It had been twenty years, twenty long and busy years.
Harry sat in his office looking out the window which had a full field of view a full 360 degrees looking out at the horizon in all directions.
The window of course was an image fed through with real-time views all a the way around, a variant of the Great Hall's ceiling. With a click of his fingers Harry could see in all directions regardless of floors or ceilings. In truth Harry's office was buried deep within the structure of his latest and greatest invention.
He had conquered matter conversion runes and had a business cleaning up the world, filtering the oceans, taking away the landfills and junkyards and sewage outlets, and reclaiming lands long lost.
He had started on the site of an ancient elemental battle and taken back the desert from millenia of desertification, starting at the middle and most inaccessible of the Sahara, rose up a fountain of pure fresh water, and rivers flowing out across the land. These rivers all started at some point in an ocean or lake that was polluted beyond measure, and the pollutants and heavy metals filtered out, leaving life-giving pure water.
The unwanted matter was again filtered into long chain hydrocarbons, metals, pure elements and the off-fall of civilization. Harry's companies were the biggest suppliers of raw materials in the world by a factor of hundreds. All you had to do was specify what it is you needed in alloy or element, and it could be supplied, including materials long thought impossible in nature of manufacture.
In truth it was transfiguration on the atomic level.
One potential problem with all this was the losses. When matter is converted from one form into another, it created heat, and there was also a certain loss of mass also..that is, matter converted into energy and thus heat is created.
It was Hermione who suggested the idea, originally, to use what was basically a nuclear power plat design to capture the heat and create steam and use that steam as power to generate electricity. It worked quite well.
Soon all of Europe and The UK were powered by these matter conversion plants, and the local governments were anxious to turn over ownership of nuclear facilities to the Potter corporations for conversion, in fact paying them for the privilege.
This freed up Harry and his followers to more and more adventures in creativity, using the flying eyes that he had thought up as exploration devices, by remote, allowing scientists, technomages and explorers to enter into hostile and unforgiving environments without any discomfort at all, allowing those to assign full time eyes to track endangered beasts and creatures, to search out hidden and lost lands while bypassing wards or protections, to track the lost and the missing, for law enforcement to watch and search out crime and criminal activity.
This freed up the population to do things more creative and useful to civilization. In time it would lead to an increase in population, so at some point in the future, barring apocalypse, there would have to be licensing to have children, and it would come to pass that only those who could reproduce without birth defect would be allowed to breed. Those who had criminal behavior would be eliminated from the breeding pool, as well as those who had a propensity for genetic insanity or cancers.
It wouldn't take more than a thousand years to reach this point, but just in case, Harry made plans for that future.
One of Harry's secrets was that he found that he loved to read, and much of what he read was so-called 'science fiction', That is, fantasies and worlds of the future.. many of the possible scenarios that he planned for he had read about in his books and that opened possibilities.
He pondered the collapse of human civilization, the apocalyptic end of all things, the bright and shining cities on the hills and the galaxy spanning empires.
All this with a certain seed of knowledge that his people had come from out there, and he or his descendants one day would come in contact with those ancestral races, and he did not want to be found wanting.
One of the many problems he found with the planet of refuge that his people had been on was the over-breeding of the descendants of the original inhabitants. He pondered this for several long years, wondering what was the right thing to do, He was tempted to just let the chips fall where they may and let nature take it's course..it came down to "think of it as evolution in action", a quote from his favorite writer, Larry Niven.
The girls talked him around it and into a mindset of 'help them control their own environment and see what happens'. So that is what they were doing. Along the way, of course they were also making an impressive profit at it.
He looked out at the horizon, he didn't want to be an overlord, either dark or light. He wanted to work in his shop, make love to his wives and have a big family. So he delegated everything he could and did just that.
All those years ago, Harry and Sirius had entered into the now crashed 'Black Island' which was now a pile of South African granite in a Wilshire barley field. In the ruins of that island, they collected the massive quantities of lodestone, and encapsulated it for transport, removing the lift and motive power for the former flying Island. That done, they explored the ruins and found in several parts the captured spirits of the dead prisoners and slaves of the ancient Black family pirate.
