Grim: Last Hope (HP/DC/Marvel)

Chapter 7: Viltrum War
1991
Nolan Grayson
 Nolan had been on Earth for only two weeks when he met Debbi Grayson. Using his speed and his Green Lantern Ring, he managed to insert his records into the system, reflecting basic education. A week ago, Thragg contacted him, acknowledging the data Nolan had sent about this new universe. Thragg also informed Nolan that no other Viltrumite had contacted them from any of other planets, leaving only 30,000 Viltrumites in this universe. Nolan was ordered to follow his mission discreetly, observe the Earth, and send new information daily. The Lantern Ring was invaluable, enhancing his speed in transmitting data and acquiring new knowledge.
As Nolan walked through the streets, he noticed three men following a woman. He intended to leave them alone until the ring alerted him that one of the men had some type of power. Intrigued, Nolan instructed the ring to perform an in-depth scan of the powered individual and the others. The results were fascinating: an extra gene was present in all three men and even in the woman they were following. The ring further informed him that half of the people in the surrounding city block possessed this gene, although many were unactivated.
As the group passed an alley, the three men suddenly moved, dragging the woman into it. One of them waved his hand, and the woman's screams were abruptly silenced. Nolan found this particularly interesting. The manipulation of sound waves or vocal cords suggested a sophisticated level of control, one that warranted further observation. Deciding to intervene, he approached them calmly, relying on his Viltrumite training rather than his powers. He needed to maintain his cover and avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
"Hey, let her go," Nolan said, his voice steady and authoritative.
The men turned, surprised by his sudden appearance. The leader, the one with the power, sneered. "This isn't your business, pal. Walk away."
Nolan's eyes locked onto the leader's, assessing him. With a swift, calculated movement, he disarmed the closest man, using his opponent's momentum against him. The alley, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp, became a whirlwind of motion as Nolan's training took over. He moved with precision, neutralizing the threats without resorting to his superhuman abilities. In mere moments, the three men were incapacitated, groaning on the ground.
The woman, visibly shaken, looked at Nolan with wide eyes. "Thank you," she managed to say, her voice trembling.
"No need to thank me," Nolan replied, offering her a reassuring smile. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "I don't know how to repay you."
"Just be careful," Nolan advised. "This city can be dangerous."
As they walked out of the alley, she insisted on expressing her gratitude. "I'm Debbi, by the way. Debbi Grayson. Can I at least buy you a coffee? It's the least I can do."
Nolan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I'm Nolan."
They found a small café nearby, its warm, inviting atmosphere a stark contrast to the cold, dark alley they had just left. They settled into a booth, and Debbi ordered two coffees. As they waited, Nolan couldn't help but notice how at ease she seemed, despite the recent ordeal.
"You don't seem too shaken up," Nolan observed.
Debbi shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Living in this city, you learn to handle a few scares. But tonight was...different. Those men, they weren't normal."
Nolan nodded. "I noticed. Do you know why they were following you?"
"I'm not sure," Debbi admitted. "I think it has something to do with my work. I'm a journalist, and I've been investigating some pretty shady organizations."
Nolan's interest was piqued. "What kind of organizations?"
Debbi glanced around, ensuring they weren't overheard. "There's been a rise in reports about people with...abilities called Mutants. Powers, like in the comic books. But these aren't heroes or villains. They're ordinary people who suddenly find themselves with extraordinary abilities. I've been trying to find out where these powers are coming from."
Nolan leaned back, considering her words. The gene the ring had detected could be linked to these powers. This information could be crucial for his mission. "That sounds dangerous."
"It is," Debbi agreed. "But it's important. People need to know what's happening. And now, I owe you one for saving me."
Nolan smiled. "You don't owe me anything. But I'd like to know more about your investigation."
Over the next few weeks, Debbi and Nolan spent a lot of time together. Nolan never said anything about him being an alien. Debbi considered him from one of the third world countries and She introduced him to the local culture, teaching him about Earth's customs and societal norms in the process. They visited museums, attended festivals, and explored different neighborhoods. Nolan found himself growing more intrigued by this world and its people, especially Debbi. Her passion for her work and her fearless nature were qualities he admired.
