Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter nor Champions Online, though I am on there when I can't think of a thing to write. For once, I actually got an idea from there.
Chapter One - How Harry found the armor
Harry James Potter had faced a lot of things in his young life, some he knew of, some he didn't. Some things he did know was hunger, mostly due to his Aunt Petunia, and pain, which were caused by his overly large uncle and cousin. He also knew that he was very intelligent, learning how to read by the time he was three, and knew enough to hide this valuable skill, and others as he learned them.
However, what he didn't know was that he survived a very powerful curse, the same one that killed his parents, though his aunt never told him that. Nor did he know his parents names, or anything related to them. Harry tried to ask once... he since learned to not do that again. His butt still hurts from the spanking.
Speaking of age three, it was during that time that Uncle Vernon was transferred to Grunning's US office in the newly rebuilt Millennium City, what was once Detroit. Unknown to the family, the person who would normally prevent this from happening, one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was currently on a diplomatic mission for the International Confederation of Wizards, and was therefore unavailable.
Once settled in Millennium City's City Center, both Dudley and Harry were enrolled in preschool. It was there that Dudley got his first punishment ever, for beating up his cousin. Vernon and Petunia were called in, and started blaming everything on Harry, which his teachers didn't believe for one second. Vernon then tried his second usual tactic, bribing. This instantly got the police called, and both Vernon and Petunia were in jail, with charges for bribery, as well as child abuse and neglect once Harry told the police about his home life.
Dudley and Harry were sent to separate foster homes, though Dudley was only temporarily placed while his Aunt Marge was arraigning to come over and get him. Harry was happy in Millennium City, and liked his foster family, so it was decided that he would remain as a US citizen, and was permanently placed with the Duncans, the family that took him in.
Time passed, as it usually does, and Harry is now nine. Thanks to the advanced medical research Millennium City is known for, Harry's body was repaired of all the damage from his time with the Dursleys, and was very tall for his age. Standing about 5' 1", and weighing around 97 pounds, most of it being slim but lightly developed muscles, Harry definitely stood out in a crowd.
On October 10th of his fourth grade year, Harry's class was on a field trip to the Downtown Millennium City Police Department for a tour. The class was in the storage area for police armaments when the building shook. The police officer they had for a guide radioed the front, and found out that an alien race called the Qularr was attacking. The guide was then told to stay where they are, as the storage area was heavily re-enforced. Unfortunately, no-one noticed Harry as he ran off into one of the rooms.
Harry was in a panic. He knew aliens existed, having seen Ironclad of The Champions from afar. He just didn't think that there would be those that would harm people, or at least not near Earth. He also knew about magic, or at least the version used by wizards and witches not associated with the great covens like The Trismegistus Council, which Witchcraft is a part of. She visited the school last year to speak in a school assembly and sensed Harry's power. She also knew who he was and his place in the British wizarding community, and told him everything she knew. She also sensed the darkness within the scar, and called in the council to remove it.
However, all that didn't matter as Harry blindly charged into one of the storage rooms. Closing the door, Harry leaned against it and sank to the floor not noticing the lights turning on automatically. As Harry was trying to catch his breath, a mechanical sounding voice called out.
[Who is there?] asked the voice.
Harry looked up with fear in his eyes. He realized he was in a room he wasn't supposed to be. As the building shook again with another explosion. He asked, "Who said that?"
[I am the artificial intelligence module for the City Ordinance Mobile Bionic Assault Tank, or C.O.M.B.A.T. for short,] said the voice. [To ask again, who are you?]
"My name is Harry James Potter, a student at Millennium City Elementary School," replied Harry. "My class was taking a tour when an alien race called the Qularr attacked."
[You should not be here,] said the A.I., [however, I cannot fault you for panicking. I was designed for such situations as this attack, as I would be guiding the pilot of the suit over there.] Harry saw a new light come on, and looked over to see a large power armor. The suit was black, with police blue on the armor itself. [Unfortunately, while I and the suit were built as prototypes, budget cuts ended the project before it began. It was such revolutionary technology, as well. Bio-adaptive armor that can reform itself to whoever is operating it. Holo-matrix shielding that can take blows at Grond level. Weapons that, while still powerful, won't destroy buildings if being fired right next to one. If only there was a pilot. Oh well, even A.I.s can dream.]
