When Harry Potter's name was called from the Goblet of Fire, they didn't expect who came. The Master Driver, his wives, and his daugher, all fresh off taking a Breather
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Chapter 1
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Hermione watched as Professor Dumbledore caught the fourth piece of paper from the Goblet of Fire. Catching it, he lifted it to his half moon spectacles, examining it carefully.
"Harry Potter?" He said, sounding quite confused, which Hermione couldn't blame him for. Harry Potter had never come to Hogwarts, not even in times where the Boy Who Lived would be well appreciated.
An explosion of fire came from the Goblet, forcing Dumbledore to leap away startled, before forming into a group of people unconscious on the floor of the Great Hall, including, startlingly, a giant white tiger. One of them groaned, then sat up. A man in his late forties or early fifties, with messy black hair, a small goatee and a single green eye, the other clenched shut with a scar over it wearing a grey and red sleeveless coat.
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Harry's eye flickered around the room as he sat up, feeling his back protest rather strongly. Groaning, his eye scanned the area, leaving him to stop dead as his eyes landed on people he hadn't seen in… So long.
Staggering to his feet, Harry rushed to Mythra and Pyra's sides, lifting them both up and pulling them into a hug, wishing Nia was close enough for him to pull her into one too. Pyra was the first to stir, eyes flickering open to stare up at him, "Harry? Did, it- did it work? Why- you've gotten old."
Harry let out a self deprecating laugh, jostling Mythra awake as he did so, "Yeah, it... It took longer than we expected to get everything going and I went and grew old on you three."
"Mhh," Mythra opened her eyes at that, "Well, at least you aged gracefully, I don't see any gray hairs."
Nia groaned and sat up, her eyes landing on them and rushed over to join the hug. She reached up, hand disappearing into the darkness of his left side and cupping his face, thumb running over the scar over his eye, "What happened?"
"Lost it fightin' Alpha," Harry said.
"Do you want me to fix it?"
"Maybe later," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of the three as a voice groaned from the left and he stood up, taking Pyra by the hand and walking over to Glimmer, "See, Kiddo, what'd I say? Just taking a breather."
"Harry?" Glimmer said, her dark red hair still in the high ponytail, "Does that mean... They did it?"
"Aye, looks like," Harry said, planting a hand on her head, "listen, I need to tell you something. There was no good time to say it while we were fighting Alpha, but... I'm-"
"-my father. Linka told me, after everything. I'll admit, I was sparking pissed, but I get it. Made a lot more of your behavior make sense, in hindsight."
"Right, well... This is Pyra, she's your mother," Harry said, quite lamely, honestly.
Glimmer stared at Pyra for a minute, especially as Pyrrha spread her arms, before finally sighing and allowing herself to be enveloped in a hug. Harry awkwardly glanced towards Mythra and Nia, before finally deciding to take in his surroundings.
Probably one of the first things he should have done, honestly, but he had been busy having a far overdue family reunion.
They were in a large castle hall that seemed to open up to the night sky, where it was raining, but no rain fell on them. Staring at them were hundreds of kids, sure, some of them were older than he was when they went looking for Elysium, but he had already been working for years by that point.
Most of them wore black robes, though a few wore red with fur cloaks or blue. Landing on the old man standing in front of him, he sized him up as the man did the same.
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Albus watched the (apparent) family reunion carefully, not intervening until the man stood up, gesturing for the teachers to do the same. He was a large man, muscular and talp, with messy black hair and a scar over his left eye, his other, open one an emerald green.
Good lord, it looked like he was staring at Fleamont Potter. But that wasn't possible, so who was-?
Albus's eyes landed on a faded scar on the man's forehead, heart stopping as he realized it was shaped like a lightning bolt. That wasn't possible...
"Sorry about that," the man said, "Didn't mean to ignore you, but that reunion was a long time coming.
"No, no, I understand completely," Albus said politely as his mind raced, "to be reunited with loved ones after a while is blissful."
"You can say that again," the man agreed, holding out his hand, "Harry."
It actually was him, wasn't it? But how? And why?
"Albus Dumbledore," Albus said, taking the hand and shaking it, "Is your last name Potter by any chance?"
"How'd you know?" Harry asked.
"Intuition," Dumbledore said, "and may I ask the identities of the girls behind you?"
"Ah, right," Harry gestured to the woman with animal ears, "This is my wife, Nia."
"But I thought-" Albus started, before trailing off as Harry continued, gesturing the the blonde.
"My wife Mythra."
"Ah," Albus said, understanding dawning. Well, at least whatever had happened, however this insanity had been born, Harry had been loved.
"My wife Pyra and our daughter Glimmer," Harry finished, "now, if you don't mind me asking, where are we?"
"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Albus said.
"Never heard of it," Harry said, before shrugging, "not that that's surprising, given things. So why are we here?"
