “What the hell is this? I thought I was done with weird shit happening on my birthday. It’s been almost a decade since something happened.”
Hermione replied with some snark, “So can we blame you dear brother then, for our current predicament?”
Luna said in a whimsical voice said, “Now, now dear sister. It’s not our brother’s fault this time.”
The group straightened in worry at their youngest friend.
Luna has not used her whimsical voice since before the War. What the rest of the Wizarding World did not know, is that Luna is the only Delphi Oracle Seer like her mother before her through the Pythia Line. The Pythia Line are all single pregnancies, with only the females given Seer abilities by the Greek God Apollo, due to the family being direct descendants of the first Head Priestess of the Sun God. For their safety during the development of the Wizarding World, their abilities have been kept secret through mother to daughter only, not even the spouses or sons of the Seers knew. As the only female Matriarch of the Pythia Line, she was granted permission by her Magic to reveal her Seer abilities to her chosen siblings due to their bonds forged in War. They became extra protective of the youngest sibling, and made Unbreakable Vows with a modified Fidelius built in, to never reveal her Secret.
A voice behind them said, “The Young Seer is correct. I have summoned my Master and you 6 to give support to my Master.”
The friends, except Luna, whirled around to see a normal looking man with a strong presence that made their Magic tremble.
Luna slowly turned to gracefully, and respectfully bow. “Lord Death, how can we be of service to your realm?”
The friends paled. They would have fainted in real life but they were able to stay conscious because they were in a different realm.
Death said, “You can call me Mortimer. None of that Lord stuff. I am not that stuffy."
Harry got his voice back. “How can I be your Master when I threw 2 of the 3 objects away?” After all, he made sure to bury the Elder Wand with Dumbledore after the War, threw the Resurrection Stone into the Forbidden Forest, and stored the Invisibility Cloak in his Vault.
Mortimer: “Easy. I choose who is my Master. You do realize, Master, that you are the only one in centuries since your ancestor, Ignotus Peverell, that you met me as a friend? You did not run from me like Thomas Riddle, nor did you want to wrongly use my Gifts like Albus Dumbledore.”
Fred + George: “So because he was himself,” “humble and gracious,” “but also stupid for knowingly” “going to his death” “you want to call him” “your Master?” “Well Harry, we guess” “you have done the” “impossible again. Bravo, old chap.” “You keep making” “us so proud to be” “your older brothers.”
Mortimer chuckled as the others, except Luna, rolled their eyes. He grew serious again as he asked Luna, “Young Seer, you know why I summoned you all?”
Luna solemnly replied, “I have been receiving Visions since the War was over. I have been collecting what we need, in terms of Creatures.”
Mortimer smiled. “Excellent. In terms of my summoning you all to my realm, I have a favor to ask of you on behalf of my colleagues.”
Harry respectfully asked, “What do you need me to do, Mortimer?”
Hermione warily, but respectfully, asked, “As for support for him, what can we do?”
Draco respectfully said, “Because as his honorary siblings, we want to help Harry in his task for you.”
Neville solemnly nodded.
Mortimer clapped his hands. “Perfect. I knew we would all be in agreement. I have been closely watching you all in preparation of this meeting. What I need is sort of, kind of, simple. My colleagues are Gods in another world, another dimension if you will, the Multiverse, so to say.” Hermione’s eyes widened but didn’t interrupt. Mortimer continued, “Their favored line is in danger of dying out down to a mad man, a child that does not know half of his heritage, and a female whose circumstances forces her to become mad herself. This is not through the line’s fault, it is all through outside forces working against my colleagues. I am humbly requesting you, on behalf of my colleagues to fix, or save a couple from each generation, with some sleep thrown in, and wake up to help the last generation of their favored line.”
Hermione confusedly asked, “So you want us to fix a couple generations in separate times? How do you want us to do this?”
Mortimer nervously laughed. “This will be painful, but let me download this information into your minds. Time here is at a standstill, so the years you’ll be here in my dimension won’t negatively impact you outside my realm.” With that short, but ominous warning, the 7 friends fainted as Mortimer downloaded everything about the Targaryen and Stark ancestries, and their past and future, into their minds.
There was a sigh as a deep voice said, “Lord Death, was that so wise?”
Mortimer: “You do not know this group like I do, Arrax. They will want to know the entire situation; past, present, and future; to successfully plan their actions. They need to be prepared in order to triumph over their enemies.”
Arrax: “Very well. Will they judge my friends and I over our decision?”
Mortimer: “Not to worry. They are a logical, and educated, bunch. They detest slavery of any kind so they will understand your decision.”
If this was real time, the friends would have woken up in a week to accumulate the information that was forcibly downloaded into their mind, but since this was a realm outside of time, they woke up in a few minutes.
Harry groaned, “Ugh. I feel like I crashed into the ground after performing a Wronski Feint.”
