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Irreversible Destiny	By : SheWolfe7 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 56804 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or
co. they are owned by JK Rowling. She owns the characters, I own this particular plot. I�m not making any money off of this, no malice intended, no infringement intended and so on etc.
Also, if this is similar to any other fics, it was
not intentional. As per usual, any original characters, theories about magic and anything not already known to JKR�s HP world or general fandom is mine. I borrowed the concept
of the Living Metal from Yuri Narushima�s Planet
Ladder so no; I do not own that concept.

Genre: Angst, Drama

Rating: R for violence, language, probably
some sex later on etc.

WARNINGS: This story contains SLASH which is a
sexual relationship between two males, if that squicks
you then get the heck out of here! This is fanfiction
folks, if you want to read canon I suggest you stick to JKR.

Synopsis: AU. After two years of training at a
secret Wizarding Institute, Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his 7th year.
Secrets abound and one Transformation will bring to light a truth that will
lead to the downfall of the Light. Severitus
Challenge! Dark!Harry.

Pairings:HP/LV

A/N: Well, here it is (a day early even!) for those who are
members on my Group. This is my fourth Slash fic and
my first HP/LV and my first Severitus! I hope you
like my take on things, I found that there just weren�t enough Dark!Harry Severitus
so I decided to write one. Feedback is most welcome, no flames please. Enjoy!

Thanks to my Beta Robyn for going over and
correcting any mistakes!

Parseltongue, foreign words,
letters/articles etc.

Telepathy

Character�s thoughts

Emphasized words, headings,

Irreversible
Destiny

By: SheWolfe7

Chapter I

The
Hero Returns

See the
conquering hero comes!

Sound the
trumpets, beat the drums!

-Dr. T.
Morel, in Libretto for Handel�s Joshua

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Arcanum
Institute of Magic, Unplottable Location, Unknown

Monday the 14th of July 1997

5:00 PM

The sun was shining brilliantly, the sky
was clear and cloudless and the most gentle of summer breezes was blowing. Lush
foliage abounded, covering the ground and gentle hills and valleys in various
shades of green. Tall trees dotted the landscape, adding character to the
strange complex. For miles around the tan brick building that was the Arcanum
Institute, as far as the eye could see this was the property owned by the
school. The school was located on an Unplottable Island
that no one but the Headmaster actually knew was located at. What set the
Arcanum Institute apart from other Wizarding Schools was the fact that they
only accepted the absolute best students from all over the world, be they
scholarly gifted or gifted with amazing wells of power. Another thing that set
this school apart was the fact that it was a year round school, which had
almost no contact with the outside world. Letters and packages were received
quarterly, once in March, once in June, once in September and once in December.
Classes ran from 8:00 A.M. to 6:00 P.M. respectively with an hour long break at
noon for lunch. It was a rigorous school and once again, only the best, most
promising students were allowed entry and today one of those students was
leaving.

The almost seventeen years old Harry
Potter, the famed Boy-Who-Lived was finally being allowed to return to
Hogwarts. Prior to his Fifth year, Harry had been transferred over to the
Arcanum Institute of Magic by order of the British Minister of Magic along with
the blessing of one Albus Dumbledore. As much as
Harry had learned and become the best at all his subjects, he would never
forgive either man for literally tossing him to the ends of the world to fight
his demons alone, without any support. This brings us back to the fact that
Harry Potter was leaving the Arcanum Institute for good today. Not that it
would have mattered, he was needed the war against Voldemort was getting
bleaker and the Wizarding World needed its hero. Harry Potter was not pleased
to say the least.

Dressed in his school uniform, which
consisted of weatherproof khaki trousers, black combat boots, a white cotton
T-shirt and a short sleeved khaki button up shirt Harry looked oddly like a
student from a Military
Academy. Harry stood just
two inches shy of six feet, he had a muscled frame that was tanned golden and
was capable of acrobatics that would have marveled some circus performers. He
had long ago had his eyes magically corrected and had grown his hair out to his
shoulders, giving him the appearance of a young man entering the prime of his
life. Smoothly navigating the halls, Harry headed to Headmaster Randolph�s
Office where he would be departing by Port-key back to the United Kingdom and Hogwarts
specifically. Pausing in front of a cherry wood door, Harry rapped three times
and entered the room.

