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~ Raven's Wrath ~

Pain…

Tears…..

Loneness….

Peace.

- Raven's Wrath –

Aerten was in the proverbial rock and hard situation. That being said when you are a goddess that situation quick evolved into volcano and frozen arctic sea. On the one hand she had to do this otherwise the whole magical world on Midgard will fall under the rule of megalomaniac Tom Riddle. Honestly what was she thinking when she cooked up this plan of her to reduce the prejudice in wizarding world and give the new blood a good life she could not remember. Honestly, she could not!

'I am definitely not drinking that much ale again!'

On the other hand she had now to meet and request for help from her sister Morrigan. Normally that would not have been an big deal but considering that her latest mess up had jeopardized the future of not just some but all of her Sister's subjects on Midgard, well she knew she was going to get an earful. Goddess of fate she might be but everyone above and below knew the temper of the Phantom Queen. It was to be avoided even on the best of her day, Dagda forbid on her worst.

Upon reaching her destination she gently pried the door open. In there, her sister was sitting on a stool combing her hair.

"Well met sister!" she chirped energetically.

That action alone was enough to set warning bells ringing in her sister's mind. This was the exact tone in which she greeted her before the fiasco of Napoleon, or Hittler, or Ivan.

Now the comb was forgotten. She sighed in exasperation and asked," What have you done now, sister?"

"You remember Harry?" Aerten started hesitatingly knowing there was no good in lying.

"Harry of Potter? The child you chose for the reforms in wizarding world? Whom you sent to abusive swine for character formation? What of him?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Aerten winced. Her sister was not in favor of her this move and was very vocal about it. While many thought of her as bloodthirsty and cruel deity they forgot she was also called The Great Mother. She only backed down after the reassurance that the child will not be permanently harmed and will find plenty of love later in life. Even she did not want another Edward II. That man was just a disaster.

"Well, you know about his relatives….. well they …. Kind of….."

"Aerten…." The phantom queen growled.

"They went overboard and he died."

The glare she got at her this statement made her wanted to bolt away from the room, so she hurriedly finished what she wanted to say " When he arrived in heaven. We tried to send him back. Even gave him the offer of activating his elemental power early so his relative would not be a threat to him but he firmly refused."

One thing the deities had made as an explicit and unbreakable rule was that no one will take away the free will of any sentient being. You can influence them but not outright control them. The Potters could have kept Harry with them with a little resistance and stubbornness but the ease with which they sent little Harry away was more than a little sickening to other gods and goddesses. Needless to say Potters will not be seeing the gates of heaven any time soon, if ever. They knew Potters would have done that revolting act without their nudge, Aerten just quickened the inevitable. That was one of the reasons she did not faced much of resistance in her plans.

"Serves you RIGHT! They were going to send him to orphanage but noooooo you had to send a little boy to the monsters like them that even devil himself is ashamed of their act! The all knowing fate is always right, isn't she?" The goddess of war spat angrily and Aerten winced again. "Now why have you come to me!"

"Could…. Could you help me in this mess?" Aerten stuttered ' This is not my day and this definitely is not looking good. Thank Dagda I am immortal!"

"Why should I? This is your mess. You take care of it! First you play your half cocked game on MY subject and then you get the only thing I asked in return wrong and get that child killed so horribly. Now you have gall to ask help from me?" The goddess hissed.

"I am sorry. I …. I did not knew they would go that far. Please, it will destroy lives of all of your subjects. Please?"

Morrigan took a calming breath and held out her right hand. A raven appeared on it. She then spoke "Fetch wrath. Tell him I need to see him now."

The raven cawed once and flew away. Then she turned to Aerten, "I will help you this once. If any other of your half cooked scheme goes awry then that is on you. Now you will leave this whole mess to me and will play no role other than audience."

Her voice made it very clear that the only sane option was an affirmative response.

Hence Aerten nodded "Thank You."

While Aerten knew she had gotten her wish. The word for wrath filled her with dread.

He was one of the three enforcers of Morrigan.

They were beings who were called to arms when war between REALMS went out of hand. Their number was always 3. Enforcers were capable of laying entire planets to waste. On any other occasion their powers were restricted before they were send. The enforcers were trained by all the gods and goddesses but loyal only to the phantom Queen. They were nigh immortals and can only be killed in battles, by decapitation. When they grew tired of the bloodshed they were stripped of their powers and were sent to heaven for the rest of the eternity. There have been only 8 of them including the 3 serving now.

The person in question gave her chills. While he was the youngest of the three, he had made a reputation for himself by battling many greater gods and goddesses to stalemate. While the other two were fiercely loyal to The Great Queen, his loyalty and dedication gave fanaticism a whole new meaning. Extremely ruthless and if needed his sadism had put Devil's to shame. He was not knowledgeable in all the fields, hell he did not knew m of medicine apart of the wound and battle type neither was a brilliant inverter. No. He was a warrior and that was he good at - waging war. Be it physical or political.

Everyone had forgotten his real name after he had taken the name of Raven's-wrath and insisted to call him by it. He was just called that, Wrath.

She knew that this person will change the world beyond any known.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

Charlus Frankfurt Potter was not having a good day. No, scratch that, he was not having a good decade. One would think that being in heaven would be a good thing and end of all pain but when your own son willfully abandoned his son in custody of monsters and you have to see him being beaten to the very inch of death and thrown in a cupboard to starve, who could have a good day.

He and his wife died of dragon pox. They were happy and content with their life. They had a son, daughter-in-law and had seen two of their grandchildren. What else they could have asked more? Now thinking of that very son made him wanted to throw up. He was everything he did not wanted his heir to be. Arrogant, fame seeking fool, boastful and now he could be easily argued of kin-slaying. He could not believe that that waste of space originated from his loins.

