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"Peace is a lie." Speech.

'There is only Passion' Force Ghost/Flashback/Alien Language.

"█▄██▄▄█▄▄█▄" Inarticulate/Creature Roar/s.

"With Passion I gain strength!" Holo-comminication Speech.

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Previously:

"I don't want to die here, because of them."

'You wish to live?'

Harry managed a nod, no longer with the strength to speak any further.

'And if it should be only moments longer? To live now only to die later?'

Harry simply shrugged. He was only six but he understood the truth of the matter. Everything ends.

'Perhaps then, you have what I and so many before me did not. Perhaps, you have what it takes to Live.'

'Know my name then child. Know the name and face; of Bane.'

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Bane stared at the child before him, eyes unblinking and his mind fully open to see all that there was to see regarding the one that he had found after so long. He understood that the revelation of his name to this child would not be all that great. Even if this cancerous planet was open to the galaxy at large his name had long since slipped into obscurity as a result of the passage of time and the efforts of the Jedi.

So no it was not the reaction to his name that Bane was interested in with that knowledge that there would be none. It was instead the lack of reaction that the child should have shown based on the Force Ghost's experiences with the others that he had interacted with on this planet in the past as he searched. This child showed no fear like the others, nothing beyond the initial surprise of seeing the spectre in a room that should not be able to physically accommodate him.

"Bane..." The boy seemed to chew on the word for a moment, as if testing it with his voice as he peered up at the glowing blue apparition. "My...my name, is Harry. Harry Potter."

The Ghost nodded in acknowledgement of the introduction, shifting his position till he was seated on his knees before the six year old. "Harry. It is a good name, one of the kings of this world."

There was a glimmer of pride to flicker across the boys face at the compliment. Bane felt the pleasure pass through the child with the sense that it was the first time he had ever known a positive remark passed his way. The Ghost nodded in approval when that pride was brushed away and buried beneath other emotions that brought focus back to the here and now. It was impressive; that this child, this slave could show himself capable of avoiding such easy distraction.

"Y-You said that I could live?" Harry rasped out, his voice weak and faint. "Are...are you here to save me?"

Bane shook his head, his gaze turning hard. "No. I will not save you. In life I had no time to save the weak and pitiful. That has not changed even now in death. If you wish to live, it must be you that challenges Fate."

Harry blinked in confusion, not understanding the remark. The 'man' had just before had spoken as if he were willing to save him from this place. To free him so he could live. He felt a flash of anger pass through him as he registered the refusal. Was it a taunt? Had this ghost come to him to mock his death and dangle the prospect of living in front of him for its own amusement?

"If you w-won't save me." Harry coughed harshly, feeling his chest rattle and his ribs ache. "T-Then, why are you here?"

Bane simply stared at the child a moment longer. He felt the anger. How could he not? It was like a flare going off in this so very dark room. But he had seen brighter and more terrible flares in his existence in both life and death, it did not impress him. "I will not save a creature that does not possess the will to save itself. Just as I will not fight a man's battles only for that man to die in war, I will not waste my time on saving you here only so you may go on to struggle and perish moments later."

"Hear me child. Remember these words; The Weak will always be victims. This, is the way of the universe. The Strong take what they want and the weak suffer at their hands." Bane continued, commanding the attention of the weak and pathetic child. "I once said these words to a student of mine in ages past. But what I never said to her was that while this universe is filled with the strong and the weak. It is left to the individual himself to decide who they are. So if you wish to live beyond this day. If you wish to see the outside of this pitiful cupboard and gaze upon the stars once more. Then you must decide. Are you weak? Or are you strong?"

"But what then?" Harry asked, taking in the words of this spirit and considering them carefully. "Even if I do live beyond this day. What do I do for the next? Or the next after that?"

Bane nodded in approval. It was an intelligent assessment of his situation. That this child could see beyond his present and currently fatal situation to the dangers of the future was a good sign. "Live beyond this day and you will have proven yourself strong. I will not tolerate nor waste my effort upon the weak, but the strong I will accept."

Harry winced when he felt a starburst behind his eyes as a vision filled the forefront of his mind. A grassy hill; capped with a stone tower of some sort. The location burned its way into his mind with a name at the forefront 'Glastonbury Tor.'

