-8-

One of the many legacies he still had from the Dursleys upbringing, was that he always let his awareness spread out just as he was waking up to make sure it was safe, and he hadn't stopped that despite the Dursleys no longer being a part of his life. It still came in handy, and it was right now.

"….think he's waking up."

Harry sensed someone kneeling near him. "It doesn't look like it. But keep watch over him."

"I couldn't find his wand; is it safe for him to wake up?"

"How many times do you need to be told, Weasley; he's a Uagadou student."

"What's that got to do with anything?" There was overbearing belligerence in his voice.

A sigh, and suddenly Harry, who was rapidly waking up despite not yet opening his eyes, realised that the sigh came from a woman who had a Scottish accent.

"What do they teach you Weasleys as children?" The woman whispered to herself before speaking more loudly. "Weasley, Uagadou students use and practice wandless magic."

"You mean my future husband's going to be powerful?" Another voice, another female, demanded with the kind of voice you would expect from a fangirl.

Future husband? Oh no.

"Yes, yes, Ginny dear, your future husband will be powerful. Very powerful!" Another woman, much older, spoke.

"Don't forget that we need to bring him under our control after what he did to Albus," a thin voice of a man said.

Harry opened his eyes slowly, realising there was no chance of getting more information while he was pretending to be asleep. But as he came to, he realised with a jolt something was wrong. He felt…weak like something was suddenly wrong with his magic. Despite his fears, Harry looked around, seeing four redheads, whose hair reminded him of colourless, faded ginger mops. One of them was a young girl, perhaps a year younger than Harry was. He had no trouble recognising them as Arthur and Molly Weasley, and their youngest children, Ronald and Ginny.

Harry remembered them well enough.

In the chaos he had created in Britain before he'd left for Africa to go to school as Uagadou, Harry had learnt Dumbledore had sealed up his parents' will made himself illegally his guardian, and sent him to the Dursleys, gleefully ignoring the instructions Lily and James left behind, saying clearly he was not to spend even an hour at Number 4. While Dumbledore was at it, he and the adult Weasleys had drawn up a marriage contract between himself and their youngest daughter Ginevra.

Harry remembered the details well enough, but what had infuriated him the most and made him question the morals of the elder Weasleys and Dumbledore was what made them write it out just a couple of days after his parents were murdered!

The last he'd heard, the accusation of line theft had practically destroyed the Weasley family. The older Weasley boys had renounced their names. They had moved away to shake off the shame and the scandals, but Molly and Arthur had been forced to stay with their younger brood.

Ginny had been brainwashed from an extremely young age to believe she and the Boy Who Lived would marry, and damn Harry's private beliefs and hopes.

Ron had even proudly boasted one day he would be rich, and Harry Potter would be a slave to his sister.

He had barely managed to get out of Hogwarts with his skin intact. But the last he had heard about the family was they had been held for questioning into any more illegal activities, but beyond that, they had just gone back into the shadows to think again.

Harry looked around slowly, not really surprised to see the members of the Order of the Phoenix there. It was a relief that Sirius was not here, but he had been shown pictures of Remus Lupin. The sickly-looking werewolf worried him. Didn't he know by fighting the wolf, he was essentially killing himself? Harry was a bit surprised by all of this. He had been on holiday in the MACUSA where he was spending some of his quality time with his relatives. He had discovered long ago he had family in the MACUSA, and while it had been tempting for him to go to them and live in America and become an Ilvermorny student, Harry chose his own path but he was on good terms with them. And they were proud of his accomplishments already, and he made the effort to visit them whenever he could while he was on his worldwide holidays. He particularly loved it when he visited for Christmas.

His memory returned; it was a little bit hazy and he had trouble recalling all of it since it had all happened so quickly, but he and his cousins had been shopping in one of the MACUSA's magical shopping districts, and then someone brushed up against him…and then he had felt the tell-tale sensations of a portkey activating before he could even do anything about it.

The sudden shock of the portkey's activation and the sudden brutal landing had made it virtually impossible for Harry to maintain any kind of balance, but he dimly remembered spells racing towards him while he was still disorientated. The next thing he knew he was waking up here, and his mood was turning more and more ugly.

