Introductions... World 12...
Revan ambled down Diagon Alley observing the hustle and bustle of the daily lives of England's Wizarding community. It was good to have his face back again and not to have to wear his alternate face, a blending of Sirius Black features and Draco Malfoy's coloration. Although he had worn his other face whilst on the majority of the previous worlds he had been to, on this world no Harry Potter had ever been born, his parents having been killed by Voldemort whilst still pregnant with him. This world's Fawkes had informed of the circumstances during his arrival briefing. Each time on entering a world the resident Fawkes would be there to provide him with the relevant facts and history so he could hit the ground running. It was surprising actually, considering what a flashy bird a Phoenix was, they made surprisingly good intelligence agents.
Revan ducked into Ollivander's, time to add another of his wands to his collection (he had purchased his wand again in each world, always good to have a back up, especially if it was the exact same wand as your original).
"Ahh, good morning, Mr...?"
"Darkmayne, Revan Darkmayne, I am in need of a new wand, mine has been damaged beyond repair."
A few minutes, and another creepy speech about it being 'curious' and Revan was back out into the sunshine. He shuddered, he hated dealing with Ollivander, that man had always made his skin crawl. Time for some food, and a bit of planning. He headed towards the nearest cafe.
Ordering some sandwiches and some coffee Revan set about ordering the information he had about this world in a special notebook he had spelled so only he could read it. Things were very different here to his previous worlds and taking down Voldemort was going to be much harder. Unlike all the others so far in this world Voldemort had not created horcruxes, and by not going down this route he had avoided the descent into insanity that marked all the other Voldemort's to date. Instead making use of selective assignation and terror attacks, coupled with an insidious manipulation of the political system, he had moved all of his inner circle into positions of power within the ministry. From there his only obstacle had been Dumbledore who had managed to corner and kill in a duel four years ago. McGonagall had been made the new Headmistress but with fairly sever restrictions on her autonomy and authority. A political officer was now stationed at Hogwarts and ran the compulsory Wiz-Youth program, a set up frighteningly similar to the arrangements used by the Nazis in Germany in the 18940's and Revan having grown up amongst muggles was only to aware of the sinister intent behind such a program. Two years ago Voldemort's power had reached the point where he could come out into the open and having rigged the Wizarding council and Ministry in his favour had quickly become the Minister of Magic. Two months ago the position had been renamed as the Supreme Overlord. Revan had to chuckle in a way, upon arrival in this world he had officially become the bad guy, a criminal, or a least he would once he started to move. He finished his coffee, it was time to go, he had an appointment with the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, now known as the Movement, his one time godfather, Sirius Black.
Getting up, he moved down the street to the apparition point with a barely audible displacement of air was gone.
Sirius started with surprise on his way to the kitchen when he heard a loud knock at the door. Who on earth would be visiting so early on the first weekend of the Christmas Holidays? Grumbling about people interrupting his breakfast, although to be fair it was nearly eleven, which would definitely make it brunch, he opened the door. Sirius froze as his brain had difficulty making sense of what he was seeing. James Potter stood before him, but James was dead, dead nearly nineteen years.
"Mr Black, my name is Revan Darkmayne, I was wondering if I could have a little of your time, I have some thing to discuss with you, that you may find of interest." Even the voice sounded like James, just as he was about to reach for his wand fearing some Death Eater trick, Fawkes appeared in a flash of flame and landed on Revan's shoulder trilling happily.
"Good morning Fawkes, I was wandering when you would turn up."
"Y..You, y..you k..know Fawkes?" stammered Sirius in surprise.
"Yes I've known him all my life, in way I almost grew up with him really, if you could let me in I'll explain everything"
"Ok, come in but no sudden moves" Sirius stepped back from the doorway, allowing Revan to enter. Once Revan had closed the door behind him Sirius pointed at the small table in the entryway and said, "Wand, weapons, devices, anything you are carrying put them on the table."
