Chapter 1: Walk like a Furyan

“Wake filinea, we have only a small amount of time before you move on.”

Harry’s eyes opened slowly and he rolled onto his back, a wide yawn erupted from his mouth as Harry sleepily looked around. His eyes landed on a woman in leather, her dark hair in braids that fell down her back with multi-colored beads adorning it. She smiled down at him from where she stood kneeling above him. Her smile made him feel warm and loved, as if she’d been waiting for him for a long time and he gave her a soft sleepy smile in return before he fully woke up, his brain coming online as his last memory flashed before his eyes. Hissing in shock, Harry jumped to his feet and snapped his wand up towards her, “Who are you?”

“Do not be afraid, filinea, I mean you no harm. I am Shirah, I have come to bear witness and to guide you on your next journey.” She stood slowly, the warm smile ever present as she clasped her hands together and looked him over. Her eyes traveled the length of Harry’s body and then back up again, she nodded her head as if she’d found what she was looking for and then spoke. “Your arrival was decided by fate long ago, told to me in a waking dream as I witnessed the fall of my race. The promise of your arrival, of the avenging of our people, was foretold on the last day of Furya’s reign.”

“I… I don’t understand.” Harry frowned.

As he spoke the hazy fog that surrounded them faded away in a swirl of color as a vast valley of graves slowly appeared around them, millions of graves continuing on for as far as the eye could see. The terrain was rocky with sharp mountains all around and the sky a muted red with grey clouds. It was wholly alien and Harry took it in, questions popping up in his head as he tried to figure out what he had to do with all of it.

“This is Furya… a planet of the dead. Once it was a great world, filled with a race of warriors that were like no other. We were strength, loyalty, instinct, protection, love, family, pack… we were everything.” Shirah looked sadly out into the valley, her eyes skimming the endless graves as she spoke. “Then death came, riding on the back of a coward who feared the end of his reign. A prophesy was given to the coward, his reign would end by the hand of a male alpha Furyan. The coward amassed his fleet, the Necromonger’s, and attacked Furya. We were strong, we were fast, but they were far greater in number and were not troubled by the weakness of pain. They are dead, but alive, they feel no pain, no emotion, nothing but the drive to cleanse this universe until Underverse come.”

“I’m very sorry for the loss of your people, but I still don’t understand what this has to do with me?”

Shirah laughed softly. “Filinea, you will give voice to our peoples rage. You will bring strength to the Riddick; you will bring love and life. You are the heart of the Necromonger downfall.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name… Who or what is the Riddick?” Harry growled, frustrated with the conversation. She answered questions, but every answer brought up more questions, making him feel as if he was only skimming the surface of what was going to be another life or death destiny.

“The Riddick, he is your mate, Filinea.“

Gob smacked, Harry stared at her unable to get a single word out of his mouth. There were so many things wrong with that sentence, the two biggest being “he” and “mate”. He wasn’t gay and for that matter, he didn’t know humans could have mates. He knew of magical creatures being mated, but never a wizard/witch with no magical creature blood in them at all.

“But… I’m not even gay!”

Shirah giggled, actually giggled, and the world dissolved around them into the same white haze that it had started out as. Pictures began to form in the haze all around them of a man tall, muscled, shaved head and black goggles. He was strong and fierce and had an aura of a deadly predator as he moved, glided, through the pictures.

“Shall we pray together? I have already prayed with the others. It is painless.” A tall black man says as he kneels before the Riddick, the man robes billowing softly in the night breeze.

“It’s pointless.” The Riddick says quietly, his low growling voice mocking as he speaks, tying ropes in knots from his spot on the ground.

The other man, dressed in robes and a turban, nods with a serious look on his face. “Just because you do not believe in God, does not mean He does not believe in you.”

The Riddick turns towards the man, silver eyes glowing preternaturally in the night and growls, “You think someone spends half their life in a slam with a horse-bit in their mouth and not believe. Think they’d start out in a liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around their neck and not believe. Got it all wrong, holy man. Oh, absolutely I believe in God. And I hate the fucker.”

Harry felt something, hearing that voice, looking at the Riddick as he spoke; a shivery, tingle that raced up his spine and stole his breath from him like a thief in the night. The man was gorgeous in a strong and silent kind of way, body packed with muscles upon muscles, strange glowing silver eyes shining in the firelight. The blunt words and the firm clench of his jaw as he spoke, the unabashed anger in the voice, pulled at Harry, made him want to touch and love, to comfort. It was strange, he’d never been a very tactile person, preferring to keep a fairly hands-off approach to most people, but something about this man awoke some dormant instinct inside him that called to Harry like nothing else ever had.

A tall, slight squirrely sort of man walked through a desert with a group of people, wiping sweat from his forehead, tired and worn. A bottle slips from his bag and falls to the sand below, he curses and turns around to pick it back up, but someone else has reached it first. The Riddick picks up the bottle as the man speaks nervously, his hand held out to shake the Riddick’s.

“ParisP. Ogilvie, antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.”

The Riddick smirks, “Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer.” He uncorks the bottle and starts chugging down the amber liquid.

“That’s a particularly good shiraz, a lovely drop, it’s very expensive…” He sighs. “By all means, help yourself.”

Harry turns to Shirah, a question on his lips, but another image forms once again…

A young boy is trapped beneath large animal bones, an oddly vicious creatures jumps onto them, snapping with it huge sharp teeth as it’s long scythe-like tail whips around. The boy cries out, yelling, Riddick turns back from far ahead, a torn look on his face, before he turns back around and keeps going. A young blonde woman comes to help, shining light onto the creature; it hisses in pain but continues to try to get to the boy trapped below. Riddick turns again at the sound of the boy’s yelling growing louder, at the woman’s screams for it to get off of the child. Finally Riddick drops the load he is carrying and runs towards them, growling in anger as he catches the large hammer headed creature and begins to fight it. His muscles bulge as he grips the head tightly, the creature snapping it’s head forward, sharp teeth barely missing Riddick as he struggles with it.

Suddenly the shine of a blade flickers in the dim light and Riddick guts the beast, the sing of it rings through the air as he delivers slice after slice to the creature’s vulnerable belly. The creature cries out and falls to the ground, but Riddick is right on it in a second, grabbing the head and giving it a vicious twist, the snap of it’s neck is sharp in the quiet of the night.

“Did not know who it was fuckin’ with!”

The imagine freezes on Riddick, his eyes shining silver in the dark, a look of satisfaction on his face as he stares down at the dead creature. Harry feels his breath catch all over again, his body is flushed with heat, butterflies churning in his stomach as he looks at the image. He can’t help but take a step closer to the image, raising a hand as if to touch the man who had fought a creature like that with a confidence that Harry had never seen before. The image rippled as Harry touched it, the face of the man slowly dissolving away at the touch.

“Still feel the same, filinea?” Shirah asks, stepping next to Harry with a smug smile on her face.

Blowing out a gust of hot air, Harry murmurs, “Oh, shut it. Yes… apparently, I’m not as straight as I thought I was.”

All of the still pictures began to dissolve, bleeding back to the white haze like before and Harry feels disappointment at the loss of them.

“Time grows short; I must impart the gift I came to give you.” Shirah touches her chest, eyes closed as she whispers a quiet prayer before opening her eyes to pierce Harry with a soulful look. “I give you our power, our strength, our blood… giving you the ability to stand beside the Riddick so that he may avenge our people.”

Lifting her hand from her chest, it glowed a silvery blue as she pressed it to Harry’s chest. “This mark carries the anger of an entire race… but it’s going to hurt.”

Harry cried out as her hand seared into his skin, thoughts, imagines, feelings, power, strength, life… a million voices screamed simultaneously within his mind. They screamed for death. They screamed for their sons, they screamed for their daughters, they screamed for their way of life. They screamed for vengeance for their people.

“Use this gift well, filinea, use what we have given you to make the Necromongers pay for what they have taken from us.” Shirah pulled her hand back from Harry’s chest and then leaned down to kiss his temple. “You will bring honor to our family and preserve our line… I thank you, filinea, for what you will give to our people.”

Harry came to with the sensation of falling and he gasped, trying to reach for something, anything, to catch his fall. There was nothing around him, nothing to grab onto to keep himself from falling. He felt the wind whipping around him, heard the sound of it whistling as he fell, but he couldn’t see anything, not even a hint of light. Gripping his wand tight, Harry cast a Lumos charm, but nothing happened. Trying it again, Harry cursed when still nothing happened.

Harry didn’t understand why it didn’t work? He had felt his magic within his body prepare for the spell, he had even felt the spike as he cast the charm, but the air around him remained as dark as before the spell. It was pitch black and he wondered where he was… what he was falling towards. He knew that it was going to hurt when he finally hit the ground, maybe even kill him. A slightly hysterical giggle slipped from his lips when he thought about having been sent to another world, universe, whatever, and dying right after being sent there.

Just then he saw a spark of light erupted far below him, coming closer and closer as he fell. He strained his eyes trying to figure out what it was, where it led to, but he couldn’t see anything except for a white light. The light came closer and Harry braced his arms over his head to protect his fall. The feeling of his body being squeezed through a small hole made him lift his head, it had felt just like apparating. He had just enough time to register a wet muddy ground below him before he fell onto it, a wet splat sounded as he hit the earth below him.

Groaning, Harry cautiously turned over onto his back and looked up into the sky, two twin suns blazed up above the mossy swamp he’d landed in. He could hear the sounds of the forest around him, animals foraging to his left, spooked by his fall they stampeded away as they sent out the call of a predator among them. Harry heard the wind whistling in the trees, the chittering of small animals below the ground, he smelt the scent of them, smelt their fear as they scented back if it were his own.

Blinking, Harry rose up to a sitting position as he realized the train of his thoughts and looked around at the seemingly empty forest around him. It looked empty, but he knew it wasn’t, he could still hear and smell the animals all around him. How was he able to smell them, let alone hear them?

“Furyans are some of the strongest instinctual predators the universe has ever seen. We are strong, we are fast, we can smell our prey from miles away. We can sense their emotions, their pain, they are weak in the presence of our gifts and they are defeated because of it.”

An image of a man standing before children, a teacher, flashed in his mind when the voice spoke and in an instant he knew the answer to his own question. “Oh, holy fuck, I’m a Furyan now?”

As if that question broke loose the dam holding everything trapped within his mind, a flood of information flowed through his mind and in a second he knew what it meant to be a Furyan. He knew their, his, peoples history, the beliefs and structures of the Furyan society, the hierarchy of Furyan packs. He knew it all and he stumbled back at the strength of the Furyan race. He felt rage for his people’s genocide, needed vengeance for the death of a race of proud warriors that he was now a part of… that he was now one of the few Furyan’s left in the universe; only a small number had survived the genocide at the hands of the Necromongers, most due to the fact that they were not on Furya when it happened.

With that knowledge came the realization of who he was and what his purpose was. Harry was a Furyan Omega; probably the last in existence. He felt the power of an Omega at his fingertips, it swirled and danced with his wizarding magic. The two bonded together in a balance of yin and yang, one taking up the slack where the other was incomplete. Harry felt powerful like he never had before and it humbled him. His magic and the Furyan power had melded together in a way that he’d never thought was possible, his power so great that he worried that he wouldn’t be able to contain it.

But, he would. It was his duty to be strong and capable. It was his duty to give strength and guidance to his pack, to be the voice of reason and compassion when called for it. It was his duty to stand beside his mate, the Riddick, the Furyan Alpha Prime, as he laid waste to the Necromonger race. Harry felt the beginnings of their bond unfurl inside his chest, calling for his mate, only an echo of what would be like once the bond was complete.

The bond pulsed inside him and he closed his eyes as a wealth of emotion floated over him, his mate was angry, confused and hopeful, then like it never happened at all, the emotion was gone. He needed to find his mate, now.

TBC…

Translation:
Filinea – Furyan familial term of endearment to an Omega in the speaker’s family.

Prologue: Fate Comes Calling

Harry Potter sat atop the Astronomy Tower, legs dangling over the side, mind lost in thought as he looked unseeing out across the Hogwarts grounds below. The wind whistled around him, his robes moving only slightly compared to the strength of the wind at such a height, but that was to be expected, the tower having been spelled to keep strong winds from carrying students away.

Fiddling with his wand, Harry’s mind milled over the events of the last year or so and the Final Battle that had taken place on the Quidditch pitch just two months ago. It was amazing really how quickly it all came to a head, Voldemort’s forces steadily being overrun as finally the Ministry started doing their job and actively participating in the war. Harry figured a big part of that was Fudge’s mid-term removal and Amelia Bones’ sudden election into the Minister of Magic position. After that change-up she’d started cleaning house and sacking people left and right who were either Voldemort supporters or too sacred or greedy to do their jobs properly.

Within a month of Minister Bones’ appointment to Minister of Magic, Voldemort’s forces were on the run, hiding, rather than attacking muggles and wizarding communities. The Order with the unwavering help of the reformed Ministry had tracked down every Horcrux Voldemort had squirreled away with a part of his soul and all that was left was to kill the last piece of Voldemort’s soul encased without the body he inhabited. The atmosphere in wizarding Britain changed as word of Voldemort’s forces running in fear reached the public’s ears and people began standing up to fight instead of cowering in fear and it became clear that it was only a matter of time before the Light side won the war.

Voldemort had decided to make his move before it was too late and stormed Hogwarts intent on killing Harry. He’d brought along a couple hundred death eaters, trolls, giants, vampires, etc. A lot of people had died that night, on either side, but in the end, Harry was able to deliver the killing blow and defeat Voldemort for good.

