Lord Lumen Chapter One, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (it belongs to J.K Rowling). This is just for fun and no profit would be made off it.

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Little Whinging, Surrey_

Harry stayed quiet and guided the power in him that the bishop had called faith and forced it into his mind deeper than any living force could have reached.

He slipped into a trance. His body went limp and he fell back on the soft mattress, supine. The world was no concern to him, his mind was away in a spiritual dimension, surrounded by neighbouring dimensions that reflected each phase of the passing of time. His future was before him as was his past and many other versions of him that composites the existence of his person.

He detached his mind from all the other dimensions and latched it unto the future's. The strong will of his mind that his karate master had helped him develop aided him in directing it to the point he wanted.

A Day Away From The Present.

An ancient man with long white beard and an equally snowy mane was making his way to the church. His pinkish-purple suit presaged his eccentric personality. The man climbed the stairs and entered the building with a grace that belied his apparent elderliness.

He paused inside the church and looked around. Muttering under his breath, he started walking down an aisle, headed for the alter.

The ancient man surveyed the alter. The Cross and the Cherubs intrigued him, the incense made him light headed and he had to blink and shake his head.

"I hope you haven't turned out to be a religious fanatic, Harry Potter," Albus Dumbledore said, sighing.

Harry took a deep breath as he pulled out of the vision. He was getting better at this. He'd never thought he would reach this level. His relatives had dumped him in an orphanage when he was two. An orphanage he spent just a year in. He had been saved from such life by a nun who had seen him and took him away to another center for children. She had felt drawn by his power, she later told him.

They started training him and preparing him for priesthood but one day his life changed. Sofia, the nun that had taken him from the orphanage, had a vision. Sister Sofia never had a fake vision before. She had gone to a Father and told him what she saw. A man with the brightest green orbs and a lightening shaped scar on his forehead, hovering in the sky, great white wings sprouting from his back. The man made landing upon the Earth and thousands of an army behind him roared in cries of victory.

Harry was taken from the center and was sent to live with a Father who everyone said was gifted. He lived with the Father and later found out that he was also gifted. His training increased. People came from all over the world to train him but it was all kept behind closed doors. The Father, Father Samuel, told him that there'd be many who may seem to destroy him if they knew his destiny and that even the Vetican may not like what they were doing.

Harry's life changed again when Father Samuel got him a karate trainer. His karate lessons began with the discipline of the mind. For a month he couldn't get the hang of it and then he applied his power. It had felt like nothing he had ever trained for. It had been like the breaking of a dam. Memories of his earlier childhood had become clearer, he became aware of magic, he found out that he was a wizard. These memories sparked something in him and something else broke in his mind. Another person's memories merged with his, the man who had attacked his parents and almost killed his family.

He began to know things and understand what happened to him. When this happened, he used it to his advantage.

He went to Father Samuel and told him that he had gained a power boost to further his destiny. That hadn't been a total lie because he had indeed gained all the power from the soul shard that had been in his scar. He had reached into his core and let go, letting his power wash over the room. Father Samuel had been amazed and Harry told him him what the next step was in their plan for the future.

He told the Priest that he had a vision. A vision about a great power rushing down from heaven for the faithful on Earth. He told him that he saw the power become too much for some and they were lost in it, he told him of how they did rituals to absorb the powers of others and create their own secret worlds for themselves. Harry had continued the story by saying that he had another vision of himself being born to return that power to the rest of the faithful if they let him.

The lie and a little wandless compulsion charm made Father Samuel start eating out of his hands. They formed a team of missionaries to spread the word of his coming around the world and pray for him. Harry also had the Father start up an organization that will act as his warriors in future. His influence spread but he made sure to be as silent as possible for two reasons, Albus Dumbledore and the Vetican.

The former he'd soon be facing and the latter he'd face when it was time. He'd gone to Father Samuel two days ago to inform him that on his birthday he'd be receiving a letter from El Indignus, the name they had given witches and wizards worldwide. He had informed the Father about how important it was to go to Hogwarts. He told him how he must gather those who are worthy for they will need their powers and the Priest had reluctantly agreed that he should go. Harry had promised to remain holy and the Priest had smiled and let go of his worries.

