AN: Hi Everyone! Arrancarkuriboh here! Chapter 1 of this fic has been edited to be less cliché and such. Also, in response to many reviews that saw that Harry is TOO strong, I say otherwise. Canon Voldie just uses AKs and Crucios for the most part. That's all we really see him do. My Voldemort will really show why he is to be feared. He'll be using more than just those two spells. He will be stronger. He'll still make the new Harry struggle. But, those struggles will pale in comparison to those in my original story arc, which comes after he offs Voldie. Also, I've adjusted his training method to be more realistic, because I got reviews saying that the mind training thing doesn't really work, and after rereading it, it just seems like a Deus Ex Machina. Training in a Hyperbolic Time Chamber-esque Room of Requirement makes more sense. So anyway, enjoy chapter 2!


Chapter 2: Unlimited Blade Works

"Harry? What are you doing in Diagon Alley? Shouldn't you be…what are they doing here?" Hermione asks, noticing my relatives.

"I guess I ranted at them and finally got through to their thick skulls," I reply. "We're kind of getting along better now. Come on, I'll introduce you."

Saying so, I grab her hand, and walk her over to where Dudley and Aunt Petunia are waiting.

"Harry! What took you…so…who's that Harry?" Dudley asks.

"Dud, Aunt Petunia, I'd like you to meet my friend Hermione Granger," I say, gesturing to her.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Dursley, Dudley," she replies back.

As Aunt Petunia and Hermione start to chat about frequent comparisons between Hermione and Mum, Dudley walks over and whispers, "That's the friend you were referring to, right?" I suddenly flush, as what I told him earlier returns to me. "Ah, so it is her! Hehe…Harry's got a girlfriend," he teases.

"Shut up Dudley," I say, brushing it off.

"But seriously Harry, take her aside and ask her! You're already friends, so go for it!" she whispers back.

"What if she says no? I don't want to ruin my friendship with her. Nor do I want to upset my other friend Ron, who I suspect also fancies her. But don't worry Dud, I'll ask her when I'm sure Ron doesn't fancy her," I tell him.

"That makes sense Harry," Dudley says, as Hermione turns to face me again.

"Hermione, would you like to join us for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron?" I ask her, blushing heavily, and hear Dudley silently snicker.

"I'd love to, Harry…what's wrong? Your face is red," she says, marching up to me. Grabbing my collar, she pulls me down until she is level with my face. She puts her hand on my forehead, and starts muttering, "Hm…no fever, you look fine...Harry, is your scar hurting?" she suddenly asks.

"If my scar was hurting Hermione, I would be clutching my head in pain," I reply, sarcastically. She huffs at my sarcasm, and continues to mutter about what could be wrong.

That's when I hear it. The distinctive sound of a portkey. Most people come by Floo or Apparition, but there's only one group that I know of that comes by portkey…Death Eaters. As if on cue, I hear the screaming.

"Aunt Petunia, Dudley, run to the Leaky Cauldron. It's not safe for you. Hurry!" I whisper loudly. They nod, seeing my paranoia. Then, I turn to Hermione. "Hermione, can you have my back?" I ask.

"Do you even have to ask, Harry?" she replies, nodding. It's only then that I notice that the Death Eaters had surrounded us.

"You two, put down your wands if you don't want to die!" I hear a familiar voice say. Oh great. He broke them out of Azkaban already. Or did they even go to Azkaban? No way to know. Well, there's only one thing to do. I silently summon my wand from my pocket using the Kaleidoscope.

"Hermione," I whisper. "On the count of three, I want you to cast a smoke spell at the ground. Then, start attacking them. Don't use stunners, use wide-area spells like blasting hexes and the like. Then, start using cutting curses and redactors. If we stun them, they'll only get right back up and continue fighting. Try to put them out of commission for good, OK, Hermione? Don't argue about it right now, just trust me. When have I ever led you wrong?"

"I still have doubts about putting them out of commission, but since you think it's better, I'll do it. We'll have to thoroughly talk about it later though, OK?" she whispers back. I nod affirmatively.

