Triads born from ashes

Chapter three: Time marches on…

The staff at Hogwarts worked very hard to create some semblance of normalness, such like the student eating breakfast the same time every morning, classes starting the same times with admittedly some different professors.

Three months ago Voldemort managed to capture Harry for a very short period of time for some arcane ritual to strip him of his power. While there was recordings and historical documents of wizards managing to accomplish just that, the ritual Voldemort performed was cocked up by Harry and the seven who wanted out fast. And they took that opportunity to escape during that ritual. But Voldemort had other ideas about that, with all the ruins and arithmomancy equations he craved onto an old unused site forced Harry’s and the sevens power to be changed inside. Not much was known at that time but Albus had been reading those notes the seven gave to him since then and he had an idea just why those rituals failed spectacularly. It was a turning point in the war for not only the seven escaping with there lives and hard evidence, but the site Voldemort used forced the Magic into a different direction. Here he had made some calls into Gringotts for there historical knowledge stored in the bowels of Gringotts.

Intrigued with the idea of what Voldemort might have created Ricnold a history keeper at Gringotts and Tiberius Gringotts ritual master had joined up with Dumbledore to figure out what happened to mess everything up. And what if any outcome of that would be?

Munching on the scones the Elves provided Albus poured more Turnip juice for his guests that he asked to be here when he spoke with the students in question today. A few of them that already had graduated were making a trek back to the school to speak with him. Depending on the out come of what he had to explain, he hoped those students from Slytherin who graduated would agree to enroll again.

McGonagall came in the door Harry Potter standing behind her. “Mr. Potter.” She told him leaving the room. She had classes to start.

“Ah Harry thank you for willing to talk with me this morning, here have a seat, tea?” Albus asked him.

Curious about the goblins who sat in chairs across from the Headmaster he thanked him for the tea. McGonagall had dragged him away before he was able to finish his morning tea he liked to drink and he could smell the aroma that he favored coming from the pot.

Sipping the hot liquid carefully “Was there something you wanted Headmaster?” Harry asked him.

Giving a slight nod “Yes Harry there is. First let me introduce you to Ricnold History Keeper at Gringotts, and Tiberius Gringotts Ritual Mater.” He started pointed at them sitting on the couch quietly sipping Turnip juice. “For some time I have been searching if you remember what Voldemort started to create three months ago?”

“Yes I remember that time.” Harry said not to happy to remember.

“I’m sorry Harry, but from what the seven managed to gather and from your accounts made me very leery about what he was trying to do. And if you remember Voldemort managed to capture you, only for a few days, but during that time he not only prepped you but those seven he was willing to sacrifice in the process for gathering power.” Albus reminded him.

Harry only gave a slight nod of his head to continue.

Pausing to collect his thoughts “For a time I was only able to give a curious examination on those parchments for the war effort demanded my full time and attention. But those parchments were always in the back of my mind tickling a stray thought or two of what he was doing. When something would come up I would write down those thoughts to look at later in detail. On one hand I was troubled for I thought at that time Voldemort managed to damage you irreversibly, if you remember that the healers had no idea why you have those wings on your back.”

“Yes I remember that they spent a large amount of time causing intense pain on me to remove them.” Harry admitted.

Grimacing at the thought “One could only imagine Harry, but to continue addition thoughts came to me at a later date when your life was out of immediate danger and I examined those notes to find some points of interest. Sadly the war forced me to set aside those notes, but I did not want them to be forgotten just in case Voldemort did something at that last battle we prepared. So I called upon Mr. Ricnold and Mr. Tiberius to continue my work. It was they who found discovered what Voldemort was trying to do but managed to completely cock up the whole procedure.” He assured him.

“Oh? But the wings?” Harry questioned.

Tiberius took over explaining in detail “Have no fear Mr. Potter about those wings. While they are startling to see at first one would assume they are actually a throw back to races of magical beings we have not had in centuries.”

Turning to them “Races? You mean like goblins, Centaurs and such?” he questioned them.

Nodding his head “Yes,” he paused to bring out his notes “Now Mr. Potter if you would answer these questions for us. When finished I will be able to explain more fully.”

Harry only nodded bewildered at it all.

“Have you been feeling bursts of stamina?” he asked.

Nodding his head “Yeah, I and Ron and some of the seven have been running a lot.”

“Edgy to the point that you need let out wild Magic?”

“Yes!” Harry exclaimed, maybe the goblins could let him know what the hell was wrong with him!

“Your sense of smell, sight… wait no glasses” Tiberius made another note here “touch, sounds even taste to a point has greatly increased? Or the need to find a mate?”