Harry felt sleep coming to his exhausted body. It was always so after taking a peak into the future or past. He fell asleep, already prepared for the coming day.

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Harry felt nothing but amusement but didn't let it show. He had to keep the look of awe on his face. Albus Dumbledore had arrived as he had foreseen and the man had met with Father Samuel and told him about the magical world and Harry being a part of it. The Father had sent for Harry and then Dumbledore had almost ruined years of Harry's planning by trying to obliviate the Father. Harry had stopped him of course, he had told him how he could have drawn the attention of the entire Catholic Church if he did it because others would have remembered Harry but the man that was closest to him wouldn't have.

Father Samuel had almost began shouting about Unworthy people but Harry had used Legillimens to shut him up and calm him down. Not for the first time in his life he was thankful for the memories he gained from Voldemort's soul.

"This is the place," Harry heard the Headmaster say and looked up.

After they left the church, Dumbledore had apparated him into an alley and now he had brought him here. Harry knew where this was but he had to continue the game he started.

"Where are we, sir?"

"See that sign Harry?" Dumbledore pointed at a sign above the door of the dirty inn.

Harry, of course, knew what was written on the sign. He still had to look up though. "The Leaky Couldron?"

"Indeed," Dumbledore answered. "This is where we will enter Diagon Alley from. Come, your family

awaits you inside."

He had been preparing for the drama he'd put into action when this moment came but the old bastard still took him by surprise. It took him a second to pause and change his expression to that of shock. "F... family? The Dursleys are here?"

Dumbledore began walking and Harry had to follow him. "Not the Dursleys Harry," the old man told him. "Your parents and your brother. Follow me, all will be explained soon."

Harry entered extreme drama mode and followed the Headmaster like a confused puppy. They both entered the pub and Dumbledore led him to Voldemort's namesake.

"Tom, my good man," Dumbledore greeted with a smile.

Tom the barman grinned. "Albus, good to see you. Are you here for a drink?"

"Alas this is no time for relaxation. I believe the Potters are waiting for me upstairs."

Tom blinked and a look of realization was upon him. "Ah, well come on then."

The man began to lead them away. He turned back and saw Harry. "And what's your name, young man?" He asked with a jovial smile.

"Forgive me," Dumbledore immediately apologized. "Tom, this is Harry Potter. Harry this is Tom, the owner of the Leaky Couldron."

Tom gasped when he heard Harry's name but before he could speak Harry broke in. "Harrion," he corrected. "My name is Harrion not Harry."

He wondered why Dumbledore kept calling him the name when he told him that he had changed his name after his baptism.

They were in a corridor when Tom said, "I never knew The-Boy-Who-Lived had a brother. Pleased to meet meet you, Mr. Potter."

Before Harry could reply they were standing before a door and Tom was already bidding them goodbye. As the barman walked away, Dumbledore knocked on the door. After a minute it opened and Harry saw a woman of refined beauty, adorned with red wavy hair and eyes as green as his. She looked at the Headmaster and then at him. Some stupid part of him had been expecting her to run to him and hug him but he cursed himself when all she did was open the door wider for them to come in. What was he expecting when she and her husband had abandoned him with her abusive sister.

Harry scowled but he quickly remembered that he was not supposed to know. He shooled his face and Dumbledore entered the room. He entered the room after the old man and waited for Lily Potter to close the door and and looked at the others in it. Sitting on a worn mattress were James Potter and a boy with dark red hair and brown eyes with a v shaped scar on his forehead.

My father and twin, Harry thought amusedly but didn't let it show, instead he said shakily, "Mother? Father?"

Dumbledore conjured a sofa by the side of the bed and sat on it. He stretched his wand to his side and conjured another sofa, gesturing for Harry to sit down. Harry sat down carefully stretching his sense of magic around the room.

Hmmm, five privacy charms. A silencing ward and over a dozen locking spells on the door and window. They must have some important things to tell me.

"So..." Harry started nervously, faking it of course.

