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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling, DCU_(Comics), Marvel_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Lily_Evans_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Lily_Evans_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Necrophilia, Godly!Harry
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      Published: 2017-01-11 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3438
****** Harrius Potter et Divinae Ascionis ******
by DalkonCledwin
Summary
     When Harry defeats the Dementors at the end of his third year,
     something that hasn't occurred in several centuries happens to him...
     Harry Potter has now ascended to a realm that places him where he is
     nearly without equal.
Notes
     Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are
     the property of their respective owners. The original characters and
     plot are the property of the authors. The authors are in no way
     associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media
     franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
                     xXx The Shores of the Black Lake xXx
                        xXx Sunday, June 6th, 2004 xXx
                           xXx Very Late Evening xXx
As Harry Potter watched his Patronus rip apart the Dementors that had been
trying to consume both his own and Sirius Black's souls, he felt a dull
throbbing sensation welling up behind his eyes. It was as though an absolutely
massive backlog of raw mystical energy were lodging itself inside of his body,
just seeking a release into the world at large. Drawing up what conscious
thought he still possessed, he yelled at Hermione, "GET BACK!"
Heeding Harry's warning, Hermione dashed several yards back into the Forbidden
Forest, from whence she watched as an absolutely massive blast of raw mystic
energy erupted from where Harry had just been standing, and consumed much of
the area in front of her. Hermione didn't truly understand the consequences of
what had just occurred, but she intrinsically understood that this had not
occurred prior to their meddling in time. This was seemingly the creation of an
entirely new timeline.
Yet for some reason, Hermione was not being ripped from this timeline as an
alien entity, and that confused the poor girl, as that was her understanding
for what was supposed to happen when a new timeline was spawned. Somehow, Harry
had done the seemingly impossible… AGAIN!
Suddenly, as if the appearance of this bright incandescent light were not odd
enough for Hermione to witness, she was now bearing witness to the light
rapidly pulling itself back into its point of origin. When it had fully
returned to within Harry, she could only gape, as the young man in front of her
now had a much stronger presence within the world than she could ever remember
him possessing. There was an overwhelming sense of power wafting off of Harry
that had just not been there before.
Harry scowled as he glanced around himself. He could tell that the Dementors
were more or less laid to waste by his patronus at this point in time, however
he now had the overwhelming desire to place the Dementors more firmly under his
own control, rather than leaving them at the beck and call of a seemingly
corrupt Ministry.
Waving his hand in the direction of one of the last remaining Dementors, he
heard the creature issue forth a loud and shrill shriek of agony as it's form
and magic were completely overwritten by the newly awakened divine might that
Harry now possessed. Into the body of that Dementor, Harry placed the soul of
one whom he truly wished to be reunited with above all other people, his own
mother.
Within mere moments, the Dementor's cloak and robes had been pulled away from
its flesh and reformed into a more pleasing black dress in the gothic lolita
style, and the newly transformed Dementor took on the appearance of a rather
buxom redheaded woman, though her skin still retained the chalk grey pallor of
a long dead corpse. Slowly, the Dementor… no Lily, turned and beheld Harry, as
she uttered a single word, "Master…"
"Lily, send the other Dementors back to Azkaban, then please follow me," Harry
commanded.
Lily nodded her head, and her eyes glowed a brilliant shade of gold as her
power over the other Dementors manifested, allowing her to immediately send
them back from whence they came, "It is as you have commanded me, Master."
With Lily now in tow, Harry turned and made his way over to Hermione, who
promptly had to ask, "Just what in God's name have you gone and done this
time?"
Lily cocked her head to the side, "Master, has this one just blasphemed against
you?"
Harry smirked at the dumbfounded expression on Hermione's face as he responded
with a quip of, "Technically, but she is forgiven for it… this time."
"If you are sure, Master, then I won't take vengeance," Lily replied in a
somewhat dejected tone of voice.
"Harry? What is going on? What was that light? Who is that woman? Why was she a
dementor until just a moment ago? Why did she say I blasphemed against you? Why
did you agree that I blasphemed against you? What is going on?" Hermione ranted
without really taking a breath between words.
"Master, I think this one is in danger of asphyxiating herself, or at the least
hyperventilating," Lily commented idly.
"Her name is Hermione," Harry commented to Lily. He then turned his attention
to the girl in question, and responded, "I just underwent divine apotheosis due
to a number of situations in my life all coming together to cause such an
event. She said that because you called on the name of the Christian God, in
the presence of the newest Allfather to exist. I agreed because it is true. And
I just told you."
