Chapter One
The wizard king stood off to the side of the ritual chamber with those he considered his few friends. Among them was a witch of the same age who had been his friend since their first year in the magical world. There was another wizard as well, a true warrior who had been there the same amount of time but hadn't been considered friend until they had been in their fifth year of magic school when he had come into his own and another witch a year younger with long blond hair and wide blue eyes. They were all over one hundred years old.
There was another man there, a king in the muggle world. He was the son of the king who had been in charge when the first wizard had realized his duty and made friends with his fellow monarchs. The king Edward was younger than his companions, only forty years old. A child when compared to the ages of the others, but still a good friend. There was a hand full of others who stood around the group, all who had close ties with the wizard in ceremonial robes. The king of wizard kind, what was left of it anyways.
He was king due to his lineage as well as his power, for if he had one with out the other, the crown would have rejected him. The royal line had died away centuries before his birth, and none had known that the blood line had lived on in a younger son who had been saved by his governess during the attack that had killed his family. The girl had hidden him away in her family and had changed his name and let him grow up ignorant of his status to preserve his life. He had become a Gryffindor and it was his son who was one of the founders of Hogwarts. Two hundred years later only a daughter was left and she had married the lord of the Potter line and from them was who he was descended from, where his Legacy had come from.
His blood line had faded into obscurity until the current king had cast a spell designed for use by the royal line. The spell had worked, amazingly, and the magical world had clamored for their new king to take his throne. By that time however, his world, the magical world was in ruins. Most of his people had been wiped out by the worst dark lord in centuries and several of the old blood lines and centuries of knowledge had been lost to the years of war. The number of wizards and magical beings were less than a quarter of their previous number and it was impossible to heal from all of the damage inflicted.
He had done his best, as with his councilors at his side had helped boost their world as best they could. It had become evident after years of work that their world would likely never recover. Witches and wizards birth rates were low due to damage from the war and lack of people to even have children. That combined with the knowledge lost had caused them to try researching different ways to fix everything. It had taken over fifty years of work and study to bring them to this point, this time where they could do something.
Today, one hundred and thirty year old King Potter would be sending his soul back in time to inhabit his younger body. He would work swiftly to raise an army and neutralize the threat of the Dark Lord before he could destroy the magical world. Once he was back in time he would work to see that the good guys were trained and the bad guys were stripped of their power and freedom. It had been a hard learned lesson, not giving mercy to the enemy, but he had learned it after the loss of his beloved.
He stood in his ceremonial robes amongst his friends and spoke to them for a few more minutes as the runes for the ritual finished powering up under the light of the moon.
"I wish I wasn't going back alone." he said softly to his friends.
"We wish it as well Hadrian, but the magic can only support one soul." his curly haired best friend said as she smiled gently at him.
"Listen to Mione, she knows best. Besides, if everything goes to plan you will have us with you soon enough when you go back." Neville chuckled as he played with a dagger. Nev was always playing with some weapon or another.
"You can do this my friend, and our hearts will be with you every step of the way. You remember what all you must do?" the blond witch asked urgently as the time came closer.
"Yes Luna, I remember. What about you Edward, any last words too say?" he asked his friend, the muggle king of England.
"I wish you luck my friend. You know the laws, simply state your name and title and my great grandmother will see you. Our family is taught from birth of your kind, she will not dare cross you and once you propose working together she will agree whole heartily." the younger man said.
Of those left they all wished him luck, knowing that if what they were attempting was to succeed then they would cease to exist the moment his soul was taken. They were prepared for this outcome, prepared to sacrifice their current lives to ensure the lives of so many who they had lost. As they finished their goodbyes the circle of runes began to glow and everyone moved into position.
The king, Hadrian James Potter, moved to the center of the rune circle while the others surrounded it at strategic positions. When the glow reached its brightest they began to chant, allowing their magic to rise to the surface and fill the room. The magic began swirling the third time through the chant and by the fifth the runes were flashing so brightly they had to shield their eyes. The air filled with the song of a phoenix, softly at first and growing louder by the moment. At the peak of the chant, the moment the moon was directly over head the noise and lights stopped for one heart beat, long enough for the king to see them all one last time, before the shockwave of the magic took hold tearing his soul from his body and flinging it back in time.