The Potter couple made to speak but their son, the savior, beat them to it. "You must feel overwhelmed," he began. "I know you don't know any magic. That won't be a problem because I will guide you. I know everything, you know."

No one had ever done a more awful attempt at first impression to Harry's knowledge even from the memories he had of Voldemort but he couldn't do anything except give a smile.

"You are so kind." Scratching his neck in an attempt to appear shy, he added, "how are you guys alive. I barely remember my time with the Dursleys but the people at the orphanage told me that Vernon informed them that my parents were drunks who died in a car accident and in all this there wasn't any mention of a twin."

His alleged father's face lost colour. "That bastard!" He raged.

Harry knew he was not angered about the orphanage part or his supposed lack of knowledge about his parents being alive. The man was just angry that someone he didn't like called him a deceased ex-drunkard. "Calm down, James." His wife came over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Good thing you didn't grow up there or you might have ended up like stupid Dudley," his brother spoke up.

Harry shook his head sadly. It was almost in irritation. "Why did I have to go there anyway. Why..." He left them to form their opinions of what his next words would have been. All three Potters on the other side of the room looked at the Headmaster to his right. If Harry had been a forgetful person or one unaware of his surrounding he'd have been shocked to notice that the old man was still there, calmly watching the reunion, soundlessly.

The man met the Potters' eyes then Harry's. "It was for your safety as well as that of your family, my boy. You see, years ago there was an evil wizard, called Lord Voldemort," the other Potters flinched incredibly. "He started a war for total domination but some brave men that I'm proud to have led faught against him and his followers. Eleven years ago these two brave Griffindors, your parents, became a thorn in Voldemort's side and he decided to take them off the board. We can only be thankful to whatever forces that were at play for your parents were celebrating Halloween with their comrades and decided to leave you and your brother in the care of a good friend of theirs, Peter Pettigrew. Voldemort attacked but Peter tried to hold him off only to be put under the torture curse. He then stepped over the poor boy and made his way to the room shared by you and your twin. He then tried to kill Arnold only for his killing curse to come back to him, vanquishing him. After then I came with your parents to inspect the scene of Voldemort's death, but when I noticed that there was no body, I immediately knew that he wasn't truly gone. It was quickly decided that should he or his followers come after your family, a safe place was needed. Your mother and I warded her sister's place very tight. As long as a magical person with Evans blood lived there, the house was save. It was decided that you should be the one to stay there. Not only would you be safe from any attack, but your parents would then have enough time to take care of Arnold and prepare him for his destiny. We never would have thought that Petunia Dursley would give her own nephew away."

Harry paused and rolled the half truth and few lies explanation in his mind. An idea came to him and he looked at his brother in the eyes. Few seconds later he almost laughed. For all his so called traing Arnold Potter's mind was like an open book. He gave Harry the true complete story without knowing.

Remembering himself he looked at the Headmaster. "I don't know what to say."

The man's eyes met his and he prepared for it. He had been waiting for this. When he felt the tendril of foreign magic searching his thoughts, he didn't close his mind rather he pushed a thought to the forefront of it:

So Arnold is the sword and I'm the shield. Are we going to face the dark wizard together. Hmmm, I suppose all impurities must give way for God's light to shine.

He looked away from the man and from the side of his eyes, noticed him watching him contemplatively. The man love the light so much, so let him contemplate on that.

"You don't need to say anything, we accept you back," his moron of a father said and Harry was taken aback.

Dumbledore was looking out the window, Arnold was stepping down from the bed and his father had his eyes on him. No one but Lily Potter noticed her other child's amazement but she mistook it for something else. "Of course. You are our son after all," the woman stated with an assuring smile, not knowing that it had been James Potter's way of almost insinuating that Harry had been the one at fault that had

startled him.

"Since we are done, let begin our school shopping." And with such great words from the Boy-who-Lived an interesting day continued.

Apparating into Flourescence Hall, Harrion Potter wearily went to the master's wing of the large British Hall that had been bought by him years ago with transfigured pounds and some confounding charms. He had renamed the Hall and had the muggleborns in his armed organization, the Luminaire Group, ward it to the best of their abilities.

