Harry Potter: Immortal Conquest

Harry and his friends were sitting by themselves in the compartment of Hogwarts express, heading back to London. Tracey and Daphne were talking with each other and were planning to meet each other on holidays while Harry had a book open in his lap.

"Did you see Hermione's face when she saw the list of top first year students?" Daphne asked them, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Yes. She looked as if someone had kicked her puppy." Harry replied, turning to the next page.

"You shouldn't make fun of her. She was absolutely sure that she was going to be ranked number one, imagine how disappointed she felt when she was ranked fourth after us." Tracey admonished both of them. Daphne just shrugged.

"She shouldn't be that presumptuous and overconfident."

"True." Harry agreed with her. "Being confident is one thing but underestimating others is another. I can't imagine how she thought that she would be ranked number one while I was in the same year group as her."

Daphne and Tracey coughed which oddly sounded 'modest' and 'hypocrite'. Harry ignored them and went back to the book.

"Harry? Will you visit us during the holidays?" Tracey asked and looked at him expectantly, trying to change the conversation. Daphne had the same look as Tracey.

"Sure, when you both are at one place, send me an owl and I will be ready. Then you can summon me with the necklace after my reply." Harry smiled and returned to reading the book. He had just found a very interesting spell in the chapter.

"What is stopping me from summoning you whenever I want?" Daphne asked with a teasing tone.

"You can but don't complain if I decide to stay at your house and sleep in your bed cuddling with you. If you are going to summon me for no reason and no prior warning then you must be ready to make my stay comfortable." Harry droned without looking up from his book.

"Sure. I am looking forward to sleeping with you." Daphne replied.

"If I remember correctly then the last time we slept together it freaked you out. I would rather sleep with Tracey who didn't yell at me to sleep on my side of the bed." Harry said in an amused voice, finally looking up and staring at Daphne.

"Are you never going to forget that?" Daphne asked, rolling her eyes. "You can't fault me for freaking out, it was the first time in a long time when I shared a bed with someone and on top of it, you being a boy just escalated the situation."

"Whatever. If you are going to summon me then be ready to become my cuddle buddy." Harry chucked.

"Sure." Daphne said, now seriously considering it. Tracey was currently ignoring them, making plans for the day when they will be together. An excited smile took over her face.

Harry helped Tracey and Daphne with their trunks. They stepped out of the Hogwarts express and looked at the sea of people. Daphne and Tracey's mother were standing together. Astoria was also present. She was apparently searching for the girls and Harry as she waved them to come over to her. Tracey and Daphne hugged their mother while Harry stood there and observed others. Hermione and Jasmine were happily reuniting with their parents. There were a large number of ginger heads at one spot. Draco was standing next to his father while his mother had her arm around his shoulder.

Harry was hugged out of nowhere, disturbing his observation. His hands instinctively wrapped around someone's back. He wasn't going to deny anyone his hugs.

"Harry! How are you?" Astoria's excited voice was full of liveliness. Harry smiled softly as she untangled herself from him.

"I am fine Astoria. How are you?" Harry asked.

"I am fine too. I am very excited to start Hogwarts next year." She said and they both started conversing with each other. After bidding goodbye to his friends, he went to the muggle side of the platform. Standing there was his uncle Vernon. He lowered his gaze when he saw Harry coming towards him.

"Uncle Vernon." Harry nodded. Vernon nodded back and led Harry outside where his car was parked. The ride to the Private Drive was filled with silence. When they reached their destination, they both entered the house. The TV was on. Petunia was sitting on the sofa, watching a cooking show. When she saw Harry had arrived, she dropped to the floor on her knees, her head lowered.

"Master." She greeted him in a low voice. Vernon joined his wife on the floor. Their heads bowed in subservience.

"It feels good coming back home. I am pleased to see that you haven't forgotten your place. I also feel a little disappointed that I won't have to teach you your place. Whatever. Same rules as before. Don't enter my room. I will come down when I am hungry." he said and without another glance at them went to his room. The couple on the floor sighed in relief. They were afraid that he would like to hurt them after not seeing them for so long.