“Yes to all.” he told them getting edgy but a bit embarrassed to admit that last one.

Looking up “Have you felt like you have to fly or you’ll burst?” he asked.

Finishing the tea in one gulp Harry stood to his full height an inch or two over six feet his stance of full power his wings of gold and Red ripping out of his robes “Yes! What did that bastard do!” he asked angry. His wings shivered with his anger.

“Menechronn, definitely Menechronn” Tiberius told them. Ricnold sat nodding his head agreeing with that assessment.

Dumbledore listening to them frowned in thought “Merlin! How could that happen! That race died off thousands years ago during the purges of Steffmires Cross!”

Nodding at the Headmaster “Oh your right of course but you have to remember that all witches and wizards do have some genes left in them still of that time. Some traits still pop up from time to time, going over those Potion ingredients he used along with the large quantities and prep times like Re’em, Runespoor, Salamander, and dragons blood all contribute to the large scale jump in magics that they contain. But to counter that those large doses of hellebore and scarab scales gave him the ability to think before he acted.” Tiberius told them.

Ricnold looking at Harry quickly stood up and explained to him “The Menechronn people lived like you heard over thousands years ago, there island of magics was destroyed by a Dark Lord who wanted the god’s power who lived over the Menechronn protecting them. The Dark Lord whose name has been lost with time searched the world for the right gods who wanted more power, using slight of hand and whispers in the Dark, those gods defeated the protective gods of Menechronn and the people also. Descendants scattered around the globe to protect them, but sadly during the King Steffmires time ordered all Menechronn people killed, for he thought that they were a threat to his thrown.
You see Mr. Potter when the Menechronn people fled the island of magics the gods gave them addition power to help protect them in there time of need.” He explained.

Harry somewhat calmed “But how?” he broke off confused.

Sitting closer to Harry Ricnold continued “Mr. Potter like I said before all witches and wizards, even the Muggleborns to some extent contain those genes that were left over from the Menechronn people, they were known to have wings of gold, ruby, emerald, sapphire, and even diamonds. They had incredible sense of smell, taste, sight, touch and some feelings also. Believe it or not Veelas are there close cousins if they still lived, but make no mistake there is no Veela blood in you. The wings you have if you’re willing that is will give you the ability to fly without a broom mind you; you will have command of fire and some say even air.”

Looking over at Dumbledore “I….”

Leaning forward Dumbledore patted his arm “Have no fear you are still human, but some genes that have been dormant for centuries were awakened because of” he broke off “Why did those rituals not worked?” he asked them.

Ricnold gleefully brought out some parchments he was waiting to bring up, chuckling a bit “It seems Dumbledore that someone or even Voldemort in his infinite wisdom not only read the translations wrong, but he got the location of the site he needed wrong too.” Turning to Harry “Mr. Potter, I was giving a pensieve memory of that time, what I noticed was who ever translated those scrolls forgot one important thing. Never translate ancient scrolls from dead societies to English. Who ever translated them used current English, then translated into ancient Latin completely changing the wording and intent, that alone wouldn’t have done much, but the Death Eaters we know just before had been searching different sites to perform this ritual. In some ways I’m glad they didn’t use Stonehenge, for the power transfer alone might have killed you, but that site” he broke off chuckling.

Somewhat amused and irritated with the goblin Harry nudged him to finish explaining.

Swallowing his glee “You see Mr. Potter that site they used was an old ancient Egyptian site specifically used for fertility rites. That site in Midwestern Africa along with the large amounts of ingredients, plus the wrong incantations gave you power instead of taking it away” he stressed.

Flabbergasted Harry sat absorbing what he was told. “But…”

Pointing to the scrolls he brought to Dumbledore “See its right here, Voldemort called the gods of the Menechronn to assist him instead of the Ark’Ron Demon Gods that defeated them, he called upon the essence of dragons to them instead of him, and he called upon the earth, water, air and fire elements to bake or set that power to them instead of him.” Flipping the parchments he showed Dumbledore; Harry walked around to see for himself. “Those Potion ingredients at first would have giving him the power, but again they placed the wrong quantities and wrong Potions in vases that were meant to take but instead they gave power. All that blood enabled the young wizards own Magic and to an extent inner essence to search for a new way to absorb that power transfer…” here Harry stopped listening for it was getting more and more confusing to understand.

Going over what was said Harry threw his body on the empty couch thoroughly irritated, the war had ended, the prophecy was fulfilled but Voldemort still managed to cock up his life beyond the grave. So he was turned into some ancient race that no longer exists with abilities that didn’t make all that much sense to him just yet, abilities that he never had before until after that fucking ritual in May when he was captured by Death Eaters that the Order was fighting in Northern Africa.