"Well? What's taking you so long?" I hear the voice say.

Ignoring him, I whisper to Hermione, "One, Two, THREE!"

As I finish the countdown, she points her wand at the ground and yells, "FUMUS BOMBARDA!" As she does, a large cloud of thick, gray smoke erupts from her wand, quickly obscuring us and the Death Eaters from view.

As soon as I am obscured by the smoke, I silently project a nameless broadsword into my left hand. Before the Death Eaters can get a curse off, I burst forward, Reinforcing my entire body to the absolute limit, leaving a crater behind me. Seeing the first Death Eater on the verge of firing a curse, I easily cut through his upper arm from below. I then jump over his head, and kick him into the ground, while silently firing cutting curses at the two beside him.

Looking briefly, I see Hermione on the other side, firing blasting curses as I instructed. Good. Now back to work. I avoid three curses fired at me, flipping over the downed Death Eater to my left, and easily slice through the one that awaits me there, while silently firing a blasting curse at the others. Pulling my sword out of the downed woman's body, I see that the other Death Eaters are staring at me with fear. Then, I sense it. A killing curse, fired at Hermione, that she hasn't noticed. Filling my circuits with energy, I burst forward towards the killing curse, while dispelling the nameless broadsword and teleporting my wand to my pocket, and calling forward two swords from my vast database. Although, compared to Unlimited Blade Works, it's microscopic. I don't need overkill. I call up the swords that I've wielded countless times. The first named swords I learned to wield. As they formed in my hands, I see Hermione's puzzled look. I throw the swords at the curse, which break under the pressure. I once again call the nameless broadsword to my hands, and proceed to slice the offending Death Eater in two. As the remainder of the Death Eaters back away in fear, I feel it. HIS presence. He's coming.

"Hermione," I tell her urgently. "Go to the Leaky Cauldron. Go get Dumbledore. HE's coming, and I won't be able to stop people from dying while trying to hold HIM off. GO!" She runs away, understanding. Sensing HIS presence, I turn to face him.

"Hello Tom, it's been, what, two weeks?" I say to him, as his face turns purple.

"Potter…I didn't expect to see you here? And the change in attitude…Maybe you'll finally be a worthy opponent for me, eh?" he says, smirking. I draw my wand, and face him warily. As I expect, he fires the first spell.

"CREATURARUM TENEBRAE PASCANTUR ANIMAE!" he yells, firing a curse of a sickly, purplish-black color. Dodging, I prepare to cast a shield charm when I notice 10 more spells of the same color. Shit! I can't let that hit me! I dodge again and again, while preparing for my surprise strike. But his attacks never seem to end, as his repertoire of obscure, dark curses is quite vast. Finally, I see it. He pauses, obviously preparing to taunt me.

"Is that all you can do Potter? I expected more from you," he begins. Reinforcing myself to the limit, I once again call my nameless broadsword to my hands, and attack him in a flurry of indistinguishable slashes, before jumping back a good 5 feet as he retaliates with another dark curse.

"POTTER!" he yells, obviously furious that I managed to hurt him. "You're going to die for that! DICTIS, CUM EIUS ANIMA, CORPORE LANIATO, IN VIRTUTE SUA SOMNIA!"

I see a curse, a pale, sickly, yellowish-green color, fly towards me. I briefly look behind me, to see Dumbledore with Hermione. If I dodge, they'll get hit with it. I guess it's time for me to go, huh? I turn to see Hermione. I smile, and then drop my sword.

As the curse hits, I faintly hear Hermione screaming my name before I finally am engulfed by the darkness.


I open my eyes. Huh? Where am I? Am I dead?

"Harry," I hear a voice. But that sounds like…no…that's impossible…

"Harry," he says again. Cedric. So I really am dead, huh? I smile, accepting my fate. At least I saved Hermione.

"Hello Cedric," I say, turning to face him. "Where is this place? It looks like King's Cross Station."