"The Order of the Phoenix," Harry didn't bother hiding his displeasure in an otherwise neutral and calm voice.

An old witch approached. Her expression reminded Harry of Petunia whenever he came back sweaty and dirty. "You caused Albus a great deal of trouble, Mr Potter-."

"Peverell." Harry's correction was automatic. Over the years, people had often mistakenly called him Potter, and he had even occasionally thought of himself as Harry Potter, still. When Andromeda came, she had used the name accidentally but apologised later. The Uagadou Headmaster had used it deliberately to remind Andromeda, and all of Britain, that Harry Potter was in Africa now.

But while he didn't mind his friends often making the mistake, never mind his teachers and a few officials unless they were truly familiar with his case, Harry had no trouble correcting these idiots. And he didn't give a damn, not one little bit, how they felt.

"….now, you have to pay," the witch's voice became more clipped as she glared down at him for his rude interruption.

"I had every right to leave, but hold on," Harry suddenly remembered something important; he still felt odd and he didn't like it, but he decided to keep these idiots talking for the time being, "the last I heard, Dumbledore had been executed for his crimes. How come you're here now?"

Dumbledore had been put on trial after a three-year investigation. The ICW had taken custody of the disgraced wizard when his crimes of line theft, stalking, kidnapping, and many others came to light. He was finally imprisoned when it was discovered Dumbledore and the dark wizard Grindelwald were discovered in cahoots with one another, but Dumbledore betrayed him, and he was locked up in turn.

When they were younger, Grindelwald and Dumbledore had both plotted to take over the magical and non-magical worlds, for the former he planned to make sure everything stayed the way it was, with encouragement of purebloods marrying muggle-borns or using them as broodmares and unpaid prostitutes to ensure the diversity of their bloodlines.

Dumbledore had kept it secret from Grindelwald since he actually had a liking for muggle-borns and believed some of his policies would make it easier for them to assimilate into the magical world, which had planned on dosing them up full of potions and compelling them, so then when the time came to enact his plans and see them through to their conclusion, they would put on collars and be taken to…the best word to describe them would be farms, where they would be raped in order to breed. It didn't matter to Dumbledore, not one bit that the muggle-borns might have their own plans, their own dreams, to him, they were nothing more than breeding stock.

For the muggle world, it was even more sinister. Dumbledore planned to take over the muggle world after weakening it with potions designed to afflict them with terrible illnesses. After millions died worldwide, the wizarding world would take over and they would be enslaved. While many of the plans appealed to the sickest individuals in the magical world, the ICW had stripped Dumbledore of his magic and knowledge, and then they had executed him. He was too much of a risk to keep alive.

The Order shouted in fury at his words and the reminder that Harry was partially responsible for what happened to their awesome leader. That gave him the chance to try to escape, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, but each time he felt slightly weaker. He was surprised to find the Order hadn't bound him tightly, but then he saw the two cuffs on his wrists. In a thrill of panic, he realised they were magical suppression cuffs. Harry went still, feeling worse than before.

"Do you feel that, Potter? You can't escape us," one of the Weasels guffawed in delight.

Harry ignored him, but he flinched when the girl Weasel approached in what he guessed was a sultry manner. She draped herself all over Harry.

"Mm," she purred, again trying to be more flirty than he actually liked, "you're going to be an amazing husband and daddy to our babies. I've got it all worked out," she went on, "our wedding is going to be the talk of the wizarding world…"

Harry tuned out the redheaded bimbo slut as he checked himself to see that his guns were still there. He sighed inwardly with relief. Never one to take any chances, Harry had trained in secret to use muggle firearms. He'd gotten his hands on a pair of guns and had not modified them with magic so they wouldn't be detected.

The little red slut just would not shut up, but something penetrated his brain. "Hold on, what would you call them?" Harry had to ask when she dropped the names of their children, although if he ever had kids with this thing he would instantly check if they were his.

