Harry Potter and the Child of Tourach

When Harry reappeared in front of the door leading to his apartment, a steely glint was shining in his eyes. Sometimes certainty was a curse and a blessing at the same time. The vision had dispelled any doubts Harry had concerning his role in this vendetta, effectively destroying his vision of a simple and happy life after Voldemort’s fall. A part of him was weeping for this loss even now, while another one whooped with joy. He had not realized it during his youth, due to the amount of excitement his had been in, but he needed a certain amount of excitement in his life. The last five years had been the happiest of his life so far, but he had always found something lacking. Now he knew that all he had been missing was a goal for him to strive for. Something what demanded all of his skill, time and energy. Something like defeating Voldemort. Now he had gotten his wish.

With the last bit of doubt eliminated, Harry started to become again the person he had once been. The untiring fighter, who had fought his way through Death Eaters and had enjoyed every minute of it, had awoken and was preparing to emerge once again. His thoughts were as focused as they had not been in a very long time and completely dedicated to find a way to stop the three leviathans. Harry knew that only by tapping all of his powers he had a chance to come out of this disaster unscathed, although it was a very slim one. Still he needed all information which he could get and he strongly suspected that the knowledge he needed was stored in his genetic memory.

He probably would have to drink the Draught of the Living Past to access it and he wasn’t as sure that he would be able to handle the potion’s side effects as he wanted Ron, Hermione and especially Ginny to believe. Truth be told, he was terrified at the idea of becoming mad. Since he had seen Neville’s parent’s lifeless shells, getting tortured to insanity was a regular part of his worst nightmares. He could not even start to guess what being mad would feel like, but he strongly suspected that thinking about it too much would make him find it out first hand soon enough. Still he had risked insanity once before, when he had swallowed Serum and the encounter with his dark doppelganger wasn’t an experience he was eager to repeat. Well, after all his only alternative was watching people suffer until he died and that really was no alternative. Sometimes having no choice was very comforting.

Harry knew that Ginny would notice that he was changing back and that she was not going to like it. She had tried hard over the past five years to make him forget the hardships of the war he had to go through and the annihilation of all her successes in a single day would not make her happy. She had always hated that he had to fight, hated that he was a marked man, destined to kill or to die. Harry hoped that she would be convinced that he was indeed a child of Tourach and would not dismissed the memory he had witnessed as a simple dream. Making a mental note to stay clam and to get Hermione going with the Draught, he took a deep breath and entered the flat.


* * * * *


Monday morning found Harry sitting in a meeting room with Wright and Scrimgeour, even though he should be training the recruits. He had received a memo precisely ten minutes ago, which ordered him to get his ass into this conference room in five minutes sharp and was signed by now other than by the minister of magic himself. Strongly suspecting that Scrimgeour was going to rant about last week’s battle, he told Tonks to take over and made his way to the meeting place, going extra slowly just for the good measure. Of course it was childish to fuel the minister’s fire if it wasn’t necessary, but Harry could not help it. He simply liked the idea of further ruining Scrimgeour’s day.

As he had planned, he arrived late, earning him an amused smile by Wright and a perfect glare of death by the minister. Before he had even been able to greet the two men, he was in the middle of one of Scrimgeour’s famous rants. Not having thought of any arguments to justify his early leave of the battleground, Harry decided not to interrupt him, but to let him blow out his steam before taking an active role in this encounter. He had employed this strategy various times before and knowing what the other persons said wasn’t important for its success. Therefore he tuned the minister out and instead started to think about the last two days.

Telling Ginny about his vision, his encounter with Crosis and the meaning of these two things had not been as difficult as he thought it would be. Truth be told, she had not seemed to be surprised by the information. When he was finished she only told him that this one more reason to prepare himself as good as possible. Harry had been a bit puzzled by her reaction and had used subtle Legimency to find the reason for her change of attitude. Gently probing Ginny’s mind, he had found out that she still didn’t like the idea of him fighting, but didn’t want to make his situation even worse by making a scene. Sometimes he loved being able to read other people’s minds, but he didn’t like to use this gift on Ginny, because it felt a bit like betraying her trust. Therefore he never pushed to deeply and only examined the surface of the mind, which reflected the current emotions, memories and thoughts.

