The truth comes out about Harry being a wizard. and the order makes it's move to save harry from the dursleys. Also, how Suzaku attained his immortallity. Enjoy!
Harry woke up, his body sore. Ever since Ms. Wester died in a car accident, the new librarian hasn't liked Harry hanging around. So everyday, Harry is forced to try and escape, but almost never gets past Dudley's gang.
Even after more than a month, he still hasnt gotten used to the daily beatings. 'At least this is the last day of school. After that I can barricade myself in my cupboard for the summer and let my wounds heal.' Harry thought as he heard his Aunt pounding on his door.
As Harry left, he breathed a sigh of relief. Dudley had insisted that he didn't need to attend school. Of course, they demanded that Harry go, for no other reason then so he won't be around the house. 'That suits me just fine. Anytime that I'm not around them is a blessing.' Harry chuckled as he walked the route to school.
"Hello, Ms. Augusta." he said to a recent addition to the neighborhood. Ms. Augusta is a kind old lady, though she doesn't act old. Harry had seen her out run half of the school track team.
"Good morning, Harry." She says brightly. "Last day of school?"
Harry nods and she laughs, "Oh how I used to look forward to it. Only years later did I realize how much i missed it. Would you care for a ride? I'm going that way for work, so it isn't really a problem." she asks when she finishes reminiscing.
"I would love one, thank you." Harry said as he climbed into the back of her car. Something was clearly off about it. For one thing, she could fit the entire Dursley family and half of Dudley's toys and video games, and still have everyone comfortable in the back seat alone! For another, they didn't hit any of the usual stoplights. And the morning traffic was completely nonexistent.
Within minutes, they were in front of his school, "Thank you very much! I'm sorry to impose." Harry said as he got out of the overly large backseat.
"No trouble at all! Be sure to enjoy yourself. After all you're only young once!" she said, laughing before she drives off.
This was the first time that he'd been to school so early. Usually he'd have gone to the library, but he hasn't been able to stay there without remembering Ms. Wester, so instead he sat in his chair and waited for homeroom.
He sat, looking through his bag for something to read. The back of his hand brushes up against something he did notice. Taking it out, he finds it is the same book he'd done his report on over a month ago. Lelouch of the Rebellion. Still inside is the paper that Harry had been writing the day Ms. Wester has given it to him.
As he read, he found that he could understand even more then before. More names seemed clear as day. He skipped ahead to the chapter that had been completely unreadable. This chapter, unlike the earlier entries, was written not as a story, but as if a journel entry.
'Following the defeat of Charles Zi Britannia, C.C. set to work, intending to release the three from the prison I had created for Me and my father. As she worked, Suzaku and I had a true talk. Despite his anger, he set it aside in favor of the Zero Requiem. If this works, Nunally's ideal world might be right around the corner.'
'Through out this month, Suzaku and I have discussed all the possible scenarios that may arise. We have only found one problem. As Suzaku put it, "I only have one life. With this plan I might die several times."
A voice boomed through the room. "If you seek power, then accept this contract. By your words, a code has left this plain. Take up his code and his power, and your dreams can become a reality."
Without hesitation, Suzaku accepted the contract just as I had. Seconds later, the geass sigil appeared on the back of his right hand. As C.C. returns, she simply says, "In time, this blessing will become your curse. One day, your name will cease to have meaning, Suzaku Kururugi." the door was finally opened and together we left Kaminejima, bound for the imperial capital of pendragon, to announce my ascension.'
Before he could continue reading, the bell rings signaling the start of homeroom. Making a note of the page, Harry puts the book back in his bag and starts what will no doubt be a fun filled day.
That night, Albus Dumbledore woke after another restless night. As he'd done every night since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts, he poured himself a glass of Firewhiskey, and quickly prepared a dreamless sleep potion.
"More nightmares?" said the ghost of a young woman behind him.
"They are becoming far more vivid." he sighed, "I don't know how much more of this I can take, Ariana."
