What do you want?

Harry arrived in the middle of the Atrium, a familiar battle before him. He saw Harry Potter to the side, injured, Bellatrix too, and the Minister and the Aurors were just showing up.

Fudge was not happy to see You-Know-Who.

Watching for just a moment, Harry noticed that something about this place just seemed off. Not like God was unavailable – but as though God had been rejected.

It was a queer feeling.

Making a decision, Harry pulled his Wand and cast a spell.

Soon, everyone present was standing still – nothing they could do would allow them to act.

"Okay. I have a few questions for everyone."

Fudge, stiff but still able to speak, asked, "And who are you?"

Considering it for just a moment, Harry just decided to keep it simple. "A God. Now shut up until I speak to you."

Cornelius shut up.

Walking forward until he was before Voldemort, Harry asked curiously, "What exactly are your goals? What moves you?"

With a snarl, Voldemort replied, "I will crush those I find beneath me and remake the world into one which serves my greatness."

Harry shook his head. Yeah – not on his watch. Harry then moved to Albus Dumbledore and asked the question of the Leader of the Light. "What is your goal in all of this?"

"The Greater Good," was the man's reply.

Harry considered that for a moment and asked, "What is the Greater Good?"

Albus seemed to struggle for a moment but no mortal can really refuse a God who is concentrating. "My own Glorification and the Rule of Magicals over the Muggles of the world."

Harry's eyes widened. "What if the Muggles don't want to serve wizards?"

"It doesn't matter. Their only purpose should be for whatever the Wizards decide for them."

Harry sneered in disgust. This was not someone that should be leading others.

Harry paused for a moment and went to Fudge. Knowing it was pointless but his nature requiring it anyway, Harry asked, "And what does the Ministry of Magic stand for?"

Fudge was actually showing some surprise. "Well, I had thought that Dumbledore was an addle-pated senile fool. But actually he seems to be right on the top of things. I should have been listening to him all year instead of Malfoy. He's got the right of it. Oh – as long as I enjoy a comfortable life of course."

Harry shook his head. What FOOLS these wizards were. Finally, hoping for at least one bit of sanity, the Traveler walked to his counterpart. "Okay. And what, Mr. Harry Potter, do you want? What is the ideal scene?"

With some anger, Harry snarled "Revenge. That wanker killed my parents and now the bitch killed my Godfather at his orders. I want to see him dead."

"That's fine. And understandable. And then what? What happens next?"

Harry stopped and considered that for a moment. It was as if the idea of a future beyond Voldemort was not something he had thought about. "Well, then I guess I get married at some point and have a kid or two. As long as she wants them. Have fun? Enjoy myself?"

The Traveler tried to keep his voice calm. "What about the Wizarding World? What about the Muggles?"

Harry thought about it, and then shrugged. "Don't know. Don't really care. As long as I'm happy, does it really matter what the Muggles do? Or the magicals? What Dumbledore was saying sounds pretty good."

The Traveler shook his head. He couldn't believe it. The Traveler tried, he truly tried, but he couldn't find one damn person here who gave a damn. Finally, Harry popped off to another part of the Ministry. He found Hermione and healed her enough so that she could be clear-headed. "Ms. Hermione Granger. I need to ask you a question."

Hermione was feeling her chest, checking the wound and was shocked to find it almost healed. "Thanks for healing me. What is the question?"

"What do you want in life?"

Hermione quickly answered, "The largest library in the damn world and the time to study it."

"How about House elf freedom? Equal rights for Muggleborns? Justice?"

Hermione shrugged. "House elves are happy to serve. If they want to allow themselves to get beaten – there's nothing I can do about it. I would like to show up those purebloods – show them how much better us Muggleborns can be. But it's too much work – as long as I get my library, it doesn't really mean much."

Harry stood and started popping around to different people. Finally, he arrived at the one being he knew would give a good answer. "Dobby. Do you recognize what I am?"

Dobby nodded his head vigorously. "Dobby sees that you is a God! Dobby has heard about Gods!"

"Okay then. What do you want Dobby? In all the world what do you want?"

Dobby considered that. Finally Dobby answered, "Dobby wants to be happy!"

Harry nodded. Nothing really wrong with that. "How about other people – like maybe Harry Potter – being happy? Is that important to you?"

Dobby nodded. "If Harry Potter is happy, he can make help make Dobby happy. If Harry Potter cannot help Dobby, then Dobby find another wizard to help Dobby be happy."

"And if Harry died?" the God asked.

"Then Dobby must find another wizard to help make Dobby happy."

Marek Ilumian popped out.

And though he tried Muggles, magical creatures, wizards, witches, Harry could not find anyone who truly cared about anyone other than themselves – even if they were faking it.

Even the Religious leaders he spoke to were more concerned about their own Earthly glory – or, if they WERE concerned about what came after, they were only concerned that they would up in a good place. And maybe with other people they could have fun with.

Harry found an empty field far from people and looked out – and screamed in frustration. After calming himself down, Harry decided to find out of there were other planets with life. And there were. These were as Harry expected them to be. The people were normal – and generous where they could be. They were concerned for the happiness of others. It was only Earth, it seemed, that seemed to carry this "Don't Care" attitude toward others.