Hermione blinked. She then emitted a loud huff, "You didn't tell me who that
woman is or why she was a dementor."
Harry frowned, "Oh right… Hermione, I'd like to introduce you to my mother.
Mom, this is Hermione, my best friend. As for why she was a dementor? It was
the most convenient body to put her soul inside of, and a useful one at that."
Lily inclined her head, "Charmed."
"Uh… hello Mrs. Potter," Hermione said somewhat awkwardly.
"Now, I do believe we have tarried long enough, we have a dog to go rescue.
Lily, would you be kind enough to go wayleigh Cornelius Fudge and distract him
for us? Don't eat him though, as he could still prove useful," Harry said as he
and Hermione began making their way back towards Buckbeak.
"As you command, Master," Lily commented as she began floating towards the
Castle, where she knew Cornelius Fudge was waiting.
                     xXx The Tallest Tower of Hogwarts xXx
                       xXx A Few Short Minutes Later xXx
Harry and Hermione arrived at the top of the tower in which Padfoot was being
held. They had taken Buckbeak to the top of the tower, with Hermione holding
onto Harry as tightly as she could due to her intense fear of heights.
Upon landing, Harry walked up to the sole jail cell within Hogwarts Castle,
looked at the door momentarily, then firmly wrapped his fists around two
separate bars, and pulled.
With an ear splitting shriek of metal twisting and being ripped asunder, the
door to the jail cell was pulled free from the moorings in which it was
normally firmly fastened. Sirius Black sat there looking at what happened to
the door with a look of utter dumbfounded shock on his face, "Merlin's saggy
balls… what the hell are they feeding you kids?"
Harry chuckled as he ran up and hugged Sirius, "Oh, I only really bother eating
Wheaty Oat Bars, or if I can get them Treacle Tart. Other than that, food is
just food. In fact, I may decide to deify Treacle Tart… Now let's get you out
of here, Padfoot."
Hermione from where she was standing in the doorway found herself groaning at
the very idea of Treacle Tart being made the equivalent to Ambrosia. Sirius
however found himself guffawing at the idea that his Godson had achieved
godhood.
With that all said and done, the trio made swift haste to depart from the tower
before they were intercepted by Fudge and his cronies.
                      xXx The Hogwarts Hospital Wing xXx
                           xXx A Half Hour Later xXx
It was long after Harry and Hermione had helped Sirius to escape from Hogwarts
that one of the windows to the ward unlatched itself and opened without any
obvious signs of aid. Then from outside of the window, which was several
stories up, the form of Lily Potter floated herself into the Hospital Wing, and
after closing the window, promptly floated over to where Harry was reclining on
his cot.
Harry looked up at her and asked, "All went well I take it?"
Lily nodded her head, "The Minister bought my ruse entirely, and believes that
all of the Dementors have returned to Azkaban. He is not aware of the fact that
the Dementors no longer answer to the Ministry, Master."
"And what of Dumbledore and Snape?" Harry questioned.
Lily pursed her lips, "It was entirely frustrating to see Severus and not be
able to hex him without ruining the entire ruse, Master."
Harry frowned, "What do you have against Snape?"
Lily released a frustrated sigh, "It is complicated, Master."
"I'm listening," Harry said with the cadence of curiosity entering his voice.
He wanted to know more about his mother's life, and this was a good a time as
any to hear about it.
"Well, I would have hoped that someone might have told you about me, but I can
see that is not the case, Master. As it happens, Severus and I had been
childhood friends. We grew up within walking distance of each other. However
during our time at Hogwarts, we had ended up sorted into different houses. It
was his hope that we would both be sorted together, but he was destined for
Slytherin and well…" Lily began to explain.
"You were a Muggleborn," Harry realized the obvious conclusion to that
statement.
"Yes," Lily responded. "Now, your father was one of the chief tormentors for
Slytherins during our time at Hogwarts and took particular delight in
tormenting Severus due to his friendship with me. This came to a head in our
fifth year at Hogwarts. During a particularly nasty bout of teasing by your
father and his friends, I attempted to defend Severus, however in his
frustration he lashed out at me and called me a rather degrading name. While
that had hurt, the reason I actually ceased being friends with him, was because
he had fallen in with a group of individuals that were affiliated with
Voldemort, and I didn't want to have his connection to me getting him hurt."