Revan raised an eyebrow at Sirius' wand now pointed directly at him. He had expected Sirius to be cautious.
"Of course, I'd be happy to." he said, and began to disarm himself. Revan began to remove his weapons. His two main wands were drawn slowly from their sheaths in the upper arms of his overcoat, his two primary backups, from their concealed arm sheaths, and his secondary backups from his boots were laid out neatly on the table.
Sirius watched in amazement as the young man, no older than his eldest daughter by the look of it, removed six wands, six! Who in what war needs to carry six wands, even Aurorer's and Unspeakable's only carrier two or three at the most, to the best of his knowledge. His amazement slowly turned to alarm at the pile of weapons that were added to the wands, a beautiful sword, an evil looking dagger with twined serpents for a handle, two small boot daggers, six throwing knives, a garrotte (and who the hell carries them!), what seemed to be a muggle automatic pistol, two shield gauntlets, a time turner (supposedly under Ministry lockdown and yet here was one in his hallway!) and a couple of odd looking bits of jewellery with no apparent function. Finishing Revan waved his hand over the items a couple of times and a blue glow encased them, a wandless anti-tampering charm, powerful magic indeed.
"Well I think that's everything" Revan said brightly, in the same tone one would normally take when putting down the shopping, not a Wizarding arsenal, "so where shall we talk?"
Keeping his wand on Revan, Sirius motioned towards the sitting room. Revan moved inside and took one of the comfortable seats, well aware that Sirius was sizing him up.
For his part Sirius was confused, the young man sitting in front of him was a mass of contradictions. The face and physique of his old friend James and without a question the unique green coloured eyes of Lilly, yet the expression and situational awareness was better suited to a veteran Auror not someone who looked like they had just finished school. Suddenly it hit him, where he had seen this sort of expression and demeanour before, this guy is a soldier and a veteran, but how is that possible, the Wizarding world doesn't have soldiers?
"Would you like to hear what I have to say Sirius, or would you like to keep glaring at me awhile longer?"
Sirius jumped a little in his seat, startled out of his introspective reverie, he hadn't realised he had been showing his thoughts on his face.
"Sure go ahead Mr Darkmayne"
"Please call me Revan, no need for formalities." Revan said easily. He reached into his pocket and removed a shrunken travel chest. A quick wandless engorgio and it was back to its full size next to the coffee table. Opening it Sirius was surprised to see it contained a pensieve and a large collection of bottles containing memories. Revan placed it on the table and took out a bottle marked 'Sirius briefing', his curiosity piqued Sirius leant forward with a raised eyebrow.
"Save your questions for now, you'll have most of them answered by these memories and I'll happily answer any others you have afterward." Sirius nodded his agreement and they entered the pensieve.
Two hours later they emerged, Sirius with a look of wonder and shock in his eyes. This was James and Lilly's son, and even more incredible he had spent his life being prepared for just one task, the war against Voldemort. The next fact made him feel lightheaded, twelve times previously this boy, no young man, had faced Voldemort in single combat and defeated him. It was incredible. He looked over at Dumbledore's familiar, "Fawkes is it all true, you really brought him here to bring down Voldemort?"
The phoenix looked at him seriously and then nodded slowly. For the first time ever he heard the phoenix's voice, Yes this fledgling is here because I and my other selves wished it. Out of all the Harry's that have succeeded against Voldemort, this one was the best prepared and had the least to leave behind. He was the only one we felt could succeed at the task we have given him.
Sirius blew out his breath, clearly at a loss as what to say.
"So what are your plans Revan, or should I call you Harry?"
"Revan please, Harry died that day at the battle of Hogwarts, he is buried with his soul mate, I am his vengeance, his legacy, his wrath."
Sirius shivered, looking into Revan's eyes just then was like looking into a void, that look coupled with the memories of Revan's fighting style he had just seen almost made him feel sorry for the Death Eater's and Voldemort, almost but not really.