Harry had lost many friends that night, but the hardest deaths to take had been Remus, Hermione, Hagrid and Luna. Their deaths had sent Harry into a depression that he’d since had trouble breaking free of. Remus and Hermione had died directly from protecting Harry while he made his way towards Voldemort. The death eaters had done everything they could to get Harry worn and tried before he fought Voldemort. They’d never actively sent any killing curses or the like, merely trying to get him tired and unbalanced to ensure their leader had the upper hand. But quickly Remus, Hermione and Ron had realized what was happening and had moved in fluid motion with Harry while he continued through the battlefield, keeping the death eaters as distracted as possible.

Lucius Malfoy hadn’t liked that and had sent a killing curse towards Hermione. Remus, ever the professor and protector of those he still considered as his students, had jumped in front of the curse and had taken it directly to the chest. Harry had become distracted when he saw Remus fall and had run to him, but Remus had been gone by then, his eyes glazed and unseeing as they stared up into the dark sky. Harry had screamed and had gone after Malfoy, spewing curses and screams as he dueled with the blonde death eater, finally getting the upper hand and sending off a vicious cutting curse that had taken Malfoy down with a blood curdling scream.

It was just as Harry was turning back towards his friends when Bellatrix Lestrange had come out of nowhere and had sent a reducto spell flying towards Hermione. Hermione hadn’t even seen it coming; one moment she was standing there waiting for Harry to step back into their battle formation and the next she was hurtling through the air, her chest crunching loudly with the force of the spell. Ron had flipped at seeing Hermione dead before him and had sent the fastest killing curse Harry had ever seen, Bellatrix dying with that insane smile still plastered on her face, never having even scene the curse heading towards her.

Things had gone blurry after that, Harry remembered standing in front of Voldemort and hearing the dark wizard taunting him. He remembered curses flying back and forth, and he remembered the look of shock on Voldemort’s snakelike face as he fell backwards onto the muddy grass behind him. Within an hour of Voldemort falling in battle the Light side had won, death eaters either surrendering after their leader had been defeated or they were killed while in battle. And just like that it was all over.

Funerals seemed to go on for weeks after that, but slowly they tapered off and everyone went back to their normal lives. Hogwarts was mostly undamaged during the fight as most of it took place on the Quidditch pitch, only a few minor repairs had needed to take place after that. The school had been closed for a few weeks while families adjusted to loved ones being injured or having died.

Harry didn’t know what to do with himself now that they were back at Hogwarts. It felt wrong to be at Hogwarts without Hermione, she’d been one third of the “Golden Trio” as they were called and without her, Harry and Ron felt incomplete. Ron was taking her death just as hard, maybe harder. Harry had loved Hermione, but Ron, he had been in love with her. Harry had never been in love, but he imagined just from Ron’s lost look, that losing the person you loved most in the world would be like having your heart ripped out repeatedly, never healing and never going away.

“Harry, mate, it’s time for Divination.” Ron’s somber voice cut through the wind bringing Harry’s back to himself and he sighed.

Standing up, Harry gathered his book bag and walked to the entrance to the stairs. Ron tried to smile at Harry, but it didn’t quite reach his red blood shot eyes. Neither of them had been sleeping very well and it showed. “Come on, the old Bat is sure to give you a laugh, now that old Voldie’s kicked it. A death prophesy is bound to be a little more fun now, huh?”

Harry snorted and nodded as they made their way to Professor Trelawney’s classroom, the smell of patchouli guiding their way. Entering the classroom, Ron and Harry took their spots at one of the low tables, Ron grumbling about the stupid pillow seats being uncomfortable as they sat down. Within a few minutes, Trelawney swept in the classroom with her usual dramatic flair, her eyes especially wide behind the thick glasses that magnified her eyes to the rest of the world.

“My dear students, I welcome you all back to Hogwarts’ tender embrace.” Professor Trelawney’s voice had the same gauzy distant sound it usually did as she spoke to them. “Let us begin our work, delving into the mysteries of the third eye…”

She droned on, talking about the tarot card and how it was used to divine the past, present and future. She had them all choose a partner and try to read each other’s fortune.

“Why exactly did we take this subject again?” Ron sighed as he tried to read the card’s he’d pulled for Harry’s fortune, a deep frownline down the middle of his forehead as his eyes moved from the card to his Divination book and back again. “Bloody impossible!”

“For some stupid reason, it’s a required pre-requisite course for entry into the Auror program.” Harry shrugged his shoulders and waited for Ron to figure out what his card’s meant.

Back at the beginning of the school year, Harry had been dead set on becoming an Auror like his father and godfather, but now that the war was done and his purpose was over, he wasn’t so sure what he wanted to do anymore. He’d pretty much decided not to enroll in the Auror program when they graduated, but he hadn’t figured out how to tell Ron that yet.

Ron was even surer of his calling now that the war was over, his need to go out and find the few death eaters that had escaped the final battle pushing him on. Hermione’s death was hitting him hard and Ron was taking that drive and anger and funneling it towards capturing those even a little responsible for her death and making them pay for it.

“What have we hear, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley?” Trelawney asked as she stepped up to their table.

“I haven’t a clue.” Ron said with a huff.

Trelawney leaned down and stared at Harry’s tarot card fortune and studied it with an eerie quietness that he’d never seen before. Harry was surprised by how quiet she was being; usually she’d have been predicting Harry’s death by about now. Just as he was about to ask her if everything was alright, she snapped her head towards him, her eyes glassy and far away.

As soon as Harry saw that look he knew what was coming. He had enough time to hear Ron whisper “Oh bloody fuck” before a low booming voice came from her mouth.

“Time has run out for the Boy-Who-Lived, this day as the clock strikes eight, fate will come calling and he will be done. He will emerge, falling, into his next life, bound to the Riddick and the Riddick to he, sent tumbling into a new future, a new verse. Fate has plans for her favored sons, joined, unmoving, they will create a new world and she will embrace them. They will bring life, forging a new pack from the ashes of the old.”

Harry sat watching Trelawney as she slowly came out of the foggy haze of her trance, shaking her head and coughing slightly. His mind was screaming, trying to deny what he knew was true. Her prophesy had been real, it had been the same voice and trance as in third-year when she predicted Wormtail returning to Voldemort’s side. The prophecy was nothing like her yearly predictions of his death… it was real.

“Harry…” Ron murmured slowly, his eyes wide and scared as he looked at Harry.

Trelawney cleared her thought she completely came out of the trance and resumed perusing the tarot cards.

“It looks as if Mr. Weasley has scrambled the cards, my dear Harry. Multiple universes… perish the thought,” Trelawney laughed. The loud laugh, annoyingly similar to a braying donkey, echoed through the room as she shook her head and smiled. “Mr. Weasley, please deal them again, if you will.”

“Harry, mate, wait up!” Ron yelled as he ran down the hall towards Harry who had left the Divination classroom quickly after the class ended.

Harry slowed down and let Ron catch up with him, feeling sorry he ran out on his best friend. “Sorry, Ron… I just needed to get out of there.”

Sighing, Ron nodded his head and spoke. “I know mate, so what are we going to do about this new prophecy? We got to figure out what it means and how to stop it. Merlin, I wish Hermione was her, she always knew what to do with things like this.”

“I don’t know if we can stop it. Her real prophesies always came true, no matter what we did after hearing them… they always happened like she said they would.” Harry shook his head and watched a few of his fellow students walk by.

It looked like news of the new prophesy has spread quickly, everyone was watching him and whispering, murmuring about it and his new fate. Harry wondered what it meant. Would he die and be reborn? Or maybe it had something to do with what Trelawney had laughed about after she came out of this trance… something about multiple universes? The thought felt eerily accurate, the line in the prophesy about a new verse ringing through his head.

Shaking out of the fugue he’d fallen into, Harry tried not to let his fear of the unknown consume him. What little time he had left, he wanted to be with his family and friends.

“I want to say goodbye, can you get everyone here… quickly?” Harry asked his friend, his voice quiet as he spoke.

“Harry, maybe it doesn’t mean what it sounds like.” Ron hedged softly.

“What else could it mean? It said my time had run out, that fate would come calling and I would be done. That I would go to my next life… whether I die or I’m sent somewhere else, to a new universe, either way I probably won’t be in this life anymore.” Looking away for a moment to try and hide the tears that were pooling in his eyes, Harry spoke again. “I just want to say goodbye, before it’s too late… if I’m wrong, then it won’t matter if we do this.”

“Okay.”

The next few hours went by quickly. The Weasley’s had come immediately after Ron had sent an owl straight to them. Mrs. Weasley’s had since flipped back and forth between crying and loudly denying that her baby was going to die. They were all gathered in a private dining room near the Great Hall, having Harry’s last meal of sort’s. The Weasley’s, Dumbledore and most of the Order had viewed a pensieve memory of the prophesy and had begun discussing what it might mean and how they could fight it.

Dumbledore strongly believed it didn’t mean Harry would die, that he would rather be sent somewhere away from this world. He’d felt so strongly about that belief that he had put together a sort of care package for Harry. He’d had the elves pack up Harry’s belongings, with Harry’s permission he’d owled Gringott’s to empty Harry’s vaults and exchange the currency for gold and jewels… items that would have value in whatever world he was sent to. He’d even had the elves pack a supply of food spelled to stay fresh until the spell was removed. He’d had all of the things packed within a bottomless trunk and shrunk, smiling sadly as Harry put it in his pants pocket with a quiet thank you.

Mrs. Weasley hadn’t been fond of this, yelling at Dumbledore that he should be doing something instead of accepting the ridiculous idea and that he should be saving Harry. Harry wasn’t sure what the prophesy meant, but he was oddly accepting of whatever was too come. He’d escaped fate for long enough, maybe it really was his time, whatever that meant.

As eight o’clock drew closer, the room began to get tense and Mrs. Weasley grabbed hold of Harry, refusing to let go. The rooms clock struck eight, one bell rang, then two, then three, then four… Just as Harry was almost thinking that it had all been wrong, that nothing was going to happen, a loud boom rocked the room and Draco Malfoy barreled through the splintered door and threw a potion at the gathered crowd. The potion vial broke and a clear liquid seemed to spring from the vial, growing impossibly large in a second and encasing everyone in a hollow bubble except for Harry and Mrs. Weasley, would had been much closer to the door.

Harry and Mrs. Weasley drew their wands, but Malfoy was already moving, yelling “Petrificus totalus!” Mrs. Weasley fell over as the full body-bind curse hit her; Harry tried to ignore the dull thud of her body hitting the floor below her as he raised his wand.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry yelled, a pulse of light burst from his wand and careened towards Malfoy.

Malfoy ducked behind a nearby chair and evaded the spell as he sent another “Petrificus totalus!” towards Harry.

Harry didn’t have the benefit of a piece of furniture to hide behind, but he dived out of the way of the spell before it hit him anyways, barely missing it as the spell flew past him. They sent several spells at each other and each time both of them just barely stepped out of the way of the oncoming spell. Harry could hear the muffled yells of everyone encased in the bubble as they tried to find a way out of it, but nothing seemed to work. Pulses of light glimmered across the walls like a strange glittering rainbow, the Order’s spells magnified and disbursed through the diamond like structure of the bubble.

Time seemed to slow down as Harry fought, all the while knowing with a strange certainty that his time was almost up. Taking a misstep, Harry didn’t quite move quickly enough when Malfoy sent a “Petrificus totalus!” his way and Harry felt his body lock-up and fall back onto the rug below him.

“Hello, Potty. Miss me?” Malfoy sneered down at Harry as he stood over him, his face pulled in the all too familiar angry sneer as he pointed his wand at Harry. “I was away, I just returned tonight from my family home … burying my father as you know. I had to watch my mother cry as he was laid to rest, her tears wouldn’t stop. Do you know what that felt like? To watch my mother die a little inside as her husband was put in the ground?”

Malfoy paced back and forth, his body tight with tension as he spoke. “She hasn’t spoken since then, except to make me promise her something. I promised my mother I would avenge his death; make it right for what you did to him. She made me promise that I would make it slow and painful… she showed me curses that would make you wish that you’d never been born, things that are so dark that even the Dark Lord would have thought twice against using.”

“But, I can’t do that… I’m not a murderer. Despite what you all believe, I am not my father,” Malfoy growled as he looked at everyone behind the bubble before pulled a vial from his pocket and showing Harry. “…but I will avenge him. Do you see this, Potty? It is a special potion that will send you far away from anyone you love. It will take your life from you; everything you know will be gone. It’s not death, but it might as well be… I know how much family means to you.”

Malfoy kneeled down, pulling the stopper from the vial and opening Harry’s mouth, he poured the potion down Harry’s throat, using a spell to make the muscles swallow it. As soon as all of it was inside him, Harry felt nearly weightless, as if he were a balloon tied down, bobbing up and down as it tried to float away. The room began to lose clarity and the last thing Harry saw or heard was Draco Malfoy, “Good riddance, Potter.”

TBC…

Author’s Note 2: I’m not sure how often i will be updating this. I have two more chapters written after this and the full plot outlined, but seeing as this is probably going to be a fairly large story with about 10 chapters or so, i still have a lot to write. We’ll see how my muse goes.

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Title: Fade Into Darkness – Epilogue
Fandoms: The Chronicles of Riddick/Harry Potter
Pairings: Riddick/Harry, Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Series: Sequel to Animalis.
Spoilers: None for HP. Spoilers for all of The Chronicles of Riddick.
Wordcount: Chapter 5414 words, 25500 words for the entire story.
Overall Warnings: M/M explicit sex, past mPreg, male lactation, D/s themes, very mild BDSM, violence, language, minor character death, torture, mental illness, angst, schmoop.
Summary: A little over a year after getting off the dark planet Riddick and Harry are living on Helion Prime with their child when they receive an unexpected visitor. A woman, calling herself an Elemental, appears and tells them that a series of events has begun that will decide the fate of all human life in the universe and their child is the only hope humanity has left.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick, nor do I make any profits from these writings.

