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Posted May 18, 2014

SUMMARY: Harry and his circle take time to recover from the battle with Voldemort; another visit to San Francisco results in an encounter with Dumbledore, forcing Brandon to reveal secrets to Harry's new friends; and Harry and Mazhe tie the knot in a ceremony attended by many guests;

39: JOURNEY TO A JOINED PATH

May 14 – August 20, 2007

Within the Commonwealth's borders, the public was quick to forgive their adoptive son after the details of the operation were revealed. In fact, there were a few calling for a national holiday to be named in his honour. Harry was quick to put the breaks on such an idea—doing so would be following the same mistakes that had been made years earlier in England. Sure, he had been the one to walk the last few steps, but the government had helped him to get there.

Reactions from other ICW member nations, however, were mixed. In England, particularly, the Ministry was quick to denounce the reports. "VENOMOUS LIES", the Daily Prophet screeched, publishing a scathing article calling Harry 'the next dark lord who had simply removed his only competition'. Equally, they denounced the Commonwealth, stating, 'This rogue nation which exists outside of sensible regulation by the international body, is now a danger to us all, shielding a monster from due justice'.

Harry was unfazed by the ramblings spewing from the country of his birth. They had an incompetent government, and an incompetent Minister. What else should anyone expect, but... incompetence? The Prophet? It would print whatever it wanted, whether the content was true or not. No, it wasn't worth getting in a huff about.

With the banishment of Tom Riddle and the complete decimation of his supporters, Harry felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Now, all he had to be concerned about was level six magical exams, and grade ten final exams, which were both approaching. Considering all that he'd been through over the past year, such affairs were a flash in the pan.

As he continued with reviews of course material (with Justin and Remus being sure to cover any material he was lacking in), he also continued his visits with Paarthurnax and Sahrotaar. There, he not only continued to learn the dragon language, but also worked on focusing his mind further, and making the first steps toward learning a Shout. During the last part of the visit, he also continued to work on the song he was composing for Mazhe.

Working on the song had become a little easier, since Mazhe had become rather busy with the guild as of late, meaning Harry didn't have to be quite as secretive about what he was doing. It also meant Harry was able to visit the glee club for their input.

The last week of Second Seed (May), Harry did so for a third time, once again accompanied by Justin and Brandon. Though Voldemort had been dealt with, the government still insisted Harry have some sort of protection with him, since there were still people out for his blood—perhaps a lot of people out for his blood now. It somewhat annoyed him, but Harry accepted it for what it was. Two good friends who had his back—after all, not too many people out there could say they had a trained assassin watching their back.

As the meeting got under way, Harry couldn't help but note how large Quinn had gotten. Her due date had to be really close. He made a mental note to send her some sort of gift to mark the occasion... maybe Tommy might have a suggestion or two...

"Harry..." Justin poked him in the ribs.

"Sorry?"

"Like dude... you were just staring into space," said Puck.

"Apologies. My thoughts were elsewhere."

"I asked if you're rich or something," said Jesse.

"I... well..."

"Just say yes, Harry," said Justin, "Harry, uh, comes from a very old family that had lots of money."

"Justin..."

"I'm only telling the truth," Justin pressed, "I know you keep going on about wanting to be normal, but both you and I know that's never gonna happen."

"I would give it all to be just that."

Harry turned back to the group.

"Coin will never buy happiness. All of you face problems in your lives that here and now might seem insurmountable. Know that they will pale compared to what you will face when you leave these walls for the final time. Cherish your days here, for they will pass, and life as an adult will have you lament for the days of your youth."

Mr. Schuester was about to open his mouth to protest Harry's comments, but relented, realizing it was the naked truth.

Harry continued, "All of you have something I will never have... a normal life. A real mother or father... or both. Your worst fears likely centre around whether or not you'll pass your chemistry exam... or whether the girl—or boy you're chasing will fancy you or not... all trivial things, compared to the things I have faced."

Harry paused a moment, picking up on some of Jesse's thoughts.

"All of you care about one another, no? What would you do if—one of you died?"

All of the club members looked around, at each other, then back at Harry, clearly uncomfortable with the suggestion.

"In the past year, I have seen the passing of three people I considered family. Not by blood, but they might as well have been. They, on top of others that were friends and protectors."

"But... why are you telling us this?" Finn protested.

"Finn, really," Rachel huffed, understanding at once.

"So you were in a war or something," Puck guessed.

Harry gave a sad nod. "I might as well have been. There are many things I can't get into..."

"Classified information," said Brandon, with a frown. "Really, Harry, you're already pushing the limits on what you can say here."

"Right. We waste time as it is on matters that have now passed. Just know that, no matter how difficult your lives may seem to be, I would gladly exchange places with one of you... gladly give away every last sep-uh, dollar I have to my name, to make it so."

As they got ready to leave, Brandon pulled Jesse aside for a word. Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the activity, but slipped his notes into his satchel. Though... Brandon had frowned a couple of times during the meeting. Oh well. If it was important, Harry would soon know about it.

When the three of them arrived back at the College, Harry was quick to ask about the discussion.

"You really want to know?" Brandon asked, again frowning, "Gods, I forgot most of the B.S. that went on in high school... seeing all this, brings it all back again."

Justin only smiled and nodded, knowing all too well. "Drama," he said, simply.

"That's about the size of it," Brandon picked up, "Mr. St. James was planted in the group by a rival school. I simply gave him a kind piece of advice."

"More like a gun to his forehead," Justin smirked.

"Well, not quite. But I did warn him that should he carry through with any plot that might disrupt the group while we're, uh, attached... I would visit him in the small hours of the night and make him wish he were never born. And I did apply a small compulsion charm that should keep him in line."

Harry let out a sigh. "Gods... you terrorized a teenager for... drama."

"Protecting your interests, Harry. Last thing you need is for your new friends to be distracted by... drama. He planned on ending his relationship with Rachel, publicly denouncing the club, and returning to his old school."

