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Spells or Force Powers

Chapter 8: Enter the Authority Figures

July 22nd, 2007

Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow UK

After Revan and Bastila left the room, James and Lily sat in their chairs for a moment longer thinking on everything that Revan and Bastila had told them. James was astounded at the type of life that his son had. He was proud of the man he had met today. Still he was troubled, not so much by what he heard but by what he suspected had not been told. He could only hope that Revan would trust him once they had a chance to get to know each other.

"Lily, I am going to ask Revan and Bastila to stay for dinner." James said with a slightly nervous tone. He wasn't sure how Lily was taking their son's revelations.

Lily had a silk handkerchief in her hands and had been using it to dab at the tears that occasionally fell from eyes. "Are you sure? Do you really want to expose Hailey to him?"

James face fell at Lily's questions. He sighed softly before answering "I think Hailey deserves the chance to meet her brother. I think he could help her cope with the events of the war besides she won't be back till later this week."

Lily was practically wringing her hands now "But you saw how they killed those men. Maybe Sirius is right maybe they are no different than the Death Eaters."

James leaned forward in his chair and looked at Lily in shocked dismay. "I can't believe you would even think that they are the same as Death Eaters."

Lily cut him off and said heatedly "They killed them the same way the Death Eaters kill innocent bystanders! What am I supposed to think!"

James was angry now and his body showed it in the way his hands turned white as they gripped the arms of the chair. "They are different because they did what needed to be done. Revan and Bastila did not enjoy killing those men. They didn't revel in it. I wish there were more wizards and witches willing to do what they did; if there were Voldemort might never have risen to power in the first place."

Lily gaped at James, her mouth opening and closing several times before she finally found her voice. "What happened to you? When we were first married you never would have supported what they did. You would have been as upset as Sirius and I are."

"I grew up something you and Sirius had not done." He retorted hotly. Sirius and Lily and many of the Order didn't really understand the nature of what they were fighting in his opinion.

"Oh yes, because clearly we are immature because we don't condone killing."

"No but you refuse to admit that there are circumstances where the normal rules don't apply. I never said to kill all criminals; however, I do advocate the killing of Death Eaters. We are war whether you want to admit that or not and the Death Eaters are soldiers for the other side."

"Fine! Do what you want but don't expect me to welcome them with open arms. He may be my son, but that doesn't mean I will support or condone his actions." Lily stood and stormed out of the room, taking a different door that lead away from the entrance hall.

James just leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Once he might have thought the same way as Lily and Sirius, but that changed the night he thought his son had died.

Flashback

Ministry of Magic, November 11th, 1981

A couple of weeks later after the attack on his home that took the life of his son, James went back at work in the Department for International Affairs at the Ministry. It was a Wednesday around lunch time. He was sitting at his desk lost in thought as he stared a picture of Lily and Harry. Looking up he said "Come in." when he heard a knock at his door.

A tall well built man with short brown hair and blue eyes walked into the office and closed the door behind him. James' hand went for his wand when the stranger started to cast a spell. He only relaxed when he realized it was a privacy ward. He was curious now who this man was and what he wanted.

Once the man completed the ward, he took a seat across from James. "Mr. Potter, first let me express my deepest condolences for your loss. No parent should ever have to bury their child." He said softly.

James could feel tears start to prickle his eyes. He took a moment to compose himself before he said "Thank you, but I am sure you didn't come for that."

The man let a small smile form, not much more than an upturning of the corners of his mouth. "No, I came to take talk to you about a job."

James was taken by surprise. "Ok, I wasn't expecting that."

"Mr. Potter I am a member of the Department of Mysteries. I am an Unspeakable agent. We would like you to join us as an agent."

James fell back into his chair. "Me, you want me to be an Unspeakable? Why?"

The man had lost his smile and was looking deadly serious as he explained "Mr. Potter, you are certainly not the only parent to have a lost a child to Voldemort. Based on our observations of you, we feel that you may be amenable to the types of activities that our agents undertake."

"What activities?"

"Before I go on, I will warn you that if you decide not to take our offer, I will be forced to Obliviate this conversation. Do you understand?" The man asked his tone stating that this was not a joke.

James could only nod. The man continued to explain "You could think of us as international Aurors; however, we do not arrest our targets." James had no illusions about what the man was saying.