Debbi, in turn, found Nolan to be a fascinating enigma. He was kind and intelligent, yet there was an air of mystery about him. She enjoyed their conversations, often finding herself lost in discussions about everything from history to technology. Nolan's perspectives were unique, almost as if he saw the world through a different lens.
One evening, as they walked along the waterfront, Debbi turned to Nolan. "You know, you've become one of my best friends here. It's strange how quickly it happened."
Nolan smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "I feel the same way. You've made this place feel like home."
Their bond deepened, and Nolan's cover as a regular human remained intact. He continued to send daily reports to Thragg, detailing the extraordinary gene and its implications. The ring facilitated his communication, allowing him to relay vast amounts of data quickly and securely. He remained vigilant, always observing, always learning.
Despite his mission, Nolan couldn't help but feel a growing connection to Earth and its inhabitants. The complexity of human emotions, their resilience, and their capacity for kindness fascinated him. Debbi was a perfect example of this, and through her, Nolan began to see the beauty in the seemingly mundane aspects of life.
One night, as they sat on a rooftop overlooking the city, Debbi asked, "Do you ever think about where you'll be in the future? What you'll be doing?"
Nolan looked at her, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. "I do. But for now, I'm focused on the present. On understanding the world and its people."
Debbi nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "You're different, Nolan. In a good way. I'm glad we met."
"Me too," Nolan replied, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time.
As the days turned into weeks, Nolan's integration into Earth's society deepened. He continued his observations, learning more about the mysterious gene and its potential. He and Debbi grew closer, their friendship becoming a cornerstone of his life on Earth.
Through their interactions, Nolan discovered that even in a world far removed from his own, connections could be formed, and understanding could be reached. He realized that his mission wasn't just about gathering data; it was about experiencing and analysing human nature as a whole. From even the rumors the powers are different and not standard abilities like of Viltrumites.
And as he sat there, on that rooftop with Debbi by his side, Nolan knew that whatever the future held, he would face it with a newfound sense of purpose and a deeper understanding of what it meant to be truly alive.
One month later, an unexpected order from Thragg arrived: befriend the local powered people and try procreating with them. It was an order Nolan never expected to hear from the powerful Regent of his empire.
"Nolan, as a Viltrumite, it is very hard to admit that our enemies have won by sending us to this new universe where more powerful people exist. We have rested on our laurels and genetics for so many millennia, and it is now time to start the genetics war again. We have achieved the true potential of our world, and now it is time to try new breeding. By all the records sent and our scientists' study, Earth is the most adaptable people coming to powers. You are tasked to find a woman with power or potential to power and procreate a child as soon as possible."
"I accept the new mission, Grand Regent," Nolan had replied. "I suggest the rest of my people constantly train and improve each other without permanently maiming or killing. I am sending a training package of many people similar to us in this new world and their training methods with this message. Let our scientists and biologists go through it and implement the best for our physiology."
Nolan was already halfway to accomplishing the order as he was already involved with Debbi by that time. Three months later, Nolan confessed that he was an alien sent by the Green Lantern Corps and showed her his lantern powers. Debbi was surprised but understood the matter. She was already three months pregnant when he proposed to keep her at his side, and they married quite soon.
His peaceful life on Earth came to an end when his son Mark Grayson was four when the Regent called Nolan back to Viltrum to debrief directly.

Anissa
 For a proud Viltrumite like herself, the visuals from the long-range camera showing their space were astonishing. For the first time in the history of the universe, a fleet was coming to attack Viltrum. Anissa was stupefied by the audacity of the approaching fleet. Even attacking a single Viltrumite in a space shuttle was suicide, as they could just blast through the shuttles, deprive the enemy of breathing air, and kill them. Normally, Anissa would have just sent three soldiers to destroy the fleet, but the situation was not normal.
