Harry was dreaming again. He found himself in the familiar bizarre star field with drifting clouds of multicolored mist swirling around him, a vast expanse of darkness pierced by distant flickering lights. The place hummed with that same familiar ancient energy.
Harry looked around, rubbing his hands.
"Well, I guess I see that majestic serpent again today," he muttered to himself. "Gotta say, it's been a while."
A faint slithering sound came from behind him.
Harry turned around with enthusiasm.
The majestic serpent glided toward him, scales shimmering with iridescent cosmic colors, leaving trails of stardust in its wake. Its luminous green eyes regarded him curiously.
Harry stared at it for a second, and then walked closer softly.
"Merlin... I had forgotten how beautiful you are..."
The serpent lowered its head. Harry reached out and touched its snout. The moment his fingers made contact, the creature's body flared with blinding light.
When the light faded, the serpent was gone.
In its place stood a woman of breathtaking, almost unfair beauty. Her hair wasn't just violet — it shifted softly through hues of indigo, lavender, and starlight. Her eyes were a deep, piercing blue. Her skin was pale as fresh snow, and her presence made the entire dream-realm feel like it was holding its breath.
Harry stared at her for two full seconds.
Then he let out the longest, most exhausted sigh of his life.
"Oh, how surprising," he said in the driest tone imaginable, like a man watching rain fall during monsoon season. "Another goddess. Wow. Never seen that before. Truly groundbreaking stuff."
The woman blinked, clearly caught off guard by his complete lack of awe.
Harry shoved his hands into his pockets. "So… what should I call you? And before you do the whole mysterious reveal thing — let me guess. You're the goddess of space and time, right?"
Her luminous eyes widened in genuine surprise.
A soft, melodic chuckle escaped her. "My name is Sasha," she said, voice like distant bells woven through starlight. "And yes… I am the goddess of space and time."
Harry nodded slowly, as if confirming a mildly disappointing weather forecast. "Cool. Nice to meet you, Sasha. You're very pretty. Twenty out of ten. Would compliment more but I've already gotten used to divine beauty while dealing with Embera, Nozdrega, Nature, and Praesidius. So I would say your timing is a bit late."
Sasha's lips twitched. She tried to maintain some divine dignity but failed miserably as another laugh slipped out.
"You are… not like the others who meet me," she said, tilting her head. Her shifting hair caught the starlight beautifully. "Most mortals fall to their knees. Some cry. A few try to propose."
"Yeah, well, most of them aren't around divine beauties much, I guess," Harry replied, completely deadpan. "You can say I have been desensitized towards the divine by your friends."
Sasha stepped closer, studying him with open fascination. She brushed against his mind again — gentle, vast, curious — and saw everything. His life. His previous dreams. The other goddesses.
Her eyes sparkled with delight.
"You behave just like him," she murmured, smiling. "Exactly like him."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "There's that 'him' again. You lot really love being cryptic, don't you?"
Sasha laughed outright this time, a bright, ringing sound that made the multicoloured mists dance.
"Yup," Harry sighed. "Knew it. Look, Sasha. Lovely to meet you and all, but was it you who shut down my 1:100 time-dilated dimension? Because that was something I really liked."
Sasha's smile turned playful. "You were accelerating time too aggressively. Some doors should not be opened too early… even for you, little Herald."
"Little Herald," Harry repeated dryly. "Great. Another nickname. Just what I needed. At this rate I'm going to need a spreadsheet to keep track of them all."
Sasha's laughter filled the dream-realm again. She seemed genuinely entertained by his complete refusal to be impressed.
"You are refreshing," she said, eyes twinkling. "Most beings tremble before me. You look like you want to file a complaint."
"I do," Harry said seriously. "The customer service for divine visitations is terrible. No warning. No appointment. Just bam. Goddess in my dream. Zero stars. Would not recommend."
Sasha smiled, looking nostalgic of all things. "You always did find the 'majestic' parts of us to be the most tedious. You preferred us when we were just... us."
Harry rubbed his temples with both hands, letting out a long, suffering sigh, deciding to completely ignore that cryptic statement. "Anyways, now that you have invaded my dreams again… No, maybe I invaded your realm, not the other way around… Well, who cares. It's not like I can enter or leave whenever I want." He dropped his hands and looked at her with the same casual expression he used when asking Ron to pass the butterbeer. "So, mind teaching me some space-time magic? Or maybe giving some pointers?"
Sasha blinked at him, momentarily stunned into silence.
