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Warning: This chapter contains non-graphic references to rape and murder. If you do wish to read them, do not read this chapter.

Chapter 3: Gaius Helen Mohiam

No record of Hadrian James Potter exists before his discovery in the courtyard of Castle Caladan in 10,191 A.G. That is to state, there is no record of either the identity of 'Hadrian James Potter' in any current records or the biological identity of the person who takes said identity. Despite inadequate information about his past, there has been confirmation that Potter was immediately admitted into the infirmary to treat a severe puncture wound to his neck upon discovery. Since his recovery, he has spent most of his time with either the Ducal family or the Duke's primary advisors, swordsmaster Duncan Idaho, mentat and Atreides Master of Assassins Thufir Hawat, and Commander Gurney Halleck of the Ducal Guard. While relatively new to House Atreides, he has been included in multiple high level strategic planning sessions; the purpose as to why, however, is unknown. In his free time, Potter is almost always in the company of Paul Atreides, the Ducal heir.

The following are rumors that have been collected that can be neither proven nor disproven. Subject has telekinetic powers. Subject is able to read minds. Subject is a Truthsayer. Subject can disappear and reappear with similarities in method of travel to that of the combination of Spacing Guild Navigators and Holtzman Engines. Subject is the illegitimate son of Duke Leto Atreides (no genetic sample has been attained for testing).

B.G. Archived Report #10191-R389P-MRashinoZea

It had been six months since Harry had arrived on Caladan, six long months of training, strategy meetings, and attempting to become up-to-date with all the cultural information about this universe that could not be crammed into the books. Harry sighed, watching the sun rise over Castle Caladan. Tonight would be the last night he would sleep in these rooms for tomorrow Harry would accompany Paul, Duke Leto, and Lady Jessica to Arrakis in the final wave of the move from Caladan.

But that was tomorrow. Today was today, and today was Harry's first step in his plans to change the future of this reality. While this first step would not change events in the near future, rather, it would (Harry hoped) provide a powerful ally in the fights to come. He didn't expect the entirety of the Bene Gesserit to be swayed. No, he was just looking to convert one person, Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam.

Harry had known when the Reverend Mother had arrived late last night. Stretching his magic over the castle before he had gone to bed, a task which had become habit for Harry, he searched the halls for signs of possible hostile activity. Harry had almost finished sweeping the castle from his position in his bed when he came across an anomaly. At first, he had thought that it was an uncountable number of people crammed into an extremely small space. Harry could feel each distinct set of memories, cascading and undulating in their confinement. This moment of confusion passed when he realized that this must be the Other Memory of a Bene Gesserit Reverend Mother. In her missive to Lady Jessica (of which Harry was privy to after the conclusion his trial period), Mohiam had stated that she would have arrived tomorrow to administer the Gom Jabbar, but, thanks to Harry's warning, Lady Jessica was prepared for her.

Harry watched the sun rise over the nearby port of Cala City, going over his plan for the umpteenth time. He had decided to only speak in fully qualified truths. As a Truthsayer, he knew that Mohiam could tell if he lied outright, but as a Bene Gesserit Truthsayer, she could only tell if the person speaking believed a statement to be true, not if the statement was independently correct. Paul was the only person (that Harry knew of) that could identify correctness with his 'sense of rightness'. As the Emperor's personal Truthsayer, Mohiam would be used to the art of telling lies with half truths. Harry would qualify each statement so that she could not deny the truth of what he was saying, rather than just dismissing his words as not wholly false. If she asked a question that Harry did not want to answer or could not answer, he would tell her so and provide her with a reason why. If she tried to use the Voice on him… Well, Harry would have a surprise ready for her.

Turning around, the raven-haired teen went back into his room to change into his uniform. Like Paul, Harry was expected to wear the Atreides military regalia when not specifically told otherwise. He had long ago decided that he didn't like wearing the uniform. While it was very comfortable and he had been told that the uniform made him look good, the problem was, at least to Harry, that it made him look too good. Whenever he wore the black military coat, forest green trousers, and shiny black boots, the eyes of most single (and some married) women followed him wherever he went. He had quite a few propositions posed to him by some of the Castle's female staff members. Each time he had politely refused, blushing wildly, it seemed like it only egged the women on. When he had spoken of this problem to Gurney Halleck during his weapons training one day, the old smuggler had broken down laughing. He had told the teen that he had become some sort of legend with the female staffers and there was a betting pool going between the male staffers as to which lass would bed him first. Harry had stormed out of his training, mid-session, leaving a red-faced Gurney Halleck lying on the floor, crying with laughter.

