INNOVATOR; Epilogue: Dream of an Innovator

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“I am Talking.” 

‘I am Thinking’

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All good things must come to an end, but the memories remain forever...

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INNOVATOR

-Dev Sagittarius Black

~Epilogue~

~~Dream of an Innovator~~

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“So you’ll be there for one more week, eh?” 

“I have to. There’s this new magical fun zone that will open on Wednesday, and Fleur wants to try it out before we return. They say they even have a few special offers that are only available to couples.” The other man grinned, “Maybe you should join us with Daph. How long has it been since you took her on a vacation?”

“We returned from Paris two days ago, and last I checked, she was tired enough to just sleep through the week.” Harry smiled, “And Lily’s school is going to open Thursday onwards, so have fun.”

“Pshaw. As if a school would ever stop a ‘god’ from going on vacation.”

“For the last time, you dunderhead, I am human.”

“Not for those who saw what you did, nope.” Blaise grinned at his friend’s frustrations. “You summoned literal demons who listened to you, not to mention you literally returned from being dead! DEAD!!” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know, no need to scream my head off.” Harry waved off the Italian lord. “And those weren’t demons; they were weapons.”

“Tell that to the countries that have banned your entry.” Zabini chuckled loudly. “Imagine being the most powerful, influential, and richest person alive, and yet not being able to visit a country because the government has declared you alone as a nation-level threat.”

Harry just shook his head at that; he still didn’t know why a few European and African countries had banned his entry. It wasn’t much, and one meeting with their leaders would have the countries kissing his arse, but he didn’t do that because doing so simply meant that he was giving in to their demands and would start working for them.

And if there was one rule that he followed religiously, it was: Harry Potter never works for anyone. Simple. 

“So, how’s your little menace?” Blaise brought his attention back to their conversation. “Last I heard, she was visiting her grandmother.” 

“That was two weeks ago, Zabini.” Harry smiled. “They returned pretty soon after that, and Anastasia was quite surprised to see the entirety of the land surrounding the Greengrass Manor decorated just for her birthday.” 

“I bet she was happier about Lily being there for her birthday than any of that extravagant decor.” Blaise grinned, “All the grans love their grandchildren. You wouldn’t believe me how many times Lady Delacour had asked us about the ‘next generation’.” 

“Well, get to work, tiger.” Harry chuckled at the way Blaise shook his head in the negative. 

“It’s just been six months, dude; we plan on enjoying our honeymoon a bit longer before we decide to get worry lines like you and Daph. Hell, you already look like you’re about to kill the boy who would dare to ask Lily out for a date.” 

“You know I would.” Harry just gave a nonchalant shrug. “No one will ever be good enough for my Lily.”

“Poor girl would end up becoming one of those depressed old cat ladies because no guy would ever have the balls to date the daughter of a god.” Blaise gave a dramatic sigh and grinned when he saw Harry pinch the bridge of his nose.

“For the last time, Zabini, I am—Hey, Fleur.” Harry smiled as his eyes fell on the buxom veela who entered Blaise’s room. “How’s it going? Blaise here tells me you guys will stay in Belgium for one more week.”

“Oui,” she nodded, “We plan on viziting a muzeum tomorrow. Eet eez zaid to ‘old a few trinkets used by Madame Papillonlisse! Can you believe eet?!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Madame Brie Papillonlisse?” Harry asked her, “The first headmistress and one of the founders of Beauxbatons?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise when Fleur nodded.

“Harry, no…” Blaise tried to interrupt as he saw the glimmer of happiness in his wife’s eyes.

“That is indeed a rare opportunity for you. Do tell how it was—”

“Harry, please.”

“ —alright?” Harry grinned, completely ignoring his friend’s pleas, and focused on Fleur. “Si ce sont les vrais, alors Tori et Daph aimeraient les visiter.”

“Connaissez-vous Madame Papillonlisse?!” Fleur asked him in French, “I told zis to Blaise, and ‘e didn’t even care!” She wrinkled her nose at her husband before she turned to Harry, and the two started conversing rapidly in her mother tongue.

Blaise just looked once at her excited wife and then at the smug innovator; he knew his best friend was purposefully doing this just to pay him back for all the remarks and teases he threw at the innovator.

Harry always knew how to get to Fleur, and then the reclusive mastermind would offhandedly throw some remarks about something or other, and Fleur would keep talking about it for the rest of the day until Blaise either did what Harry had subtly hinted or he fell asleep. 