At this very moment they were talking to Wrath as everybody called him.

While no doubt dangerous, he had a fun personality. Engaging, cheerful, full of innuendoes and barrel of laugh the Wrath is. They met him in their second month in heaven when they were sitting near the lake and the bastard was flirting with sea nymphs. How they became friends even he did not knew. He always brought a laugh with him though.

But today's conversation was not funny or light but somber. Their grandchild was sleeping on the bed with his head on his wife Dorea's lap who was sitting beside him combing Harry's hairs soothingly with her fingers.

Their reunion was not happy one and at that time more that ever he cursed that waste of space he called son. His heart wept hundred times over when he saw his grandson approaching him with fear of rejection and in anticipation of hurt in his eyes. He had never seen his wife so angry and sad at once. The child wept himself to sleep upon receiving their love.

He heard his wife say " I can't believe I ever considered that bitch my daughter. The likes of them give gold digging whore bad name. Even whores have enough humanity to care for their child."

"Forget her, milady. The little tyke is all who matters now." There was just sadness in wrath's voice.

Suddenly a raven entered the room and started cawing. Wrath just heaved a sigh and stood up " The goddess is calling me, most probably because of the little tyke. He had quite the destiny infront of him."

This gained his attention. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Do you even have to ask my friend? Order it." Wrath replied with a little smile.

" If you are sent to earth and it does not jeopardizes your mission, destroy the Potters." While wrath raised an eyebrow in askance, the complete lack of reaction from his wife told the tale of how much they loathed the remaining of Potter family. "Don't leave anything of them, annihilate them. I don't want my legacy to be written by these low lives. They have blackened the Potter name enough!"

Wrath had a look of understanding. He remembered his mortal life before he was chosen. He had his fair share of beating from his father but they were received when blotched something in his training too much but not for just existing. "It will be done. Well met Charlus, Dorea"

Then wrath vanished from the sight and Charlus slumped back to his seat thinking on how to undo the damage done to his grandson.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

Wrath was what he was called. He very well remembered his birth name - hard to forget when you have an eidetic memory - but he preferred Wrath. It filled him with pride and purpose. He was Wrath of The Raven Goddess.

He was born in a warrior clan and trained to be one. His dedication to the Phantom Queen was what drew her attention to him. When he was given the chance to become the chance to become her enforcer, He - like any sane person - jumped on it. His few hundred years were then spent well in training that he received from gods and goddesses. Well of combat at least. He was - like other two enforcers – a master necromancer. It was part and parcel of the job. So he was by no means a virgin. After all blood, death and sex were the most powerful means of magic. He had made many trips to Midgard or Earth as they called for the said rituals. Prostitutes were very willing to turn blind eye given enough coins and there were many low life deserving of death for various rituals.

At this moment he was standing outside the door of his goddess. He gently entered the room and went down to a knee " My Goddess, you called for me."

"Yes, Wrath. Rise. I think you have heard of fate of little Harry?"

"Yes, my goddess. I am friends with Charlus and Dorea. The child is sleeping as we speak." He said as he stood.

"Good, he will need all the love he can get. He is also the reason why I have called for you. I have a new mission for you."

"I am yours to command."

"You will go to Midgard. You will be in the body of Little Harry. Prophecy curtsy of my sister Aerten binds the end of Tom Riddle to Harry. We can bend the prophecy only so far."

"Understood my goddess but am I not a little too much just for Tom Riddle?" Wrath asked unsurely. It was also the truth. Sending wrath just for Voldemort will be like using a nuclear bomb just to kill a mosquito. Technically it will get the job done but was so much of overkill that it was not even funny.

The goddess of war nodded her head regally, " That is just a side task. I want you to do something about the newbloods who have received my gift of magic. It is way past the time that something is done about their plight. Do what you think is necessary for it. You will remain on Midgard until I call you back. You are obviously restricted from using any of your greater powers. You will of course retain all your necromantic and elemental powers and weapons but all the divine weapons will be denied to you till I decide it is necessary." She knew that even at this moment his mind was racing in how to accomplish this task "Do you need anything for this task."

"Yes, I would request the gift of Metamorphagism for at least few months." It was a gift that you either had or you did not there was no way of gaining it.

"You will have the gift for next seven months. You have 1 Midgard hours to prepare."

"Thy will be done." He bowed upon seeing her gesture to leave.

As he turned to leave he heard the goddess say, "Oh and you will meet your mates upon your time on Midgard. You will know."

He again bowed and said "As you see fit, my goddess." and left.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

At this moment Wrath was traversing through the halls of the place where dead came, his target Angel Jacob. Jacob was one of the most senior angels there were and one of his very good friend.

"Well met Jacob"

"Ah Well met Wrath. I haven't seen you in ages my friend. How is everything?" Jacob greeted him enthusiastically.

"Everything is good. I have a new mission and I need your help."

"Of course, what can I do to help you?"

"Get me the list and details of the wealthiest Drug Lord, Terrorist funder and Human trafficker, in that order and preferably in Britain. Also get me the list of countries where the blood bigotry is worst in wizarding world and have a sizable landmass."

"Just a second." He snapped his finger and two lists appeared. He handed them over to Wrath who quickly memorized them.

"Here you go. Also Russia and China are the worst in the Blood also having a huge landmass. So I take it Harry's mission is now passed to you?"