Sirius as the Head of the Black family apologized to the spirits and released them from their bondage after Harry called upon Death to open up the gates of Avalon to receive the freed prisoners into the comforting arms of the afterlife.
The young gothish woman who appeared to Harry and Sirius opened her arms to the freed prisoners and led them away without a word.
As she passed out of sight, she winked at Harry with a small smile.
He leaned back in his comfortable chair and closed his eyes, thinking back on all the potential realities he had avoided with Luna's help. Some where he was potioned up and married off to Ginny, Some where he was dead, in more than one scenario, in the first reality Luna told him about where Hermione and Harry went to a hotel in Glasgow when Ron had abandoned them.
Many of these realities came out with the 'light side' winning, but for the most part they were unsatisfying, a Pyrrhic victory, but this reality that he lived in was for the most part, the best of all possible worlds.
When Harry and Sirius had investigated the hulk of the former Black Island, they found a variety of artifacts, some dark, some not, most broken and beyond use, but some..Harry had picked up a crystal sphere with a swirling light inside from the ruins of a iron-bound wooden chest. When he did so and looked into the sphere, he was transfixed.
Sirius found him half an hour later, frozen, gazing into the sphere.
"Harry!..Harry! Snap out of it!
Sirius put on his dragonhide gloves and smacked the object out of his godson's hands.
The sphere bounced once and rolled over into the corner as Harry shook himself, trying to gain his senses..
"What was that"?.. Both Harry and Sirius spoke at the same time..
Harry spoke first. "How long was I ..there?
"I haven't heard a peep from you in about twenty minutes or so..what was that thing?"
His Godfather was concerned, he remembered the episode with the Mirror of Erised that Harry had told him about.
"I dunno Sirius, I saw myself doing things I never did, and things I did do.. I mean.." he sounded flustered.
"Lemmee try again.. remember when Luna spoke of the Myriad Ways, with all the alternative realities?
"Well, I saw a lot of those alternatives, each starting with when I made a decision to go this way instead of that, and what might have happened if I had gone the other way.." He looked distraught. "In an awful lot of these ways, you die, or I die or my girls die because of a decision I make.."
Sirius sighed. "Well they didn't, and I didn't so you don't have to worry about it now do you?"
Harry whirled his wand at the rotted chest the sphere came from "Repario"
The chest reformed it's rotted wood into strong oak lined with silk. Harry picked it up and coaxed the sphere back into the chest without touching it, and once done, put a locking charm on it so it couldn't be opened easily. Sighing, he sat on the chest and ran his hands across his hair into a stretch.
"I found the earliest point I could see was when I picked up a Runes book over the summer when I was at Privet Drive, and you remember some of the things I came up with then, right?"
Sirius laughed, remembering the dinner where they sat and insulted the Dursleys while being invisible to them.
"Yes, I remember.. what about it?"
"Well, in another version of reality, I didn't pick up that book and never learned how to manipulate Runes and I lived out my life as a pawn and puppet of the Old Man..that I willingly went into the forest and let Tom kill me." he paused.."And I ended up with Ginny and Hermione was with Ron, and Luna was gone from my life.." he put his face in his hands.."My gods, what could have happened.. I'd rather stay dead.!"
Harry snapped awake. Hermione and Luna walked into his office and the comfortable chair expanded to accommodate the three of them together. The girls.. Women snuggled into the chair on either side of him and held his hands.
"You waiting for launch?"
He said nothing but nodded, looking into his brown-eyed wife's eyes. He turned as Luna squeezed his other hand. He pulled this hand up into a kiss and slipped out of the chair, pulling the women along with him.
"I suppose they will want us on the bridge."
He stood tall and pulled his uniform into a tidy fit.
"how do I look, ladies?"
"like as pompous peacock."
Hermione smirked at him.
mock-Insulted he turned to Luna.
