Summary: He was betrayed by Society he fated to save and found his life screwed by prophecy. She was put in misery by goddess and yearned to be free. What'll happen if certain annoying dimensional-traveler puts plan intertwining their fate together? What will happen next? Let's find out!

Rate: MA 18+ (for some lime, gore, dark-theme and swearing)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Fate/Stay Night, and other anime/game's elements in this story aren't mine! Just shadap and read the story silently!

X— Headnote —X

Hey everyone. This is my first story in this site and I humbly present it to you.

I decide to write this story after I read Fate's Gamble and other Harry Potter/Fate-Stay Night story, and it gives me idea to write one. I have planned every plot for this story, and I cannot be sure this story will surpass 100k words or not, but I'll try my best. I just hope you still find this story adequate, in the end.

For the timeline in HP-universe, it's currently after the end of Triwizard Tournament.

About how I portray Harry in this story, at first he will seem out of character and more like Voldemort Well not entirely like Tom tough. He is just apathetic beyond believe. However, he will regain some element of old Harry after he accepted Medea in his live. So, I hope you can accept some Harry's out-of-character moment.

I think, it is enough headnote for this chapter.

Now, let's start the story…!

X— Story's Legend —X

"Normal words with double quote mark" — Character's talking.

'Normal words with quote mark' — Character's thinking.

Normal words with underline mark — Something important.

X— Prologue —X

Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg —the Wizard Marshal, Zelretch of the Jewel, Old Man of the Jewel, Kaleidoscope, Sorcerer of Second Magic, and One of Dead Apostle Ancestor— walked silently in the dank and dark corridor. His strides were full of confidence and purpose. There wasn't a hesitance could be found in his step. Not even the cold unforgiving dread coming from the vilest creature residing in that place could shake him.

This time around, Zelretch was in the Azkaban: The unbreakable prison of Wizarding World, in other reality that was not his.

'The unbreakable prison…' Zelretch scoffed at that.

Just how far the arrogance of the wizards and witches of Britain's Wizarding Community was? Then again, Britain's Wizarding Community in every verses was filled with bigots and inbreed morons, which slowly destroyed themselves with their ignorance and arrogance.

After some silent walk, Zelretch stopped as he arrive in his destination. He stood in front of steel door of the high-security jail Azkaban could offer.

The reason of his appearance in this particular world was in the cell, just behind the steel door.

Zelretch stared at the door which reinforced by Magic of this world. It was also locked with this world's brand of magic.

Zelretch rubbed his chin and made a thoughtful expression, thinking how to open the door that stopped him from the object of his current interest. He could just blast the door and get away with that, just as his usual style. He, however, decided against it. After all, where the fun he could reap if he did that?

After small moment of deliberation, Zelretch outstretched his glove-covered hand and opened his palm. A big key appeared on his palm. There wasn't a light or amazing effect from the usage of magic. The key appeared just like that.

The key was too big to be called a normal key though. Its height alone was half of Zelretch's height and the most interesting part of it was the key's head never stayed in one shape. The key's head was always moving like piece of Piano when a skillful pianist played with it. The body of the key shaped like a heart with intricate ornament. The key color was shining golden, glinting in the dark place Zelretch was in, as if it emitted light on its own.

Without word, Zelretch pushed the big key to the door. The key immediately sunk on the surface of the steel door, creating a ripple-effect as if the solid, hard surface of the door was a liquid, belittling the door true nature. Next, he twisted the key ninety degree to left and with resounding click, the heavy steel door was opened, as if it was never been locked in the first place. Zelretch gave nod of satisfaction at that. The key itself just disappeared, going back to where it came from before Zelretch summoned it.

Zelretch pushed the door widely and he immediately saw a small dark room. His nose smelled horrid, putrid stench from the room, yet it wasn't bothering him. The atmosphere in the room was damp and gloomy. There was Dementor's presence lingered around the room.

The room itself was very small, only two meter square and three meter in height. There was nothing in here except the cold hard-stone floor and wall and ceiling. He couldn't find a mattress or something for the prisoner in this gloomy room.

In front of him, Zelretch saw the one he intended to find, a teenager with untamed black hair. Said teenager was clothed only with rags and Zelretch could see the boy was very thin and malnourished.

The boy sat alone while hugging a dead, snow-white owl, in his embrace. The horrid, putrid stench Zelretch smelled was come from the dead avian.

