The editing on this might be shit since I'm posting it from my phone. We will see how it goes
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The First wave of rituals was done
People were on the ground groaning in pain. But the effects were there. The mana flowed through their body much better, it wasn't a ritual to artificially increase their mana pool, those always ended badly.
This just increased the limit that they could output. It was more than double or triple. This kind of power is a blessing for Low Class. Since their position depends on the amount of damage they can do.
Before this Sirius could blow up a small house with a single spell. Now that same spell can blow up a entire building. Well someday, but not today.
"Kill me now" Sirius groaned against the grass. He was naked and it was cold, everything was in pain and extremely uncomfortable.
"Get up or you will catch a cold. I'm not healing you from that" Harry just spoke to them while typing on Archive.
"Harry we would if we could. And can you bring out clothes back" Andy gritted her teeth as she pushed herself from the ground. As requested with a snap of Harry's fingers clothes materialized at the edge of their box.
"I'm UP!" Dora pulled herself up by the sheets covering her little box. Only for them to tear causing her to fall forward and out of the box. She turned around to avoid hitting her face and fell on her back.
Right in front of Harry who raised an eyebrow at her appearance. It was Nymphadora in her natural form.
"I-I-I" Dora couldn't even start the sentence.
" I don't get why you hide your true self, you are quite stunning." Harry gave his honest opinion, but it wouldn't be him if he didn't troll a little " I see that the carpet matches the drapes as well."
Dora flushed bright red and so did her hair, even with her muscles screaming in pain she covered herself. "PERVERT!"
"Hehehe" Harry laughed in a weird deep voice on purpose. 'Ahh I miss Meme's. Internet when will you appear. I need to show this world the joy of trolling online'
Hope who was waiting on the side just facepalmed. Dora was always clumsy so that wasn't anything new. But the poor girl was already deeply embarrassed and Harry just had to go for the finishing blow. 'What is wrong with him, i thought it was just childlessness, but this is pathological. He can't resist messing with people'
If Harry knew what she was thinking he would scoff like an old man 'In my days anybody who couldn't roast, troll, or deliver a fatality via emotional damage would be eaten alive on the internet'
~ Second Wave (This part needs a bit of work. I need to reread some parts of my fic to accurately state their current Power Level)
Once everybody was out of their cubes it was time for the second wave of rituals. Hope and Wolf Pack. Along with the Greenhouses and Vivariums will be 30 minutes before midnight. Another Harry was doing the Wolf Pack rituals.
For the wolves and Hope, Harry had a Blood Ritual planned for them. To give them better control over their wolf side by utilizing their bloodlines. The ritual essentially fully activates a bloodline and helps gain better control over it.
Which is precisely what they need, Hope and Michael the Alpha of the wolf pack were at the lower end of Mid Class. They had far more control than the rest but the Full Moon was still annoying and was affecting them. The rest of the wolves were peak Low Class.
This ritual should push them all into Mid Class but the goal was to allow them to regain their human form.
The Greenhouses and Vivariums will just get an overall growth and mutation boost. Harry couldn't wait to make some monstrous insects and Ayakashi.
"Hope you ready?"
"No" Hope said with a bland tone but her cheeks were red. Compared to the rest her ritual was more complicated. As a Tribrid she has wizarding, werewolf and vampire bloodlines. Her Vampire bloodline has been dormant, since well she is alive and not an undead.
"Come on you know we have to do this"
Hearing Harry's words Hope sighed and started to strip. "I was hoping the first time I got naked would be more romantic"
Hope's little cube for the ritual was a lot bigger than the others, Harry also needed to be inside to watch for any changes that might happen and act accordingly.
Hope looked at Harry who had a calm expression on her face as she was striping and got a bit depressed.
Seeing this Harry sighed 'She always overthinks things and is very self-conscious about her bloodline and her position as my first wife, I though we got over this'
He walked over to Hope and kissed her. She was still in her underwear but was surprised by him. "I know this isn't ideal, but we have to do this. And it's not like I'm not affected by this, I have told you many times, you are beautiful and I do love you. I might not show it much since I'm constantly using mind magic to suppress my hormones."
Hope smiled as she pressed her forehead against his "Really?"
"Yes, and I will make it up to you for this. I promise"
"I want a date. Alone, just that, a nice quiet normal date"
Harry gave her a quick kiss "Done. Now get ready, this is going to hurt a lot."
Hope nodded as she got rid of all her clothes. Harry also went completely focused, he checked the time and it was 30 minutes before midnight. The perfect time for them to do these rituals, if it was at exactly full moon, their werewolf side might mess things up.
"█ █" Harry opened his mouth but only a jumbled sound came out.
The ritual immediately lit up red. The long chant for the ritual was shortened and Harry stacked the words coming out as two sounds.