"And you, my love?"
She gave a perky salute, Very Admirally, Admiral Potter sir"
As she did, her and Hermione's clothes transfigured into 18th century seaman's uniforms to match Harry's 18th Century British Admiral's uniform, complete with hat.
Of course the women's uniforms were skin tight and had short shorts that barely covered anything.
"well, as much fun as these would be, I think we should show some decorum.." Hermione spoke with a raised eyebrow.
Luna got a pouty look on her face and crossed her arms "Oh poo!"and with a wave of her wand canceled the wardrobe changes.
Harry looked from girl to girl and Hermione's face softened. "We'll play later, Luna dear, ok?"
Luna brightened instantly and jumped and hugged her older sister-wife.
Harry smiled at the women and shook his head.
"C'mon, lets go. He headed towards the door.
Twenty years of hard work had come to the full with this ship.
All told she looked kind of like a turnip, a ten mile wide turnip.
The upper part was pinkish and the lower part white and it had a thousand foot long spike tapering down on the bottom.
The upper part was pinkish, because the overlapping layers of wards and shields, all thirteen layers of them, all rotating in their own designated direction. The lower half was white, in that it was the natural color of the material that the ship was made of. Long chain molecules atomically tied one to another in an unbreakable chain, woven and wrapped into a basket form,
Inside the basket was the gravity repelling lodestone which had been encased in a crystal lattice in an arithmetically computed pattern, thus allowing more efficiency in inertia absorption and control.
The `drive elements' would stick out of the base of the turnip at thirteen different locations the spike was a multi-purpose tool, dipping into the sea or atmosphere as needed. It was useful for gathering mass to convert to energy or materials needed for supplies, as no system , no matter how well designed is a closed system. There would always be need for air or oxygen or organic matter to convert to food.
One of the many discoveries of the research projects that Harry's companies funded was overcoming Gamp's law, the one which says that you cannot conjure food safely, since they were working at an atomic level, they indeed could, once they had a sample to work from.
All they needed was a perfect example of something and then all they needed to do was plug in the correct atoms in the correct places in a matrix. The creators of this process called the storage file a 'pattern buffer' as they were trekkies.
This all took a great deal of coordination, from the IT services, who maintained the knowledge base, to the medical staff who monitored all food and potions for proper nutrient and active agent levels. It wouldn't do to have potions made poorly.
The governing design of the ship as well as all of Harry's companies was based on a chain of command. Every magical person in the world had a place in the chain, whether they wanted it or not. Those who did not want contact with the group were left to be on their own, but each was given an emergency portkey to get themselves and their loved ones out of danger. Some used it, some did not.
It had not taken long to gather all magicals into one database, In airports, in train stations, in every Starbucks in the world, a mirror was placed. Normals saw nothing but a bland piece of artwork or an advertising poster, something to ignore. Anyone magical could see the ongoing broadcast from the magical TV network, with invitations to contact their nearest office for more information, for available jobs and help.
This way many were pulled out of poverty or unpleasant situations, pulled out of bad relationships or the like.
There were jobs available, healers, education both normal and magical.. The support services for the Ship alone were well over ten thousand people, not to mention almost ten thousand living and working on board.
All these jobs and offers were made to all magical races, be they trolls, elves, dwarves, goblins or Centaurs..The offer was to reclaim their heritage and their traditional places in galactic society.
As many personnel as the Ship needed to run it's daily operations, ten times that many were needed to support it from the Earth, not to mention the control of the reclaimed lands all around the world.. Every place there was a job repairing the Earth of the damage done to it, the teams negotiated payment from the local governments, and as so many of those governments were corrupt or just plain broken, the payment came in the form of people or land.. People who just happened to be carrying magical genes, or had magical potential in their bloodlines.
Many of the people claimed as payment were the victims of abuse, suppression, slavery or prisoners of one sort or another.
