Chapter two! A bit of a backstory and Harry unlocks his geass.

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As the end of class bell rang, Harry walked out of the class room. He had to hurry or else he'd be dragged into…

"Hey, Potter!" Crap. Harry turned and saw that his cousin was lumbering towards him, his gang of thugs close behind.

"Come on. I thought we were going to play after school at the park. Let's go." He said, in his most pleasant voice, which Harry knew meant it wasn't a request. So Harry's answer was obvious.

"Sorry, I have a book report due. Tell aunt and uncle that I'll be home late. Probably after you are in bed." Harry answered, looking sad, like he would much rather not.

His gangs stopped for a second, than started to snigger, "Why not check out the book? It'll be more fun if we do it together." Dudley says, still feigning innocence.

"All the copies are already checked out. Ms. Wester is going to let me use her copy, so I have to work on it here." Harry lied, knowing that Dudley would never call him on it.

Dudley scowl, "Alright, take care potter." He said, motioning for his crew to follow. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and made his way to the library. This act has become quite easy for them, as Dudley didn't want to get in trouble with the school, and Uncle Vernon wanted to keep up the appearance of a 'normal family'

As he walked into the library, a tall man, with long silvery blond hair, was talking with Ms. Wester. "I am quite pleased that you are enjoying the new books. Please, let me know if you need anything else. Those new computers will likely arrive sometime next week." He said, smiling as he looked over the library. His eyes passed over Harry, and then did a double take. They glanced at his scar, a reminder of the car crash that left him an orphan and sent him to the Dursleys.

He walked over and knelt next to Harry. "Hello, my name is Lucius Malfoy." He says, offering his hand.

Harry nods and shakes the man's hand, "I'm Harry potter, sir." Something about his smile when Harry introduced himself made Harry nervous.

"A pleasure. I recently moved to the area and, of course, I simply had to help the local schools in any way I can. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again. Good day." He stands and walks out, unable to keep the smile off his face any longer.

Harry walks to the main desk. "How are you, Ms. Wester?" he asks, handing her several books he'd checked out in the last couple days.

She smiles and reaches under the table. "I'm doing well, Harry. Very well. Mr. Malfoy, bless him, came in this morning. He'd just moved into the area, and would be sending his son here next year. We started talking and he offered to complete refurbish the library and even give us new computers! Anyway, I brought that book I mentioned the other day." She says, handing him a leather-bound book.

Harry took the book and gently opened the front cover. The words seemed almost hand written, and it had faded in someplace. Other parts were completely incomprehensible. Neither he, nor Ms. Wester had been able to make out the names of several place mentioned. While most of them were legible, somehow, they couldn't understand what was being said. "This book is a work of fiction that is actually based on true events. Thousands of years ago, Lelouch Vi Britannia was able to conquer the world. After his death, many called him 'The demon emperor' and it became partially illegal to talk about anything that happened during his reign. Now almost no one knows what really happened, this book might just be the closest we'll ever get to finding out." She explains, watching Harry read through the book.

"What is the title? I can't make it out." Harry asks, as he looked over the notes he'd written up, wanting to add a title to his report.

She turns, after helping one of Harry's classmates. "I think that it 'Lelouch of the Rebellion.' But I'm not entirely sure, the cover is so faded. Harry adds the title and begins compiling it into a report. Ms. Wester came over and started helping him. She was the only person that Harry had told about his home life. She'd tried to help, but everyone that tried to investigate ended up concluding nothing was wrong. Since she wasn't able to help, she at least made sure that Harry was able to work on his school work without incident.

She was the main reason that Dudley didn't try and follow him here. In addition to knowing everything that Dudley had done to him, she was also a respected member of the staff and a jujitsu master. The last him Dudley followed him in here, he was escorted out by security and been suspended for bullying. Harry had been beaten for it, but he still considered it worth it after seeing Dudley's face when she informed him that she was more than capable of throwing him out the second story window.

After two hours of work, they'd finally finished what Harry needed to be done by tomorrow. "Thank you, Ms. Wester. They never let me do my work at home. They claim that it, "Distracts poor Dudders from his own", like he ever does it to begin with." She snorts at Dudley's nickname, making a mental note to find some opportunity to use it in the future. "Come on, it's getting late. I'll drive you home." She says as she stands and walks towards the door.