"Oh this? This is the gateway. You are special Harry, you know that, right? Too bloody noble for your own good. Even if you got that special training, you'll never change, Harry," he muses. "You know, I don't blame you for my death. In fact, I want to thank you for telling everyone the truth about how I died, even if they don't believe you. So don't mope about it. I knew what I was getting into going into the Tri-wizard Tournament. I acknowledged the possibility that I could very well die during that Tournament. So I've accepted it."

"I don't think I'll ever forget it, Cedric, but thanks for that. It definitely helps. So, why am I special, Cedric?" I ask.

"You have a choice, Harry, because you are bound by prophecy. When Voldemort took your blood that night, he made sure that while he lives, you do as well. You can kill him, though, because he's just a magical construct constructed using your blood. Because of this, you get a choice. Do you want to go back, or do you want to go on up there?" he asks me. That's interesting. If I go up, I'll get to see Mum and Dad. But, the tradeoff is that Sirius, Uncle Moony, Ron, and Hermione will mourn me. I don't want that. I don't want them to feel bad.

"I'll go back, Cedric. Mum and Dad have waited for 13 years; they can wait some more. So, how DO I go back, anyway?" I ask him.

"To go back, all you have to do is exit King's Cross, whether it's through the Muggle exit, or by boarding a train. To go on, just board the Hogwarts Express. I'll see you around Harry. Oh, tell everyone that I'm happy up here, and tell Cho that I love her, and that she should find someone else to love. And tell her it shouldn't be you, Harry, OK?" he requests, smiling the grin he was known for.

"Thanks for everything, Cedric. Tell Mum and Dad that I love them very much and that I miss them, OK?" I ask, as I walk out the Muggle exit to see blinding light.


I open my eyes to find darkness. I try to get up, but I hit something. Something wooden…a coffin? A funeral already? Wow, they move fast. But anyway, I guess I should get out of…wait! This is the perfect time for a prank! I call upon my mental trigger, coaxing prana through my circuits, invoking the Kaleidoscope to move myself to the Burrow.

When the distortion ends, I see that no one is at home. I creep inside slowly, seeing the latest issue of the Daily Prophet that announces my death and Tom's return. But where is it…Hogwarts? Why would I EVER want to be buried there? I'd rather be buried at Godric's Hollow. But where's my Invisibility Cloak? I know Moody can see through it, but he won't be paying attention to it, so I'm OK. But where is it? It'll probably be…there…in plain sight. Damn! Guess I have to construct a Bounded Field.

I slowly sneak into Honeydukes after surrounding myself with a wearable Bounded Field that's masking my presence. I enter the one-eyed witch passage, and emerge in the halls of Hogwarts. As I silently rush down to the Great Hall, I hear the sound of sobbing as Dumbledore, I think, composes a very flattering eulogy for me, like he did for Cedric. Luckily, the doors are open, so I can sneak right in. I sneak up to the front of the room, where Hermione is sitting. She is sobbing openly, crying into Sirius's shoulder. I think it's time to cheer them up. But what would do the trick? Ah…I've got it. I sneak over to Uncle Moony, who is crying silently, and in my best impression of a ghost, whisper, "Mooooooony…." He jumps, startled. I continue. "Moooooooony…The animal in your office was a grindylow…Mooooooooony…" I whisper, as he jumps away, screaming. Everyone stares, as he starts yelling incomprehensibly about ghosts. I walk over to Sirius. "Paaaaaadfoot….Paaaaaadfoot…Last year, you and I had a floo call about the first task…Paaaaaadfoot…" I whisper, as Sirius jumps away and joins Uncle Moony in screaming about ghosts.

I draw my wand, and begin to write "THE MARAUDERS' LEGACY HAS RETURNED. DO NOT FRET," in large flaming letters. Hermione, Ron, Uncle Moony, and Sirius grow angry as the message is written, and begin to cast diagnostic spells to check for invisibility cloaks and disillusionment. Luckily those spells can't find a Bounded Field. Placing one hand behind my back, I trace a copy of the Sword of Gryffindor. I quickly write a note, stick it to the sword, and then, using the Kaleidoscope, I transport it to high above Dumbledore's podium, where I let it drop. A cry of outrage emanates from the audience when the sword sticks itself into his podium. He is at first understandably angry, but then he sees the note, and smiles.

