Summery: In the future Harry was given the choice to back and do his life over. Speaking to snakes, jumping across rooftops, socializing with half-demons and purebloods, and having a best friend who lives in a magical diary wasn't the most normal of childhoods. Now eleven and entering his first year of Hogwarts, Hadrian must live each day as two people. A Griffindor, 'Potter' and a Slytherin, 'Prince'. He...might not have thought this through.
Rating. M (-seriously, note that. If I get a flame later on because you see some shit you don't want to see I am going to mock your intelligence and your reading level. Harshly. I may even call your mother names and insult your manhood. I beg your pardon ladies. ;) )
Warnings: Violence. Mental and Emotional Abuse. Emotional Manipulation. Characters with flexible morals. A Harry encourage from a young age to think independently and form his own opinions. Other magical schools. Demon and Magical Creature culture. Pureblood politics. Verbal Sparing. Possessed Diaries. Cunning criminals. Time Travel. OCs.
AN: Hi there. I'd make a bunch of excuses about why I've been gone, but I am far too lazy to engage in such nonsense. Let it be known I became caught up in my brother's life for a bit helping him get situated. On the bright-side I have an obscene amount written out for both Alchema, and Very Bad Boys. I'll try to spread out postings evenly. No promises. Ever. If I do give a promise in the future just remember that I am a filthy liar folks. Cheers.
Feel free to ask questions if there is something or someone you would like to see or know more about.
-Pseudonymous
Oh, you tell me to hold on
Oh, you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong
That night Hadrian stayed up with Lady on the Astronomy tower. He ignored her obsessiveness. He ignored the impossibility of her apparition to the tower. In return she pretended she hadn't yet again saved his life. They talked about their movements since they'd last seen each other in person. They did of course communicated by mail everyday with several conversations going on at once and often sent each other spur of the moment letters during the day or night. Seeing one another in person was different somehow. There just seemed to be so much more to say. By the end of the night Hadrian had reevaluated his plans at Hogwarts, reminded himself he was there to experience the wizarding world from two different perspectives to decide whether he wanted to take part in it or return to The Viridian and only play in the wizarding world instead. Like Lady did. Which really didn't sound bad but Lady urged him to complete his mission and make his choice as well-informed as he might.
He decided, and Lady supported it, to allow his personas to have more control. He had done exceedingly well thus far and there wasn't any reason he couldn't allow them to have more control during the day so he could sit in the background and focus on other things. It was ease his stress and enable him to get things finished quicker. He would become, in essence, the 'conscience' of his personas during this time. Lady admitted she did this herself though she wouldn't reveal whether 'Lady' was her true self or an alternate. She only said that in the end it would be obvious.
He didn't know why she couldn't just say 'no' like everyone else.
The first steps he needed to take moving forward were first to make sure he was never cornered alone like this again. While he had above average control of his powers for one of his kind, whatever that was as Lady hadn't told him yet, and good magical strength for a wizard of his age Hadrian was still weaker physically. In this respect Lady empathized with him. She herself wasn't strong and had to resort to flashy displays of power and playing with words to get her out of tight situations on occasion. It wasn't idea but it was best to be ready if one did get in such a scenario. She politely refrained from mentioning the events of the night prior to the conversation were such that this sort of preparation would have been useful.
Hadrian's Gryffindor needed to branch out more and meet more people, he could get into circles his Slytherin couldn't. Not yet. And his Slytherin needed to affirm his place in Slytherin politics. The novelty of his title and associations wouldn't hold forever. Putting all of that aside, there was also the matter of the reports he'd received from both Eridanous and Edanaithne about a third floor corridor and a professor who held conversations with himself while walking about said corridor...
"W-w-what is t-that you're reading Prince?"
Silently, the child held up his book a bit higher without taking his eyes off the page. Quirrell tilted his head and read the title aloud.
" How to Rule the World: Volume three."
He raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin who shrugged, still not looking directly at him.
"The title is pretty much self-explanatory." The small Slytherin stated in the slow, quiet voice he was known for.
A page turned and the first year didn't say anything more. With a suppressed smile the turbaned man sat backwards in the chair across the table, arms laid across the top. He studied the boy across from him for a moment, listening to the sound of turning pages.
"You're n-not being very subtle with your hobbies Mr. Deorum." He pointed out curiously, throwing his speech impediment almost as an after-thought.