Harry nods, "thanks a lot for all the help." And follows her out.

The drive home is short, and uneventful. Aside from seeing a few people in long black robes talking, one of whom seemed to be Mr. Malfoy, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. She drops him off just outside Number four Privet Drive. "Take care, alright? If they try and beat you, use that phone to send me a message. Maybe they'll do something if the actually see it happen." She snorts, still steaming over the last time. She waits until Harry walks through the door and then drives off.


Diagon alley was as lively as ever, hundreds of witches and wizards bustled through the streets, looking at everything that catches their eye. Among all these wizards, unlike among muggles, the young woman with long light green hair didn't stand out at all. She passed by, never glancing at any of the shops. All her life, they'd never really changed. No, she only had one objective today.

She pushed opened the doors to the wizarding bank. Without breaking stride, she walked to past the long line of patrons and moved to enter the employee hallways. Two guards approached her, swords drawn, and still she didn't stop. As they tip of the sword reached her heart, the commander yelled, and the swords fell. She walked through the halls, ignoring every goblin that accosted her, or threatened her. Finally she'd reached the door she was looking for. Ten armed goblins, spears point straight at her, blocked her path.

"If you're going to stab me, go right ahead." She said, brushing aside her bangs. The goblins paled and moved to either side, the goblin commander had caught up with her and moved ahead to announce her arrival. Seconds later, a booming voice echoes through the halls, "YOU MAY ENTER!" and she walked through the doors.

In front of her were two goblins and an old man with a flowing white beard and a twinkle in his eye. "Albus, we shall continue this at a later time. However, I doubt that my response will change. Criminal or not, we will not allow you to enter the Lestrange vault. Additionally, you have not provided sufficient proof as to the last will and testament of Lord and Lady Potter to grant you access even to his trust vault." The old goblin sighs, as he sees her approaching.

The old man sighed, "What could be so urgent? This matter could drown this country in madness and murder for all time! I must search through it." He yelled, and the second goblin drew his sword.

"Hold!" the first goblin snarls at the second, who quickly sheathes his sword. "I understand that you feel this is important. However, I am the king of goblins before I am the head of the bank. Therefore, as her business is crucial to the Goblin Nation, It cannot be postponed. If you wish, you are welcome to wait in the lobby until this matter is concluded."

Albus leaves, but not before shooting a dirty look and a legilimency probe at her. She didn't even need to counter it. The rebound shocked him, before he quickly left. The goblin king rose, "Lady C.C., this is a pleasant surprise. How may we assist you?"

She looks right at the king. "I have found him." She says simply.

The king freezes, "are you certain?" he asks softly.

She nods, "I have no doubt. The time has come to fulfill His Majesty's Will."

The old Goblin let out a roar which echoed throughout the bank. To all the employee's the message was clear: The bank is now closed. With that message delivered, he returns his attention to the young woman in front of him. "We must call forth the council. Elves and Centaurs we can manage on our own, however, we must entrust the veela to you." She nods and he continued, "What of the Merfolk, and the giants, and the dwarves? Can they be trusted?" He asks.

"I do not doubt that we can trust the dwarves, however the Merfolk and giants are too unpredictable." She answers as she takes a sip of tea.

He nods, "You will have to inform them, they will not trust us otherwise. How old is he?" The king asks after sending his servants out.

"Ten at this time, and eleven at the end of July. I recommend that we convene the council the day before, and move to have him removed. I fear he is being abused by his worthless relatives." The king's fury was palpable. The bank itself seemed to shake, "Do not do anything foolish. I will inform the others tonight, and take up my role as his shield tomorrow afternoon. His relatives will get their due." She says as she walks towards the door.

"What is the boy's name?" The king asked, as he prepares to brief his people.

"My lord Gringott, have you not realized? His name is Harry Potter." She said as she turned on the spot, and vanished from the hallowed halls of Gringotts.


She breathed again, and the scent of the ocean filled the air. She was along the western coast of France, near the most sacred village of the Veela. She entered the forests and began the long trek. It took the better part of three hours to arrive, as the moon was in the air, and the Veela were dancing. One of the guards, in full war form, descended to block her way.

