Edit: I fixed all the miss-spelled words that were in the story; thanks to Teufel1987 for pointing them out to me!
A/N1: I hope everyone's new years was good! I don't have much to say right now. So on to the chapter!
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Revan
Chapter Twelve
Magical France is not unlike other countries with regards to its history; for up until the last five-hundred years, they had one of the darkest. Magical France has always been separated into two states: Northern France and Southern France. Although while France was separated into two states, it only had one Ministry of Magic this was mostly to give off a unified front to the rest of the world.
Southern France was ruled by the Veela King Vulcan; Southern France was mostly populated by Veela thus it was no surprise that the Royal Family would also be Veela. Northern France was ruled by the Pureblood King Thadeaux; Northern France was populated with Witches and Wizards.
Despite the fact that one was a pureblood and the other a Veela there were no hostilities; in fact both Kings had betrothed two of their grandchildren. King Vulcan had his grandson Allan Delacour be betrothed to King Thadeaux' granddaughter Apolline; together they had two daughters: Fleur Delacour and Gabrielle Delacour.
This was the first time in five-hundred years that both Royal Bloodlines had ever been combined; the downside was that neither Apolline nor Allan was any where close to being in line for the throne.
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Gerard Fay was the current Minister of Magic; and while he usually loved his job; he did not like being woken up at three AM to be told that both Royal Families had been massacred an hour previous. In fact it angered him to no limit that it happened, especially when he had always told the Kings to have more than just the small battalion of men posted at their Residences; and the residences of their families.
He knew it would come back to get them eventually; he just wished it hadn't been during his term as minister.
He had received a report from a sleeper cell in England that Apolline Delacour and her two daughters (Fleur and Gabrielle) as well as her Granddaughter (Alana) were all being held and that they were being tried for treason in the morning; with the execution being planed for the afternoon.
Gerard knew he had to act fast to get together a strike force to retrieve the remaining members of the French Royal Family. It was luck that allowed it to be these specific members of the Royal Families to live, due to the fact that Fleur, Gabrielle, and Alana had the blood of both Royal Families in them.
This would prove crucial in the long run, since they would easily be able to unify France in a single effort. England would pay; but first Gerard had to put together the strike force, afterwards he would deal with the ICW.
As Gerard walked towards the offices for the French Royal Army he had one thought in mind: England will wish for death after France was done with them.
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Gerard stood in front of thousands of reporters for all different types of French Magical news papers and wireless radio stations; he knew that this would be one of the most well known interviews for all time; especially after they get wind of what had happened the night before.
Gerard cleared his throat as he stepped forward towards the podium, "Ladies and Gentlemen our country has suffered a great blow just a few short hours ago: English soldiers came into our great lands and attacked all the residences of the Northern Royal Family and the Southern Royal Family." He paused to let the reporters in the audience catch up with their quills, "They massacred both of our Glorious Kings and their Families."
He felt a righteous anger seep up into his soul as it influenced his speech, "And right now they hold the remaining Heirs hostage and plan to execute them this afternoon. This is unacceptable; the remaining heirs are of course Apolline Delacour and her two daughters and granddaughter; something must be done." He took a deep breath as he prepared to say the final line of his speech: "Because we will get our heirs back; and when we do there will be War. England will pay tenfold for the blood they spilt."
The crowd went up into loud cheers, all of them calling for blood.
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Anakin paced through the suite that he was staying in during his time on Taris, he hated this place everyone was too happy, too peaceful, to perfect. He just couldn't understand why these people would be happy under a dictator like Lord Revan II, it just didn't make sense. He hated it all; Hated that there could be happiness in one part of the Galaxy when the rest was suffering; what made these people different? What made them happy? What made it so they didn't suffer like the rest of the Galaxy did?
Most of all he hated how much his Padme loved it here, she shouldn't approve of this place, where the Army and Ruler were law; but yet she believed that this place was perfect, 'the people are wonderful' she had said when they first walked through the streets of Taris; he could almost see the smirk behind Lord Revan's mask.
He had thought about her every day for the last ten years, and he had thought about how their reunion would go; out of all of his dreams, he never thought that it would go with her hanging onto every word Lord Revan said. He hated that she felt open with him, that she would spend their entire time walking through Taris, talking excitedly with him.
She was supposed to do that with him: Anakin Skywalker, The one who had loved her unconditionally for the last ten years; not some dictator of an Empire who quite possibly could push the entire Galaxy into open conflict.
He would have her; he had to have her. She was his, just as he was hers. Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala: there names were written in the stars. He had seen it, now she just had to see it too.
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Dustin Onasi sat on a couch in his private suite on Taris after just having dinner with Lillian Evans; the mother of Lord Revan. If he had thought when she was first brought to the Tarisian Empire that he would fall in love with her, he would have had himself checked out by the greatest doctors of the mind; yet here he was three galactic years later.