Suppressing this memory and muttering about women who should have their libido (and most likely parts of their brains) surgically removed, donned the uniform and went down the hall to join Paul in his rooms for a private breakfast before the young heir's trial with the Gom Jabbar.

Lady Jessica stood at the doors to her sitting room, preventing anyone from intruding, interrupting the ritual of the Gom Jabbar. She appeared externally calm, but her eyes tried (tried and failed) not to show the fear that her son would be killed. Even without actively using Legilimancy against the woman, Harry could hear her mentally screaming the Litany Against Fear, broadcasting her thoughts to anyone with the skill to listen to them. Harry got up from his chair in the antechamber and moved across the room to stand in front of Paul's mother, who stared into space in front of her, her eyes glassy, as she tried to conquer her fear. He reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes. She jumped, startled out of her daze, and her fear was visible on her face as she focused on Harry's face.

"I have told you Jessica, Paul will be fine. He is human."

Harry could see moisture gather at her bottom eyelids as she tried to hold back tears. "I…I know. I know he is human… But accidents do happen." Harry could see that Paul's situation wasn't the only cause for her tears. There was another source of this reaction, a source that had plagued her for a great deal of her life. She needed more than his simple reassurances.

"Do you love your son?" The question startled Jessica out of her fear.

"He is the heir to House Atreides," she said with passion, "I gave birth to him!"

Harry nodded, "That is true, but do you love the child you gave birth to?"

SMACK!

While Harry had been expecting the slap, it still hurt. "Of course I love him!" she said, a little too loudly. She quickly lowered her voice to a whisper so she would not be heard by the occupants of the room behind her, "I defied the Sisterhood by conceiving Paul out of love for Leto! I defied the Sisterhood by training Paul and you in Sisterhood techniques because I love Paul and I know that you are one of the greatest chances to keep Paul alive on Arrakis. I would give my life for Paul."

"And because of this, you are strong!" Harry whispered back, but with no less passion, "You have been taught that to love is a weakness, a weakness of resolve. Throughout your life, you have been indoctrinated to abandon all attachment for it is a sign of weakness. You, yourself, are proof that this is a lie," Jessica blinked at the teen, confused, "Alone, you faced down the Bene Gesserit, one of the, if not the most powerful institution in this Empire. You stood firm in your love in opposition to everything you had been taught. Even now, you are stronger than every other Sister or Reverend Mother in the Bene Gesserit. Every other would stand here, detached. They would have no connection to what happens inside. You, on the other hand, stand out here while your child, the same child that you would give your life for, stands inside with his life at risk. Because of your love, you have grown in your resolve because you are constantly assaulted by your instincts to protect your child. Love is not the weakness. Attachment is not the weakness. Abandonment to your instincts is the weakness. You are stronger because you are now able to overcome those instincts because those instincts are present to overcome in the first place. Those who know no love do not have that chance to strengthen themselves. You are strong, Jessica!"

Harry gave her a small smile as she nodded, resolve in her eyes.

"Good! Now, Lady Jessica, make yourself presentable. Paul is finished with the Gom Jabbar and will come to fetch you in a few moments." Harry could see the relief in Jessica's eyes as she made dried the miniscule amount of moisture from the bottoms of her eyelids and gave a small sigh. All the signs of her grief, however small they were, had disappeared by the time the door behind her opened and Paul allowed his mother to enter. Harry caught the fifteen year-old's gaze for a moment and gave him a reassuring smile.

It was time to wait.

Harry was still waiting by the door when Jessica and Paul emerged. The young heir left the antechamber, deep in thought. Jessica motioned for Harry. "She has agreed to see you," she paused for a moment, before adding a concerned, "Be careful, Harry, she is extremely dangerous."

"So am I, my Lady, so am I"

As Harry entered the sitting room, Jessica closed the doors behind him, taking up her post as guard.

Inside, Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam sat with her back to Harry, surveying the beautiful scenery around Castle Caladan through the large, panoramic windows. "I was informed, boy, that you wished to speak to me," all Harry could make out of the woman was her robe clad arm as she motioned to the seat next to her. Harry seated him in the offered chair, not turning to look at the aging master of politics next to him, instead, fixing his attention on the scenery in front of him. He was not going to allow her to intimidate him like the seventeen year old he appeared to be.

Once he was seated next to her, she continued, "The Bene Gesserit plays a vital role in the function of this great Empire. Why do you deem yourself important enough to request the time of a Reverend Mother, let alone the Emperor's Truthsayer?" Her voice was graveled with age. While her tone was pleasantly conversational, he detected the undercurrent of steel. It was a voice in which she could invite a friend to tea or order your execution. Harry smiled. After Voldemort, he was extremely hard to intimidate.

