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Chapter 2

Lie Beyond Your Lie

Years Later…

Seventeen-year-old, Harry James Potter was of a name both barely known, but in some circles infamous around the school for being a 'goody good' Hufflepuff that thought Dumbledore and the Ministry were complete and utter idiots. Though to be fair, he wasn't the only one who thought this, and it was only just discovered he had been just living in the 'shadows', but he was the only one who got up during an assembly the week before in which the Ministry's, Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge was rambling on about some crap to do with You-Know-Who (Voldemort) with Dumbledore's 'agreeable' input and told them they're total dipshit cowards before leaving, as apparently he was listening to know it was some cowardly nonsense, and since then Harry Potter had stopped playing ball.

Though, a lot of people were angry with Harry for being so disrespectful of his elders, but they let it slide as it was only a foolish little boy who didn't know anything about anything. Harry's grades were okay, but not the top of his year or school, but if you were to look long enough into the seventeen-year olds emerald coloured eyes you would question his exam scores when you look into those sly and intelligent eyes, and just because he had no care for the rubbish on the school curriculum meant nothing to real knowledge, especially when you realise that Hogwarts gave a terrible magical education full of lies, half-truths, and just out right make believe.

However, they would then just shrug off that feeling of dread as a figment of their imagination as it was Harry's brother who was the star of the school, and most certainly the most powerful and talented student in any school worldwide. Though, no one outside a select few knew he was getting private lessons outside of school, which showed he had below average ability at best, but with lots of hard work and years of practice before he even started Hogwarts his magical knowledge was higher than most adults knew, but that still didn't mean he was very talented.

Therefore, knowing how to do something and doing it were two completely different things. Harry knew this as he was standing off against his brother Terry and his friends. Harry's wand was held loosely between the fingers of his right hand as he could feel her cool purr, egging him on to just blow them up and have done with it, but Harry quelled her with his calm.

The 'hero' and his friends had been picking on some timid and easily preyed on Slytherin first years who had strayed too far from the other Slytherin's and lost them, which made them easy pray for Gryffindor bullies, and Gryffindor bullies were vicious. Harry used to do things from the shadows to stop stuff like this, but he had plans and he was passed caring about the shadows as this was stage – what? – ten? – twenty-three? – it didn't matter; it was all in the plan, and everything had been running for a while now.

Harry had come to a point in his life where he no longer wished to hide who he was, and he was certainly not going to let his foolish jerk of a brother get away with picking on innocent little kids any longer, even if it meant standing up against the world. Though, he was sure the one girl was a year older and was likely stuck trying to rescue a sibling or family member from these young 'men'. It was finally time for Harry to have the fun as the pieces were on the board, and it was time to send the king rushing in.

"Get out of the way Harry you pathetic little Hufflepuff loser," Terry spat out aiming his wand at his brother.

Harry just raised his right eyebrow as his brothers friends snickered. "No… I don't think I will, Terry," he replied, disturbed at how much fame and fortune had messed up his brother. Though, he wasn't this bad before Hogwarts; he just kept getting worse, and James and Lily Potter (to be fair, mainly James) encouraged this behaviour, which was a million times messed up. "I'm not going to step aside and let you hex some kids just because you feel like it or it makes you feel better about how pathetic you are!"

Harry glanced at the three terrified kids in question as they hid behind him, two boys and a girl before returning his attention to his brother as Terry shouted out the spell for a full body bind. However, Harry just batted it away without much thought where it harmlessly hit the ground, shocking the Gryffindor's and the growing crowd of spectators like that was some kind of great and mighty feat of super villain one-o-one – Terry could have been the greatest duellist in the universe and any mage could have still battered that spell away.

Harry found it mildly amusing that all of these spectators (well minus a few) thought their precious Boy-Who-Lived, Terry Potter, was more than a petty bully, (well there was likely a lot more that didn't, but status quo made them complacent). Therefore, they looked at Harry as if he was the one to start this fight, as if Harry should let the arrogant bastard get away with whatever he wanted.

Harry took note of several Slytherin's watching too. They stood apart from the rest, watching in interest with (on some) hints of amusement, (and others) curiosity as this would be the first time a non-Slytherin had stood up against the Boy-Who-Lived! Even when Slytherin's did stand up to Terry; they would get into all the trouble, and Terry got away with praise.