Given things? Whatever did that mean?
"Your name was just selected for the Triwizard Tournament," Albus explained, "it's an interschool contest. We don't know how your name came out or why, it just happened and then you all appeared."
"Bit old for schooling, I'd say," Harry said. Well if that wasn't true...
"Unfortunately," Barty Crouch said, stepping up, and looking just as confused as Albus felt, "this leaves us in a bind. Being chosen for the Triwizard Tournament represents a binding magical contract. You must compete, Mr. Potter."
"Well if that isn't just my luck," Harry said with a shrug, "How's this tournament work?"
"There will be three tasks, set throughout the school year. We can't tell you what they entail."
"Bloody Hell," Nia sighed.
"Hmm, I'll do it on one condition," Harry said.
"You don't have a choice, Mr. Potter," Barty said, "the goblet will cause excruciating pain if you don't participate."
"That said," Albus cut Barty off, "So long as it's within reason, we can try it."
"Try to find my friends, family, really? I'm sure they're somewhere around here."
"That's reasonable," Albus nodded, "can you give us a description of them?"
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"Harry Potter?" He said, sounding quite confused, which Hermione couldn't blame him for. Harry Potter had never come to Hogwarts, not even in times where the Boy Who Lived would be well appreciated.
An explosion of fire came from the Goblet, forcing Dumbledore to leap away startled, before forming into a group of people unconscious on the floor of the Great Hall, including, startlingly, a giant white tiger. One of them groaned, then sat up. A man in his late forties or early fifties, with messy black hair, a small goatee and a single green eye, the other clenched shut with a scar over it wearing a grey and red sleeveless coat.
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Harry's eye flickered around the room as he sat up, feeling his back protest rather strongly. Groaning, his eye scanned the area, leaving him to stop dead as his eyes landed on people he hadn't seen in… So long.
Staggering to his feet, Harry rushed to Mythra and Pyra's sides, lifting them both up and pulling them into a hug, wishing Nia was close enough for him to pull her into one too. Pyra was the first to stir, eyes flickering open to stare up at him, "Harry? Did, it- did it work? Why- you've gotten old."
Harry let out a self deprecating laugh, jostling Mythra awake as he did so, "Yeah, it... It took longer than we expected to get everything going and I went and grew old on you three."
"Mhh," Mythra opened her eyes at that, "Well, at least you aged gracefully, I don't see any gray hairs."
Nia groaned and sat up, her eyes landing on them and rushed over to join the hug. She reached up, hand disappearing into the darkness of his left side and cupping his face, thumb running over the scar over his eye, "What happened?"
"Lost it fightin' Alpha," Harry said.
"Do you want me to fix it?"
"Maybe later," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of the three as a voice groaned from the left and he stood up, taking Pyra by the hand and walking over to Glimmer, "See, Kiddo, what'd I say? Just taking a breather."
"Harry?" Glimmer said, her dark red hair still in the high ponytail, "Does that mean... They did it?"
"Aye, looks like," Harry said, planting a hand on her head, "listen, I need to tell you something. There was no good time to say it while we were fighting Alpha, but... I'm-"
"-my father. Linka told me, after everything. I'll admit, I was sparking pissed, but I get it. Made a lot more of your behavior make sense, in hindsight."
"Right, well... This is Pyra, she's your mother," Harry said, quite lamely, honestly.
Glimmer stared at Pyra for a minute, especially as Pyrrha spread her arms, before finally sighing and allowing herself to be enveloped in a hug. Harry awkwardly glanced towards Mythra and Nia, before finally deciding to take in his surroundings.
Probably one of the first things he should have done, honestly, but he had been busy having a far overdue family reunion.
They were in a large castle hall that seemed to open up to the night sky, where it was raining, but no rain fell on them. Staring at them were hundreds of kids, sure, some of them were older than he was when they went looking for Elysium, but he had already been working for years by that point.
Most of them wore black robes, though a few wore red with fur cloaks or blue. Landing on the old man standing in front of him, he sized him up as the man did the same.
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Albus watched the (apparent) family reunion carefully, not intervening until the man stood up, gesturing for the teachers to do the same. He was a large man, muscular and talp, with messy black hair and a scar over his left eye, his other, open one an emerald green.
Good lord, it looked like he was staring at Fleamont Potter. But that wasn't possible, so who was-?
Albus's eyes landed on a faded scar on the man's forehead, heart stopping as he realized it was shaped like a lightning bolt. That wasn't possible...
"Sorry about that," the man said, "Didn't mean to ignore you, but that reunion was a long time coming.
"No, no, I understand completely," Albus said politely as his mind raced, "to be reunited with loved ones after a while is blissful."
"You can say that again," the man agreed, holding out his hand, "Harry."
