With The Rebellion

"My lord...I have not heard word from my son for the past week. So I must question about his well-being on the matter."

The lord had turned to his soldier, red eyes staring casually, with a smile on his face.

"Lucius Malfoy…...do you remember the last time you've seen him?" the lord replied.

"No my lord. It's not just me, but my wife is worried sick about him," Lucius replied.

"I'm afraid I cannot answer your question Lucius. It's up to you to go and search for your precious boy," the lord replied. Lucius only scoffed silently to himself and walked slowly out of his master's quarters.

"You flatter me Lucius," the lord said to himself as he watched Lucius walk out to the palace courtyard, Lucius having an expression of distress on his face. "You failed me once, so I simply sent your son to his trap of torture as your punishment. You'll see him very soon once he's a mindless titan."

…

"I hope this little scratch heals soon. How's Malfoy doing?" Harry asked entering the room he was resting in.

"His wounds are pretty serious, however, he'll be able to heal thanks to Leslie's knowledge on some medicines," Lita replied, walking into the room where he was healing from his wounds for the night. Leslie followed right after her friend.

"So explain to me. Why would a person like him would you?" Harry asked, knowing the fact that Malfoy wasn't the type of person that would do such things.

"Well...it's kinda a long story…." Leslie replied. "We happened to be on a mission one night, and he caught us red handed with a rifle pulled out. That was when that family's henchmen grabbed him and tried to capture us. We were lucky to escape, but he wasn't. It took us quite a while to take the family down. We were very close one night as he frantically begged us to save him. He explained how he kept on listening into the family's conversations while he was being tortured. It was another while longer until you showed up. Now that we were able to free him, we'll be able to teach you our methods of training."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. A family that had kidnapped his rival and torture him for their riches was just cruel. He even couldn't believe himself for feeling pitiful for his own rival that bullied him at school. Now his rival was able to man up and trust people who are doing the right thing rather than be satisfied about himself and his family name.

"Come on...give it a break….." Malfoy said tiredly, as he rose up from his bed slowly. He had a bandages wrapped around his hands and head.

"How are you feeling?" Leslie asked sweetly.

"Not like hell anymore," Malfoy groaned, rubbing his eyes. "You should know Potter, I'm joining this too."

"Why, out of all people like you would join an organization like this?" Harry questioned, knowing what kind of spoiled person Malfoy is.

"Well, over a week ago, I overheard the king yelling at my father for failing him. He said that there was going to be severe consequences. He threatened to kill him if he didn't do what he was asked. But he had already got his punishment when he went to send me on a false mission to a family's home." Malfoy punched his fist angrily, knowing that he was set up by the king to be put up into hell as his father's punishment. More or less, he was being used as bait, later to be sent to turn into a mindless, hideous, human-eating titan.

"They seemed like nice people, until they showed up. That was when I was knocked out, and tortured to death. It was awful. I wasn't able to be in contact with my family for a while until I overheard things that this was a false mission, and I was sent here for my father's punishment. Also, I overheard the fact of the rebellion doing what they do when they're trying to restore humanity."

Harry found it hard to believe that this was all true. In fact, the tone in Malfoy's voice sounded in such trauma, it was true. Even people like the king would punish a loyal subject of his empire.

"Then...we'll both become strong together. We'll take down whoever this bitch of a king is!" Harry said, as Malfoy showed a surprised expression. Both of them seemed to be surprising themselves as they felt a gain of trust within each other, yet it has been barely twelve hours since they've be together with the rebellion.

"You two seem quite confident. However, we're still not sure if we can trust both of you yet. If we can't, we'll going to have to kill you. Trust me, it's going to be hard to escape people like us," Leslie added, a darkening tone in her voice that had made both Harry and Draco feel cold and nervous within their bones.

"Great. You'll even kill people who won't do anything," Harry groaned, like he had nothing wrong to do with their matter.

"Anyways, you'll begin your training as soon as you're well enough," Leslie grinned. "Each one of us has a different technique, so we try to even out each and every one of them, meaning each and every one of us will be training."

"Fair enough I say," Harry smiled.

"How's our rookies doing?" Liana said, bursting into the room and ruffling Harry's hair.

"Hey! You still have that money I gave you!" Harry shouted angrily.

"Tch! I may have spent it all on some stuff," Liana laughed.

"Aw shit! That was a quarter of what I had! You owe me a lot of it! You hear me?! A lot of it!" Harry hissed, grabbing Liana's shirt and shaking her violently.