"So you want me to be an assassin?" James asked. His displeasure at the idea was showing clearly on his face. Since his son had died, James had decided that there were indeed some criminals that should be killed rather than arrested but not all crimes were deserving of that kind of retribution.

"Let me explain, we are not assassins. First, as members of the Department of Mysteries we are completely independent of the Minister so there are no politically motivated targets. Second, we do not go after all criminals. We target only dark lords or potential dark lords."

James was somewhat relieved to hear that, but then he felt anger smolder. "If you go after dark lords, why did you wait until some prophecy declared my son as the only threat to Voldemort! Couldn't you have taken him out before that?"

The man looked at James with sympathy and answered "Unfortunately, even though we are independent there are still some laws that we must follow. The key law in this case being that we can't operate within the UK. It is something we have been trying to change but we have had little success."

"How would it work?" James asked. His mind was going a mile a minute jumping from topic to topic as he processed what the man was saying. This would give him a way to honor Harry's memory and hopefully help prevent other parents from having to bury their children.

"Everything would remain largely the same. You would undergo some special training to make sure you had the necessary skills and practice. This job here would be your cover and as threats are identified, you and a team of agents would be sent out to neutralize it."

"Can I tell my wife?" James asked already knowing the answer.

"No, I'm sorry. The fewer people that know the better, given the nature of our work. If you ever need to talk to someone other than an agent we have hired muggle therapists to help deal with issues as they arise."

James just nodded his head as he listened to the man. Could he do this, could he keep such a large part of his life secret from Lily? Part of him was happy that he couldn't tell her, he didn't think she would understand. It was then he realized that he already decided that he would take the job.

"I'll do it." James said simply but with conviction in his voice. This was his chance, not at revenge because nothing he did would bring Harry back, but to stand up and make sure it never happened again.

End Flashback

James stood up and went back to the entrance hall to find Revan and invite him to stay. He didn't have to look long. Just seconds after he had made it to the entrance hall, Revan walked in through the front door. James smiled as he felt a wave of happiness wash over him.

"Revan I don't know if you have a place to stay but I would like it if you would stay here. At a minimum, would you be willing to stay for dinner? Plus, you need to meet your sister and she won't be back until later in the week." James asked.

It was clear to Revan that James wanted him to stay. It was strange, it felt like he had a bond with James similar to the one he had with Bastila. Somehow James was able to reach those parts of his personality that he had repressed for so long. Without meaning to, Revan hesitated in answering.

James saw the hesitation and rushed on "Bastila would also be welcome. We have more than enough space here and it wouldn't be any problem. It would also give us a chance to get to know each other again."

Revan was about to answer before James cut him off again. Revan almost laughed at how nervous James appeared now as he said "Revan, I know there are parts of your life that you kept from us." James paused to take a breath before he continued "Don't worry I won't ask you about them, once we know each other better, I would hope that you will trust me enough to share them. Until that happens, I just want to spend time with my son and make up for the last 26 years."

Despite himself, Revan felt something stir within him at James' honest intentions. "I need to speak with Bastila, but I think I would like to stay for the night and dinner at a minimum."

James just beamed at him. His smile couldn't physically get any bigger.

Revan asked a question "What about Lily? How does she feel about me staying here?"

Grimacing slightly and looking away James answered "She is going to need time."

Revan was impassive as he replied "That's what I expected. You seem to be much more pragmatic regarding today's events and my history."

"Yes well, there are some things I can't share with you right now that would explain that. Maybe in the future but suffice it to say that your mother and I have dramatically different opinions on the disposition of certain criminal elements."

Revan chuckled at the euphemism. James broke out in a grin again, it was the first time he had heard Revan laugh and it changed his appearance dramatically. He lost his world weary countenance for that few seconds and James wanted nothing more than to make him laugh again.

Revan asked "Who were those men that attacked today? They weren't very effective from a combat perspective but I assume they were not the run of the mill criminals either."

James shrugged, not really wanting to get into at the moment. "Why don't we wait to discuss that until after dinner? Then I can explain it to you and Bastila at the same time."

"On that note, I will go ask her about dinner. I haven't had a chance to look around, are we secluded here?"

James was puzzled by the question but answered anyway. "Yes we are Godric's Hollow is the closet town, but that is 10 kilometers away. The only thing around here is forest. Why?"

Revan just smile and said "Good. It should make keeping in touch with my men easier." Then he turned on his heel and walked back outside to find Bastila. James just stood there for a second wondering what his son was going to do before going off to find Lily.