The sudden silence of the room jerked him out of his memories. Scrimgeour was breathing deeply as though he had just run a marathon and Wright’s face was completely inscrutable. Guessing that he should say something to ease the situation, but being unable to remember what Scrimgeour had said, Harry took a lucky guess.

“I understand your disapproval sir.” he said, his voice void of all emotions. “I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”
Scrimgeour looked at him with unhidden hatred in his eyes and searched Harry’s face and voice for any signs of sarcasm or disobedience. Much to his dismay he was unable to find any and therefore had no reason to continued raging at Harry. Instead he spoke up in his normal, calm voice.

“Good, then you won’t have any objections to me forbidding you to come near the three creatures ever again. You will leave this matter to the ministry.”
“WHAT?” cried Harry, unable to think of any reason or benefit the minister would have to justify this course of action.
“Yes, you obviously have just your ability to act correctly under pressure or you would not have acted so irresponsible during the incident last week.” replied Scrimgeour, a smug look plastered on his face. “Therefore I have decided to place this matter in more competent hands.”

Searing anger shot through Harry at Scrimgeour’s statement. He could not believe that the minister was stupid enough to forbid him to meet with the Three, just because he felt threatened by him. He also had not thought that Scrimgeour had the nerves to tell him that he wasn’t able to handle pressure. After all he had saved his ass along with the rest of the Wizarding World as he had battled Voldemort! And here he was, declaring him incompetent, while being cool as a cucumber. Once again Harry felt the old feeling of injustice rising in him, which mixed with his anger and created a blinding rage. This wasn’t what he had fought for. This wasn’t the world he had tried to save and he wasn’t going to let his fighting be in vain!

“That’s enough minister.” interrupted Wright’s voice, slicing the short silence like a knife. Harry suddenly realized that his right hand was gripping his wand tightly and by the tenseness of his muscles he could tell that he had been only a split second away from jumping out of his chair. The fact that he could not remember what he was about to do then frightened him. His rage ebbed away as quickly as it erupted and he was grateful for the headauror’s interruption, because it didn’t take a genius to realize that he had been about to get into even greater trouble.

“There is no need to argue about your orders.” continued Wright while throwing Harry a sharp look. “Nor is there the need to abuse your powers for you personal benefit or to rub it into other people faces.”
Harry heard Scrimgeour inhaling sharply at Wright’s obvious critique and he was sure that his boss stepped out of bounds this time. However, once again the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement knew how to ease a dangerous situation.

“Auror Potter will of course honour your orders, even though they maybe a bit rash in my humble opinion.” continued Wright, sounding completely serious, although Harry could swear that he saw a mischievous twinkle in the older auror’s eyes for an instant. “Potter has shown an unusual connection with the three creatures and maybe it would be possible to exploit this to the ministry’s advantage.”

“However, my view is not of important in this matter. I am sure that you, minister, have many sources and information, not to mention your profound wisdom, I can’t access and therefore your orders will be the ones with the most promising outcome.”

Harry had to bite back a laugh at Wright’s little speech, which was even harder due to the delicate mixture of disbelieve and shock written on the ministers face. Despite the obvious sarcasm in his words, John Wright’s face or voice had been completely serious and even his eyes didn’t betray him. Therefore the minister had no other choice than to believe that he was indeed serious and probably a bit melodramatic. Harry realized that his boss’ flattery had been only a tool to prevent the minister from taking any measures against him. Judging by the Scrimgeour’s reaction, who was still gasping like a fish out of the water and seemed at a loss of words, it had been successful.

Finally after another minute, Scromgeour regained his composure and stood up, preparing to leave the room.
“Well you’ve got my orders, carry them out!” he said as he walked out of the meeting, still looking a bit dazed at Wright.

