A/N: Hello everyone…again! Before I begin, I'd like to point out Schnuff's comment about my story. Go ahead everyone, read it, read it right now.

At what point did I say that Harry is the heir to magic itself? Bloody idiot, I said that he was the heir to something the founders gave him, not magic itself. Or do you have some problems with reading and understanding? Comprehension? I think you have none.

It just really ticks me off when people like this come here, leave a comment and stop reading. The story is here for those who want to read, you don't have to be an arse about it. How many stories have you written Schnuff? I see you have none. Try it sometime so you know the feeling of having to remember some key things in the canon universe every single damn time.

A few days had long gone past since the Freedom Guard's defense of the Hogwarts Express. The Daily Prophet, the Auror Department and the Ministry of Magic had had a field day with the capture of 18 Death Eaters, all with their wands snapped of course.

When interrogated and questioned about the events on the train, most of the students simply stated that they were enjoying a nice day when Death Eaters suddenly appeared and started attacking. The part of their story where a couple of oddly dressed men and women appeared and started fighting the Death Eaters caught onto the Auror investigators immediately. The fact that they fought ON the roof of a moving train, where the wind was a factor wasn't lost to them all. Of course, the flaming Phoenix symbol that followed the train all the way to London wasn't forgotten.

The Ministry's actions to this new "group" at first were hostile, calling them Vigilante's and rebellious people who were no better than the Death Eaters. Anyone found out of aiding them in any way were to be imprisoned on sight and anyone who was discovered to be a member be killed immediately. Apparently, with Voldemort controlling a strong majority of the Ministry and the FG's warning to him through Bellatrix, anger consumed him into ordering his spies in the Ministry to make these stupid new "laws" about the FG.

The Death Eaters went dark after the initial failure of capturing the Hogwarts Express and everything went peaceful for a short while. People began to go to Diagon Alley again and began to buy supplies, but they did so with haste and speed. They didn't want to be in the middle of a crossfire when the peace eventually fell.

Harry enjoyed all this peace as it was a clear indication that Voldemort took his message very seriously. That meant the old tosser was either preparing something big, or planning to absorb the FG into the DE ranks.

Harry sure as hell won't let that happen any day and began working on the backyard of the Black Estate. The once barren and empty field behind the Mansion now had three Muggle Air Force Hangars. He figured that Fred and George were on his side, not even worrying that they may be helping Dumbledore and the 'dark' Weasleys. So, with that in mind, he set up a special hangar just for them where they could test out all the devices they want.

The second hangar was for training all the members of the FG. Harry thought of the problem of underage magic, but he found out that the Ministry was scanning areas, and not people themselves. Purebloods were exempt to this 'underage wizardry' shit and were free to practice magic as best as they could. It was yet another supremacist racist thing.

But, because of this rule, the FG was free to do magic….as long as they stayed within the wards and the boundaries of the Black Manor that is. He finished work on the base just a few moments ago actually, when he, along with the Goblins who were in on it from the very start, helped him with interior decoration. That is if you counted test dummies, shock absorbers for the walls, Defensive wards (if they ever get attacked), a couple more dummies for target shooting, a shooting range, a small PT gym, a practice are that changed into whatever challenge Harry could think of for the 'trainees' and many many more.

The third hangar was smaller than the rest, and was just a war room. Planning, intelligence storage, and etc were in there. Basically, everything "official" looking was in there. Files, paperwork and etc. Might as well make a hard copy of the information he got, so he wouldn't forget of course.

Harry was sure that he could prepare them all for the battles ahead, but still was a bit unsure as to whether or not he should let them fight the DE head on, or just take to defending, capturing, and interrogating. He still had this fear of many of his friends dying and Harry didn't like that to happen- not one bit.

However strong Harry may be, he could not protect everyone at the same time.

Today, on a bright and sunny morning in Diagon Alley, Harry walked through the streets in the best disguise he could wear. He had dark, brown hair that was in a clean cut, his eyes were blue, his body was very masculine, and he wore what a typical Pureblood would wear; a long black coat with a black turtle neck shirt underneath. He wore slacks that were in a deep black color, and his shoes were, well, black and were shined to perfection.