The boy crossed his legs, tilted the book to look at his teacher and leaned back. "I see no reason to hide my love of reading. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I would have made a lovely Ravenclaw I imagine."
"Too much Slytherin in you I suppose."
Prince gave a small smile. "Fancy that. You're not bothering with a stutter."
"Fancy that."
"Too much Slytherin in you I suppose?"
Quirrell grinned.
They sat together amiably, teacher and student, for the afternoon. Occasionally they spoke to each other about the books they were reading which sometimes sparked debate between them. The young Slytherin appeared to delight in these. Eventually in one of their more animated debates they attracted an audience of Prince's Politics and Studying group. They were seated near by not long after Quirrell arrived but had left them alone until now.
"Prince! Prince! Prince!"
"I see what you're saying but you don't think it's wrong to supply the information where someone could use it for the wrong reasons?" Qurriell demanded.
"I'd need a definition of 'wrong' for both of these examples. Teaching someone to use a gun isn't wrong, if you will forgive my muggle terminology, selling someone a gun isn't wrong. You can't control what the person does with the information and fear of the possibilities is a waste of everyone's time and an unfair deprivation of information."
"So it's wrong to arm people and give them the opportunity to hurt one another?"
"Prince! Prince! Prince!"
Prince scoffed and waved his hand dismissively. "I could hurt you will a quill! Or my hands alone. Should my quills be taken, or my hand removed simply because I hold that knowledge?"
"I do think that would be extreme yes."
More students gathered. A light-haired Hufflepuff handed out smuggled in candy like ti was popcorn in a muggle theatre.
"Any anyway," Prince continued as if his teacher hadn't said anything, "taking them away his easy. Avoiding the problem altogether is easy, but it doesn't fix the problem."
Quirrell propped his chin on his hand. "The Headmaster would argue that we must choose between what is right and what is easy."
"With all due respect that is utterly, and nearly revoltingly, convenient manipulative propaganda. What is right and what is easy? Rubbish! What is right and wrong is similar to what is true and what is not. Just like the truth, what is right is always right and what isn't true remains untrue just as what is wrong remains wrong, regardless of its...convenience. We can pretend otherwise to our hearts content, I won't deny that's always an option, but playing make-believe doesn't change reality no matter how long you play the game. Those who choose to believe their imaginings over reality have a delightful label. It's called Insanity."
"Prince! Prince! Prince!"
Some Ravenclaws began taking notes as they would during a lecture in class. After a moment the Slytherins did as well while the Griffindors bribed the Hufflepuffs into taking notes for them.
"And who chooses which is right and wrong in your world?"
"Don't be stupid. We know, usually without having to think about it, if what we do is right or wrong. It is justifying our motivations to the self-righteous sheep of the world which is where things get tricky. Whom they choose to believe chooses what is right and wrong that day. Same as any other world I think."
Quirrell smirked then checked his watch. "It is time for us to go to dinner. I think I like you Prince. Would you like to meet up and argue again sometime?"
"I would. Would you like to join in on my study group from time to time? We can keep your speech tendencies to ourselves I think." Violet eyes glanced over their audience, all of whom gulped and nodded.
"I would."
Quirrell was then on seen wearing what may have been a Team Prince shirt under his teacher's robes but no one had managed to confirm or deny it thus far.
Gringotts had never been so popular. In the last few months Lady Arcana Deorum had become politically active for the first time. People who'd had no interesting in wizarding government found themselves coming to meetings of the wizengamot, coming to debates. They came to watch what Lady did next. And they came to see her and her supporters have their, now seemingly traditional, confrontation with Albus Dumbledore and his supporters in the inner lobby of the Bank afterward.
Like today.
Lady smiled fondly and examined her nails. "I adore The Golden Rule! Have you heard of it? No? It's more of a Muggle thing I suppose."
Silence.
"It goes like this-" she paused and gave a stage whisper to the 'spectators', "Let's see how many of you can guess where I'm going with this."
Dumbledore's lips thinned but he gave no other sign of his disapproval.
She cleared her throat dramatically, "'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.' Delicious isn't it? I follow it almost religiously. I hope God forgives me for that bit of blasphemy. You see, you'll never see me insult somebody first. I never throw the first stone. No, I just give them what they've shown me they want. Obviously they desire to be treated this way...and I desire to indulge them."
