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AN: -Hides behind Hariel- Sorry my loyal minions… I mean…ok loyal readers I dropped my lap top and broke my hard drive and had to send my lap top to the computer hospital (best buy) to get a new hard drive they were unable to save anything off my old computer so I lost all my Hariel notes along with the chapter for Hariel I had ready to send to my beta, another story I was going to publish and everything else. So This chapter is late late late but its an update so don't kill me!

AN: Also Hariel is being uncooperative so I have been wrestling with it

AN: Thanks to you few people that reviewed funny how my story gets so many views and is on so many alert and favorite lists I have so few reviews in comparison. HINT HINT WINK WINK

Hariel was never going to miss Frau again, nope nuh uh. How he could even miss him in the first place was now beyond him. He must have suffered from temporary insanity during his albeit short captivity. Yes! That's it! He would always claim temporary insanity when it came to him ever admitting even if only to himself that he missed the damn pervert.

The man was a menace. There was absolutely no doubt about it. The fact that he and Hariel had 'kissed' if you can call falling against a person's lips a kiss, seemed to have emboldened the bastard. He really wondered if the Chief of heaven had a screw loose when he chose this idiot as Zehel. Honestly what god chose a pervert as one of their earthly representatives? A crazy one.

Hariel added that to the list of things to rant to the chief of heaven about when he was put the rebirth cycle thing. HELL, he had a complaint list a mile wide now. Stupid egoistical god's and their annoying choices that seemed to be made for their own freaking amusement. Speaking of which, he was going to sue fate for fucking with him so much. He hated that bitch in his own world, add the facts of this world.. That bitch was dead plain and simple.

** In heaven**

The chief of heaven had a violent sneezing fit while speaking with a soul about to be reincarnated. Someone was speaking or thinking very ill of him indeed. These things normally did not happen as he had become mostly immune to the mortals cursing him. Plus he did not get colds. After the reincarnation of the soul, as a chipmunk, he regally stuck out his bottom lip and contemplated the situation… gods did not pout after all.

**With Fate**

Fate shivered violently. It felt like someone had walked over, jumped up and down on , then decided to throw a dance party on her grave. Someone was furious with her. She wondered who she had pissed off so badly now. Maybe her twin sister destiny was right.. Maybe she was a bitch? She snorted, of course she wasn't a bitch she was absolutely perfect.

**Back with Hariel**

Thankfully they were nearly done with the tavern work. They were actually packing now. Teito, Frau and Capella were heading off who knows where, while he was headed to Hakuren having sent the order to Guren to kill the traitor and disband the resistance for a while. Those of the inner circle knew to head to various points where they would run much lesser known branches of the resistance from farms and the like. Keeping a low profile for now. Not that any of them were complaining. They had managed to find the traitor and 'persuade' him in the nick of time to tell them when they were going to be raided, where and how much they knew.

They were damn lucky. Ninety five percent of the places were set to be raided and the others were being raided as they spoke. Thanks to Guren they were able to save as much as they could, blow up what they could not, and only lost a couple hundred men and women to the military. Hariel offered up a prayer for those captured, knowing that after torture they would be publicly executed, and as things were now the resistance did not have the ability to save them. They were dangerously close to the whole organization collapsing as it was. They were low on food, water, and medical supplies, not to mention weapons for those who could not use zaphon. All in all things were looking grim.

The land lady had unexpectedly given him some money for his work in the tavern. He had also picked up some tips from some customers. The giggling girls at the tavern told him it was to entice him so stay and all the tips came from admirers. Needless to say Hariel threw his bags on the back of his hawkzile and floored it as soon as he sat on it. He needed to get away from the evil known as fan girls.

Once out of the city Hariel painstakingly used wandless magic to change his hair from black to red and from curly to straight. When he came to a stop that night at an inn he also ,for good measure, cut a foot from his hair making the length just above mid back instead of the almost thigh length it had been. He then bound his hair in a firm yet still relaxed braid. He really didn't need a headache on top of everything else.

The next day he had arrived in a large town near the border of the first district. There he 'liberated' a high quality personal servants uniform, and using magic he embroidered the Oak family crest on the right breast with crimson silk thread. All he had to do now was hide his Hawkzile indefinitely get to the palace and slip into character.