"Go to the place within your mind." Bane instructed. "Find the Legacy and prove yourself worthy of my time. Do this and I will show you a future beyond that of anything this marble could ever offer."

"Y-you are a ghost yes?" Harry asked quietly. "Dead?"

Bane nodded.

"Did death take your sight from you? I'm locked here… in a room and don't even have the strength to s-sit up let alone break down a door to escape... this place."

The Force Ghost allowed an amused smirk to pass across his face at the fire within the boy. "There is a power in living child. To understand this power you must suffer through hardship and struggle. You have done this but that understanding has been denied to you by the waste that is this world. I will open you to this understanding but it will not last. You will need to learn to access it yourself. I will not be there to do this for you."

Harry let out a gasp, his lungs filling with air and his chest heaving as a strength he had never felt in his whole life flooded into his body, pouring into every part of his body and running across his very skin like a static shock. The vitality he felt was enough that when he heaved himself up, he was shocked to realise he had done so far quicker than ever before and he felt no fatigue from the action like the countless times before.

At the same time as his there was a loud click from the door as the lock disengaged and the cupboard door swung opened an inch, allowing a waft of fresh air to seep into the tiny cupboard.

"Right now you are weak. Powerless. What you feel now is but a fraction of the strength you truly possess but you do not own it. Reach your destination. Find the Legacy and prove to the both of us that you have the strength for what comes next."

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The Ghost didn't stay after the cupboard door had opened. With one last penetrating stare at the wide eyed child Bane had faded away into nothingness, casting the cupboard and astonished Harry Potter back into the darkness.

Even with the spirit gone, Harry did not lose this feeling of strength that coursed through him, filling him. It lingered and gave the child the energy he needed to push open his cupboard door and crawl out. After climbing to his feet, for the first time in his life not having to grit his teeth through the waves of nausea and aching pain that such a movement would normally have invoked, a small corner of Harry's mind wondered if there was any real point in making the trip to wherever this place, this 'Glastonbury', was.

He was free. No longer locked within his coffin and stronger than he had ever felt before. He could feasibly go wherever he wanted. Why should he go to this distant place he knew nothing about on the instruction of something that technically was not even real?

It was a dark whisper that Harry immediately squashed. Distant or not, real or not, Harry remembered those final words Bane had imparted and understood them for what they were. This power? It might be his, but this access he had was temporary. It was not lasting and unless something was done, he would in time return to that frail dying child wasting away in the darkness of a cupboard.

So no. if he wanted to live. Not just through tomorrow, but all the days to follow. He needed to find this Legacy.

Harry's familiarity with the Dursley Home aided him in gathering the essentials he felt he would need for the journey ahead. He didn't know how long it would take but what he did know was that when he did leave Number 4 Privet Drive, he would be out in the world with no knowledge of how long it would be until he was safe and with a home of his own.

Dudley's second bedroom had more than enough bags to chose from to take with him. The spoiled child seemed to take a fancy to three different ones a week depending on the design and what was popular on the Telly. A simple blue Thunderbirds backpack was his choice. It was suitably childish enough and appropriate for his age group that no-one would think to consider its contents. Filling it was a simple task. A raincoat in case the weather turned poorly and some of Dudley's cast offs with a trip to the kitchen to raid the pantry for food essentials and bottled water.

It was, odd in a sense, as Harry opened the front door and left Number 4 Privet Drive for the last time. Throughout his life he had grown accustomed to the fatigue and pain that daily life brought. What he had done since leaving his cupboard would have, should have left him hunched over heaving for air through aching lungs and yet, here, now, he felt fine.

As he closed the front door and walked down to the curb at the end of the driveway, Harry took in a deep breath, revelling in the crisp air as his lungs filled for what felt like the first time. And then, he stopped.

"Now what?"

Harry looked down either end of the street, unsure as where to go from here. He was only six years old and he had never seen the outside world beyond the limits of the Dursley lawn. He had no idea where this Glastonbury Tor was. Or even where he was relative to it.

It was instinct; a deep, unknown part of Harry that bubbled into his notice that urged the boy in a direction. The quiet yet insistent urge to turn left and walk down the street. He could not explain it, but to Harry, it almost felt as if the direction he had taken were familiar to him. As if he had taken it so many times before.

