Disclaimer: I don´t own the universe of Harry Potter or Star Wars, that honor belongs to J.K Rowling and George Lucas (or is it Disney know?)

Chapter 1

Family, one of the most basic concepts humans can understand, that animals can understand, and yet a thing that should be so simple, can sometimes be turned into something very dark. Such was the state of the Potter family after the Halloween 1981. Before the attack by Lord Voldemort the family of four had been the perfect poster-family for the Light Side. Lily and James Potter had been the prefect parents spending much time with both their sons, Hadrian and Charles. Hadrian had been born on July 31th 1977, right after James and Lily had finished Hogwarts. They had gotten married soon after Harry´s birth. Charles had been born on July 31th 1980. Even in this dark period, the two sons of the ancient house had brought hope.

Then, soon after Charles birth the Potters had gone into hiding only allowing close friends such as Sirius Black or Remus Lupin to know where they were. Then, after spending a year playing hide and seek with Voldemort, that hunted them because of a prophecy, they used the Fidelius Charm. Using Peter Pettigrew they went into hiding in Godric´s Hollow. And all of the Wizarding World knows how that ended. Pettigrew betrayed the Potters, but Lily and James was on a funeral when Voldemort attacked. That night would see the destruction of the Dark Wizard, and the start of Charles Potters rise to celebrity.

But there are always several sides to the truth. And truth wasn´t simple, and only two persons knows it all. Hadrian Potter and Tom Riddle. You see, while it is true that Voldemort was destroyed by his own rebounding Killing Curse, and the curse rebounded from Charles, it was Hadrian that in a pure desperate attempt to save his little brother that created the shield. But that didn´t matter to Albus Dumbeldore, and then quickly drew the conclusion that Charles used some accidental magic to save himself, not Hadrian. And after that faithful night, little Hadrian was all but forgotten.

Dumbeldore in his continued wisdom quickly checked Hadrian´s magical core, and found it nearly completely wiped, reducing the Potter Heir to a near squib. This made Hadrian, in Dumbledore´s eyes a liability. And he then used that argument to make sure that James and Lily slowly but surely lost all interest and spent more time with Charles.

The true reason that Dumbeldore did that was because of the Horocrux in Hadrian. Hadrian would have to die, and to make sure that he did Dumbledore needed him weak and lonely, so that when the time came, he wouldn´t fight his death, for the boy would have nothing to live for.

And so for four years, the family lived at Potter Manor, one son always the center, and the other pushed out, forgotten. And Charles fifth birthday, Hadrian´s eight. The day started for Hadrian´s as any other day. He went up early to make himself breakfast, to avoid his family. Sadly, he didn´t remember that today was his birthday, and that his mother would be up early to make breakfast.

Harry froze upon seeing his mother, wondering what she was doing here 7 a.m. And then it hit him as a train. It was his birthday. For the first time in nearly a year he smiled. His birthday was the only day of the year that his parents showed any kind of attention. Hadrian knew that it was very likely because of that Charles´s (or Charlie as he liked to be called) birthday was the same as Harry´s.

"Hi mom!" Harry said cheerfully.

Lily Potter turned in surprise at the voice of her oldest son. He stood there with his black and messy hair and those glowing emerald eyes. Mostly a carbon copy of James, but with her eyes. But Harry wasn´t really a copy of James if you knew what to look for. For the first, Harry didn´t have glasses, and he was also taller at the age of eight than James was, and had much more muscle than James also had at the same age. How he got muscle´s Lily had no idea, as her elder son usually spent his days in the family´s library.

Harry couldn´t help but smile a little at the feast that Lily had started to prepare for this day. Lots of guests were more than likely to come by today, the manor was going to be filled to the brim. Harry´s smile faltered at the thought of how few people would wish him happy birthday, but as long as a few greeted him he would be happy. He had too, otherwise his life would be completely dark.

"Hello Harry, looking forward to Charlie´s birthday?" she asked and went back to work.

Harry frowned. "Haven´t you forgotten something?"

He could see his mother frown, but then shook her head. "No, everything has been bought and all the invitations had been send out. All is well Harry"

Harry couldn´t help but to say "Really, Everything?"

Lily happily nodded. "Yes, now do you want something? I´m very busy".

Harry had to blink to cover the tears that were threating to spill "No thank you, I can get it myself"

He quickly fixed a simple cheese sandwich and a glass of milk before nearly running towards the safety of the library. He had only just calmed down as he sat down reading a book from the darker version of library. The book was called "The Ancient Founding House". The book came from the old and dead Peverell family, from which the Potter were the only living descended.