Thinking of that time he remembered the fire fight of the Death Eaters sending off huge amounts of Dark Magic that summoned inferi, zombies, warhogs, and dementors by the hundreds the troupe that he was with was supposed too protect a small cottage that had Founder Helga Hufflepuff writings of the first days of Hogwarts. He found himself with Aurors that day fresh from the program in France that still did not know how to fend off dementors. Granted he was proud that his patronus managed to keep the dementors away, but the light and air they seem to suck up in abundance heavily compounded the fact that the French Aurors did not know how to handle the warhogs that snarled and growled at them jumping and tearing at the Aurors to pieces.

Three Death Eaters that controlled the warhogs managed to get close to him enough that they could knock him down and portkey him away to the stronghold of Voldemort. Those first days Harry was subjected to beatings after beatings, Crucio time and time again. Nasty vile Concoctions choked down this throat daily, sometimes hourly came after the haze of beatings and Dark Magic performed on him. His glasses were gone, no idea of where to look for them, his robe and cloths torn and bloody, long stripes of skin had been literally stripped off his body then force feed back to him in those Potions he was to consume.

His stomach nearly threw up every bit of intestine he had when the Red blood was forced down his throat, at first he thought it was human blood, but he later learned it was those large quantities of dragon, Re’em, salamander and Runespoor blood that was ‘given’ to him, a large bucket of cold water later Harry when he opened his eyes the stars winked back at him. Every muscle burned with pain, the pain felt like fire was licking every centimeter of his skin sending ripples of Magic coursing over, through and around him.

Someone had mangled his body onto a fetal position, looking up through his Red hazed eyes he finally saw the form of Voldemort standing in front of him, evilly pointing both brother wands at him. Around him Harry could hear several more voices screaming in pain and anger at the Death Eaters, he managed to see a few others in the same position.

Fiercely angry with Voldemort and himself Harry forced his mind to calm trying to summon an ounce of his Magic to him, his wand the extension of his Magic was right smack dab in front of him, if he only could reach it. Then he could do something, anything but lay there shivering with cold, pain, and salty water dripping off, waiting for Voldemort to start. Voldemort was gleefully muttered spells around the area, what was said he couldn’t remember, but he could feel the painful effects a bit later.

The Magic that Voldemort created screamed and shrieked around them, tearing out air filled oxygen from his body. Squirming in his seat he remembered the utter terror and pain he felt when claws shredded his back, bits of skin and muscle flying around to lay around him. Ropes sprung out to his hands and feet from someone tearing his shoulder and hips joints with a sickening crack. The Magic flipped him around onto his back slamming down on the rock beneath him; he let out his first yell of pain cursing Voldemort’s very existence.

But Voldemort did not reply to Harry cursing he continued with the words waving both wands around like a small child gleefully waving a wand sending out sparks just to see them. More voices joined in with Voldemort clashing the Magic that surrounded those sending waves of the supernatural that defied logic. The Magic was so thick and tyrannical that he felt like he was swimming in an ocean treading water while huge waves built around him enclosing in a cage.

Shivering at the waves Harry muttered a mantra of asking for anyone to help, he remembered calling for his mother and father, for the Death Eaters who stood around watching laughed at his plea. A gasp of ‘oh gods’ slipped from his lips, a Dark and boiling cloud of magic was forming before him, the pure power he could feel caused untold pain and terror, he wreathed around the tight burning ropes trying to get away from it. But it was no use, for that huge boiling cloud descended on them knocking air, thought, and Magic right out of them.

Much, much later he opened his eyes to see Dumbledore gazing sadly down at him, tears running down his cheeks. The Headmaster was openly crying over him, tear drops falling on his face calling out “Harry oh Harry” begging him not to go.

“I’m here” he managed to get out pass his thick tongue.

Startled Albus looked back down to see Harry’s beautiful green eyes focused on him “Harry?” he asked softly “Can you hear me?”

Harry only managed a weak “yes” before the blessed darkness whisked him away.

Forcing his thought away from that Dark time, Harry came aware that the Headmaster was sitting on the floor in front of him, blue eyes troubled. “Harry?” he asked him.

Using the sleeve of his robe he wiped away the tears angry and embarrassed that he couldn’t seem to stop remembering that time. That prickly feeling was back behind his eyes, he took a few quick breaths to stop the pending tears.

Understanding Albus pulled Harry next to him “Oh Harry,” he said patting his arms and back as he held Harry when the tears started in earnest.