Despite his still present physical frailty that not even this new strength that filled him could take away, Harry left Privet Drive after a few short minutes. It was almost surprising to see the sheer number of houses and lengths of the street that connected to Privet Drive as he took another left to walk along this new street's pavement. Had the world always been this big?

It was this distraction, this wonder at seeing the brand new world that he had until now been unaware of, that lead Harry to the steps of a small brownstone pub. The lights were still on within but somehow Harry was able to sense that there was only a single occupant within; moving about the interior. Cleaning.

With a mental shrug, Harry pushed open the door; ignorant to the slight pulse that left his body and caused a faint click to come from it as the door unlocked. Instinct, intuition and survival had aided him in living this long so it had long since proved to be trustworthy and worthy of being heeded. So Harry listened to it as he walked into the closed pub and up to the bar where the bartender was in the process of emptying and changing over trash bags.

Hearing his arrival, the barkeep looked up and blinked in surprise at seeing the tiny, frail looking child peering up at him from the edge of the bar counter. The man looked confused at first. He looked from Harry, over to the slowly closing door then back to Harry again. He could have sworn he had locked the door after the last customer had left for the night. So how had this little kid walked in?

"Hey kid. 'ow you get in here?"

Harry just looked up to the man, slightly unnerving him as the boy's emerald eyes seemed to brighten in the low light of the pub. "Who are you?"

"Eh? I'm Dick. Dick Davison." The now named Dick replied, still confused and now slightly unnerved slight echo to the voice of the child, as if two were speaking at the same time.

"What is this place Dick Davison?"

The Barkeep shivered at the voice and those eyes staring unblinkingly at him. Yet he still answered. "It's a pub kid."

"What's a pub?"

"Uh, it's where grown ups come to buy grown up drinks. Kids aren't really allowed here. Where are your parents? Should you be out this late?"

Harry stared at the man for a moment, tilting his head to the side as if pondering something. "Glastonbury. Where is it?"

Dick blinked. It was an odd response to his own questions. Was that where the kid was from? If that was the case then how in Gods name had he managed to wind up in suburban Surrey of all places? "Glastonbury is a place over in Somerset, a couple of hours west of here. That where you from kid?"

"How can I get there?"

A small part of Dick was growing more and more unnerved by the kid in front of him. He knew that the kid should not be here. He knew that he should have long since walked the kid back outside, maybe called someone to pick him up and find his parents. But, Dick couldn't do any of those things. He could not move from this kids gaze and could not help but answer his questions.

"Bus's won't be running this late. you'll need to get a cab." Dick replied. "Will cost a fair bit of quid to get there though."

Harry frowned in thought. Vernon was never shy about hounding on about money. It had been one of his most vocal things to rage about whenever he had made the mistake of angering his uncle.

"I need money then. Do you have money?" Harry asked, instincts and his Power still guiding him as he spoke to this grown up.

Dick nodded, sweat starting to bead his brow as a fear started to grow in him. Why couldn't he stop? "Haven't emptied the till yet so I still got the day's take."

"Can I have it?"

A vein throbbed at his temple as Dick nodded and walked over to the register, pressing a button to open the drawer where he pulled out the stacks of money and brought them back over to the counter to pile them in front of the boy.

Harry nodded, seemingly satisfied with the amount presented before him as he swung his backpack off of his back and unzipped it to shovel the pile of cash into the bag. It was curious that this grown up was being so helpful to him. Growing up in the Dursley home had taught him that grown ups were not so helpful and yet this Dick Davison had been nothing but. The Power perhaps?

With the last of the money in his bag, Harry swung the Thunderbirds bag back onto his back before returning his focus to the man, eyes locking onto his and idly noticing a drop of blood falling from the man's nose.

"I need a cab. Can you get one for me?"

Dick nodded again, his eyes shaking in his head as he turned to the phone and picked it up. A quick call and a car was booked to come and pick up the kid. It hurt. Everything hurt. He could feel a steadily growing headache coming upon him and an ache in his bones; like he was in the grip of something so much larger than himself.

"It'll be here shortly. Just out the front." Dick responded as he walked back over to the boy.

"Good." Harry nodded with a faint smile on his face. "You've been very helpful."

Harry turned and walked away from the bar, hearing a pained gasp come from Dick as he half collapsed against the counter the moment Harry broke eye contact with him. When he reached the door and pulled it open he turned his head to lock back onto the terrified bartender.

