"To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible."St. Thomas Aquinas- Muggle Theologian silenced by Tzeentch in 1274

By the Gods, this was a cult? Six old witches and wizards did not equal a cult. They didn't even have the decency to have eight members! The guide had spoken of the unshakable faith of the cult and how they had even made a strike against Voldermort. By the Gods, at least Sarr'Kell tried to wrap his lies in a veneer of truth! Harry had not killed a human being before, but he was strongly considering it. Oh, he had routinely dreamed of sacrificing his oppressors to the Gods. He hadn't acted on any of his impulses. The risk of being transferred to an orphanage and a communal living space partially outweighed the gains in the short term.

But here… He could probably kill all of them and no one would notice. Harry's internal monologue was dripping with bravado. Could he really kill?

"Welcome, Everchosen!" The Patriarch of the 'cult' shouted. Harry may be a small child, but by the Gods these were incompetents.

The center of the grubby Cult 'complex' was an altar. Harry noticed that a wand, a black owl in a cage and a scrolls. He was sure that his school supplies were accounted for and that this would be his only stop.

Harry grinned as he noticed a familiar rune above a pit. The Patriarch walked beside Harry.

"We have not translated this lettering around the fire pit. You have been tutored by a Daemon of the Warp, can you translate it?"

An offering is not a sacrifice unless something of value is given.

Harry realized what it was asking. The Gods had been guiding him to this point. He was being tested. The child's, for he was still a child despite his dark path, mouth went dry. The patriarch noticed uncontrollable shaking wracking the Chosen of the Gods.

"Is something wrong?"

A trembling finger pointed to the altar. "I… I need that knife."

The old man hobbled to the altar and returned to Harry. The boy took the gilded knife and willed himself not to vomit. "Do you serve the Dark Gods completely?"

The Patriarch nodded vigorously. "Of course!"

Tears threatened to spill from Harry's eyes. The cackles of Daemons raped young Harry Potter's sanity. "Kneel."

The old man strained to hear Harry. After the Boy Who Lived repeated himself, the bald wizard flopped to the ground. A great wail escaped from the cult as Harry plunged the knife into the former cult leader's skull. Harry couldn't bring himself to look the corpse in the eye as it fell into the fire pit. Harry wept as he realized the enormity of the lesson the Gods had just taught him. Even though the pit had been unlit for days, a great pall of smoke filled the Chamber.

"Well done, my mortal student. I am truly amused by your actions."

Hagrid emerged from Grignotts and nodded to the Goblins guarding the entrance to the bank. The giant of a man had completed the task Dumbldore and was searching the bustling streets of Diagon Alley. The giant smiled warmly as he thought of the boy. He knew that Lily and James' boy would have great potential. Hogwart's Groundkeeper was thrilled that he was taking after them so much.

It truly warmed his heart.

The boy was sitting on a bench drinking a glass of water as if he had been trapped in a desert.

"Harry, got everything?"

The Potter heir nodded and took a deep breath. "I have everything."

Hagrid knew something was wrong and sat down beside the boy. "You all right 'Arry?"

"I guess everything just caught up with me all of a sudden."

The giant shrugged his shoulders. "It has been a crazy couplea days."

"You have no idea." Harry wiped his mouth and was thankful he was back to only having one. Hagrid patted the Potter on the back. It was the single most human gesture any living person had made toward Harry. The fallen Boy Who Lived struggled and used every subtle art at his disposal not to cry. If he cried, he would confess everything and the Great Work would be undone.

There could be no comfort for Harry. He had cast his lot with the Gods of the Warp. Secretly, he was thankful Hagrid was so trusting and honest. The unconditional human acceptance was a gift.

"Come on. Now thatcha 'ave yer materials, we need to stop by Grignotts and getcha tuition withdrawn."

"Ok, you said Grignotts is protected by Goblins?"

"Aye. One of the reasons you'd have to be mad to try to rob the place."

Harry followed to the greatest bank in Wizarding Britain. There were several Goblin Guards outside of the enormous stone structure. Harry noticed they eyed him warily and he nearly panicked. Could they sense the blessings of the Gods?

"Don't worry 'Arry. They look at everyone like that."

A Goblin wearing a suit greeted them the second the pair entered the lobby. "Ah, Mr. Potter! It is truly a pleasure to welcome you to our bank. Hagrid has informed us that you would be stopping by today. If you would come with me, we may begin discussing your financial situation."

Whatever preconceptions of Goblins Harry had were completely shattered by the efficient, well oiled machine of Gringotts. The Suit led the pair into an opulent and well furnished office. Harry took an offered seat and practically melted into the supple leather chair.

I have to steal this chair. Slaanesh demands it.

"I don't believe I know your name, sir." Harry said politely. The Chaos Mage wasn't sure how non-humans would react to Warp manipulation so he avoided it.

"Graknog. Mr. Potter, before I can divulge your financial information, I need to confirm your identity. If you would present your left index finger."

Harry was nervous but complied. The Goblin pricked his finger with a crystal and it whirled and changed color. There was a moment where Harry saw the eight pointed star.

"Thank you Mr. Potter, you identity is confirmed. Would you like a bandaid for your wound?"