Harry had set certain standards, which he adopted based on his moral compass whom was of course, Hermione.. they came across a nation whose systematic abuse and absolute control of women was beyond the pale, and so they took action.
Shortly thereafter came the day gifting the Glorious Leader of the nation, who claimed he was ruling as God would have him rule... was something of a bait and switch..
while the eyes of the nation were on the capitol throne where the Glorious Leader received a ten meter sphere of pure gold and as the shouts of praise rose around them, wards, impenetrable wards rose on the borders of that land, and every magical person and artifact in the country disappeared, followed shortly thereafter by all the political prisoners, hidden revolutionaries and the biggest thing, every woman and every child under the age of ten.
This left Glorious Leader sitting on a golden throne ruling over a nation of like thinking men.
It was less than a year before the land had been decimated with the assaults from the military on the wards being ineffectual..a row of tanks at fifty meters from the ward firing shell after shell after shell, which vanished into nothingness. Soon they ran out of ammunition, out of fuel, out of food, and there were emaciated rags of men fighting over scraps while Glorious Leader sacrificed the youngest to his god and received no answers.
The wards stayed up for ten years after that, until there were no living humans inside that country.
The predecessors to The Ship were like stone clouds floating over the planet.
Eyes carved of alloys never heard of went to and fro on the earth, looking and tasting and searching, gathering data, gathering samples, gathering history.
The norms became aware of being watched and were trying very hard to find out who was watching them, few knew that it was the magicals, very few, because every skyship was hidden from view by clouds, weather, darkness or sunspot. Not a one of them could be seen directly, although some scientists were able to trace a signature here or there, as no matter what the magic was, physics still applied, The law of Gravity was still the law, even though subverted by the magical invaders.
Eyes watched, sniffers sniffed, sources of materials were found in the unlikeliest places rivers sprouted in the desert and the desert turned green and brilliant, but these were unseen by the norms, because every reclaimed area was hidden, even in the middle of cities, entire cities were emptied and disappeared without a trace. An entire state in the North American continent was taken and the harsh environment in that area was inhabited by Yeti and cold weather peoples.
Greg Goyle had turned into a pretty good wizard after he was freed from the bondage to the Malfoy family. He had learning disabilities, but with help and once he had learned to read he prospered, taking animal husbandry and learned about modern methods and techniques raised massive amounts of livestock of various sorts in a lot of the hidden lands.
He of course did this with the help of thousands of wizards and non wizards, a herd of goats here, llamas there, alpacas and aardvarks where needed.
He married Millie Bulstrode and between them raised four sons and a daughter and by all reports were happy.
The hidden lands in the desert were populated by the refugees of various places.. there was one region populated entirely by women, the wards and government controlled by women, the farms and gardens tilled and harvested by women. The land was inhabited by magicals and mundanes alike. The women there spent years recovering from a lifetime of abuse and degradation, many needing extensive repair to their bodies and minds. They adopted children and raised them properly, and teaching them to be human again.
The leaders of the mundane world were aware of some of this, but their hands were tied, because of the power that Harry's organization had.. if they wanted to break away from the hidden control of the magicals, they would suffer the consequences. A good example was illustrated when the leader of an unnamed European country was trying to force a negotiation with Fleur
The meeting was high in a tower overlooking the capital city, and the Prime Minister and his associates were all seated at their high benches making accusations and demanding actions immediately.
Fleur was seated at the table in front of these imperious men, and kept a calm facade.
The Minister in question was glaring, expecting an answer.
Fleur rose and spoke:
"Mr Prime Minister, you leave me no alternative with your demands upon our association, we must withdraw our resources from your nation"
with that she gathered her papers and placed them in her valise.
She opened her mirror and spoke one sentence.
"Proceed with operation 12, mon ami"
She closed her mirror and put it away.
The Minister looked somewhat flustered and then asked
"What is Operation 12 Miss Delacour?
She was putting on her black cloak to leave but turned to face the older bureaucrat.