"Is something the matter?" she asked as she walked over to the couch with two steaming cups, "You look frazzled."
Dustin shook his head, "No Darling, just reminiscing." Lily smiled knowingly at him; she too over the last three years had gotten better than she had thought; after having her mind reconstructed she was declared fit for release. The only downside was that she held no memories, those had been locked away, to the deepest depths of her mind.
The medical personal who worked on her told Dustin and Lord Revan that if those memories were to be unlocked she could quite possibly have a relapse: one that she might not come back from. Lord Revan then decided that she should know that he was her son, and then sent her to the Artesian Academy (one of the three academies in the Tarisian Empire) where she passed her program (Galactic Politics) with flying colours.
It was then that Lord Revan appointed her as Senator Dustin Onasi's personal assistant; this was mainly so that Lord Revan had someone to keep an eye on his frail mother, and to keep her close at the same time.
It didn't take long for Revan to see the feelings that both held for each other; he soon approached Dustin and spoke to him, telling him that he should act on the feelings: no one else would be good enough for his mother, other than the young Senator.
Three years later and here they were sitting alone in his personal Suite; "Lily, I have a question for you."
Lily turned to him slightly and spoke quickly, "If this is about the negotiations with the Senator from Onderon, then I must remind you that that man was a pig." The anger on her face and in her voice made Dustin laugh to himself, she turned to face him, "What? What is so funny mister?"
Dustin shook his head as he spoke, "No darling, that's not it." He got up from his sitting position and moved to a kneeling one in front of her as he pulled a velvet box from his pocket: "Will you marry me?"
She moved her hand to her mouth as tears came from her eyes, "Yes Dustin, yes I will marry you!" He excitedly took the ring from the box and placed it on her finger as she admired the ring as it shined in the light.
"You've made me the happiest man in the Galaxy Lily Evans."
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Sometimes Daniel hated his father; he couldn't believe the degree of prejudice that ran through much of the older Purebloods – especially those who belonged to Old Families like the Potters. He had been pretty much cast out of the family (although not formally, due to his status as the Boy-Who-Lived.) when his father had discovered him with (his at the time boyfriend) Dean Thomas.
A week later the Daily Prophet had declared that the Boy-Who-Lived was in a relationship with Dean Thomas: another boy. And while most of the world was okay with it; they all believed that the Boy-Who-Lived, should most definitely not be gay. He knew that his father was behind it all.
After the article was printed, Dean Thomas had broken things off with Daniel, claiming that he did not want all the press and publicity that went along with the Boy-Who-Lived. His father had wanted to get back at him for letting him down, and even thought James would never admit that he had done so, Daniel knew it was him, and knew that he had successfully gotten back at his son.
Daniel knew that James was the one behind the Massacre of both Magical French Royal Families; all because they had a daughter who was sired by his long lost Brother Harrison. Daniel smiled to himself as he thought about his young Niece; she looked very much like she belonged to both the French Royal Families with her pale skin and long body, as well as her long silver hair; but she had one thing that reminded him of his brother: her deep emerald green eyes.
Daniel hoped that one day his father would get what was coming to him for destroying the French Royal Families, somewhere deep in his heart, he knew that it would be Harrison that would dish it out to him.
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"You're Highness; it is so wonderful to see you here on Taris once again." It was one of the store owners' that had spoken. The people on Taris had never really ever stopped calling her 'You're Highness' and Padme knew that even though she was no longer Queen of Naboo, these people would always consider her Royalty.
Padme turned to see her before smiling and speaking softly, "It is such a beautiful planet, a definite jewel in the galaxy."
Behind her she could feel Anakin scowling at being delayed again; it seemed that everyone on this entire planet wanted to talk to her. Wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how happy they were to see her again, how glad that she had returned to Taris. Anakin just didn't understand why these people loved her so much, and why she loved them so much.
Padme had decided that morning that she wanted to go for a walk around the city (planet really, since the entire planet was one big city) and of course she had a personal squad of Tarisian soldiers following her at a large distance so that she'd be protected; and still Anakin insisted to come with her claiming that she was unsafe on the planet alone.
Anakin of course didn't expect to be outside in the city all day; it was now almost six hours later and they had yet to return to the Tarisian Palace.
As Padme finished talking with the Store owner, she turned to Anakin and smiled, "Shall we continue?"
His scowl darkened, "Must you speak with everyone that approaches you?" he looked around to make sure that none of the commoners were listening in, "Surely they are below your status?"
Padme glared at him out of the corner of her eyes; "One thing I have learned in all of my times here on Taris, is that no one is too far below your status to be recognized."
"So that means you speak to everyone that approaches you?"