Once outside, Revan started to wander around, taking a look at the grounds as well as looking for Bastila. James wasn't kidding when he said that there was no one in the vicinity. The lands surrounding the manor were covered in green rolling hills. Not too far he could see the forest that James had mentioned. He would have to check it out, but from he could see, it should be dense enough to provide cover for his gun ship.

When he turned the corner to walk towards the rear of the manor, he almost ran into Bastila. He smiled as he saw the normally unflappable Jedi jumped at the sight of him.

Once she noticed him smiling at her she scowled and said sarcastically "I wouldn't be laughing too much if I were you. I'm not the one that started to panic when my parents hugged me."

Revan actually blushed at the comment which Bastila found extremely funny. Who knew it was so easy to embarrass the man. "James invited us to stay for dinner and if we want we can stay the night."

Bastila shrugged her shoulders and said "It makes no difference to me. I wouldn't complain if we had something other than emergency rations for a change."

"Still thinking with your stomach I see. I would have expected you to grow out of that by now, but I suppose that would be too much to hope for."

"Maybe your mother can make a special treat for her little boy." Bastila paused for a second as she watched Revan frown at the statement. "Don't you like her?"

This time it was Revan who shrugged. "I don't think she approves of either of us. Apparently we were too brutal during the attack. She agreed with that other fellow that we should not have killed those men."

"What about your father?" She asked. Revan needed a positive influence other than herself if he was going to soften his methods at all.

"He was more comfortable with it. James seems to recognize the need to take definitive action when the situation calls for it."

Bastila was relieved to hear this. Good, it sounds like James has the potential to be a strong influence in helping Revan to walk the fine line between light and dark. "Do you like him? It would be good to have people we can trust."

"Yes, I think I do. There is a connection between us, like there is between you and me. On a separate topic, we need to learn more about the men that attacked the alley today. James promised he would explain more about the situation this evening when we were all together."

"What about the ship? Are we going to return this evening?" Bastila asked.

"I was thinking about having them move the ship to that forest over there. According to James it is pretty extensive and this is the only residence within 10 kilometers. It should be more then dense enough to provide cover."

"I think that is a good idea. We are going to need a base of operations to work from and your parents, or at least your dad, may prove to be an invaluable resource.

"That was my thought too. Plus, we need to learn more about how they are using the force. It doesn't feel natural to me." Revan said softly.

"No, it doesn't and the dark side seems to hang over everything like a fog. It's even bad here though it is not likely that your parents do not subscribe to the philosophy of the Sith. I am going to meditate to try and cleanse my mind of any residue."

"Wait, I will join you. Just let me tell James that we will join them for dinner." Revan said and then walked back towards the manner to speak with James. While he was walking he replayed his conversation with Bastila in his head. She was subtle but it was evident to him that she was trying very hard to foster a relationship with at least one of his parents. It was obvious that she hoped he would be less likely to use the same sorts of tactics that had started the civil war if he surrounded himself with those more closely aligned to the light side.

A cold calculating smile took shape on Revan's face. He knew that Bastila was going to make an effort to help him walk a new path. Maybe the bond that had existed between them so long ago would strengthen once more. If he could strengthen it, he may be able to bring her to the dark side. Her own intentions could be used against her to subtly train her in the ways of the dark side.

Yes, this had possibilities and she would be different than Malak. She would not have it in her to betray him. She had already had many opportunities to attack him and she had not taken any of them. Even after his betrayal, Revan found that he missed having a connection with his former friend. Malak had first been a friend and then his apprentice. The nature of that relationship necessitated a certain distance and wariness between them. With Bastila, he would not feel threatened and he would see to it that she was convinced of his desire to change. By the time she realized the truth, she would be joined to him and serve the dark side willingly.

His father could be an issue though. Despite his desire to meet his family, he had never expected to share a bond with either of his parents. However unlikely it may seem, he seemed to have a familial bond with his father similar in nature to his bond with Bastila even though he hadn't seen or known the man for 26 years. Still his father could prove useful in gathering allies and finding the Massassi. It would not do to lower his guard too much or share his secrets too soon. The bond was too fragile and must grow before he could show his true face.