He caught many women sending looks his way and a couple of suspicious ones as well. Thinking that they may be thinking him of being a Death Eater, Harry quickly sped up his pace and entered his destination; the Leakey Cauldron.

The pub was as dark and dingy as he remembered. A cloud of puffy white substance was in the air, courtesy of the smokers in the pub. Many drunken men and women were inside, celebrating their soon to be short lived peace.

At the counter sat the person he was looking for. The redhead was talking to Tom and Harry approached quickly and sat down beside him, ordering the strongest whiskey Tom had. Surprisingly, the strongest they had been muggle made. Fancy eh?

Mr. Weasley began to shuffle in his seat, taking a long and good look at the man beside him. Very rich was what entered into his mind as he took notice of the man's clothes. That, and the fact that he ordered a glass of the most expensive whiskey in the pub.

"Staring that long at someone is considered rude Mr. Weasley." Said Harry, his voice modified to sound a bit older.

Arthur scowled at the resemblance of the man's attitude to Lucius, but dismissed the disgusted look on his face immediately, not wanting to test his theory that a drunken and sober man could outduel a very dangerous looking man that didn't look intoxicated one bit.

"Forgive me. You looked like someone I know…" Arthur said, bending his head down to avoid any other bad confrontations.

Harry looked at Mr. Weasley and quietly replied, "The day is sure bright. Perhaps the birds would want to fly."

Mr. Weasley's head immediately snapped up and looked at Harry. He replied, "But the clouds may catch them."

"And we will set them free." Harry said, smirking now.

Mr. Weasley smiled broadly and refocused his attention to his drink.

Tom the barman, after watching the conversation like a ping pong match, smiled at the two gentlemen and beckoned them both to follow him.

Harry smiled thankfully at him and assisted Mr. Weasley in standing up. He was a bit drunk.

They both followed Tom to the stock room behind the counter. Two shelves of drinks and food ingredients lined the wall and another shelf lied ahead of them. Tom pulled out a bottle of Fire Whiskey punched into the place where the bottle was earlier. He hit the back portion of the shelf and the effects were immediate. The shelf moved out of the way with no sound and Harry sensed a strong illusion charm being set up behind him as the shelf moved.

Ingenious. Harry thought. With the illusion set up, it would look as if Tom was in the stock room picking some stuff up from the outside. But inside, something incredibly different was happening.

The moving of the shelf revealed a staircase going somewhere down, and Harry smiled happily at Tom, thanking him. Tom only smiled back and exited the stock room, leaving Harry and Mr. Weasley, who was looking at the staircase in astonishment, to their own musings.

Harry led the way downstairs, saying Lumos once things got a bit too dark. Mr. Weasley did the same and followed Harry until they reached a landing leading into a very comfortable looking room.

They both took a look around at their current environment; the walls were lined up with supplies that could last anyone staying there for a good year and half. There was a small bed in the corner and a desk with a small diary in another. The ground was covered with a very old looking carpet. There was a small opening at the ceiling that Harry guessed was used for ventilation.

"What is this place?" Arthut asked.

"Back during the first war, Tom helped refugees, mostly women and children who got caught up in a battle. He hid them here, where the Death Eaters could not find them and release them after a time." Harry explained.

Arthur accepted this and leaned onto the desk with the diary on top.

"So, how are you Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked, reverting back into the "real" Harry.

Mr. Weasley looked at him sadly and said, "I've tried Harry. I tried to find out that what you showed me, what you told me the last time we met wasn't true. I tried so hard to figure it out. But it turns out you were right. My wife, my youngest son and daughter; all of them rotten to the point of lunacy. Thieves, the lot of them. It's just so hard to accept."

Tears were in the red head's eyes as he told Harry all this.

"It's alright Mr. Weasley, it isn't your fault that they turned out that way. Look on the bright side, most of your other boys are still fine and dandy."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not really sure about what the twins and Charlie's intentions are towards me. I sure as hell know Percy wants what Fudge wanted for me. Bill is a trusted, and he's been helping me ever since he found out."

Mr. Weasley was happy that most of his boys were still 'light' and had not turned to Dumbledore's side completely.