"Uh... right. I still disagree with causing interference. If that was his path, then we have no business to interfere."

"It's done now," said Justin, "Let's just move on."

When Harry, Justin, and Brandon met with the club a week later, they found a subdued atmosphere. The club had attended the Regional competition, but even with an energetic performance, they had still placed last. As he found out, the club had nearly been cancelled as a result, but they had been given a reprieve. Perhaps some investigation was needed into exactly why. Quinn had also delivered her baby, and so was not present (still at home, getting some rest), so he would have to pass on congratulations another time.

Over the next couple of weeks, it was exam time for Harry and his school friends. Both Ginny and Luna were escorted to Hogwarts every day so they could sit their O.W.L. exams, while everyone else still in school sat exams in the apartment's Virtual Projection Room, which had been configured into a classroom. Since everyone was in sixth year (or level six magic, in Harry's case), no exam proctors were needed, and Remus and Justin were more than acceptable as examiners.

June 22, 2007 / 22 Mid-Year, 4E202

With Mazhe once again occupied with a guild assignment for at least part of the weekend, Harry took the opportunity to once again work secretly with the glee club. This time, rather than meeting in Lima, Harry invited the club's membership to join him in San Francisco, and use the theatre, which currently sat shuttered, with no events scheduled until the middle of next month. The government once again took care of the logistics, and as far as the group's parents were concerned, Valicor was taking care of transportation and lodging. Additionally, it was also stressed that there were appropriate chaperones present, although this was not considered a school function.

The government had provided a private jet to fly the group out to the west coast, with a pair of SOU agents posing as greeters and escorts. Harry, Justin, and Brandon met the group at the airport, where a chartered motor-coach carried them the rest of the way to the theatre. The bus was a custom fit, with seating arranged more like a limousine, so people could face one another more comfortably.

Once they were settled in the guest suites (which had been adjusted for the group's number), the group spent the rest of the day in the auditorium, split between working on Harry's special composition, or otherwise jamming together and singing. An organist had been provided, but he eventually departed around dinner time—not that it mattered much. There were a variety of other instruments set up, and the organ did have a piano setting. Kurt was more than adept at the piano, and with a little bit of a tutorial, was able to get by.

With the number of musicians in the group, it was only natural that Harry was coaxed into trying to sing.

"Just go with it, man," said Finn.

"Yeah, like, we're not gonna laugh at you," Tina threw in.

"Right, all right, I surrender," Harry laughed, throwing up his hands.

Justin was quick to join in with them, as they covered a Beatles number, and Brandon simply stood off to the side, speaking with a few other agents that were providing security. Brandon couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, and so knew not to even attempt.

Perhaps it was best if he didn't. Though he had more than grown attached to the young wizard, no matter what, he was there at direction of the Queen. At any time, his orders could change, and he would leave the circle he'd become part of. Perhaps only temporarily, or perhaps not. Brandon was an agent of the Commonwealth's crown, first and foremost. A strong friendship with the most famous wizard in the magical world had come of the current assignment, but as it stood, there was no such thing as a permanent post.

Dinner ended up being rather late, with Justin putting in an order for pizza and wings. At first, Harry was confused as to why there had been such a big order—large enough to feed a platoon, let alone fifteen of them. That was quickly answered, when Remus arrived, bringing the other kids who had been moved to Skyrim for their protection. Will and Alice arrived shortly after (all through the front doors rather than the fireplace), along with Hermione's parents. Then, moments following, Mazhe arrived, and wasted no time greeting his mate in the traditional manner. Harry could feel his face flush as they separated.

"Have you guys thought any more about a date?" Kurt asked.

"We wish for late summer," answered Harry, "Perhaps the third or last week of ... err... August. Thus far, a venue has not been considered."

"We're still getting ideas," said Mazhe, "Between us, we have many friends."

"Good grief, Harry. I still can't believe you're getting bonded," said Hermione, shaking her head.

Harry could only smile. "Recalling first time Mazhe and I met, I somehow knew we would walk to the afterlife together. This only furthers that belief."

"Right, you lot, let's go eat," said Brandon, who between him and two other agents, carried a stack of boxes.

"There should be a set of tables already prepped for us backstage," said Justin, "We could commandeer one of the lounges, but..."

"Right. Come on then."

With dinner out of the way, the group was treated to a movie. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was the film of choice, being the previous year's best grossing film world wide. Though it wasn't really a 'make-out' movie, it didn't stop Harry and Mazhe. Everyone had spread out, given they were a relatively small group compared to the size of the auditorium. Naturally, they weren't the only ones.

Harry was surprised to notice that Neville and Luna had become an item. It appeared the shy boy he'd met so long ago had become a confident young wizard. Good on him!

Hermione and Ron, meanwhile, weren't much of a surprise at all. Much like between Harry and Mazhe, the pair seemed to glow when they were together. How long before there came an engagement announcement? Mrs. Weasley was going to go over the moon with that!

It was late in the morning before everyone finally finished breakfast. Clearly, not many people had gotten a lot of sleep, and so coffee was spared no expense—nor were pepper-up potions, though they were consumed discreetly. Breakfast consisted of the usual fare that would have been provided back in the apartment, though in this case it was provided by human hands and non-magical means.

With breakfast—or perhaps brunch being a better word—was finished, the rather large group once again boarded the motor coach, destined for one of the large shopping malls. The two groups were separated, and a silencing charm was hastily erected so Will and Alice could speak to Harry's school friends—if perhaps to lay down some ground rules.

"So where we headed first?" Justin asked. He remained with Harry and the rest of the glee club.

"Tell me, Mr. Potter, have you ever had a facial?" Kurt smirked.

"A what?"

"That settles it."

For some reason, Harry felt like he'd just been put on someone's dinner menu.

"What exactly is a facial?" Mazhe asked.

Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Neither of you know what a facial is?"