Using his powers, Marek traveleled back in time until he found the nexus point: The Gods of Earth were in convocation. And after debating what goals they should have on the world that they were responsible for, these decided that the most important thing was their own Glory.

As long as they were glorified, they would help and guide the humans and other sentients.

And to entice the Mortals, they gave them glory within their own communities. And thus one's own happiness became the coin of choice. As Marek scanned history forward, he saw the mortals lose interest in the Gods one by one, and as they were no longer glorified, the Gods began ignoring the mortals and the world. And what was left was what Harry found.

No real consideration for their fellow man and Free Will reduced to "What can I get today with the least effort?" No love, no sacrifice, no effort, no sense of brotherhood – just a pale mockery.

Harry then jumped to a place he had heard of but never been: The Diner at the End of the Universe.

A creature which looked mostly female to him – even if he wasn't sure – came up and asked, "What can I get for you today?"

"Pie. Get me pie. And a second one for my friend who is coming. If he doesn't arrive – I'll eat both."

"What kind of pie?"

After a moment Harry said, "Something with fruit – but surprise me. And anything non-alcoholic to drink."

Harry started eating his pie. He hardly glanced up when Goth Kid God made his appearance and sat across from him. Finally, after a bite, Harry commented, "This cherry pie is great. And the crust has this … almond-like taste; sweet with a small bit of bite. I wonder what's in it?"

God smirked. "It is almonds. Actually, it's the entire almost, pit and all, ground up and crushed to a fine powder and mixed with nutmeg."

Harry paused for a moment. "Aren't raw almonds poisonous?"

God looked at him and said, "Yeah! If you were Human."

Harry considered that and laughed. "Right. Forgot. Sorry."

The two went on to continue eating their pies. Finally Harry said, "I don't know what to do."

God nodded. "What do you think should happen?"

"I don't know. But I do know this: My Divine brethren have completely screwed the pooch on this one. And if was just Earth – I'd leave them to their fate. But Earth is about to be contacted by extra-terrestrials in the next hundred years and I cannot imagine what damage will occur to all sentients in that dimension if the Earth humans are allowed to infect their cultures."

"Maybe they'll notice and avoid Earth."

Harry shook his head after taking a draught of his … whatever it was. "Humans are too good at faking it; and have, when they concentrate, remarkable charisma. No – the rest are in danger." More and more, Harry subconsciously knew what needed to happen. He was just balking at it as it was … it went against everything he had ever been taught or stood for. Except it didn't.

God contemplated Harry as He chewed his pie. After swallowing, God asked, "So what are you going to do?" God took a sip from his own drink.

"What needs to be done. And then I'm going to go yell at Ry and My for putting me in this position."

God nodded. "You're the God of Free Will. What will happen to Free Will if the Earth Humans make it into space?"

"I know! I know! But isn't there a God of Destruction who can do this? I'm going to be destroying billions of lives."

God nodded and, finishing his snack, sat up. "I know. I've been there. Remember what happened to Earth 65 Million years ago. Some time you should take a look at exactly why that had to happen."

Harry sighed and finally accepted where his investigation took him. "Not this time. Next time I'm feeling moody and angsty I'll go look. I'm going to do this then go visit Ginny to get laid."

God smirked. "Actually, that world where Ginny and Hermione are together? The two are once again contemplating more children. Maybe an act of Creation to balance the act of Destruction is what you need."

Harry chuckled, "I knew there was a reason you're the Boss. I'll see you in the flip side." Harry walked away and waved at his Boss without looking – a reversal of past interaction. God chuckled and ordered a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.

The Waitress looked at him suspiciously. "You got any ID?"

God just looked at the Waitress for a long moment before reaching for …

Harry stood out in space, gauging the Asteroid belt where he was and the path of Earth. After making sure it was not a Repository or ship or some other thing that shouldn't be thrown away, Harry picked a rock that was, perhaps, just a bit bigger than the one that exterminated the dinosaurs and calculated mass, resistance and the exact path it needed to take.

After casting a God-level disillusionment charm, Harry reached out with his magic and threw the asteroid on the proper path.

He set the charm to fail just exactly long enough before it reached Earth for the people … and Gods … on Earth to be able to say, "OH, FUCK!" before meeting their end. There would NOT be time for any God to prevent it or nudge it, as he knew his Divine brethren often did when there was a huge asteroid heading right toward Earth.

Harry chuckled that Humans thought it so rare for that to happen. There were Gods for a reason.

Harry then moved to the moon and, with an ice chest of Harvey's Blue Label, Best Sussex Pale Ale, he sat and waited for the show to begin.

After the proper time, the previously unseen and very much not expected very large rock appeared moving right toward Earth. And with a vicious smile, Harry saw it was going to land exactly where he had sent it: Riddle Mansion. While he pretty much felt all of those bastards were beyond hope, he did take some small satisfaction in knowing that Voldemort was the first to go – a split second before the rest of those fools felt his utter disdain for them in the shape of a rolling heated gas and dirt wave rushing across the surface of the Earth.

After watching for a long moment, Harry performed a quick prayer for the lost souls and traveled …

He found himself faced with the girls in question. "I hope you girls need me again. I really need to get laid and procreate – right about now."

The two women rose gracefully to move things to their bedroom