"So….how many exactly is apart of this rebellion?" Harry asked, trying to change the topic instead of stressing out about his lost money.

"Well…...there's more to our rebellion than you think. Commander Bill Weasley of the Survey Corps is on our side," Lita replied.

"Bill? But why isn't he with your team?" Harry asked.

"Unfortunately, he doesn't want to expose himself and our rebellion too much. He's decided to remain the commander of the Survey Corps and act as if he knew nothing of this manner," Leslie explained.

"We also have Albus Dumbledore on our side. He is a main rival of our enemy because of his power and magic to stop him," Lita added.

"Really?" Harry asked, his expression brightening with interest.

Malfoy's face suddenly shadowed with sorrow, as he looked down at his fists, trembling with fear and anxiety.

"He's dead…."

Everyone stared at him in surprise and shock. A powerful wizard like Dumbledore, dead from another force that was powerful enough to end his life.

"I knew I shouldn't of joined the MPs. My father is an ally of the king. The king has ordered me to kill Dumbledore because the treason he's caused. I was there that night when I had to do his favor, but Snape has taken my place for me and killed him. Now Snape is the headmaster of Hogwarts." Tears were flowing from Malfoy's eyes, as if he couldn't bear more trauma and hell the king was giving him.

"Snape, I hate that man I swear," Harry growled.

"So it seems you trust a manipulative old coot like Dumbledore?" Malfoy questioned, anger boiling in his tone.

"I just trust him," Harry protested.

"I'm not saying he's done anything wrong, but he's just as manipulative as the king!" Malfoy shouted. Lita's ears rung with curiosity, while a glare of light shined over her eyes. She watched both of the two start arguing about how both the king and Dumbledore were manipulative people. More or less, it was another clue on how the rebellion could be able to stop the cruel doings of the empire.

"Calm down. Both of you. Malfoy, what else do you know about the king?" Lita asked.

"I've seen him manipulate my father, and his followers. They do his filthy work for him. That's all I know," Malfoy replied.

Gia entered the room to check upon the two new recruits, only to find looks of disappointment.

"Dumbledore is dead," Leslie said coldly as Gia's eyes widened.

"Damn it," Gia hissed, with a tone of defeat. "How the hell?!"

"Long story. I'll explain later," Lita replied.

"Hang on. Malfoy here has also been close to the king. Have you seen what he looked like?" Harry asked Malfoy. Malfoy shook his head.

"No. He's always had his back turned towards us whenever any of us entered his quarters. The room is quite dark, and the only thing that's bright is the light from outside the window he always looks out of," Draco replied, wondering why a person like the king would want such a dark place to be in. Then again, he thought about the king being an enemy, knowing that he would live in such a dark place to avoid exposing himself outside of his quarters.
"Hey, your uniforms…..why do you wear the Wings of Freedom instead of some kind of rebellion symbol or something?" Harry asked, pointing at the symbol sewed within everyone's jackets.

"Oh...well...you see….we don't really want to risk exposing ourselves fully, so we'll wear the Survey Corps uniforms to avoid being caught," Gia said, half blushing in embarrassment.

"But, weren't some of your former MP members?" Draco asked.

"Yes, but we had Liana steal a couple once in a while," Leslie chuckled.

"Anyways, let's get a little serious for today. Malfoy, I want a word with you in private. Potter, you will begin your training first thing in the morning. Both of you need to rest and heal for the day since you both had a rough night last night. Everyone else, you are free to do what you please for the time being until I come up with a new mission for us," Gia announced, as everyone nodded, off to do their daily routine for the day.

….

"So tell me Malfoy…..how was a foolish, cowardly boy like you, able to take down a power, strong, wizard?" Gia questioned, eyeing Draco with a cold, devilish look.

"I was ordered to do so. And it was not me that killed him, a stupid school professor of mine did," Draco grumbled.

"For your information, he was the one that had founded this rebellion of ours. He and the king are great enemies at the moment. However, Dumbledore has never given me the name of his enemy," Gia replied.

Draco sighed, wishing he wasn't questioned by someone that might kill him. But then his eyes widened a little bit as Gia mentioned that Dumbledore and the king were great enemies.

"You don't mean…..You-Know-You…."

Gia's eyes widened as soon as Draco sat in place, eyes revealing that he was very afraid to say the name.

"Impossible. He's been dead for years. How could he be the king?" Gia asked.