"Seriously?" Santana quipped.

Puck arched an eyebrow. "Like, dudes. What planet are you from anyway?"

"Don't answer that," said Harry, seeing Mazhe about to do exactly that. "We don't have... well... the concept is lost on me."

Kurt looked momentarily scandalized.

"There is still hope for the pair of you, though it may take some work," he finally said, dramatically.

"A facial is really nice, you'll like it," said Rachel.

"Well, uh, thanks... I think," said Mazhe, shifting uncomfortably from the gaze he was getting from Kurt. He then smirked. "Well, it could be worse. Emily and Rosie could be doing it."

"Gods, no," Harry muttered.

"And who are they?" asked Kurt.

"Tommy's nieces—I fail to recall if you remember him or not. His nieces are adorable. One is five, the other is six or something? I forget," Harry answered, "He suffered serious injury sometime ago and is presently unable to travel with us."

"Well... Dardanos certainly looked amusing, once they'd finished with him," Mazhe smirked.

It was late in the afternoon before they were back on the bus, returning to the theatre. Harry's magical friends had actually fared well, all in all, it not being their first trip into the non-magical world. Fred and George seemed to be buzzing with excitement, it being their first trip into a mundane mall. Their trip into a party/prop/joke/gag store had been an adventure, and Harry could already imagine the crazy inventions they would come up with from the experience.

Harry and Mazhe's experience in the beauty parlour, on the other hand, was something both young mages would sooner forget. They endured, if only to humour their new friend. After all, both of them had been through far worse than having a mask made from something with the consistency of mud being plastered on their faces. At least whatever it was smelled half-nice.

A few blocks from the theatre, Brandon glanced at his mobile, and frowned.

"Driver. Take us up to Hayes St., and drop us off at the rear lobby entrance."

"Sure thing."

"What's going on?" Harry asked. He had sat close to the front along with Justin, Mazhe, and Brandon.

"Undesired company," Brandon answered, "Dumbledore was sighted across the street."

Harry let out a sigh. "Should've expected him to eventually track me down. Whiskered wanker..."

That earned a scandalous look from some of the female guests.

"Harry!" Hermione scolded.

"What? Only the truth spills from my tongue. Meddling old goat-fucker..."

That earned even more shocked glances from his female guests. Puck, meanwhile, was nearly doubled over, he was laughing so hard. Finn was in no better shape, nor were a few of the others.

"Seriously," Harry charged onward, "A rumour has circulated on several occasions suggesting he has had relations with... do I really need speak further? He deflects accusation to the feet of his younger sibling, but..."

"Really?" said George, "I mean, we all suspected the man was bent... Merlin..."

"So what'd the guy do to you?" questioned Santana, "Did he—"

"Thank the gods, no. I would have buried my blade so deep in his arse that his unborn grandchildren would feel it," Harry muttered, venomously.

"So what'd he do then?"

"That answer is complicated, and I don't wish to delve into it, for a number of reasons. Let me only answer that he has caused me much pain and anguish, and that I will one day see him answer for each and every grievance."

"Unfortunately, the man's got a lot of power politically... knows a lot of people with the right connections, that kind of thing. For now he's out of reach, but eventually he'll step in something he can't cover up. He'll make a mistake, they always do," said Justin.

"When we pull up to the building, everyone go inside and up to the private suites immediately. Security has already cleared the building."

"What for? This part of your, uh, not being normal thing?" Artie asked.

"It is. Though the company has provided you means to join me here, all of you are my guests, and my responsibility," Harry answered, scowling. "Last thing I would wish for, is for any of you to suffer injury that could have been prevented."

"You make it sound like you're a secret agent or somethin'," said Finn.

"I can't tell you. Just... trust me."

"We're following protocol," says Brandon. "Just trust us, we'll keep you safe."

The vehicle pulled up to the north lobby entrance, and after Brandon and other SOU agents deemed it safe, they hurried inside—though a little more time was needed to get Artie settled in his wheelchair. Assuming everyone had taken the elevator up to the suites, Harry then crossed the lobby and stepped out into the foyer. It was decorated much like the lobby, acting as a grand partition between the street and the interior. Glancing out the doors, Harry could make out a figure standing across the street, watching thoughtfully. He'd done quite well to blend in, but his beard and half-moon glasses were still unmistakable.

"Though we would suggest you not make contact with him, it's your show, Mr. Stormcrown," said one of two agents providing security.

"What precautions stand at the ready?"

"At least fifteen agents are in position, with others at the ready to join if necessary. We called for backup soon as we spotted him. Whatever you do, don't try to take him down. DOI considers it an unacceptable risk at this point."

"I would agree. Such an operation requires more time that we have not been given. I would yet have words with the old man, if only to determine future intent, and deliver clear warning of my own. I would have you both join me on the street."

The three of them stepped out onto the sidewalk, and waited, while Dumbledore crossed the street to join them. It took several moments, until the traffic at last cleared.

"Harry, my boy," he spoke, in a grandfatherly tone.

"I am not your boy, Dumbledore," Harry answered, frostily.

"Have you truly ended Tom's life?"

"No, he yet lives," Harry answered, "Though I believe that by this point, he wishes for the sweet release of death, considering the place I have sent him. Most unfortunate for him, death does not know the realm he finds himself in."

"Then you have not filled your destiny, Harry. The prophecy—"

"Is ended, Dumbledore. Voldemort—Tom Riddle, has been vanquished. His Horcruxes have no meaning, no use, since he has to die before he could ever use them. And as far as the one that lived in my scar, it has been expelled, by Tom himself."

"In what way?"

"Tom cast the killing curse on me. I broke words with my parents in the void. They explained how and why. And yes, they are very proud of who I have become. They wish me a long, happy life, and all but threatened to hex me quite painfully, should I show up in the afterlife anytime before my two-hundredth birthday."

Harry thought for a moment, then smiled brightly.