"Get lost Harry; they're just evil Slytherin filth!" Terry hissed out enraged, seeing red. "If you don't move, I'll make you!"

Harry saw that the kids looked terrified, convinced he wouldn't continue protecting them, but he turned a smirk to his brother. "Well… I'm now a little curious," Harry replied with a small chuckle startling all as he wasn't scared like they 'knew' he should be. "I hope you brought your A game, because I've wanted to beat the fucking shit out of your ungrateful bullying arse for a long time now 'brother'. Maybe I can teach you a little respect for other people?"

"Why you little bastard…!" Terry hissed out in anger as he started throwing childish spells at his brother. However, Harry didn't move as he just swatted each and every single one away with a smile, deflecting them away from hitting anyone as it seemed that Terry didn't care where his spells ended up.

Though, after a minute or so Terry was getting angrier and more desperate as he was starting to look foolish so upped his game. However, these spells weren't as easy (or relatively harmless) and they were harder to get on target. Harry had started flinging about shields to deflect these spells from the stupefied onlookers and moved from his spot, taking a few steps closer.

"Terry, you should really stop this before you hurt someone," Harry said calmly. "Do you really not care?" he asked as the spells kept coming.

"It's for the Greater Good that I teach you a lesson!" he retorted, enraged. "I'll get you for disrespecting me and protecting evil Slytherins!"

"They are just kids, but if that's what you want then I'll stop you," Harry retorted but had to move as Ron Weasley started throwing spells at him too. "Wow, the Boy-Who-Lived is so pathetic as to rely on 'him' to help win a duel against me."

"You can't beat the both of us, loser!" Ron cried out laughing but paled as Harry suddenly darted forward, dodging several spells and batting away others with his left hand. As he approached, he balled that hand up into a fist and smashed it into Ronald Weasley's nose with a loud crack, blood splashing around as Ron fell to the ground out cold. Harry then spun around an angrily thrown cutting curse while swishing his wand, and in a flash of red-light Terry had been immobilised and hung a few inches from the ground with horror written in his expression; his wand cluttering to the floor.

"Hmm… dearest brother," Harry spoke chuckling as he took a few steps closer and the crowd moved back as his presence was now dominant rather than how Terry's had always been. This was a pull of oppressive strength weighing down on their shoulders, as if a warning to back down, which made sure they did not want to get in his way and for once Terry's remaining minions backed down. Harry's green eyes were so cold yet mocking at the same time as he had waited so long for a moment like this. "How does it feel…?" he asked as he casually moved closer to his immobile brother.

"How does it feel to hang before someone else's mercy, inferior and pathetic?" he laughed, but there was no humour in his voice, his eyes seeming to have a red hue dead centre causing many to subconsciously move back more. "Oh dear, my dear brother… I believe our dear 'loving' mother had never taught you the correct places to go potty, silly little boy, big boys go to the toilet," he chuckled as the on looking students could only watch in horror. Their saviour's brother had lost it and made their saviour wet himself as pee dribbled from his robes to land on the entrance hall floor.

"Silly Terry," Harry mocked with a childish tone. "The caretakers going to be 'pissed' with you!" he laughed at his pun as he flicked his wand a translucent light spat out of the end and without taking Terry's robes off a giant muggle nappy appeared on him with the words 'daddy's little big boy' written across the front in bright multi coloured letters.

There were admittedly a few students in the crowd that wanted to laugh and take pictures, but they just couldn't. Harry's presence was quite overwhelming and sending a chill down their spines, and they wondered where the teachers were. Well, teachers that weren't watching in horror because they were weaklings like the fraudulent fortune-teller who never saw this coming.

"So Terry, what to do with you?" Harry asked in mild wonder. "Because it seems I might have some time, as the capable teachers in this school always seem to mysteriously disappear when you and your butt buddies go on the hunt!" he smiled widely as Terry's horror was only just beginning. "Well, you do like to change people's hair colour don't you as 'poor' Professor Snape does have to suffer that one a lot. It obviously amuses you," he chuckled as he flicked his wand and Terry's hair grew out turning into a multitude of chatting snakes, but Terry just heard their hisses as they weren't frozen with him.