"Albus Ronald Potter, after your mentor and best friend," the girl was so delusional and out of it, hearing this was madness. Hadn't she known he hated Dumbledore, and he didn't even know her brother and truly, honestly, did not want to? "James and Lily after your parents for our other kids," she nodded as if that was to be expected.

But Harry had no intention of calling any of his kids his parents' names, not even variants but then again he wasn't sure he even wanted to have them. He wasn't sure if he was the marrying type or the type who just had sex and left the mother to face the music, but he had no intention of being with this abomination.

"And what makes you even think I would have kids with you?" Harry didn't bother hiding his disgust.

"You shall, young man. Albus left instructions that you should be taken back to Britain, and you will be marrying my daughter!" The Weasley bitch folded her arms as if that was an end to it.

"Albus says you should be under control; you're a powerful wizard, and powerful wizards have to be on the Light Side."

"You call this good? You kidnapped me, locked down my magic, and told me who my future wife," Harry couldn't hide his disdain for the girl from them, "is going to be, even down to the names of kids who won't even be born. And you have the nerve to say that you are good people."

Lupin shook his head disapprovingly. "I see Sirius has rubbed off on you."

Pleased to have someone to lash out at, Harry turned to him in disgust. "And what about you, werewolf," he had no problems using the man's curse against him, and it worked to get under his skin, as he went tense, "What do you get out of this, and what makes you think my parents would approve?"

He only asked that to remind the man of who his friends had been, so he was stunned when Lupin scoffed.

"What makes you think I care about your parents?" The werewolf demanded.

"What?" If he could just keep them talking a moment longer...

"I put up with a lot from your father, Harry. I was there for all of his pointless pranks. Sirius nearly betrayed me when he purposefully made sure to tell another student who was following how to reach me after I'd transformed away from the school, but Albus said once you were under our control, you would gladly give us some of your inheritance."

Harry blinked in shock. No, surely he hadn't…but he had. The werewolf was serious.

"….Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Are you truly being serious? That's it? That's why you kidnapped me, because of the Potter family's wealth? You do know I've been with werewolves, and there's even one teaching at Uagadou, right? Did you know she's one of the nicest people I know, and that she owns her own businesses? Oh, but of course, you won't do that, will you, you pathetic furball since you use it as a crutch. You can't be bothered to work for a living? You can't be bothered trying to make names for yourselves in the world, and you think it's best if you steal from an orphan?" Harry was disgusted. "I've seen a lot of this world, you know. I've dived in the Mediterranean, swam with merpeople off Madagascar and I've seen mountains. And yet you want to lock me up in a country like Britain, and you just want to steal my family fortune. You people are pathetic."

Suddenly Harry whipped out his guns, grateful they'd been too stupid to not bother searching him. Without caring for the consequences, he gladly began shooting the shocked Order down while he shot two bullets at the cuffs. The cuffs were designed to hold down a wizard's magic, they weren't designed to take bullets. Once his magic came bursting out, and he used it to summon their own wands and then snapped them to render them as helpless as he had been, Harry gladly and gleefully clicked his fingers near the downed werewolf he shot, and Lupin began choking as he started looking terrible, sweat breaking out over his body as the iron in his blood was transformed via transfiguration fuelled by alchemy into silver nitrate.

As he ignored the choking werewolf, Harry gleefully shot the others. After she'd finished cornering the last ones and killed them all, stone dead, Harry investigated the scene and discovered plans for overthrowing the Ministry of Magic in Britain. He could tell none of this would have worked, but it was painfully obvious their common sense ignored that.

-8-

After making his escape, Harry took the plans and sent them anonymously to the British Ministry, deciding they could deal with it on their own. They would be looking for the Order for a long time, but they'd never find them again since he transfigured them into rocks to throw into the sea to cover his murders up.

His American relatives were just relieved to see him, and his story he was kidnapped but managed to escape was believable since it was largely the truth, but he bent the rules by not telling them about who they were, just describing them as masked individuals, and that he had managed to escape since they had made the mistake of assuming he was hopeless without a wand, but they had fled and taken their people with them when he'd proven his prowess with magic.

Once the ordeal was over, Harry said farewell, and he went back to Uagadou to begin his fifth year there.