Hi everyone, it's Emeralds!
Okay, so last time, I forgot to tell you why Harry, or Raiden, was already of Voldemort's descent. Get this, and make sure you know it cause its IMPORTANT! Harry's mum, Lily is half-blood! Her mother was the only daughter of the Dark Lord Grindelwald, pureblood. Tom Marvolo Riddle chose her to bear his child. When he found out it was a girl, he waited and watched, making sure he would get his heir from his daughter.
You're probably wondering why Harry still called him father?
His heir would be the oldest child, right? That would be Daniel, but Harry had more power than, well pretty much everyone. Harry discovered the mental connection one day, but he has never seen the Dark Lord aside from once at birth, and once on Halloween night. That is why he had to adopt Harry as his son, making sure that he was the Heir.
Now onto the story!
"Freakin' Bastards!" she shouted, struggling to get over the men holding her down. Across from her, her cousin(not by blood) was doing the same.
The Order of Phoenix members had caught them by surprise, on their way home from Riddle Manor. Raiden had noticed first, and started firing a barage of spells onto the members trailing them. Cassidy was shocked for all of one second, and then followed suit. If the reinforcements hadn't shown up, they would've won, but she knew they were done for now. Someone had already forced sleeping potion down her throat, and she saw them do the same to Raiden as her world went black
*REBEL RULES*
When Raiden woke up, he had a headache. That didn't stop him from jumping up and taking in his surroundings, reaching for his wand, and letting an angry aura of magic surround him when he didn't find it.
"RAIDEN!" someone shouted, and he was engulfed in a massive hug curtosy of Cassidy.
"Raiden we thought you were out for good, man, you're the last to wake up." came the ever calm voice of Chris, also known as Flame, or Blaise Zabini to his closest friends.
Cassidy let go of him, and he discovered that Maya and Michael were there too. They were smiling at him from the corner where they were placed, a magical see-through barrier blocking them from reaching each other. Seeing it, Raiden's eyes turned dark navy, battling for black. When he spoke, iced venom dripped off his voice, his words nearly lasping into parseltongue, his rage was palpable.
"Who dared do thisss to usss?" he hissed, and the Rebels flinched. When their leader became like this, they were all silent, for no one, except Rowan, would be spared his wrath should they have the misfortune of being the focus of his rage. Cassidy and Maya could scrape by talking without injury, but not the boys. The girls held pity for them.
Cassidy was closer to Raiden then most, so he would not hurt her, consciously or not. Maya was his sister, in all terms. She was the most protected by all of them, as she was the youngest. She could, however, hold her own in a fight, and didn't appreciate being underestimate and treated like a child. The Rebels knew this very well. The boys were brothers, and Raiden being the youngest, would've been protected just as well. Only one thing stopped that: the fact that he was the most powerful and most talented in magic, and he was fully aware of that, and capable to kick their butts.
"Cousin." Cassidy addressed her cousin, calming him down visibly. "The Order of Phoenix did this. Albus Dumbledore did this. My father and yours protested against it, but his vote overruled theirs. Calm yourself, cousin mine, for you can overpower it."
The others stared at her, and then at Raiden when his eyes returned to normal, and then back at her again. She shrugged.
"It's something you pick up." was all she said.
*REBEL RULES*
They were led out of their room an hour later. When it was shown who opened the door, it took Michael and Chris both to restrain Maya from attacking her former brother, Ronald. Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending how you look at it), Daniel Potter wasn't so fortunate. No one, save Cassidy, had been left to hold the normally calm, collected, and expressionless teen; once he saw his brother, raw hatred had pulsed through his veins, and he charged at his brother.
Everything stopped. Everyone in the room watched with either awe, confusion, horror, or amusement at the fact that Daniel Potter, the 'Boy-Who-Bloody-Well-Won't-Die', was being beaten to a pulp by his supposed younger, squib brother. Cassidy was simply laughing. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs snapped everyone, yes, even Raiden, to people coming. Raiden, rather reluctantly, regained his composure and abruptly stood and walked away from Daniel. His 'shut-up and listen' attitude had returned, and the Rebels knew that anyone attempting to get anything out of him would be badly corrected.