Softly whispering words of comfort Albus and the goblins waited for the young man to calm. Ricnold and Tiberius both who had watched that memory time and time again could only speculate just what was going through the young mans mind and heart. But they also knew that the meetings today would last all day long for they were to meet with all the young wizards affected that day.

The sniveling and sniffs continued for a time before Harry was able to slow down enough to channel his mind and heart into some semblance of calm. Albus just conjured some tissues for Harry to dry his tears continuing to softly whisper words and pats of affection that he knew the young man would need.

“Do not feel ashamed Harry of crying, for I too have cried many tears over the years of pain and loss.” Albus sighed to him.

Harry flickered his eyes to the goblins who where sitting around them quietly waiting for him to finish. “I’m sorry if my tears embarrass you like they do me.” He said to them.

Snorting “Contrary to popular believe goblins too feel pain and loss in various degrees Mr. Potter, this war we had is in some ways not finished. But rest assured Mr. Potter your part is done, its time for you to heal physically and emotionally.” Ricnold assured him.

Tiberius spoke next “Dumbledore…” he hesitated “These new abilities will need to be thoroughly researched and tested by him, if only for his own sanity sake.” Looking over at Harry “It would be like when you were a child and wild Magic would happen without your conscious control. We have speculated with a specialist that basically is the only one to understand this about what happened, that specialist was the one to figure out that the power went to them instead of the Dark Lord. We made some beginner talks with that person to speak to you about what to expect and what you could or will possibly enjoy.”

Taken back by what he said “Enjoy? What do you mean?” Harry asked them.

If a goblin was to look abashed that was it Harry decided watching as both of them squirmed a little looking between Harry and Dumbledore.

Curious about what they said Albus questioned them about it “Ricnold my old friend you have an unusual look about you…”

Ricnold burst out in short blast of laughter that felt to Harry he was equally amused and envious? Or was that a bit of wanting he felt coming from him, shaking his head Harry sat up straighter to look at the goblins fully.

“You see this specialist has pointed out that Mr. Potter and those seven are now Menechronnian, if you remember what I said earlier that those Menechronn had very desirable abilities that old Pureblood families only wished that could even grasp the concept.” Tiberius started.

Harry and Albus both nodded at them. “You said that some traits of these people pop up time to time, like what?” Harry asked.

“Oh well like that Auror Tonks from the Black family and her metamorphmagus abilities, that was one of there’s. Wandless Magic that Gryffindor and Slytherin both famed for, or Ravenclaw, D’Mar, Jacolbe, Shoreblast, D’ Marcy that had the ability of astral projection, telepathic and some beast speaking, by the way that’s were parselmouth came from,” Tiberius explained. “Lets see what else…animagi, mind magics, again here occlumency and legilimency were developed by them, and an affinity with Charms like the higher magics the English are no longer allowed to use, ward building, feeling Magic, manipulating Magic like Mr. Bill Weasley has, needs to have a smattering of that to be able to curse-break for Gringotts”

Amazed with all those listed Albus sat back thinking quietly “If that is true then all of them could have the possibility of that.” He commented on.

Nodding at him “Oh yes, yes but not all of these abilities will be present in them.” He reminded him.

Leaning forward Harry looked back and forth between them feeling like something was missing “There’s something else that your not saying.” Harry recognized.

Tiberius sighed, Ricnold laughed at that “Well yes just do not know if you’re ready to listen to this.”

Concerned Albus leaned forward “I think that in the best interest of my students we need to hear all of it.”

Ricnold was the one to explain “Remember that I said that Veela were related? But remember Veelas are only females, no male ‘Veela’ exist”

Snorting at that “Yes full Veelas are extremely fickle about who they mate with over the years exchanging partners, although half or quarter Veela stay in a relationship with a mate they find.” Albus commented.

Nodding at him “Yes your right again, the males or wizards of Menechronnian have the tendency of being extremely protective of there mates, to the point of being obsessively protective. They also literally live to make their mates happy and content with them so much so that the mates have a habit of purposely hiding or sequestering them in far off caves or homes that they built for them. Children are greatly wanted and desired for they practice the Art of ‘love making’ repeatedly to achieve that.”

Harry by this time was covering his head, red in the face snorting behind his hands as he listened to them explain.

Albus looked down highly amused with him and what the goblins finished with.

“Some of the oldest sex Magic and rituals over time was developed by them for the mates, the males have the tendency of keeping mates hidden during the first years together to no others could interfered with them bonding totally with them.” Ricnold finished.

Not able to absorb any more Harry got up quickly pacing Dumbledore’s office running his hands through his hair half snarling half laughing listening to them. Glancing around the different paintings of past headmasters, Harry slowly went over what he was told about all the ‘abilities’ he now had. Okay he could or would accept the flying with out brooms, for he loved to fly. A few times Draco, Blaze and even Ted Nott had spoken about just jumping off the astronomy tower to see if their wings would indeed carry them.