"Give up these plans, Albus. Free the innocents, and beg for the forgiveness of those you've wronged." Ariana Dumbledore urged.
"You know I can not do that. How could I? If I gave up now, the Potters, the Mckinnons, and so many others will have died in vain! And how could they forgive me? Black, Lestrange, the Longbottoms, and Harry? How could I ask Severus to forgive me after what I've done to him? The prophecy must be fulfilled, you know that!" he cried, tears streaming from his eyes.
"You're right." she says softly, "You could never make amends for what you've done. But that is no excuse to not try. All these years, you've suffered endless for things that are not your fault. My death was unavoidable. From the moment those boy saw me. You, Aberforth, and Gellert were all I had after mom. Yet look at what my death has caused. Aberforth has lost touch with reality, charming goats for no other reason than because I once mentioned that I'd like goats with superpowers, You've collapsed in on yourself, trying to bear the burden of everything, while still keeping those you love at a distance. And poor Gellert, he loved me so much, that he turned to the dark arts, not for power, but out of a desire to ask for my forgiveness. Please, stop before you go too far!" She pleads, transparent tears running down her ghostly cheeks.
"Tell me, Ariana, am I a monster?" Dumbledore asks his sister.
For over a minute, they said nothing, but Ariana eventually said, "Do you want the truth?"
"The truth is always preferred." he answers, putting the finishing touch on his potion.
"Yes, you are. But that doesn't mean you are beyond salvation!" she cries.
"I see." he smiled thoughtfully, as the walked back into his bedroom. "when I was offered this contract, he warned that I would be condemned to solitude. I jumped at the oppurunity, of course. Perhaps I am a monster..."
As he climbed into bed, his little sister watching over him, he smiles, "For the greater good, I will become a monster. And when all of this is done, I will correct every wrong that I can, and make amends the only way a monster can." and with that, he gulps the potion and drifts into dreamless sleep.
Summer vacation had been alright so far, he'd only been beaten twice, and he'd set a python on his cousin at the zoo. If that was any indication, this could be a good summer. Until the letters started.
One morning, he'd brought in the mail as he always did, and saw a letter addressed to Mr. Harry Potter, cupboard under the chairs. As he tried to open it, Dudley had taken it, and given it to his uncle. Whatever it was, it had scared him, as that night, he'd called Harry into the living room, and given him Dudley's second bedroom. Part of Harry was thrilled that he had a bedroom, but he still wanted that letter. By some miracle, the next day, they'd delivered two more. Dudley got them; but before he could open them, uncle Vernon had actually slapped Dudley and taken them, burning them instantly.
Every morning, it was the same. Harry or Dudley would they and get some, only for uncle Vernon to take and burn them. Until the day that it became almost silly. A torrent of letters had flown through the chimney, interrupting uncle Vernon's speech about how there wouldn't be any more letters.
After safely disposing of every single letter, he'd packed up the family and taken them to a hotel almost a full day's drive from Number four privet drive. That hadn't worked, as the hotel called they're room because of over fifty letters addressed to him. Uncle vernon promptly relocated again.
As he sat in the car listening to Dudley moan about how he was missing his favorite shows, Harry couldn't help but remember that tomorrow was his birthday. 'All I want is that letter.' he thought glumly, as the scenery zoomed past.
"Thank you all for coming. As you are no doubt aware, we are meeting in accordance to our individual races orders from His Majesty Lelouch Vi Britannia. We will now call roll." Gringott's voice boomed in the council.
"Marianne Appoline Delacour, high elder of the Veela, and my oldest granddaughter, Fluer. I speak for the Veela." the silver haired Veela said announced, bowing to the goblin king.
Next, the elegant man next to her stands, and bows, "Austin Davis, on behalf of the werewolves. I am joined by my kinsman, Remus Lupin."
In the middle of the room, a lone woman sits, her green hair flowing behind her, "I speak for the order. My name is C.C." she says, not bothering to rise or bow.