"Oh. And of course, my mother also warned me about you. I know all about what sort of mischief you've been up to. Really. Associating with a terrorist organization, a member of which is a fugitive from 73BCE... the Commonwealth is already passing on some of this information to our contacts in the international community. If your political clout was weakened already, find it weakened further—and I wouldn't advise you to try anything here and now."

"We have a lot of agents watching this little meeting, Mr. Dumbledore," said one of the agents, with a vicious smirk, "Doing anything other than using a port key or Disapparating will result in many painful curses. And trust me, we would love for you to try something."

"Now that you know where you stand at this moment, let me make this very clear," said Harry dangerously, "My circle and I have crushed many foes, one of which threatened Skyrim, the latest being Tom and his merry band of misfits. We know exactly what sort of individual you truly are. When next we meet, you will face justice by our hands."

"Is that so? You believe you and that circle of friends you have could ever stand up to the years of experience I have alone?"

"There is power in numbers. Numbers who unite under just cause... purpose that has fallen from your sight sometime ago. I believe you may have been a good man at one time, but you have lost your way, and now become the danger Tom was. The words buried in my chest since last we broke words have now fallen from my tongue, laid bare for your ears, and I take my leave. I would bid you farewell, but those words would be false. So, I would ask you to fall from sight, Dumbledore. I seek more deserving company."

Dumbledore let out an exaggerated sigh, and simply vanished with a soft pop.

Harry smirked then turned around to go back inside, then frowned. Rather than following instructions and returning to the suites, Puck had instead sneaked back down to the lobby. Justin had just arrived by the look of it, and was already having words with the boy.

A quick glance at his memories revealed he'd seen just about all of the brief conversation. Wonderful, Harry thought to himself, someone else that would now need a memory charm.

"Tell me, Mr. Puckerman, why would you defy instructions made to see to your safety?" Harry hissed, "The individual I broke words with is considered a terrorist. He could have killed you on the spot without blinking."

"I was curious, okay?"

"No. It is not... 'okay', as you so lightly put it. Far worse, you now have forbidden knowledge, knowledge that now puts all of you, and all of my circle in great danger," Harry pressed, flicking his wrist, and producing his wand.

"You believe yourself to be a... bad-ass, is it?"

"..."

"Harry..." Justin said, frowning.

"Compared with the things I have seen, and fought, where I come from... you would last a mere second before being eaten alive. Now. Tell me, how much of your memory should I strip clear? A few minutes? An hour? All of your memories of us? And believe me, it is most possible for me to do so."

Puck could see the end of Harry's wand light up with red energy. He turned deathly white.

"I... I didn't mean... I'm sorry," he stammered.

"Harry. Really," Justin pressed.

The light dimmed, then it brightened again, turning a purple shade. He snapped his wand out at the wall, and a bolt of light zapped against the wall, leaving a brief scorch mark.

"Just so you clearly see there is no trickery. Yet, you force my hand to reveal secrets you have no right to know. All because you fail to heed simple instructions. If you fail in such a simple task, how do you plan to pass through the far more demanding challenging of life as an adult?"

"Harry." Justin frowned again. "I somewhat agree with what he says, but—"

Harry ran a hand through his hair, then stowed his wand away. "To put dressing over a deadly trap does not render it harmless."

"But there are other ways to deal with this. In a nutshell, Mr. Puckerman, we'll have to put you under a secrecy charm," said Justin, "You can't tell anyone what you've just seen. It's for our protection as much as yours."

"It's either that or we will erase the memory of what you have just witnessed," said one of the SOU agents, "But doing so is far more risky since you've been around Harry and his group on a number of occasions."

"So magic... it's all real then."

"Both the good, and the bad, yes," Justin answered, "Dumbledore is slowly replacing a dark wizard we dispatched recently."

"Like a super-villain."

"Exactly like," said Justin.

"Except that, unlike in a comic book, this super-villain is very much real, with real, deadly powers," said the SOU agent. "We'd best wrap this up."

"Hows this memory charm work?" Puck asked.

Harry again let out an annoyed sigh. "I have done this more than I would care to. But... you will feel nothing as it is applied."

"It simply prevents you from discussing what you now know with others who don't know the same information already. So, you can't talk about magic with your friend Finn, because he doesn't already know," Justin explained.

Five minutes later, Harry, Justin, and Puck returned to the private suites, leaving the two SOU agents to watch the lobby. Harry was surprised to find the rest of the circle present—Tommy was on a pair of crutches, as he still waited for a prosthetic.

"Heard there was a problem," he said, simply.

"Dumbledore decided to invite himself to our little party. Most unfortunate for him, my protection detail made discovery before we were caught unawares. We had words, and he departed without hostilities being exchanged."

"Gods. Truly a magnet for trouble, Harry," said Mazhe, shaking his head.

"So will we be expecting him again?" asked Kurt.

"No. He knows now we are well protected at this location. Though his mind is idled if he believed otherwise for any point in time."

"Yeah, uh, duh... historic landmark and all that," Kurt snorted.

"Precisely. The theatre's watched around the clock, whether an event is scheduled or not," says Brandon.

"It's quite simple, actually," Luna quipped, "His head is full of wrackspurts."

That earned blank stares from the glee club, and Harry once again felt the urge to bang his head against a wall somewhere.

Hermione covered the slip-up. "She means, he's gone mental."

"The dude looked ancient," Puck said, "Like he should've died a couple of decades ago."

"Noah, that's not very nice," Rachel scolded, but it earned a smirk out of Harry.

"Uh, yeah. Puck sums him up quite nicely. An individual who has outlived his use. Perhaps he's gone off his nut in his twilight years."

Brandon, meanwhile, muttered something unintelligible, and produced his wand. The kids from Lima (other than Puck) looked at it strangely, that is, until a nearby chair suddenly began to dance around of its own volition. The legs were even bending as if they were limbs rather than straight legs.