The Headmaster�s office was large, mainly
filled with bookshelves, small sitting areas and large windows showing the
extensive grounds. Harry walked directly to the desk and stood in front of it
waiting to be acknowledged. Headmaster Randolph
was a man in his early fifties with graying chestnut hair and light hazel eyes.

Looking up from his paperwork he smiled,
�Harry I see you�re prompt as usual, are you eager to return home?�

�I�m about as eager to go �home� as a cow
is to get branded,� Harry replied caustically.

�Your analogy is more accurate than they
would be willing to admit to so stay on your guard. As much as I wished it
wasn�t time for you to go I�ve held them off long enough, they approached me in
January after all. I�m sure I don�t have to tell you to be careful and stay on
your guard; we both know what�s waiting for you when you get back to Great Britain.
Stay in touch and should you survive the War you�ll always be welcome to return
here. Now you should take the Port-key and go, heaven knows what they�ll begin
to think if you should be delayed.� Headmaster Randolph said handing Harry a shining
Graduate�s Medal.

Harry accepted the Medal. �I mean to
survive the War Headmaster, and I�m sure we�ll see each other again someday.�
As he put the Medal on around his neck, he felt the familiar pull behind his
navel and then there was only a swirl of colored lights.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland, Great Britain

Monday July 14th, 1997

12:10 PM

Sirius Black could barely restrain the
lopsided grin that stole over his face; his Godson was finally coming home! It
had been over two years since he�d last seen Harry and he was eager to have a
look at the teen. Now a freed man thanks to the capture of Peter Pettigrew
Sirius now had every intention of bringing Harry to live with him and Moony at
number 12 Grimmauld
Place in London.
He may have hated the townhouse that housed the Most Noble House of Black but
it was his and Harry would need to be somewhere close to all the action not to
mention someplace well warded. They were waiting in the Headmaster�s Office as
Harry was due to arrive within moments. �They� ended up being Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Mr. And Mrs. Weasely and family, Hermione Granger and several
miscellaneous Order Members including Sirius�s hated enemy, Severus Snape.

Dumbledore glanced at his watch. �Any
moment now, if you will all move from the center of the room please.�

Not two minutes later a tall, tanned dark
haired young man appeared in the center of the room. Sirius felt his jaw drop
open in shock. This was
his Godson?! When Harry had departed, he had been a short, scrawny
fourteen-year-old and this man was a tall, muscled...man! Everyone was shocked
silent, staring at the man who could only be Harry Potter with those emerald
eyes.

Harry glanced around the room,
expressionless. �I do believe I am expected am I not?�

That was all it took Ron and Hermione both
rushed forward together. �Harry!�

Unfortunately, they managed to get about
two feet away from Harry before they ran smack into a ward and bounced off,
falling painfully on the ground.

�I wouldn�t recommend approaching me quite
like that; I always have wards up for security I�m sure you�ll understand. I
would have warned you but I wasn�t quite expecting to be mobbed so quickly.�
Harry explained, looking faintly amused.

Remus gazed at the young man as if he was
trying to figure him out. �You�ve...changed.�

Harry looked cold for a moment. �What were
you expecting? I was trained at Arcanum for two years, there�s no way I�d come
out of that place the same boy you all knew.�

Dumbledore looked old and tired. �It was
for the best.�

�I�m sure it was you can�t fight a war
without a weapon now could you?� Harry said positively frigid.

Mr. Weasley
stepped forward. �That�s not how it is, Harry.�

Harry snorted. �Please don�t insult my
intelligence, I was instructed in Combat Tactics by the best Aurors in the
World I know what I�m talking about. It wasn�t your desire that I return
it was that the Wizarding World demanded their Savior. If Arcanum has taught me
anything, it is that few things or actions are without a price.�

�Harry-� Hermione
began.

�Save it, I haven�t the time to listen to
whatever propaganda you�ve come to believe about the war and my place in it.
I�ve haven�t spent the last two years being molded to be the ultimate weapon
just to come back and listen to this drivel. If I�m back to risk my neck for
the sake of a world full of cowards who can�t even say a name, then I want
statistics and the latest intelligence on Voldemort.� Harry said cutting her
off.