Dumbledore was wrong about why she was dangerous.
She was dangerous because she was so like-able. She'd stab you in the back with the knife she told you she had. She'd even sharpen it in front of you. That's what made her dangerous. Lady was admitting, to a large crowd, that anyone who tried to move against her would find themselves under the punishment of her displeasure. She was admitting to hurting people. Blackmailing people. Crushing them. She was admitting it. And no one even twitched. This was...masterful.
"That hardly excuses your actions."
"I wasn't trying to excuse them. That would require catering to your opinion."
Dumbledore smiled and spread his arms. "There are many who value my opinion."
"Yes, well, all opinions are not created equal."
Rodolphus didn't see what started it but he smiled smugly at those around him from his place to the left of Lady. Lucius was not present today, leaving him in the position of advisor. Not that Lady needed it really.
"Even if I were not well-known I would still be entitled to my opinion."
"I am quite certain you'd manage to have it heard. But I am incapable of caring about your opinion. Or even pretending to for the sake of politeness. Pretending to care about your opinion would imply that your opinions matter. That you matter. But you do not and I am nothing if not honest. What matters is the publics beliefs about the worthiness of your opinions...and beliefs can be persuaded."
The twinkle eyed politician raised his chin. "If I feel it is for the greater good of the public then yes I do go to lengths to make my opinion heard. I do not do it for my good but for the good of others. I do what I must for the betterment of all and will always attempt to do so, without or without public favor."
"Those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience."
His smiled widened. "A perfect world is always frightening to those who've never experienced such a life of general contentment and safety. An Eden. A Utopia. And if the rules are harsh it is similar to spanking a child is it not? It's for their own good. They need to learn to obey the laws of the whole in order to ensure stability. Happiness."
"On a side note Albus...is it possible the perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe got so boring that eating the Apple was justified?"
"That is a dangerous question."
"It's a dangerous world."
Choosing to avoid the question altogether the old wizard cast his eyes at the crowd around them. "Miss Arcana here harbors a fondness for the dangerous.
"You know me Albus, I've never feared death or dying."
"With as many times as you've been 'dead' I think anyone would overcome that particular fear." Dumbledore stated wryly.
Lady grinned.
"You learn things though. Coffins are well and good but I've found prefer a bit more space. It's hard to breathe underground and I have claustrophobia already without the whole enclosed-space-six-feet-underground thing going on. I suppose that's why the Nigrum Cor often live in vast estates above ground. The wild ones always like more space to go with their love of freedom."
"You would know far better than I."
"Yes, well, that can always be remedied. You really should try it sometime. It's a Hell of an experience. Dying."
He raised a brow. "I'd imagine."
Lady listed things off cheerfully.
"Nothing to distract you, plenty of time to think and an excellent way to cure a fear of the dark. Or feed it I suppose, it really depends on one's perspective. I've always prefered the dark myself."
Dumbledore seized on the comment. "The darkness is perfect cover when you have something to hide."
"You would know far better than I." She smiled sweetly.
"Hypocritical today?"
"No judgments, just giving an observation."
"I know a jury of your peers who would love to offer observations if you're looking." He suggested, beaming.
"Solo Dio mi puo giudicare ora. You are welcome to try in his stead piccolo burattinaio, if you feel you are up to the task."
Rodolphus blinked. Was that Italian or Spanish? He didn't speak either but he knew enough to know some of the words were similar. Serena Zabini would know but he didn't see her anywhere. He'd call it Spanish for now.
"Fate will do it for me, I believe, in good time. And death soon after."
Lady tilted her head and curled a lock of hair around a finger innocently. "Threats? I think you're a little behind Albus. I'm just killing time with a loaded God-complex like I was born to do it. And if I get a little trigger happy it isn't anything personal, I'm not aiming at you because you aimed at me. I'm not that petty. I'm aiming at you because you gave me a target."
"Threats?"
The petite criminal pressed a gloved hand to her heart mockingly. "You've wounded me, love. Sounds like hypothetical rambling, doesn't it?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe." She agreed, the first real smiles either of them had given on evening growing on their faces.
Rodolphus leaned into the crowd nearest him. "Does anyone else have no idea what they're talking about?"
"Not a clue." Supplied Nott.
"I hate it when they do that."