Zelretch frowned as he saw the teen condition. He hoped he wasn't too late. He didn't want to search the boy's counterpart with similar trait this boy possessed. It would cut his time for his other more important matter.

After he finished checking the body, he finally said albeit with hint of wariness, "My boy, are you still sane?"

"Who…who a-are yo-you?" Zelretch sighed in relief when he heard the boy's stuttering reply.

The boy raised his head from its bowing position. Dirty and bloodied face, with pair of broken glasses, faced Zelretch back. Even in his bad state, his deep green eyes were still shining with intensity. Unfortunately, the intensity of those eyes wasn't full of life, wonder, naivety and innocence those eyes formerly have before the boy was thrown wrongfully in this place. This time, those emerald-colored eyes were filled with despair, anger, and resignation. Well, at last, they still shone with intensity, Zelretch reasoned.

'At least, I'm not TOO late', mused Zelretch in relief. "Well, you can say I'm someone who will help you get out from this hell hole." Zelretch spoke jovially.

"What's the catch?" The boy's reply came fast and hint of wariness could be found.

"Hmmmm? Good, you're not immediately jumping at horse gift in the mouth from a stranger. Moreover if the stranger is me of all people." Zelretch respected at the boy's sense of wariness. He grinned at the boy, showing his longer than natural canine.

"…Because you're vampire?" The Boy asked blankly. He seemed detached from the world… oh, who was he joking? After what happened to him, it was miracle the boy not turning insane yet.

"Oh… No… People said my sense of humor is a little bit out of hand." Zelretch stated happily. Well, it was clearly an understatement to say that.

"Huh?" The boy was confused by that.

"As much I want to chat with you, I have something important to ask you." Zelretch said with serious tone. The boy's face showed curiosity showed curiosity for small moment, before it was back to flat expression. The Sorcerer of Second True Magic decided it was a good time to go to the point. "To be honest, I need you because you're different from your other counterparts. You're the Only Harry Potter that is wrongfully convicted into Azkaban because the fool of Minister of Magic is afraid to acknowledge Tom Riddle's resurrection after the end of Triwizard Tournament, and yet you're not fallen to temptation of vengeance."

The boy —who's now known as Harry Potter— raised his eyebrow slightly. Before he could ask what Zelretch meant by that, the Wizard Marshal stopped Harry by raising his right hand. Then, Zelretch continued. "I know you're currently confused from what I have told you a little moment ago. Don't worry. I'll tell everything what you need to know… if you accept my term first and leave this place with me."

Harry's expression shifted into impatient. He then said, "Just tell me already what your term is. I don't want to live longer in this place."

Zelretch raised his eyebrow at that one. Nonetheless, he obliged, "First, I want to make you my apprentice."

"You want to turn me into vampire?" Harry asked warily.

Zelretch shook his head and answered, "No, no, you can stay as human as long as you want. Becoming my apprentice doesn't mean to be a vampire, you know! By the way, I'm not fully vampire. Heck, I don't even understand what I am."

Pair of red eyes shone with mirth while green eyes were searching for something in those inhuman red-eyes. They were engaged in staring contest for few minutes.

"So, what do you truly want me to do?" Harry asked.

Deciding to be blunt, Zelretch answered honestly, "I need your help to save another world."

Harry stared at Zelretch blankly. The boy tried to comprehend what Zelretch meant by that. Fortunately, The Sorcerer of Second Magic elaborated further. "There're limitless world beside the world you are in. In other world, you're not imprisoned when you told Tom Riddle's resurrection to your Minister of Magic. However, the reality I need your help for is not of your universe. It is an alternate reality of my universe, where certain important element is absent and I need your help to stop great catastrophe from occurring in that world."

"Saving the world? Why me?" Harry breathed out incredulously.

"You have potential. Massive potential that's Albus Dumbledore wasted away because his naivety and plan to mold you into a perfect martyr for Wizarding world." Zelretch answered.

"My destiny? Perfect Martyr? What do you mean?" Harry demanded forcefully. Glints of curiosity and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Zelretch's grin widened considerably. "Before you were born, around the time of Tom Riddle's first reign, Albus Dumbledore heard a prophecy. Yes, a prophecy and the true one. Generally it stated about you must kill Voldemort or be killed by him. I know it doesn't point at you yet. It could be Neville Longbottom as we care. However, why I used a word 'yet', because later Tom attacked your parents as he deemed you were the child. After all, both of you are a Half-Blood. You've survived his attack, but you've been marked as Dark Lord's equal and he's hell-bent to kill you because of it. I know it is suck, being toyed by higher power and all. However, it is just where everything is started…" Zelretch trailed dramatically. "There is where Albus Dumbledore decided to meddle with something he shouldn't in the first place."