The male students had all gotten into the habit of meeting up there, all houses together, chatting small stuff that Harry never really had the chance to talk about. Sure during his time in Japan he met and bedded a Japanese woman named Miko, but she was just there to help him through his training. He met her the second day he was there with the Ge Win family, Dumbledore had told him before Ge Win San arrived that the family he was going to was a long samurai warrior family, he would be learning so many skills that he Dumbledore would not be able to teach him since he was needed in England. Somewhat depressed over the whole situation Harry left that IFW trials where he was there for rebuttal in the trial against Minister Fudge, and Undersecretary Umbridge, to find himself in another country that he never even really thought about, did not know the language, costumes, traditions and history.

Miko he learned from Lin Ge Win was a female warrior that arrived a few years ago. The Japanese Ministry had come to depend on her way of investigating any situation. To say he was infatuated the first time he saw her fight the other warriors in training. The trainees all laughed and joked to him about the fact that he would follow her with his eyes everywhere she went to. Overwhelmed, stressed, depressed lonely, and completely weighted down with that fucking prophecy as he dubbed it, he needed someone to be there for him, to help him out of his dole drums. Miko fit that bill perfectly, at first she was hesitant to even come near him, but as time went on Harry slowly started chipping away at her to get close to her. She was so beautiful, her body made his cock flame with desire wanted to burring him into her. But he was shocked after a bit when it came to him that he never really thought about sex before, girls yes, but never beyond that. With Miko he did, there was something about her that just made his dreams fill with her.

She made it plain to him in the beginning that she did not want a long term relationship with him, she told him that she had just gotten out of a relationship and did not want to get into another one. She told him truefully the only thing that she wanted at that minute was a bed partner, Harry desperate to be close to someone agreed. Over the weeks she showed him first how to talk with a women, she showed him all the areas a women had to offer him. They talked long into the nights about sex, life, Magic, feelings and death. She introduced him to sex with men too, at first he damm near ran screaming to the hills, but Lee Gin Sang her long time friend slowly changed his mind. Lee Gin and Miko had this ‘deal’ that if neither of they had someone; they would meet once or twice for sex. Given that Harry and she were not in a lasting relationship, she started him on levels of sex that the three of them experimented with.

As the weeks went on, and Harry survived the training the Ge Win family provided he slowly came to the realization that, no he was not entirely at fault with the Department of Mysteries, he was not at fault for getting Ron’s arms burned with deep thoughts from those brains, not at fault for getting his friends who went with him out of love hurt. Yes he did have to take some responsibility of not learning occlumency, but Ge Win San said that he and Albus had sharp words about not even giving him a hint of what to expect if he did not. It took Harry a bit to feel totally comfortable with Sony San, and telling him the prophecy, but when he did it felt like the world literally lifted off his shoulders. Sony San had clapped him on his shoulders then proceeded to outline for him how to go about doing just that.

Shaking his thoughts away he turned back to Dumbledore and the goblins who were just watching him quietly.

Nodding at them “I’m okay, I’ve managed to calm down enough that I’m willing to listen.” He told them.

A relieved smile ghosted over the Headmaster’s face. “Thank you Harry, I know or could guess how hard this is for you to listen too.”

Flopping down on the chair “Well if you think about it, it’s not only me that this happened too this time.” He pointed out.

Chuckling a bit “True my boy, true.” Clasping his hands “Now the reason why you do not have a schedule right now is mainly that I needed to know fully of what to expect from you and the others. For right now,” he started digging through his desk, taking some parchments out he handed them to Harry. “If you would be so kind as to search through some of these areas that still need to be fixed, I know with your power levels you would be able to complete this.”

Looking over at the parchments, Harry could see that a lot of what was on them was fixing the broken stairs along with various spells needed to get them in proper Order.

“I’ll be meeting with all of them today discussing of what you learned, after that I’m hoping that that specialist would be willing to help us figure out away to train and test you all.” Dumbledore said looking over at the goblins.

“Ah, well we did make an attempt to contact the specialist for that reason already,” sighing somewhat “what the problem is that the specialist has a few powerful friends high in the American government that keeps the knowledge of them strictly closed. For some odd reason the American President has that person under heavy protection.”

Looking askance at them “What is the specialist’s name?” Dumbledore enquired.

Scowling at the room “That’s the problem, I know the name, but are under the Fidelius charm.” Ricnold told them.

Harry and Albus only looked at each other in confusion.