Dumbledore sighed, how had he changed
so much? �There is an Order Meeting tonight, and I�ll explain everything
then.�

Harry looked like he was going to argue
for a moment but frowned instead and nodded. �I can wait I
suppose.� Harry glanced over to the window. �Just what time is it here?�

Ron glanced at his wristwatch. �12:10 in
the afternoon.�

�Looks like I was right, too bad Connor
won�t get my letter until September. That leaves me with fifty minutes; I
suppose I can find something to do until then. Now, where am I staying until
school starts?� Harry asked.

Sirius smiled. �You�ll be staying with me
and Moony at Grimmauld
Place.�

�Sounds good, why don�t we head over now?
I�ve got to sort through my things and then I�m off to Diagon
Alley.� Harry suggested.

The adults all blinked. �Why do you need
to go to Diagon Alley?�

�I�ve an appointment with Mr. Ollivander every fortnight for the rest of the summer.�

Dumbledore frowned. �Why are you meeting
with Mr. Ollivander?�

�I can�t tell you that, it�s an Arcanum
secret. Headmaster Randolph
would have my head on a pike if I spoke about it to anyone. Not that it�s any
matter of yours, Diagon Alley is the safest place in Great Britain
as I recall. Unless Voldemort or you have found a way to circumvent an Anima
corona promitto, I doubt that there�s any
objection you could voice to what business I conduct within the boundaries of Diagon, Knockturn and Leisure
Alleys.� Harry said simply.

Snape sneered. �Have you forgotten who
exactly the adults are here, Mr. Potter? Not everyone will cater to your every
whim.�

�I�m not asking anyone to cater to my
whims I am demanding what is within my rights, Professor. You may not be
among the mass of people that believe I am their only hope of surviving this
War but the vast majority of the Wizarding World believes that I am the only
one who can save them. They are not the ones gambling with their life and I have
no obligation to save anyone, especially a world of fickle back stabbers. I may
have been Sorted in Gryffindor but that hardly means
that my first choice is to rush out and martyr myself.� Harry spat.

Snape flushed before baring his teeth,
ready to snap back at Harry. Dumbledore however intervened.

�Mr. Potter is correct, he is not a child
and will have as much privacy as is prudent. We will not ask what you do or
purchase within the Triad Alleys but at the least you should inform an Order
member of when you are planning on departing and returning from the Triad
Alleys.� Dumbledore said diplomatically.

Harry nodded. �That�s fine. Now, shall we
get going? I must arrive promptly for my appointment with Mr. Ollivander.�

Ten minutes later, Harry walked into Number
12 Grimmauld Place where he was immediately greeted
by Cassiopeia Black�s shrieks, �Half-blood spawn! Defiler of my Father�s
House...� Sirius looked both apologetic and furious as he and Remus wrestled to
close the curtains. Once the curtains had been wrestled shut, Sirius showed him
to a bedroom and connecting bath on the fourth floor which Harry examined with
some interest. The bathroom was decorated in dark blue. It had a loo, a sink with a vanity, a large mirror, a shower and a
whirlpool bathtub. The bedroom was done in rich mahogany and emerald green, and
the furniture consisted of a king-sized sleigh bed, an armoire, a bookcase,
desk and a small loveseat. After his inspection he began to ward the room with
his favorite Privacy Charms; Silencing spells, Anti-Eavesdropping charms, two
different Obscuring charms, Anti-Theft charms and an automated Cleaning and
Neatening charm. After he emptied out his trunk putting away his clothes, books
and scrolls away, he opted for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

It was in the privacy of his room that he
dared to remove the various Concealing charms that hid the presence of the
Living Metal. He had been receiving injections of the Living Metal by Ollivander since March and he was now approaching the end
of the regime. The procedure was dangerous to say the least, but the odds of
surviving the procedure were about the same as the odds of surviving a Chimera
attack in the wilderness. Today was a special day indeed, it was time to set
the Focus Gemstones which meant that after the last injection today, he would
have successfully finished the procedure and lived to tell of it. Harry glanced
down at his wrists where the only visible manifestation of the Living Metal
appeared in the form of two silver-gold bracelets. The bracelets were plain but
they were studded with what might be taken as gemstones but upon closer
inspection, were actually thumbnail sized doses of various Potions. The left
bracelet was filled with different Potions but the right bracelet was filled
with fifteen of the exact same kind of crimson Potion.