First, the number of shuttles was still not calculated as they were still flying into the long-range space radar. Second, there was a standing order from Grand Regent Thragg and Commander of Defense Nolan to avoid flying into space ever since their own galaxy was transferred or merged with other galaxies. It had been five years since the event, and every day, the entire population of 30,000 Viltrumites was training and increasing their powers. Fighting was ingrained in their blood, and for four years, every able-bodied Viltrumite participated in a battle royale in the morning.
Following that, there were team exercises and strength and durability training in pairs designed by Nolan after visiting a planet called Earth. Only Nolan was allowed to leave Viltrum and gather data. Anissa could see the reason for such training and carefulness. Even Thragg was uneasy when Nolan informed the council about Lady Gaea and beings that could atomize a planet with a wave of their hand. Thus, four years of training and strengthening without killing each other occurred, and every single Viltrumite's powers increased. To increase the strength for every single day a pair is to try to push each other in tug of war while flying. Surprisingly it had very satisfactory outcome as even the weakest among them raised their strength to a 1000 tonne level.
'Truly the Viltrumite creed of What doesn't kill you make you stronger is something to be admired by every other lesser beings.' Anissa thought as she went to General Kregg's office to inform him about the fleet. After knocking and entering the room, Anissa said, "General Kregg, there is a fleet coming to Viltrum space. They will reach our atmosphere in four hours. What are your orders?"
Kregg was surprised, "A fleet? Inform the army and make sure everyone is ready for engagement, but stay on land. No flying. Let me inform Grand Regent Thragg, Conquest, and Nolan of this situation. It is by the grace of the Regent that Nolan has been recalled for debriefing."
Anissa went to pass the orders.
Later, in the council meeting, the room was futuristic with sleek metallic walls, advanced holographic displays, and a large central table where the leaders of the Viltrumite Empire gathered. General Kregg, Anissa, Grand Regent Thragg, Conquest, and three other commanders were present.
Thragg, looking at the approaching fleet on the holographic screen, asked, "Nolan, do you know who that fleet belongs to? Have you heard or seen anything in your journey?"
Nolan looked at his data screen, observing the lead ship and any identifying marks. "Regent, by the number of ships and the marks on them, I can take a guess. In the pirates' center in Nowhere and Nova Town, I heard about a Terror of space. A being of immense strength and intellect that courts Lady Death herself. A conqueror who rules a dark space that no one travels these days. A space just like Earth that is avoided by all the empires of this new universe—Kree, Skrull, Shi'ar, Thanagar, The Citadel. Though Earth is avoided because it is protected by Asgard as per Lady Gaea, and no empire wants to wake the old bloodlust of God-King Odin Borson after his conquest of Nine Realms from his peaceful ways, the dark space was avoided because of sheer terror on a level that not even us Viltrumites had generated before the merging. The being's name is the Mad Titan—Thanos. He goes to planets and kills half of the population as a method of resource management. Afterwards, he doesn't help them or anything; he just leaves the slaughtered planet. This is the reason he informed all empires, but there is a rumor that he does it to court Lady Death."
Thragg and the rest of the council were surprised and slightly horrified by the madness of this Titan. Viltrumites had ended many planets, but at least it was for conquering and ruling them, not for such a mad reason.
Kregg asked, "Doesn't anyone fight against him? I mean, there was a Coalition of Planets against us even when resistance was futile. This merged world has many powerful creatures, empires, and even so-called gods. Why does no one do anything?"
Nolan replied, "According to the ring, Thanos made an example of any attack against his space territory. All beings who went against Thanos were destroyed. Billions killed and empires burned to the ground as an example. Interestingly, the only space not attacked by Thanos in any way since his crusade's beginning is the Nine Realms. According to the ring, Thanos is from Titan, a moon of Saturn in the Solar System near Earth. There are also tales of an extinct race called Kryptonians who successfully defeated Thanos's army at the beginning. There are also legends of Kryptonians who were lost in space and their one-man army slaughtering millions when Thanos's army descended on the planets they were resting on. For all practical purposes, Kryptonians under a younger sun have more raw powers than us Viltrumites. It seems their own genetics are superior to our smart atoms."