Then she laughed again, louder this time, clutching her sides as if she hadn't heard anything so ridiculous in several millennia.
"You… you just asked the Goddess of Space and Time for pointers," she managed between laughs, wiping a tear of starlight from her eye. "Like I'm your Arithmancy tutor who forgot to set homework."
Harry shrugged, completely unbothered. "Well, you're here. Might as well make use of the visit. I've been experimenting on my own, but the 1:100 dimension collapsed pretty fast. Figured the actual expert might have a few tips."
Sasha shook her head, still smiling widely. "Most mortals would beg for power, immortality, or forbidden knowledge. You just want study notes."
"I already have enough power," Harry replied dryly. "And I'm pretty sure my power will keep increasing indefinitely, so I don't think I'm in such a hurry. I'd rather have some solid foundational material from the goddess of space-time herself."
"Might just help me in mastering that branch of magic."
Sasha stared at him for a long moment, her blue eyes flickering with starlight as she studied the boy standing so casually before her. Then she let out a soft, almost fond sigh.
"No," she said gently. "I will not give you pointers on space-time magic."
Harry blinked. "Wait, what? Why not?"
"Because you are already far ahead of what any mortal should know," Sasha replied, her voice warm but firm. "You are stumbling through concepts that even lesser gods hesitate to touch. Teaching you more right now would be like handing a child a supernova and hoping he doesn't burn down the universe."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Sasha raised a hand, cutting him off with a small smile.
"However," she continued, "since you and that old man have been working so hard to build life in the dimension you created… I will give you something better."
She stepped closer and gently pressed two fingers against Harry's forehead. A flood of intricate, glowing knowledge poured into his mind — elegant, complete, and breathtakingly beautiful.
"This spell," Sasha said softly, "will allow you to create entire environments. Complete biomes. Forests, oceans, mountains, skies… and yes, living beings that belong to those environments. Plants, animals, insects — all of it, born naturally from the spell itself. No more transporting fragile life across dimensions. You can simply grow what you need."
Harry's eyes widened. For the first time in the entire dream, genuine excitement flashed across his face.
"Whoa," he breathed. "That's… actually perfect. We've been worrying about ecological collapse for months. This changes everything."
Sasha's smile turned knowing. "I thought you might like it."
Harry's expression brightened just a fraction. "Great. Appreciate it. So, about that 1:100 collapse — was it the anchoring runes or the temporal bleed I messed up? Because I thought I had the feedback loop stabilized, but clearly something went sideways."
Sasha floated a little closer, her presence making the surrounding mists shimmer and part respectfully. "Both, actually. You were trying to brute-force stability with raw power instead of elegance. Space and time are not hammers, little Herald. They are… dance partners. You have to listen to them, not just order them around."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Says the goddess who shut down my entire project without even leaving a note."
"I left a very polite cosmic warning," Sasha replied primly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You simply chose to ignore it."
"Yeah, well, your warnings are a bit dramatic. Next time try sending an owl. Or at least a strongly worded letter."
Sasha laughed again, delighted. "You are impossible. Utterly, refreshingly impossible. Very well. Pay attention."
She raised one elegant hand, and the dream-realm around them shifted. The drifting mists condensed into glowing threads of silver and violet, weaving themselves into complex, ever-moving patterns.
"Time is not a straight line," she explained, voice taking on a gentle teaching tone. "It is a river with countless branches, eddies, and hidden currents. Your 1:100 attempt was like trying to dam the entire river with a single plank. Impressive brute force, but fundamentally flawed."
Harry watched the glowing threads intently, eyes sharp despite his earlier exhaustion. "So instead of forcing a fixed ratio, I need to create a self-regulating loop that adjusts to the natural flow?"
"Exactly." Sasha's smile widened. "You're quick. Dangerously quick. No wonder my sisters are so fond of you."
"Well, how can anyone not be fond of me?" Harry replied, tilting his head and giving her the most pathetic, wide-eyed puppy-dog expression he could manage. "I'm adorable. I bring snacks to other dimensions. I'm basically a cosmic golden retriever."
Sasha stared at him for half a second.
Then she burst out laughing again — bright, unrestrained peals that made the surrounding mists swirl into chaotic, colourful whirlpools. She actually had to clutch her sides, shoulders shaking as starlight tears glittered at the corners of her eyes.
"A cosmic golden retriever," she wheezed, wiping her eyes. "Oh, I am going to tell Embera that exact line. She will never let you live it down."