It actually was him, wasn't it? But how? And why?
"Albus Dumbledore," Albus said, taking the hand and shaking it, "Is your last name Potter by any chance?"
"How'd you know?" Harry asked.
"Intuition," Dumbledore said, "and may I ask the identities of the girls behind you?"
"Ah, right," Harry gestured to the woman with animal ears, "This is my wife, Nia."
"But I thought-" Albus started, before trailing off as Harry continued, gesturing the the blonde.
"My wife Mythra."
"Ah," Albus said, understanding dawning. Well, at least whatever had happened, however this insanity had been born, Harry had been loved.
"My wife Pyra and our daughter Glimmer," Harry finished, "now, if you don't mind me asking, where are we?"
"Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry," Albus said.
"Never heard of it," Harry said, before shrugging, "not that that's surprising, given things. So why are we here?"
Given things? Whatever did that mean?
"Your name was just selected for the Triwizard Tournament," Albus explained, "it's an interschool contest. We don't know how your name came out or why, it just happened and then you all appeared."
"Bit old for schooling, I'd say," Harry said. Well if that wasn't true...
"Unfortunately," Barty Crouch said, stepping up, and looking just as confused as Albus felt, "this leaves us in a bind. Being chosen for the Triwizard Tournament represents a binding magical contract. You must compete, Mr. Potter."
"Well if that isn't just my luck," Harry said with a shrug, "How's this tournament work?"
"There will be three tasks, set throughout the school year. We can't tell you what they entail."
"Bloody Hell," Nia sighed.
"Hmm, I'll do it on one condition," Harry said.
"You don't have a choice, Mr. Potter," Barty said, "the goblet will cause excruciating pain if you don't participate."
"That said," Albus cut Barty off, "So long as it's within reason, we can try it."
"Try to find my friends, family, really? I'm sure they're somewhere around here."
"That's reasonable," Albus nodded, "can you give us a description of them?"
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Ah, XC3 one of my favourite Games, just a Heads up, Have you looked at Aionios Moments? Because one of the things shown in it is that Sena was meant to be Brighid's Daughter before they moved her design away from Brighid and Morag
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Is that the recent art book with lots of lore tucked inside it?
yep, stuff like Origin metal, Who Lucky SEVEN actually is and that Malos's Crystal is still intact
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
I think it's more surprising that she isn't Brighid's daughter, honestly. She has a nostalgia outfit based off Brighid, she's got hair like Brighid. Honestly the only thing pointing away from it was that, unlike Mio and Glimmer, who have identical Core Crystals their mothers, Sena has a different Core Crystal than Brighid.
Yeah, Her Original Designs had a Matching Flame Shaped Crystal and the Horned Side Buns, then they seemed to decide Mio was enough for Main Characters who were clear Relations to the Past Main Casts, they also revealed Dirk actually had more of an Indolian Design as the base jossing the idea he's Mythra's Child, and turns out Mio was meant to be a Dodge Tank from the Start with her OG weapon being a Pole arm
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
The big problem I have with the book is that it implies Shulk and Rex only incarnated in Aionios shortly before Future Redeemed, when the game implies they've been around for a while.
I'm splitting the difference and saying they were around for a long while, but aged at a much, much slower pace.
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Well this should be an interesting story. I wonder how Harry ended up in Alrest and gaining the ladies he has now. May we please have more good sir?🥺
Chapter 2
ThatOnePsycho
Tilting his Vanes and Ennobling His Spires
Nia walked hand in hand with Mythra, Harry doing the same with Pyra, who's other hand was interlaced with Glimmer's. Not that Nia blamed her wife for that. She'd be doing the same with Mio if she were here. That thought caused her ears to droop slightly. She knew why Mio wasn't here, and couldn't blame her for that, but the fact that she held no real place in her own daughter's heart stung.
And she was sure the same would be true for Harry. He had been ecstatic when she announced her pregnancy, the first of the three, and had doted on little Mio relentlessly. As he had pointed out, he hadn't had a family beyond Azurda that he could remember.
They stopped in a hallway, seemingly like any other in the giant castle, and the short man, Filius Flitwick, gestured to the left, "That will be your room, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. And yours will be on the right, Ms-"
"Rhodes," Glimmer finished for him quickly.
"Hm," Filius said, "Well, good night."
"Goodnight Filius," Harry said with a strained smile, before walking into the room without another word. Pyra stayed to hug Glimmer one last time with a quiet, "see you in the morning," Before joining Nia and Mythra to walk into their room.
Harry was leaning against a beauty cabinet, staring at himself in the built-in mirror. Ultimately, Pyra was the one to ask the question they all wanted to know the answer to, "How long?"
"I don't know," Harry said.
"Give us an estimate then," Mythra said, crossing her arms.