"Again. I don't know. I've never seen the king's face. Plus, You-Know-Who had red eyes, and a bald head," Draco replied. "I do remember that the king had dark hair."

"Well, that could be a possibility that it could not be You-Know-Who," Gia sighed in relief.

"You know about Potter and his famous story of his," Draco said in a way that was either annoyance or information.

"Yes. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived. He's quite the celebrity," Gia replied in a way that Draco thought that she could be either agreeing with him about his perspective on the story, or that she took that as duly noted information. "It was You-Know-Who that made his life hell I take it?"

Draco nodded in reply.

"Are you jealous?" Gia asked, as Draco rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Tch. Jealous?"

Nothing but silence remain within the room they were staying in. Why tell a stranger he had just met about his personal life, knowing that he was probably going to get killed if he slips away that easily.

"Anyways, Dumbledore has fallen. It is a problem since he was a strong leader," Gia said, pounding her fist in disappointment. "It was a school professor of yours?" Gia asked.

"Yes. He killed him to protect me. I was not thrilled with the idea since I had one of the top ten ranks in our division. He did the Unbreakable Vow with my mother so he could take my place for anything bad things I'm ordered to do," Draco replied, feeling sick inside for being nothing but a weakling his whole life.

"I see. Unbreakable Vows do result difficult consequences," Gia replied. She could see the weakness within Malfoy's eyes, being treated like nothing but a child his life, as he was being influenced by people in his life to do things he does not wish to do.

"As I was saying, I was about to kill Dumbledore as I was order, but my professor took my place and ran off with me and the king's followers," Draco continued.

"Interesting. That will be all. That's all I needed to hear for now," Gia said, excusing Malfoy to rest for the day.

"Excuse me...uh, Commander…...if that's what you want me to call you. What are we going to do now that Dumbledore is gone?" Draco asked, as Gia turned to him, knowing that he had a point. What was the rebellion going to do?

"Good question. I'm curious to see what he had left behind now. Maybe something that could bring us closer to our enemy."

….

"What affiliation do you exactly have with Dumbledore Potter?"

Gia was now questioning Harry, who she observed earlier and his actions on defending Dumbledore's honor.

"I trusted the man. He protected me all he could up until I joined the Survey Corps," Harry replied.

"I see. What has he used you for?" Gia asked.

"A few things. The last time I was with him was when I had to fetch a memory of his friend's. I wasn't successful in doing so, but I'm not sure why he needed me to do the job for him. He still wants me to get him the memory, but I haven't because of my training and affiliation with the military," Harry replied.

"So...it seems we may have to go to your school and find out what else he has left behind for us to do. Malfoy and I have made an assumption about the enemy. We don't think it's You-Know-Who, but something is off about the king being Dumbledore's greatest enemy," Gia replied, tapping her finger at the bottom of her chin.

"Voldemort…." Harry breathed. He was surprised for once that Gia did not even flinch at the real name. "You're not scared?"

"No. I just won't say his wretched name," Gia said in a reply that almost sounded like a growl of hatred. "So. Since you're The-Boy-Who-Lived, explain to me. What was he like?"

Harry felt a lump go down his throat. A feeling of grief ran throughout his mind as memories of the past suddenly came into the light. He just wished he didn't have to live through that hell again.

"Well…." Harry said swallowing. "I was only a year old when he came and murdered my mum. I never got to know my dad since he died on a mission with the Survey Corps. That was when Voldemort showed up. My mother somehow managed to protect me. The curse was able to kill her, but not me." Screams of Lily Potter suddenly rung through Harry's ears. Harry just wanted to cover them so he didn't have to hear her screams of agony again.

"I has something to do with love. I think he love for me was able to save me," Harry explained. He remembered in his first year and his little incident with one of his former professors. He remember his headmaster explaining to him about why Voldemort probably wasn't able to kill him that night.

"Dumbledore did also mention something about a prophecy. So….do you think that you are that prophecy?"

"Prophecy? What prophecy?" Harry asked.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives …" Gia replied, distinctly remembering the exact words.

"That's weird. I don't even remember the last time I've touched my wand. I have no idea on what it could mean either," Harry replied, thinking to himself.

"You were obviously born in July, which resembles the seventh month," Gia implied.

"Correct."

"This also has something to do with the Dark Lord," Gia added.

"But how do we know that Lord Voldemort is the king of this empire?" Harry asked.