Harry dropped the puppy face and shrugged, completely unrepentant. "Well it's not like she ever lets me live anything down anyway. Speaking of, I haven't been to her realm in a while. Anyway, you can throw me there without ending my dream? Would be nice to see her again."
Sasha raised an elegant eyebrow, still chuckling. "You want me to open a portal to the Fire Goddess's realm… while you're still dreaming?"
"Yeah. Multitasking." Harry gave her a hopeful look. "While you're at it, can you give me some marshmallows as well? I just got the idea of trying chaos fire s'mores."
Sasha stared at him.
Then she dissolved into another fit of laughter, bending over slightly as the dream-realm itself seemed to shake with her amusement. The multicoloured mists around them spun faster, sparkling like delighted fireworks.
"You… you want to roast marshmallows in the heart of eternal cosmic flame," she managed between laughs, "and you're asking me — the Goddess of Space and Time — to play delivery witch for your midnight snack?"
Harry spread his hands innocently. "I mean, if you're offering divine intervention anyway…"
Sasha shook her head, grinning so widely her starlit eyes crinkled. "You are the most ridiculous mortal I have ever encountered. Fine. Hold still."
She flicked her fingers. A soft ripple passed through the dream-realm, and a small woven basket filled with perfectly plump, snow-white marshmallows appeared in Harry's hands.
"Embera's favourites," Sasha said, still smiling. "Try not to set yourself on fire. Again."
Harry grinned, already poking one experimentally. "No promises. Last time was a punishment from Embera."
With another graceful wave, Sasha opened a shimmering doorway of swirling violet and silver light beside them. Through it, Harry could see the familiar blazing beauty of Embera's fire realm — rivers of liquid starfire, floating islands of molten crystal, and the distant silhouette of the phoenix-goddess herself turning toward the portal with a look of delighted surprise.
"Go on then, cosmic golden retriever," Sasha teased, gently pushing him toward the doorway. "Try not to cause another interdimensional incident. And tell Embera I said hello… and that you're still her favourite stray."
"Well, I'm every goddesses favourite stray nowadays." Harry muttered to himself, as he hopped into the portal, Sasha's laughter following him through it.
The violet doorway swirled shut behind him, leaving Sasha alone in the dream-realm. She shook her head, still smiling softly.
"So much like him," she murmured to the stars sadly. "Just like him."
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Harry woke up slowly in his penthouse within the city of the time-dilated dimension.
The room was quiet, bathed in the soft, perpetual golden light that filtered through the windows. He lay on the wide bed for a moment, staring at the gently shifting patterns on the ceiling, letting the last fragments of the dream fade away. Sasha's laughter still echoed faintly in his mind, and so did Embera's voice. Well at least he scored that environment creating spell.
He sat up, stretched, and ran a hand through his messy hair. Outside, in normal time, barely an hour had passed. Inside, he had rested deeply for nearly eight hours and spent several more experimenting with Ginny's core-boosting theory. The time dilation was proving invaluable.
"Alright," he muttered, swinging his legs off the bed. "Back to the real world."
With that he made his way out of the portal, and then apparated straight to the main living hall of Moonstone Dunvegan.
The moment he appeared, he knew something was different.
The entire room was buzzing with electric energy. Hermione was pacing rapidly in front of the transparent wall, talking so fast her words were practically tripped over each other. Dumbledore sat in his usual chair, eyes bright with unmistakable delight. Dan stood beside him, looking stunned. Daphne, Bellatrix, and Sinistra were clustered together, all speaking at once with wide-eyed excitement.
"—and it can target any cell, literally any cell—" Hermione was saying, gesturing wildly with both hands. "Cancer, genetic disorders, curse damage—everything! You just isolate the bad ones and leave the healthy ones untouched! It's perfect! It's—"
She spotted Harry and froze mid-sentence, her face lighting up like she had just seen Christmas come early.
"Harry!"
Everyone turned toward him at once.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with unrestrained joy. "Ah, Harry. Perfect timing. It seems your presence has inspired your friends in quite remarkable ways."
Harry blinked, looking around at the unusually hyped group. "Okay… what's the occasion? Did someone finally invent self-cleaning socks or something?"
Hermione practically bounced over to him, grabbing both his hands. Her words came out in a breathless rush.
"Pansy... Singularis.. Cells.. any cell.. cancer.. Harry, she made a spell that can target individual cells! Any number, anywhere in the body, with perfect precision! We can cure cancer, Harry. Actual cancer. All of it. Every kind!"