Usually it was the former, as Fleur knew her way around her husband’s heart, and Blaise was a man who always wanted to see his wife smiling happily. 

In the end he just leaned back in his chair, trying his best to use his sparse knowledge of the French tongue to understand what new plot his best friend and wife were cooking up together. 

‘Nerds,’ Blaise shook his head. ‘No wonder Daph and I click so well….both of us are dealing with our own lovely nerds who get excited over some long-dead woman’s trinkets.’ He thought in amusement as he watched the two talk some more before Harry got a call from Sirius and Fleur said that they too had to leave for dinner.

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The innovator sighed once more after his personal manager and godfather, Sirius Black, ended the showball call from MACUSA headquarters. Apparently they wanted to restart the Triwizard Tournament in Ilvermorny, but this time on a much safer and grander scale with Beauxbatons and Hogwarts as fellow schools.

Headmistress McGonagall as well as Minister Amelia Bones had already denied their request, considering the damage that Hogwarts and Britain in general had to suffer almost a decade ago, which was why the American Minister of Magic and Muggle President George Bush were asking for his help in getting the two powerful ladies to agree to it. 

To be honest, it wasn’t something he was looking forward to because he suspected that both Amelia and Minerva would ask him to oversee the tournament, and he was quite sure that with his history and his current position, there was not a single soul in the states or the French that would object to it. Still, that would just mean extra useless work, and it wasn’t something he wanted to do considering the fact that he already had so many things to work with.

“Ah well,” Harry shrugged as he stood up from his chair and cracked his knuckles. “I’ll ask Sirius to talk with Amelia, maybe take her out for a drink later. He knows how to handle her better than anyone.” The innovator mumbled to himself, snapping his fingers, which snuffed out the lights as he walked out of the room.

Sometimes he wondered what was actually going on between his godfather and the minister and if there would be a day when that old mutt would ever settle down with a woman who would become Lady Black or not. 

Then again, given Sirius’ history with his own house as well as his reluctance to accept the title of Lord Black, he was doubtful that the man would really want anyone to suffer that load, much less his own child.

Harry leisurely wandered through the carpeted halls of the newly rebuilt Potter Manor, this one being much more protected and built on a much grander scale than the one he had spent his childhood in. It had everything that a castle and a palace could ever need, including a few things that the world had yet to see, and yet he called it a manor because of his memories with the name and the fact that it was still built on the Potter ancestral land. 

The entire manor, the large clear water lake, as well as parts of the Potterwoods were all protected by the finest of defensive and aggressive wards available to the goblins, dwarves, and humans combined, making his dwelling the most protected place available on earth. 

Both the lake and the Potterwoods were also excellent sources of magical herbs, which were purposefully grown by him, as well as the creatures who dwelled in the respective habitats. Together, the entire property functioned quite well, and everyone lived without any serious issue. 

It wasn’t like anyone would dare to brew any sort of trouble anyway, not with the Potter-guards who guarded almost every nook and cranny of the large estate, floating vigil over all the living ones, protecting everyone from anyone who could even dream of harming them.

Harry walked past his brother’s room and saw the light seeping through the large mahogany wood doors. His brother was clearly awake and was probably solving another one of his cases after the last one he cleared two nights ago. 

After the war was over, the Boy-Who-Won had used his hard-earned fame to reassure all the hesitant parents and to bring more and more students to Hogwarts. He had then proceeded to join the prefects in his fifth year and then became the head boy after Harry had graduated. Going as far as to ask the headmistress for a small batch of muggleborns whom he would be the one to take to the new Diagon Alley.

Not even stopping there, Alandale Potter had registered himself with the Auror forces of Magical Britain and had rushed through the ladder with his hard work and determination to succeed. Ever since last month, when the younger of the Potter brothers had been promoted to the position of Deputy Head Auror, he had been quite busy and rarely found time to spend with the rest of his family.

Harry gently opened the door to the master bedroom, fully hoping to find his lovely wife reading another one of her novels, only to be surprised when their bed was devoid of any human presence at all. 

He frowned a bit and checked the bathroom only to find it empty as well. 

“Dobby?” 

There was a small ‘pop’ as the hyperactive elf appeared wearing a smaller version of the traditional butler clothes with the Potter house crest proudly displayed on his chest alongside a small golden badge that said ‘Head Elf’. 