Harry had made it his life calling to find out from where the oldest wizarding family originated from. For all their fame nobody knew where the first Wizarding family originate from. Most agreed that 200 B.C in the beginnings of Rome was the first and only clear clue about the family´s beginnings. But Harry´s grandfather had gone farther than anyone before, and he had told Harry before his death. Harry remembered as if it was yesterday.

The young boy of six entered his grandfathers study after the said man had asked for him via a House Elf. Harry wasn´t stupid, he knew that his grandfather not only loathed what had become of his son and his daughter-in-law, but that he also was dying. The powerful wizard had been aging faster and faster the last two years, and no matter what Grandmother Euphemia did nothing would stop it. Harry´s brush with Voldemort had however changed his perspective on death, and had forced him to mature. He wasn´t sad for his Grandfather, simply because Fleamont wasn´t afraid himself.

"Grandfather?" Harry asked as he opened the heavy oak door to the room. The room was decorated with simple white and small strips of blue, a tribute to Fleamonts house in Hogwarts. The walls were covered in bookshelves, and in the middle of the room was the huge work desk of Mahoney.

Harry greatly approved, being scarred at a young age at the massive amounts of red and gold his parents these days preferred.

"Harry? Come in, and close the door" Fleamont said smiling at his favorite grandson.

"So, how are you? James and Lily treating you ok?"

Harry´s happy mood was punctured by that question. Today the Potters were at the zoo, and had forgotten him in their hurry to meet up with some other families like the Weasleys or Abbots. Harry shuddered just thinking about Mrs. Harpy and silently wondering how George and Fred could be related to her, or the fool Ronald.

"No, they forgot me today. But I think it was for the best"

Harry could see that his grandfather was once again disappointed in his son. But there was sadly enough little Fleamont could do. James was so popular right now that any action against him would be met with the destruction of Fleamonts own reputation. Especially if Dumb-as-door interfered. No, all Fleamont could do was to put in safety conditions for Harry, the main one being that Harry would always be considered the next Lord Peverell. This would make sure that when Charlie became the Heir of Potter, Harry would still be left with something. That the Peverell interest in the Potter account was 72% had of course nothing to do with it. Fleamont would rather that his house died than leaving so much of its riches in Charlie´s hands.

"That´s still no excuse, young man. But for today, it may be for the best. Do you remember what I talked to you about the last time, Harry?

"Yes, about from where the Peverell´s originate from, and the new possible lead?"

Fleamont beamed. "Indeed, and my hunch was correct".

Harry´s eyes became the size of platters. "You found something? Really?"

Fleamont reached in to one of the desks drawers, and carefully placed an old book in the middle. The insignia of the Peverell Family engraved clearly on it.

"Where did you find it?" Harry asked in wonder.

"Crete"

"What? But Crete was never known for their great magic history"

Fleamont smirked. "The ruins I found were well hidden, and well warded. An early model of the Fidelius, and the leaching of the ley line power has kept the wards up. The ruins themselves weren´t that large, I think is more likely that the house served as a vacation site or the like"

Harry absorbed the information like a sponge, and was quickly jumping down to several theories that could work with this new information. "So… what does it say? It´s written in… Latin? Ancient Greek?"

Fleamont shook his head. "Neither, it's a form of wizarding dialect from ancient Egypt".

"But you can read it?"

Harry´s grandfather smirked "Yes. And it´s contests are truly fascinating".

Fleamont paused for dramatic effect, making young Harry nearly jump up and down in excitement. "The book talks about a Nolux Peverell, whose mother was the first Peverell, according to the book."

Harry gaped. "A woman was the founder of the first true wizarding family?"

Fleamont laughed, and was quickly joined by Harry. The idea was so ironic. With the Wizarding World being so patriarchic, it would in the eyes of manly Purebloods be heresy that the First Family was founded by a woman. Ohh the irony…

After taking five minutes laughing at the expense on people´s faces when (if) the truth was revealed, Harry collected himself.

"So what´s our ancsestors name?"

Fleamont stopped laughing. "The book mentions the woman with two names, one more likely a title. Her name was Myriele Peverell."

Harry whispered the name." Myriele" it sounded so… not ancient. Unique? Yes. Pretty? Yes. "So, what was her title?"

Fleamont frowned. "I have never heard anything like it, and no orders or nobility titles like it has existed before or since".

"But what is it?"

"Darth Nox"

That was a week before his grandfather's death. Harry had never the chance to speak to him after the revelation about the Peverell history. But the question remained. Who was Myriele Peverell, and what did her title, Darth Nox, means?