"Yeah, buddy. Can you get me a bank account, preferable Swis. Then send me in Harry's body. Heal it if you will"

Another snap of Jaboc's finger, now he had the detail of 3 swis bank accounts.

"Thanks my friend."

"None required my friend. We all after all serve the goddess. Well met Wrath."

"Well met, Jacob." He felt a squeezing sensation all over his body and the he knew no more.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

"Hummp" Wrath or more appropriately Harry grunted. Then he started to analyze the body ignoring the pain. After the amount of pain he felt during his training this might as well be a pinprick.

"Oh man they sure did a number on him. Even after healing this guy is skinny runt and weak as shit! Ok now let's get cracking."

He stood up in his cupboard to adjust to his new body and did a few small stretches before calling a ball of Black necromantic fire into existence on the palm of his right hand.

"hummm, All things functional. Now lets get some blood to acquire our physical prowess back." He thought as he opened the door to his cupboard.

The Ture necromancer had speed greater than that of a master Vampires and strength to put trolls to same. Considering that Vampires were created by necromancer it was no new news. The necromancers primarily wielded 4 types of flames.

1 The Black Fire, that destroys anything it touches and causes pain that puts cruciatus to shame. It was the inspiration behind feindfire.

2 The White fire, or the healing Flame, also a misnomer. It can heal any physical wound but it destroys the mind if used excessively with painkiller due to extreme amount to pleasure it causes.

3 The Red Fire, normal fire leaves nothing but ashes.

4 The Blue Fire, destroys any trace of water from the target the freezes it below sub zero.

There is a special fifth kind of fire that is acquired by very, very few necromancer as it requires them to drink freely given blood of a creature of pure light like phoenixes or unicorn given specifically to them without corrosion. Necromancer being dark anyone can understand that it is a pretty rare event.

It was the silver fire or the fire of judgment. As the name suggests it destroyed only those who it deem evil and sinner.

He went to the kitchen where his three relatives were sitting. He stood by the door frame using it as the support.

"Hello, Uncle, aunt, fatzo. A good meal?" he greeted, a taunting smirk adorning his lips.

The three of them nearly jumped out of their seats on his sudden greeting. They were all surprised how he was talking much less standing after the beating he had received.

While Petunia was immediately alert knowing and feeling something bad up at his rapid healing, Vernon and Duddly the fools they were now just angry at his appearance.

"FREAK! How …" What he was going to say no one will ever know due to the fact that Harry just hit all three with a wand less body-bind.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle, has anyone not told you that it is height of Bad manners to call anyone a freak?" he tutted tauntingly then continued "ah well it is none of my problem. I am just here for a little food then I will be out of your hair."

His smile turned predatory, "And guess who is on the menu?"

He then replaced the body-binds with a modified version that left the head free.

"Tonight I will be your judge, jury and executioner. Welcome to the court of Wrath."

Then he turned to Duddly and drawled " Fatzo, my dear, fatzo. You love beating other kids, bulling them stealing from them. Tell me fatzo, now whatever shall I do with you?"

"No…NO… please …please leave me…. I am….. I am sorry" the boy now understood the enormity and severity of the situation. He was now crying wreck who had shat in his pants.

"You wouldn't dare you freak. Your…." Vernon blustered.

"No.. no ..not my Dudders. Please, not my dudders, please. Kill me instead. Please…." While Petunia cried.

He cut both them in their rant "Oh Please, like I would listen to you. I just have one sentence for you. Karma is bitch." He drawled

Then he again turned to Duddely "Oh oh I know. Flame of judgment will do nicely for you. If you are truly repenting, you will survive." calling a Basilisk made of silver flame into existence.

"She is the beginning and she is the end. Hence she will judge thee on thy transgressions." Harry intoned calmly while setting the basilisk loose on Duddley

"Noooooooo….."

"Dudderssss…."

"Aggggghhhhhh…"

"Freak stop it I swear to all that is holy I will snap you neck if you don't."

" Please, please stop it leave my Dudders Please….."

"Nooooooo no no Araagggggghhhhh…."

After two long minutes Duddley Dursley was no more. Not even ashes of him were left. His parents were left a sobbing and crying wreck.

"Hunn, I guess he was not sincere in his apology." Harry commented as if it was of no consequences.

Then went upto Petunia " Your turn my dear aunt. You tortured your kin, your blood just because of your petty jealousy. Hence blood will be your punishment."

Before she can protest or even open her lips Harry bit her neck and Drained her body dry of blood.

"Ah, the blood of a sinner. It is so very tasty. So my dear uncle how do you feel. Son burned to death, wife drained dry of the blood. All of this unpleasantness could have been avoided if you cared for little Harry, If you had not killed him."

Seeing Vernon's shocked face Harry just smirked and nodded " Yes, Harry is dead. I am Wrath. Wrath of the Phantom Queen. But for you I am your death."

After this he drained him dry of blood too and burped. "Oh goddess, this man sure had a lot of blood. Now the body"

He then sat there on the floor in the lotus position. Channeling all the traces of death around him and the blood he just had drunk to make his body stronger and upto his prior standards. His muscles begun to tear and remake themselves over and over again until they packed punch of strength of a troll but speed of a master Vampire. His bones begun to break and ground themselves into powder before rebuilding themselves over and over again until they were stronger than a giants but way less bulky than them. Eyesight repaired themselves and all the connection to blood wards were removed.

"Hughh, that was unpleasant." Harry grunted as he stood up after 15 minutes.

"Now lets make ourselves a new foucs till I can arrange something more permanent. These blocks sure suck"

He went to master bedroom and removed the sole painting in the room behind which was the safe. A simple Alohomora made a short work of the then summoned a rucksack and filled the cash in it. The he levitated the gold and silver jewelries infront of him. Firstly he summoned all the gemstones from them. Then called red flames into existence in his left hand and directed it towards the jewelries.

