Disclaimer: (For entire story) I do not, in any way, own Code Geass nor Harry Potter.
A/N: Just posting for fun. Doubt this'll be get much response. Don't like, don't read! No flames please!
Prologue
"Remember who you were... who you are..." A lovely green-haired witch whispered tenderly, her eyes glittering a mystical gold. "Who you truly are."
The mysterious woman brought an ivory hand to his cheek, caressing it with great care - as if he was to turn to ash and fly away in the wind any moment now. Wasting no time, she closed in, to brush her lips against his in a feather-light kiss.
And like a broken dam, everything came flooding back in an overwhelming, fluid quality. Memories gushed endlessly, engulfing every last bit of perplexity within him. They sucked him into a void world, where there was only himself, and a large replica of Jupiter - where black and red feathers rained down in their millions.
He saw pools of scarlet painting a majestic flight of stairs. He saw a girl, whose eyes were sewn shut by tragedy and conspiracy, whose dreams of peace and happiness ignited a flame which drove a young boy on and on. He saw hatred and vengeance. He saw the death of a prince. He saw the birth of a masked revolutionary. He saw a group of people, drunk with laughter, as dazzling lights set off into the sky, bearing heartedly grins as they went around in circles chasing him. He saw jewel green eyes, sapphire eyes, olive green eyes - all of them lit by warmth of friendship, lackluster from bereavement, hardened by revelations and betrayal. He saw the evils committed by a willing martyr.
He saw ruby bird-like sigils glowing ominously back at him, as he locked gazes with himself in a mirror.
He saw the fall of the Demon Emperor.
A sword. A mask.
It was the blood on his chest. It was the hush in the air.
It was the promise of hope.
It was life, it was sun. It was night, it was death.
All at once, the weight of his load vanished, as eternal night fell upon Lelouch vi Britannia.
The woman - the immortal witch - drew back slowly, and pierced him with a gaze of a thousand blades. It was merely a quiver of her lips. Close to inaudible. But he heard it. Heard those three magical words that changed Harry James Potter's life forever.
"Wake up, Lelouch."