The sound of quiet snuffles woke Harry from a deep sleep and he smiled, his eyes still closed, as he just laid there and lets the sound of his daughter slowly waking envelope him. Just a few weeks ago the sound would have made him groan and roll out of bed reluctantly, quietly asking his baby girl why she insisted on waking him up in the middle of the night. Now, just the simple noise was a reassurance that Lyra was safe and protected, that she no longer had a destiny and looming question of death over her head. His baby girl was free and he cherished that.

Turning his head, Harry looked back at his sleeping mate; Riddick’s face relaxed in sleep and free of burdens now that their family was safe once again. Harry tried to slip out from under his mate’s tight grip, but Riddick only held on tighter and pulled Harry back into the circle of his arms with a soft rumbling growl.

Though Riddick would deny it to his last breath and beyond, the dominant gruff and tough Furyan was a cuddler. Every morning Harry would wake up to the feel of his mate holding him tight, face tucked into the messy hair at the base of Harry’s head, lips pressed softly against the nape of his neck. It was a comfort to both of them, having their mate tucked close as they slept and Harry loved that Riddick wanted to be as near to him as Harry to Riddick.

Grinning , Harry finally lifted Riddick’s arm again, this time letting it slide slowly up Harry’s body until he could duck down under the muscled arm and slip off the bed. Slipping on his boxers, Harry walked to Lyra’s crib and looked down at her. Her eyes were opened, the silvery green orbs staring back at him as she smiled around the fist she had been sucking.

“Morning, baby girl,” Harry whispered as he lifted her into his arms and sat in the rocking chair beside her crib.

The rocking chair had been a gift from Riddick, hand carved with love, for the birth of their daughter. When his mate had presented it to him, Riddick had been unusually nervous as he placed the chair in front of Harry. The sweet gesture, if Harry hadn’t already loved the man beyond reason, would have clenched it. The chair was unlike any other he ever seen before, made of a gleaming dark wood that seemed to shine in the sunlight, like tiny shimmering diamonds were woven through it. The edges were rounded and smooth, a deep circling pattern throughout its surface. The wood was so soft, but sturdy that it molded around Harry as if it were pre-formed to the shape of his body. It was beautiful.

As soon as Harry sat down and brought Lyra to his chest, she began to nuzzle around his chest eagerly, seeking his nipple with the determination of the starving. Latching onto it, Lyra made loud sucking noises that caused Harry to chuckle as he settled back into the chair, setting it to a slow rock back and forth in the dark of the bedroom.

Closing his eyes, Harry let his mind drift to the backdrop of the sound of Lyra eating.

It had been a month since the events with the Necromongers and New Mecca was slowly rebuilding after the invasion. Debris from destroyed buildings and weapons fire had been removed, the bodies buried and the Necromonger fleet of ships disarmed and dismantled. If a person didn’t look too closely, they could almost forget how many had died and how much destruction had been caused by the invading army. There were a lot of rumors about what happened to the Necromongers, some believing that Allah had struck down the evil invading army in a fit of righteous anger for killing so many of his children. Others fell for the government’s fabricated story that they had sent an elite task force to infiltrate the Necros and used a secret weapon to defeat the army. Harry really couldn’t care less as long as the true story never reached the light of day and his family, his daughter especially, remained safe. That was all that mattered to him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, Kitten?”

Opening his eyes, Harry smiled as he looked at Riddick sprawled in the moonlight on their bed, his back resting against the head board. Riddick’s eyes were free of his ever present dark goggles, glowing preternaturally in the darkness.

“How long have you been awake?” Harry whispered as he stood up. Lyra had fallen back asleep a few minutes before after she had finished feeding, her lips still latched onto Harry’s nipple. Jostling her slightly, Harry shushed her back to sleep as she gave a low whine of annoyance at being moved.

“Long enough,” Riddick rumbled softly with a grin. “Love watching you feed her, Kitten.”

Blushing, Harry turned and placed Lyra back in her crib. “Pervert.”

Riddick gave a dark chuckle and placed his hands under his head and leaned back into his pillow.

Once making sure Lyra was back to sleep, Harry walked to their bed, shucked his boxers off his body and crawled onto it. Swinging a leg over Riddick and straddling his body, Harry settled his arse over his mate’s half hard cock with a devious grin, their bodies pressed flesh against flesh without a single layer of clothes between them. Riddick groaned from the pressure of Harry’s weight on his cock, grasping his large hands around Harry’s hips and thrust up against him. Harry gasped in pleasure, throwing his head back as he placed his hands on Riddick’s chest and started a slow rocking motion.

The feel of Riddick large cock slipping between his arse cheeks, the tip wet with pre-come, felt wonderful.

“Rick,” Harry moaned as he fumbled for his wand. Riddick automatically rose up, lifting a hand to the tip of the wand as Harry mumbled “Lubricus,” Riddick’s fingers glimmering in the sunlight from the window next to the bed.

Riddick slipped his lubed hand underneath Harry, one of his fingers circling the tight ring of muscle around his entrance, making Harry mew and wrap his arms tightly around Riddick’s neck.

“So tight for me, kitten,” Riddick groaned as he pushed two fingers into Harry sharply.

Harry threw his head back, gasping and undulating in Riddick’s lap, his mate’s finger pressing farther into Harry with each roll of his hips. He could feel Riddick teeth on his neck, biting harshly and then soothing the sting with a few licks from his tongue. Riddick pressed his fingers to Harry’s prostate and chuckled when Harry couldn’t stop the loud cry of ecstasy that burst from his lips.

A soft snuffle and a whine sounded from Lyra’s crib, making both of them still for a moment, Harry hoping they hadn’t woke her up.

“Did you put up the silencing spell?” Rick murmured quietly as he looked towards Lyra’s crib.

“No,” Harry whispered and picked up his wand from where he dropped it on the bed and quickly cast a silencing spell. “Okay.”

Riddick resumed pushing his fingers in and out of Harry, slowly stretching his hole with each new pass. Harry ran his hands across his mate’s skin, kissing and licking every inch he could reach, tasting the salty sweet tang of Riddick’s unique flavor.

Finally, Riddick pulled his fingers out from Harry’s and used the remaining lube to slick his cock. Harry whined in need and leaned forward to help Riddick position his cock against his hole. Then Harry pressed back against the large cock, gasping and wailing as it stretched him wide, filling every place inside him.

This was what Harry loved most about the sex with Riddick, not the out of this world pleasure it brought him… though it was spectacular, no, it was the way Riddick completed him. Riddick was everything he needed and he filled every empty space within Harry, taking away the hollow feeling that he felt whenever Riddick wasn’t inside of him.

Using his thigh muscles, Harry lifted up and slammed down onto Riddick’s cock, mewing at the sharp zing of pleasure it caused to course through his body. Lifting up and down, Harry gained in speed, until he was bouncing on his mate’s cock with glee. Harry’s grinned at his mate as Riddick kissed him, twirling their tongues together erotically as Riddick’s cock moved in and out of his body.

Pulling back, Riddick looked up at him as he wrapped his large hand around Harry’s cock and began jacking him. “That’s it baby, ride my cock.”

Harry cried out as a firestorm of tingling pleasure traveled over his skin, growing and growing as he pushed towards perfection. His hands scrabbled over Riddick’s slick back, wrapping around his mate’s neck and holding tight as his body reached orbit and exploded into a million pleasurable pieces. Harry could hear Riddick’s feral growl in the background, felt his mate’s large hands tighten their grip on his body and felt the burst of Riddick’s heated cum inside his body.

Sagging into Riddick’s arms, Harry tried to catch his breath once again and smiled when his mate pressed his face into Harry’s neck, licking and biting the claiming mark he’d placed there the day they met. A spark of pleasure shot down to his softened cock and it gave a twitch in interest, making Riddick chuckle as his teeth worried the skin beneath his mouth.

“Merlin, I love your cock.” Harry grinned as leaned back and looked into his mate’s eyes.

He felt the all too familiar trickle of Riddick’s cum slowly dribble out of his body around his mate’s cock and squirmed at the feeling, his mind remembering the many times that Riddick had flipped him over onto his stomach and slowly licked him clean, inside and out, as Harry bucked and wailed into another orgasm shortly after. Harry’s cock gave another feeble twitch of interest as his eyes began to slid close, his body ready to go back to sleep like it was used to doing at such a late hour.

Harry heard Riddick’s soft chuckle as his mate lifted Harry off his lap and tucked them back under the covers to sleep for a few more hours. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled in close to Riddick as sleep claimed him.

“Are you sure there is nothing else you can do?” Molly Weasley asked quietly as she and Arthur stood looking through an observation window into a padded room that her youngest child would now call home for the foreseeable future.

Ginny sat mumbling quietly in a corner of the room, her hair tangled and matted, her eyes wide and crazy. Her arms hung limply from her shoulders, spelled that way by the healers after Ginny had tried multiple times to inflict harm on herself as well as others.
Molly felt the all too familiar flood of tears come and she silently let them fall down her cheeks as her husband tried to comfort her as their daughter’s healer spoke.

“I am sorry, Mrs. Weasley, but the Ginevra you knew is gone. Her mind has become permanently broken; nothing we have tried has been able to change that. Magic is powerful and can do amazing things, but even after thousands of years of practice in medicine, wizarding healers still know so little of how the human brain works.” Healer Horntail said quietly as he tried his best to keep the devastating news from being a harder blow than it already had. “We will continue to treat her as best we can and if some new treatment comes to light we will of course give it our full attention, but I am sad to say that her chances of any kind of recovery at this time are very small.”

Molly felt a sob break from her lips and she turned, pressing her face into the welcoming arms of Arthur. Her baby girl was broken and would probably stay that way… gone was the bright smile and bubbly laugh, the sharp mind and the fierce competitor… Her baby girl was lost to her, lost in the trappings of her own mind and for what? Because Harry was unable to love her? Because he was no longer here to keep the small shred of Ginny’s sanity intact in the hopes that he might one day return her love?

It all was a senseless loss. Ginny’s sanity. Harry, Sirius and Remus’ disappearance. All because her little girl couldn’t accept the fact that she was not Harry’s mate, no matter how hard she tried to make him believe that she was.

Three months ago when Harry, Sirius and Remus had disappeared they had all been frantic with worry as they searched for the lost wizards and what had become of them. They had believed that their disappearance had been the workings of a Death Eater plot, but soon it became apparent that that was not the case. For months the Order had used every means available to unravel the mystery of their disappearance, all the while Ginny became more and more unstable, given to loud and violent bouts of depression and rage. They had all believed it was just Ginny being unable to accept the loss of Harry… how wrong they were.

Finally four months after the three wizards disappeared, Ginny had snapped during a family meal. The talk, as usual had been about the search for clues on where they might be. Hermione had been the main voice during the conversation, her uncanny talent for investigation having unearthed the fact that the three men had just apparated to the Burrow before they disappeared. Hermione believed that some kind of transportation spell had been used and the fact that it had been done within the Burrows wards pointed to someone close to them having done it. One moment Ginny was quietly pushing the food around her plate with a dejected scowl and the next she had launched herself over the table towards Hermione, strangling her with a truly disturbing grin on her face.

Ginny, after being ripped away from Hermione, had raged at her stunned family as she laughingly confessed what she had done. About her unwavering belief that Harry was her soulmate, a delusion fantasy she still whole heartedly believed. She raged at them, telling them she had found a spell to make him see it and had cast it on him, all of them accidently. But, Ginny had laughed manically as tears ran down her face, she told them that Harry would be back soon, that he was just playing with her, making her work for his love… that he would come back soon and they would get married and have babies and live happily ever after.

Molly had staggered back as she listened to the delusional ramblings of her daughter, falling into a chair as a hopeless despair had gripped her, knowing that their family would never be the same ever again.

After that night they’d had no choice but to have her committed to St. Mungos Ward for Hopeless Cases. The mind healers had used every means available to help Ginny, but nothing had made a difference. At first Ginny had been kept in the ward floor with other patients like herself, but quickly it became clear that Ginny was a danger to herself and to others. So now Arthur and Molly were there to be nearby as their daughter got used to the new room that would hold her indefinitely.

They stood there quietly for a long time after the healer left, holding on tight to each other as they watched their daughter. There was nothing left to say that hadn’t already been said, so they just looked at Ginny and the altered reality their daughter now lived in.

“Come on then, dear, we had better get home.” Arthur spoke softly after the long silence; he kissed Molly’s hand and wiped away the tears on her cheeks without a word, waiting for her to tear her eyes away from the sight of Ginny quietly mumbling to herself in the corner. “The children will want to know how Ginny is doing.”

Molly finally turned away from the observation window and nodded her head, taking a few calming breaths and then determinedly shaking off the hollow ache that had been inside her since this had all began. “Yes, I need to get to making dinner for everyone. Let’s be off then.”

Later as the family sat down for their traditional Sunday dinner together, Molly busied herself with making sure all of the food was on the table and everyone had everything they needed.

“Molly dear, sit down, you’ve taken care of everything.” Arthur gently led her to her seat and then took his own as their large and ever growing family quietly dug into the meal.

The dinner was unusually quiet for a Weasley meal, the events over the last few weeks and Ginny’s transfer weighing heavily on everyone’s mind. Molly knew that her children were being respectful and trying to ease the stress she was under, but the absence of the normal chaos of her family just made Ginny’s absence all the more noticeable.

“I think I might have found a way to bring them home.” Hermione looked up from her plate as everyone’s eyes turned to her.

Molly felt her breath hitch in her throat, her heart picking up speed at the chance of having her family whole again. Molly purposely stayed very clear of the knowledge that their family would never be completely whole again as long as Ginny remained as she was. “How?” She whispered, the tears already forming in her eyes.

“Once I realized what spell Gin… um… what spell was used, it made me think about the spell Remus and I created to help him retrieve Sirius from the Veil. I can rework the spell to take me to them wherever they are and then use it to bring us all back again.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Ron, it should only be one of us to go… encase it doesn’t work and I am the best option as I am very familiar with the spell.” Hermione said patiently to her husband.