The Trick to make such focus was to get the right amount gold - which was excellent in storing the magic - to give the focus a little resistance so it does not fire willy nilly and silver – which excellent conductor of magic – to allow it make it work. It was 37% gold and rest of silver. He let the molten copper drip on the ground. It wasn't his problem if the house caught fire, considering that was what he will do next.

He willed the alloy into an 8 inches long K-Bar before using the diamonds along the spine and ruby at the tip as the focusing stones. Quick use of blue flames hardened the alloy into the shape before it could destroy the gemstones. He picked the rest of gemstones and put them into the rucksack. He transfigured a vase nearby into a sheath for his knife/focus.

He then closed all the windows. Then went to the kitchen, a quick vanishing charm and the gas was flowing freely.

He closed the Kitchen door but not before making a small hole in it. He then set the most distant vase table in the drawing room (Adjoining Kitchen) on fire and apparated to Harrods under heavy notice-me- not charm.

After 15 minutes Number 4 privet drive exploded to kingdom come. All that police were able to find were a few bits and pieces of bodies. The paint thinner for the planned paint job added to the fire. All of the 4 occupants were assumed dead and death were assumed an accident.

Since there were now actual wards on the property none in the wizarding world were any wiser.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

'oh Man! Whoever thinks that being an angel is all shits and giggles should be killed on the spot! No, wait, those little twerps will then be sent to me only to handle' Jacob thought irritatingly. Apart from Wrath's or now Harry'sfriend he was also his grim reaper, like one assigned to each of the other enforcers. That being said in this case grim reaper meant that instead of Wrath meeting him when he died, anyone wrath killed will be sent to Jacob. Which was a hectic job in and of itself.

Seeing that Wrath had just left Jacob quickly made his way to his mate and girlfriend, Alicia. Considering he spent a century and good few years in another to get her to say yes for their relationship, it was kind of understandable that he wanted to spend a lot of time with Alicia.

Not even a minute into conversation Duddely appeared in front of them causing the said ill temper.

"Your friend sure works fast but what could he have killed a child specifically for?" Alicia commented.

"This has got to be some sort record. Even for that idiot!" Jacob grumbled while calling the life file of Duddley.

After a few seconds of reading he looked incredulously from the file to Duddely and then again to file before throwing it on table in exasperation.

Alicia was very surprised by this act as he was one of the most senior angels out there he had seen a lot.

Duddley for his part was very quiet, peaceful and relaxed. Considering that he being burnt alive by a magical fire which even marked the soul of the target, well anything beat that. So being in a room with two strangers sure as hell beat his earlier situation. It didn't hurt that the chick in front of him was fucking hot.

At this moment Jacob spoke, "Mister Dursely, welcome to afterlife. That being said, Boy that was the most fucked up record I ever had misfortune to come across. Considering that I have seen the record of Hittler, Stalin and that Madagascar queen bitch it is saying something."

He shook his head and took a calming breath before continuing, "Mr. Dursley, You have exactly one act of goodness. It was mercy killing a mortally wounded squirrel and putting it out of its misery. Considering you took a pleasure in it I seriously don't know how it counts but it is there. I mean even your friendship was also a disguise to establish yourself as a king pin and boss! And who the hell starts eve teasing and sexual molestation at the age of 6!"

"On T.V. it was showed that it was cool!" Duddely defended himself.

"Oh yeah! Whom did you follow? Dr. Mabuse or Freddy Krueger?" he asked sarcastically then followed on "Why am I even wasting my time on you! You are straight for hell, not a single day in Heaven. Even Calligula wasn't that bad!"

A snap of his finger and Duddely was transported straight to hell.

Alicia sat there stunned watching the entire scene finally commented, " Wow, Wrath sure meets interesting persons."

"Please don't talk about him right now. Knowing what I have given him, I am sure he will be sending a cart load of deads my way. So while I have the time I can think of a better way to keep my lips occupied."

A small smile played at the end of Alicia's lips "What an opportune idea, Mr Jacob."

As soon as their lips met, Petunia appeared in front of them causing them to jump apart in fright and Jacob to yell in frustration

"WRAAAAATHHHH!"

~ Raven's Wrath ~

"Confundus sure is the most handy spell for the Public Relations…. Or at least for shopping anyway" Harry thought to himself.

His First act after reaching the Harrods was to get a decent T-shirt and Jeans and change into it. Upon seeing a thick wad of cash in the hand of a kid wearing second hand clothes at best he sure raised an eyebrow but after a quick wandless confundus both were happy. The cashier got the bills and Harry the clothes.

After a quick shopping trip compromising a few set of clothes, boot, 4 leather pouch, a switch knife, a Karambit, a K-bar and a suit, T-shirt, jeans and Duster for his older full size version he exited Harrods.

After a full lunch in a nearby restaurant he spent next 40 minutes charming the leather pouches he had brought to have huge amount of space curtsy of space expansion charm, anti-summoning, charmed against theft, and unbreakable.

'Lets see who papa is going burn to ground first… Hummm…. Robin McLair….The man sure has a lot of money' and apparated near the residence of the said drug lord.

Upon seeing the mansion he paused for a second in astonishment 'wow, the man sure has taste. I am sure as hell taking it. It will serve nicely as my base of operations while I am in Britain.'

The Mansion in question was a 4 story monstrosity. With what he thought was atleast 70 acres land to spare after a stable complete with horses, a gianorumous swimming poll which should be better of be called a small lake, and what he knew was a garage filled with expensive cars.