Hariel scoured the wild area out side the town the next day and found a cave which he hid his Hawkzile in and put various wards around the area to protect it, as well as several stasis spells to keep the machine in top condition. He then donned his uniform, put some light charms on the collar he wore to make it look like the standard issue collar for Oak sklaves and tied a black ribbon at the base of his braid. Then taking his ID card he changed it to the proper identification he would need. After slipping into the mind set and mannerisms and a meek and subservient sklave boy he was ready to go and apperated to an abandoned building that once was a stop for runaway sklaves set up by the resistance before they found a better location. Giving himself the once over in a cracked mirror he assumed his current identity and walked out of the dilapidated building. Seamlessly blending in with the crowd.

It was pathetically easy to trick the guards into thinking he was the personal sklave of Hakuren Oak. Of course he did have the correct collar, papers, and uniform with the Oak crest embossed on it, but come on! It would be just as easy for an assassin to get these things and go right on in and kill the royals. Idiots! These people they called 'elite guards' needed their heads examined. They were probably dropped on their heads multiple times as children on top of being born stupid.

Hariel let none of his internal thoughts show on his face. He was after all keeping up a meek and subservient demeanor. He wasn't about to ruin his cover due to the astounding stupidity of these people. Though Hariel personally thought they should be brought in for study. If the world kept producing people like Shuri Oak and these two it was undeniable proof that the human race was devolving into monkeys thanks to the noble's inbreeding.

Hariel couldn't help but see the irony in the situation. The royal guards themselves had practically invited him in. They barely gave him or his credentials a glace before sending word to the young Lord Oak that his personal sklave was there. They really should find it odd that a sklave would show up of their own accord, and not brought with their master or at least delivered.

That was the problem with these people. They saw sklaves as so beneath them that they didn't consider them a threat. They didn't even think twice that the sklave they had just invited in was for instance a trained assassin… hell he was the fucking leader of the resistance he rallied people to rebel against the authority of the empire and these people could easily arrest him and gain enough money and status for their family to live comfortably for several generations. But no! They practically invited him in and asked him to undermine the empire authority from under them.

Hariel couldn't help but internally sulk. Where was the fun in infiltrating the royal palace if he didn't even have the slightest difficulty getting in! As far as Hariel was concerned all idiots like this should be banished and given their own set aside kingdom. That way idiots and their followers that wanted power could run themselves into the ground and the rest of humanity wouldn't have to suffer the migraine of people like Fudge.

The idiots infecting the world aside, things went smoothly once Hakuren came to the place gate gave Hariel a dismissive glance thanked the guards and calling Hariel to him. Quick and simple. Once they were in Hakuren's private quarters and Hariel laboriously set up silencing wards around the room. One he had Hariel let Hakuren know the state of things. Once Hariel summed things up he turned to Hakuren and gave him a uncharacteristically serious look.

"Things are at a crucial point here one mistake and the resistance will fall to dust. The people who were captured are being publicly executed tomorrow. It will be in view of the imperial palace, in fact they will have the best view out of every one as its being held on the parade ground out in front of the palace. I can't help my comrades but I won't pretend it isn't happening." Hariel said quietly.

"You know if your men recognize you they could point you out to save their own skin. You'll be on the platform with them and there will be nothing I can do to help, They might even put me up there." Said Hakuren his face grave.

"No one will recognize me . The only reason you did was I described my disguise to you. But aside from my comrades I need the intelligence that can be found here. No one looks twice at a sklave." Here Hariel gave a wicked grin "The sklave know everything"

And with that Hariel took down the wards and assumed his roll. Hariel feel seamlessly into the role of Yuri the meek and docile sklave boy.

Hariel became a model sklave in an instant. While acting as Yuri he kept his eyes lowered, and spoke in a soft submissive voice to any one who spoke to him. Every task assigned to him was done perfectly and promptly. Hakuren was a little bemused that with in the first week people were offing money for Hariel's purchase. It was in that moment that Hakuren decided that Hariel was definitely in the wrong profession. He should have been an actor not a resistance leader. He certainly would have a very comfortable and easy life as one. Hariel could act his way out of his own execution, and if that failed talk his way out.

All in all it was a little creepy how as soon as they got to his rooms Hariel would throw up the wards and Yuri would instantly melt away to be replaced by his true self the instant they were secure. Also Hariel was going to run up one hell of a bill for paper if he kept writing down everything important he over heard during the days at the palace. Though there was no denying he had some really good information.