Harry felt a familiar rush of heat through
his veins as he watched one of the crimson vials empty as it drained into his
bloodstream. Barely a span of a heartbeat passed before the vial was quickly filled
with more of the same Potion, thanks to a clever Renewing Charm he�d cast on
the thumbnail sized vials. He made a large supply of the Potions he wore in his
bracelets and spelled the various ten-gallon tanks to automatically refill the
thumbnail vials whenever they were emptied. After the Potion spread through his
bloodstream Harry finished toweling off and pulled on the clothes he�d set on
his bed, white silk boxers, soft white calfskin breeches and a long-sleeved
shirt made of white spidersilk. After he pulled on
his black dragonhide boots, which reached up to his
mid-thigh, he cast a spell to braid his hair and checked his appearance in the
mirror as he re-cast his Concealing Charms.

Nodding in satisfaction, Harry grabbed his
wands and tucked them into their hidden holsters. Two wands went into the
holsters in his boots, a third went into a side holster in the waistband of his
breeches and his first primary wand went into a holster up his right sleeve.
That done, Harry headed downstairs to where everyone was to gather.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

In the drawing
room on the first floor, Sirius and Remus were talking with several of the
Order members who were all speculating about the odd changes in Harry�s
attitude. There was no doubt that he had grown and from the reports the Arcanum
Headmaster had sent, he was excelling at a rapid pace top of his class in all
his subjects. While he might have grown mentally and magically, the adults were
worried about his emotional growth or possibly the lack thereof. He had been
fairly cold, blunt and sarcastic which he had not been before he had
left for Arcanum. If anything his old secretive nature was a mere shadow
compared to how he behaved and spoke now. Everyone was talking about the
changes and muttering darkly about what the changes could lead to.

At the other side of the room, the
students and Harry�s friends were also in a deep conversation all worried about
Harry�s sudden distancing from them. Ron and Hermione both were experiencing a
mixture of regret and wistful at the loss of their friend, there was no doubt
that the trio would never be the same. Ginny on the other hand was in a state
of bewilderment, how had Harry changed from the shy, modest boy into this cold,
domineering man? What had Arcanum done to him? Neville, Seamus and Dean who had
all just arrived fifteen minutes ago were trying to piece together what they�d
heard about Harry so far. Could he have really changed that much in two years?

The doors opened and abruptly the
conversations halted as Harry strode confidently into the room. For a moment
there was a minute of gaping and staring before the adults got their
expressions back under control.

Harry smiled coolly. �Is everyone prepared
to go?�

Dean gaped, eyes wide. �Harry?�

�Unless there�s someone else walking
around with an Avada Kedavra
curse scar, I do believe I am indeed Harry James Potter.� Harry said with
slight amusement.

Neville blinked. �You look great! It�s
been so long since we�ve seen you.�

�Likewise and as much as I�d like to catch
up, I can�t be late for my appointment with Mr. Ollivander.
We can talk after my appointment; no doubt everyone�s curious about how my life
has been the last two years.� Harry said a bit more kindly.

Sirius stepped forward. �Floo or Portkey?�

Harry raised his eyebrows. �How about Apparition?�

�When did you learn Apparition?� Hermione
demanded.

�I learned the theory about a day after I
arrived and had it mastered by mid November. There�s really no better
motivation than being forced to undergo an Auror�s
Trial, if that doesn�t motivate a person to learn to Apparate
nothing will.� Harry explained sharply.