He then casted his own personalized version of tracking charm for Mr. Robin which gave his location in a room in third floor. After casting disillusion charm, silencing charm, odor removing charm he apparated directly in to the room which turned out to be study room of the said drug lord so peacefully having no one else. A quick locking and silencing spell on the door, he removed is disillusion and silencing spell.

The Drug lord took no notice of it as he had his nose buried deep into a file and Harry did Robin no favor of making his presence known to Robin. He simply casted an imperio and Robin transferred all his money to his three accounts and jotted down the list of all his cash houses in Britain. Then Harry simply vanished Robin's brain. Quick, clean and efficient.

Then he casted a bubble-head charm and transfigured the air around the inlet of central cooling system into 100% concentrated Agent 15 to incapacitate the residents of the manor. Reapplying the basic set of stealth charm of disillusion, silencing, odor removal, notice-me-not and footprint removal he started the tiresome job of killing all the guards on watch starting with the inner most ring of the guards on the roof. The trick was to apparate rapidly from one target to another and finish the ring before the second body hits the floor.

3 minutes and 15 bodies later the roofs and ground was clear.

A quick wide area somnus (sleeping) charm later the stable was neutralized. He then began the tiresome work of gathering all of the guard inside the mansion into one place. For the general staff he just memory charmed them to think that they had been fired before apparating them near their houses. He also placed a compulsion not to look for their earlier employer.

'Now what to do with these tossers? Some of them are sure to be doing this job just to feed their family and some are bound to get their willies from seeing others in pain. I sure as hell am not going to look in mind of each of these.'

In the end though he read the mind of all of the guard to decide who were guilty. He would not take the life of a relatively innocent person if he can spare him or her. Of the rest 23 Guards he found 6 were redeemable, hence he memory charmed them and placed a strong compulsion to go straight and then dumped them in a vacated area. Of the rest, well they will come in handy in making Blood Stones.

Blood stones could be called the batteries of magical world but just the battery was having power of a fully functional nuclear power-plant. It was stone made from blood and internal organs of the human/magical beast with granite stone in diamond shape in a cauldron engraved with special runes. It had the power of whole the human body in it and can extend the lifetime of wards by 2 day if a team of 100 pro cruse breakers were working on it round the clock. Against a few inexperienced ones it can hold them till kingdom comes. It could also be used to power of any runic scheme.

Then he casted firstly a fedalius charm on the property to mask what else he was going to cast. While his other magic was not registered he knew as it was of low power, without ministry sanctioned and tracked wand with intention of masking. He knew there was no way in seven hells he could mask his next spell work.

After 2 hours of hard work the estate now had basic set of wards. Anti-apparation, anti-port key, anti-elf pop, anti-flame slide for phoenix, Hell-fire wards (sends 30 cofringos in the direction from which attack happened at radial range on 30 degree with range of 35 feet), insanity wards (it will cause anyone magical not keyed in go insane when it comes in contact with in ward range), anti –animagus ward, blood to acid wards for werewolves, protego horiblis for beasts, bone to ash for inferies and vampires, sonic boom ward that create pressure and sound wave equivalent of 100 g each with standard unplottable, muggle repelling, and hostile confusion wards.

After a well deserved rest of half an hour and lunch he went out to clear all of the Robin's cash-houses.

~ Raven's Wrath ~

Clearing the cash-houses was laughably easy under the standard stealth charms. A simple wide area somnus charm and alohomora did the trick and the rest of the cash went in to his leather pouch with expansion charm. Last cash-house was situated on Westbourne Road, Luton.

When he apparated near the house, he felt a pull towards the park in front of the street but he ignored it in lue of the job. 15 minutes and a clean cash-house later he exited the house and was pretty confuse regarding the strange pull he was feeling towards the park. It was unlike any he had felt before. It was calling to him like peace and serenity was in the direction of the pull. So he closed his eyes and concentrated on his magic to find the reason of the pull.

He felt pain, sorrow and anger in the pull with the serene feeling, which was plain weird. Concentrating a little more and…..

'Aghaaa! Of all the times in the world why now? And cherry on the cake I could not even ignore it. Fucking magical sensitivity!' Harry ranted inside his mind.

He then looked towards the sky and murmured "Sometimes I get a feeling that you hate me. Of all the time I could have met one of my mates why now?"

Tucking the leather pouch inside his jacket he made his way towards the park and the pull.

After a few minutes of walking he found a girl with weird light blue hairs sitting on a park bench and crying silently.

'Just my luck that my mate is probably a metamorphagus. I don't know whether I should cheer for it or cry… hummmm no mind, gutter, out wrath! She is at most 12! But whoever had made her cry on the day just after Christmas is going to fucking pay the piper his or her due!"

He removed all the charms hid the focus in his jacket and made his way towards he.

"A beautiful girl should not cry. The faces like your should always smile, world will have a little more brightness in it." Harry said while taking a seat in the bench. He inwardly winced at the line and mentally sneered to himself 'Wow, real smooth, buster, real smooth. Smooth as a blooming sandpaper!'

~ Raven's Wrath ~

Nymphadora Tonks was not having a good Christmas. Scratch that, she was not having a good year. Her parents had resisted sending little Harry to Lily's sister's house under the pretence that John fucking Potter needed more attention and Harry will feel left out. What a bull shit! Even she at the age of 7 they were just a glory whore not that she will say that infront of her mother. She will tan her raw for the language even if she agreed with the feeling. That was when everything downhill.