Harry’s amusement turned to surprise as Wright extracted a bottle of bourbon and two shot glasses out of a secret compartment, which had been part of the big table, which took most of the space of the room. The headauror summoned a few ice cubes, dropped them into the glasses and filled them. Then he placed one of the glasses and raised his own, as though he was about to bring out a toast.

“I really don’t see the reason to celebrate this meeting.” said Harry, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I have been removed from the case and am not allowed to go anywhere near the three leviathans. Sure, your little act has been funny, but not that funny to alight this dark day.”
“Ah, stop being so melodramatic Harry.” replied Wright chuckling. “You are forgetting that Scrimgeour has only power over you while you are working for the ministry. I have once been in the same situation and I have been able to find a little loophole. Simply go on holiday before you meet with the three and the little problem is solved.”

For a moment Harry was too stunned to respond, than he took his glass and clinked it against Wright’s.
“John Wright, you are a genius!” he said, before gulping down the amber liquid.


* * * * *


A week later, 9 pm:

The book Harry had been holding fell to the hardwood floor with a dull thud, as pair of lips pressed against the sensitive base of his neck. Expertly they found the most excitable spot and started to kiss and to suck it. Harry moaned as a wave of pleasure hit him and immediately he felt Ginny slipping into the chair he was sitting in and settling in his lap. He briefly wondered how she managed to do this without breaking contact, but his thoughts were washed away as Ginny abandoned his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. Instantly he opened his mouth and allowed their tongues to tangle and to dance slowly. A feral growl escaped his mouth as his lust flared and he realized how much he had been craving this. They shortly stopped kissing, due to lack of oxygen and the short pause allowed Harry to think clearly for a moment.

He was a bit surprised at Ginny’s bold move, because she had told him not to have sex with her until he had come to terms with his new problem and that had barely been one and a half weeks ago. Therefore he had not tried to seduce her, even though he had been in the mood so many times. Apparently she had decided that he had taken a long enough gap. Or maybe she simply was too eager for it herself.

Harry’s musing were pleasantly interrupted by Ginny capturing his mouth again, while she started to rub herself against him. Harry felt his arousal getting painful and made a mental note to stop her teasing as soon as possible. Her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, when they stopped kissing for a moment. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, due to the heat of the day, and Ginny started to trail kisses down his bare chest, enjoying feeling him shiver in pleasure beneath her. She was going agonizingly slowly and Harry could see it in her eyes that she was loved every minute of this sweet torture.
“Ginny.” gasped Harry in a husky whisper, once feeling his arousal straining in the confinement of his jeans. “Stop teasing!”
“I though undressing someone slowly was good.” she replied impishly, replacing her mouth with her hands and started to massage him.
“Yes, but there is slow and there is slow.”
“Well, try to stop me then!”
“It will be my pleasure!”

In a lightning fast movement, he flipped them. Now Ginny was trapped between the back of the chair and him. Before she could react, he had linked there mouths in a searing kiss and had grabbed both of her wrist with his arms, forcing them gently but firm over her head. He wandlessly vanished her blouse and her bra and broke the kiss, lowering his mouth to her exposed torso. “Revenge is so sweet.” he whispered, before starting to kiss his way down to her breasts. She screamed with pleasure as he started to suck one of her sensitive nipples and tried to free her hands, but Harry held her in place. After a while, which was long enough to turn her flame of arousal into a firestorm, but not long enough to make her come, he abandoned her breast and started to suck at her bellybutton.

“Okay, okay, I yield.” Ginny managed to say after groaning in frustration. “Please Harry do it!”
“What am I supposed to do?” he asked, grinning teasingly.
“You know exactly what I mean!”
“Maybe you have to refresh my memory.”
“Fine, you bloody tease! I want you to eat me!” she replied angrily, not at all amused at his little game.
“Your wish is my command fair lady.” echoed Harry, smiling at his untainted victory in this little contest.