"ENOUGH!" boomed the raging voice as they felt Dumbledore's presence though it didn't completely engulf Harry's as a red stream of magic blast down the stairs. However, Harry moved fast, his wand creating a shield in moments gritting his teeth at the pressure on his shield built. He had an easier way of using magic, but that wasn't a possibility in the here and now, and he was sure his wand wouldn't approve, not yet.

Those bigots would have let Terry get away with beating an innocent first year near to death but looking at how much loathing Dumbledore and his parents had for him doing what was right broke the camel's back and made a ten-mile wide crater in the process.

"NO!" Harry roared out as he pushed back blasting out a new spell that nullified Dumbledore's. The light cleared as Harry looked up to show his eyes glowing bright red before bleeding out until they were pitch black, his skin looking paler, and his aura had become far more sinister. His brother had been dropped to the floor free, screaming as the snakes started biting at him in their panic.

Severus Snape stood near Dumbledore and most of the teachers up the stairs after having gone on some wild hippogriff chase that he knew was to give the precious little twerp saviour the chance to free up some pent up anger on some of his youngest Slytherin's, and he could do nothing to stop it. However, seeing the Boy-Who-Lived having been defeated and tormented for his crimes by his own Hufflepuff brother was actually less surprising than it should be, as he had been slowly changing during the year and showing a few hints of what he was really capable of.

Looking down into those pitch-black eyes actually made Severus shiver. So this was what a powerful dark wizard should be… something else entirely. Someone set apart from Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, something so different, more perhaps, and he was protecting his students from the 'light'. That wasn't an evil deed.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore. Why, what a lovely day it is," Harry spoke with an amused smile on his lips. "It's so reassuring when a teacher blasts the fuck out of you for teaching pathetic little bitches some much needed manners, and to respect innocent little kids, but if your stance is to blast first and not ask questions, I suppose the lesson will be lost on him?"

"Mr. Potter, this is not a game," the old man spoke trying to keep calm as the Boy-Who-Lived continued crying as snakes tore into his face from his hair.

"Oh do shut up!" Harry hissed at his brother flicking his wand at him all of his snake hair fell out leaving him bald and dissolved along with his remaining cries and whimpers being silenced before looking back up to the old man to note he looked at least a little relieved. "This is of course not a game Professor, you are correct. However, Terry seems to think it is, and that's because of you! I don't care anymore. I'll fight you, them, and everyone to bring about my dream – re-unification!"

"That may be a wonderful dream Harry," the old man said relaxing a little, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "However, while the magical world is so split up in their beliefs that is an impossible dream and fighting all of us will most certainly not unify anyone."

Harry snorted rolling his pitch-black eyes in amusement. "Silly old man," he said and ignored a few retorts to show some respect from a few teachers he continued. "You think too small," he said chuckling at the baffled expressions. "My dream is to unify humanity – to re-forge the ideals of Camelot! To break down the thin veil you – your kind placed up some three and a half centuries ago when people like you began erasing our existence from history!" he said laughing as Dumbledore had actually gasped. "Someday I'll be able to walk out in the world and use my powers by new lore's, and laws of which ignorant little magicians like you have no say in."

"Then that is a foolish dream Harry, and you shall never be allowed it to come true," he retorted, unable to see that he was not without strings. "And you will be serving the rest of your schooling career in detention with Professor Snape, and you are forbidden any books other than those for classes, barred from the library and I may choose to forbid you from taking your exams," he finished coolly having no idea that he was showing some of what he was, and walking right into Harry's hands.

"That's okay Professor," Harry retorted laughing. "I'm hot, I'll find me a nice older woman with a wealth of money and a love for a toy boy," he laughed as near everyone blushed brightly and only still loyal Terry fans denied his statement. "So, Professor Snape… it looks like we'll get to enjoy each other's company until June, when would you like me to start?"

"This evening Potter at six PM," he spat out in his artificial disgust. "And you shall not be late, and I expect you to have… done something normal with your eyes by then!"

"Aye sir," he agreed with a mocking salute. "Well, if you'll excuse me little bitches. I have things to do… angry evil eyes to change back to that stunning green that makes you adorable little bunnies hopingly hot for me… well, that and this," he laughed. He opened his robe and lifted his shirt to show off his powerful looking abs winking at the blushing girls as he laughed while walking off down to the basement toward the Hufflepuff dorms.

To Be Continued…