"Please, don't tell anyone I was here, Okay?"

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Harry woke with a start when the sound of a car door opening next to him broke through his consciousnesses and he jolted upright, clutching his bag tightly to look over to the face of the driver who was leaning down to look through the door to him.

"We here lad."

Harry rubbed the sleep away from his eyes as he looked past the driver to see the large hill that was Glastonbury Tor; black against the faint light of the rising sun.

he had fallen asleep shortly after the cab had picked him up in Little Winging and instructing the driver in where he wanted to go. The man had been reluctant to drive that far so late in the night with a six year old but a fifty pound note to grease the wheels as it were allowed the driver to put aside those concerns.

After the driver had started toward his destination; instructed to take Harry to Glastonbury Tor, Harry had succumbed to his own weariness; worn out from whatever he had done to convince Dick to help him.

Climbing out of the cab, Harry fished out a handful of notes to pay the man.

"Cheers lad. You want me to wait here?"

Harry looked up to the massive natural landmark before shaking his head. "No thank you. I won't be needing another ride."

The man seemed once more a bit reluctant to leave a six year old alone like this but in the end his own concerns won with his desire to clock off his shift and head home overcoming the desire to make sure this weird kid was alright. "If you say so."

Harry ignored the man, not even noticing as the cab door slammed shut and drove off. He was too busy focusing on the dwindling power that he could feel within him. Whatever that Ghost; Bane, had done to let him use whatever it was the spirit had claimed he had inside him was leaving. This 'window' that had been opened was closing.

Securing the bag to his back and tightening the straps, Harry ran across the road to the footpath that lead toward the massive hill. By the time he reached the foot of Glastonbury Tor the window to his Power was barely there, he could feel the weakness of his life creeping back into him. His bones were starting to ache again and his chest burned as he was starting to have to breath harder to get air into his lungs.

He was here. Bane had told him to go to Glastonbury Tor and he had done so. But where to now? Where was the Legacy he had been instructed to find? Spinning around, quickly becoming frantic, Harry tried to find a sign; some, any kind of hint that could aid him in figuring out where to go. Whatever instinct he had to help him before had dwindled far too much to be of any further help at this point and he couldn't feel anything beyond his own senses any longer.

Harry was forced to stop spinning around when he felt his right leg give out, a sharp burning pain piercing through the bone as he bit back a cry at the agony he felt. Shifting his weight to his other leg, Harry fought to keep himself upright. When he raised his head once more to look up to the hill that was now once more in front of him his eyes caught the silhouette of the tower at its summit.

Figuring that he could, at the very least, use the tower as a point from which to get a high ground look over the surrounding land and try and spot where to go from there, Harry hobbled forward, slowly, carefully ascending up the concrete path that wound its way up to the summit.

It took far too long to reach his destination. By the time Harry reached the Tower steps the window had closed and Harry was gasping for air. His vision was fading and his ears were filled with a white noise as he felt his body starting to fail. His right leg felt as if it was on fire from the strained muscles of his previous spinning and he felt as if one possibly more of his ribs had broken from just how heavily his chest was heaving as he fought for breath.

Stumbling forward, Harry fought his way up those last few steps and staggered across the small landing and into the interior of the Tower.

Unable to go any further Harry allowed gravity to finally win the fight against him as he sank to the ground, relishing the feel of the cool stone against his burning skin.

The last thing he felt, as darkness took him once more, was a faint rumble and a jolt as the stone floor beneath him started to lower.

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A/N

Alright then. So here is what we would consider the first official chapter to this story. Harry has reached the destination Bane has given him and passed what we suppose is the first of several tests the former Sith will have for the boy.

News regarding the schedule for story updates:

Given the popularity of Throne of Babylon we are taking it off of the reserve and putting it into the main roster; replacing this story; Legacy of Darkness, Bane of Light with it.

So as of next week the schedule is as follows:

Week 1 (next week): Never Alone.

Week 2: Zero Chakra Plan.

Week 3: Risen in Light, Fallen to Shadow

Week 4: Throne of Babylon.

Reserve/when there is time: Legacy of Darkness, Bane of Light.

This decision was made based on popularity statistics thus far regarding Throne and the other stories where we came to the decision that Throne was proving to be far too popular a story to have on the reserve.

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