"I don't know, Mythra!" Harry snapped, before breathing in and sagging, "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. It's just... I don't know. Time passed differently in the "Endless Now", it wasn't really now, but the same... I don't know, forty, fifty years. And Linka and I, we didn't age right. She took enough cycles that I gave up counting to grow up, and me... I was aging, I could feel it in my bones, my muscles, my reaction times. And I started to forget things."
"What sort of things?" Nia asked as Pyrrha led him to the bed, sitting down next to him and cupping the scarred side of his face, finger running over the eye wound.
"Our anniversaries, Glimmer and Mio's birthdays, what your core crystals looked like, how the Aegis felt, the Firelight swords didn't have the same weight to them I know that, how the Catalyst Scimitar felt, and-"
"Well," Nia pulled her hand back before using it to lightly bonk the side of his head, "We're here now, you'll teel that again, and as for our core crystals-"
Nia pulled off her shirt.
"-You can see those any time, so don't go moping on us. Now lie back, this is gonna sting a little. Do you still have the eye or-?"
"Socket's empty," Harry said. Opening his eyelid to show the hole where his eye had been.
"...Then this'll be slightly more painful than I thought," Nia said, balling up her shirt.
"Oh, that painful?" Harry said, opening his mouth obediently so she could shove the makeshift gag in.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'd honestly be more sorry about you still missing an eye," Nia said, and then began to stimulate the cells.
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Glimmer walked into the Great Hall, seeing her parents already there and walking over to another table to eat. She wasn't deliberately snubbing them, she just needed time to think.
Because boy, was this more complicated than Harry, her dad, she reminded herself, was acting like it was. The first one was that she didn't sparking know how to deal with having parents. People from Agnus didn't have parents.
And on the flip side, why was she back to how she had been during the fight with Alpha? She had grown old, help found the new City and House Rhodes, and died. So why was she returneded to this state?
Glimmer looked over at Harry and the others, before glancing away as Nia caught her eye. Glancing away from the Queen of Agnus, Glimmer busied herself making her perfect breakfast platter.
Hearing skipping across the floor, Glimmer looked up to see a girl with big, bugged eyed blue eyes and dirty blonde hair staring at her and not blinking. Finally, she said, "Are you really Harry Potter's daughter?"
Glimmer carefully chewed her waffle, before swallowing and shrugging, "Yeah, I guess."
"Is it true he's been fighting the Rotfang Conspiracy?" The girl asked.
The what now?
"No," Glimmer said, slowly, "I'm pretty sure he hasn't, but you'd have to go ask him if he ever did."
Yeah, she didn't really know what Harry had done with his life. He had been closer to Linka than her, honestly.
"That's what Daddy says he's been doing," the girl continued, apparently undaunted by Glimmer's way of saying it, "That he was part of a special taskforce created by the Ministry to fight the Rotfang Conspiracy and vampires. That's why he didn't show up at Hogwarts, his part of the taskforce was a top government secret."
Then how would her father know about that? This girl just... Wasn't making sense, "Yeah, I don't think that's what happened."
"Mh," the girl hummed, "I mean, wouldn't using aging potions on him to be old enough to fight the vampires make sense for why he's so old? They do tend to run out of control if you use them too often."
"I guess? Listen, just go ask him if you're curious, he'll-"
"Well, he very well can't reveal he was part of this counter-conspiracy, could he?" The girl cut Glimmer off, "but unless you're part of it too, you can talk about it."
"Well, he's never talked about it with me, so you can only really get an answer from him," Glimmer said, feeling her irritation rising.
"Loony!" A boy snapped, walking over, "Are you bothering Miss Potter?"
"Rhodes," Glimmer corrected, quickly.
"Huh?"
"My name is Glimmer Rhodes," she said.
"But I thought..." the boy looked over at Harry.
"He's my dad, but we don't have the same last name," she said.
"Ah," he said, "Right, I'm Michael Corner, by the way. Is Loony bothering you?"
"Loony?" Glimmer asked curiously.
"A nickname we have for her, Luna Lovegood," he said.
"Doesn't sound like a very nice nickname," she said.
"She can be a bit much," Micheal said.
"You can say that again," Glimmer agreed tactfully.
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Harry took the Aegises, both red and gold, with strong but shaking hands. The hilts slid into familiar calluses, and he lifted them from Pyra and Mythra's hands. They were, as he expected, heavier than he remembered. He turned, facing Nia wielding Dromarch's Blade.
People were gathering, staring, mostly at Dromarch, Nia and him. They appeared to have just decided to ignore Pyra and Mythra for now.
...That reminded him, where was Glimmer? Ah, he should trust her to take care of herself but that wasn't easy, the dad in him wanted to make sure she was fine no matter what happened.
Harry's eye met Nia, and he grinned, "Ready to show these people a thing or three?"