Harry froze.
For a long second, he simply stared at her, his usual calm mask cracking completely. The word "cancer" hit him like a Bludger to the chest. In his previous life, that single word had taken everything from him. He had watched helplessly as it slowly destroyed the people he loved most, powerless to do anything but hold their hands while modern medicine failed them.
And now… here… one of his friends had just created something that could erase that horror entirely.
His voice came out quieter than he intended. "She… what?"
Dumbledore stood up, smiling gently. "Miss Parkinson has created a spell called Singularis. It allows the caster to isolate and target any specific cells in the body with absolute precision. Miss Granger is quite correct. Its potential is staggering."
Harry's heart was beating unusually fast. He looked from Hermione's ecstatic face to the excited expressions of everyone else in the room, and a slow, genuine smile spread across his own.
"Pansy did that?" he asked, almost disbelieving. "Pansy Parkinson?"
Hermione nodded vigorously, still holding his hands. "She was so nervous showing it to us! And I may have… run through the halls screaming for you."
Harry let out a short, stunned laugh. "Of course you did."
He shook his head, the smile widening into something brighter, almost fierce with pride and excitement. This wasn't just a breakthrough. This was personal. Deeply, painfully personal.
"Where is she?" he asked. "I need to see this spell. Right now."
Daphne spoke up from the side, grinning. "Professor Snape already dragged her off to the Ministry to patent it in her name. He looked ready to hex anyone who tried to delay it."
Harry's smile softened into something warm and proud. "Good. She deserves every bit of credit."
He looked around at the group again, still processing the sheer magnitude of what Pansy had created. For the first time in a long while, the weight of his old world felt just a little lighter.
"Well," he said, voice steady but eyes shining, "looks like we're going to need a much bigger medical wing."
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, the twinkle in his gaze sharpening with unmistakable excitement. "And on that note, Harry… you mentioned you might have gotten hold of something as well?"
Harry opened his mouth, the words about the new environment-creation spell already forming on his tongue. But then he paused.
No.
This moment belonged to Pansy. She had worked for this. She had created something extraordinary through her own effort, her own brilliance. He had simply been handed a gift from a goddess in a dream. It wouldn't be right to steal even a fraction of the spotlight from her right now.
Harry chuckled softly and shook his head, the decision made in an instant.
"I'll tell you about it later," he said lightly, waving a hand as if it were nothing important. "Right now we should celebrate. This is huge. Pansy just gave the world a real chance to fight back against some of its worst monsters. That deserves a proper party."
He glanced around the room, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. "Professor... would you accompany me somewhere? I think I know exactly what we should get for this celebration."
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose with delighted interest. "Lead the way, my boy."
Harry stepped forward and offered his hand. The moment Dumbledore took it, the world folded silently around them.
They reappeared on a windswept icy ridge in Svalbard.
The cold hit like a living thing. Sharp, biting, and merciless. Snow whipped across a jagged, white landscape frozen under a brilliant early-April sky. Though it was mid-afternoon the sung hung remarkably low on the southern horizon, casting a blinding, golden-white glare across the miles of pack ice and throwing long, deep violet shadows over the glacial peaks.
Dumbledore drew in a sharp breath, his robes fluttering violently in the freezing wind. Even with all his power, the sudden raw bite of the polar day made him shiver.
Harry simply waved his hand in a casual arc. A perfect sphere of warm, golden air bloomed around them, cutting off the wind and cold as neatly as a door closing. The temperature inside the cocoon became pleasantly mild, like a spring evening.
"Extraordinary," Dumbledore murmured. "Why have you brought us here, Harry?"
Harry grinned, looking out over the frozen sea, squinting against the light with clear anticipation.
"Because it's a party," he said simply. "And what better way to celebrate than with something truly special? We're here for the magical seafood, Professor."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with sudden understanding. He studied the waters below, then let out a soft, knowing chuckle.
"Let me guess," he said, voice rich with amusement. "You are after the Glacial Dread-Maw?"
Harry's grin widened. "Not only that. I also want some Midnight Sun Permafrost Lobsters. Fresh ones. The blue shells should be glowing nicely tonight."
He looked out over the endless sheets of ice, but the blinding, golden-white reflection off the frozen sea instantly caught him off guard, forcing him to squint tightly against the brutal UV glare.
Snap.