Harry closed the door and scanned the room. There was a window opposite the door. A big comfy bed on one side of the room. A desk and chair on the other side of the room. A cupboard stood against one wall. Overall his room was just good and comfortable. He placed the enlarged trunk under his bed. He picked out some clothes and left his room for a shower. After freshening up and eating in the dining room, he went back to his room and laid on his bed. He stared at the ceiling. He was very bored and wasn't in any mood to read any book.

'I can watch TV.' he thought, running his fingers in his hair. 'Nope, not in the mood.'

He pointed his index finger at the ceiling. A stream of golden lights flooded from his finger. The lights struck the ceiling. With a flick of his hand, the golden mist turned into golden paint. The whole ceiling was now painted gold. Harry peered at the ceiling. Slowly, the paint shifted and turned into different colours. After 5 minutes, the ceiling felt like a giant velvet screen on which a beautiful painting was drawn. There was a giant crystal throne on which a man with dark hair and luminous green eyes sat. He had a smirk filled with confidence and his face showed that he had no worries in the world. He was wearing a delicate and gorgeous black robe, there were white trimmings all over the robe. Under the robe was black shirt and black pants accentuating his attractive physique. His arms were wrapped behind the waists of two beautiful women who were sitting on the armrests on either side of him.

The woman on the right armrest had an hourglass figure. Her body was covered in a pretty red dress emphasizing her chest and hips. Her rosy lips were turned into a mischievous grin. Her dark eyes were alight with humour. Her arms were folded in her lap. Her long blonde hair was done in a single long immaculate plait.

The girl sitting on the left armrest was a little shorter than the blonde haired woman. She had a warm and kind smile on her face. Her brunette hair was flowing over her one shoulder. She was covered in a good looking white dress. Her one arm was around the green eyed man's neck while the other was on her side. The three of them looked content with their life. Sitting on her knees beside the throne, on the floor was a pretty lady with pale skin. She was wearing a black robe which covered all of her body. Her hair and eyes were the darkest shade of black. Her face didn't show any happiness or sadness. Her face was unreadable. Her hands were crossed in her lap. Grey stairs led to the pedestal on which the throne sat. The gold background suddenly changed into grey, showing the colour of the walls of the room. Harry checked the picture for any faults and when he found none, he smiled.

"My heart's deepest desire." he said to himself.

The time passed quickly. Harry only left his room for bathroom breaks and food. Otherwise he was always in his room, playing with magic and reading magical books. Harry really wanted to use his wand but knew there was a trace in it which would alert the ministry so he just read theory and practiced wand movements with a wooden stick. He could remove the trace with his magic but it will still alert the ministry so Harry decided against it. Many would think why does he need to work hard for wand magic when he can do anything with just his thoughts. The answer was that being all powerful is sometimes boring. He knew everything about his magic which he finally decided to name. He would call his magic, Deus. It was pretentious calling his magic, 'God' in Latin, but he was out of ideas and liked the sound of it. Deus basically made him a god, albeit without immortality. He could ask his Deus to do anything and it would do. There was no limit to Deus. But there were always people who had more will power and strong minds. Deus could instantly kill beings with weak minds with just a thought just like Harry did with the troll but he couldn't kill strong minded people with just a thought. Their minds and their souls would fight his compulsion. He would have to pour out Deus in the physical world to affect them. So, even if the souls of the strong minded people could shrug off his compulsion to leave their body, they don't have any protection against Deus when it leaves his body and takes a form in the physical world. The magic of others can't stop his magic but physical barriers could. Let's say he fired his Deus at a wizard, while the wizard's shield charm won't help him, a conjured wall would stop his Deus. Even his Deus mists were stoppable if a strong wizard trapped himself under an airtight physical barrier. The key word here is 'strong'. There were only a few wizards who could maintain a physical barrier against Harry's hammering mists.

With Deus, Harry could do anything, he could create a portal to the moon, he could teleport anywhere, he could bewitch anyone's mind, he could make them do anything. But before going to Hogwarts, Harry had decided he would try to use his Deus as minimum as possible and try to learn everything about wizard magic. After all, it was better to have two different powerful weapons instead of only one.

