A/N:Well, time for another chapter! I am really feeling the Pandora Hearts feels today!

Chapter Nine The lost savior


Albus Dumbledore was known as a great man to many people-including the entire Weasley family minus Percy, to Hermione Granger, who seemed to idolize his very existence, and then to all of Hogwarts, minus Severus Snape. That man was too damned perceptive for his own good, but he had ruined the entire plan by acting so cruel to his pawn.

By his pawn, he meant, of course, the now dead Harry Potter. The worthless brat was gone and was no longer a useful puppet in his collection of human beings he routinely used to do his every whim and fulfill his bidding. Oh, how easy it was to move his pawns or, say a few little words and watch how quickly they fell to obey him. Sometimes no words were necessary to control them, though...

It was sad, as what he had planned out for the young man to do had been the perfect plan that would have satisfied the entire Wizarding World and everyone within it. He thought only of himself, however, so the Wizarding World was merely a veneer for his true plans, which was to unite the world under the 'threat' of the Death Eaters and thus eliminate any who stood in his way with the help of one young Harry James Potter.

However, the boy had rebelled in ways he had not imagined, like during the Goblet of Fire, when the boy had refused to do certain tasks he had been hunted down by his house and told that he must cooperate, or else. However, the brat had been too damned defiant for his own good.

He was never one who could lie down and take orders with a straight face. Thank goodness he had put him with the Dursleys to show him where he really belonged, or else he might have become too arrogant and proud for him to change into a pawn. Arrogance meant you thought too highly of yourself; a status non-befitting of a mere pawn.

He hadn't really thought too much about the boy's complaints of being hurt by his relatives; he figured they were just keeping him in line, until Mrs. Figg had told him what they did to him. He had promptly told her never to discuss this with anyone, even though she was determined to call the Muggle Child Services. When she had suggested him being adopted by other Muggles or magical people, she had to be obliviated.

It was sad, really, having to do that to people who wouldn't listen, but there was one thing Albus Dumbledore knew, and that was that he was always right, no matter what, and everyone else was wrong. Sadly, Albus had long since become corrupted by power.

Then he had received the news that Harry Potter had been found guilty of murdering Cedric. Of course he hadn't. The boy was too stupid to actually hurt anyone. He only stood as a good sacrifice. That was all he was suited for.

What he hadn't been counting on, however, was that the boy had been murdered by them. How careless of him. Because of them, his perfect pawn was dead. Dead, and he couldn't bring him back. What if there was a way to bring back a dead pawn? No, once someone was dead, they couldn't return. He knew this from experiences with his mother and his dearly departed sister.

No, he was out of options. His only choice was to use that boy, Neville, and make him the new savior. The public was stupid enough that they'd use another boy as their punching bag and figurehead. That was just how dumb they were. IF they wanted another whipping boy, then Neville was the perfect target for their stupidity.

He smirked. Everything was going just as planned.


Jack Vessalius coughed from the weight of Oscar Vessalius pinning him down, preventing him from using B-rabbit's power while his chain lay on his other side, pulling him down through his mind, trying to steal his body.

"Jack, let Uncle Oscar go!" Oz cried, still whining. Why was this rabbit lucky enough to get a nice uncle and not a mean one like he had?

"Oh, my Uncle? I remember him well...he was such a nice man...shutting me in a closet and beating me up any time I rebelled. I hated him. But he killed me. Yes, he killed me, beat me with a tire iron." Jack said with a chuckle.

Gil and Oscar were watching in disbelief.

"Have you lost your mind, Jack? You weren't reincarnated into a cycle-"

"No, not this time around...because I rebelled...I wasn't being the 'hero' everyone wanted me to be. And I won't be a hero. Not ever. Not after what happened to me the last time," Jack said before coughing up blood. More of B-rabbit's chains shot out at Oscar, wounding him.

Jack knew the man had something to say to Oz, so he let him tell him he loved him. Jack knew full well that his 'Master of Death' title was going to claim yet another victim. Let's see, how many people were there to add to that list?

First, his parents, Lily and James, then Quirrell, then the Basilisk, then the memory of Tom Riddle, then Cedric Diggory, then his new mother, then Lacie, then Alice, then Oswald, then Miranda, then Arthur, then Zai's wife and child, then Oscar's wife and child (though her death was not his doing intentionally), and now this man was dying because of him.

All in all, along with the people he probably killed in the Tragedy of Sablier, that made...well, over a thousand people, maybe more than that. He didn't care. He didn't care anymore. Then again, he hadn't been the person who had ordered the slaughter of all the nobles, that had been the 'heroic' Glen's doing.

He just laughed and laughed. "I can't believe this! I knew no one would believe me! Of course, I'm just despicable Jack Vessalius, the one everyone loves to hate!"

"Shut up, Jack!" Gil cried. "If that's true, then you put Oz through torture, making him murder person after person..."

"I didn't mean to...well, I didn't care, to be honest..." Jack said darkly. He and the chain had too many similarities...being shut up somewhere, having no family or friends, being something not human, being hated by the world, being forced to kill.

His eyes widened as Oz was crying. His chain was crying and then moved towards him, raising his hand out as Oz's destructive power was raised onto Jack and destroyed him partway. However, Jack did not disappear entirely. But out of the corner of his waning vision he could see a brown-haired girl making her way back to Oz.

"Alice...can you ever forgive me?" He whispered the words. Blazing purple eyes looked at him and then glared at him as a response. He could see her. Her long white hair fell in her face and her lavender eyes looked at him in surprise before a sad look made its way along her face.

"Hello there, Jack..." She said, beckoning for the blond to come sit with her. "You're just in time. Alice has just made her contract with Oz valid again."

"How can that be possible when Oz is my chain?"

"Care to tell me how you can have been someone else reincarnated and then go through 100 cycles? I'd like to know those things myself, Jack, but you never told me," Alyss chuckled. "To think I used to idolize you more than anything."

"I'm sorry," Jack whispered, "I put you and Alice through so much. Your mother would never forgive me. I hurt her friend as well..."

"...I can't forgive you for what you did. That's what Alice would say. But you had your reasons, didn't you? Tell me all about your life before you were 'Jack.' Who were you?" Alyss asked, watching as Alice, Oz, and Gil all cried into each others' arms.

"Such a sappy scene," Jack remarked.