A/N: So this little idea may need a little explanation for people to understand it. Having some difficulty making a proper ending to the confrontation of Prodigious Sins explosive confrontation of Harry & the Potters+Dumbledore, I turned to anime to fill the creative energy tank so to speak. It was in this binge that I came across a rather popular anime called K or K-Project depending on the circle you walk in. It's a rather popular anime despite not being the newest one on the market. In a nutshell, there is an artifact called the Dresden Plate which chooses Kings and grants them psychic powers in the form of colored Auras. Each King forms their own Clan known by their Aura color and the Clans war for control of the Dresden Plate.
This got me thinking of a rather overused cliché, alive Lily and James favor one son over another because Dumbledore claims the child to be Voldemort's vanquisher so Harry gets tossed to the wayside and thought to myself this would be different. Being cast aside by the Dursleys, typical I know, young kid Harry Potter is abandoned to die in Japan-like some challenges prescribe- only to be rescued from Deaths doorstep by one of the Kings and taken as a protégé. Sacrificing his magic for the power of the King that took him in after being forced to kill him for reasons Harry chooses to not repeat he becomes more than any King before him. He changes his name, his look- everything about himself. He was more than content to live in Japan and never return to England but Fate, as we all know, is never kind when it comes to the first-born Potter son. Being forced to return to England because of magic, the Goblet of Fires magic to be precise, he has to confront his past face-to-face with his trusted council. It may or not take off but that's why its here in my Proving Ground.
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"I can't believe I have to be back here. Against my will at that."
"Complaining about it doesn't make any difference Boss."
A dark blonde-haired youth scowled at his entourage. Emerald green eyes looked out at his inner most council through the purple lens tinted sunglasses telling them to silently shut up. Flicking a cigarette out from the pack in his hands, a fiery green chartreuse flame erupted from his free hand and lit the end. "I'm aware of that Annabelle. I was speaking out loud and not expecting an answer" the youth said as he adjusted his blazer exposing a long sleeve dress shirt topped by a black vest, black slacks and a seafoam green scarf around his neck tied in a way it resembled a normal tie. "Guess I can check off the shit I planned to do after breaking down the other Clans and ending the foolish feud." Taking a rather long inhale of his lit cigarette he pocketed the pack back inside his jacket.
"Boss, the idiots are looking at us like we're some sort of freaks."
The blonde-haired youth looked to the sole female member of his entourage and patted her on the head. "Annabelle, let them stare. They don't know anything going on outside of this backwards ass country" the young man said.
Annabelle, a petite girl that looked the stereotype of a gothic loli, pouted at the response and the pat to her head. "Izu, you know that it doesn't work like that. The other Clans will exploit your absence to get control of the- "
At the back of the large hall a table full of older people. One appeared to an ancient man with a long white beard while the rest were varying ages from what appeared to be a respectable middle aged to wizened elders except for a man who was incredibly shortly like a gnome making it hard to guess his age. While most of the older people talked amongst themselves seemingly disturbed at the appearance of an entourage of people from out of nowhere, four people- two men, a woman and a boy in red & gold trimmed robes- looked particularly disturbed. The two men, the ancient man with the long white beard and a man in his mid-forties with raven hair & brown eyes, shared looks while the woman, the raven haired mans wife possessing emerald green eyes and hair like fire, froze up like a deer in the headlights of a lorry. There was no way that this stranger, this foreigner, was who the goblet said he was.
"Harry? My precious baby raven?" the woman asked hopefully.
The blonde boy identified as Izu by the loli looking girl at his side scowled around his cigarette and bit the filter between his teeth. He knew who the woman was, where he was and if the object in front of him was what hethought it was than he knew why he was there. "Lilith 'Lily' Alexandria Potter nee Evans… It's been a long time" he said after a long moment. "Your husband is here too it seems. I have a good idea I know why I'm here but for the sake of Albus Dumbledore's Merlin-complex, tell me why my Clan and I were summoned like some subservient slaves."
From the table where the kids dressed in the same red and gold robes a boy that was the perfect mix of the redhaired woman and the raven-haired man stood. He was lean and trim with wild raven hair like his father but had his mothers eyes, his skin peerlessly smooth save for a sole blemish of a scar on his left brow like a lightning bolt. "Big brother- "
Izu turned one eye and carelessly spit his cigarette in the boys direction. The moment it was free from his lips the paper burned away to nothing as a small legion of bright acid green fireballs shot out towards the boy. A lot of kids yelled in horror and ducked out of the way expecting a boom any second. When no such thing happened, they warily looked up and found the boy who spoke to the blonde trapped in a prison of fireballs forcing him to stay in place lest he want to suffer being burned. "No one gave you permission to speak Zachary Potter. Children of a Magical House are meant to be seen and not heard unless ordered to speak by their House Lord, Lady or its Heir. You are none of the above last time I checked" he said callously before turning his full attention to the table of adults and the woman clutching at her chest. "Tell me why my Clan and I were summoned like some slave after you rung a bell. We don't have all day and you interrupted us in the middle of a war that I was this close" Izu held his fingers a few inches apart "to brokering a truce on all sides. If innocent people die because you and your puppet master pulled us away from that, the blood of those people is on your hands not ours."