Harry had for two years been researching that answers, using the names Darth Nox, Myriele Peverell and Nolux Peverell as key words. And he had found several things.

The first thing was that Myriele was powerful, all the texts that actually mentions her all says that she could do wandless magic, and was a lightning elemental. That would put the lightning elemental to two persons in the entire known history, with Myriele and Morganna herself being the only two. But that was it. Rumors about power, and only footnotes. Well-hidden footnotes in a few really old diary´s. Harry had asked his grandmother to buy as many books as possible from ancient Egypt. And while several had been added to the Potter library, only two mentioned the name "Myriele". And none of them as Myriele Peverell.

On Nolux, there was information. The man had no known father, making it even more important for Harry to follow Myriele´s heritage, that didn´t exist. It was as if she came out of a void and suddenly started to change things.

Nolux however, was not according to the texts as powerful as his mother. Or even remotely. And in one journal from a wizard from the time he claims that Nolux used a long and robust staff to channel his magic.

That had been huge. Because that these texts were nearly 3500 years old or more, this was the very first mention of a focus for the wizard. Nolux might have created the very first wand, or more directly, staff. Wand makers would pay much for that information and if it was true it would change the history books.

But the name that actually can be found in more than just passing references is Darth Nox. The old Egyptian texts speak of a god, a cruel and evil god that razed civilizations to the ground, and that she was the Mother of Humanity. Muggle´s had busted that idea with Darwinism, but it still had Harry searching mythology for a short time.

But the real surprise was when Harry, for fun, was reading a book about Merlin and Morgana, and in one of the battles Merlin shouted "Didn´t Nox teach you any better!?" To which the dark witch was rumored to answer "My master chose me to do her bidding! I am the Apprentice of Darth-!" but then Merlin attacked.

The idea that Myriele had somehow preserved her spirit wasn´t as of as the theory that she could have been some kind of god. And the idea was further reinforced while reading Harwin Potter´s diary, more directly the section when Slytherin and Gryffindor dueled in the Great Hall. The conversation mid duel was a dead ringer if you had read about Morgana and Merlin, 1000 years earlier.

"Come on Salazar! Didn´t you´re dear Master teach you better? Have the Lady of Darkness lost her touch!"

"You have no idea Godric! Only Nox can claim true immortality! But I shall defeat her! And claim the title of Darth for myself!"

Salazar never claimed what apparently was a title. He never called himself Darth Slytherin or anything close. Indeed, except for the spell, Nox wasn´t mentioned as a person in any other conversations. And that the spell to stop the light spell Lumos could very well be more than a coincidence.

More about Slytherin was the mystery of how he died. For Slytherin survived the duel in Hogwarts, and apparetad away from there. But he was never seen again, and Gringotts claimed that he had died only hours after fleeing from Gryffindor. For generations the Slytherins claimed that Gryffindor hunted down Slytherin and killed him, while the light families denied that rumor, and says that Slytherin was most likely killed by his son, that a few years later took up his fathers cause. Only female Slytherins would survive that war, leading to lines like the Gaunts.

But Harry believed that Nox herself had killed her apprentice for failing. And while undead wizards were not uncommon, the ones that still had power enough to kill people, and one as powerful as Salazar Slytherin himself… it created goosegumps all over Harry´s skin just thinking about it. She could very well be the strongest witch ever… if Harry´s theories were correct.

But to confirm that, Harry had to find her. He knew it could take years, and was why he searched even now. He entertained no ideas to try to confront her now. He needed years of magical training and even then… he knew it was risky. The only thing that he had in advantage was that he was the oldest of the few of her descendants. He hoped that she wouldn´t hurt her own bloodline.

Thing is, he had no idea where her tomb was. For he was nearly certain that she wasn´t in Egypt, or if she was, she would be well hidden. But Salazar didn´t travel much out of Europe, and if she was found by him, something was hidden from the world.

Harry had no idea how much time passed as he munched on his sandwich and read, while a completely useless book, it was entertaining. As he finished the book, he decided to go deeper into the library. It was almost as if something was whispering in his ear to go deeper. And as he went deeper than ever before, he suddenly felt it. A magical residence, unlike anything he had ever felt. It was… evil, but welcoming. Harry looked around in panic, not understanding what was happening. His grandfather most surely been here before, so why hadn´t he sensed it.

But Harry wasn´t going to back down now. He snatched the book, the source of the energy, and opened it. Only to find it hollow, with a kind of cube hidden inside.