"Since one of you seems to know about this matter already, and Harry has invited you lot to his bonding ceremony upcoming this summer, it's best we simply enlighten all of you at once, and save the trouble."

Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Magic," Mercedes said, simply, "That's your big secret then?"

"Part of it, yes," said Harry, "As to me being a secret agent... close."

Brandon gestured again with his wand, this time turning the dancing chair into a chicken. It began strutting around, making clucking sounds.

"Oh come on, Brandon," Justin smirked, producing his own wand. A gesture turned the chair into a dozen quacking ducks. That reduced both Harry and Mazhe into fits of laughter.

"I don't get what's so funny," said Brandon.

"You don't remember the... duck incident?"

"Thousands of conjured, singing ducks, during an alteration lesson a few years ago," answered Harry, between giggles.

"No way." It was clear Finn was vividly imagining what such an incident might look like.

"And no, we can't do that during your history class," Harry smirked.

"Getting off track here," said Brandon, as he made a gesture with his wand, "Finite."

With a flash, the ducks all vanished, to be replaced by the piece of furniture they'd been created from.

"Normally by our laws, none of you are permitted to know about us. However, there are times when exceptions have to be made, this being one of those times. Since all of you have been hanging around with Harry and his circle, it's opening up the chance of secrets getting out.

"We'll place all of you under a secrecy charm, so you can't reveal our world and so on. It only takes a few moments, and it'll prevent further accidents."

"What about our parents?" Quinn asked, "I mean, not that I would want them to know, but..."

"No. You can't tell anyone," said Justin, "There are a lot of people in your world who would try to hurt us, wipe us out even, if they knew."

"Yeah, my parents," said Quinn, "They'd see you all as the devil's spawn."

"So, uh, what happens now?" asked Artie.

"Well, other than us applying the secrecy charm, nothing changes. You just won't be able to tell anyone about what you now know," Justin answered.

"You simply just hold still, as we apply the charm. It takes only a few seconds," Harry added, "Do remember, an exception is being made, partly due to an error on my part."

"What do you mean, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I invited these guys to the wedding without breaking words with the government. Given the amount of political influence I carry, such things are quickly forgiven. Know that such exceptions are—"

"Harry, we know. But you also know that... well... it's... it's you, and what you did for all of us," said Justin.

Harry groaned in frustration. "It is exactly that which I find troubling. The thing I did, it was my responsibility, resting on my shoulders, placed there by prophecy. Yet, so many place me upon pedestal, celebrating my name, failing to see the man behind it, and equally, failing to recognize so many others who also took up arms under united cause.

"I may have been the one to bring about Tom Riddle's end, yet there were so many others working behind me—and beside me. It is wrong that they be forgotten, while I continue to be celebrated."

"You don't want to be famous?" Rachel asked, looking shocked.

"Most of you are aiming to become famous in some way, is that a fair assessment?" Harry asked. He got nods from most of the group.

"All of you wish for it, perhaps some of you long to stand in the spotlight. I honour your courage, as the spotlight can be a cold place. Myself, I have never wished to be famous.

"My fame comes from an act my mother and father did all in the name of protecting me from the man I would one day face. It was through their sacrifice of love and blood that I survived when Tom Riddle came calling. All of it was set in motion by prophecy—whether true or not. It mattered not, as Tom believed it, and took action."

Harry brushed the thick lock of hair out of his face to reveal the now faint scar on his forehead.

"This is the mark left behind, a little memento, a reminder of the dark wizard's monstrous act. This mark made me famous, the people of Wizarding England naming me, 'the boy-who-lived'. To set foot in my homeland, I am celebrated one moment, then spit on the next. So no, fame and success never guarantees happiness. At least, not for myself."

Harry blew out a breath.

"Right. Enough dark thoughts, let us complete a bit of business, so that we might continue with more pleasant activity."

Over the next month, Harry was in much more frequent contact with the glee club, considering school was then over. For Harry, it was also easier, since his schedule had also relaxed, for a similar reason. Sure, he still maintained morning physical training, but classes were finished for the summer. Tolfdir had sent him a message asking if Harry would consider teaching a class or two at the college, but for now, Harry declined, wishing to take the summer and unwind.

Of course, plans were well under way for the wedding by this point, although the pair could still not quite decide exactly where to hold it. Any place cold was nixed on the spot, so it limited locations to the southern parts of the province. Hogwarts had been considered, then dropped, given Harry's frosty relationship with his homeland at this point.

Professor McGonagall had been disappointed when Harry had sent the polite refusal. However, she was also delighted to receive an unofficial invitation, which had extended to the rest of the faculty. After all, all of the problems Harry had experienced while attending the school, were easily laid at the former headmaster's feet.

Though his schedule had relaxed, Harry still continued with several classes. He still attended his blacksmithing lessons with Balimund and Asbjorn Fire-Tamer; the boy was pretty much a man at this point. Then there were the ongoing lessons with Paarthurnax and the other dragons at the summit of the Throat of the World—they were another reason Harry was practically insisting that the wedding be held in Skyrim. There was no way he would have his dragon friends miss out on the union.

The special composition Harry was working on had really taken shape, and so Justin had put him in contact with the Trevelyan Symphony Orchestra. Though Kurt and the glee club had done tremendous work hammering out a melody that fit, it was moving to a point where professional input was required. Given Harry's influence in name alone, the orchestra was more than willing to help out.

Harry's birthday turned out to be a blast, when Finn suggested they join up and spend the day at Cedar Point, an amusement park on the south shore of Lake Erie. The roller coasters were truly epic, the effects and sensations being very close to riding on the back of a broom. He'd made a mental note to give his new friends a ride sometime in the near future.

From there, the two groups were in almost daily contact, as the polish was being put on the song. Brandon had become more than clever, drawing in the assistance of Miraak in keeping Mazhe continuously occupied. Sure, there had been some close calls, but all in all, the secret remained intact.