“How should Dobby help you, great master Harry Potter sir?” The elf asked him in near-perfect English, which was granted to him thanks to the potion that Harry had invented in his third year at Hogwarts. 

“Did Daphne tell you where she might be?” He asked the elf, “It’s getting late, and usually she’s in bed by now.”

“Mistress is in the little lady’s room, Master Harry Potter, sir,” Dobby bobbed his head. “Should Dobby ask Mistress to join you?” 

“No, I’ll fetch her myself.” Harry waved the elf off as he started towards the door. “Thanks, Dobby.” 

Dobby just gave another bow before he popped away to the kitchens that were on the first floor of the castle. 

Harry, on the other hand, reached his daughter’s room that was beside the master bedroom and was about to open it when he heard her sweet voice, “So what did Daddy do after that?”

“Your dad closed his eyes and asked one of his biiiiig friends to help us all.” Daphne spoke, “His big friend and uncle Alan came to help us at the castle while Dad went to look for the person who was responsible for the mischief.”

His daughter gave a loud “oooh!” before she giggled a bit, and Harry took this as his cue to open the doors, immediately garnering both of their attention.

“DAAADDDYYYYY!!” His five-year-old squealed loudly before throwing the covers and rushing to tackle him in a jump hug. 

“Hey, princess.” Harry caught her midway before playfully spinning her once as she giggled. “Don’t want to sleep? It’s bedtime, you know?” 

Lily shook her head, a grin splitting across her innocent face. “Mom was telling me the story of the final battle. Your part was just about to come!” She smiled as Harry tucked her on his side, her head easily falling in the nook of his shoulder. 

“It was?” The Potter lord smiled, walking towards the bed where Daphne made some space for both of them. “And what would I do after I came?” 

“Daddy and Uncle Ally would punch the bad guy to-gathr!” She cheered as the innovator put her down in the space between himself and Daphne.

“I would?” He asked her, faking a surprised gasp.

“YES!!” She giggled. “And then the bad guy would vanish! Never to come back ever again.”

“Really?” He smiled, “Wouldn’t that mean Daddy is strong?” He gently tucked her under the covers as Daphne rubbed her belly.

“Yes, Daddy.” Lily nodded, her jet-black hair splattered on her baby-blue pillow. “Mom says you’re the strongest.” 

“She does?” His green eyes looked at his wife, who winked at him. “But wasn’t it you who defeated me today in our arm wrestling match?” 

“That just means I am stronger than you, dummy.” The little girl gave an exasperated sigh. “You are so stupid.” She giggled when Harry gave her a pout.

“Oh, so now I am stupid as well?” He leaned down and gently placed his head on her stomach. “You’re such a meanie. Making fun of your helpless daddy.”

Lily giggled a bit before she raised her tiny hand and combed through the innovator’s hair. “There, there, don’t cry.” She gave a solemn nod to herself. “I will always pwotect you and Mom from everything. Like you pwotected us from the bad guy.”

“Just us?” Daphne smirked as she, too, placed her head gently on the little Potter’s side. “What about Uncle Alan? You wouldn’t protect him?” 

“Him too, yes.” Lily nodded, raising her other arm to cuddle with her mom.

“What about Grandpa Siri?” Harry asked. “He'll be sad to know you forgot about him.”

“Him too!” 

“And Grandma Sia?” Daphne added, enjoying the way her daughter giggled. 

“Her too, Mama!” 

“Poor Aunt Tori, she gave you your favorite doll, you know?” Daphne gave a faux sigh.

“Tracey always brings so many gifts, and you still forgot your supposedly favorite aunt.” 

“Dad—”

“You always say that you sleep best when Auntie Fleur is singing you her lullabies.” 

“Mom—”

“Blaise would be sad that you—”

“OKAY!!” Lily giggled loudly, “All of them! I will pwotect all of you! Aunty Tori and Twacey, and Uncle Blaise and Siri. EVERYONE!” She pumped her tiny arms in the air and hmphed when her parents began to laugh. 

They did that every time! They knew she was a bit young to remember everyone, and yet they always laughed at her for forgetting. She wasn’t that small anymore; she could remember almost everyone. After all, she was five years old! FIVE! She'll be SIX next year! Sooo old!!! 

The youngest of the Potters wanted to be angry at her parents for thinking of her as a small kid, but then both of them kissed her on her cheeks, and that made her realize that they weren’t that bad. They were adults, and adults forget things too, right? Maybe that’s why they always forgot that she wasn’t that small. 