The cube was unlike anything that Harry had ever seen, even when being in the muggle world. But the whispering feeling didn´t stop, so Harry reached out with his magic, knowing that he was proficient in wandless magic. The whispering increased into a crescendo, and then Harry reached out and opened the cube.

The cube exploded, sending the eight year old prodigy flying backwards before suddenly freezing midair. He was slowly lowered to the floor, his eye´s still closed. He was breathing heavily, afraid for his life.

"Are you gonna sit there the entire day, youngling?"

The voice was female, beautiful, seducing and sarcastic. Harry hadn´t heard any person talk with all those emotions since his conversation with Astrid Greengrass during the Ministry Ball last year. He slowly opened his eyes, and his mouth fell open in shock.

The woman beside him was beautiful. Darker hair, probably black, with a heart shaped face, fair skinned and with glowing green eyes. Had Harry been older, he would have also noted her more than prefect body.

"Well? Answer me!" the last part being much more forceful.

Harry´s mouth snapped close as he quickly started talking. "No, I´m just surprised. I was just have a… feeling to open that book and to use my magic to open that cube".

"It´s called a holocron".

Harry only now noticed that she looked like one of the holograms he had seen on muggle television.

"What are you exactly? If you don't mind me asking"

The woman´s eyes narrowed. "When speaking to me use more respect. As for what I am, I´m a Holocron, a sort of book used by Force-sensitives to store knowledge and information through the ages. I am more specifically the only Holocron of Empress Myriele, or as known to the galaxy, Darth Nox"

Harry coulnd´t believe it. "You´re my ancestor!?"

For the first time during the short conversation, the holograms stance faltered. "Yo-you´re one of my descendants? My line has continued?"

Harry nodded "Yeah, my grandfather and I have researched trying to understand exactly when the Peverell line began, and the closets we could come was you´re name".

Myriele seemed deep in thought. "What´s you´re name, youngling?"

"Hadrian James Potter" Harry answered using his full name.

"Potter? But you said that you were a descended of mine?"

"The male Peverell line was exterminated five hundred years ago, the last female and heir married into the Potters."

"Ahh… how many years since the fall of my Empire has it been?"

Harry frowned. "I have never heard of you having any Empire, but the years by the Christian calendar is 1985, and roughly 3500 years since you lived."

Myriele simply nodded. "You said that you and you´re grandfather are the ones doing all the researching, where is he then?"

Harry bowed his head in sorrow. "Dead. He died two years ago".

Myriele didn´t seem to care. "And he walked around here and didn´t sense anything?"

"Not to my knowledge"

Myriele then laughed. It wasn´t a cheerful one, or a kind one. It was dark, filled with evil and pain. "So, the curse has finally lifted. Not even Cerelia´s sacrifice was enough to last forever." She turned to Harry and stared at him. "Do you have knife or something sharp nearby?"

Harry nodded and quickly took down a small dagger enchanted by a distant Potter. "Yes".

Myriele smiled. "I want you to cut yourselves and pour a just a few drops blood on the holocron. It has a… unique purpose that will decide much."

Harry didn´t dare say no. Something about Myriele wasn´t… artificial. Harry looked up at her shrewdly. "You aren´t just a hologram, are you?"

Myriele smirked. "And a clever one. You are right about that. I cancelled the holocron the moment it activated, and simply took its place."

"So you´re Myriele´s real ghost then?"

"And an educated one! Yes, I´m the spirit of Myriele, and you activating the holocron gave me enough of a foothold to come here. But, I can answer your questions later, give the holocron you´re blood. I must be certain."

Harry nodded and shakily cut a small cut on his finger and pressed the wound on the holocron. As he did so Myriele´s expression went hungry with anticipation. The holocron then suddenly glowed a deep red, and the ancient ghost laughed again. This time the temperature of the room sank, and a deep voice came from the woman. "Finally! A force-sensitive from my blood! After all these years, I am FREE!"

The ghost then turned to Harry, and her face changed. Her eyes turned red, and her skin got even paler. "I am Darth Nox, Lord of the Sith and you´re new master".

Harry stared at her. He wanted to run, but the energy in the room was so thick, how couldn´t his parents feel this?! "Why should I do anything for you?" he said defiantly "you are only a ghost".

Myriele growled. "Insolence! How dare you!"

"Because –AHHHHHHH" he screamed as lightning erupted from the ghost and engulfed Harry. It was worse than anything he had ever experienced. Worse than anything that he had ever dreamt. In pure desperation, he launched his magic forward, trying to cut the ghosts power off.

Then the pain stopped. Myriele had returned to her former appearance, and she spoke with her old more feminine voice. "You´re power… with the right training, and discipline, you can be stronger than even Vititate… you are my apprentice, but you will surpass me one day."

