Chapter 40: The King of Gods
Chapter 40: The King of Gods
Iris Potter had just graduated from Hogwarts and had been living with Daphne and Astoria for the last few years. Since Daphne's parents were dead, they had enough space and freedom to invite her to move in. Iris had been reluctant at first but in the end had decided to live with her friends. Even Tracey lived with them. They sometimes joked that it was sort of like a harem house where all of Harry's girls, bar Fleur and Jasmine, lived together. The French Veela still lived in France since she had a job there. No one among them had any bad feelings against her for that. Fleur was free to live wherever and however she wanted. And for Jasmine, well, she was basically a stranger to them so it wouldn't be comfortable to invite her to live with them.
As she entered inside her bedroom for the night, she stifled a sigh of melancholy at the large bed.
She had gotten used to sleeping alone after so many years. Thankfully there had not been many nightmares. She still vividly remembered the joy of sharing the bed with her brother who always held her close and kept the worst dreams at bay. Who kissed her goodnight and hugged her to his chest. Her heart grew heavy at those good memories. Instead of making her feel better, it only highlighted her loss.
She still believed that Harry would come back even after four lonely years. And it wasn't just her, the others, including Fleur, still hadn't moved on and they patiently waited for him, believing in him.
She undressed slowly, removing her dress along with the bra. She didn't like sleeping with a bra on.
Going to sleep with her chest confined was pure torture.
Rummaging through the wardrobe she chose a blue silky translucent camisole which barely went down past her butt. It wasn't too fancy but neither was it plain. Not that any man would see her in this, the only man to whom she wanted to flaunt her grown body was absent. She walked to the bed, yawning, closing her eyes for a second, breathing in deeply to stop the tears that always came unbidden every night.
"Damn, sister, I always knew you were going to become a sexy woman but seeing it for real is just so enthralling." Harry said amusedly, lounging on her bed with his back propped against the headrest.
Iris' eyes snapped open and all the drowsiness left her in an instant. She stood frozen and stared at the boy, no not a boy, almost a man. He was taller now, his obsidian hair was bigger and more shaggy. Few black locks fell on his forehead in curls. His face which she always thought was cute and pretty was now extremely handsome with sharp cheekbones and an impressive jaw line. His emerald eyes shone with mirth as he gazed at her, as he ran his eyes on her form.
He was here.
Her brother was finally here.
"Brother?" She uttered, her voice trembling.
He gave her his soft gentle smile which he only reserved for her and his friends. "In the flesh."
She moved before her mind could comprehend. She jumped on the bed and into his awaiting arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sitting on his lap and buried her face on his chest.
Loud heart-wrenching sobs shook her body.
Harry held her tightly, tucking her head under his chin. "I am here, Iris. I am finally here. And I promise to never leave you again. I love you. I love you so much that no words could convey the weight of my feelings."
They remained that way for a few more minutes, just bathing in the joy of being together. Iris slowly turned her head up, looking at him with so much vulnerability that it broke his non-existent heart.
"Promise me you won't ever go."
"I promise." Harry said tenderly, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. They both sighed in pleasure, the friction between their bodies sending teasing tingles down their spines, making them remember those nostalgic nights where their bodies and souls had been intertwined.
Harry's head dipped down and her face up. Their lips met in the shower of sparks and storms. Their breaths left their lungs and their mouths became the herald of long forgotten feelings. Iris raked his hair with her nails as they kissed with their mouths and tongues and their very being. Harry loved the taste of her, he coveted the texture of her lips as his tongue fervently wrestled with her tongue.
Their clothes soon disappeared magically, leaving them stark naked. Harry pushed her back and held her by the shoulders, taking a moment to admire her. Her lovely hair fell in red tresses, framing her beautiful face, her eyes gleamed with love and longing. The swells of her chest were far bigger and rounder than the last time he had seen them.
His gaze moved down to her hips which were currently straddling his lap. Her thighs too had more volume and he caressed her plump arse cheeks, sinking his fingers in her soft flesh.
"You have grown into a beautiful woman. I wish I was here to be with you on that journey." Harry murmured with melancholy, stealing a brief kiss.
She shook her head with a smile. "You are here now and that's all that matters."
She stood on her knees and lined herself above his throbbing excitement. Placing her arms around his neck, she sat on his crotch, taking him inside her.
They moaned each other's names as the heat, the softness, the pleasantly electrifying feelings overwhelmed them. He breathed in her scent, hiding his face on her neck. She did the same, pressing her lips on his collarbone.
Their love making was silent other than their occasional gasps and their moans. Harry held her firmly in his grasp, moving his fingers everywhere, touching her where he had already touched years ago. But now her curves were bigger and plumper. And his groping was far gentler and more curious than the last time. It was like caressing her for the first time.