"Why're you keeping your eye closed?" Nia asked, and Harry blinked, before opening his left eye.
"That's gonna take some getting used to," Harry said, planting Pyra's Aegis in the ground and rubbing his eye quickly before drawing the sword again. He had gotten used to the lack of depth perception. Hell, he had gotten used to wearing a monocle, not glasses.
"I bet," Mythra said, looking him over, "I'll admit, I lke the scar, makes you look very rugged."
"I just wish you hadn't bulked up so much," Pyrrha said, sounding dejected. Harry turned, kissing them both on the cheek one after another, before turning back to Nia.
"You want one too?" He said.
"Maybe I'll give you one," she said, grinning at him, "if you can beat me. Unlike you, I've fought in the last thousand years, Harry."
"With Dromarch's Blade?" Harry responded, "or with yourself? I'd bet we're both rusty with these weapons."
"Ohhh, really, you-!" Nia started, ears flattening before she laughed, "I missed this, Harry."
"Me too," Harry said, sincerely, smiling at Nia.
"You two really waited a long time, didn't you?" Mythra asked.
"It was different in Pneuma," Pyra explained, "We don't remember much."
"Well," Harry said with a laugh, "I can't say I don't envy you two that. The weight of memory makes the meat sluggish, I'd say."
"Well said, Mr. Potter," Harry turned to see Albus walking towards them, Glimmer and a man that dwarfed even Harry behind him, "Though I still do wonder how you know that."
"I'll tell you over some booze, sometime, maybe," Harry said, closing his left eye, "It's a...Very long story. You know the type. Boy meets girl, they go on an adventure with friends, forge unbreakable bonds along the way. The whole nine of it."
"Hmm, and which girl would it be that you met that started this journey, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Would you believe it if I said all three in the same day? It was one of those ones. Now, did you need something, Albus?"
"Oh, yes. I was wondering if you had a wand. Miss Rhodes said she didn't, and that she didn't think you did either, is that true?"
"A wand?" Harry said, "I'm a swordsman, more, so no."
"Well, then, I'd like you to go down to the Olivander's in Hogsmead and get one for each of you. That is, I assume, acceptable. A wand is required for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Right, then," Harry said, "and who's the big guy behind you?"
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures and keeper of keys and ground at Hogwarts, 'Arry," the man said, reaching out and shaking his hand, "I'll be guidin' ya through Hogsmead, maybe we can pick up a drink when it's all done?"
"I won't say no to a drink," Harry said.
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Hagrid would admit, he couldn't keep his eyes off the magnificent white tiger that was trudging alongside the cat eared girl. Suddenly, it turned its head to look at him and said, "Can I help you, Professor Hagrid? I can't help but notice your staring."
"Blimey!" Hagrid jumped back a step, "you can talk!?"
"Oh," the tiger said, "Is that surprising? My apologies, I didn't mean to surprise you, merely inquire. My name is Dromarch, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, he startled you good," Nia laughed.
"My lady," Dromarch warned.
"No, no, she's rig'. I probably looked as shocked as I feel," Hagrid laughed as they continued on their way.
"Please don't encourage her, Professor Hagrid, I have enough of that problem with Master Harry."
Harry just laughed, "Come on, now, Dromarch. Nia's wit is one of her more appealing traits."
"To you, indeed, but not so to others, I'd say. You two just love bickering."
"That's normal for them?" Glimmer asked.
"Quite, Lady Glimmer."
They stopped outside the storefront to Olivander's Hogsmead, stepping inside and seeing-
"Mister Olivander," Hagrid said, "what are you doin' here?"
"Oh, hello Rubeus," Garrick Olivander said politely, looking up from a large book and offering him one of his strange smiles, "I'm needed at the Weighing of the Wands next week, so I figured now was as good time as ever to do an audit of the Hogsmead branch. We haven't done one in twenty years. What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"
"These five," Hagrid waved his hand over them, "need wands."
"Hello, Mr. Olivander," Harry said, stepping up and offering his hand, "My name is Harry Potter-"
"Good Lord," Olivander said, eyes snapping up to the faded scar on his forehead, "You really are, aren't you? But… Why do you look so old, an accident with an aging potion perhaps?"
"Not that again," Glimmer sighed impatiently.
"Now, Glimmer, no need to be rude," Harry chided without any real heat.
"Sorry, I dealt with someone at the castle talking about that," Glimmer said, crossing her arms and shrugging.
"Harry, Glimmer... And what are your names, dears?" Olivander asked.
"Oh, I'm Pyra, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Olivander," Pyra said.
"Mythra," Mythra said.
"I'm Nia."
"Hmm, you aren't human, are you?"
"No, Gormotti."
"I've never heard of that species before," Olivander said, "Which, since the wandmaker licensing exam makes sure we know all the species denied access to wand magic, means I'm sure I can serve you. Come now, come now, first one, step up."