Those around him had only a moment to smile in success before they and everything around them disappeared and was lost. The time line folding in on itself, and stealing their very lives to ensure the success of the magic they had cast.
The king was lost in a swirl of images and colors from his life as his soul was flung backwards through time. He waited patiently for seconds or centuries, he didn't know, but still he waited. Soon he was eighty and watching the old king die, holding his hand as his friend went to meet the boat man.
He was forty and was being crowned king of the magical world.
Thirty-nine having just defeated Voldermort with a spell only useable by those of royal blood. The crowds watched as the first king in centuries was proven in front of their eyes.
He was thirty-two and his beloved Gage was struck down in front of him during the battle of Hogwarts. He destroyed every death eater on the battle field in his grief but he was too late to save Hogwarts and the school fell, centuries of history and knowledge lost in one day.
He was twenty-four and his mentor Severus was wasting away in front of him, having been tortured beyond saving by Voldermort when he discovered the man was a spy. He had been sent back to them after days of torture at the death eaters hands and after being fed a poison without an antidote. He shed a tear as the man took his last breath, swearing vengeance.
He was sixteen and the American wizards had just arrived to help in their fight. One man was twenty and a team captain. He was deliciously handsome and was smirking at him. Gage Stone was every gay wizards and straight witches fantasy and he was looking at Harry. That was also the day he learned of MI5.
He was fifteen and Draco came to him, betraying the death eaters. He says that a true Malfoy bows to no man but his king. It was the first time he heard the story of the Wizard King, whose line had been murdered centuries ago.
He was fourteen and Voldermort was rising out of the cauldron after using his blood to regain his body.
Thirteen and driving off over a hundred dementors with a single patroni. It was one of the first things that made others realize just how magically powerful he was.
Twelve and pulling Excalibur from the sorting hat. Before he went too meet up with Ron the sorting hat demanded the blade back so he had been unable to show anyone. If they had seen the blade things would have changed a lot earlier but everyone, including him, had just thought it was some sword.
He was eleven and learning about magic for the first time from Hagrid.
His tenth birthday and he got lashed because Dudley lied and said he broke a vase.
Nine and watching through his cupboard door as his relatives had christmas in front of the tree.
His ninth birthday which was the worst beating of his life. Vernon had been drunk. The memories slowed now, coming to a stop the day before his eight birthday as his younger self lay in the cupboard. The kings soul floated through the door and looked down at his younger self in pity. He can clearly see the bruises from his latest beating and how small his younger body is. With barely a thought he sunk into the young body, merging with his younger soul.
It hurts as the memories he had long forgotten are joined with his knowledge of what is to come. His emotions become hurtful as his control of over a century is tested by his childish feelings. He can clearly remember his latest beating and his feelings of pain and sadness at his relatives mistreatment.
He quickly acclimates to the new rush of emotion and remembers how it is to be young. The spell insures that he has all of his knowledge but also is allowed to live again. No reason to be a hundred year old child, it would be suspicious so he will have the emotions of a child along with all of the memories at current recall, but he also has some of the control of his many years along with all of his knowledge.
It was still early morning hours and his relatives would sleep for another hour or more so he settled down and worked on building shields in his mind. He would put his plans into action when the world was awake. No reason to suddenly appear in MI5 headquarters in the magic section when no one would be there. He knew that they were looking for him, Harry Potter was a mystery to them as he had stopped the Dark Lord. They thought he was in the wizarding world and had no idea he was in the muggle world. Most people thought he was in the wizard world and only a handful knew where he really was. None of which ever came to see him, leaving him to his family.
When he popped into the office and informed them who he was they would be tripping over themselves to interview him and bring him into their fold before the Ministry of Magic was able to. With his plan and his knowledge he would be able to get their help to make what he wanted happen. It would only be a month or two but by the coming school year he would have a day school for muggle borns established and the ministry would have no idea until the students began arriving at Hogwarts in a years time.
He would also be working to steal away muggleborns from the ministry and giving were's jobs in the muggle world until he could fix the wizarding world. The ministry purposely kept muggleborns in low payed jobs and bottom level positions with little to no advancement so all he would have to do would be to offer them higher wages and appropriate advancement and they would flock to working for him and her majesties government. At least until he was able to reestablish the Magical Monarchy and disband the current government, at least in the UK.