"No thank you, I will let it heal naturally." The Goblin shrugged his shoulder. There was absolutely no way Harry was going to heal his wound prematurely. Every drop of blood was an offering to Khorne. The Soul Eater despised magic and Harry struggled to divert Rage Incarnate's ire from him.

"Very well. Mr. Potter, you have quite the substantial amount of money. I believe it is in the neighborhood of nine and a half million galleons. As you are only eleven, the nature of the account prevents any withdrawal that is not for tuition, room and board or health related emergencies. I can withdraw you Hogwarts tuition now if you would like."

The young man nodded. "I would like that. Hagrid and I want to get me settled into Hogwarts as soon as possible."

"A noble sentiment, Mr. Potter. I will handle it immediately."

Harry watched the Goblin launch himself into his work. The banker was a true professional. The young human could tell that the record keeping of the bank was meticulous. There was little doubt that if Harry took a single Knut, the Goblins would know before Harry pocketed it.

I'm going to have to recruit these Goblins for the Cult. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. The Chaos Cult was truly pathetic. It was mostly old men and women. And now Harry was in charge. Hogwarts would hopefully provide fertile ground to increase the ranks of the faithful. If not, Harry might just have to sacrifice himself and summon a massive horde of Daemons to destroy the world. Sarr'kell had called that 'Plan C'. Harry had been horrified to learn that the Gods had over twenty six thousand plans that involved Harry's death.

It horrified him, but if the Gods demanded Harry's life he would gladly give it.

Eventually, Graknog returned with a sealed scroll. "Here you are, Mr. Potter. This is your Hogwarts tuition. I wish you success and wealth during your First Year."

Graknog extended his hand and Harry shook it without hesitation. "Thank you Graknog, sir. May your coffers overflow."

The Goblin looked absolutely giddy and escorted Hagrid and Harry through the bank. The Boy Who Lived soaked up the adulation. The wonder of being acknowledged never ceased to intoxicate him. Truly, this was the greatest of the Gods' many generous gifts.

The Potter child and the Keeper of the Keys spent some time eating at a small café. The pair traded stories about their hopes and dreams. Hagrid was content in his position in life. He loved caring for Hogwarts and idolized Professor Dumbledore. It would take a great deal to convert Hagrid, but Harry would try. The young child really enjoyed the giant's company. Harry revealed that his dream was to have a family that cared. The boy didn't mention his other great dream was drowning the world in the raw stuff of the Warp to create an eternal world of change and flux. No one would be as alone as Harry ever in this new Paradise. Man would walk beside daemon under the constant gaze of the Gods. Strife would be constant and the dangers of stagnation would be avoided.

One day, Hagrid would accept this vision as his own.

"Well, 'Arry. It's time to get you to Platform 9 ¾!"

Harry chewed the last bit of his sandwich. "Nine and Three Quarters?"

"Aye, it's where the train ta Hogwarts comes in. Lovely ride."

London's train station was incredibly busy. Harry had his Warp senses expanded so that he was never truly unaware of his surroundings. However, he was focused on how exactly there could be a three quarters station. Then it hit him like a Bolt of Change. Obviously, it was some kind of magical defense. Likely a shroud. They arrived between Platforms Nine and Ten. Harry counted the pillars separating the platforms.

"Hagrid, is it the third from the left of right?"

The Groundskeeper beamed. "From the right, Harry! Boy, you are as clever as your parents!"

Any mention of Harry's parents warmed his damned heart. "So, how do I get onto the platform?"

"Run straight at the pillar with no regrets." Hagrid nodded.

"So, I must have faith?"

Hagrid thought deeply. "Aye, a good way to put it."

That's one thing I have plenty of. Tzeentch, guide me.

The boy took off running and passed through the pillar. He ran straight into the back of a young girl who was complaining loudly about not being able to go to Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry. I can't see through the Pillar until I get here." Harry apologized weakly.

The Red headed woman smiled. "It's quite alright. Besides, you apologized. By Merlin! You're Harry Potter!"

The young girl spun around and had stars in her eyes. Sarr'Kell found his way into Harry's mind.

She already idolizes you. If you told her to jump it is likely the female would ask you how high.

Harry smiled at the crowd gathering around him. It would be trivial to guide her down the Eight-Fold Path. Perhaps we should send her dreams?

It will have to wait, boy. You have not become subtle enough in your sorcery to avoid detection at Hogwarts.

The crowd was thrilled to see the Boy Who Lived. Harry answered dozens of questions, many of which were asked by Ginny Weasley. Harry learned that many of the redheads waiting for the train were all from the same family, the Weasleys. One of them, Ron, was a first year just like Harry. Hagrid managed to gain control of the crowd and help the students get on board.

Ron and Harry made their way to an empty car. "So, what's it like being famous?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Tiring. You think your sister asked a lot of questions? You should have seen the ruckus I went through to get my school supplies."

Ron believed that Harry had fended off questions in every shop he entered. If he had known that Harry had murdered an old man and sacrificed the eyes of another to bind a demon into his owl, Ron would have probably killed Harry. Or at least tried.

"Anyway, what House do you think we'll get Sorted into?" Ron pulled out a ham sandwich.

"Houses?" Harry knew nothing about Hogwarts. Sarr'Kell hadn't informed his mortal pupil of any details.

Ron nodded and happily explained the realities of Hogwarts As the Hogwarts' express pulled out of the station, Harry allowed himself the luxury of innocence.