That was not in fact the most entertaining event of the night. After the after politics part as it was thusly, and lazily, dubbed gradually began taking a longer amount of time to end and the richer and more important members of intelligent magical society began giving Gringotts more of their time as a side-effect, Gringotts had taken it upon its self to make it a sort of invite only party. There were drinks served, snacks, light music. Rather nice really considering one showed up in whatever they had worn that day rather than their wizarding best. It was fun to make a game of guessing what people had done that day...and with whom.
It was later in the evening, nearing the end of the party that The Event occurred. Lady, true to her personality, decided she was thirsty and when a sharply dress elected foreign official of some sort grabbed the glass she'd intended to have she snatched it out of his hands, took a sip and informed the man it was quite good and he should thinking about having some. A crowed formed eagerly, though it was all of course very subtly maneuvered with faces of disinterest firmly in place as they not-so-openly eaves dropped and made quiet side comments, while they watched that they pretended no one else could hear.
They were well-mannered people after all. Most of them.
"Do you know who I am?" The official demanded.
"That's a bit of a loaded question." Lady quipped, then downed the rest of her drink. He narrowed brown eyes and stood up straighter, though he already towered over her.
"I am Director Principal at Centro Pará la Investigacion de los Misterios Celestales. You would do well not to tempt me."
The immediate increase in whispering indicated this meant something though Rodolphus, who for Merlin knows what reason never bothered to learn any languages other than the Queen's English and Latin, couldn't figure what exactly it meant. It did reveal to him that Lady was speaking Spanish, or Italian, earlier because she knew this man was here. Which in turn meant she'd wanted to speak with him. And now his head hurt just a bit. Another drink might help with that.
Lady clapped her hands and bounced on her feet excitedly. "I did know that Carlito."
The man, Carlito, stared. Probably because she knew his given name and he obviously didn't have clue what hers might be.
"Is it my turn now? Is it? Do you know who I am?"
He shook his head warily.
"No? Heres a riddle then!"
Rodolphus did his very best not to laugh. Choking on his champagne helped in that endeavor. Nott Senior smacking him on the back absently helped him in his not dying in public endeavor.
"Tis never wise to tempt three people; Death, Fate and the Devil." She held up three gloved fingers childishly, "What you may not know is that to tempt one is to tempt the lot for they keep good company with one another and enjoy making bets in the spaces between their work. I think the universe created me specifically to spite Them. Who am I?"
The Director's face paled, his posture stiffened and he looked significantly more respectful, yet he said nothing.
"Haven't got the answer? Perhaps a hint then. It is for this reason that you, sir, would do well not to tempt me."
Carlito, the important man from Rodolphus might never know where, fingered the medallion hanging around his neck, his eyes flickering to the one around Lady's. He bowed, quick and low, his expression concerned. "No perteneces aqui Tabbris. Que estan buscando para usted."
Lady reached forward and smoothed the wrinkles in his robes in response.
"Cuidar de alma Carlito." She replied softly
Rodolphus made a mental note to start learning Spanish.
During lunch two weeks before the start of the winter break Potter received a letter. This was noteworthy for several reasons. While popular enough anyone who might wanted write him lived at the school with him and had no need, though he did receive the occasional note from Prince as the Slytherin insisted it would help spread rumours about the nature of their relationship. Potter didn't know much about such things so, as he did as the boy wanted and pretended he understood where the other boy was coming from.
It was also noteworthy because select students from all the house were receiving similar small silver envelopes. He noticed that the older students who received them smiled smugly but briefly and stuffed it into a pocket as if nothing had happened. The younger students like him opened it eagerly. Shrugging, he copied Prince, who also received one, and stuck it in a pocket. He and Prince had already made class to skip out of charms, the last class of the day, early, he would question him about it then.
The day passed slowly. Classes were simple for him, as always, and there weren't any good rumours to entertain him. He started up a game of Poker in History of Magic with Finnegan whom he was slowly getting to know. Half the class abandoned their naps and came to watch or play. Potter moved some of the desks into a circle to make it a bit easier. He was surprised to find Neville Longbottom was quite good at the game, the shy boy explained he often played it with his grandmother when she came from society parties and had a bit too much to drink. The class laughed.
Potter spent the rest of the day sitting with Neville and Finnegan in his classes, discovering many interesting things about the along the way, not least of which was that Neville himself had received a Silver Envelope as well.
Half an hour in to Charms the entire class developed an illness. Sort of..