"King Goroth of the dwarves of England. I speak for my people." the iron clad warrior said, rising next, but not bowing.
"I is Tobi, direct descendent of his Majesty's elves." the short, pointy eared creature mutters.
"I am Bane, of the centaur tribe of the north. We will obey our obligation." the proud centaur declared.
"What of the Giants, the vampires, and the Merfolk?" Gringotts asks, eyeing the two empty spaces.
C.C. nonchalantly answers, "The order has repeatedly attempted negotiations with each. The giants have left, only a few may remain loyal. Scrimgeour will not listen until a stable empire has been established, and the merfolk will aid as needed, though they will have no part in this council."
"Then, we are ready to begin. The heir to Lord Lelouch has been found. His name is Harry James Potter." Gringott exclaims. All around, there was muttering amongst themselves.
Davis stands and waits to be given permission to speak.
"We will now hear the thoughts of the representative of the werewolves." the goblin king said, taking his seat.
"I was aware of this before, however, I have yet to discover any way that the bloodline could have survived." he asks respectfully.
"Unknown to most, Kallen Kouzaki had a daughter with Lelouch, by the name of Cornelia Stadfald, about three years before her death. As she carried on her mothers name, and Kallen was quite secretive about the father, most assumed that it was Gino Wienberg. As such, she was able to survive the purge of the royalty, and after her marriage to a minor noble family, the blood line was lost. I was recently able to link Ms. Lily Potter as a direct descendant of that family." C.C. explains as she shows each of them the family tree.
"Why is this only occurring now?" Goroth asks, looking over the family tree. "I count ten males born to this line, in the last five hundred years alone."
"His majesty was quite clear about who was deserving of the family. Only a child born of magic, while possessing the will of the king can take up the head of the empire. Harry is the only person since Lelouch himself to have both those quailties." C.C. states, showing a copy of the now active will of Leouch.
"Are we in agreement that he is legal heir?" The goblin king asks, having asked both those questions before. The council unanimously agreed.
"Then our next order of business, is deciding how to assist him. At this time, as I understand it, he is being kept at his abusive relatives. I have evidence that they have beaten him on two seperate occasions, starved him, and concealed his magical nature from him." Gringott started, before he was cut off by cries of outrage.
The dwarves axes were drawn, thrust into the air in a war cry. The Veela flames flared into existence. The weres had teeth bared, and Lupin looked like he might change, full moon be damned. Centuers had arrows notched, and the elves were sharpen knives that had certainly not been there before.
"ENOUGH!" the goblin yelled, "I don't like this anymore than you, however we cannot afford for the ministry to discover of his lineage. There are whose who still believe, as they did last time, that the line must die. We need a small group to infiltrate, and retrieve His Highness. Any suggestions?"
"The order has him under constant serveilence , and have standing orders to kill if they attempt anything." C.C. says, eating a slice of pizza, "They can have him within the hour if Zero gives the order. "
"Yet you still purpose we wait?" Davis said, teeth still bared.
"Yes. Dumbledore intends for him to attend Hogwarts no matter what. If the Dursleys will not let him have any letters, Dumbledore will send someone after him. We'd reveal our hand if he suddenly went missing. I say that we wait, and move as soon as he is alone. "
The council seemed less than convinced. "I still feel that you're taking an awful risk. If anything goes wrong, he could die before help gets to him." Madam Delacour points out.
"Then I have a suggestion." the centaur said, "What say we have a number of elves on standby, invisible, in close proximity to His Highness. If anything happens, they'll be ready to help, while of not, then no harm done."
"I believe that can be arranged." C.C. Says as she walk to the door, Tobi following. "We will return after we sort out the protection detail."
Harry was bored out of his mind. Uncle Vernon was talking to an old man along the edge of the sea. Faintly, Harry could've sworn he heard a 'pop' and it seemed like it was more crowded in the small car. But that was impossible. There wasn't anything else in the car.