For the first time in a long while, Revan took pleasure in the knowledge of the battles that were sure to come. He would see this world cleansed of the Massassi taint or burn in the effort. However, it would require careful planning on his part; he had to appear to make changes in his beliefs. Not that he was going to change his tactics entirely; today's battle proved that; however, maybe it would be possible to limit the collateral damage until he had greater support.

Later that evening, Revan and Bastila had dinner with James and Lily. There was an air of forced politeness during dinner and it was obvious to all involved that Lily did not approve of their actions. She refused to talk about anything related to the attack and kept her conversation strictly to small talk.

James was angry with Lily for making things so difficult. Finally, after dessert had been served, James brought up the attack. Lily's eyes flashed in anger at the topic before she politely excused herself.

Revan and Bastila watched her go. After being raised first as a Mandalorian and then as a Jedi Revan found himself indifferent to his mother and unconcerned with her reactions. He didn't feel the same sort of connection to he that he did to his father.

Revan finally asked the question that had been hanging over them the entire dinner. "Who were those men that attacked the alley today?"

James reached for his wine glass and took a large swallow before answering. "The men who attacked Diagon Alley were Death Eaters. They are servants of the dark lord Voldemort." Seeing no recognition in either Revan's or Bastila's eyes he continued "Close to 40 years ago, Voldemort first began his attacks on the wizarding world. His goal was to purify the bloodlines and to obtain absolute power." James went on to explain the Death Eaters and the terror created by Voldemort and his followers.

Finally, James' eyes became empty and his face haunted. "On October 31st, Voldemort attacked our home while your mother and I were out. We were betrayed by one of our best friends. Voldemort tried to kill you but somehow you reflected the spell back and destroyed his body. Your mother and I thought you had died as well, but obviously that was not the case."

"Was Voldemort not destroyed?" Bastila asked curiously.

"No, only his body was destroyed, his spirit lived on. Things were quiet for 25 years until last year when he was somehow returned to a body using your sister's blood."

Revan's mind was spinning. He had been killed and brought back many times by the Massassi. It had never been over such a long period of time, but what if they were responsible for this Voldemort. If so, then his father would be more critical than he originally thought. "Why hasn't anyone taken him out? Surely if enough people attacked at the same time you would be able to overcome any defense he might have."

James grimaced. This was something he had hoped to avoid for a time. He didn't want Revan to feel pressured to stay or do something that the wizarding world should have taken care of a long time ago. "There was a prophecy made around the time you born. It basically says that only you can defeat the dark lord."

Bastila was intrigued by this. Of course the Jedi had prophecies as well, so she wasn't shocked by its existence. However, if the prophecy referred to the dark lord and not Voldemort specifically, it may mean that Revan was destined to fight the Massassi on this planet and not just Voldemort. "Did it say that Revan would be the only one who can defeat the dark lord or did it specify Voldemort?"

James leaned back in his chair as he thought over the wording of the prophecy. Softly he repeated the prophecy word for word. Looking back at Revan and Bastila he saw them exchange a brief look as if sharing a thought. "It says the dark lord. It has to mean Voldemort; he was the one who attacked Revan."

Before either Bastila or Revan could respond, Revan's communicator chirped. Revan pulled it from his pocket and said "Go ahead."

"Lord Revan, we are nearing your location. Where do you want us to set down?"

"You should have a forest on your sensors. There is a clearing near the south end. Set down there."

"Very good sir, we will contact you again once we have landed."

After returning the communicator to his pocket, Revan turned to his father and said "Thank you for dinner this evening. Bastila and I should go and meet the ship. If you don't mind, we will return in the morning to join you for breakfast."

James was floored, that device shouldn't have worked. "How did that device work? Electronics don't function around magic." Before either Bastila or Revan could answer James added "Screw that, can I go with you? I want to see your space ship." He was practically bouncing in his chair with excitement.

Revan nodded as both he and Bastila laughed at his display. "Come on then."

After showing an enthusiastic James around the ship, Revan retreated to his quarters for the night. Bastila followed suit and locked the door behind her. She dimmed the lights in her room and began to meditate for the second time that day. Once she had centered herself, she reached out her senses to examine Revan's aura. Despite the fact that she was in a peaceful meditative state, she frowned at what she saw. The black and red elements of his aura had regained much of their strength, though it was still less than what she had first observed on his flagship.