“’Mione, you don’t know what kind of situation you’ll be going into, it could be dangerous and I won’t let you do it alone, I forbid it.” Ron exclaimed hotly.

Molly shook her head at her youngest son and resisted smacking him soundly after the word forbid came out of his mouth, she’d wait until after the discussion to do it when he least expected it. The fact that one of her son’s believed he could actually forbid his wife from doing something made her want to teach him a lesson or two about what a marriage entitled him to do and what it did not.  Of course, she wasn’t too happy that her daughter-in-law was going alone, but Molly could see the reason behind the decision, even if she didn’t like it.

“Ronald Weasley, you’re my husband and I love you, so I am going to ignore the fact you think you can forbid me anything.” Hermione scowled at Ron, lifting an eyebrow in challenge at him and Molly’s son wisely chose to keep his mouth closed after that.

“How soon can it be done?” Bill leaned forward in his chair and clasped his hands in front of him on the table with a curious expression on his face. “Do you need help with the spell?”

“I brought everything with me tonight… I wanted do it here with all of you so that you could be here when they return home.” Hermione said with a smile.

“Excellent!” Fred grinned as he pushed his half finished meal away from him. “How about we get started then?”

“What a fantastic thought, Gred.” George replied as he grinned back at his brother.

“We’ll need room for the spell, maybe the family room?” Hermione said eagerly as everyone stood from the table.

Within minutes, the large Weasley family had taken seats in the family room, each with anxious looks on their faces as Hermione reviewed the spell book she had with her. Ron stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist as he watched her work nervously.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Hermione said finally after a long heavy silence in the room. She turned to Ron and kissed him with a desperate finality that broke Molly’s heart. “If I don’t return it because something went wrong, please don’t use the spell again.”

Ron vigorously shook his head and opened him mouth to speak, but Hermione pressed her fingers to her husband’s lips and stopped him. “Promise me!” She whispered. Molly could see the tears in her daughter-in-law’s eyes and felt a well of emotion at the sight.
Molly watched her youngest shake his head again, tears visible in his eyes as he spoke. “I can’t promise that, ‘Mione, don’t make me.”

“Ron, this spell has never been used to travel into the past, let alone the future, I don’t even know if it’s safe to use it as a form of time travel. I don’t want anyone else to try it if it doesn’t work, so promise me!”

Finally after a long silence, Ron’s shoulder’s fell and he nodded his head. “Fine, I promise.”

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll do everything I can to come back… I love you.” Hermione leaned in and gave Ron one last kiss. Then she stepped back, took a deep breath and began speaking the spell, her wand moving with controlled precision as she weaved the spell into existence.

Three long minutes after she began, Hermione spoke the last word of the spell and was gone from one moment to the next. Molly closed her eyes and said a silent prayer that the spell would work and return all of them home safely to her.

In the blink of an eye Hermione found herself standing in a shadowed bedroom, the last rays of the planet’s sun giving the room a warm glow to it as it slowly crested the horizon beyond the opened window shutters. Hermione looked around the quiet room, frowning as she tried to understand where she was and why Harry wasn’t there.

A soft snuffling noise came from behind her; Hermione turned towards the sound and found her eyes falling onto a baby’s crib. Quietly walking to it, Hermione smiled as she looked down at what could only be Harry’s daughter. The little girl, who looked as if she were less than a years old, looked back up from the crib at Hermione with startling greenish-silver eyes and a riot of messy black hair. The baby gave Hermione a garbled smile as she sucked a fist her into her mouth, drool dripping down the improvised toy.

Laughing, Hermione leaned down and threaded her hand through the curly raven hair of her niece and said, “Hello, sweetheart, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing near my daughter?” Growled a gravelly voice from behind Hermione.

Gasping, Hermione whirled around, wand held at the ready to defend herself. “Who are you?”

The source of the voice was a tall man who stood just inside the bedroom, a scowl on his face as he looked at her. The man was large and imposing, giving off a dangerous aura that exuded from every pore in his body, Hermione knew with one look that if she made one false move she wouldn’t even have time to scream before she was dead by his hand.

“Lady, I don’t have a lot of patience when it comes to Lyra’s protection, so answer now before I get a little shiv happy!” The man said darkly as he pulled two long curved knives from behind him, the blades deathly sharp and gleaming in the last light streaming in from the window.
Hermione’s mind whirled in question as she tried to understand who this man was and what he was to Harry. Could he truly be Harry’s mate? He’d said the baby was his daughter and it was obvious that the little girl was Harry’s…

“I’m Hermione Granger-Weasley… I’m looking for Harry Potter.” Hermione forced her voice to stay calm and even as she spoke.

“’Mione?”

Turning at the sound of the voice she hadn’t heard in what seemed like a lifetime, Hermione gasped as her eyes landed on Harry standing just behind the man in front of the doorway. “Harry? Merlin, it’s you!”

A second later, Hermione found herself grabbed up in a tight hug as Harry’s arms wrapped around her. Tears fell from her eyes as a sob broke free from her lips, the hollow sound echoing in the quiet room. They stood like that for a while, just holding on tight, until Harry pulled back with a smile.

“Rick, come here and meet one of my two best friends.” Harry turned and gave the man behind him a smile so bright and loving that Hermione was startled by its intensity. “Hermione Granger-Weasley meet Richard B. Riddick, my mate.”

‘Rick’ stepped up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, resting his chin on her best friend’s shoulder. The man caught Hermione’s gaze behind the odd dark goggles and gave a half nod in greeting.

“Hello.” Hermione said with a nervous smile as she looked at the odd picture in front of her.

Harry was still as compact and stunning as ever, wild raven hair, pale white skin, bright green eyes. He was happy and bright and everything good in the world… and his mate… well, he was Harry’s exact opposite. Riddick was tall, broad and muscular, with a dark tanned skin and an oddly attractive shaved head. He had a pair of dark goggles over his eyes, but behind them, Hermione could see just the faintest silver light when he was looking at her dead on. The voice was dark and gravelly and impossibly captivating… Hermione could see the why Harry would be attracted, even if the man gave off a deadly vibe that made her slightly nervous.

“It’s lovely to meet you. I know Harry had been dreaming about you for a while before they came here, so it wonderful to see that he finally met you after all.”

A cry from the crib kept her from saying anything more as Harry grinned at Hermione and walked over and picked up the little girl.

“Hey baby girl, did you finally wake up?” Harry cooed softly as he bounced his daughter in his arms and made his way to Hermione. “Hermione, meet Lyra Riddick-Potter, my daughter.”

“Oh god Harry, she’s beautiful.” Hermione gushed as she leaned down and took Lyra’s chubby fist and nibbled it, causing Lyra to giggle and nuzzle into Harry’s chest with a big smile. “How old is she? She looks like she’s at least a year or more?”

“Six months and growing so quickly. It’s the Furyan genes from her Papa, apparently Furyan children grow about a third faster than human children until around five or so, and then they grow at a more human pace.” Harry said with a soft smile as he looked back at his mate.

“Furyan?” Hermione asked with a frown.

“Riddick is from a race known as Furyan; a warrior species who I think might be descendants from a hierarchical magical race from Earth, they’ve got a magical core, though not nearly as large as ours’. Riddick and Lyra are the very last of the Furyan Alpha line.”

“What happened to them?” Hermione asked cautiously.

Her curiosity had been quickly peaked, but she treaded lightly due to the fact that Harry’s mate and daughter seemed to be the only living Furyan’s still alive.

“A war… an egomaniacal man with an army at his back who slaughtered an entire race because of a prophecy that said one of them would kill him,” Harry said quietly, tears in his eyes as he nuzzled Lyra’s temple, holding her tight against his chest.

Riddick took up his place behind Harry again and held both his mate and daughter as Hermione watched on with a sense of dread at her best friend’s word. No, please, not again, she thought as her heart tripped in terrified beat.

“Oh, Harry,” her voice caught in her throat as she whispered the words.

Hermione took a step closer, a million questions whirling in her mind, but unable to speak them. The terror of giving credence to what she hoped was only her own ridiculous fears for Harry and his new family.

“It’s alright, Hermione, it’s over. We’re all safe, Lyra’s safe, and the man and his army are gone.”

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank merlin!”

Harry laughed, tears still watering his eyes as they smiled at each other.

“It’s so good to see you, ‘Mione” Harry’s voice broke slightly as he spoke. “I missed you guys so much!”

“Well isn’t it lucky that I came to bring you guys back home, then?” Hermione laughed.

Harry frowned. “How? Matter of fact how did you even find us, let alone get here?”

“Well, a few weeks ago some… information came to light and it got me thinking about the spell Remus used to retrieve Sirius from the Veil. I researched it, but after a few weeks I realized the only way to know for sure if it worked was to cast the spell…”

“So here you are?”

“So here I am, ready to take you all home!” Hermione grinned brightly at Harry and his family. “Wait a minute, where are Remus and Sirius… they did get sent here with you, right?”

Harry nodded quietly, the light in his eyes just a little bit dimmer than a minute before. “Yeah they did. They’re just visiting a neighbor who lost his wife recently… he’s not taking it very well.”

“Oh.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Hermione spoke again. “You do want to come back, right?”

Harry rolled his eyes at her. “Hermione don’t be stupid, of course we do. We’ve spent the last two years trying to find a way home without much luck.”

“So it’s been two years for you all?”

“Uh huh, how long for you guys?”

“Four months.”

“That’s it?”

She nodded, a tear falling from her one of her eyes. “Four of the longest months of my life.”

Walking towards her, Harry wiped her wet cheek with his free hand and then promptly plopped Lyra in her arms. “Here, hold her while I start packing everything up.”

Hermione grinned, taking her squirming niece into her arms as Harry and Riddick started going through the room deciding what to keep and what to leave behind. Soon the house was left filled with mostly furniture that Harry had no attachment to, except for the rocking chair that had sat by Lyra’s crib. Harry had carefully shrunk the carved wooden chair first, placing it lovingly into the bag he had charmed to carry all their possessions as he told Hermione that Riddick had carved it for him after he gave birth to their daughter. He has a soft loving smile on his face the whole time he spoke.

Hermione had been completely charmed by Harry’s devotion to Riddick and how much the unusual man seemed just as devoted to Harry. Riddick was a quiet man who spoke little, but always with careful choice and deliberate action. She could see how much the man loved and protected his family and she couldn’t ask for more for Harry.

Two hours later, Hermione stood with Harry and his family in the kitchen. Sirius and Remus had come home not long after Harry had begun packing, and, after a series of hugs and excited plans about returning home, they had quickly packed their belongings.

They were ready to go home.

“Ready?” Hermione asked.

Harry smiled and nodded, grabbing Riddick’s hand as he held Lyra close to his chest. Remus and Sirius grabbed each other’s hands as Remus grabbed Hermione’s to link all of them together.

Meeting everyone’s eyes one last time, Hermione began casting the spell, three minutes later they left Helion Prime for the last time.

The end.

Author’s Note: Okay, phew, done! Took forever, but the series is now complete. Finito! :p
This isn’t beta’d and I’m not completely happy with a few parts, but I wanted to get this posted and finished. I hope you all enjoyed the series. I want to thank all of you who have read and left reviews/feedback on the series. I’ve really enjoyed writing this and the encouragement you have all given me to continue this on to the end of the line. Thanks again and don’t forget to leave a review and let me know what you think of the epilogue!

Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Chapter Rating: PG-13 for some mild language and homophobia.
Chapter Wordcount: 3,023

A month passed with Harry and his family living in Forks. It seemed that the Cullens and Harry’s family had an instant camaraderie and became rather close. Jasper and Ron seemed to find endless enjoyment in the tales of war and history each seemed to have boundless knowledge on. Hermione made quick friends with Carlisle who offered sage advice in Hermione’s wish to become a healer after graduating high school.

At times Harry was surprised at how seamlessly the two families appeared to come together and form fast and lasting friendships. It made him happy as no matter the state of his relationship with Edward, it looked as if he would be in Harry’s life for a long time to come.

For Harry, growing closer to Edward and seeing a completely different side of the Cedric he once knew was both thrilling and heartrending. When they were together there were things that Edward did that reminded him so much of Cedric and for a few moments he could fool himself into believing that Cedric never disappeared and that they had been together from the beginning, happily raising Lilu together as a family. However, there were other times when Edward would act a certain way or do something that was so wholly different than the boy he once knew that he found it hard to keep the smile on his face, even though the pain caused by the loss of all that Cedric was felt like it was killing him.

However knowing Edward was a bittersweet gift that, no matter the sadness it caused, he couldn’t make himself regret being given it.

The little freak was doing it again, taking Edward’s attention away from her and Bella was livid. For close to a year, Bella had been the center of Edward’s world and she had relished the attention and affection he had given her. She had slowly been changing Edward’s mind on her being turned and she had been sure that come her eighteen birthday she would become a vampire.

Now, with the arrival of the freaks and the little freak baby, Edward was worried about turning her and having a newborn around them. Newborns were controlled by their hunger and for at least a few months wouldn’t be able to control their baser instincts. Edward was worried the baby would be in danger because of her! Bella had seethed when he told her that; he was putting some disgusting freak of nature ahead of her and she would suffer for it. It had taken all her willpower to not say anything and just smile and act all understanding. She had known if she tried to argue against him that it would be another fight and put even more distance between them.

Since Harry had come to town, Edward had been less invested in Bella’s needs and wants, finding a problem with everything she seemed to do now. So Bella had tried to make Harry less appealing and had used all her skills to do it. She had spread rumors about Harry liking cock and his gay godfathers, how they were freaks and got involved with gay orgies and drugs and anything else she could think up. Soon all anyone could talk about was Harry taking it up the ass and being a cock whore, her favorite nickname so far by the way, and she loved it.