"Interesting," Thragg mused. "When someone starts an empire, they start with a base near their planet. Thanos has not done this. This is very curious. Maybe there is some truth that Odin is actually a god and no one wants to fight Asgard. Anyway, his army has come here, and let us start our history in this universe by destroying an attack by Thanos. No one should leave Viltrum alive."
"Grand Regent, I think we should use this fight as a training method. There should be no flying attacks by us showing our strength. We should tank their cannon fire and kill their army on the ground in a melee fight as an army," suggested Nolan.
"What the fuck?" Conquest sneered. "You want to fight like the shitty humans of your favorite Earth that you visited. First team training and no killing the weaklings, now this bullshit. I should separate your head right now and get rid of your weakness that is spreading like the smell of shit from you in our empire."
"Hhhaa," Nolan scoffed at Conquest. "You killing me? What a joke! Only one who can kill me now is our Grand Regent. Your stupid bloodlust will endanger the Viltrum Empire if you don't control it. We are not in our home galaxy. Something fucked up has happened, and many new players have emerged or we have been inserted into an old game by someone we can't even contemplate. We should not show our true strength. We should be ready to fight off beings capable of killing us instantly. Grand Regent Thragg, I propose the plan to hide our true capabilities. And Conquest, don't worry, you can satisfy your bloodlust. According to the ring, there are at least 10 million lifeforms coming our way."
Thragg considered Nolan's proposal. "Very well, Nolan. We will proceed with your plan. We will engage them on the ground, show our resilience, and use this as an opportunity to train and evaluate our progress."
Conquest grudgingly nodded in agreement, though his eyes still burned with a desire for more direct confrontation.
Gamora
 
Gamora stood on the bridge of the flagship, her eyes scanning the data displayed on the various monitors and holographic projections. The atmosphere was tense, filled with anticipation and a hint of fear. Unlike her sister Nebula, who seemed to revel in the upcoming slaughter, Gamora was more measured, cautious even. She had learned from years of experience that rushing into a fight without understanding your enemy was a fool's errand.
The sensors indicated that the planet they were approaching was teeming with resources. Yet, it was puzzling that despite being so close to their usual territory, it had somehow evaded detection until recently. According to her father, Thanos' cosmic awareness, this planet was an anomaly, something that defied the usual rules of space and time.
"Commander, we're approaching the planet's atmosphere," an officer reported.
Gamora nodded, her mind racing. Long-term scanning had revealed approximately 30,000 lifeforms on the planet. Each one, according to their sensors, was extraordinarily powerful. What puzzled her further was the shield around the planet, which prevented any detailed scans beyond basic lifeform counts.
She turned her gaze to her sister, Nebula, who was almost vibrating with excitement and bloodlust along with a thirst to prove herself before their father. Nebula's eyes were fixed on the planet below, her fingers twitching around the hilt of her blade.
"Calm yourself, Nebula," Gamora said sternly. "We have no idea what we're dealing with. Father's orders were clear: we are to investigate and secure the planet, but we must be careful."
Nebula sneered, her face twisting with disdain. "We have the combined might of ten million wardogs, a hundred thousand Chitauri, and seven hundred Leviathans. What could possibly stand against us?"
Gamora sighed, knowing her sister's lust for battle often clouded her judgment. "It's not about numbers, Nebula. It's about understanding our enemy. We know nothing about their abilities or their full strength."
A holographic projection flickered to life in front of them, displaying Thanos' stern visage from his throne aboard the Sanctuary. His presence commanded immediate attention and silence across the bridge.
"Gamora, Nebula," Thanos began, his deep voice resonating with authority. "I want to watch your first battle you are going to engage alone in live. Do not close this call. You must proceed with caution. This planet is unlike any other. Its inhabitants are strong, and we have no concrete information on their true capabilities."
Gamora nodded respectfully. "Yes, Father. We will proceed with care."
Nebula, however, could not contain her scorn. "We will crush them, Father. They are but a minor obstacle in our path."