Harry nodded in understanding, "Despite saying you wanted to hex him, you still
care for him, don't you?"
Lily's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she nodded only incrementally. Harry
considered this, before asking, "Do you love him?"
Lily frowned in thought as she considered the question. She then responded,
"Only in the purely platonic sense between most brothers and sisters. The only
one whom I am willing to give my heart to now that I have been reborn, is you
Master."
"Okay, well that… that is interesting," Harry said as he fought very valiantly
to hide the massive blush that was creeping across his face.
Lily paused for a moment, "I do have to ask… but has anyone bothered to
introduce Severus to the concept of proper hair maintenance?"
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed when he heard that question. He laughed
hard.
                           xXx Later that Night xXx
Harry was awoken from his slumber as he felt the covers on his bed being pulled
back and the highly feminine curves of his mother climb into the bed and curl
up next to him. While normally such actions by a beautiful woman would be
highly appreciated by a young man, there was something unsettling about this
situation. That unsettling sensation was the fact that Lily's body held not the
warmth of a beautiful and lively young woman, but rather the chill of one who
had been dead long enough to have lost the warmth of life.
Sighing resignedly to himself, Harry wrapped his arm around his mother's waist
and pulled her form tighter against him, while using his divine power to
provide them both with a level of comfortable warmth for the evening. These
acts drew a contented murmur from Lily. These weren't the acts of lovers, not
yet anyways, merely the acts of two broken individuals seeking comfort from one
another.
                      xXx The Hogwarts Hospital Wing xXx
                        xXx Monday, June 7th, 2004 xXx
                           xXx Bright and Early xXx
Harry felt a sudden sense of foreboding intruding upon a rather pleasant dream
that he had seemingly been sharing with Lily, causing him to awaken with a
start to discover the somewhat intimidating presence of Madam Porpington
"Poppy" Pomfrey hovering over his cot with a massive scowl drawn over her face.
When the woman noticed he was awake, with a somewhat annoyed cadence in her
voice, the woman asked, "Mister Potter, why is there a corpse sharing your
bed?"
With an annoyed murmur at having her sleep intruded upon, Lily promptly sat up,
and glowered at Poppy, "Why are you intruding upon my rest?"
Poppy squeaked in surprise, "Merciful heavens, she… she's alive?"
Harry sighed, realizing he should probably deal with this immediately, "Madam
Pomfrey, would you be so kind as to fetch the Headmaster and Deputy
Headmistress. I would like to explain this as few times as possible and to only
the bare minimum number of people necessary to ensure this does not become an
issue."
Poppy stared at Harry in confusion for a few moments before sharply nodding her
head and walking towards the ward's floo to summon the requested individuals.
Lily however, scrutinized Harry for a moment, before asking, "Is it wise to let
Albus Dumbledore in on this secret?"
Harry frowned, "I don't intend to tell him the full details on the situation,
but I have to tell him something, otherwise there will be problems."
Lily nodded in understanding, "Of course, Master."
Harry frowned, "Mum, why do you call me your master?"
Lily considered this for several moments, "When you gave me my new life, you
used a Dementor to do so. Dementors are much the same as House Elves in that
they are hardwired to act as the servants of another agency, usually the
Ministry for Magic or whatever Government employs them, in the case of
Dementors."
Harry considered this, "So when I created you, I intrinsically bound you in
servitude to me, despite the fact that I also wanted my mother back?"
Lily nodded her head, "That is the correct assessment, Master."
"Well then, as an official order, I want you to refer to me in the same way as
you would if you were not a Dementor," Harry commanded.
Lily smirked in what might be meant to be a seductive manner as she slyly
commented, "But I like referring to you as my Master."
"Oh bollocks," Harry muttered as yet another blush crept across his face.
A few minutes later after two flares of emerald light, the three most important
members of the faculty of Hogwarts turned up so that Harry could have a
discussion with them. And as soon as they arrived, Minerva emitted a gasp,
"Goodness me… Lily?"
Dumbledore scrutinized the young corpse-like woman in front of him before
responding, "What manner of trickery is this?"
Harry sighed, "I fear that this is not something that is as easily dismissed as
being trickery. Suffice it to say that something rather unprecedented occurred
last night that gave me the opportunity to breathe new life into my mother."
Dumbledore scowled, "Harry, there is no magic that exists which can return the
dead back to life."