On a number of occasions, the two groups would meet, only to immediately be whisked away to Trevelyan, where they would meet with the orchestra and its singers. To hear everything come together as an epic production gave Harry shivers. Mazhe was going to love it!

As the date grew closer, meanwhile, they finally nailed down the location for the event. Actually, it had been Vex who had thrown out the suggestion one evening while they were gathered in the Ragged Flagon.

"Why not hold it at Goldenglow?"

Of course, Harry had given that location a bit of thought, but now, it practically made sense! It was under guild control, and it wouldn't be the first time a large social gathering had been held there—one only had to think back to the past winter's extremely popular ice-skating party.

With that last detail hammered into place, dozens of invitations were sent out. As much as Harry wished to have a small ceremony, Mazhe would have none of it, and the guest list was extensive. Some of the guests gave cause for concern, but Brandon had assured the both of them things would be kept under control, one way or another. The government would be providing more than ample security, considering Queen Susan was on the guest list.

"Any nonsense, and the one responsible will find themselves thrown into Lake Honrich absent their clothes," Brandon promised.

"If I don't hex them painfully first," Harry muttered, "Causing any sort of grief during my bonding ceremony will meet with dire consequences, no matter who they might be."

August 14, 2007 / 14 Last Seed, 4E202

"Well done, Harry. Let's try again," said Falion. They were once again working in the summoning circle a few minutes outside of Morthal. The storm attronach Harry had summoned hovered close by, while the second summon had vanished after only a few moments.

"But... I still find difficulty holding a second summon."

"This is challenging material, Harry. To maintain more than one, if only for a short time, is an impressive feat in its own right."

Pop. Brandon appeared just outside the circle. It was not uncommon for Harry to attend training with Falion on his own in the past while, with the threat to his safety being much less in Skyrim.

"Harry. A word."

"Something's happened," Harry guessed. A gesture from his hand dispelled the storm attronach.

"Somewhat. Mr. Puckerman got himself into a bit of trouble this morning."

"In what way?"

"I'll let you see for yourself. This is footage from a security camera inside of a convenience store just outside of Lima," Brandon explained, having already produced his mobile. A tap of the screen had the video play.

The action started only seconds into the clip, as the entire room seemed to jolt, with debris and merchandise flying past the camera, set in motion by what Harry guessed to be a vehicle—a car, more specifically. There was no sound, but Harry could just make out the driver of the vehicle as he got out, and the hairstyle was unmistakable.

"Gods... what was he thinking?"

"It gets worse." Brandon tapped the screen, and the clip changed to a different angle, which demonstrated what Puck was actually up to.

"Oh Gods... he's not... bloody hell, he did," Harry muttered, shaking his head, as the boy manhandled the store's automatic teller into the trunk of the car.

"Did he not realize such machines carry many security devices? Where has he been taken?"

"As it stands, he's in police custody. However, given the connection he's got with your group, DOI has a suggestion on what we might do. If you'll hear me out."

"What does the government have in mind?"

"He be attached to our group and train with us. Remember the 'boot camp' Tommy put you guys through nearly three years ago?"

"Hmm... yes, I see the line of thinking. Perhaps a bit of exposure to discipline might curb a penchant for mischief," Harry agreed.

"As if it cured you."

Harry grinned. "Fuck off."

He turned back to Falion. "Apologies. I must cut training short, as there appears to be a matter requiring my attention."

"Don't fret. I understand. Though I give you an assignment until we next meet. To simply keep practicing your double summoning. It's all about practice, Harry."

"Thank you. If you like, we can return you to Morthal by port key," Harry offered.

Falion declined the offer, answering, "I can make my own way back."

"Very well." Harry had already produced his mobile.

With Brandon gripping him about the arm, they vanished with a blur of limbs.

It was a half hour before the fire in the fireplace roared a brilliant green, expelling Mr. Sampson and Miss Connor. They immediately stepped aside, as the flames again flared up, this time expelling Puck and another SOU agent. Mr. Sampson spelled the soot off of everyone's clothes.

Harry, meanwhile, indicated they all follow, and led them into what had become the business office.

"Sit down."

"What..." Puck frowned, but took a seat in front of the desk. It was as if some unseen force had planted the message in his head!

"So tell me, what possessed you to commit such a foolish act?" Harry asked, quietly.

Puck shrugged. "Needed the money."

"He... needed the money..." Harry parroted back. It was obviously the wrong answer, as Harry slammed his palms onto the desk, making everyone jump.

"You foolish boy—"

"Hey! I don't have to—" Puck snarled, moving to stand.

"Sit DOWN, Mr. Puckerman," Brandon commanded.

"Do you consider every tale that has spilled from my tongue to be false?"

"N...no."

"Then why is it that you would put all of us at risk with such a foolish act?"

"Why does it matter to you?" Puck snapped.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Brandon questioned.

"No, I don't!"

"Harry. Care to paint us a picture?"

"It is a matter of exposure and attention," said Harry. "By your actions, you draw undue attention to yourself, and by extension, your friends. That could attract unwanted attention that could result in terrible consequences for my circle and I. Is this now clear?"

Puck remained silent for a moment, mulling over Harry's words. He was by no means a stupid young man. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but stupid? Definitely not.

"I... I guess I understand."

"You acted without thought." Harry sighed, and blew out a breath. "Gods. This I can understand, as I can easily place my feet in your shoes."

"Harry? Everything all right?" Harry looked up to see Mazhe standing in the doorway.

"A simple matter that is being dealt with presently. Join us."

Mazhe stepped into the room, then frowned, seeing the two Commonwealth attorneys present.

"Mr. Sampson, Miss Connor... good to see you again. Did... did something happen?" Now he was a little worried.

"I did something dumb," said Puck.

"Oh." Mazhe softened somewhat.

"Moving on, then," said Harry. "He's been placed under Commonwealth authority then?"