Harry took a deep inhale as he saw how grave Zelretch sounded. The Kaleidoscope then continued, "Albus Dumbledore isn't a bad person. To be frank, he's too naïve, idealistic and manipulative for his own good. When he found out you're the child mentioned by prophecy he turned to be paranoid for your safety. He was glad your mother sacrifice lingered on you. You see Harry, it was a dark time; death was daily occurrence in Britain's Wizarding Society and it was because madman called Lord Voldemort. And Albus… he was wary, tired and too old for that shit. When an easy way to end that carnage appeared, he immediately clung desperately at it. You were like a light in the abyss that gives hope. Unfortunately, he found out the piece of soul belonged to Tom in your scar. He immediately changed his plan. At first, he planned to train you by himself. After he found out about the piece of Tom's soul, however, he decided you must die for Greater Good."

Harry felt something cracked inside of him, but he kept mask of indifference. "Why is he sure I must die?" He asked.

"Hocruxes... In a plural term." Zelretch answered easily.

"A what?"

Zelretch sighed when he saw Harry blank confused expression. He elaborated, "Hocrux, soul jar, soul container. Whatever you prefer it as. It was a soul magic that anchors your existence in a living world. It's how Tom stays alive as a shade for decade. And he'd made eight so far, the latest is his familiar snake, Nagini, and you're an accidentally created Hocrux."

"Then... Why doesn't Dumbledore kill me already?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"As I said. Albus is too naïve, and idealistic. He thought you must have at least good childhood before—" a bark of harsh laugh had cut Zelretch's speech. The laugh itself sounded hollow. The laugh came from the young, miserable prisoner.

"A good childhood?" Harry questioned mockingly, "Unfortunately, my childhood was anything but pleasant!"

"So it seems. Like I said, he's too naïve and idealistic. He believed your aunt and her family would take care of you, disregarding Minerva McGonagall's warning about how bad your relatives were. His naivety blinded him from the truth and left you alone with a single letter telling about your parents' death and the blood ward that protected you from Voldemort." Zelretch exclaimed with annoyed tone.

Harry stared at Zelretch blankly. To be honest, it slightly unnerved the Kaleidoscope. "He just left me like that as a baby with a letter?" The Boy-Who-Lived asked with flat tone.

"Well... Yes." Zelretch replied, feeling unsure to what he should say at that.

Harry's body slumped on the cold floor, as if the string of life had been cut from him ruthlessly. Zelretch stared the young wizard with hint of sympathy of pity.

"Just take me and make me your apprentice."

Zelretch blinked owlishly, startled by Harry's sudden exclamation. "Excuse me?" Zelretch asked. He watched the Boy-who-had-been-betrayed contemplatively and saw the boy looked at him in resignation.

"Just take me! You said you won't kill me and turn me into vampire right? Or, were you lying before?"

"Huh? Why I lied to you? I get nothing from lying to you." Zelretch replied with an indignant huff.

"Then take me from this place, from Wizarding world, to wherever you come from!"

"Are you sure? What about your friends?" the old vampire tried to deter the young wizard, testing the boy's resolve.

Harry seemed to be hesitated for split second, before schooling his face. "There is nothing left for me. What is the meaning to have friend if you will die anyway? I rather live alone. Hell, I even don't care to live anymore. Hedwig is dead. Sirius is dead too. I know about it because the Auror guard told me. I'm also Voldemort's Hocrux right? Whenever I go, as long I'm in this world, he will find me and in the end I will die, not like I care, but I don't think my parents and Sirius will approve my cowardice choice. I just feel tired to live in this wretched place. So, bring me with you!"

Zelretch guffawed at that. He wanted to tell Harry he could life without Tom's soul lodging in the boy's scar. However, Zeretch had decided to keep it as trump card if Harry was against him in this negotiation. However, it seemed it wasn't necessary anymore. He would tell Harry about it later before he banished that stray piece of soul for good.

"Well then," Zelretch outstretched his hand in inviting manner, "Take my hand if you really want to go." Zelretch stated seriously.

Harry took Zelretch's hand with his free hand, as his other hand was still hugging his owl's carcass, without hesitation.