Albus Dumbledore, world renowned vanquisher of Gellert Grindelwald and closest thing in his mind to a second coming of Merlin, grimaced as he stared down the young man in front of him. Harry Potter, eldest son and Primary Heir of the House of Potter, had been missing for quite a while since the young man had been left at his aunt and uncles in the aftermath of Voldemort's attack on Godric's Hollow. Harry had been a few years old at the time while Zachary had been barely fifteen months old. It was nothing short of a merlin blessed miracle that all four Potters had survived and the Dark Lord had been vanquished by a powerful unknown accidental magic. It had been he himself who pronounced Zachary the vanquisher of Voldemort but through the lens of retrospection had damned the elder Potter son. "Harry- "
"My name is Izumo Matsuyori. Harry Potter was left to die in the back alleys of Kyoto by Vernon Dursley when he was seven years old" the blonde sneered cutting off the ancient wizard. "Tell me why I am here before I lose my shit Albus Dumbledore. Being in England is making stomach turn and desire to torch this place to the ground with everyone trapped inside."
Annabelle, being one of the few to know how to calm down the blonde at her side when his anger began to peak, grabbed Izumo's hand and interlaced their fingers squeezing gently as she raised it to her lips kissing his knuckles softly. It was not a romantic gesture in the least, he was like her protective older brother in her eyes, but she felt the tense muscles loosen a hair. "Breathe Izu" she said in a gentle tone as she squeezed his hand again.
Looking to Annabelle Izumo squeezed her hand back and barely nodded. Worrying Annabelle was not worth the effort to actually burn down the fortress that was Hogwarts with everyone trapped inside its walls. He wasn't a cold-blooded killer, the most he ever did was send some Blues to the hospital with severe but treatable injuries, and even if he was the only people who would die were those who weren't part of his clan. "Sorry about that Anna" he said apologizing to the girl. He knew she worried about him, that she worried and cared about all the guys in the clan that treated her as their little sister, and worrying her more was never something he deliberately set out to do. She had enough worries to last her lifetime from before he and the rest of the Greens found her after he took the title of Green King.
Annabelle nodded a little kissing his knuckles again before letting Izumo's hand go though her fingertips remained in contact with his wrist.
Lily watched the interaction and frowned internally at the information. Her sister, whale of a brother in-law and the boys had disappeared years ago & no matter what was done none of them could be found. It was like the four disappeared off the global map. Vernon was not employed at Grunnings anymore, hadn't been for years, making tracking the family that way impossible and all attempts at more borderline 'Dark' seeking magics hit the metaphorical wall of nothing. "What do you mean that Vernon left you to die?" she asked slowly.
"Six stab wounds, three broken ribs that barely missed puncturing my lungs, compound fractures to all four limbs that would have left me crippled for life if I was a muggle and one hell of a concussion that the doctors called it a miracle I didn't die from brain damage." Izumo didn't need to see the guys flinch and Annabelle reach for his shirt to grasp. "All because I was a freak, a hell spawn of the whore and her freak husband- that's what she referred to you and James Potter as by the by- and an abomination in the eyes of God that should have been aborted in the womb. That last one was the sentiment of your brother in-law supported by your horse faced bitch muggle sister" he said lowering a hand to soothe Annabelle's death grip on his shirt. "Sadly" the sarcasm was thick as he rolled his eyes "around the same time Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley nee Evans and Dudley Dursley were flying out of Japan as I lay on Deaths doorstep in a dingy alley their plane had a mechanical malfunction. As I understand it, the engines malfunctioned and died before the plane went down in the Sea of Japan. To this day I heard they still haven't found the plane or the bodies of the victims of the crash, Kami rest their souls sans those waste of British flesh."
Albus looked disturbed at that as Lily went ashen pale. No wonder all their efforts to locate Harry and the Dursleys failed. No finding spell would locate the dead and the way the Japanese Magical Empire guarded its borders with magic he had long decreed 'Dark' when he was first made the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot since it was the same type used by Grindelwald during the war. "Harry you have been- "
Izumo barely made a gesture, a rolling of his wrist, before a dart of fire green fire almost skewered Albus' beard. "My name is Izumo you ancient old fuck" he said with a glare to damn the souls of the wicked. "I'm not sure what the disconnect between your cognitive functions and your sense of hearing is but it seems to be severe enough that you can't get my name right."
"You've been selected as a Champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and must compete or you will lose your magic."
Izumo looked over to the raven-haired man and scowled at him. James Potter, his birth father and one third of the reason he was nearly killed. "Then I don't need to compete in it. I gave up my magic for a greater, stronger power when I dispatched that fool Nagare from his throne years" the blonde scoffed. "Guys, Annabelle we're leaving now." He turned on heel after taking Annabelle's hand in his own and began walking away. It was the truth after all, he forsook his magic for the power of a King; a chartreuse spark of green flames that burned any obstacle or enemy in his path to nothing more than cinders.
Gasps of horror echoed in the large hall from nearly every witch and wizard in attendance. For a witch or wizard to renounce their magic was a profoundly serious thing that spelled certain death for them most of the time. If Harry Potter, or Izumo Matsuyori as he was calling himself now, was still alive with a 'greater, stronger power' in his possession they could only whisper it had to be a dark power.
"Harry wait! You- "
One of the boys in Izumo's entourage held his hand out and held out a hand summoning an ethereal chartreuse flame sword pointed dead at the chest of Lily Potter. "The Boss is not a violent man beyond reason. Keep pushing your luck or try to follow us, none of us will stand between you and the fate you bring upon yourself" he warned. Icy blue eyes glared into emerald green before he followed the retreating group through a fiery portal that closed the second he was through.
Lily and James shared a worried look before their eyes shot to Albus' with a look of malice. "This is your fault!" both adults yelled with clenched hands, fingernails digging into Lily's hand drawing blood that dripped to the floor.