"Good point. We are going to have a long journey ahead of us so we can figure things out. Not to mention, we have to keep up with killing targets, titans, and finding our main enemy," Gia explained, sighing in distress. It was going to be a rough mission as well. "Do you think you'll be able to do it?"

Harry turned his gaze towards Gia. Hasn't she asked that question many times already? All his life, he has been questioned for his abilities and potential, that he was getting tired of proving himself.

"Yes. Even if it means that it will be a long journey, I will try my best to stay alive until the end," Harry replied, saluting himself.

"Very well then," Gia smiled. "However, I am warning you. Some of our own team members here can die on these missions. We haven't lost anyone on our team in specific. However, other members of the rebellion have passed."

"I understand," Harry replied, ready to give into a new dangerous mission. Gia sighed, with a look of disbelief knowing that Harry was confident within his decisions, and that sometimes his confidence could drive him to death.

"We'll start off basic training tomorrow. You will not be engaged immediately into combat yet. Lita will start you off with your training," Gia said as Harry's blood went cold.

"Oh great…..that chic has tried to kill me already. I can never understand her….." Harry quivered as Gia let out a small laugh.

Harry had left Gia's quarters, with a look of determination in his expression. She stared back, wondering what her new recruit could possibly bring to this team. Better yet, where he and Malfoy could lead the team in the near future.

She had an uneasy, cold, feeling within her gut, knowing that her new mission is going to be brutal. Finding all the answers is going to be difficult, plus the number of enemies she could put her team up against. It was like fitting a puzzle piece together, knowing that there are other things that could lead her straight to the enemy's identity.

"Harry Potter. You make me wonder what you could bring us. You always have a look of determination on your face. The way you protect your friends before yourself….it makes you a strong person. However, I have a feeling that this mission is only going to make more hell break loose."

Gia stared outside her window at the orange sunset. Geese flying towards the flaming orange sunset, over the wall that shielded the small, living humans from the titans.

"More or less, I wonder what it will be like once all of this hell is done with. Lita had said to me that she felt like a bird in a cage within this walls. I have to admit, I couldn't agree more with her. She had a point. And we will fight to the death for our freedom."

Another thing Gia was worried about was the risk she is putting her team on. They all had strong dreams they wanted to accomplish, and that they are willing to put their life on the lie for a rebellion that may have formed many enemies. She knew that they were willing to kill for their dreams and freedom.

"They all have dreams. I wish I could ask all of you to stay alive, but I know that may not happen."

…..

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had ever had a good night sleep. And this night certainly did not feel like he was going to have a good one. He had even forgotten who he really was despite the fact that he had affiliated with a band of assassins over twelve hours ago.

"I don't get it….." Harry sighed to himself.

Now that he was staying in the headquarters of the rebellion, he thought that it would be much worse than it already was. He was surprised that they would live in such a luxurious place they had managed to afford. Or if they did buy the hideout. It was a smaller version of the Survey Corps headquarters, but big enough for everyone to have their individual room.

"Why am I putting up myself with assassins that might kill me if I betray them?" Harry asked. He stared at his window, where the night sky was shining down on the window. The moonlight, reflecting it's light on the pane.

He thought to himself about his past life and where he was at right now. From the mother that give birth to him, to her screams of death. Next came the aunt that raised him like her son, to the minute she was eaten by a titan.

"Everyone I cared about either died or isn't here with me in present." A sorrowful shadow covered his face as he looked at his hands. "But then again, this team is a strong group of elites, so there's no way anyone could beat them. Besides, I'll get to know everyone soon once I start getting the hang of being strong."

He lay his head down to think once more about the future ahead of him. He thought about how his friends were doing in the garrison, wondering if they knew we was probably reported missing by now. He hoped that none of the MPs happened to see him make his affiliation with the rebellion.

"That family was trying to go after my friends….I swear I will protect them no matter what!" Harry growled, his fist clenching tightly. "I failed to save my aunt, my mother, and comrades in the Scouting Legion. They won't die for nothing!"

….

Morning had approached sooner than Harry had expected. Like he said to himself, he didn't remember the last time he got a good night sleep in peace. Draco in the meantime was making a fast, and well recovery from his wounds. Draco was even surprised himself when he thought he was going to die being tortured to death.

"I've come up with a new mission. Lita, Michiru, and I had a late night discussion last night, based on our thoughts with both our new recruits. With Dumbledore gone, we believe that he would leave something behind for us to continue his plan to take down this empire.