Raising his wand to his throat once more, he announces, "I think everyone has had enough of the deception, right, Mr. Potter?" he calls out, smiling. I hear mumbles and whispers in the crowd. People probably think this is a cruel joke. Hm. Looks like it's time to reveal myself. But what would look cool? Ah…I've got it. Since they've dressed me in the best outfit I have, which happens to be the combat uniform Archer gave me, I might as well take after him. I channel prana into my circuits, and invoked a basic fire spell to create a ring of fire. I raise my left arm high, and then bring it sweeping down, as if I am opening a curtain. At this, the fire spell converges on my location, and then disappears, while the bounded field dissipates with a bright flash. When the smoke clears, everyone is silent. The crying stops. Then, as expected, the first thing I hear is…

"HARRY!" I hear Hermione yell. I turn to face her, and then fall flat on my back as she jumps me.

"Shh…it's OK, Hermione…I'm alive, and I'm here now," I tell her as she sobs, gently rubbing her back. As the impact of her outburst subsided, the attending witches and wizards realize that I am in fact still alive, and rush up to greet me. But to my surprise, Dumbledore stops them.

"I'm sure we all have a lot of questions for Mr. Potter, but now is not the time for them. His friends have been worried about him, and we should honor their wishes," he announces. Thanks, Professor.

"Um, before I go, Professor, I'd like to make a brief little speech to everyone here, and then we'll retire to your office, where you and I can have a thorough discussion that is LONG overdue," I tell him, my face darkening slightly. He pales for a moment, but before anyone else sees it, his face returns to normal.

"Alright then, Mr. Potter," he replies. Turning to Hermione, I gently shake her sobbing form.

"Hermione, can you please get off?" I ask her, smiling. She looks up at me, tears flowing down her face.

"O-OK Harry. But y-you and I need to t-talk later, O-OK?" she stammers.

"If it's any consolation, I want you to join me when I have words with Professor Dumbledore. I'll be recounting the same tale anyway, so I might as well tell it once," I whisper softly. She nods, getting off me as she stands, still sobbing silently. I walk over to the podium, dissipating the Traced copy of the Sword of Gryffindor as everyone is settling into their seats.

"Sonorus," I mutter softly. As everyone settles back into their seats, I place my wand by my throat. "Many of you thought that you came her for a funeral. For a while, it was a funeral. But you don't know. You don't know why. Why he wants to kill me. Why I came back. How I came back. But those aren't important. What is important is that we work together," I begin, pausing.

"Now, let me tell you about a certain someone. His name was Tom. Awfully Muggle-sounding name, right? His full name was Tom Marvolo Riddle," I say, as Dumbledore and Ginny's faces pale in recognition. "You may ask yourself," I continue, "why am I talking about Tom Marvolo Riddle? Well, there is an answer. I will get there eventually. Tom Marvolo Riddle is a name that most of us don't recognize. But I will tell you that everyone in this room knows of him. How can that be, you ask? Well, it's simple," I say, gesturing for Hermione to join me. "Quietus," I mutter, undoing the spell earlier. "Hermione," I whisper, "I want you to write the name Tom Marvolo Riddle in flaming letters. Then, when I say so, rearrange the letters. The first two words in the resulting anagram should be 'I am.' OK, Hermione?" I ask her. She nods.

I amplify my voice once again. "Now, let us begin with his name. Tom Marvolo Riddle," I say, as Hermione writes. "Now imagine that this man was ashamed of his own name, and as such, formed an epithet for himself," I say, pausing as Hermione waves her wand to rearrange the letters. "I'll fill in the words 'I am.' Now, what name can you make from the remaining letters of his name? Anyone? How about you, Cho?" I ask.