The friends whimpered in agreement as they all slowly got up. They were surprised to find another man, a bit rough around the edges with a poorly hidden hint of danger, next to Mortimer.
Arrax: “Greetings Young Ones. My name is Arrax. I am one of the friends Lord Death was talking about.”
Hermione blankly replied, “Your favored line sucks with their lack of safety with inbreeding.”
Arrax winced. “Yes. It turns out after the Doom, they forgot the Ritual to prevent the madness that comes from inbreeding.”
Draco: “Actually, I just don’t think they cared.”
Arrax grumbled. “That as well.”
Mortimer was watching Hermione closely. “You already came up with a solution didn't you?”
The friends simply shrugged as they knew Hermione was a genius ran by logic.
Hermione straightened. “Yes. In regards to that first generation you want us to fix: we need to be sent to the reign of Jaehaerys Targaryen I and Alysanne Targaryen. I honestly do not think we should influence their minds. If they antagonize us, we can try to attain the dragons from that time: Vermithor, Silverwing, Sheepstealer, Cannibal, Balerion, Dreamfyre, and Greyghost, along with some dragon eggs. As a Healer, and a female, I want to save some of the Targaryen women that came after Jaehaerys’s generation.” She took a deep breath. “We should let some of the events of Rhaenyra’s rule play out, but not the deaths. After we save who we can, we will all take a modified form of the Draught of the Living Death. One of the Gods will awaken us from our sleep to help the last generation of the Targaryen-Stark line. In helping the ones I am thinking of, I feel like we can help the Targaryen continue on. We should also see about debilitating the political powers of the Maester’s at some point, or at least create a modified charm in the Citadel so the Maesters would be obligated to not fulfill their ambitions against the Targaryen line. With the Dragons that we steal from Jaehaerys’s reign, we can stop and annihilate the White Walkers.”
Arrax gaped at her as Mortimer just laughed in delight, and showed his appreciation by excitedly clapping.
Mortimer: “You are truly a brilliant Witch, child. Yes, if you all go into spelled sleep, along with the guests that you choose to save from the 1st generation, one of the 14 Flame Gods will awaken you in time to stop the pinnacle point of the last generation.”
Neville: “May we ask a couple of questions?” He continued after Mortimer nodded, “How will we get to this new world? Will we still be in our current bodies, and have our memories and Magic? What about our belongings? The language? What else can we bring? Can we bring anyone we want to?”
Mortimer nodded. “Yes. You will be in your current bodies, and have your Magics. You will get to Arrax’s Dimension by going through the Death Veil in the DoM. You will also have their languages embedded into your brain, whether that be the Common Tongue, the Old Tongue, Skroth, both Valyrian dialects, Dothraki, Asshai’i, and Qarth. Your riches in your Vaults will also be converted to Arrax’s world’s currency, you’ll just need to pack them. You can bring anything from your World, you’ll be guaranteed safe passage with your belongings intact. As for people, you are allowed to bring a certain amount, say up to 20 people, as support. That is me being generous.”
Draco hummed thoughtfully, “So in short, we just need to bring our multi-compartment trunks and tie them to us by blood, and keep on our person. Luckily, we are not super dependent on a lot of people so I imagine we'll only bring about 10-15 as support.”
Harry chimed in. “Since you want us to work with Dragons, can we, including whomever we bring, get the ability to speak Dragon tongue? I feel that the Dragons will be more willing to work with us if we’re able to communicate with them.”
Arrax snapped out of his shock. “On my word as the Ruler of the 14 Flames, only you 7, and any of your offspring, will be able to speak Dragon tongue, as well as become Dragon Riders. I have a very strong feeling you will be successful in your endeavors, but I still wish you all the best of luck. You have my thanks and gratitude for helping our favored line.” At the end of his speech, he deeply bowed in gratitude to the War Heroes/Heroines.
Luna: “It is no trouble at all, Lord Arrax. It is not the fault of the 14 Flames for causing the Doom. They deserve their Fate for abusing Blood Magic, of all things, with the blood of their slaves instead of themselves. Daenys the Dreamer, along with her family, were the only ones worthy of being saved. It’s too bad the future lines of the Targaryen Family forgot their teachings.” Her friends nodded in agreement.
Mortimer: “We cannot thank you enough. Please use this time to plan your moves in my realm. You are free to leave at any time. To go back to the outside, simply click your heels together three times to wake up in Grimmauld Place. Whatever you write in here will appear in young Hermione’s hand. If you attempt to do physical training in my realm, the skills will be transferred to your physical bodies when you wake.” He paused. "Also, you will receive another visit before you leave for Arrax's world. Not a deity, but that is all I will say."
With that, Mortimer and Arrax disappeared as the Train Station changed to the Hogwarts Library.
Hermione sighed. “Well, let’s get planning.”
They all sighed as they took a seat at the materialized table.