Their bodies had totally changed but their love and feelings were still just as strong. When they climaxed together, their lips merged again and they kissed so lovingly and benignly that Iris was again crying.
This time in joy.
He was here.
Her brother was finally here.
~~~
The reunions with the others went in a similar fashion with lots of crying and hugging on the girls' parts. Daphne had been a little angry and annoyed at him for making her wait four years but even she melted when he pulled her in his arms and kissed her. That entire night no one slept. Tracey and Daphne excitedly revealed how they had been participating in various team duelling tournaments and had won every single one of them, not sparing a single detail.
Harry didn't have the heart to stop them. To tell them that he knew every single second of their lives. That he had been omnipotent. That he had been all knowing.
He just let them gush out while he stared at him joyfully.
Next were Astoria and Iris who told him how they were signed by the same professional quidditch team and were soon going to debut in real games.
Again, Harry had been aware of everything but acted like he was hearing it for the first time. And when his time came, he told them how his plan had worked out. They had grabbed him again in a group hug, hovering over him like a mother hens and checking if he was alright.
Harry suddenly snapped his fingers. "Now you all are immortal and will stop ageing after you reach your prime."
"Just like that?" Astoria asked sceptically.
In answer, Harry just flicked his hand and Astoria's head blew up in the shower of blood and gore. The others, covered in blood and brain matter, stared at him with horrified eyes. Before anyone could scream, the blood and flesh vanished and Astoria's head was again over her neck.
"See? She just died and was revived instantly. No matter what happens, you all can't die." Harry shrugged.
When they still remained silent, he tilted his head curiously. "What?"
"Brother, you just killed Astoria." Iris said softly, her eyes brimming with sympathy as if he was ill or something. Tracey too looked at him with those eyes. Daphne and Astoria on the other hand were staring at him in incomprehension, as if they were looking at a stranger.
"Yes. But I was just showing you the proof. She didn't even feel it. Not a single bit of pain." Harry defended weakly and turned on his sense of omnipotence. It took a few seconds to ignore everything else and focus on the girls in front of him.
He was appalled to hear their thoughts.
They were scared.
They were scared of him and for him. He quickly shut off the sense of omnipotence, not wanting to hear their thoughts anymore. He didn't want to hear any thoughts which might change the way he viewed them.
As they say, ignorance is bliss.
"I am sorry, luv. I didn't think it would be such a big deal. It seems I am not as I was before. I have lost parts of myself in becoming what I am. But I promise to be careful." Harry apologised genuinely, pulling on his hair in frustration.
How could he have done that?
Killing his Astoria just to prove a point?
It was disgusting. Sickening.
He would need to be extra cautious in how he acted in front of his girls. He didn't want to lose them just because he couldn't act like a human anymore.
"It's okay, luv. As you said, I didn't feel anything. Know that it is not your fault. We don't hold it against you. We love you utterly. And we will stick with you for eternity." Astoria smiled gently, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him briefly.
Harry smiled back, pulling her possessively in his embrace. She was his no matter what, she just confessed that.
Yes, he wasn't a human anymore. But his girls could still make him feel like one with their love and affection.
He really was the luckiest soul in the multiverse.
~~~
Fleur couldn't believe her eyes. She wasn't sure if she was hallucinating or if the person leaning against her door was real. He had changed. There was no mistake in that observation. He was taller than her. His face structure had become sharper and more aristocratic. And his long black hair fell in waves behind his shoulders.
She was in her personal office in Beauxbatons. After graduating, she had opted to become a charms professor for her beloved school. Even she had been surprised with herself when she chose that career over something more dramatic and action oriented.
"Harry?" she mumbled in disbelief. He smiled, walking up to her desk. Although his lips spread in a grin, his eyes remained neutral and apathetic. It seems his eyes too had changed. The mischievous gleam in his eyes was no more. This wasn't the same boy who flirted with her and tried to make her laugh with his jokes four years ago. This man was someone else.
"Fleur. Your beauty keeps on breaking limits." He chuckled, spreading his arms and looking expectantly at her. Her confusion melted away and the joy took hold of her heart. She stood up quickly, moving around her table and jumping into his arms.
"Oh, Harry. I missed you. I missed you so much. I can't believe you are finally here." She cried, speaking in French and pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.
"I missed you too, mon amour. I am glad that you waited for me instead of moving on. Among all my girls, you were the one who knew me for the shortest time. It's pleasing to see that our brief love was still powerful enough to survive the separation of four years." Harry said in her language, embracing her possessively. Fleur shook her head and chose to kiss him passionately in response to his doubt.