Padme turned to look at him, "Lord Revan makes it a point to walk through the city often, he considers everyone on this planet, everyone in his Empire to be his children; even the Wookiees. He knows that without these people, those of us of higher status would never be of higher status; without them we are nothing."
"I still don't like it." Anakin looked around again, and briefly looked down into the depths of the Taris lower city, "And I definitely do not trust your Lord Revan."
Padme smiled slightly out of the corner of her lips, "You do not know him like I do, you have only seen the Ruler of an Empire, and the leader of an Armada. You have not seen the kind and compassionate man behind the mask."
Anakin looked at her incredulously, "And you have?"
She turned and looked into Anakin's eyes, "Yes, yes I have."
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Lord Revan stood in the command room of the Palace on Taris looking over the plans for a new planetary defence; they had built a series of Ion Cannons all across the equator of the planet and then two defence bases on the north and South Pole of the planet.
A few years prior he had a planetary defence shield built into each of the planets under his domain; and recently he started building the Ion Cannon defence, many people believed that he was over doing it a little; he knew better than that. He knew that he had billions of people who counted on him daily to make the right decisions.
He heard the blast door behind him hiss open and turned to face Padme, "Padme, Darling how are you?" she blushed at him calling her darling, she never truly got used to him saying things like that to her.
"I am content; worried that this conflict with the separatists' will get out of hand. Otherwise I am content." She sighed, "Taris is just as beautiful as I remember it to be."
Revan smiled as he looked around the room, making sure they were alone he reached out with the Force and locked the door. He then released the locks on his helm and took it off; Padme smiled as she saw his true face, not the one that the Galaxy saw.
He had the deepest emerald eyes, with long black hair that was messy like he had just woke up. His skin was pale from the obvious lack of sun; his face had an aristocrat look to it with sharpened cheek bones.
"Taris is so much more beautiful with you on it, Milady."
She smiled brilliantly before walking towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug, she was still a foot shorter than he was but she felt that she was the perfect height for this.
Revan looked down at her as he wrapped his arms around her in return; it was moments like these that he lived for, these moments where all that mattered was him and her. He had told many people that she was the most beautiful creature in the Galaxy, and he honestly believed it.
"Revan, I wish things were different; if I were not a Senator and you not a King then everything would be perfect, we would not have to hide behind closed doors like we do."
Revan smiled sadly at the young Senator, while they had really never spoke about their feelings they both knew that they felt something for each other; Revan was of course to honourable to do anything about it, thus there relationship was nothing more than platonic at the moment: Although both wished for something more. She always reminded him that he was a King (that was his official title, he just preferred to go by 'Lord') and she was a Senator, and even though she once held the same rank as he, they were now on different social levels; and if they wanted to do something about it, they would have to ask the current Queen of Naboo for permission, as duty dictates.
Padme knew that if something were to come of their relationship then some of the more traditional members of the Galaxy would be up in arms about it, and the political fallout would be harmful to both Naboo and the Tarisian Empire.
"Padme my love, one day we will be together; this I promise you."
Padme had tears forming in the corner of her eyes, "How can you promise that?"
Revan smiled at her as he gently wiped her tears away, "I can promise that because I know that no matter what, nothing in this Galaxy can keep me from you; and if they tried: I would strike down all who opposed me."
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Lord Revan stood on board the bridge of the Hallow; he had never been as angry as he was now one of the men from the Communications station had come to him a few hours ago with a message from Earth; a message from Samuel Delacour. Revan could remember the message word for word.
"Code: 585-689-831-277, Harrison please you have to help us, James Potter has attacked my family; I think he is after Alana: Your daughter. He's going to kill us if you don't get here soon; he has the girls in custody already I believe. You have to do something."
The man from the communications station had told him that the message had come through days ago; and because the back up in the station with messages from other planets and people of importance in the galaxy Samuel's message had been delayed. Lord Revan had been furious that the high level code he had given Samuel hadn't been recognized by his men and immediately brought to him.
He then had the Hallow be prepped to leave Taris with the destination being Earth; the Hallow was staffed and ready to move out within an hour. All the combat squads were on board, as well as two squads of Knights. Revan had to tell Padme that he would be gone for a while, that he had some business to take care of with one of his projects, but he would be back as soon as possible.
It was fortunate that he had a fully staffed Star Destroyer ready for launch. James Potter wouldn't know what hit him.
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James Potter watched as Walden Macnair moved towards the lever which when pulled would move the wooden board from the feet of the Delacour Family; killing them. He smiled gleefully knowing that this would be the end of both French Royal Families.
The crowd went wild as Walden walked slowly, they loved seeing someone hanged for their crimes, and James knew that this would be one of the most publicised hangings this century. It would without a doubt be up there with the battle between Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald.