"What was that?" The small teacher asked after the fifth incident.
"A cough." Someone supplied.
Someone snorted.
"And that, a cough as well?" He asked cheerfully.
Neville politely raised his hand. "Yes, I feel less than satisfactory suddenly."
Nott tried to hold his laughter in and resulted it in an actual fit of coughing from lack of oxygen. His face tinted blue. The professor started to look a bit concerned. Potter couldn't blame him. That couldn't be healthy. Then, all over the classroom, coughing, shaking, sneezing. The professor, no doubt believing this to be some sort of horrid epidemic, squeaked and ran from the room to secure the mediwitch.
Instantly the coughing stopped and snickers and laughing erupted.
"Well, that's that."
Potter stood and collected his books.
Prince smirked and gathered his as well. "To the library Potter?"
Unruly hair whisked back and forth in a nod.
"Let's."
Their unofficial leaders in agreement the rest of their year shrugged and joined them, including a sullen Weasley, who, despite disliking the both of them at the moment, and not being a fan of the library or books or reading, would rather join in with the crowed then be the only one left when the professor returned. Being the sole focal point of a teacher's ire was never a clever thing to do and though he was, likely, the brashest of his yearmates, Ron Weasley was not as stupid as he portrayed.
Once safely stowed away in a corner, those who had received their letters, all of them for the first time, opened them. Potter skimmed his at first. It was an invitation to summer trials at The Viridian. Their version of a summer training camp. Only eighty-five magical being outside of The Viridian were contacted each year to participate, and receiving a first invitation did not guarantee a second. At least according to a very excited Percy Weaseley who had received his third invitation. Classes and placement reservations were made in December with books sent for the students to study prior to the start of the trials. They were expected to read them and prepare.
Once Potter confirmed Prince had known from Lady that this was coming and it was legitimate Potter read his letter more throughly. It was nothing like the Hogwarts letter this was much more...impressive. He searched for the offered courses.
Beginning levels (first invitations):
Shift Theory
Word Theory
Magic Crafting (spell crafting)
Wand Lore (Histories including Standard, Sceptre, Staff and Alternative Focus)
History of the common world
Legends
Manipulation (mental)
Manipulation (physical)
Alchemy and Potion Making
Dueling History (Physical Unassisted/Weapon Assisted/Power Assisted)
Introduction to Guilds
Introduction to Syndicates
Introduction to Clans
History of The Viridian
That was a lot to take in. He couldn't believe they offered so much and just for a summer camp! This didn't compare to what they offered if you enrolled in the school fully. Neville whispered to him that his mother had received two invitations and he had them in a box somewhere. Neville didn't live with his parents so he couldn't ask his mother about it. Potter didn't ask why.
Prince, who lived at the bloody school in The Viridian, had his hands full answering questions. Potter smirked at his misfortune, served the lucky bastard right of course.
Schedule:
Lights on 6AM
Bunks made, Pyjamas in basket, Dressed, out of dormitory -630AM (NOTE some classes begin at six. Breakfast will need to be ordered the day prior, you will take your breakfast at five thirty on these days.)
Breakfast ends at 8AM
Morning mini-meal 10AM available in assigned common's kitchen
Lunch: if eating in cafeteria line leaves at five to 12 noon, returns no sooner than 12:20 (common's entrance closes at 12 and reopens at 12:30 unless your line returns sooner)
Afternoon mini-meal 3PM available in assigned common's kitchen
Dinner: if eating in cafeteria line leaves at ten to 5PM, returns no sooner than 5:20 (common's entrance closes at 5 and reopens at 5:30 unless your line returns earlier)
Meditations and Lectures at 7PM (6:30 on Wednesdays)
Lights out 9PM (lower levels) 10PM (mid levels) 11 (Upper Levels) 12/midnight or later (upper level with signed permission/ due to emergency/ due to extra duty/ due to apprenticeship or authorized obligations) regardless of when you actually go to SLEEP you will be out of the dorm by 6:30 like everyone else.
Shower's are fifteen minutes after 3PM or thirty minutes if taken between 9AM and 2:30PM. Must take one a day, must have name assigned to a slot and checked off by CQ or Officer by 8:30PM (last shower slot of day)
Issued pajamas are placed in laundry basket every morning. Washed every day and returned every night. Personal laundry times must be requested and assigned. Limited number per day. May sign up the day prior.