At blink of an eye, they vanished from the cell room where Harry James Potter-Black resided just second ago.

The Britain's Wizarding Community would be in massive outrage when they found out about the disappearance of The Boy-Who-Has-Been-Betrayed... by tomorrow.

X— Second Prologue —X

Albus Dumbledore was deep in thought.

The century old headmaster was working his mind to find a way to help one of his students, who was wrongfully been imprisoned in Azkaban. The fact that said student was Harry Potter; The Boy-Who-Lived made it more important.

He had sworn to protect his students and steer the offspring of dark wizards and witches from their parents' wrong path. Hence his leniency to some children of Death Eater suspects. Unfortunately, Albus was currently not only a Headmaster, but also a leader of various Wizarding Organizations, as well his secret little group; the Order of the Phoenix. He found out how heavy the burden as Leader of Light in the dark time such as now.

Albus believed to what Harry Potter told everyone in the end of Triwizard tournament; about the resurrection of Lord Voldemort. After all, he had found many clues about Voldemort survival after the infant Harry Potter had blown Dark Lord's body decade and half ago. Unfortunately, it was only speculation and Albus was afraid to jump into conclusion. Now, he was sure about it and he was trying to find a way to help Harry Potter out of Wizarding Prison, legally of course.

Albus recalled how the innocent and traumatized boy was thrown into the most dreadful place in Britain's Wizarding Society. It happened after the Fourth champion and the winner of Triwizard tournament had appeared back hour after he and Cedric Diggory —the true Hogwart's Champion— disappeared when they touched the Goblet together. The problem was, Harry appeared back with Cedric's dead body.

The staff of Hogwart and some peoples from Ministry of Magic immediately helped him to the infirmary. In there, he'd told everyone Voldemort was back with a ritual and killed Cedric Diggory. Unfortunately, Cornelius Fudge; the current Minister of Magic, was a coward and fool. To protect his position as minister, Cornelius had decided to put the innocent boy in Azkaban.

Albus knew Cornelius was... not the most powerful wand in the Olivander's shop. His only prime suspect was Lucius Malfoy. Albus, however, didn't throw away the piece of Cornelius as prime suspect. After all, he understood how dangerous someone who was desperate. The fact that Cornelius was also foolish and corrupt made it more terrifying.

It was shocking when Albus found Harry had been summoned in front entire Wizengamot councils, without his knowledge, a week ago.

The reason... Apparently Cornelius Fudge accused the Boy-Who-Lived as murderer of Cedric Diggory.

Albus, and everyone, knew it was load of crap and empty accusation. The Triwizard tournament was known as lethal competition. Death was only natural in it. However, Ministry of Magic still interrogated Harry... with Veritaserum nonetheless.

What cemented Harry's status as convict was when he told about his relationship with Sirius Black and how he helped Sirius ran away in his third year. The interrogation session itself was one sided with everything painted Harry in the black. Not even once Cornelius and his horrid undersecretary in pink cardigan asked about Sirius's innocence in the five minutes session.

In the end, Harry was shackled to Azkaban and Sirius being hunted after Black's animagus status came to the light. Harry Potter had been declared as criminal for helping a dangerous convict and high treason to Ministry of Magic. Harry had gotten a 50 years sentence in Azkaban.

The problem, unfortunately, didn't just stop at that.

When Harry heard the injustice that brought upon him, he let out a violent teenage tantrum and wounded two Aurors by head-butting, kicking and biting them. In the end, the Boy-Who-Lived had been sentenced a life sentence in Azkaban, as the judge believed Harry was mentally unstable and danger to the society.

Albus let out a tired sigh. His old and brittle body sagged on his chair as he remembered what happened next.

Three days after Harry imprisonment, Sirius —with his foolish Gryfindorish attitude— tried to get Harry out of Azkaban. Unfortunately, instead of helping his godson, Sirius had gotten a Dementor's kiss because his carelessness.

Albus didn't know if Harry had heard about it or not. If he had heard it, Albus couldn't imagine how miserable the poor boy was—which was unknown by Albus Harry had known about it.

The headmaster's age seemed doubled when he thought everything happened in span of single week.

He felt old and weary.

With a deep suffering sigh, Albus took a quick peek at the pile of parchments on top of his desk. Those parchments filled with many plans and everything that would help Harry's freedom, legally of course. Unfortunately, no one in Albus' favor. What left for Albus illegally busting Harry out of Azkaban illegally.