"Well, that went well." Uncle Vernon smiled, opening the car door, "He's willing to lend us his cottage about half a mile out. Even gave us the speed boat to get there. We'd beat hurry, looks like there it's going to storm."
Groaning, all of them got out of the car. Harry thought he felt something brush up against his leg, but again, there was nothing there. Uncle Vernon lead them down to the dock, passing the black haired man uncle Vernon had rented the house from.
It had been a cold boat ride to the house. It was nearly impossible to see anything through the rain, and they'd driven right past it. When they finally got there, his Aunt and Uncle had gone to the only bedroom, while Dudley slept on the couch. Obviously, Harry got the floor.
Looking over at his cousin's watch, Harry saw that he only had another minute until he was eleven. 'another worthless birthday.' Harry thought glumly.
As the watch hit midnight, Harry thought, 'Happy Birthday to me.'. At that moment there was a colossal knock at the door.
It had been the strangest day that Harry could remember. Part of him still expected to wake up, still on that shack in the middle of the sea.
The massive man named Hagrid had broken down the door, bent uncle Vernon's shotgun like a toothpick, and told him he was a wizard. Hagrid had given him the letter. It was an invitation to a school of magic.
The two of them had gone to London, according to Hagrid, to get Harry's school supplies. After seeing the leaky cauldron, Harry hadn't expected much, but he was surprised. Diagon alley was, for lack of a better word, amazing. They'd found everything he needed, including more money than Harry would have thought possible. Hagrid had even given him a beautiful snow owl for a birthday present. After they'd had a long talk, Hagrid had taken him back to privet drive, against Harry's wishes. They taken all of his things into his room, given him his ticket for the school train, and left before Harry could ask about platform.
Just as he came down to make some lunch, he heard a knock at the door. 'Maybe Hagrid forgot to tell me something.' Harry thought as he opened the door. On the other side, it wasn't Hagrid, but Ms. Augusta.
"Ms. Augusta, how are you?" he asks.
"I'm quite alright. I was wondering of we might be able to talk?" she asks sweetly.
"I'm not sure, my aunt and uncle aren't here right now." Harry says, unsure what they would say if he invited in the neighbor they felt was, 'the wrong sort'.
"I know. That's why I'm here. Those muggles would only get in the way." she smiles, "Perhaps you'd like to join me for a spot of lunch?"
It only took a moment for it to sink in. 'she's a witch.' Harry thought amazed. "I'd like that." Harry nods as he walks out of the locked house.
The walked over to her small house. Inside, Harry smelled the unmistakeable smell of pizza. "I hope you like pizza, my grandson is quite fond of it and he'll be here in about ten minutes." she said, and with a wave of her wand, the pizza started cutting itself.
"So you're actually a witch? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, taking the plate that zoomed over to him.
"I'm sorry I kept it from you, but if your aunt and uncle knew, they would have made your life far worse than it was." she sighed apologetically. "Some of the things I've seen... well let's just say many of my friends want nothing more than a chance to show your family their displeasure."
"Why do I have to stay there? Why can't I stay somewhere else? I saw the money I have in the bank. Couldn't I use that to pay for a hotel?" Harry asks hopefully.
"Oh you could." she smiles. "But I hope to avoid that."
The nearby fireplace turned green, and seconds later, a boy, roughly his age, though he looked like a strange mix of Harry and Dudley, fell out of the fire.
"Neville, allow me to introduce Harry Potter." Augusta smiles, helping the boy to his feet. "Harry, this is my grandson, Neville. He'll be in your year at Hogwarts."
The boy's eyes bulged, and they flashed quickly to his scar and back. "Hi." he says nervously.
"Hi." Harry says, extending his hand.
They shake, and Augusta leaves, returning shortly with a man and two women. They all look familiar.
"Harry, this is Amelia Bones-" indicating the women with the monocle, "Morgan Greengrass-" indicating the witch with blond hair, "And her husband Cyrus." pointing to the wizard next to Morgan. " They are a few of my fiends, and they were also quite close to your parents."