Bella had even told Jacob and the other Quilete pack about Harry being gay and how they were wizards and witches. Jacob and his friends had sneered and heckled Harry every time they saw him in town and Bella could have kissed Jacob for doing exactly what she wanted him to do.

Edward hadn’t been happy that Bella told Jacob, but she had played it off as her just needing a friend to talk to about the new developments in their lives. She had pouted and whined and before she knew it, Edward had caved and nodded in understanding, kissing her afterwards.

She figured it might take some time, but Bella would make Edward see Harry for the little freak he was and then things would go back to how they should be; with Edward completely centered on Bella.

Jasper had been a vampire for close to a hundred and fifty years and throughout that time he had become very skilled with his empathic power. He could discern even the simplest of feelings in a chaotic swirl of emotions. It was both a gift and curse, sometimes the latter far more than the former, but he accepted it as his lot in his long undead life.

Since the Lupin-Black family came into town, specifically since Harry and his daughter Lilu appeared in Edward’s life, Jasper had been both confused and troubled by the emotions he felt from his brother and the teen wizard. Whenever Jasper was around Harry he felt waves of emotions coming off the young wizard, the extent and depth of them at times staggered him. It was jumble of longing, love, want, anger, sadness, compassion, understanding, trepidation, need, lust… they all swirled around each other like a tornado, nearly overpowering the emotions of everyone else nearby. They confused Jasper because he was fairly sure that Harry’s emotions were for Edward and had been since the first time they had saw each other across the crowded school cafeteria.

Edward’s were the same whenever he was around Harry or Lilu, though they were unusually muted, as if a blanket had been laid over them and muffled the strength of the emotions. In Edward’s case, Jasper could sense almost the same emotions as Harry, but confusion, frustration and protectiveness as well. They seemed to exude from Edward with a force that Jasper had never felt before. What made everything even more perplexing was that Edward seemed to be just as confused about the emotions as Jasper was.

Then one day Jasper sat in the Cullens’ living room with Harry and Esme as they played with Lilu while Edward watched nearby. Edward’s emotions were as passionate and chaotic as they had always been since the family had arrived in their lives… it was then that he decided that he needed to speak to Carlisle about what he was feeling. Carlisle always had sage advice whenever Jasper came to him, even if he couldn’t give any answers, he was there to help lend an ear when needed.

Jasper waited until Edward took Harry and Lilu home before he approached Carlisle. As Edward’s car pulled away from the house, Jasper knocked on Carlisle’s office door.

“Come in, Jasper.”

Walking in and taking a seat, Jasper debated on how he should approach the subject. “I wanted to speak to you about the strange emotions I have been reading from Harry and Edward lately.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you would approach me about that,” Carlisle said quietly, the calm and patient expression on his face as always allowed Jasper to be at ease and speak his mind.

“When I am around Harry he has this constant aura of loneliness and loss, as if a piece of him is actually missing and he’s not quite whole. And when he is near Edward for a little while it’s as if that missing piece isn’t so big, still there, but not nearly so painful.” Jasper rubbed his chest absently, even the memory of that feeling caused an ache in his chest that if he were human would no doubt crippled him with agony. “When they are together, I feel this overwhelming depth of emotion, of love and need and pain… They both exude it with such power that I’ve never felt before. I’m worried, Carlisle, of what it all means and what it can do to both of them and to our family.”

Carlisle leaned forward over his desk, elbows on the surface as he steepled his hands together with a considering look. Jasper felt concern, worry, joy, sorrow, confusion and he wondered what the patriarch of his family was thinking.

“I have been aware for some time that there is some underlying connection between Harry and Edward, though my suspicions have been simply that until now.” Carlisle paused, a frown creasing the elder vampire’s forehead for a moment before he spoke. “I believe Harry is Edward’s true mate, however the issue has been clouded by Bella’s singer blood. Edward holds steadfast to Bella being his mate, though he has confessed to the same emotions you have described.”

Jasper had considered the possibility as the cause of the emotions between the two. Since the beginning of Edward’s relationship with Bella, the human had never exuded the feeling of love towards his brother. He knew the feeling of a mating bond; he had witnessed the strength of love between mates through the minds of his siblings and parents. What Bella felt for Edward was obsession, greed, resentment, lust… but not love. And for Edward, Jasper had never felt the emotion of love toward Bella from his brother; he felt affection, protectiveness, lust… but again, never love.

Jasper had believed for a while that Bella’s turning would be a disaster for his family, though he had kept the thoughts to himself. He had believed that in time Edward would realize that the human was not the one for him and his family would move on from Forks. However, the longer the two remained together, the more he felt as if Edward convinced himself of the idea that Bella was his mate as the fear of never finding his mate directed his actions with the human.

“So you believe that is the cause of the emotions?” Jasper asked after a few moments of contemplation.

“Not entirely,” Carlisle paused and cocked his head towards the door simultaneously with Jasper. Carlisle smiled. “Why don’t you all come in as you will hear this either way?”

The door to the office opened a half a second later and in filed Emmett, Rosalie, Alice and Esme.

“I knew that little human wasn’t his mate!” Rosalie exclaimed with a smug grin as soon as she passed the entrance to the office.

“Now, now, Rosalie, let your father continue, I wish to hear what he was going to say.” Esme shushed as she came to stand beside her husband with a concerned looked on her face. “Go ahead, my love.”

“Thank you, dear. As I was saying, I do not believe everything Jasper is feeling from the two is completely caused by the two being mates.”

“What then?” Emmett asked as he leaned forward, eagerly moving nearer to their father’s desk in his curiosity.

“I believe somehow Harry and his family were acquainted with Edward before their move to Forks.”

Jasper felt the surprise, confusion, curiosity, fear, excitement, smugness from his family as they absorbed the news. The last two had come from his own mate and he turned with a questioning gaze towards her, but she just smiled and shook her head as a tiny giggle escaped her perfect lips. He frowned and turned back to his family as Rosalie and Emmett boisterously tried to find out what Carlisle meant.

Carlisle held his had up, silencing his brother and sister, before speaking again. “Since the beginning, they have all seemed inordinately comfortable with Edward and he with them. Edward has always been a very private and aloof person, but at times I have witnessed him laughing and joking with them as if they were old friends. There are looks passed from one of their family members to another when they watch Edward and Harry interact, a sort of sad indulgence and wary hope. However, what has cemented the idea in my mind was a snippet of a conversation I overheard between Sirius and Remus… they were softly arguing and I distinctly heard Remus tell Sirius that Harry would get hurt and that he didn’t want to see his cub lost and depressed when he lost Edward all over again.”

“How would they have known Edward before coming to forks? Edward has always been with our family since the beginning, except for the short years when he moved away from the vegetarian life and that was over seventy years ago… Besides, Edward would remember them, wouldn’t he?” Esme asked quietly as she worried her hands in her lap, the concern for her son prevalent in her mind.

“It is unclear, but I do believe that they know more than they are telling us.” Carlisle answered seriously as he heaved an unnecessary sigh.

Jasper felt a spike of worry from Alice and he turned to her. “Alice?”

“They are keeping secrets, but they believe it is for everyone’s good, especially Edward’s. They mean us no harm and we should trust their judgment…”

“Have you had another vision?” Carlisle questioned.

“It is all from the same vision I had shortly before they arrived. There are several possible outcomes to this all, some good and some bad, but I have hope that everything will work out for the better.” Alice smiled hopefully at them as she spoke.

“What kind of bad things?” Rosalie demanded.

“I can’t say, it would alter the outcome, but I can say that the bad does not come from their doing… other factors bring it to us.” Alice hmm’d quietly after she spoke and then gave them all a dreamy smile and flounced out of the room.

“I say we leave Forks, we’ve been here to long as it is… they are all a danger to us.” Rosalie gritted out as she turned to their father.

“Babe, we don’t even know that anything bad is going to really happen,” Emmett started, but stopped as Rosalie leveled a glare on him.

“Rosalie, leaving Forks is premature at this time. We do not know all the details and we cannot forget that Edward has strong ties to Harry… I would wager that no matter how hard he tries to deny the connection, the prospect of leaving him behind would not be an option for Edward.”

Rosalie huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Jasper felt the struggle she had with the knowledge heard in the last few minutes and the numerous questions the information had only succeeded in bringing forward. His sister tried to hide her love for her family and her concern for their safety behind indifference and bitchiness, but he knew she worried about losing them and it scared her. He worried as well that his family was in danger and the future being unclear only made the worry grow stronger.

It was quiet in the car as Edward drove Harry and his daughter home after visiting with Edward’s family, but the silence wasn’t awkward, it felt comfortable. Lilu was snuffling sleepily in the back seat, babbling softly every so often as she tried to fight the afternoon naptime that was quickly approaching. The sound put a smile on his face and he shared a grin with Harry.

“She’s very stubborn about giving into her naptime,” Harry said softly with a grin. The light in his eyes dimmed and his smile took a sad turn as he spoke again. “She reminds me of her father when she’s like this… he was stubborn as a mule when it came to some things. During the Tri-Wizard Tournament he was very protective of me, even before we began dating. He knew I wasn’t too keen to be involved with it in the first place and tried to convince Dumbledore several times to allow me to remove myself from the tournament.”

“As he should have, the tournament wasn’t safe as it was for an adult, for you it was idiocy for them to make you participate!” Edward seethed as he gripped the steering wheel.

Harry turned towards Edward with a frown on his face and whispered, “That’s exactly what Cedric said…”

Edward forcefully unclenched his fists from around the steering wheel and tried to place the words and the anger that felt so familiar when he thought about the conversation. He could physically feel the deep seeded anger he had for Harry’s Headmaster and the officials who had allowed Harry to be a champion even though he had no desire to be a part of it or the spell knowledge to find a way to get his name in the running in the first place. It had been obvious that other factors were at work with Harry being in the tournament.

The last thought made him frown in confusion as he fumbled for an excuse for why he would have such intimate knowledge of the situation, but he was unable to find one. His ability to read minds was still just as ineffective with Harry and his family as it had been from the beginning, so that wasn’t the reason. His confusion left him floating in unknown territory as he placed it with so many of other instances where he had known something about Harry or his family that he shouldn’t have or times when he could vividly recall flashes that he couldn’t explain… of a younger Harry walking with him through a castle, of Edward nibbling his neck and causing a whimper to break from Harry’s kissable lips… He wanted to know what it all meant and the more he tried to understand it, the less he was sure of what was real and what was imagined.

Edward turned towards Harry and saw the wizard frowning as he nibbled his bottom lip, without thinking he cupped Harry’s cheek with his hand, letting his thumb brush softly against Harry’s bottom lip. Harry gasped at Edward’s touch and Edward hurriedly removed his hand from his skin, turning back to watch the road as he slowed the car down to turn onto the driveway towards Harry’s home.

The last few minutes of the drive up to the house were awkwardly quiet as Edward ignored Harry’s questioning gaze. He knew it was childish, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit why he’d done it… to Harry or even to himself.

TBC…

Title: Fade Into Darkness – Chapter 7/8
Fandoms: Harry Potter/The Chronicles of Riddick
Pairing: Riddick/Harry, Remus/Sirius
Chapter Rating: LightR
Chapter Word Count: 1,250
Series: Sequel to Animalis
Spoilers: General spoilers for HP7. Spoilers for all of The Chronicles of Riddick.
Overall Warnings: M/M explicit sex, past mPreg, male lactation, D/s themes, violence, language, minor character deaths.
Summary: When an unexpected visitor arrives bearing another fateful prophesy, Riddick and Harry’s lives are overturned and they must fight to save not only their lives, but the life of their daughter as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick, nor do I make any profits from these writings.
Beta: Sorry this is not beta’d, so there are bound to be some errors that I missed while editing.

There were few things in the universe that could make a man like Richard B. Riddick feel fear the likes of which he felt at that moment, but the sight of his mate having a long nine inch blade thrust forcefully into his chest was definitely one of them. Riddick gave a momentary stumble, his chest clenched tight in shock at the sight of Harry staggering backwards with a cry, the long blade pulling from his chest as he fell, its surface covered and dripping in the blood of his mate.

The sight caused a primal roar of rage to erupt from his lips and he saw red. The cries of his daughter as she was ripped from the arms of his mate by the Necro leader only incensing him even more and he barreled through the oncoming wave of Necros. He cut and hit and kicked and whipped his way through the enemy, killing every last Necro that blocked the path to his mate. The all consuming fury controlled him, the need to kill and bathe in the blood of his enemies, to rend flesh from bone for the act of injuring his mate. The beast inside him growled and snarled like a caged animal with little heed for anything, but the protection of his mate and child.

He heard the screams of his victims, bared his teeth and snarled as their cries faded away and were replaced by the smell of his mate’s blood, his daughter tears and the slowing heartbeat of his kitten.

Just as he came within ten feet of the soon-to-be dead man that held his Lyra, her skin began to glow, a silver and blue light pouring from every inch of her exposed skin. Lyra still crying thrust her arms out towards Harry’s still form on the floor and tried to wiggle away from the Lord Marshall. Her screams growing louder and louder as the light grew brighter in her anger.

Then in the blink of an eye, a burst of silvery blue light erupted from Lyra’s small body like a massive explosion, passing through everyone in the room, laying waste to every Necro it touched. It was like a switched was flipped in their bodies and they fell dead without even a sound. Riddick could hear bodies falling out past the room and throughout the ship, a deathly silence taking the place of the sound of thousands of Necros within its hull just moments ago.

Once the light faded away, Riddick saw a sobbing Lyra clutched in the hands of the dead Lord Marshall, his hands unnaturally stiff around her chest. Riddick heard Sirius and Remus running towards them and felt more than heard, the thump of Sirius falling to the floor beside Harry and murmuring healing spells as quick as he could.

Pulling Lyra into his arms and holding her close, Riddick dropped down beside him mate, waiting to see those beautiful green eyes open once again.