By the time he started Hogwarts in four years he planned to be ready to claim the throne with little to no resistance. The prejudiced and immoral system of government would be swiftly and fully reworked, giving jobs based on merit instead of bloodline and insuring that were's and other beings were not refused jobs simply because of there race or a condition they can not help.
He spent the next hour building a fortress in his mind. It was as large and had moving staircases and hidden passages like Hogwarts. He made the wall three and four levels thick and the inner passages ways were like a maze that only he knew the system to. He placed his young memories from birth until his eighth birthday in tapestries and paintings that hung on the walls and in books that he left out in the open library. His memories form what would come were placed in tomes of every kind and color, all with locks and then hid the hundreds of books in a secret chamber in the dungeons of his castle. They were hidden in the room much like the room of requirement and guarded by some of the worst traps and tricks he could think of.
All over his castle were traps and in the center in his 'office' were his most precious memories. Those of his parents before their deaths. He also allowed himself a small journal type book of his best memories with Gage that he hid in a secret compartment in his desk. He created dragons and gryffins to guard outside his castle and he created other house elfs and paintings to warn him if anyone got past his outer defenses and he imagined eight 'people' based on some of the odder and more intriguing members of the American Wizards Army.
He outfitted these soldiers with guns and other things so that they could attack and fight anyone who invaded his minds fortress. He also imagined a few ninjas just for kicks. In his office was a hidden door which led to the 'control room' for his body. It had monitors for his heartbeat and breathing as well as his general emotional level and magical core. It had warning systems which would inform him if he were in danger of depleting his magic as well as if he was harmed and how much damage he had sustained. Form his 'control room' he could direct his magic to heal himself and he went ahead and had it take care of his current bruises and the cracked ribs and sprained wrist from his last beating.
He took note of the scars on his body and set his magic to slowly heal them over the next few weeks. He needed proof of his treatment at his relatives hands until he was removed from their care by MI5. They would put him with either the royal family or one of their agents anyways, but things would move quicker if they had proof he was being abused. One thing he wouldn't stand however, was having to wear glasses. He took the liberty of sending a huge burst of his magic to his eyes, healing them instantly and making them better than the average persons. It was painful but the results were what he wanted so he didn't complain.
By the time he was finished creating his mind scape and allowed himself to return to consciousness he could hear Petunia bustling around the kitchen. He had the irrational urge to go in and banish her from the room. He loved cooking and to have someone other than him in the kitchen made him tetchy. It drove his servants crazy as they thought it improper for a King to do something so mundane as cooking. He waited patiently for the hateful woman to come let him out of the cupboard to finish breakfast.
It didn't take long. Once she had all of the ingredients out she came stomping down the hall. Honestly, had the woman never heard of grace and poise. Her screeching voice filled the air as she unlocked the bolt on his cupboard.
"Up, get up you little wretch." her grating voice made him wish he had lost his hearing but he complied with her demand and slipped from the cupboard and into the kitchen.
He almost sneered at the bruised produce and expensive but inferior staples. Honestly, they wasted their money on the higher priced food to impress the neighbors when they could get better quality and more of it by going to market instead. He shook his head and got to work cutting up the mushrooms and tomatoes to fry while the bacon cooked away in the skillet. When he started on the eggs he added in a bit of Vernon's cream and some fresh goat cheese to help them be fluffy and have rich flavor. Even though he hated his relatives he couldn't bring himself to cook badly.
By the time everything was cooked up Vernon was stomping down the stairs. Harry could hear the stairs groaning under the fat oafs weight and fervently prayed for them to collapse under him. It would be hilarious until the man decided it was his fault and attempted to attack him for it. Not that he would get far, Hadrian knew wandless magic after all, but if he were caught off guard in this small body it could be very bad for his health.
His relatives sat down to the breakfast feast and he could see their surprise at the succulent flavors compared to the normally bland meal. At the age of eight most people couldn't even cook, much less season things to make a gourmet meal instead of bland food. He had set aside a small plate for himself in the kitchen and went back in to eat it out of the way, knowing that otherwise his fat lump of a cousin would try and take it from him.
He ate quickly and out of habit began cleaning up the kitchen. He had realized later in life that Petunia's psychotic fastidiousness had rubbed off on him and he couldn't bare things to be messy. He remembered very well how the other boys in Gryffindor could tell when he was really stressed as their rooms went from tidy to spotless. The house elfs had reported his cleaning habits to the headmaster and his head of house. Dumbledore had known he would not be spoiled at the Dursley's but he'd had no idea the level of abuse until first year when the house elf's had gone to him in tears because Hadrian had been scrubbing the floors in his dorm room by hand until his knuckles had cracked and bled.