"I'll go first, I suppose," Harry said.
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Garrick reached backwards and grabbed a wand, looking over it carefully before offering it to Harry with spindly fingers, "Redwood and Unicorn hair, 9 inches, rather springy. Give it a wave."
"Unicorn, really?" Harry said, glancing at Mythra, who looked slightly troubled before shrugging. Whatever was that about?
Harry gripped the wand like a blade before slashing it through the air, causing the ledger between them to explode into fire. Garrick put it out with a flick of his wand, shaking his head.
"No," Garrick said, taking the wand back, "That's definitely not right. Let me see..."
He was a combative type, Garrick could tell that much. The scar across his closed eye, the way he held the wand...
"Cypress and Dragon Heartstring, 7 inches, rigid," Garrick said, and Harry started to wind up for another slash, only for Mythra to catch it and take the wand, Harry relinquishing it without a fight despite the grip he had held it in.
"Yeah, no," Mythra said, tossing the wand back to Garrick, who caught it in confusion, "unless you want the window behind us to explode."
A seer? And able to glance into the future so easily? That would make picking out a starting wand for her easier. Mythra pulled Harry towards her, Nia and Pyra. They had a quick, hurried conversation that Caused Harry's closed eye to fly open.
"You're close to these young ladies, I assume?"
Harry's head raked across all four, a softness coming to his face, before he turned back to Garrick, "They're my everything."
"Cedar and Dragon Heartstring, 13 and three quarters," Garrick said, handing the wand to Harry. Harry slashed out, Mythra not stopping him this time, and caused a light to glow at the tip of the wand. Garrick nodded, happy to have found a match as Harry stepped back.
"Ceder is a wood that picks wielders who are a good judge of character, Mr. Potter," Garrick said, "I hope it didn't pick wrong to see you are such."
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And she was sure the same would be true for Harry. He had been ecstatic when she announced her pregnancy, the first of the three, and had doted on little Mio relentlessly. As he had pointed out, he hadn't had a family beyond Azurda that he could remember.
They stopped in a hallway, seemingly like any other in the giant castle, and the short man, Filius Flitwick, gestured to the left, "That will be your room, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. And yours will be on the right, Ms-"
"Rhodes," Glimmer finished for him quickly.
"Hm," Filius said, "Well, good night."
"Goodnight Filius," Harry said with a strained smile, before walking into the room without another word. Pyra stayed to hug Glimmer one last time with a quiet, "see you in the morning," Before joining Nia and Mythra to walk into their room.
Harry was leaning against a beauty cabinet, staring at himself in the built-in mirror. Ultimately, Pyra was the one to ask the question they all wanted to know the answer to, "How long?"
"I don't know," Harry said.
"Give us an estimate then," Mythra said, crossing her arms.
"I don't know, Mythra!" Harry snapped, before breathing in and sagging, "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. It's just... I don't know. Time passed differently in the "Endless Now", it wasn't really now, but the same... I don't know, forty, fifty years. And Linka and I, we didn't age right. She took enough cycles that I gave up counting to grow up, and me... I was aging, I could feel it in my bones, my muscles, my reaction times. And I started to forget things."
"What sort of things?" Nia asked as Pyrrha led him to the bed, sitting down next to him and cupping the scarred side of his face, finger running over the eye wound.
"Our anniversaries, Glimmer and Mio's birthdays, what your core crystals looked like, how the Aegis felt, the Firelight swords didn't have the same weight to them I know that, how the Catalyst Scimitar felt, and-"
"Well," Nia pulled her hand back before using it to lightly bonk the side of his head, "We're here now, you'll teel that again, and as for our core crystals-"
Nia pulled off her shirt.
"-You can see those any time, so don't go moping on us. Now lie back, this is gonna sting a little. Do you still have the eye or-?"
"Socket's empty," Harry said. Opening his eyelid to show the hole where his eye had been.
"...Then this'll be slightly more painful than I thought," Nia said, balling up her shirt.
"Oh, that painful?" Harry said, opening his mouth obediently so she could shove the makeshift gag in.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'd honestly be more sorry about you still missing an eye," Nia said, and then began to stimulate the cells.
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Glimmer walked into the Great Hall, seeing her parents already there and walking over to another table to eat. She wasn't deliberately snubbing them, she just needed time to think.
Because boy, was this more complicated than Harry, her dad, she reminded herself, was acting like it was. The first one was that she didn't sparking know how to deal with having parents. People from Agnus didn't have parents.
And on the flip side, why was she back to how she had been during the fight with Alpha? She had grown old, help found the new City and House Rhodes, and died. So why was she returneded to this state?
Glimmer looked over at Harry and the others, before glancing away as Nia caught her eye. Glancing away from the Queen of Agnus, Glimmer busied herself making her perfect breakfast platter.