Harry was thinking furiously through all this. Now that his initial panic had eased, he wanted to help, but couldn't. He knew he had magic, but was untrained in it, as wizards and witches of his type stayed away from Millennium City like the plague. He was the only exception as he didn't know at the time. The A.I. wanted to help. The armor needed a pilot. There was only one way to resolve this.
"You said the armor needed a pilot. What if I piloted it?" asked Harry hopefully.
The A.I. didn't respond for a second, then a wide beam was emitted from one of the suit's sensors.
[Scanning... subject too light to handle the suit. However, the nanite enhancers will take care of that once inside. Suit up, Mr. Potter, though you might want to strip to your underwear,] said the A.I. as the helmet lifted off and the chest plate opened to allow access.
Harry jumped for joy, but then frowned when he heard he had to take his school clothes off. Sighing, he did as he was told, leaving himself in his favorite roomy boxers, then climbed inside. Gently easing himself into the crotch and legs, Harry settled himself in the roomy suit. Suddenly, the suit started to shrink, dropping down a little over a foot from it's original 7' 2" height, leaving Harry to wonder why the suit didn't shrink more.
[Engaging nanite enhancers,] said the A.I. Harry had forgotten about those, and winced in pain as a couple of pneumatic shots were injected into him. Instantly the nanites went to work, enhancing his body beyond normal parameters. Harry felt himself growing taller and broader, his muscles expanding. When it was over, Harry now stood at 5' 9", a gain of eight inches from his previous height, and looked to weigh about 220 pounds in heavily developed muscles, though he knew it was a lot more than that, as his muscles felt extremely dense.
His new height now allowed him to fit in the now six foot tall suit. (The soles of the armor's feet are 1 ½ " thick. The helmet is also this thickness, which accounts for the added three inches.) The chest plate then closed over Harry's body, and the helmet covered his head before shrinking to fit comfortably. Once everything was set, the armor's lights were powered on and the holographic HUD was activated.
"Wow, this is incredible!" exclaimed Harry. It was then that one of the teachers and a police officer came into the room, having discovered that Harry ran off. The officer looked over at the armor and asked depressingly, "Mr. Potter, please tell me you didn't activate the suit?"
"Sorry, sir," said Harry apologetically. "I wanted to help, and so did the A.I., so we decided to work together." Just then, the both the officer's radio and the one built into the suit went off with a call from Defender, the leader of The Champions, telling any heroes in the area to meet with Sergeant McAvoy about three blocks east of the Downtown police station.
The officer sighed. "Alright Mr. Potter, if you're going to do this, and the A.I. wants you to do this, then I'll give whatever support I can. I'll radio ahead to let Sgt. McAvoy know to expect you." The officer grabbed the mic, but when he pressed the call button, all he got was static.
"Blast, they must be jamming the frequencies," said the officer.
"Harry, please, you don't have to do this. You could get hurt," said the teacher.
"And so could a lot of others," replied Harry. "I now have the power to help others, especially all the other little kids out there who are separated from their parents and are frightened. I would not feel right if I knew I could help, but didn't."
"Alright, Harry, if you feel this is what you need to do then do so," said the teacher.
[Sir, I've scanned the jamming signal from the Qularr ships. While radio frequencies, as well as travel powers save for The Champions, are being jammed, the emergency teleporter is still active, since it runs on a frequency that currently is unblocked. Mr. Potter and I could teleport to Sgt. McAvoy's location. However, it will be a one shot, as once they get the signal, it will be blocked,] said the A.I.
"Do it, then," said the officer, who was writing something down. "Mr. Potter, this is a note for Mayor Biselle. He was in a meeting with the Chamber of Commerce in the Samson Building on expanding business in City Center when the attack hit. It will explain why the suit was activated and who's piloting it."
"He's not going to be too happy to hear that," said Harry with a pained look on his face, though it wasn't seen due to the helmet.
"Yeah, and the press is going to have a field day when they find out a kid got access to high grade police technology, especially technology that has a safety feature that binds the suit to its pilot's biology and can only unlock when the pilot dies or he uses the unlock codes," said the officer. "Thankfully, that's not my department. Alright, from now until the invasion is taken care of, you'll be operating under the suit's call sign, C.O.M.B.A.T. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" saluted C.O.M.B.A.T. The young man took the note, then said to the A.I., "Engage teleport."