"As far as the state of Ohio is concerned, he's been moved to Juvenile Detention as would have been the traditional course of action for a crime of this magnitude," answered Miss Connor. "Unofficially, he's placed under the supervision of Lieutenant Commander McAllister for the next three months."

"Unless, Mr. Puckerman, you would prefer to be transferred to our youth correctional facility," said Mr. Sampson, "You do have a choice. Though trust me, working with her Majesty's Special Operations Unit would be more beneficial to you than spending time amongst other youth in a secure facility."

Puck seemed to think a moment, then asked, "If I stay here... what would I be doing?"

"You would receive training with Lieutenant Commander McAllister, myself, and a few others. When the school year begins in Hearthfire—forgive me, September, you will continue your education. What level of schooling will you be receiving?" Harry asked.

"Eleven. Grade eleven."

"Then you would attend classes with me and a few others. Is there anything else, or shall we have your decision?"

"I'll stick with option one."

"Good choice. Though realize, you will find it every bit as difficult as the second option, though for different reasons," said Harry.

"If that's it, we'll return to Trevelyan," said Mr. Sampson.

"In the meantime," said Brandon, "We'll take you back to Lima so you can collect a few things that you might need while here."(1)

By the end of the second day of training, Puck was seriously questioning his choice. Though Harry and Mazhe were present for at least two hours, they soon parted with the group. Of course, Tommy also joined them, but given his injury, he wasn't able to participate fully, and kept to upper body exercises. The two others that joined them, they themselves were brutal, perhaps downright scary with their skill. Puck was a fish in a tank full of piranha. And up to now, he'd thought himself to be a real bad-ass...

Training eased up the two days leading up to the bonding ceremony. Already, the site was being set up at Goldenglow Estate, on the west island, with the throng of bee hives being moved to the smaller island temporarily. In their place, a large canopy had been erected, along with a set of risers that would accommodate the orchestra and its singers. Additionally, two large pedestals had been provided, as places for Paarthurnax and Sahrotaar to rest during the ceremony.

The night before, Mazhe and Harry stood alone under the canopy, as the sun at last blinked out of sight behind the mountains to the southwest.

"Nervous?"

Harry could only smile. "No, not at all. This night is the last night that people will address me as 'Harry Potter'. Tomorrow, and forever after, I take a new name, and stand at your side until we walk into the afterlife. So no, I'm not nervous. If I could cause the time to pass more quickly, and speed up the hours, that the sun would rise sooner, I would see it done."

"And so would I, easily. Though you've been using my name already—"

"It is still not official."

"It doesn't matter now though. Any thoughts on what you'd like to do? Brandon keeps going on about a honeymoon and so on."

"It does not matter, so long as you are by my side. Though... there are a few places that do come to mind. Justin has shown me pictures of Victoria Falls, a spectacular waterfall located in central Africa. I would see such a place with my own eyes."

"It sounds amazing. Though if you like waterfalls, I have heard tell of a place in the reach. Perhaps not as high or magnificent as the waterfall you have in mind, but a unique place in its own right."

"We would likely face the Forsworn there," said Harry, "I would rather not encroach on their territory."

"Fair enough. Come. The guild is likely already raising glasses to our names, it's only fair we at least show briefly."

Early morning, August 20, 2007 / 20 Last Seed, 4E202

Lima, OH

A group of individuals watched, disillusioned in the shadows, as members of 'New Directions' were picked up by a chartered bus. The small group of spies included Dumbledore, and three others. Had they been visible, all except for Dumbledore wore dark cloaks with hoods which obscured their faces.

"I still fail to see the merit of turning resources to such an insignificant target," spoke one of them.

"You still think inside the box, traveller," spoke another, "Your operation against Potter in Capua was rendered a failure."

"Yes, though we had not expected the arrival of forces from the Commonwealth. Similar forces which have foiled your plots thus far, I must point out," the traveller hissed. "I reiterate my first remark."

"It is all about sentiment, my lady," Dumbledore answered coolly, "It may seem insignificant, yes, but this will serve not one, but two purposes: destroy a group of people young Mr. Potter is associating with—not to mention, a group of worthless Muggles; and second, create an incident between Magical America and the Commonwealth that will only lead to one outcome."

"The plan only compliments our own," said the second speaker, "Our mole in San Francisco is doing magnificent work. We have others in place just requiring the word. It's only a matter of timing. Once we leak the existence of the hidden research facility in San Francisco, the ICW—not to mention, the American Department of Magic—will be up in arms. And then. We strike."

They couldn't have chosen a better day for the event. The sun beamed bright in a cloudless sky, with only a gentle breeze to send gentle ripples across the lake, enough to make the leaves in the trees rustle slightly.

The seats were already filled with guests, and the guest list was extensive. Sahrotaar and Paarthurnax had both landed a half hour before, and now rested comfortably on their pedestals which anchored the raised platform and canopy. The guest list included Jarls from three different holds: Balgruuf the Greater, from Whiterun; Laila Law-Giver, from the Rift; and Ulfric Stormcloak, from Windhelm. All three of them attended with their housecarls, as well as a few guards of their own. Balgruuf had been seated on the opposite side of the isle, just to avoid undue tension.

Queen Susan was also in attendance, along with a few of her support staff, and a detachment of SOU in formal dress. Of course, the security was being provided by the SOU, guards from Riften, as well as a large detachment of Stormcloaks. After all, the Rift was Stormcloak-controlled territory, and had been since Harry had first entered Skyrim. Harry's circle sat with the Queen's party, as did Brandon.

The Ragnar's captain, as well as a number of her crew were also in attendance, as were the entire membership of the College, and the entire membership of the guild (though they wore dress clothes rather than their standard guild armour). Mazhe had warned all of them to 'behave themselves', that the attendees were off limits to any sort of guild activity.

There was a strong delegation from Hogwarts, which included the current headmistress and most of the faculty. Joining them were the students and families uprooted from England.