They did not like that her mother and father had said all of that on their mouth and to anyone who would listen. They started smearing campaign against her family. Being a muggleborn and ex-member of a dark family, the sheep of public gave no second thought. Her father had a law firm and his business fell like anything. Even her fucking uncle Sirius was no help. The bastard had galls to say that the Potters were right and it was John who they should care about.

She had hope that Hogwarts would be good but it was no better she had faced sneering and ridicule this whole term, the taunts like who aptly she was named and she would have to whore herself out in future accompanied her all the way the only teacher who even helped a little bit was her head of house Professor Sprout. She did not wanted to go there again but their family did not had enough money as the other schools were expensive.

While she was crying on the bench she heard someone's comment who sat beside her.

Her first reaction was to tell him to piss off but something about him was putting her to ease. She felt like she could trust him. She felt safe in his presence. Hence she did not say anything just continued crying.

Then the boy addressed her again, "Pain is always reduced if you share it someone else.", While giving her a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

The kindness in his voice bound her to reply "You would not understand.", While wiping her face with the offered handkerchief.

Suddenly the hankie changed the color from white to light blue like her hairs and she heard him say, "Why? Is it covered under any status of secrecy?"

She looked from him to hankie to him again and getting what he was saying. He again urged her "Don't worry, no one will notice."

She saw no wand so she asked in astonishment " Who are you?"

"A friend if you would like, you can call me Raven."

"How did you do it? I did not see any trace of your wand!"

Now many wand joke were going in Harry's mind but he thought better of it and went for the innocent one "Now, now my lady, Magician does not tells his secrets to anyone. So would you like to tell me what had caused those heinous tears to mar your beautiful face?"

A small smile blossomed on her face "laying awfully thick on it aren't we?"

"A smile graced on your face and now I could care less about anything else. So what's troubling you?"

The smile remained on her face while she replied "I don't like my school."

"Then it is easy. Change the school. Hogwarts' loss that it lost such a brilliant mind."

At this fiddled with the hem of her skirt a bit "Well, I can't, the other schools are a bit expensive. After… after Harry fiasco Dad's business is not going well" It was an open secret that anyone could find.

"Harry as in Harry Potter?"

"yes."

"Humm… why don't you like Hogwarts?"

She looked a bit more hesitant. This was the first guy who had shown her even a bit of compassion she did not wanted to loose it. Something about him just made her feel good, calm and at peace. "My Parents are Ted and Andromeda Tonks."

"So."

Now she looked surprised Potters the bastards they were had plastered Daily Prophet to smear her parents, "You don't know about them?"

"My lady I have been out of touch with magical community for quite a bit of time."

Then tonks told him about everything happened. Let's just say Harry was not happy.

Not.

One.

Bit.

"My lady I would like to meet your parents. I think I have the solution of your problems." Harry said after calming himself with several fortifying breaths.

"You do?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes"

Tonks thought for a moment 'What the hell I have to lose? If he wanted to harm me he would have done so already. At home mom and Dad could easily handle him.'

"Ok, come with me."

~ Raven's Wrath ~

Andromeda was sad and furious. Her family was on the verge of collapse and all of this because of James Fucking Potter and his Whore Lily. She refused to think of that women in any other way. While she might have been good friends with that bitch in past now she had show her real face, what she was, A glory whore.

Her daughter was facing discrimination because of those low lives but whose betrayal hurt most was Sirius, her brother. The only of Black family she trusted.

'Screw it! It is not the time to dwell in past. I have to find a way out of this Hogwarts mess. There has to be…'

Just as she was thinking the front door opened and her daughter's voice came in "Mum, I am home. I have someone for you to meet."

"Lets meet this someone" she thought and went to the drawing room.

There with her daughter was a boy whom she would hazard guess of the same age as of her. Sleek black hair of shoulder length flowing like a mane of a lion, green eyes that were glowing with inner power, aristocratic cheekbone and the figure of athlete. All in all a very handsome boy for his age. While it was all well and good, what set her on an edge was the fluidity and the gracefulness of his movement. He did not simply walked, he stalked - like a predator. It was something she had seen in experience duelists and hit-wizards, not someone less than 20 and surely never in someone of her daughter's age.

"Mum this is Raven. Raven this is my mum Andromeda Tonks."

She held her hand out for a handshake but the child held her hand, gently turned it, and placed a feather-light kiss on her nuckels before leave it as genetly and addressing her, " A pleasure to meet to Mrs. Tonks"

Her eyebrows met the hairline at this but she got herself under control, "Someone has done his homework in manners. A pleasure to meet you too Mr. Raven"

"Manner make a man, ma'am" 'only if she knew how much and how violently I curse she would not have said it.'

"Ture." She then gestured him to take a seat on the sofas. Harry took a seat in front of her while Tonks sat beside her. "So you are Nymphadora's Friend?"

"Mum!" A red faced and red haired Tonks protested.

"We have just made acquaintance and I very much look forward towards the friendship. Is Mr. Tonks home?"

"Yes, Why?" she asked confused where this was going.

"Please, call him it would be better if I we had this conversation only once."

"Uhnn, ok. Ted, please come down."

The trio waited in a silence which was not at all comfortable. After a minute or so Ted came down in the drawing room and Andromeda introduced Harry

"Ted, this is Raven, Dora's acquaintance. Raven, he is my husband Ted Tonks." They greeted each other with a firm handshake. Then Andromeda continued

"Ted, Raven wants to talk about something very important." Then turned to Harry, "So what is it?"

"Madam, please don't be alarmed. I am pulling out my focus to swear an oath of veracity."

