This'll Be my focus from now on. In an attempt to make the plot bunnies stop raping my mind, I'm writing this, as it's what they've been raping it about the most. My over abundance of ideas make writing the other stories hard, as i often find myself writing five things at once... which prolongs the writing process indefinitely... anyway, this is the winning awesome sauce story of Harry being dominant. He is Godlike in this story, so live with it. He can and will dominate the shit out of anyone who tries to start shit with him.

Edit: I fixed up a few grammatical and spelling errors and I'm kinda embarrassed about them... Sorry about the interminably long wait.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The man sat in his wing-backed chair and contemplated his possible return to the world, magical and Muggle. The idea had some merit but not much. The last time he'd tried to return he'd not been particularly well received as they had made him out to be some kind of malignant wizard of the particularly powerful variety. Of course having been alive, but far removed from the public view, for over ten thousand years beforehand and not aging a day he could see where that misconception might spring up from.

Still, after another four thousand years, surely another Dark Age had managed to creep up on them and take hold? But then he tossed the idea aside. It wasn't like Ginny was waiting for him to come back. Or little Albus. This led the fourteen-thousand year-old Harry Potter to thinking about his... for lack of a better term, life. After the final battle with Tom Riddle, Harry had settled down to a comfortable life as an Auror and marrying a certain Ginny Weasley, even producing a few children. Little James, Albus, Lily and Orion. Of course, later on, roughly thirty years or so, His oldest had pointed out that he looked younger than his own son. This of course left the Wizarding world perplexed, was their savior some sort of Dark Lord? Did that explain his youth? Of course that wasn't the case and as such the rumors were quenched.

Truth be told Harry at the time had no idea why he wasn't aging but figured that it bore looking into. It turned out that the protections his mothers sacrifice had placed on him had mingled with the life preserving magics of Riddle's Horcrux, and the act of gathering the Hallows had lead to- essentially- immortality. As long as his soul existed and he was the master of the Hallows, his body and mind would, meaning that since a soul cannot be destroyed, he was immortal. Which was incredibly ironic, old Tommie's obsession in the hands of his not-quite-mortal enemy- it was laughable even.

And so it was that Harry watched as his beloved wife aged and died before his eyes. And his children. And grandchildren. And great great great great great great great grandchildren Until he finally got fed up with watching his loved ones die and just left, not without his goodbyes or giving notice or the like, but the sentiment stood. Spending the next few centuries searching the planet for lost artifacts both mundane and magical, he worked himself up a massive fortune and a veritable dragon trove's worth of nifty little items. And a large library.

He proceeded to spend the rest of his eternal lifetime expanding his control over the forces of magic. And so he had a functioning understanding of Animagism, Shapechanging (the two being fundamentally different. Animagism being the ability to bring forth ones inner animal with all of it's abilities while Shapechanging only shifted you to a different physical form.), Elementalism, Palmistry, Tarot readings, Occlumency, Legillimency, Transfiguration, Charms, Dueling, Rituals, Ancient Runes, even older Runes, not-so-Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Aboriginal Totem Fighting, Aztec Priest Incantations, Magitek (the seemless melding of arcane and technology, which in all honesty had come about once people had heard of one of his various aliases experimentation and the successes therein) and every other branch of magic he could think of, invent or innovate within- most of it he could perform without the need for any of the usual magical foci, such had his power grown.

When he did use a magical focus it was usually his staff, made of a Central American Rosewood known as Honduran, with his original wand's phoenix feather core with a few unicorn tail hairs, Basilisk scales, and dragon heart strings intertwined with it. The staff also had numerous runes and symbols carved into it to increase both the amount of power it could channel and the smoothness of it's travel through it's core so that it didn't waste any of the magical energy it gathered. As such, using it didn't actually make the spells more powerful, or easier to cast, but it did look nice and had his first wands core so he kept it for its sentimental value. Of course it wasn't a particularly apt fit for him, so that may have been a part of it. Still, Harry didn't want to desecrate a grave to get a better match so he kept things as they were.

Besides, he was fairly certain that using the Elder Wand at his level of power would cause the universe to implode. Which may have actually destroyed his soul, which he was doubly certain would hurt inconvenient.

So he left those thoughts aside and stood from his chair, unraveling the magics he'd woven around it causing it to fall apart into the air molecules he'd crafted it from. Verifying that experiment #15,098,723,476,351 had been successful, sentient chair conjuring and dispellation safe for casual use. Dispellation not being a real word didn't matter.

Harry decided to work on an Elementalism experiment he'd been putting off lately. Combining certain elements. He went to the mouth of the cave he'd decided to claim as his. It was storming. Deciding that he didn't want to disturb his other experiments with a possible explosion he set up a powerful barrier that would keep one from going into the cave. He then started gathering up his magic, letting the rain wash over him. He started first with the ice, creating a ball of it in his left hand with mass equivalent to that of a mid-sized sports sedan from the early 2010's. He then condensed the atoms in it and packed it down into a crystal of unbreakable hyper-dense ice the size of a softball. He then brought his right hand up and channeled some lightning into it. The ball sparked and sizzled but refused to melt, the ice too solid and closely packed and his will for it to not melt too strong for such to happen. Then he took it to the next level and channeled pure sunlight into it and willing it to stay contained there.

The ice shook but didn't crack. Harry knew that the next part was likely to be the trickiest, and as such he made sure to do it as carefully as possible, he set a gravity center in the center of the ice sphere and willed it to increase in intensity till he was essentially containing a quantum singularity in the ice. As the final step he just let some of his magic, just the pure magical energy, seep into the ice and waited. The crystal was now shuddering uncontrollably and threatening to crack from the force of the gravity it contained. Harry smiled as it settled.

A combining of elements never meant to combine, electricity, light, gravity, and pure magic, all contained in a hunk of hyper-dense ice. No real purpose but it looked beautiful. A dark blue crystal radiating light purple electricity, with light swirling around in it and a pitch black center. Radiant. Perfect dare he think it his Masterpiece?

But Harry knew that if he tried to add anything else, one iota more of anything but the containment ice and it would shatter and consume everything, and as such he was going to destroy it, starting with the gravity center.

But just then a bolt of lightning, drawn in by the high concentration of electrons in the sphere, struck said sphere directly adding to its charge.

And just like that Harry Potter, true immortal, inventor of too many things to count, the one to spark the joining of the mundane and magical world's died.

End~

So, some of you will be thinking, "WTF, he's immortal, how the fuck does he die?"

This is a cliff hanger and the dieing thing is just what Harry thinks is happening AT THE MOMENT.

Anyway... enjoy and I'll try to update more regularly...

Edit: So, yeah... I've been gone for a long time and was struggling with a a lot of things. I decided to reread this for kicks and found some embarrassing things related to grammar and spelling. I re-inspired myself by doing it and after putting on some polish I PLAN on continuing this though with my track record so for it may be better to just adopt it out under the condition of checking over chapters for spelling and grammar...