Harry got to his feet "Wh-what are you talking about? Surpass who?"

"Emperor Vititate, Dark Lord of the Sith… and my greatest kill".

"What´s the Sith, and Emperor of what?"

But before Myriele could answer a voice could be heard from the lower levels of the manor. Harry winced. The Harpy was here with her brood.

Myriele seemed highly irritated. "What is that voice? It´s on the same annoyance level as Ffon."

Harry sighed. "That´s Mrs. Weasley, it´s my younger brother and mine´s birthday, but because my brothers the Boy-Who-Lived most people forget about me."

Myriele smirked. "And does that make you angry, my apprentice. Does it make you hate them?"

Harry didn't dare say yes, because if he did, he would admit a very harsh truth to himself. He would destroy his own bubble of protection. But Myriele´s voice, while soft, demanded the truth.

"Yes. I hate all of them."

"Who exactly!"

"Mum, Dad, Charlie, most of the Weasleys, Dumbeldore! For Merlins sake most of the world" he roared as a strength in his magic was added. He fell to his knees in pain, as his world got darker and darker.

"You have done well, Hadrian. Harry´s the name of the weakling I found. Now, I shall make you strong."

It was as if something forced him to his knees, and a connection in his mind snapped into existence.

"But for that you will need more than me as a trainer. You´ll need time, intelligence and contacts… you will need to get to Britannia, the northern region."

"… We are already there, my master" Harry said quietly, holding back a sarcastic response.

"Don´t hold back the sarcasm, Hadrian. It´s been so long since somebody with my sense of humor actually had the guts to speak to me. Now, in a hidden mountain I hid my ship, she´s yours for the taking".

"What´s a simple boat going to do for me?"

Myriele sighed. "Hadrian, you wondered where I´m from? The answers simple, Dromund Kaas"

Harry frowned "Never heard of it"

"You shouldn´t have. It an entirely different planet in another part of the galaxy."

Harry felt as if he couldn't breathe. "You´re an alien?"

Myriele electrocuted him. "That was rude. No I´m human, and I brought humanity with me here"

Harry´s eyes only got bigger. "You truly are the Mother of Humanity?"

"Of the entire human race? No. But it was with me humans reached Tellus. But to hide my involvement I used powerful DNA altering technology to make it look like humans evolved from here. In case something went wrong."

Harry had to smile at the joke that would bring upon the humans of earth. It was neither a god nor nature on Earth that created the humans. They came here from space.

"What am I supposed to do with the ship?"

Myriele grimaced. "I am only a ghost, and while I can show you the Way of the Force, I can´t teach you how to efficiently deploy it in combat. For that you need real teachers. And since the Sith presence in the galaxy is almost… pathetic, you will have to learn from the Jedi".

"The Jedi? And what´s the Force?"

"The Force is the energy that you call magic. Magic´s a bastard version at least, not a pure from or real. The Force is everywhere, surrounding us. And it´s yours to command, Hadrian."

Myriele paused. "As for the Jedi… there are two ways to normally use the force. The Dark and the Light Side. The Light side is used by the Jedi Order, guardians of Peace and Protectors of the Republic… and complete fools. Distance from all emotions can only weaken you. Emotions are the best way to focus the force, the strongest either being hatred or love. The Jedi´s inability to even use light-sided emotions can only weaken them in the long run."

"What do you mean? Why do they no use emotion?"

"Because the Jedi believes that all kinds of emotions can lead to the Dark Side, and in one way they are right. When you´re in love, you feel passion for the person, jealousy if the person loves another or if the love one die, hatred towards the killer."

Harry frowns. "But love is so basic for humans. We love and we hate. It´s part of being a human being".

Myriele nods "and other races has the same emotions. In most cases. But the Jedi are afraid of emotions because the Force enhance all things, emotions included. And even I have to admit that a Force-User in love, and the loved one being killed, can go on a horrifying killing spree."

"So they are afraid of losing control?"

Myriele beams at the eight year old. "Exactly. And it´s reflected in the stupid code of theirs,

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force."

Harry ponders over the code. "It seems so… restricting. How can there be no chaos in war?"

"The truth of the matter is that while the Jedi Code is a beautiful theory, and if it actually worked the galaxy would be better off, it is false. There is no emotion, there is always emotion, and it will always cloud one's mind. Very few Jedi has the will power to only act rationally all the time, not to mention that it leaves the Jedi wide open to manipulation."

"How can you manipulate emotions?"