It was something that Albus felt wary to do because the repercussions and backlash that would follow it.

Lone tear dropped from his left eye, drenched his wrinkled cheek. Albus couldn't help but think how hard the young boy life was. Harry was destined to die to end Tom Riddle's existence for good. It was Albus' naïve hope the young boy would have good childhood, before he would sacrifice himself as a martyr for Wizarding world. However, so far as it goes, it only led to something that made the boy's life became more miserable than before.

Albus didn't even know Harry Potter had never gotten a good childhood. Albus' confidence to the Dursley as Harry's last blood-relative and the incompetence Squib named Arbella Figg was massive blunder on the headmaster's part.

He wiped his tear and steeled his mind; 'I will help Harry gets out of Azkaban tomorrow,'he thought.

At least, Albus could give the unfortunate boy some good live outside of Azkaban, before his sacrifice for greater good.

Suddenly, Albus bolted up from his chair, as if he was struck by lightning, when many of his trinkets that showed Harry's health, magic and mind status ceased to function.

Dread filled Albus' heart.

There was only one reason why his trinket had stopped and it was when Harry Potter officially was dead.

Albus immediately went to fireplace in his office, grabbing some floo powders, and threw the glittering green powders to the fire place. Albus destination was clear as he shouted: "Number 12 Grimmauld Palace".

He wanted to check if Harry's okay and Albus needed his order first before that.

X— Chapter 01 —X

Three years have passed since Zelretch had saved Harry from Azkaban. If someone thought Harry had been grateful to the old man, they would get a harsh wake up call for sure.

Harry was not been grateful to the old bastard at all. Instead, he, sometime, felt impotent anger to the Old Man of Jewel, even he had become an apathetic young man after what'd happened to him; Thrown into unknown reality and found your life always on stake, was enough reason to feel anger. Zelretch's eccentrics was another fuel for his blazing anger.

That moment, Harry felt another impotent rage, of which appeared whenever Zelretch had done something stupid and he was the one who became the victim of the old bastard's stupidity. The reason of his mood was; Zelretch had dumped him in some alternate universe, again. Actually, dumped in unknown dimension was not what made he feel anger.

No, of course not! In past three years, Zelretch had dumped him in multiple dimension. He had many absurd and awkward experience in those realities. However, it didn't lessen his anger when that vampire had sent him to some messed up worlds, again!

He was in world filled with female-crossbred creature that always felt horny. And, no, he was not being a bigot to other sapient creature! It was just the crossbred females —called Pokégirl— had attempted to rape him many times in past few days.

He didn't have good sleep because of it. He couldn't even concentrate to subject of his study too!

At least, Harry gained some fighting experience from his current Field Study…

—'Field study my ass!' Harry thought in muted anger as he kept running deeper in the forest.

Harry had never thought a place that the old bastard branded as a dream-world of every male in the multiverses would be like this. He wasn't a pervert and clearly he was very different from normal males. As apathetic as he was, Harry had healthy amounts of respect for female beauty, but he was NOT a closet pervert as that old bastard believed him to be!

Speaking of his predicament, Harry decided it was on top of his Most-sucked Field Study after he had become Zelretch's apprentice. In here he believed he wouldn't meet a horny monster girl after his Field Study in THAT dimension. Yet, again, he had been proven to be wrong!

"There you're!" Harry was alerted by female's shout. That shout filled with unrestrained lust and carnal desire. It was sounded bestial too.

'Ah… Shit,' Harry thought sourly. His outward appearance seemed to be calm and his face was flat as ever, yet inside was another story. He looked at his pursuers and saw mobs of different creatures—Pokégirls— were hot on his trail.

'How can they band together to catch me in the first place?' He thought incredulously as he saw them.

It immediately hit him. It was after they fought for who would own him and he had slipped pass them in silent. Unfortunately, one Pokégirl found out he was slipped away and was a smartass she was, she gave out an idea to work together to catch him first before fighting to find out who would own him for herself.

Not even Monster Girl fiasco as sucked as this one! At least, that time, Harry had a half-human/half-angel hybrid, young warrior, named Luka helping him.

Harry silently assessed his situation.

Dozen sex-craved immoral Pokégirls in various shape —there was a mix between feline and human, avian and human, plant and human, snake and human, and more kind of crossbreed— stood in front of him. They seemed ready to pounce at him.

'Hagrid will love this world. I'm sure of it', He thought with very dry humor as he remembered certain gentle half giant from his home dimension. Again, his face betrayed nothing.