Secondly, we want to focus on the secret of the titans. It is our enemy's ultimate weapon against humanity. We believe that our enemy may have something to do with You-Know-Who. Dumbledore formed to the rebellion against one of his greatest enemies. You-Know-Who fears Dumbledore, meaning that the two are quite quarrelsome."

"But how do we know that You-Know-Who is the real enemy of this?" Chelsea asked.

"That's why we are going on this mission to find out ourselves if I'm correct," Cato replied.

Glaring at her older brother, Chelsea sighed and stuck her tongue out at him. "Who asked you for your opinion?"

"Shut up Chelsea," Cato glared back. Chelsea lunged right at her idiot brother, grabbing his arms and pulling his hair.

"You two are acting like brats. That's enough," Lita said, having to separate the two. Draco glanced over at Harry wide eyed, who also had the same expression as he did. Not only are some of these people scary, but extremely aggressive and weird too.

"Silence. All of you," Gia ordered, as everyone went silent, glancing at her. "This will be our new mission, understood? Now, this could be one of the most extreme missions we've ever encountered. You can seriously die with this one. Are you all willing to put your life at stake? Are you willing to reform our empire by rebellion against it, no matter how many enemies are out there to overpower us?"

Harry looked at Gia, knowing that there was worry behind her eyes. They were brave enough indeed, but there were more to her blue eyes than just a confident stare. Everyone else in the room was silent, standing as if they were frozen in time. Gia could tell that even Lita and Michiru were having trouble answering her, yet they were the first two to talk to her about the mission.

"If that is going to be an order….." Lita said, standing up in her place, saluting, "then I'll do it."

Harry looked at her in surprise. Even if she hesitated a bit, she was already willing to die over a dangerous mission that could get her killed for nothing.

"So will I then," Liana added next, walking beside Lita, saluting.

"If I want this hell to end….." Draco was suddenly jumping into the conversation, "count me in. I'm sick and tired of this shit. It's time to put an end to whoever is our enemy."

Harry and the others were standing in place, fidgeting with their fingers, or breathing in and out loudly. Harry knew, just like everyone else, that this mission was going to cost him his life. Not only does he have a lot of training to do, but he also will die if he betrays the rebellion.

He thought about Dumbledore, who started the rebellion in the first place, since he wasn't sure if he could trust the assassins in to begin with. If Dumbledore had trusted these band of people, then he will too. Harry remembered feeling the security with Dumbledore around, no matter how manipulative he was. He trusted him.

"I'm in. Dumbledore put all of you through this to end this hell," Harry said.

Gia looked up at the boy, with slightly widened eyes, but then she gave a smile at his confidence in his tone, and his reason on knowing he can truly trust them.

"The empire is a major threat. We're not going to sit here much longer and let them kill for nothing. I'm in," Michiru continued.

"I….I'll try…." Leslie said nervously. Harry could see the small tears starting to form into her eyes.

"Man she seems really sensitive," Harry thought to himself.

"As the youngest member of this group, I shall do what I can to take this empire down!" Chelsea added.

"And your big brother Cato will be in as well to protect you," Cato said in a protective tone, wrapping his arms around Chelsea.

"Let go of me you moron! I can fight on my own ya know!" Chelsea hissed.

"I'm just saying. Harry and Draco could beat you in combat," Cato sighed as Chelsea's eyes widened. She released herself from her brother's arms, standing in her place blushing.

"I'm not going to let both of you idiots top my ranking!" Chelsea hissed, with a look of determination in her face.

"Why do I have you for a sister?" Cato asked himself, with an annoyed look at her lovely welcoming of new recruits.

Harry rolled his eyes, while he smirked and scoffed at Chelsea's incessant ranting on her she was going to continue to be strong every time Harry and Draco will become stronger.

"Not only am I stuck with a bunch of weirdos, but I'm probably going to die…." Harry muttered to himself quietly, but loud enough for Draco to hear.

"I agree completely," replied Draco, leaning close to for Harry to hear.

"Don't forget Potter, you'll begin your training with Lita later today," Gia said, slightly looking like she was smirking in a teasingly way.

Harry's blood went cold once again, just like it did yesterday, but only it felt much worse. He could feel the evil aura around her as her devilish dark eyes gave an emotionless stare into his green eyes.

"AAAAAAARGH! SHE'S ALREADY TRIED TO KILL ME!"