Hariel had gotten accurate troop positions, numbers and travel routs from the courtiers in the upper ranks of the military. Thanks to that information he also found new locations for reforming some the resistance bases. He had also by listening to the empire economy buffs found places to hit with the resistance to start crippling the economy. All he needed to find and safely get away with was the eye of Mikhail. However if he so much as touched it the wars inside would fight for dominance with this nymph side to try to get at the human in him. Which would culminate in extreme pain and energy leaching not a good combination. The best course of action would be to find the eye and pass the information onto one of the ghosts.

Hariel wasn't risking his life or his soul so recklessly. He had long out grown the blind foolishness he had called Gryffindor bravery. You could be cautious and still be brave. It had only taken him being thrown in to a different dimension and sklavery to find that out. Well better late than never right?

All the information gathering aside Hariel hated the royal court. The nobles cruelty was on par if not surpassing that of the death eaters. There was a old noble who collected jade eyes. He bought sklaves with that eye color only to rip them out and stick them in jars. When he had seen Hariel's emerald eyes he nearly passed out from pleasure and offered Hakuren a ridiculous amount of money for Hariel.

Then there was the princess's Aunt Granne. The woman was deranged. She was constantly getting new pets… the pets being heavily muscled male sklaves with 'interesting' faces. Meaning they looked as bad as she did. She enjoyed forcing these men to crawl on all fours with a heavy collar and chain on them. Other than that they wore nothing but a loin cloth. Their collars were always to tight and she purposely moved quickly causing them to have to pant and wheeze for breath. She always referred to them as "it" and delighted in showing them to the Princess then when the princess tried rebuking her for her cruelty she would speak about how she had 'gotten rid' of the last one because of her comments.

It was even worse when one of these pets had been someone he once knew. One of the men had been a gentle giant similar to Hagrid. He had been in charge of the Oak family stables at one point during Hariel's enslavement to the Oak family. Then the man had been sold. Hearing the Princess's words to the vile woman once again almost made him clench his fists in anger. He knew she was trying to help but didn't she see she was making it worse for the man. Once Lady Granne had left Hariel did something he had yet to do as Yuri. He spoke to the princess.

"My Lady Princess* if I may be permitted to speak if it pleases you" said a meek and obviously sad Yuri to Princess Ouka looking at the ground and trying valiantly not to fidget. Inside however Hariel was angry at this girl.

The Princess smiled at him. "You may speak freely Yuri." She said gently.

"With all due respect Lady Princess" Began Hariel in his Yuri persona "Please do not ask Lady Granne to stop what she does. My Lady Princess is only making it worse for Lady Granne's pets!"

Princess Ouka was shocked while her ladies in waiting were yelling at him. But Hariel still in his Yuri persona continued on in a , to them anyway, surprising show of back bone.

"You don't understand! Lady Granne is doing that Purposely! It bother's the Lady Princess which is what she wants and gives Lady Granne a reason to be even crueler to her pet. The sklave that is her current pet was my friend before he was sold a few years ago!" Hariel could not stop the tears from falling from his eyes thinking of the kind man he had known being reduced to such a state.

"You're only making it worse for him" He finished in a shaky whisper.

His bold speech had taken the Princess and her ladies by surprise. Hariel realizing that he had gone a little too far while in this cover immediately changed his reactions. His face became a look of shocked horror at his 'audacity' and he threw himself to his knees begging pardon from the Princess, her ladies and his 'master'. He even went so far as to think of something that had him shaking with fear, the little know gift he had received from Dumbledore years ago, a neon orange and bright yellow monstrosity of a robe with neon pink kittens playing with neon blue yarn, all animated. So as to make it credible with the Princess's pet dragon.

The Princess has kneeled in fount of him, genuinely shocking him and apologized to him for not realizing sooner. She even went as far to ask for his forgiveness for her thoughtlessness. Hariel had been shocked. Then after recovering his opinion of the Princess had increased ten fold. She reminded him of Neville. Who while not sure of how to act and thus timid had a heart of solid gold and just needed the courage to act on her beliefs.

When 'Yuri' had gotten over his shock and stammered something along the lines of their was no need for a Princess to apologize to one such as himself. The Princess and her ladies smiled at him apparently his Yuri persona was infectious in his embarrassed flushed state of shock and awe.