Myriele laughs. "You don´t. When dealing with Jedi, you manipulate their rational thinking, and when they do something against their code or rules, they don´t know how to handle the emotions that can come out of it. Anger, shame, regret. And then you strike. I once did the same with an old companion of mine. She hated me, but little Ashara never had the strength to face her shame and return to the Jedi."

Harry follows the conversation with rapt attention. "For every answer I get, two questions take´s it´s place" he thought bitterly. "So why am I going to learn from the Jedi if they are such fools?"

Myriele sighs. "Because, even when they are fools, and their Force manipulations can be really pathetic, the different forms of Lightsaber combat is true in both the Sith and Jedi. For you to even have a chance, you must learn the Seven forms."

"What´s a lightsaber?"

"It´s a sword made from contained plasma. It can reflect laser weapons, cut through nearly all metals. An elegant and lethal tool."

Harry´s head was starting to hurt after all this information being pushed into his mind. "So.. I´m to learn this Force from my ancient ancestor's ghost… and leave this planet? To restart a dead Empire?"

Myriele snorts. "Well, in a nutshell, yes. But don´t worry. I will be with you all the way. Can´t let the Jedi sense how truly powerful you are. And while you sleep, I'll be teaching you the ways of the Sith in your mind. And don´t worry. You will return to Tellus eventually. I have foreseen it."

Now it was Harry´s turn to grimace. "Divination? I have learned from my grandparents that it´s not to be trusted, and usually wrong."

Myriele sighs. "They have used a bastard version of the Force to predict the future! Idiots of jedi spawns! Only threw the Force can a person see through the mysteries of the future!"

"So… all magical divination is wrong?"

"Ohh yes".

Harry moved to speak again, but Myriele raised her hand. "Once we are one the ship we can talk more. There is much to teach you. But we don´t have much time. You are on the exact brink of being too old for the Jedi to accept you. But with your power they won´t have a choice."

Harry now hesitated. Did he really want to leave Earth, and his family behind? His grandmother? "I´m sorry, but I can´t leave my grandma behind. I´m all she has left".

Myriele stared at the young boy infront of her. Her legacy. Her chance to undo all the damage Cerelia and Anarion´s damage to her and the Sith. The Sage and the Guardian had long passed into death. And very few times in her exile had Myriele felt anything even remotely close to their strength in the last 3000 years. The Jedi were outdated and lazy. The Sith few and arrogant. The time is right for the Sith Empire to rise. And an old lady wouldn't stop her!

Myriele smiled and said. "This requires thinking. Go down, enjoy a day with you´re family! I´ll have to think on a few matters either way…"

Harry stared at Myr-his master. He knew she had something in her sleeve. But he knew that he was right now at her mercy. He took his chance to escape. "Thank you, see you later Myriele!"

Harry raced out from the library, wanting to leave the ghost to melt everything he had heard about, so he didn´t see Myriele´s eyes flash purple in raw power, before she disintegrated, leaving the holocron on the floor.

Harry raced down the stairs, and came to the Main Hall to see that Charlie´s birthday party in full swing. There must have been over a hundred people in the Manor at the time, because laughter and joy was the only thing he could hear. He saw his mother standing in the kitchen, talking with a few other witches, including the harpy. He saw his father standing outside at the party table, talking to Sirius and Remus. All three men were laughing at something. Harry could also to see his grandmother sitting in a big chair in the living room. She had a small smile on her face, even if her eyes were clearly searching for something.

Harry realized that it was him she was looking for. "Grandma!" he shouted and ran over to her. Euphemia´s face light up at the sight of her oldest grandson, and the only family she had left that was worth something.

"Hadrian, where have you been? I have been looking for you!" she said when Harry hugged.

For just a second, Harry wanted to tell her everything. About how her husband's work was finally done, how Harry had succeeded and talked to Myriele Peverell. But the energy, the Force he corrected himself, was screaming to not tell him. "I lost myself in the library, sorry" he answered sheepishly.

Harry could see how his grandma´s eyebrows knitted together "For the entire day? What is that you were reading then?"

"Just a book about Myriele Peverell" he answered, not telling the complete truth. Euphemia could smell lies like a bloodhound. Another reason the former Lady and Lord Potter didn´t like to be around Dumbeldore.

Euphemia raised an eyebrow in surprise, her occlumency keeping her emotions in check. "You actually found something?" She cursed Fleamont for his obsession with finding the truth. It was the one thing in their marriage that was sore. But to hear that her grandson might one day finish his work brought both joy and sorrow to her heart.