"You might want to put Charlie and the twins on your friends list. I did a bit of snooping after the day you returned all my memories, and found that they had no involvement whatsoever."

Harry smiled happily at this. "That's great!"

Mr. Weasley laughed heartily at Harry's expression but immediately frowned. "What I don't understand Harry, is why they did it. Why did they have to rob you blind? I could find no reason at all."

Harry turned serious at that point. "Perhaps they saw me as a key to end all their sufferings at being poor. Molly might've wanted only what's best for the entire Weasley family, but in doing so, put the name in shame. Perhaps she saw my money as a means to make your living better."

"Molly I understand. But what about Ron? Ginny?"

Harry opened his mouth once or twice but found no words coming out. He could simply not explain that to Mr. Weasley. "I don't know Mr. Weasley. I don't know."

Arthur slouched and simply stated, with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry Harry."

Harry patted Mr. Weasley on the back and engulfed him in a hug that would put Hermione's to shame.

"It wasn't your fault Mr. Weasley. It simply isn't." Harry said, hugging the man he now considered father tighter with tears in his eyes.

Arthur returned the hug and cried out his heart. He couldn't stop himself from tearing up, he simply wasn't prepared for this kind of emotional stress. But the hug that Harry gave, one that resembled a father and son hug, helped Arthur a bit form his emotional distress.

Harry released the hug and looked at Mr. Weasley with tearful eyes. "There isn't much we could do to Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Molly and Dumbledore. But we can do something about the rest Mr. Weasley. We can work together and help the Wizarding world be free of two evils; Dumbledore and Voldemort."

Mr. Weasley, with a newly found vigor, nodded his head, smiled happily, and patted Harry on the back.

The two men exited the pub a few hours later after discussing some stuff (like some intelligence that Mr. Weasley gathered from the Order). Harry learned the besides Dumbledore ordering the founding of Harry, there was not much things going on in the Order. The discussions they had about the FG just went on and on to explain why they had to get them on their side, what they wanted, what were their goals and etc. Pretty boring meetings if you asked Harry.

The Weasley household was as normal as ever as Arthur said. With the exception of Bill declining his mother's offers of eating there during the night, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Harry stalked on forward in his "pureblood disguise" and arrived at the WWW, Fred and George's shop. Sure he had Mr. Weasley's word that they were to be trusted, but it didn't hurt to be safe right?

As soon as he entered the shop and caught sight of the twins, he probed them with Legilimency, searching through memory after memory, looking for any signs of deception. He found none.

He smiled at this and made sure to talk to them at a later date when he wasn't busy. After checking out a couple of their products to not look out of place, Harry exited the shop and went to Knockturn Alley, where his next appointment was: Malfoy.

He found him in front of a Magical Strip Club that required a few "friends" in high places to enter. Of course, only Death Eaters could enter, and the fact that this was one of the rare moments that Draco was allowed into Knockturn Alley helped the blonde set a date for when he would report to Harry.

The-boy-who-lived stood in front of the club, making an illusion that no one was there while waiting for Draco to come out. He said in the letter he sent to Harry that he'd be out and Harry should be there. And law and behold, the blonde man did went out and started to look around.

No one was around at the street so Harry stunned the guard of the club and disarmed Malfoy before he could react to the attack.

"It's me Malfoy." Harry said simply.

Draco looked around, but found no one. So Harry dropped the illusion, walked up to him and beckoned him to follow. The blonde did so without a moment of hesitation and just before they took a turn into an alley, Harry revived the guard, erased the memory of being attacked, and walked on with the blonde.

"What have you got for me?" Harry asked, turning to Malfoy.

Draco looked at Harry skeptically before shaking his head left and right, "No, not yet. We had an agreement. You'd save me and my mother before I start telling you anything. You get me out of my father's hands and you can have all the knowledge in the world."

Harry was taken aback at this and replied, "No, not yet Malfoy. I need Lucius alive, long enough for you to report to me a couple of times. He can't be dead too soon!" Harry whispered furiously.