[Teleport engaged,] replied the module. C.O.M.B.A.T. was enveloped in a field of blue light. When the light fades, he found himself staring into chaos. Above them, Qularr star fighters were flying through the air, firing at anything on the ground or at buildings. Near the ruined Chamber of Commerce building the area was crawling with Qularr drones. Heros other than The Champions were helping out in fighting the oversized bugs and rescuing the citizens trapped by the force fields that were set up.
"This is going to be harder than I though," said Harry to himself.
[You can say that again,] said the module.
"You know what? You need a name. I'm going to call you A.M.O.S. - A.I. Module Operation System," said Harry.
[A.M.O.S... I like it,] said the newly named A.M.O.S. [Anyway, let's go meet Sgt. McAvoy. He's across the street waving his arms.]
C.O.M.B.A.T. looked over, found the waving officer, and headed towards him.
Sgt. McAvoy looked up at the power suit heading towards him. "Oh, man. I didn't think we were that desperate to have to activate the suit. Well, now that you're here, head over to talk with Socrates, he and some officers set up a test area to see if your attack powers are still working," said the sergeant.
C.O.M.B.A.T. just nodded, and headed over to the Socrates terminal a few steps away.
[Greetings, C.O.M.B.A.T. Your suit's A.I. informed me of who you are, as well as why and how the suit was activated,] said Socrates. [Now, to ensure that at least your basic attack powers are working, for you, that is your Power Bolts and Power Gauntlet, please head south on the street behind you to the test area. The Qularr seeded the area with their pods, and we don't want them to hatch into Firebugs.]
"On it," said C.O.M.B.A.T., his voice modulated to sound older thanks to A.M.O.S. Turning around, C.O.M.B.A.T. ran to the street and followed it to the site. Quickly targeting the nearest pod, he fired a few Power Bolts from the palms of his hands at it, noting the slow decrease in the health of the pod, as well as the increase in energy for his attacks.
[Harry, try using the Power Gauntlet,] said A.M.O.S. Holding his fists out in front of him, C.O.M.B.A.T. charged up a powerful blast and fired it at the pod, wiping out the other half of the pod's health, while at the same time, lowering his energy level, though it slowly recharged.
[So that's how the system works,] said A.M.O.S. [The power generator is set up for the Power Bolts alone, but the bolts themselves require very little energy, so the rest is siphoned off into storage tanks to use together with the generator for stronger attacks.]
"Makes sense," replied Harry as he went back to blasting the pods. A few moments later, C.O.M.B.A.T. decided that his starting weapons were working perfectly, so he left the pods to others needing to test their weapons and went back to Socrates.
[Ah, I see the test came out perfect,] said the city A.I. as C.O.M.B.A.T. arrived back at the terminal. [Now that everything is working to the best of your abilities, go see Mayor Biselle. He has a mission for you.]
"Well, time to face the music," said C.O.M.B.A.T., and he set off to the canopy where the mayor and his daughter were seeking refuge.
Mayor Calvin Biselle was trying to organize and co-ordinate the combined forces of the MCPD and PRIMUS when something he never though of seeing walked up to him.
"Alright, whose bright idea was it to activate C.O.M.B.A.T.?" he asked.
Standing at ease, the power suit fighter handed over the note the police officer gave him earlier. Reading the note, Mayor Biselle's face became more and more stern.
"Young man, after this is over with, we have a lot to talk about," he said to C.O.M.B.A.T., before sighing, "but right now, beggars can't be choosers. Alright, here's your first mission. When the Samson Building was bombed, I left behind my laptop and my briefcase. The laptop holds a disc with the city's Emergency Response Plan, while my briefcase has the activation codes. I need you to get those so I can get a signal outside the shield and co-ordinate the counterattack better."
"On my way, sir," said C.O.M.B.A.T. with a salute. The young hero in training left the canopy and headed towards the ruined building, but before he made it even ten steps, he ran into one of the Champions, Sapphire, almost literally, though it wasn't his fault, as she wasn't watching where she was landing.
"Whoa! Oops, sorry about that," said Sapphire as she looked at who she almost ran over. "Oh... oh wow. I've heard of this suit. I just never though I'd see it active."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I need to go retrieve the items the mayor needs to get some control on this assault," said C.O.M.B.A.T.
"Oh, such a deep, rich voice. You sound cute," said Sapphire with a wink. Harry inside the suit felt disgusted.