July 31st finally arrived. His birthday. Harry was very angry that he didn't receive any letters from his friends. He could have sent letters to his best friends but he was a prideful creature. If they didn't deem him important enough to keep contact then he wasn't going to beg for it. There was also the important point that he was busy reading different books and kept himself busy so he didn't have time to feel hurt. He also knew that both girls were safe due to ouroboros necklace and banished the thought of them being in danger. But today was his birthday and they still hadn't contacted him. He was mollified at the thought that maybe they were planning a surprise birthday party. After eating breakfast and going back to his room, he opened up another book on spells and started practicing the incantations and wand movements with a stick. After fifteen minutes, he was suddenly yanked from Private Drive and deposited inside Daphne's room. She was standing before him with her arms crossed and a glare directed at him.

"I will give you one chance to explain why you aren't replying to Tracey's and mine letters." she said coldly. Harry tilted his head and thought of a witty comeback but decided against it. Hearing Daphne's cold voice confirmed that she wasn't lying or joking.

"I didn't receive any letters." he said simply and sat on her bed.

"What? How?" she asked dubiously.

"Wait a second," he said. He concentrated and simply thought. 'Give me back my stolen letters.'

Suddenly a stack of letters appeared on the bed. A moment later, a pop heralded a house elf's arrival. Without warning, the house elf stilled and fell on the floor, courtesy of his deus. Harry crouched beside him and pressed his finger on his temple and scanned his mind.

'Poor elf, he had to suffer so much from the Malfoys.' Harry thought grimly. He freed the elf from the bond, making him a free elf. Harry could have made him his slave but seeing that the elf's dream was to be free he decided against it. 'Let no one say that Harry Potter isn't kind.' Harry thought. He also could relate with the elf's dream of being free. He still didn't want the elf trying to change Malfoy's plan so he removed the elf's memory regarding the cursed diary and his arrival at Greengrass Manor and sent him back to Malfoy Manor where he would realise he was free and would leave the Malfoys.

Daphne watched this event in silence. But when the elf popped away she couldn't contain her curiosity anymore.

"What the hell is happening?" she finally asked. Harry patted the place beside him, asking her to sit. Daphne sat beside him.

"That was Malfoy's house elf. He was the one who stole every letter. He thought that if I didn't receive any letter then I wouldn't want to go back to Hogwarts as I would think that my friends have abandoned me." Harry said as he rubbed his forehead. Truth be told, the elf's plan was working a little. He felt abandoned when he didn't get any letter from his best friends but he would still have gone to Hogwarts though. Daphne sensing his mood, pulled him into a hug.

"And here I was thinking that you had abandoned Tracey and me." Daphne said.

"Never." Harry replied. Daphne smiled as she pulled back.

"Was this a prank from Draco? If he was behind this then I am going to freeze his bits." Daphne said angrily. Harry chuckled and shook his head.

"No, the elf was doing this on his own. It seems that Lucius Malfoy is planning a disaster for Hogwarts and the elf wanted to save me." Harry said in a cryptic voice.

"What?" Daphne asked.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it." Harry said. He wasn't sure what that cursed diary would do. He was going to let that event happen to understand what the purpose of the diary was. He was also going to monitor the diary so no one gets hurt. He was not concerned about others but only Daphne and Tracey. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. He had decided to ignore Quirrell and in the end both Tracey and Daphne were roped into the incident.

"If you are sure." Daphne answered uncertainly. She wanted to press Harry for answers but decided to trust his judgement.

"Oh! I totally forgot, Tracey is miserable. She thinks you are avoiding her because you don't like her anymore." Daphne glared at him. Harry rolled his eyes at her. She knew it wasn't his fault but was still blaming him because Tracey was sad. When the matter concerned Tracey, Daphne didn't use her logic.

"As if I have the power to dislike Tracey. I don't know if anyone can really dislike Tracey." Harry said, shaking his head at his friend's stupidity.

"True but Tracey doesn't believe that. She is coming here in an hour for your birthday party. We both had planned to bake a cake and celebrate your birthday between just the three of us and Astoria. I summoned you early just to give you warning, if Tracey isn't back to her normal self then I am going to hurt you." Daphne said coldly and jabbed her finger on his chest with every word.

"We will tell her the real reason why I didn't reply to her letters. And if nothing works then I will just give her a big hug and kiss her on the cheek. She will be fine after that." Harry smiled and rubbed his chest where Daphne had jabbed her finger for who knew how many times.