McGonnigal and Dumbledore had come in at three in the morning to find him scrubbing away in a frenzy due to him being stressed and fearing Snape hated him. They had taken him to Pomfrey who had doused him with dreamless sleep and the next day Snape and the Headmaster had sat him down in private to explain about the Potions masters role as a spy. Dumbledore had expressed his sorrow with how Hadrian had been raised and his wish that he could find a safe home for him but the wards could not be compromised for his safety. He had however gone to the Dursley's and placed a spell to prevent them form physically striking him which stopped the beatings at least.
When his relatives finished breakfast and Vernon headed in to work his aunt informed him she was taking Dudley to London to go shopping so he was left with a list of chores while they headed off. It was perfect for his plans so he went ahead and worked on his assigned tasks until they were gone before hurrying to shower and change.
He took a long hot shower, knowing that if his relatives had been around it would have been impossible for him to do so. The Dursley's took great pleasure in preventing him from basic comforts like hot water. Once he was clean and wrapped in a towel he looked in the mirror. He could see the lash lines across his back, several were still fresh and pink while others were old white lines. He was tempted to heal them until they were all gone but he needed the proof. He headed to Dudley's room and went through the fat slobs closet before finding a pair of brand new black slacks and a long sleeved cotton t-shirt in emerald green.
He used a bit of wandless magic to shrink the huge clothes until they would fit his malnourished frame and then used a bit of transfiguration to make a pair of leather dress shoes into soft leather boots that would fit as well. Once done he wiped the residual magic from the items which would make the changes permanent. Wizards were always trying to make a spell to make transfiguration's permanent, they never realized that wiping the magic from something would do the same.
The reason transfigured objects returned to their original state after a while was because the residual magic would slowly break down. If you removed the magic from the transfigured object then the magic couldn't break down and the object would stay as it was. It was a nifty bit of knowledge that hadn't yet been figured out yet. He would have to write a paper on it and have it published so that the knowledge could become common sooner this time around.
Once he was dressed he headed out of the house and to the train station. He would take the train to London and then wonder around until he was 'found' by some agents. Once his name got out M-5 would move quickly to have him in their custody. If it took too long he could always go for one of the public tours. He knew they checked everyone who came into the government buildings so he would not even be half way through his tour before they asked to speak with him.
The train ride was quick and soon he was walking along the Thames river. Where the MI6 building was public and well known the MI5 offices were in the same building but were only accessible by certain levels of security and the wizarding offices were in a wizard space like Grimuald Place. They were only visible to those who knew they were there and even then, only accessible to those who were keyed in unless accompanied by an agent.
The magical offices were mostly staffed by muggleborns who had left the wizarding world for better opportunities and by muggles who knew about magic. There were only a handful of agents who were not muggleborn and only two purebloods who worked for Her majesties government.
He knew he could have at least thirty or more hired on before the end of the summer holidays and that they would let him. After all, having trained witches and wizards ready in case another war came would benefit the muggle government and as the Magical King, the muggle royalty would be considered close friends and allies. With the several hundred thousand pounds that the government had set aside to help after the last magical war there was enough money to hire a couple hundred workers but that wasn't necessary, he would convince them to use it to start a school for muggle raised magicals and light sided and neutral purebloods who he could trust to keep it secret.
He decided it was to easy to just hand himself over so he conjured a drawing pad and some charcoal pencils, knowing they would register the magic and come to investigate, and sat down on a nearby bench to draw the river and some of the barges on it. Sure enough, it took less than a minute before he felt a magical signature approaching. He saw a man in a muggle business suit approaching him on his left while a woman in a nice pants suit headed in from his right but acted as though he didn't notice. The man had his hand discretely on his wand while another hand was in position to grab the gun Hadrian was certain was hidden under his jacket on a shoulder holster.
He felt the subtle wash of magic that most would miss, testing to see if he were armed. He allowed himself to jerk and look around suspiciously, even though he had been expecting it, before going back to his drawing. He knew they would be shocked he had felt the magic, it was rare that someone as young as he looked was so in tune with his core. He felt more than saw the woman back off from him while the man bought some bread crumbs from a vendor and casually came over to sit on the bench next to him too feed the ducks in the river.
