Fiendfyre hissed and snapped towards the repentant potions teacher, tears pouring down his face as he realised he had been manipulated once more by Dumbledore. Lily, the love of his life, stood opposite him, drowning in horror at the fact she had just signed the death sentence for someone who had only been manipulated and controlled, magically, into doing what he had done in the past.
Screams resounded through the room as many students dropped to the ground, fear of the flames driving them to seek cover. It was during this mass search for protecting that Harry called upon the dimensional energies of the mirror dimension. A wave of reality pulsed out from him at the speed of light, consuming the fire in its entirety. It was there, in the boundless realm of reflections, that the hellish flames were snuffed out.
Those students of higher years that were still watching gasped in surprise whilst Freya simply smiled towards her protégé as he exhaled slowly.
"Good job Harry, aren't you glad that I forced you to learn dimensional magics?" He grimaced, remembering an entire week of being waterboarded inside the mirror dimension and the force dimension.
That memory faded just as quickly as it came however as he watched his mother drop to her knees, crying, whilst staring at Snape. Within seconds agitation and confusion was abandoned for the warm embrace of his parents who were supposed to be dead.
He ran... He ran until he slammed into his mothers back and burst into tears. Whether they were happy tears or sad tears, no one would know, but at least he had his parents back. For the first time in his entire life he could hug his mother... He could see the love shining in her eyes as she looked at him and feel the comfort and protection of someone who loved him unconditionally.
Lily and James quickly collapsed onto their boy, tears and sniffled filling the air. Snape was all but forgotten whilst Dumbledore writhed on the floor before Freya, his eyes glowing in hatred and disgust.
"NO! NO! THIS IS NOT MEANT TO HAPPEN! HE IS MY WEAPON!!!!"
*SLAP*
"Shut up asshole." The butt of Freya's stave smashed into the head of the old wizard, knocking him unconscious. Every faculty member watched this with a placid stare and a mild hint of euphoria.
In the past Freya had revealed to them the extent of the old fool's machinations... Now the consequences of his own actions were coming home to roost.
"Hah... Anyway... Surprise!!! Hope you enjoyed your birthday present Harry!" The boy broke off his hug for a second to look at his master with exasperation and a hint of familial affection.
"T-thank you." His eyes were puffy and red, streams of tears were tracking down his face until they eventually pitter-pattered against the stone floor.
"No problems kid, just spend time with your parents whilst I go bring this asshole to Australia for charges" He went to respond but was silenced by Freya as she psychically pushed him into his parents embrace again.
...
After the hubbub for the night the staff quickly sent all the students to their dorms, the vast majority of them giddy or shocked by the happenings of the night. Wizarding Britain would reel from this 'attack', no doubt, but that was for tomorrow...
Freya had dragged the unconscious body of Dumbledore behind her through the air. The old coot looked completely peaceful as the levitation spell softly swept wind through his beard and hair. The route out of Hogwarts was rather simple for Freya, her supernatural senses and magical enhancements easily guiding her through the maze-like corridors and hallways of Hogwarts.
Numerous paintings gawked at the sight of a headmaster being restrained magically behind one of the teachers, medieval knights and cliché-looking witches gasping and conversing as her lights worked their way through the passageways.
Eventually she reached the exterior landing of the astronomy tower. The sky was alight with sparkling starlight and crisp with the breeze of the Atlantic Ocean. All around the two one could see telescopes and varying magical devices that were used for stargazing and alignment detection. A tapestry of star patterns swirled above in a similar enchantment to the main hall's sky. It was here that the wards of Hogwarts narrowed to such a point that teleportation was possible.
"Let's get you to a trial..." She spoke to no one in particular, her eyes staring into the middle distance as she sought out the pocket of dimensional energy that the walkway of Freyavellir thrived off of.
In an instant and with the sound of something wet being sucked through a tube the two arch mages vanished, a door way appearing, swallowing them, and then fading into fading blue fire.
...
Meanwhile... In the main hall...
Snape panted painfully as his magic slowly ate away at the potions within his body. All of his senses were curling as if paper from an exposed flame. His head throbbed and a sepulchral taste of decay permeated his nose. It was clear that he had been forced under an enchantment and not a small one.
Kneeling upon the floor he stared at his one and only love. She was as resplendent as the day he had fucked up and called her a mud-blood. Her crimson wave of hair framed pale alabaster skin with cute clusters of freckles adding depth to her cheeks. A cord of yearning and pain tugged at his heart before a single tear slid from his eyes. There was zero chance he would ever get to be with her and that hurt more than he could ever explain or show.