Walden had reached the lever and smile cruelly at the Delacour Women; James and Lucius could only watch in anticipation as he reached for the lever that would send the women to their deaths.
A whirling sound took James' attention away from Walden as ten arrows came out of no where: each striking an Auror that stood around the stage in the chest as another hit Walden in the arm sending him to the floor.
James quickly grabbed Lucius and pulled him to the ground, narrowly avoiding two more arrows meant for them. "Get down!" someone yelled as the crowd started to run away in panic; vaguely James could make out ten figures in white cloaks; what was special about these cloaks was the fact that the left sleeve was purple, while the right sleeve was blue.
He scowled; these were the Royal soldiers of France. Obviously they were here for the Delacour Women. That could not happen; this was a trial and the women could not make it out of here alive; if that happened then he'd be the laughing stock of Magical England.
James watched as the French fought against the English Auror's that were lucky enough to take cover; one of the French soldiers was moving slowly towards the stage where the Delacour women were fighting with their binds.
James scrambled to his feet and moved towards the lever; sacrifices had to be made, it was for the greater good.
The soldier had noticed that James was moving towards the lever and raised his bow, armed with an arrow he pulled back and released; watching as the arrow moved and cut through Fleur Delacour's noose; he armed another arrow prepared to release it.
James watched as Fleur was released from the noose, right as he reached the lever and pulled it; the floor beneath the women collapsed, Fleur falling through to the ground while Apolline and Gabrielle hung.
James smiled with glee as he raised his wand towards the fallen form of Fleur; he would end this here and now. The tip of his wand glowed green as an arrow hit him in his shoulder, he dropped his wand and watched as the soldier quickly moved over to Fleur and apparated away; the other soldiers followed him soon after.
Lucius who had been fighting one of the soldiers noticed after he disappeared that James was injured and quickly moved towards him to get him medical attention.
There was only one thought in both their minds: this could only lead to more trouble.
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Minister Gerard Fay stood in front of the ICW; an emergency meeting had been called after the French Soldiers had retaliated to retrieve the Delacour Family from English land; England was calling for French blood claiming that the French had unlawfully attacked and taken a hardened criminal from English lands.
Many of the Elitist countries were calling for French Blood all ready to go to war behind England; while Minister Fay had spoken out against the English, calling them into question about the destruction of both Royal Families of France and the execution of the Delacour women, he also spoke levels of the valiant retrieval of the Heir to both thrones of France.
But they wouldn't stop at only Queen Fleur, no, they wanted Princess Alana back; she was an Heir, and they would stop at nothing for mother and daughter to be reunited; and England would pay for their crimes.
"France will not stand for this blatant disregard of law and rights; England will pay, whether it is here in retribution; or on the battle field. If the ICW will not punish England, then France will no longer be a part of this discrimination." Many countries agreed with Minister Fay; but he knew that nothing would come from this, not with Albus Dumbledore as head of the ICW.
Gerard watched as Dumbledore declared England free of charges, that was the very moment when his decision was made, "I Minister Gerard Fay of Magical France, with the power invested in me by Queen Fleur of France; do withdraw France from the ICW." He left the chamber knowing that this would lead to a magical world war, but he knew in his heart that England would get what they deserve.
As he turned down the corridor that led to the floo station he heard several voices calling out to him; as he turned he noticed the Ministers of Ireland, Spain, Italy, Russia, Bulgaria and China moving towards him. It was the Irish Minister of Magic who spoke for the group, "Gerard, we understand and sympathize with your plight. What happened to France was a tragedy."
Gerard nodded, "Yes, well I thank you for your sympathies but I must get going, I have a country to run, and a war to finance. Thank you for your time gentlemen." With those words said he turned around and started to walk away.
"Wait." It was the Italian Minister of Magic who spoke this time, "You can't do it alone, and we will not stand for this; we wish to join you."
Gerard smiled at the Ministers as he started to feel hope blossom in his chest, things were looking brighter already.
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James sat in the foyer of Malfoy Mansion after seven hours in St. Mungos nursing a glass of scotch; Lucius Malfoy sat across from him staring into the hearth of the fire, deep in thought.
"James, have you ever thought that maybe we need a stronger leader for this country?"
James turned to look at Lucius, "What do you mean? We have Albus Dumbledore he is the greatest wizard of all time."
Lucius shook his head, "That may be so, but he has become complacent, and he no longer moves to action. He's to ready to let things pass." He sighed, "We need someone who will act, someone who will do what's best for all of England."
James nodded, "Yeah, I guess your right."
"James, I want you to keep your mind open, I know someone who can help us here."
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A/N2: So here it is, chapter twelve! I hope you're excited!
Now I have a question: how many of my readers are Female? And how many are male?
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