"Never. The moment we agreed to be together was the moment I gave myself to you. I would have waited for a hundred more years when I had hope for your return." Fleur rambled after they pulled back from the kiss.
Harry just smiled, caressing her face. And Fleur almost forgot the drastic changes in her lover. Almost.
"What happened, Harry? Why did it take four years for you to return? What happened to you? You are different and I don't know if that is for the better or worse." She questioned reluctantly. She didn't protest when he sat on the table and took her in his lap.
She narrowed her eyes as she straddled his hips. Damn it! She was a teacher. She shouldn't think of breaking the desk with their rough sex. She she shouldn't even think about having sex at this hour. Oh well, the thought had entered her mind and it wouldn't leave her until she fulfilled it. Harry was going to take responsibility. He was going to have to satisfy her for leaving her alone and dry for years. She smirked, grinding her butt on his crotch.
"Why don't we talk while we take care of your problem?" Harry asked amusedly, his hands dipping down to squeeze her arse. She sighed in pleasure. She had almost forgotten how sensual it felt to be touched by the opposite sex.
And then Harry revealed the mishaps that he committed while she rode him hard. Fleur listened absent-mindedly as she bounced on his lap, spearing herself on his dick with screams of ecstasy.
She would be forgiven for not paying attention to the serious talk and interrupting his explanation with moans and shrill shrieks.
Later, she would be glad for the silencing charm in her room.
~~~
Jasmine Zinan was living a monotonous life. After her education at Hogwarts was done, she was roped by Hermione to join her in a muggle University.
That's where she was right now.
She was walking through the campus, running late for her class. She rolled her eyes at the marble statue of a fourteen years old boy in the centre of the fountain. She always did that when she passed this way.
It was the statue of Harry Potter. While the months after the reveal of the Primordial Chaos were… chaotic, the craze slowly dwindled into nothing and people realised that the Primordial God really did them a favour.
Now girls anywhere in the world could walk in the middle of night without any fear. No molesters or rapers could touch them. Just the thought of doing that would cause the would-be assaulters the pain of cruciatus. And if they persisted even after that, then they would simply die with the ouroboros symbol seared right through their foreheads.
This world was crime free. There were no murders, kidnappings or any type of harmful acts. Men, women and children were living in the golden age. And it was all thanks to Harry Potter. Her friend. Her master. Her lover.
She would be lying if she said she didn't miss him.
She did miss him. With every fibre of her being. With every cell of her immortal body.
She stopped abruptly in her path when she saw a teenage boy, her own age, sauntering towards her. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she realised who this boy was. Her feet moved on their own and she started running. She slammed into him, hugging him almost violently before snogging the daylights out of him. He just smiled, his hands around her waist as their lips merged hotly, as she tried to convey her hurt and relief through the kiss.
"You are back." She gasped, breathlessly as they broke off the kiss.
He chuckled, cupping her face. "I am, Jas. I am."
A second later, they were in the room of requirement. A large canopied bed was in the centre.
She raised her eyebrow in amusement. "I won't say no to sex but really? We are meeting after four years and the first thing that comes to your mind is to ride me?"
"Guilty. But it just happened that everyone I met since yesterday somehow ended up in the bed with me. I even took Astoria's virginity in the morning. So, you see, I am just being prepared." Harry laughed, shoving her towards the bed where she sprawled down on her back. She didn't stop him as he unbuttoned her jeans and took them off along with her underwear. She didn't utter a single word in defiance when he pulled off her top and removed her bra.
She just watched him hungrily. Taking everything in. The way he was changed. The way he was still the same. The way his hair was cooler. The way his eyes lingered on her succulent breasts. The way his desire for her body still remained. The way he buried her body underneath his. The way he moaned as he pushed inside her with half-lidded eyes.
She at last smiled, wrapping her arms around him as their hips partook in a wild languid dance.
He was here.
And that's what mattered the most.
When they were done celebrating their hedonistic reunion. Harry gave her a pleasant surprise.
"I think it's time we go to the Eternal Chamber of Seven. You can meet your mothers too." He announced as they lay naked and content. She was cuddled on top of him when he said that. She shot him a dubious look.
"We can?"
Harry's smirk was the answer. "Oh darling, I am the lord of the multiverse. We can go anywhere we want. We can do whatever we want. And no one will be able to do anything about it. That's what I wanted from the beginning. Freedom. Unbridled freedom."
His hands grabbed onto her waist and he lined her up with his growing erection. She moaned as his fingers dug in her arse cheeks and he penetrated her again.
She groaned. "You are just insatiable. Aren't you?"