It was amusing, he thought, to see the man attempting to study him and not be noticed. He could feel the witch behind him by several yards, likely under a disillusionment charm. The man next to him waited several minutes before speaking.
"Hello young man." he said pleasantly. He debated for a moment on whether to keep screwing with them or not but in the end he decided it would be easiest to just cooperate.
He lifted his head and used his hand to casually move his bangs, showing his scar in an 'accidental' move. To the agent it would just look like he was brushing his bangs out of his eyes but the action served its purpose to draw the mans attention to his scar. When he saw the mans eyes flash to it and grow wide he quickly moved to flatten his bangs attempting to looked innocent. He could see the mans hand making signs over the back of the bench and was able to understand the simple message. The man was signaling his partner that he was a person of interest. He was certain that the witch would be calling in with the information.
"Hello." he said giving his voice a hint of nervousness even though he didn't feel it. The man was obviously working quickly to figure out what to say next and went with the general adult questions.
"Your a bit young to be out by yourself arn't ya lad. Where are your parents?"
"Dead, they were murdered." he stated shortly. He could see the mans carefully hidden shock at his bluntness but if he hadn't been looking for it he would have missed it. The man was good.
"Well I am sorry to hear that. Who do you live with if your parents are no longer around?" the man was very good. Had he been just a child he wouldn't have realized he was being interrogated.
"With my mothers sister and her family. Aunt Petunia is a horrible woman but she is the only family I have left." he tried to sound meek and downtrodden but he had been a leader since he was a child so meekness didn't quite work for him.
"What is your name young man?" the wizard asked casually, offering the bread crumb bag so that he could help feed the ducks.
"Hadrian James Potter, but everyone calls me Harry. I don't like to be called Harry though, its too normal. I remember before my parents died that my dad called me a lot of nicknames like snitch and bambi, but that stopped when that man killed them. My aunt doesn't think I know the truth and she tries to tell me they died in a car accident but I remember the night it happened so I know the truth." he said as though imparting some big secret.
He smiled as the ducks came over to eat the crumbs he threw to them. He allowed some of his power to come out, causing the animals to feel more at ease and come closer. It was the type of unconscious magic children often exhibited so it would be felt but not be too big of a shock to the wizards observing him. He could tell the man registered the magic by the way his eyes focused on him more intently.
"You wouldn't happen to be James Potter's son would you?" the man asked casually as though not knowing the answer. He grinned internally but outwardly allowed his features to register surprise and excitement.
"You knew my father?" he questioned brightly.
"Well I knew of him, he was two years ahead of me in school. We were on the quidditch team together." the man said conspiratorially.
Hadrian allowed his eyes to go suitably wide and made a show of looking around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. When he spoke it was in an exaggerated whisper.
"You know about quidditch. Does that mean you are a freak like me?"
"I know all about quidditch, what do you mean a freak Hadrian?" the man asked, something flashing in his eyes.
Hadrian pretended to be shy and debating something very hard before leaning closely and stage whispering. "I can make things happen and I remember before my parents died and my uncles went away that they could do things to but they used sticks. Aunt Petunia says I am a freak and Uncle Vernon tries to beat it out of me but I like it cause it helps heal me and I can make it so my cupboard isn't dark and my clothes fit right."
He could see the shock on the mans face, it was obviously not what he had been expecting to hear. The shock quickly gave way to a false calm, but as he had mild empathetic talents he could feel the anger bubbling under the mans facade. His recent memories and youthful emotions caused him to flinch back before he could stop himself. This caused another flash in the mans eyes but he hid it quickly and Hadrian could feel a barrier forming in between him and the mans emotions. Obviously the man had realized he was empathetic, but that wasn't a big deal, several magical people were but most grew out of it as they got older, his had just become more pronounced.
"Well Hadrian, I can do things too and I can promise you that it doesn't make you a freak. It is something called magic and it makes you a wizard. If you want I can take you too meet some other people who can do magic." the agent offered, signing over the back of the bench to his partner.
"Are you supposed to talk about it, 'cause my aunt Petunia always hits me when I do any of it or talk about it. She says its against the law." he said with a nervous tint to his voice. He made a show of looking around and staring at the spot where the other agent hid invisable.