There was nothing to help him out of this mess, except fighting them head on. 'It seems I shall fight this time, what a bother…' Harry drawled silently. Well, yes, he had become lazy for some time in past three years, but the reason was for another time.

—He didn't even bat an eyelash to that morbid plan.

How funny it sounded to be. His old self, at least before his injustice, would feel sick when he thought about murdering a living being, much more when they were humanoid as these creature.

He killed Quirrel at his first year, true enough, but it couldn't be counted as a kill. That baldy, stuttering, idiot was dead since he accepted being Moldyshort's —Harry couldn't think more degrading name for the bane of his existence, and latched on that one— vessel.

After three years he'd lived with Zelretch and was taught to be a Magus, added with pressure of constant death threats whenever Zelretch had thrown him to some Field Study, Harry had turned into an apathetic person. He just didn't care anymore. What mattered to him was he stays alive.

What he could have done? Every so-called Field Study was nothing less than a bloody, meaningless, adventure with his life on the stake. 'Ok!' He pulled that last statement back. 'All of those trips were not meaningless. At least, I got something from all of those fucked up situation, besides surviving.'

Harry blinked when he felt sudden change in atmosphere. He watched the mobs of Pokégirls shifting nervously by the ominous presence filling the air. His instinct told him something dangerous was getting closer.

—suddenly, an ear-splitting scream rang in his ears and he turned his head at the source.

Harry watched in morbid fascination as a twisted woman/spider-hybrid chewed a poor, rabbit/human-hybrid, Pokégirl, who gurgled out white foams and red blood from her mouth, as her body mutated in some sick and gruesome way.

"OH SHIT! IT IS WIDOW! RUN AWAY FOR YOUR LIFE GIRLS!" A woman/cat hybrid screamed on top of her lungs and ran away as fast as she could. The others immediately followed her example and ran away as fast as they could, leaving Harry with the arachnoid menace alone.

Harry who had been left with the eldritch abomination, in the shape of centauric arachnoid woman, could only stare blankly at the nightmare given form. Likewise, the monster stared back and him and ignored her already dead prey. Inwardly, he lamented his Potter-Luck. 'Oh… why should I care?' He thought resignedly. He didn't care anymore with every cluster fuck which was his live.

From the reaction of those mobs, Harry understood this one was very, very dangerous.

The monster —Widow, or it was called as— suddenly vanished from his vision in burst of pure speed. 'Fast', Harry mused, mildly surprised. Before he could find its whereabouts, he felt his stomach was skewered by something sturdy and sharp. There was a dangerous toxin tried to enter his body too.

Harry mechanically rotated his head to look on his back, just like an owl, and saw the eldritch abomination was watching him with its manic look and short of confusion as he didn't effected by its toxic yet. Unfortunately, for the monster, Harry's sense of death was different than normal being because his special condition.

As the arachnoid menace tried further to inject its poison in his body, Harry didn't let the abomination with its plan.

He imagined a flash of green and woman's scream—The night of his mother's death; a self-hypnosis to enact his mystery. His Magical Energy suddenly thrummed from his Magic Core.

He'd found out the differences between Magic Core and Magus' normal Magic Circuits. And saying it was small was understatement of century. The differences were like heaven and earth. Whilst Magic Circuits converted Magus' life force —or Od, as it was called— to Prana, Magic Core was creating Prana like a factory. He didn't need to convert his life force or feel the pain or numbness Magus usually felt when they wanted to use Magic.

Harry then thought about a force that can banish everything, and outstretched his right palm on front of the menace's naked breasts. He took a considerable amount of Prana from his Magic Core, and channeled the accumulated Prana to his will.

What happened next was a zap of purple lightning slamming the abomination's chest.

The purple lightning bolt came out from Harry's outstretched palm and the monster was thrown dozen feet away from him.

Its massive body had broken multiple thick trees until her body stayed unmoving on the ground.

Harry moved closer at it. Next, he imagined force that can cut everything. Without a word, he swept his outstretched hand and red-colored lightning bolt soared to the abomination. It was Cutting Charm: Sectumsempra, Severus Snape's creation.

He continued on what he had done for multiple time, cutting the downed abomination, as he continued getting closer at it.

It was cruel.

It was brutal.

It was ruthless.

However, he did not care.