"I don't think that will be necessary Raven. I…" Ted tried to stop him but Harry cut him right across.

"Mr. Tonks, truth is often stranger than fiction and believe me you will be thankful for this oath by the end of it." Then he pulled out his bejeweled K-bar.

While Ted and Andromeda goggled at it, Nymphadora blurted out "Holy crap! You use that as your wand!"

Harry let out a small chuckle before replying "No, my lady. It is just a temporary measure. I, Hadrian James Potter Ravenswrath, swear the oath of veracity for next one hour. So I say, so motto it be. "

There were 3 shocked faces at this declaration. Andromeda let out a strangled "Harry…"

But Harry shook his head in negative. "No Mrs. Tonks, Or better yet, not the Harry you knew. The Harry you knew was beaten to death by his relative last night."

At this they let out a collective gasp and Ted asked "then the oath and you?"

"Okay starting from the start. It was Harry who was marked by Tom Riddle also known as Voldemort. He was what you called the boy who lived. He was prophesized to kill Voldemort…"

But Nymphadora cut right across him "but you-know-who is dead!"

"No my lady, he is disembodied at this very moment. Disembodied, not dead. When Harry went to heaven, he refused to come back to complete the prophecy no matter what privileges he was promised. Considering the life he had lived I for one cannot blame. I have seen him crying in Dorea's embrace. The lad had it hard..." He sighed.

"But aunt Dorea is dead for years!" Andromeda interrupted.

Harry gave him a flat stare before continuing "Let me finish, you will have you answers then. Now he had a destiny which if not fulfilled would have …. Lets a very bad effects."

No one had any trouble in imagining that.

"So to prevent that I was send to complete his job and more. Since the prophecy is tied to Harry, I was sent in his body. As for who am I? I am Raven's Wrath. One of the three enforcers of Goddess Morrigan. Now ask what you want to till now."

Ted was first to come out of the stupor. "You are trying to tell me you are a deity and have been sent from heaven?" He asked incredulously.

"No, I am not a deity. I am a servant of Goddess Morrigan, her warrior, her Wrath if you will but yes I am sent from heaven."

"You know, if you had not taken the oath of veracity I would have called you a nutter and a delusional." Andromeda commented shaking her head at the impossibility of the situation. In front of him sat a person who was sent from heaven in the body of a child whom she knew since the birth.

Nymphadora was totally lost, but given even her parents had difficulty in understanding the whole situation it could be easily forgiven.

Then Andromeda went to the crux of the matter "So how does it affect us?"

"I will answer it with a question of my own. How many type of Bonds do you know that there are?"

"Familiar bond, Soul Bond and Slave Bond" Ted answered offhandedly not knowing where this was going.

Before Harry could answer Andromeda corrected "No Ted, wrong. Slave Bond, Familiar Bond, Familial Bond and … This is what it is about isn't it? Dora, told you her problem? How can we know that it is true?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"I haven't used any sort of magic on Nymphadora Tonks. The only magic I have done and she had been in contact with was a conjuration of a hankie and color changing charm on it. I have not used any potion on her. Now ask her the question."

Ted was alert at the mere mention of magic on Dora but for the life of him could not follow where this weird conversation was going.

Andromeda for her part knew what was going on so rounded up Dora. "Dora, Tell me, truthfully how did you felt when you were in his company. Tell me no matter how awkward or shameful it is."

The intensity with which her mother was staring at her was more than a little unnerving to Dora so she replied "Peaceful, serene, loved, and protected."

Andromeda slumped in her seat and Ted took the chance to ask the question. "What is this all about?"

Harry let Andromeda tell everyone what this was all about. "Dora has mate bond with Harry or …"

"Wrath." Seeing their doubtful glance he just nodded his head "Yes, Wrath."

And Andromeda took up the conversation "Wrath. When a wizard or witch is sufficiently powerful his or her magic constantly searches for the opposite gender whose magic is compatible with his or her own. When he or she finds the person, a latent mate bond is formed between them. If they do not get married or stay in the company of each other they will feel uneasy all the time. They will be short-tempered, paranoid. While they can love others it will be hollow and their heart will not be fully into it. A particularly stubborn person could technically ignore it but you would have to be seriously strong willed and out of touch with your magic. In the case of males it fuels their alpha tendency. That means he will be extremely protective of his mate. Any slight against her honor, any injury to her will be akin to capital crime for him. He will try to help her in any way he can and eradicate her troubles and pains."

If this was a cartoon you would have been able to see bulbs lighting in both Dora and Ted's head and Dora summarized "So when I told him about my trouble he was not able to resist the urge to help me?"

Harry handled this one "Yes and no. You see I have literally trained with gods as a result saying that I am in touch and in phase with my magic is like sun is wee little ball of fire. I could tell what the spell will do even with my eyes closed and when I could not hear the spell. As a result when I was in vicinity I felt a pull on my magic. When I was done I concentrated on the feeling I found what it was and that she was in pain and was sad. Since I had already searched my magic…"

"The damage was already done" Andromeda finished for him and he nodded.

"So Dora will have to marry you?" Ted asked

Andromeda answered this for Harry "Dora should marry him. Should, not must."

"And there is no way to overturn it?"

"No not that I know of," Andromeda turned to Harry to ask the same question.

"Even becoming squib won't help. If you have even a single trace of magic you will feel the pull." Harry replied.

Dora asked another question "What were you doing here anyway?"

"I was here regarding my mission."

"To kill Voldemort?" Ted asked.

"Nahh, that is just a side task. I could kill that snake-spit anytime. My real mission is to do something about the situation regarding new-bloods, to elevate their condition."