"I-I-I'm not sure about this, and I hope to God that I'm wrong, but would it form the words 'I am L-L-L-Lord Voldemort'?" she asks. At this, I smile.

"I am sorry Cho. Because you are indeed correct. Tom Marvolo Riddle is the man known to us as Lord Voldemort. But Voldemort is not invincible. He is not a God. Nor is he a demon. He is human. True, he may have delved into dark rituals prolonging his life unnaturally, he is, in the end, simply human. And he depends at least somewhat on his followers, the Death Eaters. Even if we cannot defeat him easily in a fight, we can cripple his movement differently. For this, however, you need to take action. You can't just sit and do nothing. You can't just expect me to do everything for you. What, you think the Death Eaters will stand idly while I try to kill Voldemort? Hell no! They'll try to kill me too. So here's what you've got to do. Start trying to solve your problem yourselves. Increase funding for the DMLE. Use Veritaserum on all those people who claimed to be under the Imperius curse to see if that statement is actually true. Hire a good Defense Professor. One like Remus. He was, to this date, the best Defense Professor this school has had in a long time. He's a werewolf; so what? He's a normal person all but one day of the month. As he once told me, my dad used to call it his 'furry little problem.' So if he can be tolerant, you can be too," I conclude, briefly pausing to catch my breath.

"There's other things you can do as well. Negotiate with the goblins. Seize the vaults of all convicted Death Eaters. That'll cut off a large part of Voldemort's funding. Authorize deadly force against those bastards. Let's face it. Voldemort is very good at engineering Azkaban breakouts. It's useless for us to capture them, only for Voldemort to bust them right back out. If we use deadly force, they won't be coming back again," I pause, as the audience begins to chatter.

"But Harry," a voice I recognize as Ernie Macmillan's yells, "if we do that, then we're no better than them!"

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore yells. "Thank you. Continue, Harry," he commands. I nod briefly.

"That's where you're wrong. We will NEVER be like them. Do you know what the difference is? The difference between us and them is that they enjoy it. Murder, torture, rape. They enjoy those things, and do not regret them. I say that what we would be doing isn't murder, but rather, it's getting rid of serial killers and rapists before there are more victims. Preventing further atrocities by getting rid of the root of the problem. But there is one factor that fundamentally separates us from them. Like I said before, those monsters enjoy murder, torture, and rape. When a law enforcement officer kills someone, he or she usually regrets doing so; for them, it is a last resort. In this case, if we don't kill them, they will kill us. But they don't stop there. They kill our families, our friends, everyone, mercilessly. The worst part is that they do it for fun. That's what separates us from them. We have the capacity to feel regret. We have the capacity to look back on it and try fruitlessly to think of alternative ways that we could've resolved the situation. But them? No, they won't regret their crimes. It is our capacity for remorse, for regret, that makes us different. As long as you have that, then you are better than them," I conclude, to be greeted by silence.

"Um…Harry?" Neville asks. "I get that we should put them down. I for one want to make sure that Bellatrix gets what she deserves. But I think everyone wants to know, 'how did you survive?'" he asks. At his question, I smile.

"I know that's what people want to hear. But I'm leading up to that. Anyway, if you people take care of his Death Eaters, I can fulfill my destiny and take care of Voldemort. And that ties into how I'm still alive. You see, before I was born, there was a prophecy made about Voldemort. Now, I don't know the exact wording of the prophecy. All I was told was that I was allowed to come back because I'm still bound by the prophecy, at least partially. Now, when Voldemort's curse hit me, I woke up in what appeared to be King's Cross station," I begin, pausing to observe people's reactions. I continue. "There, I saw someone who I thought I'd never see again: our good friend and Champion, Cedric," I say solemnly. At this, the whispering cuts off. "He told me about all of this. And he also asked me to pass on a message. To all of you, he sends his greetings, and told me to say that he's happy up in Heaven, living the life of a hero. Oh, and Cho?" I call.

"Yes?" she squeaks.

"Cedric wanted me to tell you that he's sorry he wasn't there for you, that he loves you, and that he wants you to move on; to find someone else, except for me," I tell her, as she breaks into tears, nodding.