Thanos' eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint in them. "Do not underestimate them, Nebula. Our objective is to secure the planet without destroying it. Its resources are too valuable. Remember, annihilation is not the goal here."
The holographic transmission continued even though Thanos turned off his video feed, and Gamora turned back to her sister. "You heard him. Follow orders."
As the fleet entered the planet's atmosphere, the ships began to descend. Gamora initiated a holographic communication with the planet below, seeking to open a dialogue before the inevitable conflict. The image of Grand Regent Thragg appeared before her, his imposing figure and cold eyes staring back at her.
"I am Gamora, daughter of Thanos, leader of this fleet," she announced. "We come with an offer. Surrender to Thanos' rule and join our empire. You will be spared."
Thragg's expression remained impassive, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Viltrumites do not serve anyone," he declared. "If you attack us, none of you will leave this planet alive."
Gamora's lips curled into a smirk. "We have millions of soldiers and advanced weaponry. You cannot hope to win."
Thragg's voice was steady and unwavering. "Your numbers mean nothing to us. We have faced worse and emerged victorious. Leave now, and you might live to see another day."
The transmission ended abruptly, and Gamora turned to her sister and the rest of the bridge crew. "Prepare for battle. Deploy the Chitauri and the Leviathans."
"Interesting", the calm voice of Thanos echoed in the cabin, "I will not ask why don't use the ships cannon to destroy their headquarters by tracing that call and strike at the head of the snake. I hope you know the consequences of loosing too many of my wardogs."
Both Gamora and Nebula froze for a second but didn't said anything as there was no question in it. They knew their full concentration should be in the coming battle.
Nebula's eyes gleamed with excitement as the Chitauri, riding their flying chariots, began to pour out of the ships, firing plasma rifles and launching a full-scale assault similar to their invasion in any planet. The sky darkened with the swarm of Chitauri soldiers and Leviathans, creating a scene of impending doom.
Anissa
Anissa had to smother her laughter at the green-skinned alien's arrogance to ask the Viltrumites to surrender. The holographic call with Gamora ended predictably, and she turned to Grand Regent Thragg for their orders.
The Grand Regent faced their Commander of Defense, Nolan, and asked, "I have decided to follow your advice for now. This will be a training opportunity for all. You will lead from the front until this war is over and not use The Ring. What is your attack plan?"
Nolan thought for a moment, glancing at his ring as if communing with it. Anissa later realized that it was indeed telepathic communication, and she couldn't help but wonder who the hell had created such powerful relics.
"Regent," Nolan began, "we should divide our numbers in half. Fifteen thousand will be arrayed in the fields outside the capital city. Such a large number will attract the majority of the enemy and help reduce the damage to our beautiful planet. Even our shields over our important assets will not hold forever. The remaining fifteen thousand should be dispersed around the planet for defense and cycled every 24 hours with the men on the fields. Everyone should be allowed to use our speed and strength to the limit, damaging any of the flying units by jumping or throwing others through them. Only blatant flying should be avoided. The ring has informed me that there are no handheld weapons in their possession that can harm us. Only thousands of repetitive strikes to the same spot will cause small burns. The majority of their forces are just rabid beasts."
The Grand Regent considered this for a moment before nodding his approval. "Kregg, spread the order. The news of our empire being gone and even their memories tampered with and only being informed due to Nolan not being affected due to his faster than light flight has led us to be angry. The constant training and no killings and even not being able to fly in space has turned that to blind rage. Here is the solution fate has gifted for us. Let the soldiers know the pleasure of battle and bloodlust. Let them bath themselves in blood and gore." Thragg commanded with a bloodthirsty grin that matched everyone else's, even Nolan's.
On the surface, the Viltrumites stood ready. Nolan, Anissa, Kregg, and Conquest prepared for the fight of their lives. They had trained for five years, honing their abilities for the first time after the cleansing hundreds of years ago, and this would be their first test in this new cursed world.