Dumbledore casually snapped his fingers. Instantly, a cool, translucent amethyst tint washed over the air directly in front of Harry's eyes, acting as a perfect, floating shield that neutralized the punishing brightness. At the same time, the Headmaster's own half-moon spectacles shimmered with an identical, protective deep-blue film.
Harry blinked, his vision instantly clearing. "Oh... that's better. Thanks"
Dumbledore gave a small nod, already scanning the ice-choked waters with interest. "Shall we begin?"
They moved together along the ridge until they reached a spot where the ice shelf dropped sharply into deep, dark water. Harry crouched at the edge, eyes narrowed.
"The Dread-Maw usually hunts near the pressure ridges," he said quietly. "Big ones like to stay under the thickest ice."
Dumbledore stood beside him, "Yes indeed. Although the lobsters cluster near the bioluminescent vents closer to shore. I suggest we get the shark first."
Harry nodded. "I'll get the shark, Professor. Why don't you get those lobsters? Although I never understood why they're called lobsters, considering they behave more like shrimps. I think eighty of them should do. There are probably thousands in a single colony, so we won't even be making any irreversible damage."
Dumbledore smiled warmly, adjusting his traveling cloak. "A marvelous division of labor, my boy. I shall return shortly with our crustacean guests."
With a gentle swirl of his robes, the Headmaster Apparated away, his magical presence vanishing over the frozen horizon, leaving Harry entirely alone on the ice shelf.
Harry let his magical energy seep outward, sinking deep into the freezing water and spreading beneath the ice like invisible ink. For a few moments there was only silence and the distant howl of polar wind.
Then he saw it. The massive shape moved slowly beneath a thick pressure ridge, its iridescent ice-like scaled perfectly camouflaged. Thirty-five feet of pure Arctic predator.
Harry extended his arm toward the water, fingers curling slightly. With a sharp, sudden pull of his arm, the ocean exploded. A massive geyser of slush and black water erupted into the air as the thirty-five foot shark was violently wrenched from the deep by an invisible hook.
Then a flash of vivid green light hit the shark and the Dread-Maw went limp instantly, its massive body slamming onto the ice shelf with a heavy thud.
Harry walked over to the massive carcass without a change in his expression. Standing a few paces back, he casually raised his hand and drew a single, lightning-fast line in the air with his index finger—a sharp horizontal slice right across the space where the beast's neck lay.
There was no sound, no flash of light, and no collateral damage to the surrounding ice. Just a flawless, invisible edge that bypassed the armored, glacier-hard scales entirely.
A millisecond later, the shark's massive head slid cleanly away from the torso, severed in a single, impossibly perfect cross-section. A dark pool of thick blood spilled out, staining the white snow.
He casually levitated the giant head and dropped it back into the water, watching it sink silently back into the black depths of the ocean.
A minute later, Dumbledore reappeared with a satisfied expression, levitating a large, shimmering crate filled with glowing sky-blue lobsters whose shells pulsed with faint green aurora-like ribbons.
"Eighty exactly," the old wizard said cheerfully. "Beautiful specimens too. They practically sang when I collected them."
Then his eyes fell on the massive thirty-five-foot Glacial Dread-Maw lying on the ice. Or rather, what remained of it.
The creature's head was gone. The cut across its thick, glacier-hard neck was impossibly clean — a single, perfectly straight line so precise and elegant that it looked as though the shark had been sliced by a surgeon's scalpel rather than raw magic. Not a single scale was chipped. Not a drop of blood had sprayed wildly. The wound was almost… artistic.
Dumbledore's eyebrows rose slowly. He studied the severed cross-section for a long moment, his expression shifting from mild surprise to quiet, genuine appreciation.
"My word," he murmured. "That is an exceptionally refined Severing Charm, Harry. The control… the economy of power. To achieve such a clean cut through armour like that without any collateral tearing or explosive force… remarkable. Truly remarkable."
Harry shrugged modestly, already waving his hand to create a shimmering magical containment field around the massive carcass. "It's just a matter of focus. No point wasting energy on flash when precision does the job better."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with quiet approval. "Indeed. There is great elegance in restraint."
With another casual gesture, Harry contained the entire Dread-Maw in a temporal barrier and slipped it neatly into his subspace pouch. The colossal shark vanished as if it had never existed. Dumbledore did the same with his crate of lobsters, tucking the glowing container away with a small flick of his wrist.
"Shall we?" Harry asked, offering his hand once more.
Dumbledore took it with a warm smile. "By all means."
The world folded silently around them again.