"So anyway, that's why and how I came back. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go comfort my distraught best female friend, godfather, and surrogate uncle. I'll be seeing you all later!" I say, silently canceling the amplification spell. I walk up to Sirius, Uncle Moony, Ron, and Hermione, and grab their sleeves, smiling. Then, channeling prana through my circuits, I invoke the Kaleidoscope and teleport us to the familiar Muggle-ness of Number Four, Privet Drive.

"Who…What…Where are we Harry? How did you do that?" Ron asks.

"It's hard to explain, Ron, but let me just say that I met someone over the summer who taught me how to do that and more. But enough dillydallying, let's get inside," I tell them, knocking on the front door. Inside, I hear Uncle Vernon yelling for Dudley to get the door. A few moments later, the door opens.

"H-Harry?" Dudley asks.

"Yep, it's me, Dud," I reply.

"T-there's no way! We thought you were dead! What happened to you?" he asks.

"Let's just say that because I'm supposed to be some kind of savior for the Wizarding World, I was allowed to come back once and only once," I reply, to his amazement.

"W-well, t-that's…shocking, to say the least Harry. Um, Aunt Marge is here, and she doesn't like you, so now isn't really the best time, Harry. We like you, but uh…" he trails off.

"It's fine Dud. If she insults Mum and Dad, I've got a pardoned ex-convict for a godfather and a werewolf for a surrogate uncle, both here with me and of who were friends with Dad. Not to mention Hermione," I say, smiling.

"In that case, come on in, Harry!" he invites me, grinning as he opens the door. As I step inside, I see the familiar entrance hall of the house I lived in for most of my life. I hear Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Marge talking loudly about freaks. I wonder if it was all a cover; if I misjudged his sincerity.

"Dudders! Who is it?" Aunt Petunia calls.

"Oh, someone who you'll be very glad to see Mum!" he yells back. "Go on," he whispers to me. I silently creep towards the kitchen.

"Honestly, Dudders, who is…it…WHO ARE YOU!" she yells, spotting me.

"Hello Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon," I greet. "And before you ask, yes, it's me, I'm back, so yeah," I say. "Now, Uncle Vernon, what's this about freaks?" I ask, scowling. At this, he hurriedly runs over to me.

"Oh Harry, thank goodness. I had hoped you were alive. Now that I hear Marge talking like that, I understand how bad you must've felt. I tried to stop it, but she noticed immediately. I talked like that just as a cover, a ruse. It's fake, Harry. Please understand," he whispers. As I am about to reply, I hear a familiar voice interrupt.

"So you and your freakishness are back, eh boy?" Marge sneers. "Like I said before, you see it all the time in dogs: if there's…"

"Shut up," I growl, cutting her off. "You may be interested to know, Aunt Petunia, that Sirius, Remus, and my two friends are here with me. And you might want to tell Marge about them, especially considering who they are."

"Um…Marge, dear, you REALLY shouldn't insult Lily and her husband; I wouldn't recommend it," Aunt Petunia begins.

"Why not? You did say they were unemployed, good-for-nothing freaks, didn't you?" she asks, sneering.

"The reason I said that is because…um…I was jealous of Lily. Of her success. Of how my parents paid much more attention to her than they did to me," Aunt Petunia confesses.

"So how did they die again? Car crash?" Marge asks.

"They were murdered," I cut in harshly.

"As if! He's probably lying, Petunia, no doubt about it. Obviously there's something wrong with him and his parents, the lazy, good-for-nothing freaks that they were," Marge sneered. That's it. She's dead.

"Um…Harry, I know you hate her guts, but please, don't kill her," Uncle Vernon asks me.

"Don't worry, Uncle Vernon, I won't. That would be merciful compared to what I'll do to her. Don't worry, she'll still be alive, but she will learn her lesson," I reply, smirking darkly. "By the way, does she know about magic?" I whisper.

"No, she doesn't," he replies. I nod.