Harry smiled. "I have found something, but it isn´t clear yet. The source is rich on information, but it might take years to finish it all" he said. But before Euphemia could continue to question her favorite grandson, the other one stormed in with his friends.

Why James and Lily would spend so much time with Molly Weasley and her brood she would never understand. Sure, Arthur was a delightful and good wizard, so a few of their children had to be good. But when Euphemia looked at the freckled boy and her youngest grandson throwing themselves at the desert table, and the little girl staring at Charlie with a clearly unhealthy obsession, it was hard to remember the good things.

Harry sighed when Charlie came over to talk to his grandmum, a conversation that only went out on Euphemia giving Charlie a present, usually a cheap one. Why give something expensive when he won´t appreciate it anyway? His grandmother had told him once, Harry fully agreed. Charlie was given a small mountain of presents at Christmas and his birthday, and both were usually very expensive.

"Grandmum!" Charlie screamed and threw himself at her, hugging her.

Euphemia hugged him back saying "Happy birthday Charlie"

The Boy-Who-Lived retreated back, showing just how much like James he looked. He was a carbon copy, with only the eyebrows and nose being Lily´s. Otherwise he had the same hair, eyes, knees and even the damn glasses. On his chin there was a lightningbolt scar, from where Voldemort had cast the Killing Curse.

Harry quickly left the area, not having the patience to watch when Charlie made a fool out of himself. He left the room, heading towards the kitchen. Lily stood there preparing the cake. It was massive, and on the top in large letter´s there was spelled "Happy Birthday Charlie!"

"Hi mom, is the cake ready?" Harry asks her, looking around for another cake. Hoping.

Lily however showed the same type of ignorance as before. "Yes, Harry. Everything´s ready for Charlie´s birthday".

She smiled and smiled at her oldest son. Not knowing that she with the coming words confirmed Harry´s fall. "You´re such a good older brother for Charlie."

Harry had to use all his basic occlumency training to not lash out against his own mother. The Froce wanted her to pay, but Harry was too destroyed. She really didn´t remember. Harry could feel the world going darker in his mind.

He smiled. "Of course, now, I'm going to see if grandma is available." He said, fleeing the room.

As he returned to the living room, he saw that all the guests had gathered around Charlie tore up his presents. Harry quickly walked to his grandmother, and watched as Lily came in with the cake.

Everybody started singing "Happy Birthday" as Lily placed it on a table, and with a wave of her wand summoned utensils and platters. People were laughing when suddenly a voice shouted out. "QUIET"

It was James. Harry´s father had a stupid grin on his face as walked towards Charlie, a small present in his hand.

Cold terror gripped Harry, as Charlie had already been given some pretty expensive presents, and there was only one thing that the five year old could now be given. Harry also noted that his grandmother´s hand had gripped his arm, holding him to where he was.

"It is with great honor today that I present Charlie today with his last present! As Lord Potter, I give my son Charlie his birthright, the Potter Heir Ring!" he said over the crowd with joy in his voice.

The thunderous applause that followed nearly brought Harry to his knees. They were so happy that a second son had been chosen? Or had people forgotten about his existence. He was quickly answered.

"Hadrian, promise me one thing" Euphemia whispered as Lily came running and embraced her son and husband in the middle of the room.

"What" Harry said, his voice threatening to reveal his emotions.

And in this moment, when so many people were happy, with a few confused, and an old man seeing his plan fall together, the last piece fell.

"If you ever get the chance to get out of here and survive, take it".

Harry stared at his grandmother. "Why? It´s not my life´s in danger?"

Euphemia sighed. "I had hoped it wouldn´t come to this. But James force´s my hand. This, Harry, is another puzzle bit of Dumbledore´s falling together, a puzzle where you have no place."

"What do you mean?"

"Dumbledore want´s Charlie to be his successor. He wants to take Charlie as an apprentice, to train him, to manipulate him to become the next Leader of the Light. And then have him marry some girl from a light fanatical family. But, Dumbledore wants Charlie to have political power as well. By making Charlie Heir Potter, and therefor in Dumbledore's mind Heir Peverell, and maybe even giving the Dumbledore seats to Charlie he will have his legacy created for generations. By using the Potter´s vast influence to slowly create his dream world."

Harry felt the cold fully settle. "And as the elder Potter-"

"You will be a threat, and therefore must be eliminated".

Harry nodded, starring at his family as Dumbledore approached the family and congratulated them on the happy occasion. "Of course the goat is happy, his plan is only coming closer to completion" Harry thought sourly.

"What about you? I can´t leave you alone?" Harry whispered after melting all the information.