He released her hands, deciding that he had made his point and quickly pulled off her jeans and her soaked knickers. Not wanting to tease her anymore, he lowered his face to her wet folds and started to lick her. Ginny’s hands buried themselves in his hair and he responded by giving her clitoris a lazy lick, causing her to cry out his name. Orally satisfying a girl was very arousing for Harry and he was now more eager then ever to get some release himself. Therefore he tried to make Ginny come as quickly as possible and as usual she wasn’t able to resist for a long time. He continued licking her while she rode the waves of her orgasm and only stopped as she was lying still on the chair.

“Ready?” he asked her, as he slipped out of his jeans and boxers, his penis straining for release of his confinement.
“God, yes.” she responded weakly.

Smiling Harry, cupped her cheek with his left hand, before crushing his mouth to hers in a flaring kiss and entered her quickly, while his right hand sneaked down to her clit. For a moment he was lost in the great sensation her velvet softness caused, but he recovered swiftly and started to move inside of her, while kissing her and stroking her sensitive nub. Time lost all meaning as they enjoyed the pleasure of being joined. Finally their orgasm hit both of them nearly at the same time and their brains were shaking under the storm of delight.

Spent, the two of them snuggled together and fell asleep, despite the still early hour.


* * * * *


The rest of the burrowed two weeks washed away quickly. Harry’s success in gathering enough information to create a plan had been very limited indeed. Except for a few snatches, his genetic memory had remained remarkably silent. Even Hermione’s researches had been futile, a fact which highly disturbed the studious witch, who was used to be able to raise any information she wanted. That was one of the reasons, why she had agreed in brewing the Draught of the Living Past, despite Harry’s continuous nagging, of course. However it wasn’t easy to get all the ingredients this complex potion required, due to a part of them being illegal. Harry’s tons of galleons had been highly helpful there, because more than once they had to bribe their way out of a dangerous situation.

Ron and Ginny had thought it their duty to prevent Harry from breaking down in this desperate situation, but to their astonishment their support had not been necessary. Quite the contrary, Harry seemed to be looking forward to the encounter! His eyes had that gleam, which could be seen in them during the last phase of his crusade against Voldemort and he spent almost ever free minute to prepare for his role in this mess with untiring vigour. While Ron was more than a little relieved with this change, due to his inability to deal with highly emotional persons, Ginny was more than a little concerned. In her opinion, Harry should not enjoy such a serious situation and it would be highly irresponsible to fuel his lust for excitement.

Things had been quiet in the ministry after Scrimgeour’s announcement, mainly because Harry, thanks to Wright’s loophole, had no reasons to protest against it. This confused many people, even though all information in a meeting should be confidential, but Harry remained tight lipped over the whole encounter, not wanting the loophole closed directly before being the arbiter for the first time. Scrimgeour himself was more than a bit satisfied with himself, feeling that he had protect his authority very well. The trainees wondered why they were coached by Tonks and Harry, and also observed that he seemed to be more distant than usual. Not really integrated in the ministry rumour mill, they had no explanations for this strange behaviour. And Wright was waiting patiently for any developments, but made sure to drink a glass on Harry’s health and success every evening.


* * * * *


The day of the first battle, early evening:

Harry apparated in front of the three leviathans with a silent pop. They were standing in the same canyon in which they had met for the first time two weeks ago. Following Wright’s advice, Harry had taken the day off and was therefore wearing casual muggle clothes instead of auror robes. Something stirred inside of him as he realized that the three creatures were standing in triangle of dancing flames and a circle had been painted in the middle of it into the ground. He hoped that this was the first sign of another rush of knowledge out of his genetic memory, because he still had no idea what he had to do.