The first person who walked through the door was someone that tested every ounce of patience and control Raiden had. His friends were staring at their leader in incredulity and horror as they witnessed the battle going on inside of him, control vs. instinct. Control: not letting the man get to him, Instinct: letting everything go and attack him. Control won, and the calm, collected and emotionless face on the teenage wizard faced Albus Dumbledore.
This would be interesting…were the thoughts of everyone in the room.
*REBEL RULES*
"Dumbledore." the teen in black growled.
"Ah, hello Harry!" he said cheerfully, not aware that he had just pissed off the most powerful wizard in history.
Whoever said, 'What you don't know can't hurt you.' was coughing up shit, Raiden thought, 'Cause this old coodger is gonna get it for calling me Harry.
"My name is NOT Harry." he growled.
"Nonsense, my boy, that's the name your parents gave you! I was there when you were born, child. 11:59pm on July 31st, 1981, seconds before midnight." he informed them. Cassidy snorted.
"Right, like we didn't already know that." she said unconcernedly. Dumbledore looked over her. She felt him poking her with legilimency, more than that, Raiden felt it too. And he went into a rage without anyone but the Rebels knowing it.
"You are invading privacy, Dumbledore." Raiden growled, slipping into a tone of chilled venom, similar to earlier, when he nearly lapsed into parseltongue. Dumbledore, on his part, looked shocked that he could sense it when it wasn't done to him.
"I'm sorry, my boy, but security is tight these days with the Dark Lord rising and murdering people..." he began to reply, but stopped when he felt the power radiating off of the boy in front of him. The people in the hallway crowded around the doorway in an attempt to see what had shocked the headmaster into silence.
"Don't you dare finsssh that line, headmassster." he threatened in the same tone, only more venemous, "Don't you dare inssult him. Don't you dare talk about thingsss on which you have no sssay or knowledge of." he hissed.
The people in the doorway were so shocked at the venom in the boy's voice, the statement didn't register until a moment later. That moment, however, gave them time to collect their composure inside the door. Before anyone could say anything else, a shout rag through the house, though the speaker was right outside, and pushed passed Dumbles to get inside.
"Pup! Princess!" shouted Sirius Black, enveloping his godson and daughter in a giant hug. A hush had fallen over the crowd as another figure made its' way to the front.
"Son?" a hesitant, but excited voice asked. Hazel eyes met emerald ones. There was no sound whatsoever, as father and son stared at each other. Even the other Rebels noticed something was up.
When Raiden saw James Potter, all his memories came flooding through his mind. Never, had his dad ever tried hurt him. He had stood up for him against his mother and Dumbledore. He had always thought of Harry as well. And a year after Harry had disappeared, he had divorced Lily and disowned Daniel, although the latter was able to keep his name, he no longer was heir, and couldn't access the family funds. But Harry was still on the family tree. He was no the heir, and his father had already sent millions of adds through the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler, asking him to come home, but that he wouldn't force him to. Now his father was standing in front of him, staring at him: confused as to why he was there, overjoyed that he was there, and worried that he wouldn't accept his apology. But all his worries were cancelled out.
"Dad." he whispered, the ghost of a smile on his face.
With a cry of delight, James Potter engulfed his missing-now found-son. The Rebels smiled softly at their leader, all thinking the same thing: He deserves a family the most out of all of us. No one should go through what he did.
"Dad," Raiden muttered, "these are the Rebels. Maya," he said, gesturing to the redhead, "Michael," to the blond sitting next to her, "Chris," to the Italian looking dark-haried boy, "and Cassidy." to the girl in Sirius's arms. But before James had a chance to respond to his son, a loud, female voice made itself known from down the stairs.
"JAMES POTTER, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON!"
And there you are.
Hope it sped up a little.
Now, I'm going to warn you guys that there might not be any updates soon, I have an engineering camp to attend. I also want to know if I'm speeding the story up to much, and if you want me to take it slower.
No flames please!
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Emeralds :)