“Well, I might be weaker than Lily, but there’s something I can do that you can’t.” Harry spoke and grinned when he saw her baby blue eyes glimmer with excitement. “Want to know what that is?” 

The girl nodded and looked at her parents when both of them shared a look before assaulting her with her worst enemy: Tickles!!

“OHH!!! MOM! DAD!” She laughed, gasping for air as she tried to wiggle away from them. “DA-MOM!! NOO!! C’MON!! CHEATERRRRR!” Lily chortled as both Harry and Daphne ignored her pleas and kept on their attack, tickling her mercilessly till she had tears of laughter streaming down her eyes. 

Outside the room, Dobby smiled once more at the joyous noises coming from behind the doors. His great master and his family were so happy now. It was so much better than the time when he had asked Dobby to become his elf. Back then, his master didn’t even crack a smile, always forcing himself to work till exhaustion.

This was much better, and Dobby knew that he would do anything to keep his master’s—no, his own! Yes, his Potter family safe. Anything that would ever want to harm the little princess would have to go through all the Potter elves before they could even take a look at her.

With a small snap and a gentle ‘pop’, the faithful elf returned to the kitchens once more. The last thing he heard was the little princess asking for mercy from the tickles. 

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When the clock struck midnight, emerald orbs snapped open in the darkness of the master bedroom of Potter Manor. He turned to look at the time and the date before he looked at the sleeping form of his wife, who had, sometime during the night, decided to leave her side of the bed and was draped over half of his body with her hair spread over his chest and her arm and leg wrapped around him.

He looked at the large pillow that was on the furniture at the far end of the room, and with just a blink of his eyes, he switched his place with that of the large pillow that was now held tightly by Daphne.

“Good night, sweetheart.” Harry smiled once more, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he slowly tiptoed out of the room. 

Outside, Dobby was already waiting for him with four medium-sized containers and a jug filled with water. 

“Is everything ready?” 

The elf just nodded, his large ears flapping a bit before he held his master’s arm, and with a small ‘pop’ the two vanished into the thin air, leaving the hallway completely bare of any living organism.

Another small pop signalled their arrival, and the innovator looked around himself before they closed their eyes to remember the password set by him almost a decade ago.

‘The Potter cells are at 34 Grimsbury Street, Edinburgh, Scotland.’

Harry watched as the Fidelius worked its magic over the area, and the Potter Cells, or as it was formerly known, the Morte Tower, slowly came into being. It was still nothing more than a charred building, covered in black ashes, broken and burned structures that were thrown around it, and guarded by the black shadows that only listened to one man on the entire planet. 

The apprentice of Death smirked when he saw the souls shift away to allow his entrance into the Potter cells. He still remembered the day when he had been given a boon by Death. The entity had told him that he was not allowed to ask for rebirth, immortality, or the death of a living being. 

Therefore, instead of all those, the innovator had asked for the ones who were already dead to be given to him.

Death had told him that it could not allow the entire army of Damnation, who were still trapped in the fields of Punishment, to be placed under his control and had therefore allowed him the control of the part of the army of souls that had trespassed into the realm of the living. 

It might have been a small part of the original, but that didn’t mean it was weak in any way. Harry essentially became the Lord of an army of almost six million souls on earth who couldn’t be stopped by any means and would do anything he wanted them to do. They were his to obey, his to command, and his to rule.

It was also by the use of this army that the Potter Lord had fulfilled the promise he had given to his mother before she had been snatched away from him. 

“Master,” Dobby spoke once the entire building had finally shown itself, “Shall we?” 

Harry gave a nod, and the two started their journey towards the dungeons of the former Morte Tower while his mind went back to the memories. 

‘“Lucius Malfoy…the fool who thought himself a genius.” Harry smiled. “How are you? I hope there haven’t been any problems with your stay.”

The pathetic man before him, tied to the strong metal chains by one hand and one around his neck, cracked open his remaining eye and looked at the grinning form of the worst monster ever. He involuntarily shrank a bit, trying his best to stay as far away from the mad Potter as he could.

“Ah-ah, Lucius,” Harry took a few steps towards his scuttling prisoner. “Don’t worry, I am not here to hurt you anymore. In fact, this might even be the last day you have to suffer.” 