Tonks blanched. �I was twenty when I took my Auror�s Trial, are they insane?!�

Harry smiled in commiseration. �Yes well
it couldn�t have been as bad as mine. We were tested weekly in the
wilderness, at least eight kilometers from the school and we had to make it
back to the school by sunset. There�s nothing like fleeing for your life from graphorns and tebos for the first
kilometer, climbing down a quarter kilometer cliff face and fording a raging
river. Then once you climb onto dry land you�re forced to duel your Professors,
infiltrate an underground fortress, capture a magical beast of some sort, evade
the security patrols and make your way back to the school before the escape
timer runs out. Yes that certainly was a motivation to master Apparition, and I
got tired of spending the night in the Infirmary. After I learned to Apparate, I managed to cut down my Trial run to about four
hours which was among the fastest times.�

�You did that on a weekly basis the
entire time you were at Arcanum?� Sirius exclaimed horrified.

Harry shrugged. �Who needs a Dueling or
Combat class when you�ve got to run that once a week?�

Remus frowned. �Isn�t that...dangerous?�

�The Graphorns
and Tebos are trained not to do too much damage and
the teachers stop cursing you once you can�t get up. There are Cushioning
Charms under the cliff and Merpeople to keep you from
drowning in the river. After you�ve either been hurt too badly to continue or
you�re cursed too badly to be countered, then it�s up to the House-elves to
rush you off to the Infirmary to be healed or counter-cursed.�

Seamus winced. �When do you fall under
�hurt too badly to continue�? A broken bone?�

�A broken leg, a concussion, two broken
arms, hands or wrists, a stab wound deeper than an inch in your back, torso or
leg, being under the Crucio for more than two minutes
or having it cast on you more than three times.� Harry listed.

Everyone gasped as one. �They cast Unforgiveables?�

Harry shrugged. �Well it would hardly be
realistic without them, don�t you think? They can cast Imperio
or Crucio but they aren�t allowed to cast real
Killing Curses, they use illusions. However if you get hit with one of those
you get the breath knocked out of you.�

�Hmm, they might be doing something right
at that school.� Moody said thoughtfully.

Harry glanced at the clock on the
mantelpiece. �We really need to get going.�

Remus nodded. �Molly and Hestia will Floo ahead of the other students with Tonks
bringing up the rear. Moody and Kingsley will Apparate
ahead of us to the Apparition Point and then you, Sirius and I will Apparate after them.�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Diagon Alley, London,
GB

Monday July 14, 1997

1:05 PM

Harry walked calmly through the archway
leading into Diagon Alley; it had been more than two
years since he had last been here. Everything looked exactly the same except
for the additional security from both sides; Diagon
Alley and the other two Alleys were the only neutral location in all of Great Britain.
Through a month of negotiation they had reached that decision and it was the
only safe place really in the entire country. Whispers spread as he walked to Gringotts and soon enough he felt eyes watching him.
Glancing around the Alley Harry saw several Death Eaters watching him
speculatively. Harry ignored it all though as he went to his Vault to retrieve
money, his Godfather and Remus hovering around him protectively alert for the
slightest hint of trouble.

When they emerged Lucius Malfoy and Walden
Macnair were waiting for them. Sirius and Remus moved
in front of him, no doubt thinking to shield him but Harry gently pushed them
aside. Both men were dressed in custom tailored black and silver robes, Malfoy
had his snake cane with him.

�Malfoy and Macnair
what are you doing here? I would have thought you�d be with Voldemort planning
the fifth attempt on my life, not that it will succeed mind you but I�m sure
you�re all quite capable of deluding yourselves into thinking it will.� Harry said
tauntingly.

Malfoy�s eyes flashed with anger. �You�ll get
yours yet Potter!�

Harry yawned, �You must be losing your
verbal sparring skills Malfoy; have you been taking lessons from Draco? You�re
positively boring these days.�

�You insolent brat!� Lucius hissed, drawing out his wand.