Harry sighed yet again, "Headmaster, are you presuming to claim that you know
everything that there is to know about the inner workings of magic? Or are you
under the misapprehension that that magic is the only possible answer when
something occurs that you cannot explain without resorting to using the word
magic to describe it?"
Dumbledore frowned in the way that a grandfather would if they were
disappointed with one of their grandchildren, "Harry, I have lived for many
more years than you, and devoted my entire life since my eleventh birthday to
unraveling the mysteries of magic. Let me once again assure you that there is
no magic which can revive the deceased."
Having walked over from her bed, Hermione intervened in the discussion,
"Perhaps it is impossible for magic. But there are entities who exist that are
perfectly capable of reviving the deceased. I don't want to put words into
Harry's mouth, but it is possible, albeit unlikely, that something occurred
last night that was not of a mystical nature, or at least was sufficiently
different from our own understanding of magic, that it enabled Harry to revive
his mother… well sort of revive at any rate. Sorry, but she still looks like a
walking corpse to me."
Lily sighed, "It's fine, I know what I look like."
"Anyways," Harry said, "For the foreseeable future, my mother has decided to
act as a sort of bodyguard for me, and we will not be returning to the Dursleys
when the summer hols start."
"Now, Harry…" Dumbledore started to protest.
"The Dursleys!?" Lily snarled, "Who's bright idea was it to send my son to the
Dursleys?"
Dumbledore seemed somewhat taken aback by that outburst, though Minerva
smirked, "I'd hate to say I told you so, but I told you so, Albus."
                      xXx The Great Hall of Hogwarts xXx
                            xXx Breakfast Time xXx
Harry Potter entered the Great Hall flanked on either side by Hermione Granger
and his mother, Lily Potter. As they entered the room, all sounds within the
hall ground to a halt as the collective student and faculty body found their
eyes drawn to the form of the three individuals.
Suddenly, from the Teacher's table, a loud roar of laughter erupted from one
Remus Lupin, while at the other end of the table, a sallow man better known as
Severus Snape promptly fainted into his bowl of oatmeal.
From where she was watching this happen Lily cooly responded, "Thank you,
Master, that was far more satisfying than hexing him would have been."
Harry smiled at her as the three made their way up to the Head Table and
approached Lupin. The man in question grinned at Lily, "Aren't you a sight for
sore eyes."
"It is good to see you as well, my friend," Lily replied with a rare smile
playing at her lips.
"But good gods, you look like death and not overly warmed over either," Remus
groaned as he looked her over.
"Well, you see…" Lily said a little awkwardly.
Hermione scowled, "There is apparently a remarkably good reason for that, but
it isn't a subject for mixed company. Suffice it to say, she now has a lot in
common with Hela of Asgard."
Remus blinked a few times, before he drawled out a massive, "Ohhh…" and Filius
Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, found it necessary to pick up the
nearest piece of heavy plateware and bash his skull into it out of sheer
annoyance over just how massively ridiculous the Potter Luck was beginning to
become. It turned out, those two Professors were the only ones who were
currently privy to the truth of Lily's resurrection and the new nature of Harry
Potter, though they mostly figured it out through Hermione's rather unsubtle
hint.
                           xXx Chapter Concluded xXx
Author's Note: This story is a crossover between Harry Potter, Marvel Comics
and DC Comics. At the moment there are no other planned crossovers. I have the
harem mostly planned out, though am open to considering suggestions. I am not
including any of the versions of Kara Zor-El in the harem, as thanks to
Megamatt09 she has become ridiculously overplayed in these sorts of crossovers.
I also have other plans for Hermione aside from pairing her with Harry, she is
going to be more of a sister figure to him. I will leave what I intend for the
Weasley family a secret for now, but don't make suggestions regarding Ginny as
I already know what I plan for her, though I am not saying yay or nay on her
being in the harem.
Yes, this is a harem fic, and yes, there will be lemons, eventually. However
those probably won't start happening until at least the third chapter, if I am
lucky.
This story is also my umpteenth attempt to appease my muse. I have no idea if
it is going to work out, but I will at least have posted the first chapter of
this one in my anthologies so that you guys can see that I am still alive and
kicking.
Oh… and for those who are confused by the title, it is Latin, and translates
into English as "Harry Potter and the Divine Ascension" though that should have
been easy enough to figure out given the phonetics of the Latin in question. I
thought it fitting to give a Harry Potter fic a Latin title, given that J.K.
Rowling has quite the obsession with the Latin language, even if it seems she
never bothered to consult a Latin lexicon.
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