The former Lord stopped at that and looked up to see the boy’s smiling face, his mind was nothing more than a mush—a broken instrument which once sung beautifully crafted songs of malice and cruelty—but even with his broken mind he knew that there was definitely something missing.

“All you have to do is tell me what I want to hear,” Harry went on his knee to look at his prisoner. “Where is the headquarters of the Council of Paragons?” 

‘THERE!’ Lucius thought, ‘THERE IT IS!’ He mentally screamed but opened his mouth to reply, “I….” He choked at the dryness of his throat, “I…can’t tell.”

Harry watched the once proud man for a few seconds before he sighed, “Pity.” He stood up and dusted his knee. “It would have been so much easier if only you could’ve told me. Alas, I guess you just don’t want to live anymore.” 

The tortured man just closed his eyes, praying to anything that was watching them to just allow him to die painlessly. Unfortunately for him, Harry wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore.

“Alright, Lucius, it has been quite fun, but I guess every good thing has an end.” He shrugged. “I hope that if you are ever reborn and come across a Potter, you wouldn't try to double-cross them.” After that Harry snapped his fingers, and his green eyes started to glow as he spoke just one word, “Arise.”

The former lord’s eye widened in horror as a black specter, as dark as the midnight sky, rose from the ground, and the last thing he felt was the darkness of that specter seeping inside his mind, looking through his memories before he screamed one last time as the soul completely took over.’

Things had been quite easy after that. The damned soul had revealed the exact location of the headquarters of the Council of Paragons, and he had sent about five thousand of the souls to the headquarters before he apparated outside the large building and calmly watched as his little army went on to kill and then possess each and every single one of the guards who dared to defy them.

It had taken about ten more minutes to unlock the core systems of the headquarters and unravel every secret that the stupid council had stored for about a millennium. It was actually funny how within a few moments he had every murder, illegal racket, gambling casino, and whatnot that came under the council’s name. 

Basically, he knew every single thing regarding what the council had done, where the families were right now, what they were still doing in the world, and how much power they had over their ignorant citizens. 

Armed with that knowledge, he sent an army of about five thousand souls to each of the ten families and their safehouses, and within the next three hours, the entirety of the council network, made up of about seventy thousand personnel, was under his command. 

Harry proceeded to summon all of them into one place and then ‘asked’ them to donate all of their holdings and wealth to the ‘Lily Potter Fund for the Needy’. The ones who were under his possession didn’t even think twice, but the ones who had free will began to protest a bit. 

All it took was a few fingers and a few more possessions for them to quickly realize that Harry was actually right and that all of their wealth was being put to right use anyway.

After that, he had collected all the living ones in a field and made them give statements through the showball as to what they did wrong and how corrupt they were. Then they admitted to each and every single one of their crimes before declaring themselves the foulest of the humans who should not be left alive in the new world. 

It didn't even take Harry to kill the rest of them, as the magical world was already agitated enough to rip the remnants of the council to pieces. After which the Muggle world had such a huge hole in its power structure that they couldn’t do anything but ask for the help of their magical counterparts to stabilize their fragile economy.

Something that the innovator exploited the most by quickly placing his men in almost all of the available positions so that his influence in the Muggle world would never be questioned by anyone.

And just like that, a millennia-old organization, the Council of Paragons, an association of several humans throughout the history of mankind, a society that stood tall through the rise of empires and was responsible for the fall of many of them, was shattered to smithereens because a vengeful four-year-old boy had promised himself that one day he would destroy the thing just like it had dared to destroy his family.

The only people Harry had spared were children below the age of ten who were given a new name and adopted into one or the other of the Potter orphanages that were established from the funds that were donated to the ‘Lily Potter Fund for the Needy’. 

“Master, they’re ready.” Dobby’s squeaky voice came from inside the long corridor, “I’ve cleaned the mess and brought them together.”

Harry entered the long corridor in the dungeons that housed the cells that held the rest of the humans whom he had spared during the destruction of the Council. His eyes fell on the ten shriveled humans who had been tortured for five years and then placed in each of the ten cells separately with their tongues, legs, and a hand chopped out. Now they were all huddled together and tried to wiggle away from him as he approached them.

“I am glad that you lot decided to join me on this auspicious day,” he began. “I hope that you didn’t have any…issues here, and the accommodations were to your liking.” He smiled, “My dear, Paragons.” 