"Ma'am, I'm going to let you in on a secret. I'm truthfully only nine years old," he said, sending the super-heroine into shock.
"Truthfully?" asked Sapphire desperately. C.O.M.B.A.T. nodded in response, and she dropped her head in shame.
"Talk with Witchcraft about me when this is over, as she should sense who I am, even through the armor," said C.O.M.B.A.T. as he hurried off to get the disc and papers.
"Oh, man, both Bethany and Brendan are going to be taking cracks at me for this," said Sapphire, shaking her head in dejection.
This was basically the rest of Harry's day. Fight off the Qularr, find missing items or people, rescue the occasional cat, and just start his reputation as a hero. He even helped out that moron Foxbat. (FB - Hey, who are you calling a moron?) [A - Author Oblitera...] (FB - I'm out of here!)
After delivering the scan results to the Dr. Silverback holo-com, C.O.M.B.A.T. joined up with a bunch of other heroes alongside Ironclad in keeping the Qularr away from the cannon while it was being assembled. After three waves of assaults, the Qularr were pushed back. With the cannon now complete, C.O.M.B.A.T. was sent to Witchcraft to gain access to Champions HQ.
Witchcraft and the PRIMUS soldiers were keeping the Qularr from entering the building when a hero in blue power armor ran up. However, she also felt magical energy coming from within the suit. Very familiar energy.
"Harry James Potter, what are you doing in that suit?" asked Witchcraft in a huff.
"Sorry, Witchcraft. I panicked when the attack started and I ran into the room that held the suit, and things went from there," said C.O.M.B.A.T. in Harry's normal voice.
"That's right, my daughter did say they were taking a tour of one of the police stations today," said one of the PRIMUS soldiers.
Witchcraft just sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "Well, since you're already a part of this mess, here's the access key. Go and help Defender," she said.
"Thanks, Witchcraft," said C.O.M.B.A.T. in his disguised voice, taking the access key and heading off to the entrance.
"Defender is going to flip when he finds out just who is using the suit Harmon developed," said Witchcraft as she returned to the defense of the building.
Upon entering Champions HQ, Harry was in awe of the architectural grandeur. But that didn't last long as he heard electrical discharges, weapons fire and pounding from the surrounding rooms.
[Harry, pay attention. You can explore the building after the crisis is over,] said A.M.O.S.
"Sorry about that," said Harry to the A.I. Harry headed over to the room on the left, and saw two Qularr drones fighting two robots. Harry thought the robots looked familiar and asked A.M.O.S. to cross-reference them.
[Scanning... the robots are Destroids, creations of Dr. Destroyer. The bots currently seen are Trooper Bots,] said A.M.O.S.
"Great, just what we need," said Harry as he entered the room and started firing on the Qularr first, then the Trooper Bots, knocking out the first, and destroying the others. Harry then backtracked and repeated this step in the other rooms as he headed towards the Champions Gallery.
[Careful, Harry, as there are two other Destroids in the gallery. Gun Drones, which are basically mobile gatling guns, and the ones that all others take the group name from, the Destroid,] said A.M.O.S.
"How many?" asked Harry.
[Looks to be three, though there might be others in the building. My sensors are limited in the building right now due to the Qularr signals,] said the A.I.
"I'll take what I can get," said Harry as he charged into the fray, taking down the rest of the Qularr and helping Defender with the Destroids.
"Alright hero, over here," said Defender over by the doorway. C.O.M.B.A.T. walked over to the leader of the Champions.
"I didn't think the police were ever going to activate that suit," said Defender.
"They didn't, sir," said C.O.M.B.A.T. as he quickly went into the explanation of what all's been happening.
"You've got to be kidding me," said Defender.
"I wish I wasn't," said Harry in his normal voice.
"Well put the voice filter back on, as I don't want who we're facing next to remember your voice," said Defender as they headed towards the doors on the other end of the hallway. "Black Talon is out adversary. We need to stop him before he can lay waste to all of Millennium City." Defender then blasted the doors off their hinges and the pair entered the museum. Standing in front of them was a man in power armor twice as tall as C.O.M.B.A.T.
Defender and C.O.M.B.A.T. rushed forward, and the fight was on. Both sides were firing all th weapons they had access to, neither giving an inch. After a few volleys, the pilot for Black Talon started entering a sequence on his gauntlet. Both A.M.O.S. and Defender picked up on the energy buildup.