“Ah Harry, how nice of you to join us. I hope join enjoyed your two weeks?” said Crosis, with a smile, which strongly resembled a leer, on his face.
“Yeah, they were very relaxing.” replied Harry, in what he hoped was a casual voice, being unwilling to show the three how nervous he was about the meeting.
“Then you will be more than ready to fulfil your part.” said Shai in her emotionless voice and pointed at the circle in the middle. “Get going then.”
Guessing what he had to do; Harry entered the burning triangle and stepped into the circle. In precisely this moment his head started to hurt excruciatingly.

Even though the pain lasted only for a split second, Harry nearly passed out. When he his vision cleared again and his head stopped throbbing, though, he knew exactly what to do.
“Welcome to the next round to the Great Contest.” he said, the words spilling out of his mouth without him being able to control it. “I am happy to announce that all contestants are here, so we can start without any further delays”

“As you all know a combat round last exactly five hours, fifty-five minutes and fifty seconds. Also exactly fifteen days have to pass before the next round can start. The contest continues until one of you has bested the others. Any questions?”

No one of the three titans even bothered to answer, so Harry decided to continue or at least he was decided to continue.
“As you all know it is forbidden to attack the arbiter, unless he is purposely sabotaging the contest and it is forbidden to employ any persons or creatures, which have not been summoned by one of the contestants, not involved in this conflict to gain an advantage. Now we have to choose an area at random, which has to be in a 120 miles radius of the first encounter between the arbiter and the contestants and will serve us as tonight’s arena.”

More than a bit surprised by himself, Harry summoned a map and waved his wand in a complicated pattern. It caused a small part of the map to glow lightly and the three leviathans instantly departed to their new final destination. Hesitant and concerned Harry followed them.


* * * * *


Much to Harry’s dismay their new location was very close to a small muggle village. They were surrounded by wheat fields and small, lush forests, the peacefulness of the landscape creating a harsh contrast to the purpose of their meeting. Pushing the feeling of dread in his stomach away, Harry raised his hands and started drawing complicated patterns in the air, chanting under his breath. A shimmering, jet black orb approximately the size of a bludger, appeared in the sky above them. Even as he lowered his hands to complete the spell, small parts of the globe were turning brighter. Harry knew what the globe would be completely white, as soon as the time for this round was up. Four beams of light erupted from the sky borne orb and hit the four of them, signalizing the beginning of the contest. Instantly the three leviathans rushed into action.

Anhur opened combat by summoning a shower of white hot coals and firing them at Shai, who happened to stand in front of Harry. She easily sidestepped them, but Harry, not having been able to see them until a few seconds before, had a much harder time avoiding getting hit. He had to use a sideward role to escape the brunt of the attack, but still got hit in the right arm by a few coals. They burned their way through the tee shirt he was wearing, but he was able to banish them before they did more than lightly singed his skin. Making a mental note to be more careful in the future, he refocused his attention on the battle going on.

Apparently the three titans had not waited for him to recover before continuing with their battle. Already the landscape was singed and several small fires were hungrily consuming the fertile land around. Harry also saw several of Shai’s large crystals burrowed in the ground, obviously used as a missile only a few instants before. Still he had not been able to spot the three leviathans. Looking around wildly, he finally saw them flying twenty feet up in the sky. Cursing, because the chances of finishing this affair without the muggles noticing were now nearly zero, he cast a levitation charm on himself and floated up in the air. In that moment, Crosis fired a Deathball at Anhur, who turned into magma and simply created a hole in himself to prevent getting hit. The stray missile hit the edge of the village and Harry could see the pressure wave dealing serious damage to a few houses. Harry opened his mouth to protest, as Shai brought her arms up to her head and unleashed a wave of extremely intense light.

Instinctively and just in time, Harry shielded his eyes with his hands, but the brightness was so extreme that it shone directly through his palms and therefore he still got blinded and a stabbing pain erupted in his oculars. For a moment panic rose in him, caused by his possibly permanent loss of eyesight, but he managed to fight it down and stayed put, hoping that his eyes would regenerate soon. He didn’t know how long it took, but finally his vision changed from absolute white to complete black. Taking this as a good sign, Harry carefully removed his hands from his eyes and was more than a bit relieved to discover that he could see again, although his vision was still blurry. He made a mental note to be even more careful in the future, after all he had no idea what would have happened to him, if he had not been able to shield his eyes in time. He carefully observed his surroundings and what he saw could have easily been a part of his nightmares.