"Well, Marge, let me tell you something. There's a reason Aunt Petunia told you I attend St. Brutus'. It's because it's really a cover," I say, grinning darkly. "Tell me, Marge, do you believe…in magic?"


THE NEXT DAY

After I 'tortured' Marge, and formally reunited with the Dursleys, we left Number Four, Privet Drive, at which point Sirius and Uncle Moony apparated Ron and Hermione away. They offered to apparate me to wherever they were going, but I declined. What I didn't tell them was that I placed a jewel in their pockets, each filled with a little bit of my prana. I simply found the prana trace, and used the Kaleidoscope to transport myself there, to their surprise.

But that was yesterday, and today is today, a whole new day. I have new powers to figure out, training to do, etc. Wandless magic would've definitely helped yesterday, if I knew how to use it. The animagus thing would've helped too. I just have to figure them out.

"Harry?" I hear Hermione ask, interrupting my thoughts. "Um, I'm not trying to be intrusive or anything, but what was that yesterday? Where did you learn how to do that? To fight like that?" I see Sirius, Uncle Moony, and Ron standing beside her, almost silently agreeing. I sigh.

"It's very hard to keep this to myself guys, but I don't want Voldie or any of his Death Eaters to find out about it. I'll lose my advantage; an advantage that at this point I so desperately need." I inform them.

"Harry, what if Moony and I taught the four of you how to protect your minds from unwanted intrusion? That way, if you combine what I'll teach you with a well-worded oath, the information couldn't be spread beyond the five of us without your express permission," Sirius explains.

"That sounds good to me Sirius," I reply.

"If Harry's doing it, I will too," Ron responds.

"So will I Sirius," Hermione says.

"Alright then, let's get started!" Uncle Moony announces.

"Always the teacher, eh, Professor?" Sirius asks, smirking.

"Shut up, Padfoot!" Uncle Moony yelled, swatting at him half-heartedly.

"Anyway," he continues, "Padfoot and I will be teaching you the art of Occlumency." Wait a minute…

"Um, Uncle Moony? Just to make sure, you said Occlumency, right?" I ask. I need to make sure that I'm not hearing him wrong.

"Yes, Harry, I said Occlumency. What's wrong?" he asks, shifting from stern lecturer mode to concerned surrogate uncle mode. Or so Sirius would say.

"When I was at Gringotts yesterday, the goblins mentioned something about natural occlumency or something like that. I wasn't sure what that meant. Now I know though, but I'm still skeptical. Is there a way to check; there was another term that I didn't know what it was, Legilimency, I think?" I ask.

"A natural occlumens?! I'm surprised Harry, I never expected that though. TO answer your question, Legilimency is the art of invading someone else's mind. Occlumency is the art of protecting yourself from Legilimency. I don't think I should be the one to check though, as I don't know what the wolf would do," Uncle Moony muses.

"I can check his shields Moony," Sirius interrupts.

"If you're sure, Padfoot, then go ahead. Are you sure about this Harry?" Uncle Moony asks me.

"I'm sure Uncle Moony, I trust the four of you more than anyone else in the world," I assure him. He nods to Sirius briefly, who looks me in the eyes, and draws his wand.


"Legilimens!" he says, with feeling. As he does so, I feel a small prickling at the top of my head, like where my scar would be. I feel my consciousness being dragged down into the depths of my mind, where I see a black void stretching for miles in every direction. What's strange, however, is a door.

"What is that, Harry?" I hear a voice ask. Oh. Sirius is still here.

"I don't know Sirius; this is the first time I'm seeing it too," I reply.

"Why don't you open it Harry?" Sirius suggests. Part of me says to open the door; the sensible part of me drilled into me by Rin-sensei and Hermione says not to. But this is my own mind! Gryffindors charge forward!

I walk up to the door. I twist the doorknob, and pull the door towards me. Looking through the archway, I see only white. Bright white. Walking through, I am surprised to see the familiar landscape of Unlimited Blade Works.

"You know, Harry, this is only a placeholder," a very familiar voice says. I turn sharply to the left.