Harry's answer was his pleasured grunt as he began thrusting into her.
~~~
Harry along with Jasmine teleported into the Eternal Chamber of Seven for the first time. It was a small circular room with lilac walls rising endlessly. The floor was deep red and there was a throne atop a pedestal on their left. On their right, seven giant mirrors were arranged along the wall.
The two resident women immediately spotted them.
One was the perfect copy of Lady Death with her unnatural pale skin and darkest shade of hair and eyes. But unlike Death, she wore an archaic white gown. She was staring at them as if they were ghosts.
The other women looked… exotic, that's the first word that came to his mind when thinking about her appearance. She had silky blonde hair falling down in curls. Her eyes were a strange shade of purple and her skin was the colour of dark cream. Her facial structure was the combination of the best features of every ethnicity. He couldn't decide if she was European, American, African, Asian or Indian. She could pass for any race. She too wore an old-fashioned green gown.
The pale skinned one was Lady Life while the exotic looking one was Lady Magic. He thought that these two women were extremely beautiful. Just like he did when he had seen them in his dream years ago.
"Lady Magic. Lady Life. I am here to reunite you with your daughter. Jasmine, go, meet your parents." Harry smiled good-naturedly and pushed Jasmine towards the woman while he walked on towards the throne. In the periphery of vision, he saw Lady Magic glomping Iris while Lady Life patted Jasmine affectionately.
When he was so far away from them that he couldn't hear them, he took out the Deathly Hallows and summoned his friend. The one who gave him all the key information which helped him to reach where he was now.
Lady Death materialised in front of him. She appeared surprised before her expression turned to joy.
It was quite terrifying seeing the usually emotionless woman sporting a face-splitting smile.
"Harry, you are alive and well. You can't understand how relieved I am." She sighed.
"I am. I am flattered by your concern. But first, take back your instruments so Lady Magic and Lady Death will be freed from their prison." Harry said, presenting the three most powerful magical artefacts to her.
Death waved her hand and the Deathly Hallows vanished.
"Thank you for your service, Harry Potter. But I don't think I can repay the debt. You have achieved what you wanted to without my help." Death said, back to her emotionless tone.
"Yes. You are right. I am now far more powerful than you to ever need your help. But tell me, what exactly was your plan? And no omissions this time. Tell me the whole thing."
Death stared at him for a few seconds before nodding to herself. "Alright. I will tell you. It's not like I planned to cause you any harm or something. If you had followed my instructions by summoning me in your world and given me the Deathly Hallows, I would have given you an offer in return. I would have helped you and seven of your choices to become immortal by a sacrificial ritual. The price would have been your Deus. Magic is the only thing which can sometimes ignore the oldest of natural laws. And with the power to bypass the natural laws, I would have turned you mortals into immortals. Before you ask what I would have gotten out of it, I would have achieved freedom. Because I too would have participated in the ritual. I planned to use the remaining energy of the sacrifice to fulfil my wish. To achieve a physical body which could traverse freely between different worlds. Yes, that was my true plan. To make you immortal and achieve a body for myself."
Harry remained quiet for a few moments before stepping towards her and tapping on her forehead.
"Consider your wish granted, Death. I, Chaos, give you a physical body with which you can travel into the human realms and interact with them directly." Harry intoned and Death glowed like a moonlight before the light vanished.
She was flabbergasted as she touched her face and chest. Her lips turned up in a genuine smile. She dropped to her knees and looked at him in reverence.
"I will be forever in your debt, my lord. Please accept my companionship. I shall go wherever you go. I shall do what you ask me to. My body, my very being shall be yours. If you will have me."
"I will be pleased to have you, Death. You will be my companion. For better or worse, you are mine now." Harry chuckled, as he helped her to her feet and held her against his chest, kissing her lips briefly.
Death blushed and stepped back. "As you wish, my lord."
It was overwhelming how fully she felt the human joys in this new body. Just a single kiss made her feel all sorts of new things. Even though she was an ancient entity, even though she was an Elder God, her excitement was full of childish wonder.
The other three occupants of the room were standing before them now, looking at them in befuddlement as they witnessed the latest show. Harry stepped before them and bowed to Lady Magic.
"Mother, I hope my gifts were likeable. I have safeguarded your existence and made you even more powerful. I also freed you from this chamber and have brought your daughter back to you. I hope I paid the debt. That I made you proud for choosing me as the carrier of your essence."
Lady Magic laughed happily as she stopped before him and enveloped him in a tight embrace. Harry's arms snaked around her slim waist and he pulled her tight against him, breathing in her unique scent and feeling up her soft body.