"Whatever, I don't care what you do, I just need her to be her normal self. Now you have one hour free time, you could go back to your relatives or you can stay here. It is up to you."

"Definitely staying. I am at the home of my favourite person after all." Harry laughed. Daphne grinned at hearing that she was Harry's favourite person. Her smile was replaced by a scowl with his next sentence.

"Astoria, oh dear Astoria, where are you?" Harry said loudly as he left her room.

"Prat." she mumbled.

Harry and Daphne were playing chess on her bed while Astoria was cheering for Harry.

"Whose side are you on?" Daphne asked in an annoyed voice.

"Harry, of course." Astoria grinned at her. Harry had a smirk on his face. Before they could start their usual yapping, the door opened. Tracey entered the room. Her gaze locked on the trio and she gave them an unsure smile. Harry jumped off the bed and charged at Tracey. She didn't have any time to react as Harry hugged her. Then he tightened his grip on her waist and picked her off of her feet and revolved on his heel. She squeaked as her feet left the floor.

"Harry! Put me down." she laughed. He gently put her down and held her by her shoulders, his lips curved in a delightful smile.

"Tracey! Long time no see." he grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek. Tracey's face shifted into different emotions. There was joy, there was confusion, there was embarrassment. Her face finally settled into a glare.

"Why didn't you reply to my letters?" she asked. Harry shook his head and led her to the bed where the sisters were watching them with amusement. Harry and Daphne then told her about the elf who stole their letters.

"Oh! I am so sorry Harry that you thought we abandoned you. I will never do that." Tracey said sadly.

"I know. I should have visited you to clarify the situation but I was just being stupid in thinking that if you don't want me then I also don't want you." Harry said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. After clearing their problem the trio and Astoria enjoyed the day by playing with each other and celebrating Harry's birthday.

Today was 27th August. There was a little girl sitting on her small cot. Her bed wasn't the only one in the small room. There were two more which were currently unoccupied. The beds were the only furniture in the room. They were placed parallel to each other. Two beds against the walls while the third in the middle of two beds. The girl was sitting on the bed which was placed against the right wall. She had dull emerald eyes and dark red hair. She was staring at the letter which was dropped in her room by a strange owl. Her gaze shifted from the letter. The owl was on her bed just a foot away.

She quickly slid off of her bed and looked under her bed. She snatched her bag and rummaged through it, looking for a paper and a pen. She hastily agreed to go to the school of witchcraft and wizardry and tied her agreement on the owl's leg. The owl hooted a farewell and flew away out of the window.

A small smile crept over her lips for the first time in so many years. She finally knew her last name. She finally had her identity. She wasn't just Iris. She was Iris Potter. It may have not been a big deal for anyone else but for Iris, it was a hope. If Hogwarts knew her last name then they must know about her family. There must be someone who would want her, who will take her away from this wretched orphanage. The smile slowly dimmed just like her eyes. 'But what if they abandon me like others because I am a freak?' she thought sadly. The small rays of hope which were finally able to pierce her clouds of sorrow were suddenly snuffed out.

The next day came with a stern looking woman. Her eyes widened in surprise when the woman saw the 11 year old girl.

"Merlin!" she exclaimed. Iris just stood in front of the lady and tried not to squirm. Did she already do something wrong?

"Hello!" she said in a small voice. The woman tried to maintain her emotions but wasn't totally successful.

"I had my doubts but just thought it was a coincidence but seeing how you look just turned the world upside down." Professor McGonagall said.

"What do you mean?" Iris asked, feeling dreadful.

"No one knew that there was another Potter alive. It will cause an uproar in the wizarding world." Professor McGonagall mumbled to herself.

"Do you know my family?" Iris asked in a hopeful voice. Professor smiled sadly.

"Yes, we will talk about them but let's get out of here first."

Professor then asked her to hold her hand. Iris did so. Suddenly Iris felt that her body was squeezed through a thin pipe, the sensation lasted only a few seconds but it was enough to make her puke. Professor smiled sympathetically and led her to a house.

"Where are we going?" Iris asked.

"There are two types of orphaned students in Hogwarts. First we have orphans whose fees are taken care of by Hogwarts management while there are those whose family had left behind a huge sum of money. Seeing your parents were of the latter group, we are here to ask for the vault key from your brother."