It was critical that Revan not return to his old ways. Mentally she sighed as she realized she would need to reinforce aspects of his aura every night to prevent his from slipping back. She got work strengthening his connection the light side and mitigating the anger and hatred he felt into something more balanced. She used her memories of their first meeting as a guide, trying to recreate the confident, caring boy that she met all those years ago. It was a difficult task she had set herself, but if she failed than she would have no choice but to kill him. Hopefully it would never come to that because to do so would be to kill a part of herself however much she may deny it.

July 23rd, 2007

12 Grimmauld Place, London UK

Sirius was sitting at the dining table in his kitchen. He was pleasantly surprised to find that no one else was in the house this morning when he went down for breakfast. Ever since Voldemort had returned he had offered up his home as a base of operations for the Order of the Phoenix. While he was drinking his coffee, a brown barn owl flew through the window and dropped off his copy of the Daily Prophet. A look of disgust came over his face as he read the front page of the paper.

Attack on Diagon Alley:

Saviors or Scourges – You Be the Judge

By

Matthew Hatterly

The calm quiet of Diagon Alley was shattered yesterday afternoon by yet another Death Eater attack. For the first time since the return of Voldemort, the Death Eaters were stopped before they were able to harm more than a handful of people. Two people, a man dressed in what appeared to be a black military uniform of some sort with a flowing black cape and a woman dressed in soft browns and a dark brown robe were on hand and put a stop to the attack.

Surely these two would be considered saviors to all those witches and wizards present at the time; however, these two did more than stun the Death Eaters. Of the 15 that were present in Diagon Alley, only 3 survived. The others were dispatched with cool almost5 brutal efficiency according to eye witnesses. So are these two strangers heroes for risking their lives for others or criminals for killing the Death Eaters.

Where were the Aurors during all of this? That is a question that must be asked. According to eye witness accounts, the Aurors present in Diagon Alley at the time of the attack stood by and simply watched as the strangers defended the witches and wizards. Is this the kind of protection we have to look forward to from the Ministry? If Aurors are willing to stand by and let others do their jobs than who will be the one to finally put a stop to Voldemort's reign of terror.

I have no doubt in my mind who the real criminals are and I am sure they will do everything in their power to shift the blame or attention to other parties. It is up to you to determine whether the strangers are saviors that stopped the attack or the scourges, future dark lords that the Aurors are accusing them of.

Sirius stood abruptly from the table and ripped the paper in half. Growling he stormed out of the room and grabbed his robes not bothering to put them before leaving his home. Once outside the wards of his home, he apparated to his office at the Ministry of Magic. Normally, someone couldn't apparate directly into the Ministry of Magic but as an Auror Captain, he was keyed to the wards.

He yelled out to his assistant "Mark, get together a team of 5 Aurors and have them ready to leave in the next 20 minutes." While his assistant went about gathering the Aurors, Sirius was angrily filling out warrants to bring Revan and Bastila in for questioning. He would be damned if he was going to let the Daily Prophet paint them as heroes.

After little more than 5 minutes, Mark knocked at Sirius' door. "Sir, the team has been assembled and is ready to leave." He said after poking his head past the door.

Sirius looked up and gathered the two warrants before leaving his office. He grabbed a blank portkey ring from his assistant's desk and cast Portus programming it with the location to Potter Manor. "We are going to Potter Manor. The two people responsible for yesterday's deaths are staying their. They will be brought back in for questioning. Be prepared to use force if they resist." Sirius finished grimly.

The Aurors looked at each other in surprise before grabbing onto the portkey. Sirius activated the portkey taking them to Potter Manor after everyone had grabbed on. Everyone felt the familiar jerk behind the navel before they landed abruptly in front of the main entrance to the manor.

Sirius took a deep breath to get his temper under control before knocking on the door. Shortly, the door opened to reveal James in his work robes. Clearly he had been preparing to leave for the day. When he saw who was at the door, his face darkened and he said shortly "What do you want Sirius?"

"I told you I would be here to bring those two in if you didn't do it." Sirius responded in an official tone.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You should be out there bringing in Death Eaters not wasting your time dragging my son for questioning." James said angrily.

"I could say the same thing to you James. When did you become so blasé about killing people? The James I went to Hogwarts with would never feel that way."

"My god, I can't believe that someone could change over the course of nearly 30 years." James said sarcastically. "Maybe if I had any confidence in the Aurors keeping the Death Eaters in prison I would feel differently, but given your track record, I would rather see them dead." James finished bluntly.