No, the only solace he received was that she was cared for and looked after by her husband, despite James Potter being that man. He looked to the small boy that was shaking in their grasp, the boy who he had been terrible to all because of that bearded fucking prick. Logically he understood that he was focussing on another emotion to distract himself from the gnawing pain of a lost love but he rolled with the transition. At this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to slowly roast Dumbledore over a spit and scorch his flesh off with Fiendfyre.
He made no movements however, simply staying in place as he observed the changes in the room almost as keenly as the changes within himself. The enchantment had been deeply imbedded and almost passively omnipresent for his entire life at Hogwarts... Since the day before he called the love of his life a mud-blood. 'Fucker!' A realisation came to him...
Dumbledore had fed him a potion the day before he went through with that act... He hadn't done anything for himself since he was a child and his every move was dictated explicitly by the man. More tears slid down his stoic face as he mourned not just for the loss of a love but also his own life. There was no way to get back almost twenty years of life and decision making.
He closed his eyes and contained his trauma within the folds of his Occlumency, the shields straining under the life-changing heap of pain, abuse, loss and horror. Even the memories of him and Lily at school failed to sooth the sheer level of damage done to him...
"Snivellus...?" The voice of Potter spoke up but he ignored him as his chest heaved in pain. Who cared about petty rivalry and stupid nicknames when you were experiencing an existential crisis?
"Sn- Snape...?" Potter spoke again, his words falling on deaf ears.
A minute passed in horror for the potions professor, his every action and emotion over these long years twisting and writhing as his true personality asserted itself over the false persona magic had carved within his psyche. The moments of tormenting Harry when he would have actually given him lessons after school or attempted to teach him properly. His time at Hogwarts as a student flooding with black and white as he wished to change the spells he used upon the innocent... He was like his father under the influence of the magic... That, truly, terrified him.
"Severus." He opened his bloodshot eyes, the love of his life standing before him... Or was she actually the one he loved? How could he tell anymore...?
"Y-ye-yes?" Despite all stoic traits screaming that he sounded weak he hiccupped out his question.
"We forgive you..." Two light brushes against his mental shields informed him of their entry into his mind, their knowledge of what was happening being as detailed as his own understanding.
He simply cried. Cried for a life he was unable to live again. Cried for the damage he had done at the behest of that wretched man... Cried for the forgiveness that his former nemesis and love gave him.
...
Inside the Reality Engine...
Deep inside the galaxy of SWTOR guilds were finally building massive fortress planets and guild halls.
On Mandalore a mountain-range spanning construct was under construction, the droid work force and normal workforce working hand in hand to slowly build the foundation. Turbo lasers and proton torpedo batteries sprinkled the nearby mountaintops, deflector arrays layering behind them in hundreds of layers.
Transport speeders and ships flew through the large mountain range, depositing hundreds of tonnes of material with every stop. Everything from Durasteel to Plascrete was circulating the construction site as two massive Keldabe-Class Battleships hung in low orbit, their imposing shape piercing out of the fluffy white clouds above.
It was on the bridge of one of these Battleships that Yuna stood, her break for the day almost over. She had taken some time in the last few days to reassert her power and influence over the Mandalorians, the new project something that she had begun after hearing about the players in the Sith Empire and Republic gaining interest in her sector of space.
Honestly, in comparison to the real world, this lacked in importance for her... But it was fun commanding people around and building cool ass mountain-range-sized structures that could probably decimate her capital ship with a few rounds of fire. It was cathartic for her after having to cleanse twenty cities in America alone...
"Mandalore." A buff Mandalorian intoned behind her, his Beskar armour gleaming in the low light of the chamber.
"Yes?" She turned to face him, her 'T' shaped helmet tilting to the side slightly.
"We have reports that a Sith exploration party will soon make contact with one of the outer systems of our sector." The man paused for a second, his body language screaming that he wanted to voice his opinions.
"You have more to say?" He nodded.
"Go ahead then..." She put down her data-slate and gave him her full attention.
"Mandalore, I would like to request reassignment."
She paused for a time, considering the culture and methodology of the people she had taken over. Eventually she nodded.
"Sure, I will place you with the Recluse. There you will be given command of the ship and orders to destroy every Sith and Republic ship that invades our borders; after warning them to retreat."
She couldn't see his face but she could tell he was happy with this new post.
"Go get ready then, I'll inform the Recluse." He slammed his right arm over his chest before turning and running away.
'I love these games.' She looked out into space, watching the three orbital ship yards work away on the twelve new destroyer-class vessels that she had discovered blueprints for.
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