Hope gulped and kept calm as much as possible, the ritual circle dimmed a bit, but from where the lines were blood started to pour out and flow towards her.
Harry looked with a calm face but on the inside he was grim, blood rituals weren't pleasant, just doing the Basilisk Eye ritual made him contemplate suicide from the pain. This is messing with the entire body on a cellular level.
As soon as the blood started to climb up her body, Hope started to scream in pain. Her body automatically started to shift to defend itself. Fangs and claws appeared, ears elongated slightly, her face morphed slightly resembling a wolf. She turned into her quasi-wolf form.
(A/N Teen wolf form. First form, basic boost, easiest to control)
Then the pain intensified. Bones started to crack and rearrange themselves, she grew bigger, the fur covered her entire body. And a monster appeared
"AWOOOOOOO!!!!!"
'The half-wolf form. Even the second form is painful, but in the first place the werewolves were cursed, so it is supposed to be this way. Werewolves have been around for a very long time. So much so that due to mutation there are various species of it.
Most of them are all Low Class, uncontrollable monsters, getting stronger and understanding yourself leads to control. Mid Class werewolf's can control themselves and stop the shift.
High Class ones have gained a mastery in their shapeshifting, making a painless transition from one form to another. I have heard rumors of some that have reach Ultimate Class and managed to change their bloodline so their decedents don't have to suffer the pain of transformation.'
The beast fell on the floor as it whimpered and cried, blood continued to climb up Hope's body. She started to sift again, much smaller than before, now she looked like an ordinary wolf. Loss of power from the half form, but gaining overwhelming speed in return, hunting down any pray.
'That should be the last one'
But it didn't go the way Harry had calculated. Hope started to shift again. In front of Harry was a Giant Wolf. A werewolf's strongest form. Speed and Power. Few have managed to even get this form.
She was smaller than the Wolf Pack, which was understandable since they carry Fenrir's blood, but it was a form hope had never been able to achieve before.
"GRRRRRRRRR" The giant wolf growled at Harry.
'I might need to restrain her, but I don't want to interfere with the ritual'
Harry's thoughts were broken when Hope opened her mouth, but instead of attacking him, she bit her own front leg.
He let out a smile once he saw this, Hope was still in control. "Good job Hope, not bring it back, focus on the ritual, feel the changes happening to you."
Hope let go of her leg, and nodded. She closed her eyes and focused, a few moments passed, she was fighting against the Full Moon and the ritual, trying to regain all of her control.
Soon after she started to shirk and go back to normal, she succeeded, but once she did changes appeared. Fur appeared on her hands and up her arms, it spread to shoulders, her neck and part of her cheeks along with the sides of her body, her feet to her knees also had fur on them.
Her hands and feet morphed, bigger claws formed on them than usual
The change went beyond anything Harry expected. He also noticed something else. Her eyes were blood red and she had elongated fangs along with her werewolf ones.
' Red eyes. Usually the sign of an Alpha in the pack. Deeply tied with the curse and the blessings that werewolf's had, but this shade, it's more common in vampires. The ritual worked'
The light of the ritual died out, it was over. Harry rushed in and caught Hope just as she was about to collapse. "You did good, you were very brave" Harry whispers to her
Hope lets out a smile but it was obvious she was still in pain. " I will punch you when I wake up for convincing me to do this"
"Don't worry, I will be joining you soon, mine will probably hurt just as much. Now go to sleep. Everything will be fine." Harry kissed her on her forehead and with a snap of his fingers she was in her pajamas.
He put her in a little temporary cabin he made until the House ritual was finished. Then he looked up at the sky, the moon was nearly at its peak. 'It will be my turn soon. And boy will this one hurt like a bitch'
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The Fenrir Pack also wasn't having a good time. All the wolves were on the ground spasming and crying out in pain. Michael who was stronger than them gritted his fangs as he stood up.
'I don't want to stay like this! Harry said there is a chance. Strong werewolves can control their shift, but because we were experimented on that got locked away from us, change, change, CHANGE!'
Michael stood up despite the pain and howled like he never had before "AWOOOOOOO!!!"
That triggered something in the pack, they all clenched their jaws and stood up.
"""""" AWOOOO!!!! """"""
The wolves started to shift they grew bigger, claws and fangs got sharper, this ritual also stimulated their bloodline. The bloodline of the God-Devouring Wolf, Fenrir.
All of them reached the middle of Mid Class while Michael got to Peak Mid Class. The light of the ritual started to dim, they started to shrink, slowly until they were the size of a normal wolf then finally back to humans.
After years of being tortured and experimented on, then a few more living in the wild, surviving like beasts.
Michael raised his hand, he was in disbelief he touched his face, feeling the skin and the shape. He burst into tears. "I'm.. back. We are back!"
The pain from the ritual did nothing to dampen their joy. Michael rushed to the others lifting them up and hugging them, tears and laughter echoed in the surroundings.