"Speak, or begone, lest you face your end this day." The guard said, in the secret tongue spoken only in the Veela's sacred land.

C.C. smiles, and unzips her shirt, revealing the burn under her left breast. "This should be all the proof I need." She answers in the same tongue. The guard's eyes go wide in shock, and she takes to the sky.

Less than a minutes later, an old veela with long silver hair, her allure dazzling, threating to influence even C.C., arrives. For the first time in years, she was forced to preform occlumency to maintain her sanity. "To what do we owe the privilege, Witch of Britannia?" she asks, clearly curious.

"I have found him. Lady Delacour, your presence is requested, by order of His Imperial Majesty Lelouch Vi Britannia, at Gringotts bank in London, on or before the thirtieth of July. In accordance with this order, you are to bring those that you feel you can trust with the information that will be disclosed. An oath will be required both before and after the Meeting." She nods and leaves to inform the others of this development. C.C., meanwhile, picks up a nearby flyer from a missing veela's pet, 'portus' she said as she pointed her wand at the paper. It glowed blue, and the whole world seemed to spin.

The see air was replaced with the all-to-familiar underground air to which she'd been accustomed to. She walked through the tunnels, passing men, dwarves and house elves as they went about their daily lives unaware of the conflict that might soon engulf the continent. She stopped outside a massive gate, built of steel, known only as the gate of kings. The guards recognized her and ordered the doors opened. As she passed through the gate she is met almost immediately by King Goroth of the Dwarves, "You bring news, I trust?" he asked in a gentle voice, as he always did outside of formal events and business.

C.C. nods, and announces, "By Order of His Imperial Majesty Lelouch Vi Britannia, you presence is requested at a council, to be held on July the thirtieth, at the goblin bank of Gringotts in London. You are allowed to bring trust, however, be aware that all will be required to submit an oath before and after a decision is reached."

King Goroth, seeing that this is anything but a social call, slips into his business mode, "And what is this council to discuss?" he says, his voice rough, like he might have cursed your family every time he says hello.

"The boy is found." She replies, and he immediately sounds the summons.


As soon as he walked into the house, his uncle started, "FREAK! GET IN HERE!" Harry sighed and went to his beating like a man.

Harry walked into the living room, and saw that his uncle was his favorite shade of purple, and drunk half a case of beer. 'This can't be good' Harry thought. His uncle got out of his chair and started beating Harry continuously with his belt, "YOU…WILL…NOT…BE…LATE…AGAIN!" He screamed as each lash hurt more than the last. After he'd been beaten for half an hour, never once crying out in pain to avoid giving his uncle the satisfaction, He'd been ordered to make dinner for them and then get in his cupboard.

As he lay on his stomach to avoid further damage to hid bleeding back, he'd wept softly, so as not to alert the Dursleys. 'I hate this' he'd thought to himself. 'The only person that cares at all is Ms. Wester' and not for the first time, he'd wished he had his parents.

Hours later, Harry awoke to banging on his door, "Breakfast, NOW!" his aunt's voice screeched. Harry, being used to such wake ups, stands up as best he can without hitting his head on the stairs, and leaves his 'room'. After spending the better part of a decade cooking for them, Harry rarely makes any mistakes. (The exceptions being when the Dudley sabotages his meal, or Uncle Vernon makes something up to have an excuse to beat him) This morning's breakfast was no exception. Perfect pancakes, crispy bacon, and fluffy omelets, all lay out on the table. The Dursleys started eating, as Harry made his breakfast. Two pieces of toast later, Harry takes his seat, and waits until Dudley leaves to go play his games until school. As soon as he does, Harry rushes out the door and runs to the school.

Along the way, Harry sees Mr. Malfoy along the side of the busy streets. He's talking to some of the men that Harry had seen yesterday as he drove home. Resisting the urge to go and see them, he continues on, and into his classroom. Breathing a sigh of relief that he'd avoided Dudley's gang for another day, he sank into his chair, enduring the pain of his still scared back, and pulled out the report that he and Ms. Wester had worked on, and then set it on his desk.