Harry didn�t bat an eye, �I wouldn�t do
that if I was you Malfoy, the consequences of breaking the Anima corona promitto are quite unpleasant from what I�ve read and
you Malfoys are as vain as peacocks.�

Macnair glared at Harry as he set his hand on Lucius�s wand arm. �Don�t Lucius, not here anyways.�

A sudden coldness swept through Diagon Alley and Harry instantly looked away from Malfoy,
knowing without a doubt what was causing the sudden chill. Not a minute later,
floating black robed figures glided into view. In front of the normal clad
Dementors was a silver-robed one the Dementor Lord, as Harry recalled from his
texts. Dementors were wizards who through the practice of Dark Magic or Dark
Necromancy attempted to Transcend into Lichs, who
were Dark Undead Wizards. Very few, namely one in ten thousand actually managed
to become Lichs, the rest either became Dementors, Banshees or Ghosts. No
doubt Slytherin�s Ghost the Bloody Baron had attempted and failed the
Transcendence. The Dementor Lord was the one in charge of looking after the
collective interest of the Dementors, he was the
Dementor who had been closest to Transcending and thus the one who retained the
most of his humanity and mind.

The Wizards and Witches in the Alley,
moved away from the Dementors shivering as the cold sunk into their bones.
Sirius was breathing harshly, Remus attempting to move him from his sudden
stupor. Harry silently moved past the two Death Eaters and calmly approached
the Dementor Lord.

�As I recall, Dementors were not allowed
within the confines of the Triad of Alleys.� Harry said in the Necromancer�s
can�t, which was a kind of deep guttural hiss if one could imagine that.

The Dementor Lord chuckled which came out
as a deep rattle. �We are not allowed to partake in the souls here within the
Alley otherwise we may come and go as we desire to. You are well-learned I see
but then, I can feel your power. You have been practicing theLight
Necromancy have you not?�

�Perhaps,� Harry replied secretively. �You
are allied with my enemy so I would hardly give you an honest answer now would
I?�

�You may not answer but,� The Dementor
Lord raised a cold, gray hand and brushed his fingertips along Harry�s
collarbone, up to his cheekbone. �A Necromancer always recognizes another
whether one practices the Light or the Dark Necromancy...or both.�

Harry leaned forward, �And a Necromancer
always keeps his silence.�

�Of course young Necromancer, there are
few enough of our kind left in these times, may you have a good Summoning.� The
Dementor Lord said caressing Harry�s cheek one final time before moving back
and vanishing in a cold gray mist, his fellows also disappearing.

The moment they were gone, Harry took out
his wand and conjured a mirror. Lifting up the hand mirror, he saw that he had
dark gray marks on his skin from the Dementor Lord�s touch. Had he been anyone
but a Necromancer, the Dementor Lord�s touch would have either burned him or
made him unbelievably ill. All it had done however was temporarily stain his skin for a few days; it would wash away after a
time rather like ink or marker.

�Harry, are you alright? You aren�t hurt?�
Sirius asked immediately at his side, gazing at the marks with shock.

�I�m fine.� Harry replied.

Remus glanced at Harry confused. �Were
you...talking to it?�

�Hmm? Yes, I suppose that we were talking a bit
weren�t we?� Harry said absently. �He was an interesting personage to say the
least. Anyway, I�m going to go to Ollivanders. I�ll
meet you both at Fortescue�s at three o�clock okay?�

�Right.� Sirius said still staring at him. Harry
barely spared a glance around the empty walkway as he headed over to Ollivanders.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

�Ah, Mr. Potter
you are prompt, I see. I have everything waiting in the back room.� Mr. Ollivander said as he temporarily closed the shop.

Harry nodded as he walked into the back
room. The backroom was littered in wood, core material and tools. Harry glanced
around the room with interest before taking a seat at a workbench, studying the
machinery. Ollivander entered, two large trunks
floating behind him. Ollivander opened the lid of the
first trunk and removed four bottles the size of wine bottles. They all
contained a glowing, metallic looking substance two where gold and two were
silver. Setting the bottles down on the workbench next to Harry he reached back
into the trunk to pull out a box the size of a jewelry case, when he opened it,
Harry saw two vials filled with clear liquid resting in the box.

Ollivander motioned for Harry to get up. �Open the other
trunk and take out whatever gemstone feels right to you.�

Harry got up and did as he was told and
nearly gaped when he opened the trunk. Gemstones the size of his fist were
piled haphazardly in the trunk nearly spilling out, there were so many! Ollivander gave him a pointed look and Harry did as he was
instructed taking out a gemstone holding it for a moment before discarding it
and setting it on the ground. He set aside fiery rubies, dark sapphires,
sparkling diamonds and luminous opals. The pile grew as he discarded emeralds,
amethysts, topaz, garnets, citrines and pearls. Finally there was only one
stone left a silvery stone with flecks of gold.

