Chapter 2
Harry gaped at the view in front of him.
After walking through the blue curtain Harry found himself standing on a cliff overlooking a large village like scene. Houses stretched out in neat little rows, a market square to the east, a large forest to the west. But at the North of the village was a large manor house. From where Harry was stood it had blue roofs the exact same shade of blue as Aions curtains, a large front courtyard, fountains, side corridors that stretched round to a front gate, and a large central building. It only had two tower looking turrets jutting from the middle, but it certainly looked like a scaled down version of Hogwarts.
“Welcome to part one of my ingenious plan,” Aion introduced. “This section is split into three sections; The Manor House, The Village, and the Forest. Before we continue you have to name it,”
“Why?”
“Well, doesn’t giving something a name make it feel more like it belongs to you? This is your home now Harry while you go through this part of your journey, give it a proper name,” the Goddess explained. Harry racked his brain trying to think of something meaningful. He couldn’t argue against the idea of giving something a name to make it his, his bond with Hedwig seemed to cement when he found her name in one of his old school books.
“Ordel,” he settled on after a moment.
“Latin for Beginning. Not a bad choice,” Aion complemented, lifting a hand she traced the letters in the air in an electric blue font. They sparked for a moment before fading out of sight. “Let us go explore,” The redhead lead the way down from the cliff to enter the village. People milled about everywhere, spilling from shops, waving from windows, calling from groups of families, so lively like Hogsmede and Diagon Ally. And everyone seemed delighted to see him.
“Why do these people seem to know me?” He asked. Aion smiled sheepishly.
“Well, I didn’t want you to get lonely while we waited for the story to begin. If you are familiar with mortal video games then think of these as NPCs, or non-playable characters. They are basically just villagers like in Hogsmede, ignore them if you wish to,” she dismissed. They walked further into the village, almost to the market square when Harry noticed several shops he was intimately familiar with.
“Is that Olivanders? And the Three Broomsticks? Honeydukes?” He asked incredulously. Aoin smirked proudly.
“Yes, and each one will be used in your journey. I shall show you after we’ve been to the Manor,”
The Manor house was far bigger in person than on a cliff top. The stone was a pristine white basalt with one brick being almost bigger than his head. The gate was a hardy thick iron with no lock that Harry could see.
“Place your hand on the gate,” Aion informed, “Then channel your magic into it. This allows for you to be the only one to enter the manor,” The gate split down the middle and swung inwards, opening up the front courtyard for the pair.
“This house will take care of itself, and will the grounds but don’t feel like you can’t do a bit of gardening or what ever hobbies you enjoy. This is to be your home, make it feel like home,” Aion lead the way into the large main building of the manor with a flourish. The interior looked very different from the outside.
It was rather dark until Aion clicked her fingers and the large windows on one side flew open and light poured in illuminating the black and white checked marble floor, high balconies, and a long staircase with a deep red carpet that led to an archway.
“Now, the house is divided into sections that you can use for this game. Upstairs you’ll find your own room, for sleeping, relaxing and general habits mortals get up to. On that floor you will find the Library and Closet, both areas used for increasing your overall stat bonuses. This main floor has the Duelling room or Arena, used for fighting and wizard battles,” Aion explained. She then turned to the left and headed for a large set of double doors that Harry hadn’t noticed.
She flung open the doors and Harry stood stock still, jaw on the ground and a blush rising to his cheeks. The room was a very large, open plan communal room with loung chairs, large pillows, ottomens, and small tables and thick plush carpets. Harry had read about rooms like this in the Middle East.
“This is the Companion Wing,” Aion introduced.
“Why on Earth?” Harry asked, face flushing hotly.
“Well, you are going to need somewhere for them to stay to develop your relationships. This keeps them manageable and comfy too. Why do you think Sultans had whole building dedicated to their Harems?”
“I don’t need a Harem!” Harry squawked. He’d certainly had his crushes growing up, and a rather short list of attempted relationships but this was ridiculous. Aion huffed out a pout.
“I think you do. And my sister agrees. This is part of your reward Harry, the chance to have real love, meaningful relationships. But don’t worry, the system I’ve set up will let you choose if you wish to create a potential romantic relationship or just keep things friendly. And everyone involved is consenting don’t worry, it’s only set up for people who have showing genuine romantic or sexual feelings towards you,” she said the word sexual so casually that Harry hid his face in his hands.
“The wing is set up with five floors. Sultans and chieftans had their favourite concubians and wives you too shall find people you get along with better than the others. As such the Wing is set up with a charm and intimacy ranking starting with Acquantences and evolving all the way too Eternal Lovers, I’ll show you how to increase those rankings later, we’ll also talk about the potential for children later on,”
“I think I need a minute,” Harry croaked, hands on his knees as his blush erupted even hotter at that statement.
“If it helps, you can personally decorate each floor as you wish. And your companions can roam the rest of the house as they please. And you can adopt pets,” Aion informed him, green eyes watching him critically.
“I…don’t think you’re very good at reassuring people,”