He grinned when he saw that his words brought a glimmer of recognition in their dull, broken eyes. “I see that you still remember your positions from a decade ago, yes? It’s such a pity that you do because now we would have to once more play our games till you successfully forget that you once were the invincible rulers of Earth.” 

The young mage flicked his wand out and looked down at the members. “But first, I want you to have a full meal.” He clapped his fingers, and Dobby placed the four containers and the jug of water in front of the ten prisoners. “Today is a special day, you know; it is the day when a dear guard of yours, Tim—bless his soul—managed to defy you and helped me escape this hellhole of yours.” 

“So, as a treat to celebrate the day when I escaped this tower and the day when your downfall began,” Harry flicked his wand to remove the lids. “Enjoy your meal.” 

It took them just a few seconds before the delicious smell of the food broke through the pungent smell of the cells, and Harry watched as the former Paragons literally attacked the containers, pushing each other away from their hands and headbutting their companions as they attempted to choke themselves on the delicious meal.

A few even fell down to lick the meal that fell on the floor. 

To others it might seem cruel, but to him? It was cathartic justice, and he took pleasure in watching the once proud rulers of Earth being left as nothing more than headless slaves of hunger who were feasting to celebrate the day when he had escaped their clutches and started planning to demolish their authorities once and for all. 

After some time and some fun with the inmates, both Harry and Dobby moved out of the burned building. The souls guarding the tower bowed once to their Lord before they closed the doors and took their place as the guards of the Potter cells. 

“Go home, Dobby.” Harry told his faithful elf. “I’ll return after a few hours.” 

“Again going to visit Lady Lily, master?” 

Harry nodded, “I want to tell her and Grandma Rea that everything is well now.” They walked out of the ward line, “They should know that they can rest in peace and that their little boy will never let anyone ever harm our family.”

“They already know that, master.” Dobby’s green eyes started to tear up a bit. “They know that because they knew they were trusting the right man for the job.”

Harry looked back at the building as the Fidelius charm started to work its magic once more and the building began to vanish in front of their eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could return to the night.” He sighed, “The night when everything went to shambles, but then, I guess if that night hadn’t taken place, then we would not be here right now.”

Dobby nodded, “Just so you know,” The elf raised his arm. “You did well, Master Harry Potter, sir. Mistresses Lily and Dorea would be proud.” With that, the elf snapped his fingers and vanished into thin air.

Harry watched the little helper; his last words forced his eyes to get heavy with tears before he released a deep breath, and with a gentle ‘pop’, the man apparated away to where he knew were the graves of the rest of his family. 

He knew that he would only get a few hours with them before he would have to either return to Potter Manor or leave for one of his many offices around the world. After all, there was lots of work to do, right? The entire world, both Muggle and magical, lived through his ideas and innovations; all of his former enemies were dead, his friends alive and thriving with their lives, and his family happily singing songs and planning vacations together. 

And he?

He still had a world to improve, goals to achieve, and a dream to fulfill….there had been nothing in the world before that could’ve stopped him back then, and there still wasn’t anything that could stop him now. 

Times may change, some new threat might rise, and some old ones might become difficult once more, but through all the ages and eras, in the golden pages of histories spoken and sung, there was one thing that would remain constant, and that was the fact that there was no one other than Lord Harry James Potter who could, after all, ever be THE INNOVATOR.

~~THE END~~

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Ending Note: And done! Thank-you for staying with me through the last two years. Coincidentally, today is the second year anniversary of INNOVATOR, and today is also the day when it has finally finished.

I cannot thank everyone enough for what they have done and the roles they have played in motivating me to finish the story.

Thank you!!

NOTICE!!!!

There are two new fics that I will release:

1. Merc with a Mouth:

Fandom: Harry Potter only (not Marvel). Pairing: Undecided.

What to expect? : A.U. where Voldy only made three horcruxes. Harry's behaviour? Flirty and laid back person with with a questionable sense of self and convoluted morality. He's moody and shameless, does what he wants. Jokes and sarcastic as fuck. Yeah, like Deadpool. (Fic Name! Hint Hint!)

Smut? Yeah. Lots.

2. The Promised King:

Fandom: Game of Thrones. Pairing: Jon/Daenerys/ ?

What to expect? Jon Snow dies, and Aegon the Conqueror takes his place. Time to re-conquer the entirety of Westeros and put it under the Targaryen rule once more.

Stay tuned for the first chapter of Mercy with a Mouth on the coming weekend!!

With Regards,

Dev Black