“Come one, Kitten, open those eyes.” Riddick breathed softly as Lyra sobbed quietly into his neck, her tiny fists clutching his bloody armor tightly.

Riddick wasn’t a man of prayers or faith, but he found himself praying to a god he’d parted ways with long ago, asking for a miracle he never thought he’d be willing to ask for. His kitten was his everything, sappy as it sounded, and Riddick was willing to drop down on his knees and pray to a god he’d hated since he could form the opinion and pledge anything to make his mate healthy one again.

“Oh Merlin, Cub, why does this always happen to you?” Remus whispered brokenly as he kneeled near Harry’s head, letting his fingers card through the thick black messy hair as he kissed his forehead.

Riddick watched as Sirius worked, slowly closing the large wound in Harry’s chest and then murmuring other spells that had no outer effect, but Riddick was sure healed the wound the blade had caused inside Harry’s chest.

“Corpus Valetudo.” Sirius murmured with a flick of his wand after a few minutes and a small transparent 3D image appeared near his wand that had all of Harry’s vital stats on it. Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Riddick. “He’s going to be alright, I was able to close the wound before he lost too much blood, he’ll probably sleep for quite a while and he’ll be weak for at least a few days, but he’ll be okay. He would heal quicker if we could find the right ingredients to brew a few potions to help him along though.” Remus hummed in agreement as he continued to run his fingers through Harry’s hair. After a few moments, he stood up and moved to take Lyra from Riddick’s arms. “We should leave… just encase someone comes looking for answers. I’ll take her, you carry Harry, Riddick.”

Nodding, Riddick passed his daughter to her grandfather, shushing her quietly when she didn’t like being taken from her Papa and tried to keep a hold of him. Then Riddick carefully bent down and placed an arm under Harry’s knees and back, holding him as if he were irreplaceably fragile within his arms. Even in his unconscious state, Harry mewed softly in Riddick’s arms and tucked his head under Riddick’s chin where it fit perfectly, just like every other part of Harry did with Riddick.

For a moment Riddick allowed his emotions to take over and he gave a heavy sigh as he kissed Harry lips, breathing in the scent of his mate and the comfort the smell brought him.

“Where’s the Elemental?” Sirius asked, his voice breaking through the silence and Riddick’s thoughts, as Sirius looked across the room at the chains that had previously kept her grounded in a pile near the door.

Riddick shrugged. “She did her thing and left. Not much keeping here now that the fucking balance has been restored.” Riddick growled at the Elemental’s disappearing act after putting his family through what she had, fuck the reasons for it.

Three minutes later, Riddick and his family quietly left the Necromonger ship unnoticed as the survivors who had somehow evaded the invading army were slowly filtering out into the streets and celebrating. Bodies of the Necromonger were littered throughout the streets and the locals held little respect for them as they trampled over their corpses in cries of victory.

Riddick felt little sympathy for the Necros, they had threatened his family and deserved the fate that had been handed to them. Tucking his mate closer to him, Riddick led his family back to their home without a backward glance.

‘The plague known as Necromonger is ended, sent to a final end by a child that was never meant to be, but is. The Balance of the universe, at times so delicate and fragile, has proven itself to be as fierce and vengeful as Fate herself. The two have woven their magic once again, diving life and good heath, death and justice in a tale as old as time.

The gift of life stolen from the hands of those who had yet to be gifted with it has been restored once again. Other threats will come along, both big and small, but the Balance and Fate will do their duty as always and prevail. Life will continue to flourish in the stars as it has since the dawn of time, stretching out unto the outer most limits of the universe and beyond.’

TBC in the Epilogue…

Author’s Note: Okay, so all we have now is the Epilogue… I have been debating how I wanted to end this story since the very beginning and I have actually plotted out and half written two epilogues. I decided to go with the one I originally plotted out first, but if you all would like, I can post the alternate ending as a sort of “DVD extra.” Let me know what you all think. Anyways, seeing as I have the epilogue half written it will probably be next week sometime before I post the official epilogue. So see you all then, and remember, reviews are my bread and butter! ;p

Title: Fade Into Darkness – Chapter 6/8
Fandoms: Harry Potter/The Chronicles of Riddick
Pairing: Riddick/Harry, Remus/Sirius
Chapter Rating: R
Chapter Word Count: 3130
Series: Sequel to Animalis
Spoilers: General spoilers for HP7. Spoilers for all of The Chronicles of Riddick.
Overall Warnings: M/M explicit sex, past mPreg, male lactation, D/s themes, violence, language, minor character deaths.
Summary: When an unexpected visitor arrives bearing another fateful prophesy, Riddick and Harry’s lives are overturned and they must fight to save not only their lives, but the life of their daughter as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddick, nor do I make any profits from these writings.
Beta: Sorry this is not beta’d, so there are bound to be some errors that I missed while editing.

Chapter Six

Riddick awoke with a start, jumping up, body tense for battle as he looked around the hanger. The hum of a ship’s engine droned behind him and Riddick’s head snapped towards the sound, looking out across the planet now covered in the full force of the sun’s heat. The Necro ship lifted off from the airstrip, rising high into the sky.

“Harry…” Riddick whispered as he watched the ship disappear into the fire storm covering the earth.

“I was supposed to deliver a message to you… if Vaako failed to kill you.” Spoke a voice from behind Riddick.

Turning, Riddick saw the Necro purifier from Helion Prime. The man proceeded to remove all of his Necro jewelry silently as he looked at Riddick with an expression Riddick couldn’t figure out.

“…a message from the Lord Marshal himself. He tells you to that he has no grievance with you, only with the continued existence of the child. He offers a… trade, if you will. Forfeit the life of the child, your mate and any other familial connections you have in this ‘verse… Stay away from the Necromongers, away from him… and in return, you’ll be hunted no more. But Vaako will most likely report you as dead anyhow. So this is your chance. Your chance to do what no man has ever done; escape the lifelong hunt that would surely come and disappear into the black of space.” The Necro smirked as he watched Riddick reaction to the offer. “But I don’t see that happening, do you?”

Riddick growled and stepped closer to him, his face pulled tight in rage that they would even think he would just let them take his family and kill them. “I’ll gut every one of you Necro’s and bathe in your blood before you fuckers get a hold of them!”

“I am not surprised,” the Necro replied softly.

“Harry, did they get him and the other man? Where will they take them?”

“Yes… the Lord Marshall wants to be assured that the threat against him has been eradicated and commanded that they be brought back to Helion Prime. He wants to see your mate and family for himself, to satisfy his curiosity, before he has them executed … before your child is executed.”

Riddick’s hand shot out and gripped the man’s leather clothes, pulling him closer as he growled, “He has Lyra?”

“A man and an infant child were recovered in a ship thirty minutes ago, while trying to hide behind the shadow of one of the planet’s moons. The Lord Marshall demanded that they be brought before him before disposal.” The purifier answered quietly as he firmly pulled himself away from Riddick’s grip. Stepping back, the man’s eyes took on a faraway look and he spoke again. “I once had a mate such as yours. He lit up the room with a simple smile and spent his life as a soldier, feeling the call of duty to Furya, to protect it, them.” He turned to Riddick with a pained look on his face and fingered a faded claiming bite on his throat. “He was one of the first to fall the first day the Furyan capital was invaded. I felt it as with his last breath he fought them, until there was no more to give and our bond was broken.”

Turning towards the open hanger doors, he looked out onto the planet being ravaged by unimaginably hot winds, the face of the planet being scraped away by the sheer heat of the sun’s angry fire.

Turning back towards Riddick he spoke again. “We all began… as something else. I’ve done… unbelievable things… in the name of a faith that was never my own. Betrayed my mate’s memory, for what? The few extra decades of a life that has taken away my name, my identity, my honor…” He stood quietly for a moment and Riddick saw a flash of emotion as the man battled his inner beast. “The Necromonger in me warns you not to go back. But the Furyan in me… hopes you won’t listen. God knows… I’ve dreamed of it.”

Walking towards the edge of the hanger, he stopped just before the sunlight would have hit him. “Go save your mate and child… help her rid this ‘verse of the Necromongers that plague it.”

“How is she supposed to do that? She’s five months old!” Riddick rumbled in anger, clenching his fists as he glared at the man.

“There is a gift that some Furyans are blessed with. It is known as the Wrath of the Furyan. The priesthood believed that our people are more in tune with the energy of the universe, able to adapt it and use it to send a blast of energy spiraling out from their bodies. There were tales told of some that were able to access energy on unimaginable scales and they were the reason that Furya prospered for millennia even though the systems around were conquered and rebuilt by invading armies.”

“Then why didn’t it work when the Necros came?”

“As Furya fell Chancellor Hurnan asked the same question of the priesthood and they told him that Furyans over time had lost touch with the energy around us and recorded events of the gift lessened. Furya was known through the ‘verse as a planet of warriors who were unconquerable, the legend of our strength kept most away for hundreds of years… When the Necromongers finally invaded, the Furyan people could not access the energy any longer.” He paused and then turned his head to meet Riddick’s eyes. “But your wizard mate, with his curious alien ancestry, has bridged the gap needed and allowed your child to access the Wrath of the Furyan once more. She can do what I and so many before me failed to do for so long; kill the Lord Marshall and all of his followers… allowing the Furyan race to finally be at peace.”

The purifier gave one last look at Riddick as he spoke. “May the blood of our enemies be spilt this night and may the spirits of our people be finally set free.”

With that he walked out into the sun’s deadly light, shielding his face feebly from the storm that soon would rip the flesh from his bones. He began to stumble as he skin was burned and torn from his body, floating away as ash as the wind took it. He fell to the ground below as he leather clothing went next, leaving his body naked to the harsh winds and heat around him. Picking himself back up, he gave one more step and then crumbled to the ground, his body almost nothing more than the burnt bones and ash.

Riddick stood there for a moment, looking at the crumbled form of the dead Furyan with a storm of emotion in his eyes, before turning away from the burnt husk left and quickly preparing the shuttle for a quick departure. As Riddick plotted a course to Helion Prime and pushed the engine to its limit, he hoped that he could reach the planet before the Necros… before it was too late. Growling to himself, he ignored the last thought and sent the ship rocketing into the black towards Helion Prime.

Landing on the planet undetected, Riddick quickly made his way through the destroyed streets of New Mecca towards the Necro fleet. A sound made him pause and slip back into a shadowed doorway, his shivs sliding soundlessly from their sleeves.

Two Necros slowly made their way down the street, checking for any stragglers as they moved. Just before they passed the doorway, Riddick launched himself onto one, slicing just below the soldier’s helmet, giving a feral growl as he sliced skin from ear to ear, blood spurting out and onto the other soldier as it burst from the severed neck. Before the other could even react, Riddick gave a perfectly balanced roundhouse kick, sending the soldier flying back against the crumbling wall behind him and impaling him on a loose rebar sticking out of it. The soldier coughed up blood, the warm red liquid dribbling down his chin as he gasped his last breath and moved no more.

Riddick quickly striped the armor from the first soldier and put it on. Picking up the blood spattered helmet, Riddick wiped most of it off and then slipped it over his head, his glowing silver eyes the only recognizable feature left to see. Grabbing one of the guns, he jogged through the streets unhindered by the other Necro soldiers under the guise of his Necro armor.

Twenty minutes later, he reached the lead ship. Slipping unheeded through the front entrance as Necromongers come and go, he made his way through the ship scenting out his mate and child as he searched. As he passed a closed doorway, Riddick stopped as the smell of his mate reached him, causing a low growl to form as the scent of his mate’s fresh blood filtered to him. Opening the door, Riddick eased his way quietly through a gathered crowd of Necromongers that stood in front of the Lord Marshall who sat regally on his throne.

Harry, Sirius and Remus stood in front of the throne, each bloody and bruised, but with almost identical looks of pure hatred on their faces. Harry looked ready to kill, his tail whipping back and forth in agitation as he hissed at the gathered crowd. Riddick grinned at the sharp teeth his kitten bared.

Assured his mate was well for the moment, Riddick began looking around the room frantically for Lyra. The gathered crowd was over two hundred plus and Riddick became more furious the longer it took him to find her. Then, a quiet hiccupping sob reached his ears and Riddick snapped his head towards the sound. A soldier had one hand wrapped around Lyra’s throat and another under her body, he was sneering in disgust as he held her as far away from himself as he could get. Growling in rage, Riddick gave a feral grin, thinking of how he would take pleasure in ending the soldier’s worthless life very soon.

A small hiccupping sob echoed through the throne room, its sound floating unhindered in the unusually quiet room. A hundred Necromonger soldiers and the lords and ladies of the Necromonger upper-class stood sneering condescendingly at Harry and his ragged family.

Harry scowled right back at them, giving a particularly scorching glare at the soldiers behind Sirius, Remus and him who had their weapons aimed at the wizards. He angrily looked around for any way to free them and get as far away from any system that had even heard of the Necromongers. The safety of his family was everything to him and he would do everything, even die to see that Lyra and his godfathers made it out alive.

Seeing Riddick’s still lifeless form on the tarmac being burnt in the Crematorian sun had felt like his own death, nearly crippling him with the pain of it. The knowledge that he would never see his mate again, would never be held in those strong muscular arms again, never hear that smooth growling voice… Harry’s heart felt like it was dying; shriveling up into a lifeless husk as he moved farther away from the moment of Riddick’s death. He wanted to die with his mate, wanted to be in the afterlife with him, but no matter how much Harry loved his mate and would miss him, he wouldn’t abandon their daughter to this world. She would keep him alive, her sweet smile and laughter, her pale silver and green eyes. She was a perfect mixture of Riddick and Harry; a lasting sign of the mate Harry would live the rest of his life without.