"They are no better than the Death Eaters. What gives them the right to kill people indiscriminately?" Sirius' face was red with anger and frustration. His whole body was tense like he was struggling to keep himself from physically attacking his friend. The Aurors were watching the two men argue not sure what to do.

"Revan and Bastila did not kill people randomly. They defended themselves against the Death Eaters and those were the only people that they killed."

"They're vigilantes, nothing more. They aren't heroes and should face the same justice as the Death Eaters. It isn't their job to protect people, it is the Aurors'. Now bring them out here now!"

James smiled for the first time since Sirius arrived that morning. "Sorry, can't do it my friend."

Face purple with rage, Sirius growled "James I don't know who you think you are, but if you don't get them out here now, I will have you arrested."

If anything, James' smile got larger. "I hate to say this but they aren't here. They aren't supposed to be here for an hour or so."

A vein in Sirius' forehead was visibly throbbing now. "Meyers, Hornstooth you two stay here and wait for them to show up. Make sure they are taken to the holding cells and then notify me."

James just shook his head as Sirius and the other three Aurors portkeyed out. He needed to get to work, this situation could prove to be a big help for the Unspeakables. With luck, they would be able to spin the press to finally get support to let them operate on British soil.

Just as James had said, Revan and Bastila showed up within the hour. Neither were particularly surprised by the welcoming committee after their meeting with Sirius yesterday. They agreed to accompany the Aurors after a brief consultation with James. Revan was cool and confident as he, Bastila, and James grabbed onto the Auror's portkey provided by Sirius before he left.

Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow UK

Lily was reading a book in the den. It was shortly before lunch and she didn't expect James or anyone else to join her today. Hailey was still visiting friends and wouldn't return until tomorrow. The fireplace in the den flared to life with a roaring green flame. Surprised, Lily jumped in her chair and dropped her book.

Albus' face appeared in the fire and asked if he could come through. Lily agreed and seconds later, Albus stepped through. Lily stood up and offered him a chair. After returning to her chair Lily asked "Albus, what can I do for you?"

His eyes no longer twinkling like mad, Albus said "I spoke with Sirius yesterday about the events at Diagon Alley. How are you doing?"

It would be impossible to miss the stiffening of Lily's body at the mention of Diagon Alley. "How do you think I am doing? I find out my son who I thought was dead is actually alive and is also a killer." She hissed out angrily.

Albus was pleased with Lily's response. He needed her to help mold Harry into an icon for the light. That was something he would never be if he was seen as a killer. "I must say, I am very disappointed in the young man. Killing is never the answer. Even Death Eaters deserve a second chance."

Lily was nodding her head in agreement. "We had dinner last night with him and his friend. I had a hard time keeping a civil tongue. They were so calm about the whole thing as if they killed people on a daily basis."

"Is it possible that his companion has some sort of spell or hold over him? You know the role he is destined to play."

"I am not sure. It's possible." Lily answered.

"Lily, I know you may not like what he has done, but we need to bring Harry back to the light. He must understand that killing is not the way." Albus said urgently. If necessary, he wasn't above casting spells on the young man to alter his behavior, but those could have unforeseen consequences.

Lily sighed and rubbed her eyes before looking back at Albus "I know his destiny better than most, but in my mind he is no better than a Death Eater. To make matters worse, James doesn't see any problems with his actions yesterday."

Albus leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers while he thought over this revelation. "Maybe you should get Hailey to come back here early. We can use her to influence his actions. Surely he wouldn't want to do something that could expose her to such brutality."

"Albus you can't be serious. You want me to introduce my daughter to a killer, even if he is her brother?" Lily said incredulously.

"Unfortunately, I think it is the best option right now. If as you say, we can't count on James then we need to use Hailey to make sure that Harry will fight on the side of the light and serve as icon for the wizarding world to rally behind." Albus had no idea how much of an icon Revan would turn out to be.

Left unsaid was Albus' willingness to forcibly remove Harry's companion if necessary if she was influencing him. He would do whatever was necessary to see that Harry fought against Voldemort. However, if he was so open to killing his adversaries, then he may need to set events so that Harry wouldn't survive the battle. Albus wouldn't let him kill Voldemort only to rise as the next dark lord.

Reluctantly, Lily agreed to Albus' plan.

Before he left, Albus said "Lily, please don't tell him about the prophecy. We can't take the chance that he will join Voldemort's side with that knowledge."