The abomination had decided to attack him, and he retaliated in his own way. He wouldn't brutally torture it if it didn't plan the same to him. He just repaid back what it had done, or yet to be done.

Harry stopped in front of Widow's mutilated body. He didn't event twitch when he saw the disfigured, gruesome body of the spider-woman because of his brutality. To be honest, He was glad it was now not alive and trying to inject its dangerous venom in him anymore. To him, it was very annoying, and he didn't like something so annoying.

As stared at his healed stomach, his mind flashed at his special condition; his status as immortal.

At first, Harry was apprehensive with his status as High Planar Being. He'd become immortal, something that Tom Riddle and some crazy individual —he'd misfortune to face in some of his Field Study of which cut his slacking time— could only dream of.

He'd found out about his new status as immortal in his twenty-fourth Field Study, just about two years and four months ago, when Zelretch had dumped him in post-apocalyptic world filled with vampires, white-colored monsters, and humans armed with weapon that housed a demon within it.

Harry reminded his experience in that particular world.

The feeling of hopelessness, as if he was no more than a worthless, insignificant worm. He hated every second of it.

When Harry appeared in that world, the first thing catching his attention was a tsunami of salt—yes, you read right everyone! A freaking tsunami of salt that turned the living into a salt statue before crumbling away, killing everyone in blink of an eye.

Harry was horrified, when he found out he had become a ghost, albeit poltergeist like a certain ghost in his former school. He hazily understood, that time, he was slightly different than normal ghost he'd met in Hogwart. True, he was slightly intangible, but he didn't look like monochromatic smoke, just as ghosts in Hogwart.

He should've felt something odd that time. However, everything that happened around him just freaked his mind out.

That time, Harry's field experience wasn't as good as he was this time. So, when he saw an eldritch monstrosity that made him feel sick just by its presence alone, and a black haired boy possessed by something that was as bad as the eldritch monstrosity and actually was the origin of the salt tsunami, he knew he was outmatched by unreachable gap.

To put it simply, their presence was absurd.

Those things' presence reminded him of someone he had unfortunately met when Zelretch tried to be a matchmaker. The old bastard tried to match-making him and his granddaughter; The White Princess, Archetype-Earth; Arcueid Brunestud, off all woman in the world.

So, what Harry did when he found himself turned into a poltergeist was running away like a little bitch.

It wasn't his brightest moment, to be honest. It still ashamed him whenever Zelretch brought it up just to make fun of him.

After that, he tried to stay away from being turned as a rat-lab by human-in-black and vampire-in-white.

Thankfully, Zelretch had taken him back from that world after two weeks of running away and hiding. Harry was close to breaking point when that old bastard actually had sent him to wrong world. The old bastard said that world was too much for him that time. What made Harry nearly exploded was the old bloodsucker didn't apologize, instead Zelretch cackled gleefully at his face for welcoming surprise he brought back with him.

Later, Harry found out from Zelretch that what happened to him was the effect of Third Magic: Heaven's Feel was activating. Thankfully, Harry had known some intensive data about soul and Heaven's Feel was Magic revolved around soul. From the amassed knowledge Harry had gained under Zelretch's damned tutelage about soul;

The soul contains the memories, mind, and magic circuits —or Magic Core for wizard and witches from his home dimension and other being with Magic Core— of a person, and it uses the person's body as an anchor to the world to keep from being dispersed and returning to Akasha, After Life, Purgatory, Pure World, Underworld, Makai, Hell, Heaven, or whatever the fuck of name a place where soul finished its contract as living being.

Once the brain and body are destroyed, it is impossible to restore a person's dispersed soul. Even if a magical manages to place their soul into a new body, it will either be an inferior copy compared to the original —as in the case of Michael Roa Valdamjong, someone Arcueid hunted when she was awake, and Voldemort in the end of Triwizard Tournament— or the soul itself will eventually begin to rot.

It was true in some dimension, where Gaia's or higher being's influence was lesser, the soul could stay in the world of living, but, of course, with some certain limitations. For example is his home dimension —mostly Hogwart as he knew about that place and the ghost in that castle—, where the soul could survive in place where Magic, Mana, or Nature Energy was high enough and could maintain their 'Anchor' in the living world.

Many would curious on why Harry studied about soul. Well, his reasons to study the forbidden subject, involving a soul, to depth, were:

First, because his interest when he found out about piece of Voldemort's soul that lodged in his scar, before Zelretch extracted that annoying lodger away. It was true he lost his Parseltongue ability, but he didn't miss it, because it was cheap price to be freed from Voldemort's taint.