END
1999
London
Harry Potter stepped into Gringotts, the imposing marble pillars of the wizarding bank gleaming in the soft light of the magical chandeliers. It had been several days since he woke up and completed his preliminary research on the new world, comparing it with his existing knowledge. He was already the heir of House Potter, thanks to Family Magic granting him the heir ring. The only things he needed to know were what other wealth he had and if any other lordships were available to him. In many worlds, he was the heir to House Black, and he wanted the Black resources. Wearing a hoodie with a cap hiding his face, he used a telepathic "ignore me" aura to avoid attracting attention from any wizards or witches.
A goblin with sharp features and an air of authority scrutinized him from behind the counter. "How may I assist you today?" the goblin asked, his voice clipped and businesslike.
"I am Harry Potter, and I need to know about my Potter inheritance and any other claims I have," Harry stated, making his invisible heir ring visible to confirm his identity and intentions.
The goblin raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the ring before nodding. "Very well. Follow me." He led Harry through a series of labyrinthine corridors until they arrived at a dimly lit chamber. In the center of the room stood an ancient stone pedestal with a silver goblet and a sharp, gleaming dagger.
"Place a drop of your blood in the goblet," the goblin instructed. "This will analyze your ancestry."
With a deep breath, Harry pricked his finger with the dagger and let a drop of blood fall into the goblet. The liquid shimmered, and a scroll materialized above it. The goblin reached out and took the scroll, checking the Goblin seal on it. The goblin started walking towards the House Potter handler.
They reached an ornate door with the sign "Senior Goblin Gornuk." They both entered, and the goblin left the sealed parchment with the senior goblin. Harry sat and observed the goblin with his senses. He could feel the magical armor and enchanted items on the goblin and sensed curiosity through his telepathy. If Harry had used Legilimency, even wandlessly, he was sure he would have been caught by the goblins.
"You are indeed the heir to the House of Potter," the goblin said. "But there's more. Since the parchment is sealed, you must open it yourself. I will gather the statements of House Potter."
Harry picked up the parchment and broke the seal. He sighed in defeat as there was no mention of House Black or any relation. The only note was "Son of House Peverell."
The goblin smirked at seeing his disappointment. "So what? Does it only say Heir Potter, and even the great Boy-Who-Lived doesn't have multiple lordships handed down to him?" Harry could feel the smugness in the voice and through his telepathy.
"No," Harry replied calmly. "It also mentions Son of House Peverell."
The reaction was immediate as the smugness Harry sensed was replaced by panic and awe. He could feel the goblin's magic roiling as if preparing for a battle, but the goblin controlled it immediately with a deep breath.
Seeing the goblin's pale face, Harry's curiosity piqued. "What's the significance of the House of Peverell? You seem shocked," he asked.
The goblin cleared his throat, clearly unsettled. "Heir Potter, the Peverells were a powerful and feared family of archmages and magical lords in the wizarding world. Legends say they were the harbingers of Death, capable of great and terrible deeds. There are enough stories of slaughters, immortals suddenly vanishing, and even a god being tamed by them. Whenever a terrible threat rose against this world, there was a Peverell fighting against it or being that threat. The last was the invasion of Frost Giants and the Asgardian war that took place on Earth. The family magic of the Peverells has been dormant for centuries, and no one has been acknowledged as a son of that house. The Goblin Nation had no dealings with them, and we have no vault in that name."
Harry's mind raced with the implications of this revelation. He did not think that the Peverells would have such notoriety in wizarding history.
"Well, it seems to me that my own meeting with that Killing Curse has made this possible. I would, of course, be happy if you do not mention this to anyone until I have revealed it," Harry asked with a calm smile, his presence filling the room.
The goblin paled further before anger appeared on his face. "I will not be threatened by a 10-year-old child in my own office, but I will only inform the Goblin King and no one else," the goblin said.
Harry scrutinized the goblin for a moment but then relaxed and nodded.
