AN: Wow… I'm sorry for it being thislong to update. Sorry for the short chapter as well, life's a bitch, and all that. Gotta hate Murphy's Law. Anywho, I don't anything, with Barchoke being from a far superior fanfic by robst called Harry Crow. It's a good one, with some H/Hr fluff along the way.
Chapter 6: Rebellion
"Didn't expect to see that!"
There, at the top of the paper was the name 'Lord Harry James Potter-Ravenclaw-Slytherin-Gryffindor-Hufflepuff-Peverell-Sparda-Emrys'. Right below it was two betrothal contracts, and one unfinished concubine contract.
"Uh, what exactly does this mean?" Harry asked, not just a little bit shocked.
"It means many things Lord Potter. But first, it means you're out of Dumbledore's reach. Second," Ragnok said, going toward the sword on the wall, "it means you get Rebellion. This sword was the chosen sword of Sparda, and with it he slayed many men. All of them owed debts they refused to pay, so their debts were paid in blood."
Nodding, Harry continued looking at the scroll. Under the family tree was a list of abilities. The actual words were indecipherable, and the only reason he knew they were abilities was because they were labeled as such.
"Ragnok, why is this part unreadable?" Harry asked.
"Hmm… that's odd. That's normally clear as day. I'd harbor a guess that magic itself is interfering on this. There can be no other explanation since you are the Potter heir." Ragnok said thoughtfully.
Barchoke snorted, "Never is simple when it comes to you, eh? Nothing wrong with being interesting, mind you, but sometimes things being easy is nice."
Harry nodded, silently agreeing. Being normal would be nice, however it wouldn't be anywhere near as to what he would want to happen. Normal would mean powerless, and he never liked feeling powerless. Or did he? He was receiving a lot confusing emotions lately, conflicting with what he normally felt. Things were becoming strange… and not in the magical sense.
"The barriers are collapsing!" James shouted.
"Vhat? Impossible, zey are perhaps the strongest zey could be!" A man with wild white hair yelled back.
"Check your readings again, they're failing!"
"Zis is not right," he muttered, "zey are at full power, but zey are allowing things to pass through! Zey veren't designed for zis! Vwe must be experiencing come form of interference! But on such a level to cause a selective release?"
"Theorize later, fix it now!" James screamed.
"How vould I? Ze interference is not of an outside force, but is from within! I believe it's our power source that's causing it. So, unless you vish to lower our overall power, vwe can do nothing."
"Damn it," James sighed, "we need to ease him into this, not all of a sudden pop out and say hi! We need time-"
"Time is somezing vwe don't have. At zis rate, our barriers vill become useless. Vwe vill need a meeting soon, vwe need a plan."
James sighed heavily, "Gather the others, tell them anything else can wait."
"Vhat vill you do?" the man asked.
"Albert," James said, "I'm not one to make decisions early and without thought, but," he paused, "It may be time for the Alpha Protocol."