Second, because he remembered souls of his parents and newly-death Cedric in his confrontation against resurrected Tom Riddle. He was curious about that subject. As powerful as he was, he was still young and inexperienced.

Third, because he remembered Hogwart's ghosts.

Four, because his fascination of Heroic Spirit, of which was important, as Zelretch's true reason for breaking him out of Azkaban and took him as apprentice tied with the Fifth Grail War.

Fifth, because his origin is Soul. He found out his origin is Soul and his element is Death—Harry understood it was not normal, but he was not too surprised by it. So far his life was not normal to begin with—.

For Harry, those were enough reason to study something that Ministry of Magic in his home dimension banned strongly, as they considered it as dark. Bloody idiot they were!

The information Harry knew about Third Magic itself, or it was affectionately called as Heaven's Feel, were:

Heaven's Feel is a miracle that allows for the materialization of the soul, which stops the inevitable dispersion of the soul once it no longer has an anchor to the world where Gaia's or Higher Being's influence is high, and essentially makes it transcend to a higher form of existence.

It is a magic that realizes true immortality by making the soul into a high-dimensional planar being capable of interacting with the material world as a mental body without having to return to Akasha, After Life, etcetera-etcetera.

The practitioner will acquire an unlimited source of magical energy due to the soul becoming analogous to a 'perpetual motion machine', that can do work indefinitely without an energy source, which simply too absurd to comprehend.

When Harry found about that, at first, he was afraid of his new found power—who wouldn't? Just think about unlimited energy in your disposal without control! It would freak everyone, even someone in Zelretch's caliber. The most harmless effect was you would find yourself stopped to be active. The worst was exploded, bringing multiple realities, or the most horrifying way Harry could imagine, entire creation.

Thankfully, from limitless energy in his ever-replenishing reserve, Harry could only draw Prana as long as his stamina could hold on the burden. Around this time, Harry stamina could hold up the amounts of three times of maximum capacity of the Greater Grail. Unfortunately, Harry still needed taking small break for at least fifteen minutes after he used that absurd amounts. However, the scary aspect was still in here. The amounts of three Greater Grails' Prana…

No wonder the director of Clock Tower; Barthomeloi Lorelei was scared shitless and couldn't even kill the Sorcerer of True Magic in a dream. Harry could agree with the stuck up bitch about the concept of True Magic was just beyond mortal's comprehension. Even Zelretch was still very far-far away from truly mastering Second Magic.

In the end, Harry just followed the old bloodsucker's advice, when he was uncomfortable with his newfound power: 'Just go with the flow~'. For an ancient bastard, sometime Zelretch could be a wise… a wise bastard he was!

True Magic... Heh, it looks like he chewed something more than he could chew of.

Creating anything up to one's imagination without limitations.

Operating the unlimited realities.

Limitless supply of energy.

Toying with Time.

Truly... Five True Magic were aspect of Almighty Creator Himself.

To think a twisted mortal wields it gave you never ending fear in your psyche.

Harry looked at the clear blue sky for brief moment. Then, he stared down at his "spoil of war" and sighed loudly. It was mess. He wanted to leave it alone. However, as Magus, he wanted to study it. Maybe, he could do something with it? Call it his hunch. Beside, that thing clearly had a nasty venom that made Basilisk's venom looks merciful. Well, Basilisk's venom destroyed you for sure, however, this venom mutated your body horribly before killing you slowly. An immediate death was more merciful than being injected with this creature's venom.

With utter laziness, Harry dried the Widow from its venom and contained that dangerous venom in special unbreakable container he'd conjured. Harry then shrunk Widow's mutilated body and stuffed it in special, unbreakable, liquid-proof briefcase.

"Now, to find nearby human settlement to bunk in. The problem is; when that old man will pick me up from this world?" Harry murmured with bland tone.

Sometime, Zelretch would pick him a week after start of his Field Study, or in month the longest, if the vampire forgot, or in the middle of something the old bastard's deemed as fun. However, Zelretch had never left Harry in unknown world more than thirty days so far, in which Harry was thankful to his crazy Mentor.

Harry hoped that senile old man would take him soon. Zelretch was just too immature, chaotic, and irresponsible, making it hard for Harry to trust him.

Harry wondered silently, if he could ever trust someone again...

For now, he can only watch and wait what future will give him…

X— To Be Continued —X

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