"Well, I wasn't the close, but my husband was, so here I am." Amelia smiles, taking a piece of pizza. "I can see why C.C. likes this so much. Muggles sure have some good food."
"Hi." Harry says nervously.
Augusta chuckles, "No need to be nervous. Just relax and enjoy lunch. We'll talk after."
Harry just nods, and strikes up a conversation with an equally nervous Neville about Hogwarts. Some how it makes it easier, as before long he's laughing with everyone.
After the fourth pizza is finished, they are all pleasantly full. Augusta looks back at Harry, "I'm going out on a limb here and say that you don't want to go back to the dursleys."
"Not in the slightest." Harry says, draining the last of his soda.
Amelia laughs, "That didn't take long. You don't have to, if you don't want to. I might not have been too close to them, but if your parents knew what was happening, the Dursleys would not stand a chance."
"I agree. You are more than welcome to stay with Neville and I until school. Would you like to?" Augusta asks, Neville nodding.
Harry could hardly believe his ears. A chance to escape the Dursleys? He didn't even need to think. "I'd love to."
Augusta beamed, "Excellant! Well, I think that this house is a little small for the three of us, so, shall we go back to the manor?"
All around the table, the adults nod. "Neville, you floo back. Cyrus, Morgan, can you clean up here?" she asks, as Neville walks to the fireplace. The two adults take out their wands, waving them. All around the room, plates, glasses, even furniture flu around, fitting into a few boxes by the door. Harry watches in amazement, until he feels a hand grab his arm.
A huge weight threatens to crush him from all sides. He can't breathe, as if he were being drawn through a tube. A moment later, the feeling has passed. In front of him wasn't the dining room where he'd just eaten. It was the largest house he'd ever seen.
A massive mansion with walls built of white marble, the front doors alone were bigger then Number four Privet Drive. On the doors, there was a gold crest, a hippogriff soaring over crossed wands. Beneath it, the same Hippogriff, standing back to back with a Gryphon.
"The upper crest is the Longbottom coat of arms." Augusta explains as they walked through the doors. On the other side, there are five boxes that he was quite sure had just been in the other house. "Oh, good. They're already here." she smiles, walking through the door to the left.
Amelia and the Greengrasses are talking around a table with a very familiar women with light green hair. "Augusta," the women smiles, "I took the liberty of bringing all of his belongings. I put them in the guest bedroom. Perhaps Neville could help him get settled while we talk?"
"Certainly, Ms. C.C." Augusta says, before yelling for Neville, and having him show Harry around.
After neville and Harry go explore the grounds, Augusta casts every ward she knows. "What now? I wasn't expecting you until dinner." she says, taking her seat.
"I felt that I might be in our best interest to speed thing up a bit. It would seem that Dumbledore has geass. Harry's geass and memories were sealed." C.C. sighs.
"Can you remove it?" Amelia asks, pouring Augusta a glass of wine.
"Of course. That is why I'm here. Does your grandson know?" she asks Augusta.
"No. He hasn't demonstrated the mental strength to repel Dumbledore if he were attacked while at school."
"Good, but it may be best to step up his training. Harry will need support, and that has always been the Longbottom's duty. Dating back to their time as Knights of the Rounds."
Cyrus addresses C.C., "When will we tell him?"
"Soon, hopefully." she answers, walking towards the door, "There are some matters that still need to be addressed, and one more person still needs to be brought up to speed."
We're approaching the end of my prewrritten chapters. Next is the remainder of the summer.
Anyway, a quick question to you readers. Draco, should he be good or bad? Lucius is going to be an evil bastard, but the idea of a good Malfoy is intriguing. so, should i try to redeem him or proceed with Malfoy bashing? Leave your answers in a review, along with any comments, suggestions, or criticism, though make sure it's constructive criticism. flames are just a complete waste of both our time.