Hearing skipping across the floor, Glimmer looked up to see a girl with big, bugged eyed blue eyes and dirty blonde hair staring at her and not blinking. Finally, she said, "Are you really Harry Potter's daughter?"
Glimmer carefully chewed her waffle, before swallowing and shrugging, "Yeah, I guess."
"Is it true he's been fighting the Rotfang Conspiracy?" The girl asked.
The what now?
"No," Glimmer said, slowly, "I'm pretty sure he hasn't, but you'd have to go ask him if he ever did."
Yeah, she didn't really know what Harry had done with his life. He had been closer to Linka than her, honestly.
"That's what Daddy says he's been doing," the girl continued, apparently undaunted by Glimmer's way of saying it, "That he was part of a special taskforce created by the Ministry to fight the Rotfang Conspiracy and vampires. That's why he didn't show up at Hogwarts, his part of the taskforce was a top government secret."
Then how would her father know about that? This girl just... Wasn't making sense, "Yeah, I don't think that's what happened."
"Mh," the girl hummed, "I mean, wouldn't using aging potions on him to be old enough to fight the vampires make sense for why he's so old? They do tend to run out of control if you use them too often."
"I guess? Listen, just go ask him if you're curious, he'll-"
"Well, he very well can't reveal he was part of this counter-conspiracy, could he?" The girl cut Glimmer off, "but unless you're part of it too, you can talk about it."
"Well, he's never talked about it with me, so you can only really get an answer from him," Glimmer said, feeling her irritation rising.
"Loony!" A boy snapped, walking over, "Are you bothering Miss Potter?"
"Rhodes," Glimmer corrected, quickly.
"Huh?"
"My name is Glimmer Rhodes," she said.
"But I thought..." the boy looked over at Harry.
"He's my dad, but we don't have the same last name," she said.
"Ah," he said, "Right, I'm Michael Corner, by the way. Is Loony bothering you?"
"Loony?" Glimmer asked curiously.
"A nickname we have for her, Luna Lovegood," he said.
"Doesn't sound like a very nice nickname," she said.
"She can be a bit much," Micheal said.
"You can say that again," Glimmer agreed tactfully.
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Harry took the Aegises, both red and gold, with strong but shaking hands. The hilts slid into familiar calluses, and he lifted them from Pyra and Mythra's hands. They were, as he expected, heavier than he remembered. He turned, facing Nia wielding Dromarch's Blade.
People were gathering, staring, mostly at Dromarch, Nia and him. They appeared to have just decided to ignore Pyra and Mythra for now.
...That reminded him, where was Glimmer? Ah, he should trust her to take care of herself but that wasn't easy, the dad in him wanted to make sure she was fine no matter what happened.
Harry's eye met Nia, and he grinned, "Ready to show these people a thing or three?"
"Why're you keeping your eye closed?" Nia asked, and Harry blinked, before opening his left eye.
"That's gonna take some getting used to," Harry said, planting Pyra's Aegis in the ground and rubbing his eye quickly before drawing the sword again. He had gotten used to the lack of depth perception. Hell, he had gotten used to wearing a monocle, not glasses.
"I bet," Mythra said, looking him over, "I'll admit, I lke the scar, makes you look very rugged."
"I just wish you hadn't bulked up so much," Pyrrha said, sounding dejected. Harry turned, kissing them both on the cheek one after another, before turning back to Nia.
"You want one too?" He said.
"Maybe I'll give you one," she said, grinning at him, "if you can beat me. Unlike you, I've fought in the last thousand years, Harry."
"With Dromarch's Blade?" Harry responded, "or with yourself? I'd bet we're both rusty with these weapons."
"Ohhh, really, you-!" Nia started, ears flattening before she laughed, "I missed this, Harry."
"Me too," Harry said, sincerely, smiling at Nia.
"You two really waited a long time, didn't you?" Mythra asked.
"It was different in Pneuma," Pyra explained, "We don't remember much."
"Well," Harry said with a laugh, "I can't say I don't envy you two that. The weight of memory makes the meat sluggish, I'd say."
"Well said, Mr. Potter," Harry turned to see Albus walking towards them, Glimmer and a man that dwarfed even Harry behind him, "Though I still do wonder how you know that."
"I'll tell you over some booze, sometime, maybe," Harry said, closing his left eye, "It's a...Very long story. You know the type. Boy meets girl, they go on an adventure with friends, forge unbreakable bonds along the way. The whole nine of it."
"Hmm, and which girl would it be that you met that started this journey, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Would you believe it if I said all three in the same day? It was one of those ones. Now, did you need something, Albus?"
"Oh, yes. I was wondering if you had a wand. Miss Rhodes said she didn't, and that she didn't think you did either, is that true?"