"New-bloods? And how can you say that you could kill Voldemort anytime if he was the reason to send you down here?" Ted asked.

"New-bloods are what you called the muggle-borns. Also if I was at my full power, pitting me against Tom would be like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito. Gets the job done but it is a massive overkill. Ted, our primary work is to see the peace between realms is maintained and used to stop war between realms. Each enforcer is capable of laying not countries or continents but planets to waste, easily. Tom is trouble to humans and magical race of Midgard. Compared to Asgardian or Jotnar whom we are trained to fight in the number of hundred of thousand he is nothing. Even in my restricted state of now, Dumbledore and Voldemort combined don't make even 10 percent of my reserves."

All three were stunned at this declaration. Only the oath of veracity caused them to believe him as it even blocked delusional rambling.

"Wow" was all Dora was able to say.

Andromeda concurred with Dora "Wow, Indeed."

"So what are you going to do about the muggle-borns?"

"You know about Israel?"

"Yes"

"Same."

They again goggled at his balls but considering what they had heard they could understand and Andromeda clarified "You are going to make a separate state for muggle-borns?"

"No, not just muggle-born but for all magical race on Midgard, a safe haven for all magical races."

"And UK is to be that country?" Andromeda asked.

"No, Russia."

"That is way too large to conquer!" Ted exclaimed.

"No, you just need the right trick. But enough of that, we are here to talk about Dora's schooling situation."

"What can we do about it? We don't have enough funds to send her to Beauxbutons curtsy to Potters." Andromeda said gritting her teeth.

"Well we have three options, according to what Dora chooses we can implement it. Whether or not she chooses to marry me, is inconsequential. She is my mate so I will do my utmost to help her in any way I can." Harry shrugged.

"So what are the options?" Ted asked.

"One, I provide the money for her to go to Beauxbuttons. Second, I take her as my normal apprentice and teach her. Third, I take her as my true apprentice and she gets to become a True necromancer."

This caused Andromeda to gasp and said reverently "True necromancer!"

"What is a true necromancer?" Dora asked.

"They are the wizards and witches that deal with magic of death and life. They bring motion to motionless and rest to restless. In mortals, they have ultimate authority over Blood and Soul magic. Extremely powerful. The only way to become a True necromancer is to be either be born a true necromancer or become apprentice of a true necromancer." Harry explained.

At this Andromeda asked "You are a true necromancer?"

"Part and Parcel of the job" He said nodding his head.

"Keeping that aside, Wrath, Beauxbuttons is costly." Ted said.

"I currently have 19 billion GBP in liquid." This caused Ted and Dora to faint.

Harry send wandless enervate towards Dora and Ted.

"How?" Dora asked.

"Drug Lord Robin McLair."

His response caused her to shake her head at the bizarreness of the situation.

"Ok drug lords aside, what is the difference between apprentice and true apprentice?" Dora asked excitedly. All her dreams were hers to achieve now.

"Apprentice means I teach you. That is it, full stop and hence I don't need to get an oath from. No teaching secret arts. True apprentice, you will give me an oath. Considering our bond, the oath will take away your choice of whether or not to accept the bond and marry me. The oath require make you to complete the bond. Also the source of true necromancer's power is blood, death and sex, so you will become sexually active way too early. Most probably before your 14th birthday and that is full intercourse. You will crave for oral around by your 13th and will be practically begging for it on Samhian night as the necromantic powers are at their peak on that day." The bland way Harry told the fact left even Ted and Andromeda blushing.

Dora's blush could have stopped a speeding train. Ted was regretting asking that question. There were just some things no father wanted to know about their daughter.

"Also if you are thinking about the true apprenticeship, remember, you will have sister wives. Due to our power levels enforcers bond to atleast 4 witches and at max 5. So you will have to share." Harry cautioned. Causing Ted and Dora to halt their mental gears but Andromeda remained unfapped. She knew about the bond and hence she had guessed the condition.

"How soon do you…." Ted had started asking when Dora cut right through him.

"I want True apprenticeship." Dora declared.

"Dora! Think about what you are saying for a second!" Ted exclaimed.

"No Dad, I refuse to live m rest of the life with my emotion half locked and going awry. I will be Wrath's mate, there is no denying that so I might as well become the best I can." Dora reasoned.

Then she turned to Harry. " I will become your mate but I want a promise from you."

"What is that?"

"There will be three other than me, may be four but there won't be a fifth!"

"I give you my words Nymphadora Tonks."

"This is the weirdest day of my life." Ted shook his head. And Andromeda concurred with him "You can say that again."

Suddenly Harry remembered something "Uh Ted didn't you said that your law practice was not going well?"

"Yes I will go as far as to say it going very bad. We don't get many client's due to all the bad publicity by Potters." Ted replied simply.

"So come and live with me. Put a lock on the practice. I am not going get short on money anytime soon and the mansion has more than enough rooms. If it is not bearing fruits why do it anyway?"

" I can't believe I am seriously thinking of moving my family in with my daughter's future husband." Ted tiredly rubbed his face.

"Why ever not? We are practically family."

At this Andromeda raised her doubt "Wrath, what will happen to Dora when you mission is finished and you are called back?"

Harry just waived her off "Ah Don't worry. As soon as the bond is completed she will transform from normal human to a functional immortal like me. When I am called back Dora and my other mates will go with me back to heaven, alive."

She just shook her head in response. "I think I will never understand this system. Lets have some dinner and then we all can go and have some much needed rest. Oh and if you think you are not invited for dinner and stay for the night you are sadly mistaken, Wrath."

~ Raven's Wrath ~

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