"But the man wants me to take the mark! I can't get away from that with him alive! There's a talk circulating around the Ministry about routine checks on everyone known to have been associated with the Dark Lord in the first war for any signs of them being in the Death Eater ranks. That means me and my family! Even with my father's claim of being imperious'ed and his influence, nothing can save ME from this as I was born BEFORE the first war so I sure as hell can't claim being imperious'ed without any suspicions. And even if I wasn't arrested because of father, the press will get this juicy news and I'll be a potential candidate for people the Ministry wants imprisoned!" Draco said, his void rising with each sentence.

Harry put his hand under his chin and began to think. What Draco said was true; he simply could not get out of that situation without a few side effects. But then, in a sudden stroke of genius, Harry remembered Bellatrix, the maniac who killed his Godfather. Oh yes, it would work.

"Alright, I'll take your father out of the picture, but here's what you have to do." Malfoy stared at Harry intently, his full attention now to him. "First, you're right. A bill about that door-to-door dark mark checking is currently in the system. The Ministry will vote on it tomorrow, during the next congress meeting and no doubt it'll fail spectacularly with the number of Death Eaters in the Ministry. I'll keep the bill alive since I have taken my place as the Potter family head and I need you to take the Malfoy's."

Harry paused, letting Draco take this all in.

"Once you have the Malfoy head title, I'll try to get the bill into the voting process once again. The current Minister's not as incompetent as Fudge you know. And you can ask your aunt, who's so close to Voldemort to…allow you to be an unmarked Death Eater. I'll make sure that bill passes. Trust me. Once Wizengamot members who are Death Eaters start dying left and right, the non-Death Eater members will finally have the backbone to vote for what's right and that bill will pass, further reinforcing your claim to be an unmarked Death Eater."

Malfoy paced back and forth in front of Harry, thinking it all through. He weighed the pro's and con's of this plan but he readily agreed to it under one condition: "If this plan doesn't work, kill me before someone tortures me. And kill my mother too. Please."

Harry nodded, vowing to himself that it'll never happened and with a swish of his cloak, he left, heading towards nowhere in particular, just trying to thoroughly clear his mind of things. He left Diagon Alley, unconsciously shifting his clothes from magical looking to muggle ones. It wouldn't do anyone well if he was depressed, so how about a visit to the Dursley's? Perhaps they were enjoying the telly he had ordered for them, none more so than Dudley. The game console he bought for him should really be lifting up his Christmas spirit.

Arriving without a sound on the front lawn of Privet Drive, Harry loudly and unceremoniously banged on the door, angering the three pathetic excuses for human beings inside. When no one bothered to open the door after a minute, Harry banged on the door harder, allowing some of his magic to escape him, cracking the wooden surface a bit.

The white door opened suddenly, showing a very irate looking Vernon Dursley standing in front of Harry. When the whale caught sight of who he was facing, the red face he had was replaced with an absolutely horrid shade of purple. Spittle started flying out from his mouth, berating and getting angry at Harry for what he had done. For his part, the boy with the lightning scar simply faked a yawn and look at his watch, as if everything going on around him was useless.

When Vernon realized what Harry was doing, he moved to grab him by the front of his clothes, only to get his hands slapped away with such force that a bruise began to form quickly.

Vernon gasped out in surprise, but was unable to anything else as he was pushed back towards the door of the cupboard under the stairs. He whimpered slightly as Harry looked around the hall; nothing had changed at all, aside from the loud sounds coming from the living room.

He faced Vernon and smiled cheekily.

"Your hands hurt doesn't it? That's only a fraction of what you have done to me Vernon." He said, smiling all the way. "It appears that the new Telly I bought you is being used well. Dudley's enjoying his gaming console too. You didn't bother to ask who gave those gifts to you did you Vernon? Only concerned with getting them all as long as you weren't paying were ye? Don't worry, you get to keep em. I have no need for such useless things."

Harry walked into the kitchen, stopping Petunia from her musings immediately. To add salt into the wound, Harry moved forward to the stove and took a peek into the pan Petunia was currently holding with one hand. Without her noticing, he burnt one of the sausages in there and touched it with a finger before holding it up in front of him with magic.

"Petunia, tsk, I thought that all those years of telling me not to burn food would've told you not to do it yourself. I seem to be mistaken." He dropped the sausage and left Petunia, who was looking between Harry and the pan with shock.