"Z-Z-Zelretch! What the heck is Unlimited Blade Works doing in my mind?" I ask. Like seriously, Archer told me about how he is considered distorted. But I know that I'm definitely not distorted the same way! Even if I had a Reality Marble, it wouldn't be Unlimited Blade Works!

"Like I said Harry, it's a placeholder. Right now, it is what you call upon when you're Tracing a sword. Eventually, though, this place will change, as you discover what your distortion truly means," he replies. Why does the old man have to be so cryptic?

"Besides, Harry, from what you told me of your friends, your distortion seems to be similar to mine, considering that your friends think you have a 'saving-people-thing'," a very welcome voice adds.

"Archer!" I yell, running up to him and hugging him.

"What am I, chopped liver?" a third voice remarks.

"Rin!" I yell, running up to her and hugging her.

"Not many have the potential for a Reality Marble, Harry. Even if two people have similar distortions, their Elements and Origins are usually different, resulting in vastly different Reality Marbles. But that's talk of the distant future," Rin explains.

"I-I think I understand," I reply, dazed. I'm going to have my own REALITY FUCKING MARBLE! Bloody fucking hell.

As I begin to black out (probably from Hermione and Sirius trying to wake me up), I see Rin, Archer, and Zelretch waving at me. I smile, and then everything fades into darkness.


? P.O.V.

"Luciusssssss…" the Dark Lord rasps.

"Yes, my Lord?" he replies.

"What is this?" he asks, waving the Daily Prophet in his face. At this, Lucius' face drains of color.

"T-That is, um, I-I-I…" he trails off.

"WHAT IS IT LUCIUSSSSSSS!" the Dark Lord yells.

"I-I-I do not know, my Lord, I did not attend the scheduled 'funeral.' I spent the day celebrating, for I had thought that you had gotten rid of the boy," Lucius replies, bowing.

"I will give you one chance, Lucius. One. If you fail me, you know the consequences. Bring me the boy," the Dark Lord commands.

"As you wish, my Lord," Lucius replies meekly, bowing again. He turns to leave.

"Who said I was done, Lucius? Crucio!" the Dark Lord yells. I see Lucius thrashing under the curse. Silently, I think to myself. If the Dark Lord does this to those who are most loyal, what does he do to punish those who he doesn't trust completely? I have to think about this. Was it really worth giving up everything: my family, my friends, no, my brothers in all but blood?


AN: Aaaaaaand that's the chapter. So yes, Harry will indeed have his own Reality Marble. And no, it's not going to be called 'Unlimited Spell Works.' That'd be too obvious. What I will say is that this subject won't come up again for a while, as Harry begins to learn how to use his newfound wizarding powers.

Also, many people are saying that Harry shouldn't be super powerful and able to Trace powerful Noble Phantasms already. That is in no way the case. I just never explicitly came out and said it. At this point, Harry's going to try to be subtle. He doesn't want Voldie to know too much about his new abilities, so he won't be using Noble Phantasms. The only ones he would use, if any, are Kanshou and Bakuya. He may have seen many of the blades in Unlimited Blade Works, but his collection is far more limited than Archer's. As such, he's going to be more creative in using whatever weapons he has. Plus, Harry's not going to be limited like Archer is, so his Reality Marble is going to not be solely about weapons.

Now, here's a little challenge. At the very end of the chapter, there's a small section where I don't explicitly say who was talking. However, I left some microscopic clues in his mental monologue. Try to figure out who was talking.

Anyway, that's it for now! Next is Saiyan DxD Chapter 2 (when I actually get time to finish writing it, and I know, people have been waiting for it since like May or something), followed by Harry Potter and the Power of Destruction Chapter 2. That fic in particular will be primarily a cross between the two FFN categories with some characters from other series, like Fate/Stay Night, Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei, Sword Art Online, Code Geass, and Akame Ga Kill, and some elements from Fate/Stay Night, Fairy Tail, Kingdom Hearts, Code Geass, and Infinite Stratos. So yeah.