"A wand?" Harry said, "I'm a swordsman, more, so no."
"Well, then, I'd like you to go down to the Olivander's in Hogsmead and get one for each of you. That is, I assume, acceptable. A wand is required for the Triwizard Tournament."
"Right, then," Harry said, "and who's the big guy behind you?"
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures and keeper of keys and ground at Hogwarts, 'Arry," the man said, reaching out and shaking his hand, "I'll be guidin' ya through Hogsmead, maybe we can pick up a drink when it's all done?"
"I won't say no to a drink," Harry said.
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Hagrid would admit, he couldn't keep his eyes off the magnificent white tiger that was trudging alongside the cat eared girl. Suddenly, it turned its head to look at him and said, "Can I help you, Professor Hagrid? I can't help but notice your staring."
"Blimey!" Hagrid jumped back a step, "you can talk!?"
"Oh," the tiger said, "Is that surprising? My apologies, I didn't mean to surprise you, merely inquire. My name is Dromarch, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, he startled you good," Nia laughed.
"My lady," Dromarch warned.
"No, no, she's rig'. I probably looked as shocked as I feel," Hagrid laughed as they continued on their way.
"Please don't encourage her, Professor Hagrid, I have enough of that problem with Master Harry."
Harry just laughed, "Come on, now, Dromarch. Nia's wit is one of her more appealing traits."
"To you, indeed, but not so to others, I'd say. You two just love bickering."
"That's normal for them?" Glimmer asked.
"Quite, Lady Glimmer."
They stopped outside the storefront to Olivander's Hogsmead, stepping inside and seeing-
"Mister Olivander," Hagrid said, "what are you doin' here?"
"Oh, hello Rubeus," Garrick Olivander said politely, looking up from a large book and offering him one of his strange smiles, "I'm needed at the Weighing of the Wands next week, so I figured now was as good time as ever to do an audit of the Hogsmead branch. We haven't done one in twenty years. What are you doing here, if you don't mind me asking?"
"These five," Hagrid waved his hand over them, "need wands."
"Hello, Mr. Olivander," Harry said, stepping up and offering his hand, "My name is Harry Potter-"
"Good Lord," Olivander said, eyes snapping up to the faded scar on his forehead, "You really are, aren't you? But… Why do you look so old, an accident with an aging potion perhaps?"
"Not that again," Glimmer sighed impatiently.
"Now, Glimmer, no need to be rude," Harry chided without any real heat.
"Sorry, I dealt with someone at the castle talking about that," Glimmer said, crossing her arms and shrugging.
"Harry, Glimmer... And what are your names, dears?" Olivander asked.
"Oh, I'm Pyra, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Olivander," Pyra said.
"Mythra," Mythra said.
"I'm Nia."
"Hmm, you aren't human, are you?"
"No, Gormotti."
"I've never heard of that species before," Olivander said, "Which, since the wandmaker licensing exam makes sure we know all the species denied access to wand magic, means I'm sure I can serve you. Come now, come now, first one, step up."
"I'll go first, I suppose," Harry said.
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Garrick reached backwards and grabbed a wand, looking over it carefully before offering it to Harry with spindly fingers, "Redwood and Unicorn hair, 9 inches, rather springy. Give it a wave."
"Unicorn, really?" Harry said, glancing at Mythra, who looked slightly troubled before shrugging. Whatever was that about?
Harry gripped the wand like a blade before slashing it through the air, causing the ledger between them to explode into fire. Garrick put it out with a flick of his wand, shaking his head.
"No," Garrick said, taking the wand back, "That's definitely not right. Let me see..."
He was a combative type, Garrick could tell that much. The scar across his closed eye, the way he held the wand...
"Cypress and Dragon Heartstring, 7 inches, rigid," Garrick said, and Harry started to wind up for another slash, only for Mythra to catch it and take the wand, Harry relinquishing it without a fight despite the grip he had held it in.
"Yeah, no," Mythra said, tossing the wand back to Garrick, who caught it in confusion, "unless you want the window behind us to explode."
A seer? And able to glance into the future so easily? That would make picking out a starting wand for her easier. Mythra pulled Harry towards her, Nia and Pyra. They had a quick, hurried conversation that Caused Harry's closed eye to fly open.
"You're close to these young ladies, I assume?"
Harry's head raked across all four, a softness coming to his face, before he turned back to Garrick, "They're my everything."
"Cedar and Dragon Heartstring, 13 and three quarters," Garrick said, handing the wand to Harry. Harry slashed out, Mythra not stopping him this time, and caused a light to glow at the tip of the wand. Garrick nodded, happy to have found a match as Harry stepped back.
"Ceder is a wood that picks wielders who are a good judge of character, Mr. Potter," Garrick said, "I hope it didn't pick wrong to see you are such."
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