"I have a brother?" Iris gasped in pleasant surprise.

"Yes. His name is Harry. Let's go meet him." Professor then knocked on the door. Iris was filled with trepidation. What if her brother didn't like her? What if he was a horrible person?

The door opened revealing a tall woman with a long neck. She looked at them, her eyes widened seeing Iris. She stumbled back.

"Lily?" she asked. Iris shook her head.

"I am Iris. Who is Lily?" she asked.

"Your mother. You look exactly like her." Professor replied, her voice laced with sorrow.

"Mrs. Dursely, we are here to see Harry. Is he home?" Professor asked.

"Yes. I will go get him." she said hastily and went back without inviting them in.

"That was your aunt Petunia Dursley." Professor answered her unasked question. Iris just nodded not knowing what else to say.

Two minutes later her aunt returned with a boy. He had bright emerald eyes and black messy hair which oddly made him look prettier. He was wearing a green t-shirt and black pants. He stiffened at her sight. He looked at her from head to toe.

She was a skinny red haired girl with green eyes. Her clothes seemed as if they were second hand.

"Who is she?" Harry asked the professor.

"She is your little sister."

Harry looked back and forth between them.

"If this is a joke then it is a very poor one." Harry said though he knew that the professor was telling the truth. He looked back at the girl who was squirming in her place with her head bowed low.

"It is not a joke. I came to know about her after receiving her Hogwarts acceptance letter."

Harry sighed and asked them to come inside. He led them to the living room. They both sat on a sofa. Harry sat in front of them. The trio remained silent for at least ten minutes. The silence was suffocating. Harry's mind raced with different thoughts throughout this time.

"What is your name?" Harry asked the girl.

"My name is Iris Potter." she tried to smile. Harry smiled warmly at her, making her blush.

"Where do you live?"

"In an orphanage."

That answer brought another long silence.

"Sorry to disturb your reunion but I am on a schedule. I need to take Miss Potter to Diagon Alley. I needed the key to your vaults to pay for Miss Potter's school things." Professor interrupted.

"Of course. I will be back in a minute." Harry said and went to his room. He came back with a key.

"Would you mind if I join you? I would like to spend some time with my long lost sister." Harry said half jokingly.

"Sure." Professor agreed.

The three were walking in Diagon Alley, Professor McGonagall in front while the two siblings a step behind her. Iris was tense, she didn't know what to do. She never had a brother, she never had any family, how was she to know how to interact with him. Harry had the same problem. Though his outer demeanor showed that he was relaxed but internally he was anything but that. He wanted to ask her hundreds of questions but didn't know where to start.

"I will give you back your money when I become an adult and have a job." Iris whispered. Harry tilted his head at her and couldn't stop a smile forming on his lips.

"What is mine is yours. You don't have to pay back anything." Harry replied. Iris started to protest but silenced herself seeing his glare. They continued walking in silence. Iris noticed that many people were staring at Harry and whispering to each other.

"Why are they staring at you?" she asked. Harry rubbed his forehead, preparing to tell her the whole history regarding Voldemort. He told her about Halloween night, when their parents died saving Harry and presumably her also. He told her about how he defeated the dark lord when he was one year old.

"But that doesn't make sense." Iris interrupted him.

"Here is your first lesson about the Wizarding world, the people here aren't logical." Harry said, rolling his eyes. Iris wanted to ask him why he was with their uncle and aunt while she was dropped off in an orphanage but knew that he wouldn't know the answer. Hearing from him made her realise that she wasn't supposed to exist in the wizarding world. No one knew there was another child of James Potter and Lily Potter. No one knew whether she was present in the Potter Cottage on that fateful night and if not then where was she.

"Do you hate me?" she blurted out. Harry gave her a look which made her feel stupid.

"No. Why would I?"

"I don't know." Iris murmured. Professor McGonagall was hearing their conversation from the start and felt sympathetic. She didn't know what was happening. Did Headmaster Dumbledore know that there was another Potter?

Harry stepped closer to her as they walked and put an arm on her shoulder.

"Everything will be alright. We will have a very long conversation when we get back home."