Harry picked up the stones and brought it
back to Ollivander. �Then this would be the one.�

Ollivander accepted it, eyes glowing. �How exciting! I�ve never heard of anyone needing this
particular stone! This will be interesting yes, very interesting indeed. Take
off your shirt and sit.�

Ollivander walked back to the first trunk and
removed what looked like a large syringe and a silver bowl. Taking a book off a
shelf, he quickly read something over before mixing the liquids into the bowl.
He poured a generous amount of the silver liquid, adding just a splash of the
gold. Then he mixed the liquid until it was metallic silver with just the
faintest hint of gold. Taking hold of the bowl filled with the Living Metal and
the syringe he walked back to Harry. Harry held the bowl as Ollivander
emptied the clear vials into the syringe.

�I�ll need to inject the Stabilizer into
you, it is not painful but you will feel a burning sensation as it spreads
through your body.� Ollivander explained before
injecting the dose directly into Harry�s spine.

Harry didn�t even twitch and he felt a
pleasant warmth flow through his body. After another ten minutes Ollivander filled the syringe with the Living Metal
injected a dose into each of Harry�s arms and legs, one into his neck and the
last above his navel. It was a strange sensation and after a few minutes a
tingling sensation formed in his palms and on his earlobes. Before he could ask
what was going on, he felt heat pulsing through his palm and the edge of his
earlobes. Then in front of his very eyes the Living Metal pooled to the surface
of his skin, forming a strange glove with an unset gem carrier on his palm.

The �glove� consisted of two �rings� on
his fingers and thumbs which were connected by braided threads to anchor the
circular gem carrier on the palm of his hand. The circular gem carrier was in
turn anchored to his bracelet by thicker braided threads. Looking at the back
of his hand, Harry saw that thinner braided threads from the rings also ran on
the back of his hand anchoring onto the bracelet so that the metal would not
move. Reaching up to his ear, he felt earrings in his ears the largest the size
of his thumbnail and the smallest the size of a newborn�s fingernail. The metal
in his �gloves� moved once before it stilled, becoming a permanent attachment
to his body, just like the bracelets.

Ollivander nodded slowly. �Pick up the stone with
both hands and the Living Metal will absorb it just before it goes back to
sleep.�

Harry did as he was told and was surprised
to feel the stone heating up before being absorbed by the Living Metal. A flash
of light blinded him momentarily and when he could see again the stone was now
perfectly cut and set in the center of his palms and he touched his ears, the
once empty earrings were now filled.

�I�m going to guess that since I�m still
alive, the procedure went as it was supposed to?� Harry asked as he put his
shirt back on.

Ollivander began to put things away. �Wizards first
used the Talismans to anchor the amount of power they were able to use. It�s
been two thousand years since any Wizard needed to use a set and you of course,
are always the surprise. No one has ever needed a Starlight Diamond as a Focus
Gem.�

Harry gaped, he knew very well that
Starlight Diamonds were the rarest Magical Stone on the planet and that only
three had ever been mined. �What does this mean exactly?� Harry asked after
regaining his composure.

�The stone will act as your Focus point;
no one can ever remove the stone from you as the stone and metal are now a part
of you. You will always be able to attack or defend as the situation warrants
and the power at your disposal is much greater than anything a regular Wizard
or Witch could command with a wand. There isn�t anything you won�t be able to
cast, it�s just a matter of learning the incantations, do not be surprised if
you master even the most complicated spells on the first try.� Ollivander said looking pleased.