Opening the door of his suite, he reflected on the day he had. After all the shopping and road side interviews, the Potter's had offered him their home. He had refused because as much good it would do to know the enemy from within, he had plans to make. He had to tell them why of course, so he told them that they were still strangers to him so he'll try to know them more over the school year and see if he can spend the next summer with them. Dumbledore had tried convincing him to return to the Dursleys so that they could renew the wards but he had forstalled the man by telling him he'd think about it. After then he had taken a taxi in their presence but after the driver had driven far away, he confounded the driver and apparated home.

Harry dropped his shrunken school supplies on a table in the sitting room of his suite then he moved to his study. He picked up the wand he'd left on the desk, 13 inches, pure gold, kelpie hair.

He remembered it being custom made for him four years ago in magical Rome. Magical Rome had no Restriction of Underage Sorcery that's why Harry had gone there to buy an untraceable wand. He had ended up staying there for more than that though. He shook his head, driving those memories away, for now. He looked at the wand with it Greek runes and Egyptian glyphs. He had made sure to use Legilimency to steal those languages from the wand maker and even more. He waved the wand at an empty wall and it glowed green for a second then a vault door appeared. Harry place his wand on the handle of the door.

"Unseal," he said in Parseltongue.

"O pen" he continued in Sanskrit.

"E owan," he completed in Old English.

There was a click and the door opened. As Harry was about to summon the research papers he'd kept in the vault, a knock sounded on the door of the study.

"Who is there?"

"Luminaire Beta, Your Brightness," a woman's voice answered.

Even if he recognized her by her voice and the annoying title she always called him, he had to follow the protocols he had set.

"Per gratiam luminis," he called out.

"Clara est et futurae," she answered back.

"Come in." And he turned to face the door as his magical guardian walked in. "You are early, Sheda. You said this morning that you will come by in the evening after I've rested from my so called reunion."

Bathsheda Babbling crossed the room and kissed him on the forehead. "I bring good news." She moved back and brought out a box. The box was covered with protection and secrecy runes. It was so protected that Harry couldn't even tell the shape of the box that was until Sheda deactivated them. She looked up at him with a smile and opened the box.

"Is this it," he whispered eyeing the vial in the box with reverence. Sheda nodded. "Did you obliviate them?"

"I did more than that," she answered bringing out another box. In it were bottles filled with white swirling substance, memories.

"I could hug you now but I don't want to risk it even if I'm sure that this vials have been charmed to be unbreakable." He said and took both boxes. The one with the memory vials he kept inside the vault then he removed two files from the vault and resealed it. He dropped the files and the potion on his desk and raised his wand, casting privacy and silencing wards around the study.

The runes mistress saw what he did and became serious. "What is it?"

Harry didn't answer instead he asked, "Where's your brother in-law?"

"Rowland? He's still in Greece but I know he's done with what you sent him there for."

Harry took one of the files on the table and gave it to her. "Tell him that I want him to take the sharpest shooters in the Assassin Squad and hunt the animals on that list."

Her eyes widened. "You want them dead?"

"No. They'll be shot with tranq darts. Darts that you'll turn to portkeys," Harry said almost rolling his eyes.

"And where are this portkeys for?" Sheda asked browsing through the list of magical creatures and their speculative locations.

Harry took the second list and gave it to her. "The portkey should take them to the second island on that list."

"What about the other islands?"

"I was waiting for you to ask that." He continued ignoring her as she rolled her eyes. "I want you to put all the islands on that list, and yes even the one the animals will portkey to, under the Fidelius."

"Why?" Was her startled reply.

Harry looked at her with as much seriousness he could convey through expression. "If our plan for the world fail, we'd have a country to start afresh from." She started nodding even before he was done speaking, clearly understanding his words.

"You will be the secret keeper, I take it. That's good. We will do this next month then. I'll also have to set up magizoological wards to make sure the animals can't leave also." She told him as she brought out her wand to start casting spells on the files to make them visible to her eyes only. Harry was glad he had duplicates in his mind. "Now drink the potion let's see. It was tested on a monkey so we know it's safe."

"What became of the monkey after," Harry asked, curiously.