[Block!" yelled the two of them. C.O.M.B.A.T. quickly raised his arms in front of him, just as a barrage of missiles were launched at the heroes. Harry was shaken by the assault, but had stood his ground, and started returning fire once again. During all this, the Black Talon pilot kept taunting the pair, as well as binding them up in order to get free shots at them. A.M.O.S. kept a watch on the power meter for the opposing armor.
[Good work, his suit only had one-third of it's power left,] said the A.I. Just then, Destroids started to appear and were attacking Defender.
"I'll hold them off, you deal with Black Talon," said Defender as he turned his assault to the Destroids.
"You just had to provoke Murphy, didn't you?" said Harry to the A.I. as he continued attacking Black Talon. It took about five more minutes of attacking, blocking, dodging the satellite cannon, and breaking the wire binds to drop Black Talon and knock out the pilot. Making sure he was down, C.O.M.B.A.T. then turned his attention to the rest of the Destroids that were attacking Defender.
"Good work, kid. Now we need to stop those beacons. The signal they transmit is what's making the Qularr crazy," said Defender. Between the two of them, they made short work of the remaining Destroids and shut the beacons off.
"Now we need to go to the Defense Control Room, launch Ironclad, and stop this invasion." The two heroes rushed to the control room and made it to the console.
"Go for it! Launch The Ironclad Defense!" said Defender. C.O.M.B.A.T., unseen, made a raised eyebrow look at Defender, but activated the launch sequence for Ironclad.
Outside, Ironclad was placed in his hyper-velocity shell and was launched at the Qularr mothership. The shell easily penetrated the shield and the hull of the ship, knocking it out of the sky. With the destruction of the mothership, the rest of the Qularr fled.
It took a couple of months for the city to be rebuilt from the invasion, though there were some things that couldn't be rebuilt. Harry's foster parents were in their home when the invasion took place, and was one of the buildings destroyed. There were no survivors.
This was one of the things that was being discussed in a meeting between Harry, The Champions save for Defender, James Harmon the IV, CEO of Harmon Industries, and Mayor Biselle.
"Okay, let me get this straight. Mr. Potter here is a wizard, a different type of one than the ones in The Trismegistus Council. The whole group of them in Europe are so stuck in the Victorian Era they're lucky to even have the radio, and not only that, he's considered a hero in that backwards community for just sitting there acting cute while a psychopath that was created within their community blasted him with an unstoppable curse, but was reflected for some unknown reason," stated Mayor Biselle calmly.
"Correct so far, Mayor," said Witchcraft. "From what I found out from the goblins at Gringotts in Salem, the Potter will was ignored, when Dumbledore left Harry here with those relatives of his."
"Yeah, I read the judge's report on the case when they were sentenced," said Mayor Biselle nodding.
"Anyway, Harry was supposed to go to his Godfather, Sirius Black, but he was tossed into jail for a crime he didn't commit. The council called on the spirits to find out what happened and found that another family friend, one Peter Pettigrew, was the actual betrayer, and was hiding in his rat form. The council found him and brought him to justice, freeing Sirius. He'll be here soon to take charge of Harry as he should, though unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore will be coming along as well." She said this with a wince.
"Well, now that his housing is taken care of, what are we going to do about the armor?" asked the mayor.
"Harmon Industries, though they helped design the prototype suit, sold operational control of it to the city when said prototype was developed," said Mr. Harmon.
"I know that, James, but when we ran the numbers, there just wasn't enough to run the prototype, let alone a series of them, and there's even less now with the cleanup from the invasion," said Mayor Biselle.
"Maybe I can help," said a voice by the door.
Everyone looked over to see a tall man in a slightly out of date suit, brownish-black hair with flecks of grey in it, and laughing blue-grey eyes.
"Mr. Black, you're early," said Witchcraft.
"Yeah, I was being tailed by Dumbledore himself. I managed to get him tied up with the council leader in Renaissance Center, and yes, I got a map when I landed at the airport," said Sirius when he came into the room. He looked over at everyone there stopping on the one person he always wants to see.
"Harry, pup, is... is that you?" he asked of his now over-sized godson.
Harry didn't answer for a moment, as he was in a memory, one that appeared to be from before the Dursleys. Harry was a little baby, and he saw a younger version of this man talking baby talk with him, before changing into a large black dog.
"P...Pa...Padfoot?" asked a trembling Harry as stumbled slightly towards Sirius.