Harry took out a moke-skin
bag filled with a thousand Galleons and set it on the workbench, then he recast the Concealing charms covering his ears and
extending them to cover his arms from the elbow down to his fingertips. �The
payment as usual, same time next week?�

�Yes, be especially careful when Casting,
it will take a while for you to adjust to the power.� Ollivander
said as he walked Harry back to the door of the shop. Just before they he was
about to leave, Ollivander leaned over and whispered
in Harry�s ear. �You will be ready for the second stone by the end of August.�

Harry smiled a real genuine smile, the man
really was aware of things. �I�ll be careful. By the way, this is untraceable
correct?�

�Yes.�

�Perfect, thank you Mr. Ollivander, your family is indeed the best wandmakers in the world.� Harry said with a bow as he swept
out of the shop.

Ollivander watched as Harry walked away. �What times
come that a Caster would need two stones?�

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Harry met the
others for a sundae brushing off their attempts at questioning him. After that
Harry stopped by Flourish and Blotts and the
Apothecary always aware of the eyes that followed him. He spent the rest of the
trip in a preoccupied daze thinking about the number
of secrets he was carrying. Headmaster Randolph and Ollivander
knew about the Living Metal procedure, only four people knew about his
schooling in Necromancy and the only one who knew about his Transformation was
Professor Dumont the Potion Master from Arcanum. Then there was his darkest,
most highly prized secret that no one living was aware of and as far as Harry
was concerned no one needed to learn it, ever.

After Harry had finished picking up the
more vital supplies, they returned to Grimmauld Place. Absently
Harry excused himself and locked himself in his bedroom. He had too many
secrets and not enough guaranteed privacy where he could possibly hope to keep
all of them. The most important secrets to keep however were the one no one
living knew of and the Living Metal. Harry had long ago accepted that someone
would find out about his Transformation and Light Necromancy was not
illegal and thus not something that needed to be kept secret. However there
were few if any Light Necromancers alive and practicing and Harry did not want
to be hounded to do Summonings so it was better left
a secret until it was unavoidable. Harry closed the curtains in front of his
windows and enforced the Privacy Charms on his room before slipping off his
shirt. Harry looked at himself in the mirror as he removed first his Concealing
Charms, the silvery-gold metal contrasted against his tanned skin and the
Starlight Diamond gleamed. Tracing the cool metal, Harry reveled in the sense
of power that was literally at his fingertips.

Harry watched himself in the mirror as he
initiated the Transformation, heat spread through his back and he could feel
muscles forming and bulging as his back, shoulders and chest tingled. Pain
erupted from his back and chest for an agonizing moment as Harry felt his wings
rip out of his back. He staggered to his knees as large scaly black wings shot
out of his back, dripping blood on the ground and walls. The pain burned for a
few heartbeats before his body went into overdrive producing endorphins to
counter the pain. Concentrating Harry raised a hand and felt the energy for a
Cleaning Charm pool in his hand before it was released, cleaning away all the
blood spilled in the room and the blood clinging to his wings. Harry stretched
his wings this way and that for a few minutes after the pain faded away.

In February of last year he had started
transforming and fortunately his first Transformation had been in the presence
of his Potion Master who had also had some Mediwizard
schooling. Professor Dumont had cleaned him up and dosed him with a multitude
of various Potions to help deal with the various aches and pains, blood loss,
physical exhaustion and a few different Healing Potions to help his body cope
with the new appendages and muscle tissue. Over the next two months Dumont had developed a Potion that took care of all the
resulting changes due to the Transformations and in a way strengthened his
fragile wings. The Invictus Potion was a fairly long lasting Potion that
perfectly took care of all the symptoms of the Transformation well before the
Transformation even took place. Things especially progressed better as the
Living Metal became a key part of him. Every six hours the Invictus
Potion was automatically distributed directly to his body through the Potion
bracelets. As long as he Transformed once a day it was
his secret to keep for however long he desired to keep it thus. Yawning, Harry
sprawled onto his bed lying on his stomach; he would take a short nap as it was
going to be a long night.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

(1) Anima
corona promitto- literally Soul Circle Promise.
During the negotiations regarding the Triad of Alleys Voldemort, Dumbledore and
a representative of the International Confederation of Wizards swore the oath
that none of their respective followers/employees/members can physically or
magically harm or kidnap anyone within the Alleys. Anyone who breaks the promitto can expect to be cursed for life with an
unknown but supposedly disfiguring curse.

-SheWolfe7 (1/28/05)
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