The goblin then took the statement to move past the awkwardness. "You have only 700,000 galleons in your vault, which is too little compared to your peers, and various shares in businesses. Your house was almost poor due to your grandfather's spending during the fight against Grindelwald, and your father's funding against the Death Eaters didn't help at all. Almost 200,000 galleons were added by the efforts of your magical guardian, Albus Dumbledore, who allowed your name to be used and published for children around the world. Before you ask, the headmaster has not taken a single knut from your vault and has been paying for your upkeep from his own considerable pockets. Even though your wealth in the wizarding world is abysmal compared to other houses, you are still one of the wealthiest wizards alive due to your holding of 5% of Stark Industries, a leading weapons company in the USA. The shares were given to your grandfather by Howard Stark for seed money and their relationship, with voting rights still with the Starks for which a hefty sum is paid yearly by the Starks. The liquid assets generated from Stark Industries holdings are reinvested in fixed income sources automatically, and you have almost 25 million dollars in various accounts."
Harry, expecting only a small amount of wealth, was surprised and glad about the holding in Stark Industries, which would only grow when Tony Stark became Iron Man. It would also be a connection with the genius to collaborate on future projects.
After some thoughts, Harry said, "I want to liquidate my galleons and convert them into dollars or pounds. Then, invest the money in Wayne Enterprises, Amazon, Lex Corp, Rand Industries, Queen Consolidated, Facebook, and Twitter. I will, of course, specify the amounts after the conversion is done, which will take some time, I guess? Also, if possible, invest in the Firebolt brooms."
The goblin nodded. "Yes, converting such amounts will take time. Luckily, we service the Muggle world too, and there is no legal trouble for converting such amounts."
Harry then requested to visit the Potter family vault. The goblin escorted him down a series of twisting tunnels, finally stopping at a massive door adorned with the Potter crest of a Griffin. With a touch of his hand, the door creaked open, revealing a pile of coins, books, and other knick-knacks.
The vault was filled with many artifacts, and he didn't have the time to look through manually. He used his telekinesis to feel through every artifact. Seeing nothing interesting, he was ready to leave when he came across a worn, leather-bound diary on a bookshelf. Telekinetically summoning and opening it, he discovered it belonged to his mother, Lily Potter. Her neat handwriting filled the pages, detailing her research and experiments. Flipping through every page quickly while his memory cache partition concentrated entirely on the diary to store it in his memory, one entry caught his attention immediately: a formula to make potions non-lethal for Muggles and a revolutionary idea to transform them into pill form for easier use and sale to the Muggle world. There were also notes on hair potions, suggesting they could be marketed as gels, bridging the magical and Muggle worlds.
Harry immediately stopped flipping and read through every page mentioning the revolutionary idea, grinning madly at how much this would help in his plans. His mind buzzed with possibilities as he carefully tucked the diary into his bag. His mother had been brilliant, and her work would help him change the world according to his vision. He felt a small pang of sadness about using his mother's work for profit, but he scoffed as he squashed the feeling. He left the bank happier than when he had entered.
That evening, under the cover of his invisibility cloak's magic, Harry visited the Burrow, the home of the Weasley family. He navigated the cozy, cluttered house silently, his telepathic field already identifying the traitorous rat who had betrayed his parents.
In the dim light of the kitchen, Harry spotted Scabbers, Ron Weasley's pet rat. Without any gentleness, he took control of the rat's mind and told it to run outside. The rat obeyed without any resistance.
As Peter entered his vision, Harry grabbed the rat telekinetically and knocked the man out, planting the idea that he was a rat and nothing more. He threw Peter into an unbreakable cage and placed the cage inside his expandable trunk.
For the next five days, Harry focused on recuperating. He consumed potions and food, gradually restoring his strength until he felt healthy and strong, like a typical ten-year-old boy. But his mind was already on his next task: exploring the Chamber of Secrets, as it was the only lead he had for claiming the Lord Peverell mantle and finding the gift from Lady Death.
Authors Note: I first thought to just have Viltrum portions here and next chapter entirely Harry portion, but since it will readers with more time with cliff hangers, I thought to do have both time period simultaneously so that next chapter will also have Viltrum War portions.
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