Iris mustered a small smile. Then the time was spent shopping for her school materials after acquiring gold from Gringotts. Harry had already done his shopping with Tracey and the Greengrass sisters so he was quite bored following his sister. Harry was adamant that Iris should have more clothes. In the end they both left the shop with dozens of clothes for Iris. Harry sighed in relief when the shopping was finally done. Professor dropped them in front of their house and went back to Hogwarts to discuss the matter with Dumbledore. She also said that she would inform the orphanage about her disappearance and will take care of it. She informed Iris that her things from Orphanage would be at her new home.

Harry took Iris into his room and they stood in the doorway.

"What you are going to see will be kept as a secret and you won't tell anyone about it." Harry said without looking at her. Iris tensed but agreed. In an instant, the room changed dramatically. The size was still the same but there were two single sized beds instead of one. One on the right and the other on the left. There were two bedside tables beside each bed. There were two cupboards in front of each bed against the wall. Iris rubbed her eyes to see if she was imagining things. She wasn't.

"How did you do that?" she asked in wonder.

"Magic." Harry smirked and sat on his bed. Iris climbed on her own bed in daze and picked her bag which was somehow exported from the orphanage. She also put the newly bought books and clothes on the bed. She then spent her time arranging her clothes and books in her cupboard. Harry meanwhile was reading his book. How the hat didn't even consider Ravenclaw for him was a mystery.

Iris found it odd that when she and Harry went for dinner downstairs, her aunt and uncle seemed afraid of Harry. She didn't comment on it. She also met her cousin Dudley who was quite fat and had terrible table manners. Her relatives didn't try to converse with her and dinner was an affair of silence. When the dinner was over, Harry and Iris went to their room. Harry divided the room in half with a black curtain so they would have their privacy when needed. The next few hours were spent talking with each other. Iris told Harry about her life at the orphanage which wasn't really good. Iris could see anger seeping out of him hearing the years of bullying she had to endure. Iris was pleasantly surprised that it felt very good to have someone angry for her. Eventually Harry pulled the curtain and they both went to sleep.

Harry was troubled with the recent events. He suddenly had a little sister, he suddenly had a responsibility. Fates must be laughing at him now. He wanted freedom and was free until now with no familial relations and no adult supervision. He was free to do anything but now he had a responsibility to take care of his sister.

But why wasn't her existence known? Why was she at an orphanage instead of Private Drive? Harry didn't know if it was better that she was in an orphanage instead of at the Dursleys. Harry was pretty sure that Iris wasn't at the house when Voldemort attacked them. Harry didn't remember any cries of another child when Voldemort killed her mother. Then where was she on that night? With those questions in his mind he fell into a restless sleep. At 2:50 am, Harry was woken up by a stifled scream.

"Don't go. Please don't go. I will be a good girl. Don't leave me Harry." a cry echoed in the room. Harry leapt from his bed and went through the curtain. Iris was wriggling on her bed. Her eyelids were fluttering. Her cheeks were wet from tears.

"Please, Harry, don't leave me back at the orphanage." Iris pleaded in her sleep. Harry sat on her bed and shook her shoulders.

"Iris, wake up. It is just a nightmare." Harry said softly. Iris opened her eyes suddenly. She sat up and took deep breaths. After a minute, she guiltily looked at Harry.

"Sorry for waking you up." she murmured. Harry shook his head and smiled at her.

"No worries. Let's go back to sleep." Harry said and laid beside her.

"Uhm, Harry? This is my bed. I mean it is technically your bed as you created it with magic…" Iris started. Harry pulled her beside him.

"I have a very bad habit of cuddling. You have been warned little one." Harry grinned at her. Iris blushed as Harry had his one arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Little one?" she asked.

"Yep. It is your nickname."

"I don't like it." she scrunched her nose. Sure, she was a head shorter than Harry and was younger than him but still she didn't want to be called that.

"Tough, I don't care." Harry smiled and patted her cheek. Iris was annoyed but couldn't help smiling and cuddled against him.

"Goodnight Harry." she mumbled on his chest.

"Goodnight little one." Harry said softly as he caressed her head. She made an irritated noise at hearing that nickname but Harry ignored that.

'Maybe being responsible won't be that bad.' Harry thought and tried to sleep.