Lelouch was furious. He barged into his office in the Room of Requirement, closed the door shut, and started pacing angrily while passing his hands through his hair. An angry scowl on his face.

He halted suddenly and approached the table where his book on occlumancy was resting, "The Mind Palace", the title said. He moved his eyes through some sections, closed it and sighed. He was now certain about it. Quirrell had tried to intrude in his mind.

He took the book and threw it on the ground in anger. His pacing quickened. and his hands clenched and unclenched. He felt utterly violated. His last bastion, his strongest weapon, ignored and invaded on a simple whim.

He felt it at the time... the insidious invasion, like a tendril of power entering his brain through his eye, searching and twisting inside his thoughts. His occlumancy was by no means skilled enough to block it, he couldn't even access his own mindscape yet, but for some reason, his body reacted to Quirrell's attempt. His nervous pathways sent him feelings of discomfort coming from his right eye and he noticed it for what it was.

He stopped suddenly and his eyes widened. That feeling on his eye...that wasn't the first time Quirrell tried to read him, was it? He had tried it before, Lelouch deduced, and for some reason, he failed, otherwise he wouldn't be trying again now.

Why Quirrell failed? Lelouch knew nothing about occlumancy at the time, it shouldn't have been possible for him to stop the professor. Lelouch pursed his mouth. Why was Quirrell trying to read his mind anyway? had he noticed something strange about Lelouch? And why did he fail? Considering their respective knowledge in magic, that shouldn't have happened.

Lelouch smirked. There was something about him that could keep his mind protected. Maybe something related to his transmigration?

It was a good guess as any.

Should he try to alert someone? Legimancy was prohibited by law, even if done on children. Lelouch sighed. Considering who he was, it was doubtful anyone would believe him, and even if they did, he was just a powerless orphan right now, no one had anything to gain by helping him risk becoming Quirrell's enemy.

Worse, it would put him in a spotlight.

There was still another question though. Where did this strange interest Quirrell had on him come from?

He sighed. There was something strange about the man. The acting, and now his multiple tries at invading Lelouch's mind...

Lelouch sighed and sat back at his study.

...

Voldemort strode through the hallway with an impatient scowl on his face. The green-haired girl had appeared again. She somehow made his legimancy snap back like an overstretched band of rubber. The backlash caused little damage to his mind, but a lot of damage to his ago.

How could this pathetic, arrogant child resist him? that should have been impossible.

The girl must be some kind of mental construct, probably magic from the Black Family. How did he gain access to the Black grimoires? wasn't he an orphan who had no access to magic until his Hogwarts letter?

At first, Voldemort had been interested in the boy. He had the right mindset to be one of his death eaters, a little too straightforward, but he had the right idea. With time, Voldemort would have been able to bring him closer to his inner circle. His control over the Black family had gone down to the drains since Regulus betrayal. Of course, he still had his loyal Bellatrix, but she wasn't in the line to inherit the Black family. Instead, Sirius was.

With his death, Draco Malfoy would have become the new Lord Black. The discovery of Julius had thrown his plans out of wack and also given him an opportunity. He could still secure the Black family if he brought the boy to his side.

And so, Voldemort decided to pick Julius' brain apart to see how it ticks, to find what he wants and offer him in trade for his loyalty. To find the best way to approach the boy and bring him to his organization.

Everything should have gone perfect, but then, there was the green woman, the mental construct of the Black family.

He growled in anger. She was so infuriating. Right now there was nothing he wanted more than to grasp her neck and strangle the life out of her.

She smiled as she playfully twirled her hair.

"A small man with delusions of grandeur." She said. "A man that will leave no great legacy to be admired after his death, only pain and death. A pathetic child who believes immortality to be a boon."

She smirked. "It seems a dark lord is still many grades below a demon emperor."

Voldemort clenched his fists as he remembered her monologue back then. How did she know about his interest in immortality? This mind construct of the Blacks was certainly very powerful if it could invade Voldemorts shields. He wanted that spell for himself, it could even counterattack his legimancy.

How did the Black boy found this spell? Did his sister possess such ability as well? It was possible. Maybe he should get some answers out of her.

He had to admit it. Voldemort was wary of the boy. There was just something about him that got his nerves tingling. Nonetheless, he had more important things to worry about. This body he was wearing was starting to break down. Soon, not even unicorn's blood would be enough to keep it moving. He had to find the philosopher's stone as soon as he could.

He was already aware of the traps Dumbledore had prepared. Quirrell was there to see them prepared after all. Voldemort was just waiting for the right opportunity when Dumbledore left the country for a meeting with the ICW.

What did he have in his mind when he took the stone from Gringotts Voldemort would never know. Dumbledore was getting on his years it seemed.