Harry moved into the living room next, smiling happily as the TV he bought and ordered to be delivered here was firmly attached to the wall, it's shiny exterior would catch anyone's eye. Not to mention that it looked very very expensive.

The pictures within the telly were what appeared to be one of Dudley's games. The game console he bought a few days ago after the attack on the train was sent here, as per his orders and it seemed that the Dursley's were enjoying the gifts.

"Ah, enjoying killing soldiers are we dudders?" Harry asked in the same way he had assaulted Vernon a while ago.

Dudley was a bit shocked at seeing Harry here, in Privet Drive, during Christmas season.

Upon seeing his cousin's shocked face, Harry decided not to bash them for now, but instead drive them to the point of lunacy, anger, and outright fury.

He sat down on one of the comfortable looking chairs and promptly used magic to summon a CD to him without fear of being "expelled from Hogwarts." Ever since becoming an adult, and Lord to a couple of houses, the Ministry tracking charms on Privet Drive had been dropped, owing to the fact that he was "responsible" enough to keep magic hidden. He wouldn't receive any letter for doing magic in front of muggles since his Aunt, Uncle, and cousin were all related to a magical being; him.

He put the CD into the player next to his seat and the loud music of heavily distorted guitars filled the air. Harry had taken a liking to this kind of music ever since he visited a music store a few days ago when he decided to take break from building the hangars in his backyard. In fact, ever since visiting the shop, he began to take a different look at life due to the message some songs brought. He actually started quoting some lines from them whenever he felt like it. What was life without music right?

His relatives covered their ears, well, except for Dudley, who was more than used to this kind of noise as he listened to it quite thoroughly.

"Shut this music off you brat!" Vernon said, making to grab the player off from the table beside Harry, who simple waved his hands and forced him away.

"Can't make me. I'm emancipated by the way and that means I can do all the magic I want in this house." Harry said, his eyes closed as he listened to his favorite track. Too bad the singer died just 2 years ago. He would've loved for him to continue writing music. What was his type of music called again? Ah yes, grunge. Originated mostly from Seattle. Oh how he loved it. He even thought about learning the guitar in the midst of war just so that he could cover a song. But, maybe after the war he could do that. Right now, however, war first.

At the news that he could do magic, Vernon's face turned into a darker shade of purple than normal, and now Harry was a bit scared for the man's life. It looked like he would die any minute now from the lack of oxygen.

The next day, after driving his relatives over the edge of sanity for a bit, Harry returned home and inspected the base. All was good now, and with Christmas a day away, Harry decided to form the letter inviting them all to his home. He hoped that they would be allowed to come here with their families to watch the show Harry had prepared to show them during New Year. Though he doubt most of them would go, owing to family time.

He sent the letters and fell asleep after that. Tomorrow would be the day his plans involving Draco would go into motion. He had already sent a message to him telling him to get ready for the inevitable death of Lucius and Draco's request to his aunt to not get the mark as the matter of the bill was still at hand.

Harry prepared himself for the sin he was about to do, although it was necessary, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty for taking the life of Lucius, even if he did deserve it.

The meeting of the Wizengamot was done formally. They presented the bill and on and on went the boring party. Harry remained in the dark, yawning to it all as he waited for only one bill to be mentioned.

Finally, it was called and not shocking to Harry, the bill wasn't able to pass, but with his political influence on some people (Amos Diggory for instance), the bill was passed onto the review board, where it would be reviewed and would be put into voting at a later date.

Now it was time for the big event. The meeting had finished and Harry followed Malfoy closely, his black cape waving proudly behind him. He followed him via the roofs, where maneuvering would be much easier. The blonde haired man walked into Knockturn Alley, heading into the general direction of a strip club.

Disgusting little thing you are. Harry thought with anger. He followed and when the man entered the club, Harry waited patiently. When he went out a few minutes later, Harry unsheathed a dagger, not wanting to use his magic and being blamed for the murder when authorities detect his magical essence.

As soon as he walked right below Harry, the boy with the lightning scar jumped, seeing as no one was around and jabbed the knife cleanly into the neck of Lucius Malfoy, ending his pitiful existence.

Feeling a vile vomit coming along, Harry left the scene. It was all up to Draco now.

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