"First, the electricity we generate will stop, then the water we purify will cease, followed by cessation of all food deliveries from our farms and food production facilities,"
"all raw materials for industry are being diverted to places who are cooperating, and no one of our retail outlets will accept any of your finished goods, no matter the price cutting."+
Our clinics, hospitals and schools are now all closing.."
she looked at her watch and glanced out the windows of the room as the city went dark
"Our security forces are now withdrawing and if you look toward the airport and rail facilities, the last transport just left."
She picked up her valise and flipped her hair back over her shoulder
"You're on your own."
"if you change your mind, call for me."
she raised an eyebrow and with a snap of her fingers, vanished.
The leaders argued and fought over what had happened, and what the fallout would be, They watched in horror as fires and riot broke out in the beautiful city bellow them, as large areas of the city went dark, who knew what was going on down there. As for themselves, they could not leave the floor, the elevators did not work, and no one could find a staircase, but they could get food and water, and so, maintained for the time, while every one of them was frantically trying to contact their home countries, their diplomats , their embassies, all to no avail.
They all listened as one more aggressive nation suggested that they launch a military attack against the known offices of the Potter group. Every nation had one , out of which they did all business and negotiations, and this tower, itself was one of the groups towers, a black glass spire rising up out of the center of the city, self-sufficient and protected against invasion and assault.
"If you raise your hand against even one of my people your nations will suffer, and because of your plans, however unformed, I have decreed that your military machines will no longer work."
The leaders worried amongst themselves, and it took several hours to figure out what the voice meant. It took a while for the messages to get back to the leaders in their hidden places
Not one helo would fly, no engines would start on any military aircraft or vehicle, no weapon would fire, explode or launch. The Chemical warheads were now filled with baking powder and sand, the nuclear materials were now lead and tin, the biology experiments that no one talked about were so much mold and cheese. The military forces of most of these nations were now armed with fists, rocks and sharp sticks.
The politicians and decision makers argued and made threats to each other and toward the Potter organization, but it came to naught, they looked out he windows and saw the dark cities lit with growing flames and argued about what to do.
They argued through the night, dawn arose and as the sun came up the delegated leader came to Fleur and made their offer.
"We will bow to your offers, and we will accept your direct control, for the sake of our peoples."
It was a total surrender on the part of the politicians, They knew that if they did not give in, they would probably not survive the day amongst their subjects, At this point is when most politicians realized that they were the servants and not the rules over the populace.
"After the codocils were signed and the paperwork filed appropriately, Fleur opened her mirror again and spoke to the operator waiting.
Operation 13, please" once she received confirmation, she snapped the mirror shut and began to leave once more.
"Excuse me Miss Delacour?
What is Operation 13?"
"Look for yourself" she waved to the great windows overlooking the capital city.
They did and saw no fires, no riots, no dark spaces where the power was out, by all ways of observing, it looked like a prosperous healthy city.
"you see what we want you to see,
you hear what we want you to hear
you know what we want you to know.
Just remember this:"
"we are looking out after your best interests, because until you grow up as a civilization you need someone to look out for you. We are not Big Brother, but we will keep you from hurting yourselves."
"You have free will, you have self determination, We do not control you, but if you want to rise up and expand into the universe, you will have to learn to work together amongst yourselves without regard to race, color, language, gender or species."
she paused to look each of them in the eye.
"There are forces out there in the Universe that are greater than you or I can imagine.
"Some may want to control us, some may want to destroy us,
We, the human race here on the Earth, we are not going to be found wanting
because we can't get along with each other."
This speech was recorded and spread worldwide, and much discussed. There was an outcry against the group being a freestanding entity with no national affiliation having as much power as one of the world's nations, if not more power, because they were not bound by any particular nations law or culture, but their own law and culture. What most did not realize is that the basis of that law and culture was determined by five people, Harry, Hermione, Luna Mooney and Sirius.
They knew that among themselves that they were possibly too human centric, and should receive input from non-human races, and thus did so, asking for input from Dobby, and Shala, as well as the leaders of the Goblins, the Dwarves and the Centaurs. On occasion they asked for input from the vampires, but for some reason the vampires were reluctant, and kept to themselves.