Euphemia looked at her grandson, tears threatening to spill. "I have lived a long and wonderful life. And in difference to what you want to believe, I´m not long for this world.

Harry could feel his tears falling from his face. "And if I had a way..?"

Euphemia´s own tears then fell. "Then you run".

Harry hugged her, clinging to his grandmother, feeling his life falling to smithereens. "I love you" he whispered.

"And I love you, as did Fleamont, and Eve and Jack"

Harry flinched at his maternal grandparent's name. They were taboo to say in the Potter Household, as Lily still blamed herself or that they were targeted and killed.

"Now, Hadrian Peverell, for you are better then the Potters, you must run. And if you ever want to confront you´re family again, I suggest it´s far in the future." And with that she went to congratulate the family, allowing Harry a chance to run.

Harry didn´t waste and was on the second floor when he heard the twins shouting his name. Harry stopped and looked at the two. Of all the hundreds of times, only the twins really paid any attention to Harry. Charlie wasn´t so bad, but the rest were. The harpy the worst of them all.

"Hey, mate what happened down there? You are the elder son?" Fred asked. Harry had always been able to see who´s who.

"Yeah, I mean we never thought they would do something so stupid. Pureblood society will tear them apart when they hear about this." George said.

Harry gave the twins a sad smile. "That´s if they remember my existence" he pointed out.

The twins faltered, knowing how bad the Potters actually could be. "Lot´s of people like you, Harry. I clearly remember you getting Daphne Greengrass completely red in the face." Fred continued.

Harry allowed a smirk on his face.

"And then you have the Bones, Amelia have always wanted you´re sharp mind in the Law Enforcment, and then…"

"Then you have us!"

Harry had to wonder how truly upset they actually were if they didn´t even use twin speech. "That´s if they allow me to live" he finally said.

The twins froze. "They might be bad-"

"but they would never really kill you-"

"right?" they both finished.

Harry shook his head. "I don´t fit on Dumbledore's dream".

The twins stood there shellshock. Having seen and experienced how ignored and neglected their friend were had crushed some of their innocence. But this?

Harry then rushed forward and hugged the twins, bringing them into a bear hug. "Take care, and please open that joke shop dream of yours."

The twins returned the hug. "You too, Harrikins, take care" they said in synch. They took a last look at their friend before going down again, a part of them knowing it might be years before they see Harry again.

As soon as they were gone Harry dashed to the library, making a quick stop in his room too pick out his bottom-less bag and his broom. "MYRIELE!" he screamed as he ran inside. The Force Ghost appeared shortly, surprised at her apprentice´s quick return. Then she saw his face. "What´s happening? Why did you return so shortly?"

So Harry told her. He told her how his parents had crossed the line, and his grandmother´s last words to him. The ghost didn´t show any emotion, being both pleased that her apprentice had cut his ties, and angry at how her flesh and blood had been treated. How they treated her Heir.

"Then we must make haste, do you have a bag?" Harry nodded.

"Yes, it´s bottomless."

Myriele raised an eyebrow at that information. "Then take as much food and clothes as you can, my Holocron, and all the books on occlumency."

Now it was Harry´s turn to raise an eyebrow. "You know what occlumency is? And didn´t you call magic a bastard version of the Force" he asked the ghost.

The ghost scowled. "While those shields will never hold against a true master, the occlumency´s way of separating one´s mind and conscious into many pieces can be very useful".

Harry nodded and summoned Trixy, the Potter House Elf. "Yes, Master Harry?" she asked him with her big eyes.

"Trixy, can you get all my clothes and as much food as possible, and get the food under a preservation charm on it" he order as he went to get all the occleumency books.

Five minutes later Harry stood at a window in the library, everything ready. He hovered on his broom, and listened to Myriele´s instructions on where to go.

"But wait… that sounds like Hogwarts!" he exclaimed.

"So that´s what Salazar called that wretched school of his? Yes, in one of the nearby mountains. It was why he and Morgana could find me. Stupid ignorant wizards"

Harry had so many questions now, but Myriele merely raised her hand. "That can wait until we are in space and safe."

Harry nodded and flew out of the window, heading north. As he took a last look down, he saw his grandmother staring at him, before she nodded. After that Harry pushed the broom to its limit.

Hello and Welcome to my first published story! I´ve been a avid reader of fanfiction for over three year, but this is my first published story. I´m from Sweden, so if my English isn´t correct feel free to say so!

I hope to update "The Dark Empire" once a week on Monday, but if I get finished early I will publish it. I also know of the horror known as "hiatus" and if I ever do put my story on it, you will be told so. I won´t just quit.

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