He grinned internally at the look of shock on the agents face as he realized where he was looking and decided to play with him a bit more.
"Is the lady coming too?" he asked calmly.
"What lady are you talking about?" the agent questioned cautiously.
"The one over there trying to be invisible. It almost worked too but I can see through it. She is like a chameleon, blending into the background." he allowed excitement to color his voice.
The man quickly got over his shock and answered. "Yes actually, agent Green will be coming with us. She and I are special agents for the government and the other wizards and witches I am taking you to meet work with us at our job which is just down the way in that building there." he pointed to the MI6 building.
Hadrian nodded and stood, shrinking his drawing pad and pencils and slipping them in the pocket of his slacks. He heard the sharply indrawn breath of the man next to him and gave him an odd look, as though what he had just done was normal. He started walking towards the building and the two agents fell into step with him chatting with him about his relatives and his life so far. They were very good at getting information and he could see their displeasure at his twisting of words and changing of topics.
"So you said you lived with your Aunt and Uncle, do you like living with them?" Ashley Green, the female agent asked.
"Nope, I can't wait until I am old enough to leave cause they are not nice at all."
"What about them isn't nice?" Agent Simmons asked. He was the senior agent and the male wizard.
"Everything."
"Well what about school, do you like school?" Green questioned.
"I like to learn." he answered vaguely, watching them communicate silently over his head.
"Well what sorts of things do you like to learn?" Simmons prompted.
"My magic and I want to learn how to fight. I think it would be cool to be a ninja." he gave a typical eight year old answer.
"Do you know any martial arts?" Green questioned.
"I know a bit, but I can't use it cause if I fight back then I get lashed. Mostly I read about it in the library and saw it in movies. I practiced on my own and if I could fight back I would probably win." he puffed out his little chest.
"Well what all can you do with your magic?" Green asked.
"A lot of things. I can make things change what they are and I can clean and I can make things smaller or bigger. I can even teleport." he gave a childish grin at the last one.
He was talking about shifting which was like apparation but instead of having limits and needing concentration, to shift you just stepped to the side and to where ever you were going. It was silent and untraceable and no ward could block it. The only down side was with apparation you could go anywhere with the coordinates if you had the power to make it that far but to shift you had to have been there before or be able to see where you were going. It was like stepping sideways into space.
They asked a few more questions as they led him into the building and towards the hidden offices before they got to the most important question.
"So Hadrian, you said you remember what happened the night your parents died, can you tell us about it." Simmons questioned calmly, as though it wasn't a big deal but Hadrian could feel the turbulent emotions in the man, the need and curiosity and fear all rolled into one.
He stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at the two agents and then ignored the question headed into the doorway leading to the magical offices. It only took another few steps before they were in the center of an office area. The walls were lined with desks for all of the individual workers and in the middle of the huge room was a large conference table and several chairs. There was one whole wall at the back of the ware house sized room filled with faces and names and notes of magical people all over the Europe.
There was a second floor that was more like a wide balcony all around the room looking out over the people below. Up there was a large area filled with book cases full of spell books and books on every kind of magic known. There was one office which was glassed in and as he watched an attractive fifty year old wizard came striding out and looking in their direction while a younger muggle woman, likely his secretary, led the way while looking through files and speaking lowly.
He could feel several magical signatures and several life forces of muggles and squibs through out the room. He watched calmly as the man headed his way, catching the attention of most of the office which only consisted of around fifty people. It was evident this man was Commander Jeffery Danes, the man who was killed in duty before Hadrian ever found out about the magical section of MI5. The man had been a legend, a true warrior who had gone to Hogwarts and then afterward joined in the SAS to serve his country. He was a half-blood who had been raised in the muggle world so he felt loyalty to his country.
He had quickly risen through the ranks and once he had stepped down at the age of thirty he had gone on a tour of the world and learned magic long lost in Europe. He had met and married his young wife in the states when he was thirty-two and she was seventeen. She was actually Gage's aunt and one of the main reasons Gage had volunteered his troupes to come over and help fight the death eaters. Danes and his wife had been tortured and killed ritually by death eaters for being blood traitors and working for her majesties government.
Finally Danes reached them and after looking him over for a minute the man spoke.
"I am Commander Jeffery Danes son, and we need to talk."