Another sob echoed through the room, louder than before, drawing Harry’s pain filled eyes to his daughter. He hated seeing her in distress, hated not being able to take her into his arms and sooth her tears. He had been able for a short time to hold her in his arms during the trip back to Helion Prime, but they had ripped her from his arms as soon as they had touched down on the planet. Harry’s pleas had gone ignored and his attempts to take her back from the soldier holding her had led to more beatings for not just Harry, but Sirius and Remus as well.

Now as they stood in front of the Lord Marshall, leader of the Necromongers, Harry was scared for the first time in a very long time. The lives of his child and godfathers as well as his own were in danger and he feared that they wouldn’t be able to find a way to escape before the Lord Marshall ordered their deaths.

Looking to the entrance to the large room as Harry saw movement in the corner of his eye, Harry saw a soldier weaving quietly through the others; head down as he moved closer to the front of the crowd near him. There was something familiar about the way the soldier walked and carried himself that reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t place who exactly. And then, as the soldier reached the front of the crowd he raised his head, Harry’s emerald eyes met a pair of glowing silver ones that he had thought he’d never see again.

Giving a low whimper, Harry unconsciously took a step towards him mate, the need to be held in Riddick’s arms overpowering every common sense he had to stay still. He gave a sharp cry as the soldier behind him pulled him back roughly by the hair, clearing the fog from him mind and making him pay attention once again.

Harry looked back at his mate with a soft smile on his face and his smile only grew wider at the smirk Riddick aimed at him as if to make sure Harry never again doubted his mate’s ability to survive and protect his family. A burst of anticipation coursed through his body at the smirk, and he knew that it was all going to be alright, with Riddick by his side they could get through anything.

“So this is the famed prophesy child that is supposed to defeat me…” Lord Marshall chuckled darkly as he sat on his throne looking down at Harry’s daughter. “Quite the big destiny for such a puny creature.”

Harry bared his teeth at the Necro, opening his mouth to speak, only to be preempted by Sirius.

“Don’t let her age fool you, her daddy proved a long time ago that prophesies have a way of coming true no matter how much you try and escape them… and their usually self-fulfilling at that.” Sirius grinned through the bruises and blood on his face, struggling against the soldiers that kept him in place. “It’s in her blood to rid the world of megalomaniac evil bastards with delusions of grandeur.”

Harry snorted and grinned at Sirius, Merlin, how he loved his godfather.

The Lord Marshall snapped up from his relaxed sprawl on his throne. “And what prophesy might that have been?”

Before Sirius could answer another voice spoke.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches … Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.” Aeron glided through the crowd, chains trailing behind her as she moved. “Fitting is it not that the daughter of a man that defeated the darkest wizard of his time and the man who previously held the honor of being your future conqueror, would be the one to finally defeat the plague known as Necromongers once and for all.”

“I think you are forgetting one simple, but rather important, fact.” Lord Marshall said smugly.

“And what is that?” Aereon asked in bored voice, dripping with disdain.

“That you are surrounded by the most feared army in the entire universe.” Snapping his fingers the Necromonger leader yelled. “Kill them now!”

At those words, Harry sprang forward towards the soldier who had taken his and Sirius’ wands on Crematoria, knocking him over and scrambling for the wands that fell from his grasp. He could hear Riddick’s growl from behind him as the sound of flesh meeting flesh and cries of pain echoed in the large throne room. Grabbing his own he glanced up and threw Sirius’ to him with a “Sirius, catch!” and then whirled around and pointed his wand at a screaming Lyra. “Accio Lyra!”

Lyra flew out of the arms of the soldier holding her wiggling and screaming body, and zoomed towards him. She made grabbing motions at Harry as she got closer to him. Taking her in his arms, Harry started whirling around sending spell after spell around at the attacking soldiers, silently praying for his spells to hit their targets.

“Reducto!” Yelled Sirius from behind Harry, a loud boom followed by screams of dying Necromongers just after.

Giving a feral grin, Harry fired off more spells. “Impedimenta! Reducto! Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra!” The cries of the wounded soldiers he cursed filled the air, as if a human orchestra with Harry as their maestro. The sound kept him centered and focused as he whirled around, crusing every Necro within his sight.

Turning to keep the other side of the room back, Harry jerked to an immediate stop as pain flooded from his chest outward. With a cry, Harry looked down in shock to see the hilt of a blade sticking out of his chest, blood starting to seep quickly from the wound. Lifting his eyes, Harry saw the smug grin of the Lord Marshal in front of him and he moaned in agony. Harry stumbled back, his body no longer listening to the commands he tried to give it. Holding Lyra tight, Harry tried to keep her with him, but she was ripped from his arms. Her screams made his heart constrict as he realized that he was dying and leaving her with an uncertain future. Harry heard Riddick roar his name from what seemed like a long ways away as he fell to the hard marble floor below him.

“Riddick… Lyra,” Harry sobbed brokenly as his vision began to fade.

Lyra’s cries only got louder and she began to glow a silvery blue, Harry’s mind noted in the background that it reminded him of Riddick’s eyes just before everything went black.

TBC…

AN #2: I know a cliff hanger, but I couldn’t resist. *g* So, it seems my muse is back in full force, a benefit to all of you readers. This is the second to last chapter so I am optimistic that this fic will be finished by the end of the month. Thanks for reading and remember reviews do a body good! *g*

Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language and Homophobia.
Word Count: 4,812 *g*
Beta: Sorry, this is unbeta’d, so beware of errors. I checked it over twice, but I am sure some things escaped my notice.
Author’s Note: OMG, I finally updated this story!! It took forever, but I think my muse for it is back, at least for now. I found a lovely pic of two men embracing the other day and I thought I would be perfect for a manip of Edward/Harry, so after I made a new banner for the fic, it got my creativity following. So, not only do you all have a new chapter, but there is also some fanart included. Yay!!!

Chapter 5

The day turned out to be just as bad as Harry thought it would. He weaved in and out of each class as if in a daze, his thoughts and emotions tying him up inside. Now that he was aware of Edward he seemed to see glimpses of him throughout the day. He’d ground his teeth every time he saw that girl with him. She seemed to spend her every moment hanging off of him, smiling and looking up at him with big doe eyes. The girl would flick her hair near him and he’d still for a moment as her scent floated around him, or she’d nuzzle him when he was talking to someone else, as if making sure he was constantly aware that she was there. She’d use a finger on his chin to redirect him when he looked away from her or touch him in a way that was guaranteed to get his attention… The girl seemed to desire every moment of Edward’s attention and wasn’t shy about using every means available to her to achieve it.

Lunch had been particularly difficult as the smallest vampire came to invite Harry, Ron and Hermione to sit with them.

The pixyish vampire bounced over to them as they finished selecting their lunches and gave them a huge smile. “Hi! I’m Alice Cullen… we haven’t met yet.”

“Um… hullo. I’m Harry and these are my friend’s Hermione and Ron.” Harry greeted slowly. The small vampire was overly chipper and friendly.

“My family and I were wondering if you’d like to sit with us today…” Alice asked eagerly her feet hardly touching the ground she was so exuberant.

“Um… i…”At his words Alice’s smile seemed to wane a little, the light in her eyes dimming slightly “…sure.” Harry said finally, unable to disappoint the almost child-like vampire. He was extremely nervous and agitated at the thought of being so near Edward, but he knew he would have to get used to having him so near, so unreachable.

They followed her over the Cullen’s table where the other two vampires and Edward’s human mate sat. Taking seat’s in nearby chairs, the three smiled politely as Alice introduced them all.

“This is Jasper and Edward and Edward’s girlfriend Bella.” Alice said as she sat beside Jasper and snuggled up to him with a pleased smile on her face.

“Hello.” Harry, Ron and Hermione greeted.

“So how do you like Forks?” Alice asked.

“It’s not too bad; reminds me of England, overcast and rainy most of the time.” Harry said with a shrug as he started to eat his lunch, trying very hard not to stare at Edward, but failing miserably. From beneath his eyelashes, Harry watched Bella scowl at Harry as they locked eyes. She scooted closer to Edward, smiling adoringly when he looked at her. Bella gave Harry a smug look after Edward casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer to him.

Picking up his orange from the tray, Harry began peeling the fruit. Starting from the top, he swirled around in layers until he reached the bottom, the rind coming off in one large continuous piece. He listened to the conversation between Hermione and Alice in the background as he worked. Once the fruit was completely peeled, he sectioned the fruit into bite size pieces and then began to eat. Taking a section and popping it into his mouth, Harry glanced up and found Edward watching him with a slight frown on his face.

“What? Do I have some food on my face or something?” Harry asked nervously as he wiped his face with a grimace.

Edward didn’t answer for a moment, as if debating whether or not to say the truth and then he said, “I just had the strangest sense of déjà vu.”

Hermione stopped speaking and laughed. “Oh that, yeah Harry’s slightly OCD about his food, he peels oranges the same way every time he eats one, but a lot of people are like that, maybe you’ve seen someone else do the same thing…”

Edward nodded, the frown still in place on his brow. “Must have.”

Harry bit his lip as he allowed himself to be carried away with the thought that maybe Cedric wasn’t lost to him for good, as the déjà vu feeling had to have been caused by a memory from Edward’s time as Cedric. Once Harry and Cedric had become an item, they had spent as much time together as possible, even meals. Harry couldn’t remember how many meals they had sat together in the Great Hall and how much Cedric had teased Harry good naturedly about the way he ate his food. The memories brought a smile to his face just thinking about them.

However, Harry’s happy little bubble was popped quickly as Bella leaned in against Edward and whispered something in his ear and giggled.

Harry sighed and turned towards Ron who was in the middle of a conversation with Jasper about the American Civil War of all things. The conversation continued on until lunch was nearly over and most of the other students had slowly filtered out of the cafeteria towards their next class.

“I spoke with my father about our conversation yesterday, Harry, and if you’re family is willing, he would like our families to meet and discuss what we all know.” Edward looked from Harry to Hermione and Ron and then back, gauging their reactions to the request.

Harry turned to Hermione and Ron and they had a silent conversation between the three. After Seven years together and fighting a war by each others’ sides, they could all read each other as easily as if the other two were speaking. Hermione seemed hesitant to bring more upheaval into their already stressed lives in Forks because of Harry and Edward’s connection, but was willing to defer to Harry on the final choice. Ron, as usual, wanted to get the lay of the land so to speak and was all for meeting the Cullen family and getting as much information on them as possible encase they had problems down the road.

Harry wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to get close to Edward and the Cullen family, he wasn’t sure if he could handle having Edward as a friend and knowing that Cedric was gone for good… but with their two families having a connection to the magical world and vampirism, they needed to make sure everyone was on equal footing to keep problems from developing.

“That sounds good, why don’t you all come over tonight at seven and let our families get to know each other?”

Alice nodded with a grin and hopped up from the table. “It’s a date then! We’ll see you all tonight at seven!”

She grabbed Jasper’s hand and dragged him with a smile out of the cafeteria with a wave goodbye. Just after Alice left the bell rang to announce the end of lunch and they all dispersed and headed to their next class.

Edward skillfully drove his Volvo down Hwy 101 at a high speed; his vampire reflexes making the speed seem like a leisurely jaunt compared to human standards. Bella sat quietly in the seat beside him while the rest of his family went on foot. She had insisted on coming to the meeting with Harry’s family and Edward had been forced to let her go, even though he believed that Harry hadn’t extended the invitation to her.

Even though it had been over five hours since lunch, Edward’s mind was caught on the scene he had witnessed in the cafeteria. Harry peeling that orange, though the simple act should seem like an everyday occurrence, felt significant though he couldn’t place why. As he had watched, the rind had come off the orange in a single bouncing curl from beginning to end and Edward had had a flash, just for a moment of watching a slightly younger Harry do the same thing with a secret smile on his face as he looked back at Edward.

The flash had only lasted a moment, but he couldn’t seem to get it out of his mind. That smile… it had seemed to be only for him and had made Edward feel as if he were invincible as long as it was directed at him.

Edward couldn’t explain the flash, but he considered the fact that maybe his ability was trying to find another way around the wall in Harry’s mind and had visually taken them from his mind, instead of auditorily. Though he couldn’t explain why he saw the vision from an outsider’s perspective instead of Harry’s.

Slowing down, Edward turned onto the long driveway that led to Harry’s family home and heard Bella gasp beside him as the house came into view.

“It’s even bigger than your family home.” Bella said in awe as she leaned forward to get a better look.

Edward had passed the home several times during its construction, but hadn’t seen it since it was completed. It was a beautiful masterpiece of architecture and finished it was breathtaking. The home had a very southern charm to it that surprised him as he hadn’t imagined a wealthy British family to take up residence in a home that looked like a typical Georgian mansion.

As he pulled the car into a spot near the garage, Edward’s family arrived through the trees surrounding the home. Getting out of the car, Edward walked around it and opened Bella’s door for her.

A minute later Carlisle leaned forward to knock on the front door, but was preempted by the door swinging open before his hand met the wood.

“You must be the Cullens, I am Remus Lupin and this is my husband Sirius Black-Lupin.”

Remus was a tall man in his forties with wavy brown hair that was peppered lightly with gray throughout. He had his arm wrapped around his husband, who had a large infectious grin on his face and long black hair that fell past his shoulders. Both had the smell of dog on them, Remus more than Sirius, but the smell wasn’t nearly as overpowering as the Quilete packs’ scent. Edward noticed that he was unable to hear their thoughts just like Harry, Hermione and Ron.

“It’s lovely to meet you. I am Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife, Esme and our children, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Edward and his mate Bella.” Carlisle pointed to each of them as he spoke.

“Why don’t you all come in?” They stepped back and Sirius led them through the entryway and into the living room.

Ron and Hermione stood as they entered and greeted them, Remus introducing them to Carlisle, Esme, Emmet and Rosalie, while Harry stayed in his seat where he seemed to have a lapful of a fussing baby in his arms.

“I’d get up and say hello, but she’s a little cranky as she didn’t have her nap today.” Harry said as he looked at Sirius, eyebrow raised.