The Lycan input was a given, as Mooney had become the de facto leader of the lycans on the Earth, as he was their employer for the most part.
Fleur reported back to Harry's council of advisers what she had done, and they agreed that she was following policy that had been set out at the beginning, treat the mundanes kindly, but if they rebel, isolate them. Their job was to repair the damage to the planet that their people were marooned on, and get back into the galaxy.
The preliminary report came in about ten years after the discovery of the sarcophagus found in the tomb in Egypt. It was not so much a replicator, as a sampling device, it was put in place some thousands of years before by a race who wanted to collect samples of the best and strongest of every species, and collect that DNA information into a database, and possibly be able to replicate them at some remote location . When it was opened, and they had found Harry's DNA sample in it, it became apparent that Harry had been sampled, and was now in some database. Harry shrugged it off as just another bit of 'Harry luck' and went about his business. The scientists investigating the artifact were able to identify almost a hundred thousand separate samples stored in the database , and they used Harry's sample as a kind of 'Rosetta stone' baseline. Going back through the samples they identified hominids, various birds and fish and mammals and other species, including some that were distinctly alien , that is to say, not of this Earth human. This did not give much evidence as to who had built the thing. When talking to the scientists and technomages working on it, they said they would probably attempt a replication within the next ten years, and wondered if he was willing to let them try with his own DNA, he said that he would think about it, he had ten years after all.
He did however forbid them from doing it without first gong before a council, on the possibility that it might alert some outside forces or something.
As a significant percentage of the peoples on the Earth became either employees of clients or colonists of the newly opened lands, travel became easier, the Skyships became common sights above the cities and states of the world, they were based on the layout of the original Black Island,
and took some fanciful shapes, Great airships with oars rowing through the skies, Dirigibles with open platforms manned by Victorian gentlemen, all manner of oddity, as well as some retro-futuristic shapes.
Many of these ships were manned and operated by normal mundane humans, and almost all of the technology was human made, but the basic motive drives and lift elements were sealed against non -magical tampering, in fact if one of the elements were opened without the correct magical procedure, they internals were rendered inert matter and useless. Harry called it the 'Shipstone effect' another thing he had learned from his reading of fiction.
Useful information was learned from many places, some very surprising. In building new communities,
Someone in the group became addicted to 'Simcity' and worked diligently figuring out the optimal layout of schools, libraries, recreation , housing and jobs. This was taken into consideration when building the cities in the desert, not overbuilding, making urban areas , but putting enough of everything for the people to use and be comfortable. Farms, support business, offices , medical and educational.
Harry's methods was to put a watersource evenly every mile and build a community clinic/school/meeting space.
The rest of the world was open, and the skyships now went about their business without any opposition. Cities fell, whole nations were swept clean of all signs of civilization whole areas were put under cultivation, not growing crops but rather regrowing the natural habitat.
Plains and early growth forest, pushing onward into climax forest, The Centaurs used their magic to force growth forward and where there once stood shopping malls and parking lots were now ancient forests..
this is the forest primeval
bearded in moss and in garments green
the murmuring pines and the hemlocks
stand like druids of eld...
(Evangeline by Longfellow)
Shala took the various herds of dragons, that is if they could be called herds, and set up nurseries in the appropriate environments , some high in the mountains, some on the Antarctic ice, some in the hot dry vastness. Each type of dragon was given their own particular place in the world and encouraged to multiply, and Shala mentored each and every possible queen so that she would have peers in the world.
She even encouraged her own daughter to be a Queen, as Shala had had a thousand lifetimes and was now fairly independent
She kept her island home at Potters Keep, since it had sentimental value to her, not to mention the tasty spiders on the next island over.
The magical population grew.
The magical populations had a population surge, now that the ignorance of the pureblood manifesto had been expunged, and replaced with a doctrine of fair and equitable treatment for all.