Rounding out the attendees, were the Greybeards, who had chosen to be seated near the back, as well as a gathering of press from the Commonwealth. Initially, Harry was rather resistant to the press being present, but Justin had put him at ease, reminding him that the Commonwealth's press tended to keep things accurate. Beside the point, the Commonwealth had been overly kind to Harry, even after the government action that painted Harry in a terrible light. So, Harry relented. He smirked, knowing the story would break a lot of hearts, both in the Commonwealth, and elsewhere.

Just before 11 am, the ceremony got under way, with Harry waiting at the alter to the right of Maramal, a Redguard priest of Mara. It had taken only a brief conversation with him to set the plans for the ceremony in motion. Most weddings were conducted at the Temple of Mara in Riften, this one being one of the few exceptions.

There had been much debate about what to wear to the wedding. In the end, Harry had decided to go with the set of armour he'd recovered from a bandit during the encounter with Odahviing. It had been cleaned up and polished so the metal actually shined, and Harry most certainly looked imposing when he wore it.

Mazhe, meanwhile, walked up the centre isle to meet Harry at the alter. Unlike Harry, Mazhe had gone with his mages' robes, which were a blue shade with darker trim. They certainly contrasted one another, but neither really cared at this point. They at last met at the alter, and Maramal began:

"It was Mara that first gave birth to all of creation and pledged to watch over us as her children.

"It is from her love of us that we first learned to love one another. It is from this love that we learn that a life lived alone is no life at all.

"We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship.

"May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship."

He turned to Harry. "Do you, Harry Potter, agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?"

"I do. Now and forever," Harry answered, smiling broadly.

He then turned to Mazhe. "Do you, Mazhe Stormcrown, agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?"

"I do. Until we walk the afterlife, and forever after," Mazhe answered, matching Harry's smile.

Maramal couldn't help but smile himself, as he reached back for a pair of rings. As he passed one to each of them, he spoke, "I present the two of you with matching rings, blessed by Mara's divine grace. May they protect each of you in your new life together."

He waited, while Harry placed the ring on Mazhe's ring finger, and Mazhe reciprocated the gesture with Harry.

Maramal then raised his hands over the two of their heads. "I present, Harry and Mazhe Stormcrown, now wed under the authority of Mara. May the gods bless them both with love and companionship until the end of their days."(2)

Harry was warmed greatly by the thunderous round of applause from the assembled guests. And, as that died down, the air was punctured by two enormous plumes of flame which soared into the heavens, courtesy of Paarthurnax and Sahrotaar. Taking that as a cue, Harry and Mazhe embraced and kissed deeply, to more applause.

Now, Harry held up a hand, stilling the crowd. Mazhe arched an eyebrow.

"Fahdon ahrk yunaar wo lahvraan us mii."

"Friends and guests who gather before us," Paarthurnax translated.

"To zu'u fen nutiid tokaan do ahdinaak ofanaht wah dii lokal, diist, zu'u nutiid voth pah do hi ol koriim."

"Though I will present a number of special gifts to my love, the first, I present with all of you as witness," Sahrotaar this time translated.

Mazhe again arched an eyebrow, still wondering exactly what Harry was up to.

"The Tevelyan Symphony Orchestra and its singers, joined by 'New Directions', will now perform 'Dragonborn' —a special composition I have been working on since the end of Rain's Hand," said Harry, reverting to the Common language, "Gratitude to Paarthurnax and Sahrotaar for their translation."

That was the cue for the orchestra to begin, with the chorus beginning to chant in low tones. And now, Mazhe knew exactly what his mate had been up to with the kids from Ohio. The chorus broke their chant, launching into,

"Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin las vahriin,

Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!

Ahrk fin norok pal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,

Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!"(3)

Mazhe was blown away by the performance, all of it performed in Dovahzul. Equally impressive, it had taken only a few months for Harry to pull it all together—part of it while still under the threat of Voldemort. Though he would receive a number of gifts from Harry, this one would always mean the most.

As the song came to a close, both Mazhe and Harry were startled as Fawkes appeared in an explosion of golden flames, to then flutter down and land on Harry's shoulder, letting go a string of musical notes. It was truly uplifting, sending a wave of joyous energy forward.

Harry, however, felt something additional with the song, and knew at once what it meant. Fawkes had just bonded with him, forsaking his former bond. A dark cloud momentarily descended on him with the realization. They would face yet another monster in the future.

As Mazhe reached up and stroked the bird's feathers and the three of them celebrated the union, both young mages knew their battle was likely just beginning.

FINITE INCANTATUM

FINAL NOTES: This draws "Orb of Magnus" to a close. I felt it appropriate to end on an ominous note, though Harry and Mazhe end with a joyous occasion. Most definitely, their adventure is not over, but I felt it was best to draw this story to a close, since the primary plot arc has been brought to a close. However, with Dumbledore now replacing Voldemort in many ways, there is still loads to tell, and a whole new adventure already taking shape. Do remember, there is a second prophecy at work, hence the working title of the second chronicle: "The Second Prophecy".

I'd like to thank everyone for tagging along for the ride, putting the story in your favourite list, putting it in your follow list, and of course, all of you who have left comments and reviews. Though I write for primarily my own entertainment, it does warm the heart (and stroke the ego just a little) to know that others do enjoy what I share.

So, some final footnotes (just a few this time)...

(1) Puck's thievery and subsequent incarceration actually happens early in the second season of GLEE. I needed this to happen here, since I have a few ideas ongoing for the club, and for Puck, specifically. We'll see them all return for the second Chronicle. It's also ironic to note that, in season 5, Puck decides he wants to join the Air Force... so, perhaps he's getting what he wants, though a few years sooner ;-)

(2) Most of Maramal's dialogue here is verbatim from the game. (C) 2011, Bethesda/Zenimax.

(3) This, of course, is the main theme to Skyrim, (C) Jeremy Soule. I have the soundtrack, and it's truly epic.