Approved clothing worn within dorm property and Cafeteria/main building as well as classes. Off main campus is under your discretion (mid and uppers only, lower levels do have agreed upon dressed code written up in their first meeting of the year.)
Must be in common's building by 6:30PM. (low levels, 8PM weekends) 9PM (mid level, 10:30PM weekends) 11PM (upper levels, 1AM weekends) Exceptions can be made with proper paperwork, pass, ID or confirmed obligation or medical event.
Friday let out: 2:30PM (guild/clan/syndicate members and apprentices) 3PM to 4:30 everyone else.
Prince launched into a lecture on the creatures of The Viridian as well as the high probability of injury when the structure was not maintained as a result of the harder levels provided. Teenage angst plus sword fighting equals numerous trips to the medical facility. He also pointed out that most of the students there were hoping for an invite into one of the Elite groups who recruited from The Viridian. For those students who didn't live on one of the islands this could be their only shot to get noticed. As such everyone tended to take their studies very seriously. They were their to learn. To get stronger, faster, smarter. They were there to excel. Cedric Diggory, who had appeared shortly after Percy, who had appeared just before Prince's entire study group, was salivating at the thought. Potter wondered if he ought to check the small Slytherin for a magical GPS chip implant of some sort.
Memberships and Ranks
Guild/Syndicate/Clan members and Apprentices get front-of-line for stipend distribution on Fridays, Meals and Trip/Activities. Lesser students can do the same by earning higher colored cards.
Ranking system as follows. Red is lowest, Gold is highest, in order of level in each color. Black is a privilege card and outranks all cards regardless of level (comes with its own rules and obligations).
Red Card. (No extra privileges, minimum curfew, end-of-line)
Yellow card. (restricted privileges, minimum curfew, end-of-line)
Blue card. (Basic privileges, minimum curfew)
Green card. (Open privileges, minimum curfew on weekdays)
Silver card. (open privileges, officer applicable, Aid applicable, Apprenticeship Applicable, minimum curfew on weekdays, front-of-line)
Gold card. (Open privileges, officer required, aide applicable, apprenticeship applicable, maximum curfew, front-of-line)
Black card. (unrestricted, front-of-line)
Guild, Syndicate and Clan members and prospects as well apprentices receive front-of-line regardless of their age, level or card colour.
The fact that Prince was the only one among them to have an apprenticeship was brought up, much to the boy's dismay. It was a sore point with everyone because until they saw him at The Trial no one knew for sure if had earned the position regardless of his age or if he'd been given it because his cousin was the current leader of the d'Arc with the hopes he would grow into it. Potter grinned and took pity on him.
"Hey Prince."
The violet eyed boy looked over.
"Fifty galleons say I get better marks."
Their individual groupies burst out of the woodworks and began arguing. Where they managed to hide was a mystery, more so even when one considered they either wore bright green or bright red shirts showing their affiliation. How they got around the dress code was not a surprise however as many teachers and staff members had the colour of their choice on under their own robes. The points given were very biased in that respect. This entire thing had gotten out of hand ages ago. And now they were given something new to argue over and this wasn't something simple like a test or a Quidditch match that would resolve it's self fairly quickly. The Trials didn't start for another six months. Six.
Several people groaned. Most of them gave in and placed their bets. Potter imagined there would be many rich kids writing home tonight begging for tickets to The Trials. He should probably organize time to train with Prince. It wouldn't do to have all of their peers show up and then make a fool of themselves. Of course Prince had Eridanous and Lady to help him. Maybe he could Ask to borrow them? He didn't want to hurt Edanaithne's feelings but she was a lover not a fighter in every sense of the word and unless he planned to seduce his way to good marks he'd need outside help.
He could save the seducing for OWLs year.
TRANSLATIONS
*Nigrum Cor: Lady is referencing what the wizards call Vampires.
*"Solo Dio mi puo giudicare ora: 'Only God can judge me now'
*piccolo burattinaio: One of many nicknames for Albus. Tiny/Little Puppeteer/Manipulator
*"No perteneces aqui Tabbris. Que estan buscando para usted." Carlito is giving Lady a warning. 'You don't belong here Tabbris. There are looking for you.'
*Cuidar de su alma Carlito. She is wishing him luck with his own problems, which neither of them bring up in this chapter. 'Take care of your soul Carlito.'
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