"You remember me, pup?" asked Sirius with his arms open wide. Harry rushed into them, knocking the two of them over.
"Don't ever, ever, leave me again, Padfoot," said a sobbing Harry.
"Never again," agreed Sirius.
"As you were saying as you came in, you can help?" asked the mayor.
"Yeah, I'm willing to buy the suit from the city and take over it's operational costs," said Sirius he and Harry got up from the floor.
"Padfoot, a suit like that has got to cost around $600 million," said Harry, thinking that was way too much to spend.
"How much is that in galleons?" asked Sirius.
"I asked the goblins should this come up, and the amount translates to 20.12 million galleons," said Witchcraft.
"Or about half a day's interest on my investments," said Sirius. "I'll have the goblins transfer the amount to my non-magical bank and write a check."
"Thank you, Mr. Black. With those funds, I now have the money to invest in the schools, especially Westside High School," said Mayor Biselle with relief.
"Ah, there you are, Mr. Black. Now just why are you in this city?" asked an old man whose voice sounded grandfatherly, in a condescending way. The old man looked over the people in the room, and his eyes fell on the young man. "Oh, good, you found Harry Potter. Come along, young Harry. I must get you back to your relatives."
"But my relatives were arrested for child abuse, bribery and resisting arrest. After a couple of years in jail here, they were deported with a ban on them to never come to the U.S.A. again," said Harry, anger apparent on his face. "Who are you, old man?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and yes, it did take a lot of doing, but I managed to get the Dursleys freed of those trumped up charges..." started Dumbledore.
"I MADE THOSE CHARGES!" yelled Harry who rushed forward, grabbed the old man's long beard, and started swinging him around like a kid with an unwound yo-yo. After a few rotations, Harry let go, and the wizard was flung into the wall outside the meeting room. Harry then activated the com-watch that was made should he need to call the suit to him. "C.O.M.B.A.T., armor up!"
Within moments, there was teleportation beam that surrounded Harry as his clothing, save for the boxers, we exchanged for the armor.
"Whoa," said a shocked Sirius as he looked at Harry's armored form.
Albus Dumbledore was shaking his head dizzily. He had never in his life been treated like he had by a child who should have worshiped him. As he got his bearings, he found the palm of a metallic hand facing him, as a bolt of energy was formed in front of his crooked nose.
"Listen and listen well, Albus Dumbledore," said Harry, his voice undisguised and filled with loathing, as he wanted the old man to know just who he was dealing with. "You may be my future headmaster, seeing as my parents paid my tuition in full when I was born, but if you ever try to manipulate and control me, both in and out of Hogwarts, I will make it my life's mission to see you die alone and forgotten. Your time has long since passed. I bring with me a new age of heroes, ones who are not blinded by ideals such as 'The Greater Good' or 'The Light'. We fight for the common good; for Justice, for Truth. We fight for what embodies both Light and Dark, for one can be Dark and still be good, while one can be Light, yet is still evil. Now go, and never darken this city with your presence again."
Walking back, but still had the bolt targeting him, C.O.M.B.A.T. watched as Dumbledore got up, brushed himself off, and apparated away.
"Well, pup, let's hope you didn't make an enemy of Dumbledore," said Sirius.
"I'll write to him... next year. It's gonna take me that long to calm down and not get worked up again by thinking about it," said Harry.
After taking an international portkey from Salem, Albus Dumbledore returned to his office at Hogwarts. Through the entire trip he was thinking about Harry, doing so with a much clearer mind than he has had in years. Apparently the threat of his own mortality was enough to snap him out of his senile-induced hubris.
I have been at this way too long, he thought to himself. I've been trying to guide the wizarding world in what I thought it should go, never realizing that there are too many paths, and I've strayed from the beneficial ones. I think it's time I appoint someone to be Chief Warlock or Witch in my place in the Wizengamot at least, since the ICW only meets once every four years. Someone who I trust, but doesn't follow my views.
AN: I COULDN'T HELP IT! This was the most comfortable I've felt writing in a good long while. I wasn't even that comfortable with the Prototype crossover. Though most of that comfortable feeling was from a lot of stress bleeding off after my step-dad passed away earlier this month and all the arraignments were finalized. If you want to see the armor, even though the guy using it is different, here's the link:
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Also, I'm just making Dumbles senile. No manipulations, he's just nuts.