The golden wheat fields and great parts of the village were burning bright, incinerated by one of Anhur’s countless fire spells, and were swarming with activity. Burning and walking trees, obviously followers of Anhur, were fighting against a fresh wave of ice zombies and Harry saw a few knights made of shining crystals also taking part in the melee. But what disturbed him most was that a few inhabitants of the village seemed to have engaged the troops, wanting to protect their homes. The magical fighters didn’t take interruption very well and slaughtered the peasants, who seemed to be all muggle, judging by the mass of pistols, rifles and other muggle arms they carried. A hard lump appeared in Harry’s throat as he watched the innocents die in dozens; they didn’t have the slightest chance.

Pulling himself together Harry jumped into action, wanting to save as many of them as possible. He apparated directly into the melee in the scorching village and managed to rip an ice zombie to shreds with a Reductor Curse just before it beheaded another villager with his wicked claws. Not having time to explain the situation to the muggles, he stunned everyone close to him and started to apparate them out of the village to a clearing in the nearby forest. Fortunately the soldiers ignored the stunned villagers and didn’t attack Harry, obviously recognizing him as the arbiter. His process was slow and every minute more innocents died, especially thanks to the clouds of whirring, sharp crystal Shai summoned or thanks to Crosis’ acid rain. Smoke burned in his lungs and caused his eyes to water, acid rained from the sky and burned into his skin, while crystalline shrapnel flew through the air. Every sense he had screaming at him to get the hell out of this death trap, but he knew that he could never forsake the villagers. Gritting his teeth, he wiped the sweat and sooth from his forehead and conjured a shield around him, to prevent getting seriously injured by the acid and the shrapnel.

He didn’t know how long he actually tried to rescue the helpless victims, but he managed to save about fifty. However he had discovered more than two hundred corpse during his trips to the village, including women and children. And still the leviathans were clashing and every strike shook the remaining foundations of the village. Harry saw a Deathball crashing in one of the last standing buildings and much to his dismay he discovered that a few people were still in it! Blinking as fast as he could, he barely managed to get their in time to cast a levitation spell to prevent the building from collapsing completely. However he knew that he was too weak to channel the spell continuously for a large amount of time.

The porous stone creaked and groaned, but the magic held it firmly in place. The three people inside the building, a young woman with a baby and an old man, looked at Harry in disbelieve. Harry could not blame them for being confused, after all he had just appeared out of thin air, waved a wand to prevent the house from collapsing and was surrounded by a glowing shield, which would flash ever so often when hit by an acid drop. Still they really had not the time.

“Quick!” he said, his voice raspy from the smoke and his throat burning. “I can’t hold the building much longer! You have to get out of here! Run to the forest, everything is going down!”
“Who…Who are you?” asked the young woman, her confusion evident on her face. “How are you doing this?”
“I can’t explain this to you, there is no time for god’s sake!” replied Harry angrily. “Get moving you fool or do you want to die here?”
“But…” the girl tried to say.
“NO!” shouted Harry, feeling his concentration slipping. “GET GOING! AT LEAST GIVE THE BABY A CHANCE TO LIVE!”

Finally they started to move hesitantly. Harry’s whole body was hurting, the strain of the evening finally taking its toll. Half a minute later the three muggles had disappeared in the twilight which surrounded them and Harry stopped his spell. Just as the house crumbled, he passed out.


* * * * *


A blacker spot in the already pitch black sky, Sandro decided that he had seen enough. Cowed by the enormous power of the Three, he decided to stay out of this conflict as long as possible. Making a mental note to keep up to date nevertheless, he vanished in the nightly sky, just as the orb Harry had summoned turned completely white.