"It's in the woods outside, i knew you'd want it," Sheda informed him.

Harry smiled "Imagine thousands of monkeys like that, and trained. We'd have an army. Anyway, for now we have something, a new monkey hybrid."

"That army idea is not terrible. We could train them to communicate and fight. But instead of using this metamorph gene potion, we could event our own permanent polyguice." Sheda concluded from her thoughts.

Harry looked at the potion and his mind went back to remember when the idea of it came to him a year ago. Magic itself was an energy that inhabited the bodies of witches and wizards but some people's cells have been mutated by the magic in their body, giving them new genes like metamorph, animagi, veela and many others. After noticing this Harry had then thought about many magical creatures and their abilities and how it could be possible to have them. He dived into researching this and found out that he wouldn't be able to have multiple magical genes if his body can't regenerate, morph, and duplicate or multiply the cells and organs in it but the solution to that quickly came to him: a metamorph gene potion. Sheda had informed him of a metamorphmagus Hogwarts alumnus who inherited the ability from her Black ancestors through her mother. After Harry researched about the shape-shifters of the House of Black he'd noticed that their ability was limited, he continued his research though and it paid. It turned out that there was a tribe in Bangladesh that could change shape to any height or width of any animal or human and they could even turn their skin to metals and other materials. He sent his assassin squad to the tribe in Bangladesh and they used a bullet with a sleeping potion and hallucinogenics in it to take one of the morphs down. Afterwards they took some blood, hair and skin from him, they healed him and brought the parts to Harry who then brought together a team of two muggleborn potioneers and a scientist in his organization. He made them swear oths of secrery and in the scientist's case, since he was a muggle, Harry locked the secret in his mind to make sure he couldn't speak about it to anyone who wasn't in the know.

It had taken six months of hectic tests and research but here it was before him. He knew that after taking it, it will take his magic an hour to key it in. He had memories of how to morph now and he was glad that he had gone to Bangladesh himself to find the metamorph to steal his memories of it. He also took other things of course. He now knew Hindu magic, rituals and powerful wandless transfiguration and transmutation and he also now knew how to Phase travel. It was a good skill, instant teleportation that no ward can stop. It was different from apparation and he knew because he had to apparate out of Italy during his horrible time there.

Forgeting bad memories for the moment, Harry opened the bottle and swallow its content without a second thought. Nothing happened. He faced Sheda who was watching him carefully. He made to speak when something began rippling and snaking around inside him. It was not painful just uncomfortable, or so he thought at first.

The pain came without pity and he could only manage to throw a wandless cushioning charm on the tiled floor before his body landed with a smack on it. He buried his consciousness deeep in his mind, disconnecting himself from the pain. It worked but he could still feel, he could feel himself shifting into different forms about twice in a second.

Stilling his breath for a while, he tried to concentrate on what he kept changing to. He didn't know much for the next hour, except that he'd grown short, tall, fat, slim old, young and any other shape one could think of even the opposite gender.

When it stopped he released his conscious self from his mind and took a deep breath.

"That was interesting." He whipped my head to the side to look at his guardian who was looking thoughtful. "I made sure to pay extreme attention so you could view the memory at another time."

Slowly, Harry stood up expecting his body to feel like he'd been ran over by a herd of Hippogriffs but his new ability was already showing it greatness. Aching bones were soothed and stretched muscles were relaxed.

"I guess this won't be the last time I see this kind of thing considering the list you gave me," Sheda stated with surety. "I wonder when you will start doing rituals."

She looked at him jokingly. He shook his head. "My first will be during the Yule holiday."

She looked startled then she began to laugh.

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A/N

So this is a fic I wrote almost three years ago but never got to post till now. I dug it up and I'm trying to see how interesting it will be to continue it.

Regarding coming chapters:

What are the islands Harry talked about? Well keep watch to find out.

This is evidently going to be an unusual fic, though wonderfully so. Harry is going to be as light as light can be, or at least it's going to seem so to the inexperienced observer.

And if you were wondering, this is a Wrong Boy Who Lived fic. But Harry is going to grow beyond that hyphenated title.

So that's all for now, till chapter two.