The day progressed like any other, and the bell sounded signaling the end of school. Harry again rushed to the library, and this time, he made it without encountering his whale of a cousin. Ms. Wester stood with the door open for him and let him into the library. "How'd the report go?" She as he passed.

"Great, aside from the fact that I'm going to get it. Dudley didn't do his, so Uncle Vernon is going to say that I "should have done Dudder's for him".

She sees him wince as he sits down and sigh, "I am going to get them! There has got to be one none corrupt police in this god forsaken town."

Harry shakes his head, "I doubt it. My Uncle's company also makes ammunition and provides it the police for free. They aren't going to give that up for some little kid that according to my uncle, "is quite delusional, and could very well have done it to himself to get attention".

She passes him the same book as yesterday. "Here, read this while I try one more time. If it doesn't work this time…" she says as she walks to the phone muttering something involving the Dursleys and a cannon.

Harry smiles and opens the book up and starts reading it. It isn't until twenty minutes later that he realizes something is off. He can read it. All of it, even the city names and the pieces that were completely faded the day before were now as clear as day. He goes to call Ms. Wester, but, seeing that she's arguing with someone on the phone, starts making notes of everything that he can think of that wasn't there before. After almost two hours, Ms. Wester stomps back into the room, "They insist that they can't afford to waste time on a 'lying little boy'."

Harry shrugs, "There's always that cannon…." And both of them start cracking up.

She looks at the time about an hour after she finished on the phone, "Shoot, Harry, its past closing, and I still have some work to do. Start home and I'll pick you up after I'm done."

Harry nods and packs up his stuff. "I'm really sorry. You don't have to worry about me. Dudley's gang won't be hanging around this late, so I can take care of myself."

She shakes her head, "You've got nothing to apologize for. I know you can take care of yourself, but as a teacher, it wouldn't be proper for me to let a student walk home after dark. I shouldn't be too long, so get started and I'll pick you up." Harry nodded and left the library.

Harry passes through the quiet town. It's dark, but he still found it odd that there wasn't anyone around. This wasn't the first time that he'd gone home after dark, but there had always been someone else around. As he looks around, he sees someone ahead of him, walking straight towards him. The man's face was obscured by a silver mask. Turning around, he saw a similar man was behind him, and two more were in the middle of the street. On the other side were two more, and all of them were walking straight towards him. He suddenly felt afraid, it wasn't the same fear he felt daily. It was different. He'd die. He could feel that he'd die if he stayed here.

Seeing a side alley next to him, Harry bolts down it and runs like he'd never run before. Behind him, the men started shouting, and jets of light start shooting past him. Green and red light collided with the walls on the opposite side of the street, and they exploded into flames. Harry ran out of the alley and onto the main street. As he turned, he saw that two of them had caught up to him, "Good Evening, Mister Potter." A snide voice said from one of the men.

"Mister Malfoy! Thank god, please you have to help-"Harry started before he was cut off by a bolt of green light that seemed eerily familiar, shot from the stick Malfoy was holding. He dodged at the last second and ran back down the alley. As he got there, he knocked two of them down and kept running. Behind him Malfoy's voice kept barking orders and more lights blew past him. A red one collided with the wall to his left, and it exploded. Debris started pelting him, and one piece stabbed him in the leg, just above the knee. He cries out and falls onto the street. Behind him, he can hear boots running along the ground. 'This is it' he thought to himself as the footsteps came to an end.

"That was fun, potter. But I'm afraid that the game is over. The dark lord will rise again, but you won't be there to witness his glory! AVADA –"Malfoy gloated, before he was cut off by gunshots. Two of the men fall to the ground, blood pooling beneath them.


Ms. Wester couldn't shake a bad feeling that she'd had ever since the previous night. "I shouldn't have let him go alone. I've got to hurry up." She says as she writes furiously onto the forms in front of her, not even caring what they are. In fifteen minutes, she'd finished her entire days' work and almost ran to her car. She drove like a maniac, searching for some sign of Harry. After five minutes of driving, she started to turn around, "Can't believe I forgot my keys…." She says before she freezes. 'My keys are right here.'