"As to my plans, I must confess I am a little unsure. It's not going to be a straightforward this time. Previously I only had to hunt down and kill them all, now though they are people in positions of power, the establishment, which complicates things. They'll be harder to get to, although not impossible, but more importantly we will need to dismantle the system Voldemort had set in place which will mean having people ready to set into the vacated positions and take over the reigns of power. Up till now I have been part bounty hunter, part assassin, this time we need a revolution."
Sirius nodded to himself, the lads comments were spot on, just killing them probably wouldn't have the necessary effect, they had to be replaced, and if possible their theories discredited. It wasn't going to be quick or easy.
"From what Fawkes said in your memories the remainder of the world's you have to go to, assuming you survive this time, will be similar in structure to this, so what you work out here will most likely be able to be easily adapted to the next, is that right?"
"Hopefully, but I can't be sure, I have noticed that while the general history can be similar, people can be vastly different in personality, world to world. The last one I went to, all the Weazley kids had become Death Eaters"
Sirius sucked in his breath in shock "No!"
"Oh yes, although that is the only occasion for them, and they had done so to avoid having the family member's killed, still it was hard, very hard to see them wearing his mark"
"Was, was she one too?" Sirius asked concerned.
Pain flickered across Revan's face, "Yes, and in my Ginny's memory I spared them after showing them a memory of what they could have been like. To change the subject slightly on one world I found a Harry Potter as a Death Eater. He had been spoilt from an early age by the family he was placed with after his parents death, and had become convinced of his superiority, and thus was easy prey for Voldemort's recruitment."
"What did you do?" asked Siruis fascinated.
"I killed him, after telling him who and what I was and what I thought of him." seeing Sirius' look of disapproval he continued, "he disgraced the memories of his parents by willingly serving their murderer, committed numerous acts of violence and murder himself wiping out sever families that I am quite attached to. He deserved no pity, no mercy, I put him down like the scum he was"
Even from across the room Sirius could physically feel the outrage and disgust Revan felt for the Harry he had killed, magic energy flickered all over Revan as he relived his disposal of the other Harry. Sirius became a little alarmed, the power coming off this young man was immense, he was just thinking of putting up some shield's, when Revan abruptly noticed the discharge, and in mere instants, had dampened his magic back down to normal levels, his control was masterful. This was not a young man you would want to piss off.
Without Warning the door to the sitting room swung open, and a beautiful young woman was standing there.
"Dad are you having lunch or what!" she said crossly and then stopped. She stared in consternation at the young man opposite her father, Wow! What a hot guy! she thought, looking at him appreciatively, suddenly her breath seemed to leave her, and her heart started pounding, as his eyes met her own. Twin emerald pools regarded her, and in their depths, although she didn't know how, she saw pain, anguish and more suffering than someone his age should ever have experienced. Her heart melted, instinctively she just wanted to comfort him, hold him and tell him it would be ok. But then the realisation hit her, he wasn't for her to comfort, she couldn't say how she knew, and the knowledge was breaking her heart, but she just knew, he wasn't for her. She gasped as the pain of loss hit her, and she felt a flush rise in her face. Stammering that she was sorry for interrupting, she spun on her heel and fled.
Sirius frowned, Lilly wasn't usually so flighty, he wondered what was up. "Um that was my daughter, that just barged in and out again, something seems to have upset her, could you juts wait a moment and I'll go see what's bothering her."
"Of course, take your time, there's a comfortable couch there perhaps I'll take a nap."
"Go ahead, oh and in the light of what I saw, you can recover your weapons, if you like. Probably a good idea actually the rest of the family will be back soon and it's probably best they don't see that arsenal of yours." Sirius left the room.
Revan snorted quietly, arsenal? That was just his normal load-out, if he knew he was going into battle he'd have a lot more than just that lot. He got up opened the door, softly calling armatus, his wands and weapons shot back into their assigned places. Closing the door he made his way over to the couch and eyeing it with pleasure, settled himself down for a nap, casting his defensive wards almost by reflex as his eyes began to droop.