"You have surpassed my every expectation, Harry Potter. You are the greatest of my children. I am proud of you, son. And I thank you for your gifts. Consider our debts even. I gave you your Deus and you gave me everything in return." Magic smiled, squeezing him before pulling back. She rolled her eyes in mirth when she felt his hands moving lower than it was appropriate, when he cupped her arse through her gown.
"Really, Harry Potter? On one hand you call me mother and then you touch me like a fiend." She giggled, dancing away from his grasp and standing beside her daughter and Lady Life.
Harry smirked cockily at her. "I couldn't help, mother. Your form is just so exquisite that my temptation to feel you up became unavoidable."
"Nope, son. I am finally free now and can roam the mortal worlds again. You better court me properly and take me to various romantic sights if you want to sleep with me." Magic smirked back teasingly.
"As you wish, mother. I will take you on many dates if that's what you want. I will do everything to have you naked with legs spread under me." Harry grinned salaciously.
Magic just giggled and winked at him.
"Will you stop it already! First Lady Death. And now Mother Magic. We are here for an important meeting and not for you to add more members to your harem." Jasmine grumbled.
"Fine. You three stand there and watch the show. Come, Death. It's time the Gods meet their King." Harry smirked as he took her hand and led her to the throne.
"My lord, that is the throne of Lord Time." Death commented as they drew nearer.
"I know. But it is mine now." He laughed as he plopped down on the throne with the beautiful Death in his lap. Her cheeks reddened but she didn't protest, letting him wrap his arms around her waist. She, too, looped her hands around his neck.
At once all the Elder Gods flashed in the chamber.
"Welcome, friends. I hope you are here to swear your allegiance." Harry grinned, glancing at the gathered crowd.
"You upstart brat, how dare you change the fate of everyone! Who gave you permission to breach my domain?" Lady Fate glared at him angrily, standing beside the wizened Lord Time. Calling Fate a lady wasn't entirely proper. She appeared as a seven years old girl. Her short black hair was tied in pigtails and she was wearing a cute yellow summer dress.
"Hello, Fate. Nice to meet you too." Harry said sarcastically.
"Know your place, usurper. You may have power but you will never have our loyalty. Our loyalty lies with Lord Time, the rightful ruler of the Gods." The little girl spat.
Suddenly the temperature of the room dropped down. Harry stared at the girl with narrowed eyes, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
He snapped his finger.
Lady Death now stood beside the throne while Harry was standing before it with Fate in his right hand. His fingers were wrapped around the tiny neck of the girl.
He wasn't squeezing. Yet.
"Know your place, girl. I am Chaos. I am one of the two Primordials. You are nothing but pests beneath my feet. Don't tempt me to step on you." Harry whispered in a cold even tone, grinning maliciously as he brought her head towards his face. She was hanging by the neck and couldn't do much.
"Do you understand me?" He asked. Their faces were so close that she could smell his breath.
She shuddered in revulsion.
"...yes…" she mumbled, averting her gaze, knowing when to quit.
Harry chuckled darkly and sat back on the throne with the little girl in his lap.
"My lord. What are you doing? Please let me go." Fate pleaded as his hands snaked around her waist and kept her on his hips.
"Nope. It is your punishment for talking back to your elders. You shall be my lapdog for all eternity." He smiled sadistically as she squirmed on his lap.
She teared up and looked despondently at him.
"Don't look at me like that, Fate. I am not going to go easy on you just because you have taken the form of a cute little child." Harry laughed uproariously, pulling her tightly against his chest and whispering something in her ear.
She paled rapidly and immediately stopped resisting, propping her back on his chest.
Harry's eyes shone with mirth as he patted her head for learning so quickly. Then he looked at the other gods who were still standing before him with mutinous glares aimed at him.
Harry said amicably. "Lord Time. You have two options. Either be perished or bend your knee."
Lord Time, who had been silent and had kept his face blank up until now, dropped down on knees. "I pledge my loyalty to the Primordial Chaos. To Harry Potter."
The others shared defeated looks before falling down on their knees as a show of subservience.
"All hail Chaos, The Creator, The Destroyer. All hail Harry Potter. The King of Gods." Lord Time yelled. The others picked up the chant.
"All hail Chaos!"
"All hail Creator!"
"All hail Destroyer!"
"All hail Harry Potter!"
"All hail the King of Gods!"
And that was the day a mortal took over the realms of Immortals. That was the day Harry Potter became something more.
Something extraordinary.
From then on Harry Potter became the Creator of new worlds and the Destroyer of the old ones.
He glanced at the mirrors and his excitement showed on his face. There were infinite worlds to play with. There were uncountable universes to spread his superiority.
Let the game begin. He was eager to spread more chaos.
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