...

Kallen returned to the Griffindor common room still confused with the recent developments. What happened between Lelouch and professor Quirrell back then? For some reason, she thought it was important.

She searched through the common room. Harry was with Ron, Ophelia, and Neville. The frightened boy finally got over the fact that Ophelia was a Black and started connecting with her. There was still some weariness there, but nothing compared to his terror of Lelouch. Kallen smirked, the mere thought of Lelouch was enough to constrict Neville's throat. Kallen found that funny. Out of everyone here, he had the most fitting reaction. There was no escaping the fact that Lelouch could be terrifying if he wanted.

As her eyes wandered through the room, she found what she was looking for. Her brothers were in a circle chatting with Jordan. She gave them that look. They noticed, before looking at one another and shrugging. They rose from their seats, traded some words with Jordan and followed her to a concealed spot in a corner of the room.

"So, what is it that our troll-slaying little sister wants to talk about this time?" Fred said.

"I think I know, Fred. She probably wants to hunt another kind of beast, a more dangerous one, A troll is too easy, right?" Geoge nodded knowingly.

Fred widened his eyes comically. "Do you think so, Fred? What do you think she wants to hunt?"

Geoge smirked knowingly at her. "A demon lord, Fred," he said. "She wants one just for her..."

Before he could finish it, Kallen kicked his shin.

"Ouch..." he said.

She sighed and started explaining while looking at George on the eyes. "I've revealed myself to him. It is really him, George."

They blinked. Fred whistled. "Heh, I can almost imagine the emotional reunion."

Geoge sighed. "I hope he doesn't plan something like he did the last time, Karin. I know you are capable, but I don't want you embroiled in any world-changing revolutions again."

She chuckled. "I will try," she said and sighed. "That said, he just can't seem to keep himself out of trouble..."

She then told them about how he met Dumbledore in the orphanage, how Dumbledore seemed aware of Harry's abuse, as well as his recent conflict with Quirrell, which Kallen still couldn't make heads or tails of.

The twins heard her with an unusually serious expression.

"I find that hard to believe, Karin," Fred answered, a small frown on his face. "I know he is important to you, but Dumbledore is...well, he is Dumbledore. If Dumbledore really did what Black told you, then he must have had a reason for doing what he did."

Kallen clenched her fists, she should have expected this reaction ou of them, after all.

George nodded as well. "As for Quirrell, he might have been overreacting. From what you told me, Lelouch lived his entire life downing in backstabbing politics. He probably has some screws loose, and he is probably paranoid about a lot of things."

Kallen gritted her teeth. "What about Dumbledore's knowledge of Lelouch's name?"

"What do you mean?" Fred questioned.

Kallen took a deep breath and explained. "Dumbledore has been asking the portraits about a Vi Britannia Family and someone called Lelouch," she said. "Lelouch has no idea of how Dumbledore found out about his former name.

Geoge frowned pensively. "Are you sure this is true?"

Kallen noded "He suspects Dumbledore somehow got in contact with people from his former world. He thinks someone might have found out back there about his transmigration and is currently searching for him."

Fred narrowed his eyes. "And how would they have found out he is a wizard? or that he lives exactly in Britain?" he said, frowning pensively. "It may be something else..."

...

Lelouch had just left the charms class and was walking back to his dorms. Daphne and Zabini were walking each at one of his sides. Among their own group, the Gryffindors stuck close to each other. From the distance, he saw Kallen's serious stare. He deduced she wanted to know what had happened at the DADA class. "Tomorrow" he mouthed. She nodded silently. Daphne seemed to notice it but didn't interject.

She has been strangely silently recently, was she avoiding him? why?

He shook his head. He had more important things to worry about. Quirrell's strange behavior...Dumbledore's unknown plots. Sometimes it felt like he was back in Britannia, he snorted.

As he strolled through the twisting corridors of Hogwarts, in front of him, two boys stood, each on one side of the corridor, next to three pairs of armors. Their red hair and playful smile denounced them as the Weasley twins. Lelouch knew then that they were waiting for him.

As he was about to pass them, the two of them bowed, along with the other six armors. Daphne scowled and glanced sideways at Lelouch. He chuckled.

"We greet the great Demon Lord, may you shine your evilness upon this world." One of them recited.

Daphne changed her pose and sighed in exasperation. Zabini frowned and looked at Lelouch quizzically.

"We want to swear our loyalty to your evil reign, and deliver this world from boredom." the other one said.

Lelouch intoned with Zero's voice, as he played his part on a character. "You shall soon be introduced to my evil base." he declared haughtily. "Ask Q-1 about it. Right now, I have matters to attend."

He passed by them under the weirded eyes of his year mates.