Aside from that incident 'Yuri' didn't speak out much but just watched and listened to the atrocities of the royal court. He couldn't go a day with out hearing about the sklave arena. Which like the Roman coliseum was for gladiatorial matches. Though unlike the coliseum the fights were always to the death. In Roman times of his world good gladiators were to expensive to fight to the death all the time*

The favorite pairing to fight to the death which were the worst were close family members. Such as brother and sister, parent and child. Hariel heard that identical twins were a special treat. Hariel of course balked at the idea. Hearing about he identical twins had immediately had his mind substitute Fred and George being put into such a situation. It was something unfathomably wrong and against the laws of nature.

To Hariel these nobles in a few weeks had become a evil on the same level as Bellatrix. They enjoyed others pain and death for their own sick enjoyment. They did such things for no other reason then they just could. It was sickening to watched how depraved humanity could become if given absolute power over other humans. At times it made Hariel glad he was no longer human. At others it made his heart clench. Humanity had such capacity for good. The sad fact was they had the same capacity for evil as well. It seemed to be the balancing act of every dimension. You could not have one with out the other it was impossible. What Snape had said in their 6th year was correct. Evil was a many headed monster. Once you sliced off one head another more evil one grew back in its place. That is all life was. A never ending dace between good and evil light and dark. Never stopping ever moving. This is what life was.

Apart from the depravity of the courts entertainment activities was the sheer amount of intrigue and the race to seek favor in the court. It reminded Hariel of his history lessons back in muggle school. How medieval and renaissance courtiers killed each other to gain favor. At least once a day a food item or drink of the princess was found to be poisoned and had to be replaced. Everyone of the princess's ladies food was found to be poisoned at least one a week and even Hakuren had to get a new dish once or twice.

People were trying to kill each other left right and center. Just to get a little a head of the other in status, money and in royal favor. People were constantly stabbing each other in the back. In the first month Hariel had been in court at least five people had died of poison and two had been out right murdered. Court life was a deadly dance. A game to these people, only when you lost the game you paid with your life.

Though perilous the stay at court was turning out to be a fruitful one. Using a notebook he had enchanted to send messages to Guren. What he wrote disappeared and reappeared on the twin note book. Hariel was able to direct the moves of the reforming resistance as if it were a chess game using the latest information gathered at court. Doing all this while keeping all suspicion off himself. Who would honestly think the meek and subservient sklave boy could do such things. Especially if he was always with his master?

Needless to say the new rebellion was flourishing. It was no where near as strong as it once had been but it was only a matter if time before it was ,once again, a force to be reckoned with. Hariel had come to the decision that the resistance would not openly strike until Teito was ready to openly make his move against the Empire. He was after all Teito's vassal.

Luckily for Hariel's sanity since he was masquerading as Hakuren's personal servant, he got to follow him where he would follow the princess to. If it weren't for these excursions out of the palace Hariel probably would have committing mass homicide by now. Him being in close proximity to people so like death eaters was bad for his mental health.

When Hariel found out that in the next few weeks they were all going to a hot springs resort in the fourth district he was understandably excited. True he was going as a sklave, but he was sure Hakuren would allow him to have a soak, under the pretence of serving him refreshments in the bath. A noble would never peel their own citrus* after all and having it pre peeled dried it out. If worse came to worse he could use the excuse of pouring tea and sake.

Over the next few weeks Hariel packed his and Hakuren's luggage, helped the princess and her ladies sklaves pack for them and generally used the chaos to speak with other sklaves. A Luxury not many sklaves had especially in this environment. With in the week they were ready, packed and on their way to the fourth district for a month long much needed vacation.

AN:

* 1 Lady Princess was a formal way for servants to address a princess in Medieval and renaissance times. Slaves would almost always address royalty as such because unlike servants they had no rights. Better to be very formal and cautious than be tortured to death for pissing someone off.

*2 records have shown that Gladiators were indeed very expensive and thus uneconomical to fight to the death every day for generic games. It was only on important occasions, or big celebrations that gladiators would fight to the death, and even then they could be spared. The only guaranteed deaths in the coliseum every day were executions of criminals and animal hunts.

*3 The Japanese have snacks from floating treys at hot spring resorts. One of the foods they serve is fresh citrus as it is very refreshing in a hot bath. They also drink sake and tea. Though I am not sure as to if the tea is hot or cold, I think it would be the person who decides.