“Hey, it’s my right to play with my granddaughter anytime I like,” Sirius started unapologetically but at the sound of Remus clearing his throat with a stern look at his husband he added, “Even if it was during her naptime.”

Harry laughed as Esme, Rosalie and Alice seemed to flock to him with smiles and cooing noises.

“May we get a little closer; it’s been a while since we were around a baby, and such an adorable one at that.” Esme asked cautiously before they got too close.

“Of course.” Harry answered as he turned the baby towards the room.

As soon as Edward got a good look at the baby, his senses seemed to go into overload as her scent reached him. He felt overwhelmed with a sense of longing and love, of protectiveness and the need to hold the little girl in his arms and never let go. If his vampire reflexes hadn’t been so strong he would have stumbled from the strength of the emotions. However, Jasper wasn’t so quick and he stumbled for a moment. He righted himself too quickly for human eyes, but Edward felt his family look at Jasper with questioning gazes. Jasper waved them away and caught Edward’s gaze with a frown on his face.

‘Edward, what was that?’ Jasper asked silently.

Unable to answer the question he gave a minute shake of his head and looked back towards Harry and the baby to see Rosalie with the softest smile on her face that Edward had ever witnessed in the seventy odd years that he had known her.

What’s her name?” Rosalie asked as she leaned down and smiled at the baby.

“Lily Lucianna Potter, but we call her Lilu.”

“She’s precious…” Rosalie murmured softly.

“Why don’t we all sit down and get to know each other.” Remus said after a few moments, gesturing for them to take a seat.

Sitting down on one of the large sectional cushions with Bella beside him, Edward returned to looking at Harry and Lilu. The girl had curly chestnut hair with red tones, pale alabaster skin and hazel-green eyes. She was beautiful.

“Why don’t I start us off?” Carlisle smiled at the humans. “I have been a vampire for close to four hundred years. When I became a vampire I was like most others, a blood thirsty creature with little self control. But as the years passed, I became to despise that life and the deaths I caused through my mindless hunger. I chose to become a vampire that feeds solely on the blood of animals, not humans. I continued on that way for many centuries. I chose to give back for the lives I had taken and turned to the practice of medicine to help those in need.”

Carlisle smiled at Edward as he spoke next. “It was in 1918 that I came upon Edward who had been hit by a vehicle and was dying.”

A slight gasp came from Harry and Edward turned to him in question. Harry and he stared at each other for a few moments, but then Harry turned back to Carlisle, worrying his bottom lip as he listened.

“I turned him. Edward lost his memory in the accident and so after a long debate, he chose the name Edward. He became my son in everything, but blood after that. A few years later found Esme and then later, Rosalie and she in turned saved Emmett from a bear attack. Alice and Jasper were already vampires when they came to us; it seemed Alice had a vision of them joining our little family.”

“A vision? Like a Seer?” Hermione asked excitedly.

“Yes, all vampires are created with a power from their strongest human quality or trait. Alice, though she can’t remember her life before being turned, believes that she had a small precognitive ability that was increased after her turning. Jasper has an empathic ability and is able to manipulate the emotions of those around him. Rosalie has an uncommon beauty, Emmett increased strength, Esme a nurturing instinct and me, a natural resistance to the call of blood.”

“And Edward?”

“He is able to read minds.”

“Really, can you read ours?” Hermione asked.

“No, all of your minds have a wall around them that keeps me out. I’ve never come across anyone I couldn’t read, except for Bella. It’s is unusual.”

“That’s probably because we are trained in Occlumency, the art of keeping your mind closed to someone with abilities such as yours.” Hermione smiled and cuddle closed it Ron. “It’s been useful over the last few years.”

“I want to assure you all that we are not a threat to your family. We all feed on the local wildlife, not humans.” Carlisle stated clearly.

“Oh, we already knew that. Our world has been aware of vampires for a long time and I knew as soon as I saw your golden eyes that you didn’t drink from humans.”

Emmett laughed. “That’s good.”

“Edward was telling me that Harry was able to identify him as a vampire, though most in this world believe us to be a myth. I had been curious as to how he knew or why he seemed to be so calm near such a fearsome creatures as legends foretell us to be? How is your ‘world’ aware of us?” Carlisle asked.

“Well, all of us come from a society that has been kept in secret for many centuries because of the persecution our ancestors received when they were out in the open. We are wizards and Hermione, and Lilu, witches. With a wand, and sometimes without one, we are able to manipulate magical energy to do our bidding.” Remus pulled his wand from his sleep and used a simple swish and flick motion while murmuring “Wingardium Leviosa.” The toy blocks beside his chair began to levitate in mid air only to slowly float back to the floor below them as he lowered his wand.

Edward had another moment of déjà vu as the spell was murmured, but this time no images came along with it. Why was the use of magic familiar? He hadn’t ever been near a person doing magic… he would remember something so life altering. Wouldn’t he?

“That is amazing!” Carlisle exclaimed with a large smile. “I have never seen something so spectacular in all my years. I am surprised that I’ve never come across a witch or wizard, as I have been on this earth close to four hundred years.”

“You probably have, but our government likes to keep a watchful eye on any breaches of the Secrecy Act. The only way our society has continued to exist without war with muggles, ah… the non-magical people, is by keeping the existence of the magical world a secret. When someone finds out about the magical world their memories of the event are usually removed by Aurors fairly quickly.” Sirius answered. “America’s a little different in that we are allowed to tell others about the magical world, but those who find out accidentally or through malicious events are Obliviated.”

“That doesn’t seem right, to have their memories erased without their consent.” Esme frowned as she spoke.

“I am not completely in agreement with the practices of the magical governments, but we have seen in the past that the knowledge of magic can bring fear into the minds of non-magical people. The Salem Witch Trials are one case in thousands over the last few millennia where fear of the unknown can warp what is right and wrong. Maybe one day the truth of our world can be common knowledge, but I don’t think it is possible right now.” Remus had a sad look on his face while he spoke. “I imagine you and those like you have similar rules?”

“The Volturi, vampiric royalty of sorts, have strict rules on secrecy as well, though they do not have the means to alter memories like your government.” Carlisle replied with a nod. “I believe you, Remus, and your husband are slightly different than the others, are you not?”

“When I was a boy I was attacked by a werewolf during the full moon and have since been afflicted by the lycanthropy virus. I only turn into a werewolf on the full moon, but have the senses and abilities of the wolf the rest of the time.”

“Only on the full moon, you can’t turn into a wolf anytime you want to?” Emmett asked. “The wolfs we know can do it anytime.”

“You know others wolfs?” Ron leaned forward into interest.

“The Quiltete Indian tribe in La Push are said to be descended from wolfs and have sentries among their people that are capable of turning into large wolfs at their choosing. They guard against vampires, their natural enemy and keep the tribe safe.” Carlisle replied. “Their scent is similar to Mr. Lupin’s, but not quite the same. And your husband?”

“I’m an animagus; it’s when a witch or wizard uses magic to transform into an animal that embodies them. My animagus form in a Grim, a large black wolf.”

“Cool. Can any witch or wizard do that?” Emmett asked with a grin.

“Everyone is capable, but it takes years to master the skill and many give up before they can do it successfully.”

“Huh.”

“What brought you all to Forks if you don’t mind me asking?” Esme asked.

“For the last thirty years or so there was a bit of a civil war going on between the magical community in the UK. A wizard by the name of Voldemort believed that purebloods, those born to two magical parents, should be the only ones allowed to practice magic and that muggles should be enslaved by the purebloods to do their bidding. For most of that time the war went on behind closed doors or in small events, but in the last five years or so the war started to pick up. The war went on for several years and many lost their lives and when it was all over we decided that we needed a new place to start over fresh.” Remus had a somber look on his face as he spoke, glancing sadly at the rest of his family occasionally.

“Were you involved?”

Remus caught Harry’s eye and cocked his head in question.

Edward saw Harry grimace and cuddle a sleeping Lilu closer to his chest.

“Yeah, we were involved… I guess it all started about a year before I was born. A prophesy was overheard that spoke of a child born to parents who thrice defied Voldemort and that would one day defeat him. The way the prophesy was worded there was two options, me and a friend of mine born around the same time. For whatever reason Voldemort chose me, he came after my parents and me when I was a little over a year old. They were in hiding, but he convinced one of their friends to give up my parents location and attacked… he killed my father and my mother and tried to kill me, but his curse instead of killing me rebounded and ripped his soul from his body.”

Esme gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in shock. “You poor dear.”

“So it, the curse, killed him?” Jasper questioned.

“Not completely. Most believed he was gone for good, but my headmaster, Dumbedore, knew otherwise and made plans for when he returned. I grew up with my aunt and her family, where I was kept ignorant of the wizarding world until my eleventh birthday. When a magical child reaches that age they are sent off to be taught about magic. I met Hermione and Ron there and later on Sirius and Remus who because of bad circumstances weren’t able to be a part of my life before then. Every year I spent at Hogwarts was amazing, but filled with death as well. Voldemort reappeared my first year, his soul possessing one of the school’s teachers. After that each year seemed to get worse until the fourth year when the Tri-Wizard Turnament came to Hogwarts.”

Harry smiled down at Lilu softly and spoke. “Four of us were chosen as champions in the game… Fleur, Victor, Cedric and I.”

“You said Cedric was your boyfriend?” Edward asked quietly, his body wound tight with tension at the story Harry was telling. There was so much that felt familiar about it, but nothing he could pinpoint and say why. It left him unbalanced and wanting to resolve the mystery of it all.

Harry’s head snapped up and he caught Edward’s eyes. For a moment a look of overwhelming pain consumed him before he schooled his expression.

‘He has so much love and loss, Edward, I feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.’ Jasper thought, Edward could feel the residual emotions through his mind and they nearly laid him flat.

“Yeah… We had known of each other for years, but it wasn’t until the summer before my forth year that we really met one another. During the tournament we got to know each other and before long I just knew he was it for me… Fourteen years old and I’d met the love of my life.” Harry chuckled hollowly. “As the tournament progressed it got more dangerous until the final task came. It was a large maze filled with all kinds of magical booby traps and creatures meant to keep us from making it to the finish line. Cedric and I made it to the end at the same time and decided to tie for first place. We… i…”

“Pup… you don’t have to go on if you don’t want to.” Sirius whispered as he came closer to Harry, wrapping an arm around him.

Edward felt like he should be the one to hold Harry, to comfort him and he couldn’t explain why, but he couldn’t deny the urge was there.

“No, it’s alright. I want them to know.” Harry leaned against his godfather’s chest and spoke again. “When we grabbed the trophy together we were transported to a graveyard a long way away from the school. Turns out Voldemort’s followers orchestrated the whole thing to get me there so they could use my blood to resurrect Voldemort. In the fight Cedric was hit with an unknown spell and disappeared. After Voldemort was resurrected I managed to get away and back to Hogwarts…”

Harry sniffled and turned his face into his godfather’s chest and Edward could smell the tears falling from his eyes.

“We spent a long time looking for Cedric, but we never found anything and a little over eight months later, this little girl was born.” Sirius finished for Harry and ran his hands through Lilu’s curly hair as he finished speaking.

“I don’t understand,” Edward started.

Harry turned to him with a small smile. “A few days before the final task Cedric and I made love for the first and only time, I became pregnant. Male pregnancy isn’t common on our world, but it’s not unheard of… one or both of the wizards have to have a very strong magical core to make it happen. Cedric and I were fairly powerful.”

Harry watched Edward as he told him and nearly smiled at the flutter of emotions across his face. Edward was looking at Harry and Lilu with an awed expression and it made Harry feel a little bit better. Edward may never know that he was once Cedric and that Lilu was their daughter, but he seemed to see her as a miracle just like Harry did.

“Seriously?” Bella spoke for the first time that night, her face pulled tight in a sneer of disgust as she looked at Harry and Lilu.

Turning to Edward’s mate, Harry forced himself to be polite when all he wanted was to curse her and make sure no one ever found the body. If she didn’t stop looking at Lilu like she was a freak, Harry was going to do it, Edward be damned. He had seen the veiled looks of repulsion she had been sending Remus and Sirius since she had arrived and he wasn’t pleased. “Yes, Lilu is Cedric’s daughter as well as mine.”

“That’s just… weird.” Bella caught herself before she was no doubt going to say something offensive and Harry bared his teeth at her in warning.

She scowled and looked away, cuddling closer to Edward. “I should probably be getting home; my curfew is soon, Edward.”

“Of course.” Edward stood.

“That’s our cue as well, it was a pleasure to get to know all of you and I hope we get even better acquainted.” Carlisle stated as the rest of the Cullen family stood.

“Thank you as well.” Remus led them out after everyone said goodbye and then came back a few minutes later.

Harry was still cuddled with Sirius and Lilu when he spoke.

“Well, that is definitely Cedric, I can smell him. His scent is different, but still similar enough that I can tell it’s him.” Remus sighed as he flopped down on the couch beside Sirius. “How are you doing, Cub?”

“Alright I guess, considering I just found my long lost lover and the father of my child and he can’t even remember me.”

“The spell Wormtail hit him with must have been some kind of time-travel one and sent him to 1918 or there about. Then the accident took his memory from him.” Hermione mused quietly.

“Yeah.” Harry sighed. “I can’t believe I’ve finally found him again and he’s not mine anymore, instead he’s mated to some stupid homophobic bint.”

“It’ll be alright, somehow this will work out, I know it, Harry. We just have to have faith.” Hermione looked at him and gave him an encouraging smile. “And yes, she’s definitely a homophobic bint. Did you see how she was looking at Remus and Sirius? Merlin, I wanted to smack her a good one!”

Harry laughed and for a little while the heavy despair wasn’t so overwhelming.

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Summary: The last few weeks of the apocalypse through Sam’s eyes, set to the backdrop of a documentary of the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester. Sam/Dean pairing.