They were finally human.
Harry watched from the side with a smile on his face. He was happy for them. 'I think they deserve a long vacation after this. I'll put them to work after they have assimilated back to society.
~
The moon was nearly at its peak. It was time for the dangerous rituals. Many of the fragment clones were around the magic circle that was constructed around the Manor and the entire property.
One was with Astoria to make sure she was going well. But at this point that was secured. Harry has improved much with Blood Magic and with the Elixir from the Philisopher's stone he weakened it considerably, so much so that Astoria could live out a normal life, but the Maledictus Curse would still be bound to the bloodline.
Using this special Samhain Harry just decided to get rid of it completely, it will hurt though, but its better for Astoria this way.
As for Philosopher Stone ritual works, Harry doesn't have much hope for it. He is just doing it on the off chance that it works, and if it fails he will still learn something from it.
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A fragment clone did all the preparations, before he even arrived back in Hogwarts he was in disguise and the Death Cloak clung around his body like a membrane. He went towards the gargoyle statue and retrieved the stone from it.
'It's still hilarious that nobody has looked here for it. I came up with a great hiding spot'
After this he went towards the deeper parts of the Forbidden Forest. Now that he is stronger he realized how stupidly absurd this place was. 'The space is overlapped'
The deeper you go the stranger things began. At first it was just magical wizarding beasts, but as you got deeper things changed, different plants, different animals. In the Zone he was at there were Mid-Class animals in large numbers and the forest seemingly never ends no matter how much he walks. At this point Harry should have been in Glasgow by now, let alone still be in the forest.
' I would assume this 'Forest' has multiple entrances that all lead to the same place. Different names for different places. Dark Forest, Forest of Death, it's probably a breeding ground for magical beasts on this plane. Since there is no territory for them anymore, all of them most likely retreated here and somehow through the ages entrances began popping up in the world.
There is one reason why Harry afraid to go deeper. Since it has a forest in the name, I would assume the Twilight Forest is also real. The Enchanted Forest were fay and spirits live.
' There is no way in hell I'm dealing with those fuckers.'
Harry does the ritual. Fully expecting it to fail. According to his calculations it should only have a 5% chance of working at best. He was doing this so he could learn more information about it to use in the future.
But...
Thunk
The bottom part of the stone liquified but stayed in place, a small marble shaped core fell out of the stone and hit the ground.
"Ha?" Harry looked dumbfounded as the metallic engraved core
"the fuck?" he whispered, almost in a daze as he picked up the core and the now untampered red stone. Harry snaps back to reality, he quickly uses scanning spells and divination. Yet he finds absolutely nothing.
'There is no way I'm this lucky. People like me don't just get lucky. I calculate, I theorize, I prepare, I cheat. But I don't get lucky. The biggest luck in my live has been Mirror Alice that saved me. But since I can't find any proof that means whoever is behind this is absolutely beyond my abilities.
And there are a few I can think of at the top of my head. But the most likely culprit is Fate. There is already a prophesy involving me. If paynight really good or really bad happens, its probably because of it.'
Harry quickly erased the ritual and grabbed the small core. He threw it in the air and casted a very overpowered 'Depulso' sending it flying through the air and even deeper into the forest.
He went to a different direction and started to fly to the nearest city, where he goes through his usual portkey and teleport routine so nobody could track him home.
In France at the Flamel Home on the other hand
"THAT BASTARD!"
~ At the same time
Harry goes into his own magic circle. ' This one is going to be a bitch, most likely my last mind ritual. I have felt the limit approach on how much I can use rituals to mess with my mind and brain.
I'm going to need to cut my connection with the Harry Network, we are no good to anybody if all of us are comatose because I am in excruciating pain. After the ritual is done, I will delete the memories of the pain and connect back to the Network.'
'Well let's get this started'
"█ █"
With another spell stack used to activate the ritual to save time and the ground erupted in greenish blue flames.
'Green again, is it the color of the soul? Then Blue is the color of the mind? Too vague to tell, these symbolic things are complicated. Maybe it's just my personal preference. Not that it matters time to grit my teeth, I need to be careful not to bite off my tongue, healing it would be a pain'
Once the flames completely covered each line on the ground the ritual started. The pain immediately followed. It was indescribable, not only his brain but also his mind, hundreds of times worse than when he used Crucio on himself to try and develop counter measures.
On instinct Harry's mind tried to use Aincard to defend itself. an automatic response to a threat of death. It was so painful that his mind was operating on the assumption Harry was dying.
But that did nothing, it only slowed the ritual down for a second or two before it burst through all of the floors of Aincard. Harry fell to his knees as he screamed and clutched his head. He rolled around screaming until his vocal cords gave out and in the end he couldn't bear the pain and passed out.
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