She looks around and sees smoking billowing from the next street over. "I've got to help." She says as she gets out of the car. Looking around, she notices that there isn't anyone around at all. "She is weird…" she says as she reaches under the seat if her car, pulling out her Beretta, and the half dozen extra magazines she keeps, just in case. As she turns towards the smoke, she hears an explosion, and a cry of pain. Turning, she sees her favorite student lying in the road, his leg bleeding. Running towards him are six men in long black robes, and silver masks. She carefully aims, and just as the lead man is raising his arm, she fires six shots into the group.


"Stay the hell away from my student" A voice yelled, followed almost immediately by more gunshots. Another falls and the remaining three retreat to the alleyway. Looking up, he's never happier to see Ms. Wester, gun in hand. He struggles to get to his feet, and she keeps firing, another of the men cries out in pain, and Malfoy curses. All three men disappear. She looks into the alley, then runs to Harry.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you too badly?" she asked, panic clear in her voice. Before she can answer, the cold voice of Malfoy yells, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Ms. Wester tenses up, than collapse to the ground. Malfoy sneers as he walks over to him.

"That damn librarian should have kept her nose out of this. She might have lived longer. Goyle! How did this trash-"He says emphasizing it with a kick of her body, "Get past the wards?"

Harry was livid at the way she was being treated. Any second she'd be back up and kicking ass like she always does. Except she didn't. They keep kicking her and she wouldn't even move. Finally, he can't take it anymore and, with all the strength he can muster with his bad leg, punches Malfoy straight to the face. Malfoy falls to his knee, hand held over his face, mask cracked and falling apart and his nose bleeding.

"I'd almost forgotten about you potter. Goyle, leave. You're of no use if you can use your wand." Malfoy says, getting back to his feet. One of them vanishes, and the other two turn their attention to him.

'Now's your chance! Get them" he prays, but she still won't move. The reality slowly starts to sink in. she wasn't getting up. They'd killed her. Harry kept getting angrier and angrier, adrenaline pumping through his veins; he punches the last man, who, caught by surprise, tries to block it with his hand. Harry's fist connects to the stick he's carrying. It snaps and the pieces fly everywhere. A flash of white light to his side, and he falls forward, unable to move his limbs.

"You idiot, Macnair! Why would you block with your wand hand! Get out of here, I'll finish potter myself." Malfoy sneers raising his hand again. 'I can afford to die like this' Harry screams in his mind.

"What's going on here?" a voice says from behind them.

The two turn their eyes to the new comer. A young woman, with long, light green hair and golden eyes was walking towards them. "Death Eaters? Didn't you hear that the war ended years ago?" she asked.

Lucius turned as quickly as he could and screamed, "Avada Kedavra!" she goes down, falling on top of Harry. Malfoy smirks, "That's two innocent people you've killed today, Potter. But don't worry, this is about to end."

Harry hadn't stopped praying, until a voice answered back, "So, you don't want to die? Then your path is simple. Just like that man so long ago, I offer you this contract, so that you may walk upon the path of the king. This path will be a lonely one, and you may lose everything you cherish along the way. Even so, will you take this contract? You need only swear to make just one wish of mine come true someday. What will you do?" Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even knowing that it was likely just a trick of his mind, he still needed to do it, if only to ease his fears.

"I accept your contract!" he repeats in his mind. At once his right eye begins to burn. At the same time, he can feel his limbs regaining movement. Malfoy raises his hand, intending to finish him. Harry looks him in the eye, and he starts seeing images and thought: A snake-faced man handing him a diary, the joy he feels as his elf shut its hands in the oven, the fear that he feels when confronted by and old man with a long white beard, and that man's name, 'Dumbledore'.

Harry shuts his eyes, and yells at the top of his lungs, "Help me, Professor Dumbledore!" as soon as he's done; he knew that it had the desired effect. The color seemed to drain out of his already pale face, and he looked around, terrified that he might be close by. The city as quiet as a graveyard, and Harry hears in the distance a faint pop. Malfoy yelps and disappears. Harry's vision begins to fade; the last thing he sees is a man running towards him.


So that's the first real chapter of the rewrite. Next time is a meeting with Dumbledore and more importantly, a meeting of a certain group...