The history of the blood wars and the manipulations of Albus Dumbledore were taught in the schools as an object lesson.
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By the time twenty years had passed, the magical population of the world had slightly more than tripled, and the people living in the new territories was close to 117 million people.
117 million people with clean water, good food, jobs, education, and a sense of purpose and community.
Harry strode towards the Bridge with Hermione on his right and Luna on his left.
Luna had finally come out of her funk after her abduction and her father's death, and decided she didn't want to be the little sister any more and told Hermione so. It took another two years for Harry to accept this and at that point the three of them were married, and after several years they had between them seven children.
The kids were all in the nursery watching on the viewscreen as was every other magical in the world.
They entered the Bridge and the mate sounded the whistle and announced "Admiral on Deck!"
Everyone stood at attention.
Harry and the Ladies assumed their position
Everyone looked to Harry expectantly
He sighed. "I suppose I must make a speech here.. alright then."
"We have fought the good fight and stopped the forces of evil
we have turned back the devastation of unchecked civilizations
we have gathered our people and brought them back to their heritage.
This is just the first step of many."
he looked to each of his friends gathered on the Bridge of the great ship.
"Earth is our home, and has been so for the last 200 millenia, and we will return home soon."
"But for now, we are going to go and see if we can find our relatives out there"
"With that I name this ship Seeker"
he gave his first order.
"Captain, the ship is yours, proceed"
The captain nodded and gave the orders to the various crewmen who did their jobs
From the outside the ship blurred as the wards spun up to speed. The huge craft lifted slightly, a mere thousand feet, thus making the bottom spire float just a few meters off the surface of the ocean.
On the bottom of the hull the thirteen drive shells glowed with a rainbow of colors normally associated with a portkey and with an acceleration that could not be tracked went upward, leaving behind a vacuum which fell in upon itself with thunder and lightning.
From the viewpoint of a hundred miles away all you could see was a lightning colored streak which went straight up. Followed by a myriad of lightning strikes and thunder which echoed for more than an hour.
And then nothing.
And thus begins the true story.
Ok. that is the end of The Power.
Harry used the power of thinking, and of asking for help.
Technology has it's place at the side of magic,
to understand transfiguration on an atomic level, you have to understand atomic bonds and
There is no way that Harry and friends could have done it without the cooperation of thousands of people, both magical and non magical.
He used the power of humanity.
He used the power of fair treatment and equal rights among all peoples, regardless of what species or race.
There are those who will say that this story is/was a confused mess.
I don't disagree.
This story has way too many ideas in it, and it tries to go off in all directions at once.
It could have been a story where Harry and Hermione went to a hotel in Glasgow and showed their love for one another, and then found a smart way to end the threat of Voldemort.
It could have been a story where Harry discovered runes and created a way to sort atoms and create a company.
It could have been a story where Harry discovers his families ancestral Keep and explored all that that entailed, like how were his parents tricked into leaving a safe place, etc.
It could have been a story about Harry and Rudy the elf and pirate radio influencing the magical world via broadcast.
And then there is Shala. There is so many things that could have been done with Shala, the finest example thus far is Bobmin's HP and the Dragonriders of Pern stories.
Some people laid into me because it had Lunar Harmony, some people laid into me because it did not.
Some people were offended because a vague reference to a plural marriage.
The last time I posted chapter 29 there was quite a bit of people telling me I did it wrong, that I didn't do it right, that I made wrong assumptions, etc.
This annoyed me, so I deleted my yahoo group, told the community that
I was leaving and did so.
I suppose that if I had stayed away, no one would notice.
After 6 months or so, I needed something to read, and went back to Caer Azkaban and followed Rors and his writing, as well as a few others.
I continued to poke at rewriting chapter 29 to my satisfaction.
A Ffnet user sent me a PM asking for Chapter 29 because he liked the story.
Today he Pm'd me again.
So, this is chapter 29.
The last chapter of The Power.
This is for anotherfanfictionreader.