"I have been given the opportunity to meet with you because I know whether or not you have succeeded in creating the Kwisatz Haderach a generation early."

Whatever the Reverend Mother was expecting, that was not it. Mohiam snapped her head to her right, staring at the boy seated next to her, while simultaneously attempting to mask her flinch. "Kull wahad! What did you say?"

Harry calmly turned to face the crone, "The reason Lady Jessica requested you to meet with me is because I know whether or not your grandson, Paul Atreides, is the Kwisatz Haderach," Harry saw an emotion he never would have expected flash in Mohiam's eyes: fear. "I have answers. I have the answers to your questions; your questions, not the Bene Gesserit's."

"H-how?" the usually composed Truthsayer managed to stammer out, her prana-bindu training abandoned in her cascading emotions. Harry's smile grew slightly.

"It is simple, my dear Reverend Mother," Harry closed his eyes, dropping the glamour that had masked his green Eyes of the Ibad. Opening them, he heard Mohiam gasp, "I am prescient." She could hear the truth ring in his words, only increasing her fear. "Calm yourself, Reverend Mother. Say the Litany with me. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing…Only I will remain." While old woman did not join him aloud, Harry could hear her chant along with him in her mind. By the end of the mantra, the master manipulator was back to her old, crotchety self.

"Now, Reverend Mother, see the path which your fear had traveled. Your fear came to you through your own experience of prescience. You saw the jihad spread across the galaxy and you fear the death and destruction that it will follow it. You see the horrors that may accompany the Kwisatz Haderach, should he arrive a generation early."

Mohaim rose from her seat with a grace that Harry would have thought impossible had he not know about the Bene Gesserit's training. She took a few steps away from where Harry was seated and turned to face him, gesturing at him with a hand that looked more like a claw and talons than the perfectly manicured fingers and nails that they were. "You have seen this too!" At Harry's nod of confirmation she continued, bringing her entire will to bear in the Voice, trying to command his compliance, "IF THIS IS THE CASE, THEN TELL ME IF THE WHELP IS THE KWISATZ HADERACH NOW! If he is, I will kill the boy myself. We cannot allow that to happen!" the crone's eyes started to become glazed in her intensity, "I will not stand back and let trillions of people die when we can stop that now!"

Harry shot up from his chair, lowering the walls and dampeners that he had built so that his spice-strengthened would not affect those around him. "DOES THE PRIDE OF THE BENE GESSERIT KNOW NO BOUNDS, WOMAN!" Gone was the attractive raven haired, emerald-eyed teen that had been calmly conversing with the Truthsayer, in his place was a being of power. As the final and most powerful dampener that had been holding Harry's magic in check fell, a gale force wind ripped through the sitting room. With a cacophonous sound, the glassplaz of the panoramic windows exploded (although disintegrated would be a more accurate term) outward, sending a shower of sand sized shards into the empty courtyard below.

The instant Harry had risen from his chair, Mohiam had know that she had made a grievous mistake. Immediately, she had felt the pressure in the room increase, escalating to a point in which the Reverend Mother could only take short labored breaths. Harry's voice lashed out at her. While she could tell that from his speech that he had the capability to use the Voice, this was different. The words assaulted her, pounding in her ears, ringing in her very mind. In that moment, the indoctrination of the Bene Gesserit within Mohiam's mind was destroyed.

For the first time, she saw the misplaced pride and arrogance of the Sisterhood she had devoted her life to. While the Sisterhood had a worthy goal at the time of their founding, the continuity of Humanity, they had become corrupted by the very task they had taken upon themselves. Instead of attempting to help humanity as a whole, they had fallen into the trap of complacency. They had devised a pivot for humanity to rest upon, the Kwisatz Haderach. Originally, the Kwisatz Haderach was meant to see the paths that the future might take, and choose that in which Humanity might thrive. Over the years, due to their machinations in politics (which were originally enacted to set up the Kwisatz Haderach's rule) they lost sight of the true purpose of their super-being. Eventually, the Kwisatz Haderach came to be seen as the way for the Bene Gesserit to form the galaxy in the image they thought would best benefit humanity.

This realization left Mohiam's spirit and resolve crushed. When she heard the windows shatter, she was brought back to reality. Startled, she tried to scramble away from the being of power in front of her. In her haste to get away from Harry, her heel caught the hem of her robe, sending her backwards in a heap.

Harry had only released the binds that he had placed upon his magic so that he could shock Mohiam's system so severely that she would be awakened to the reality of the Bene Gesserit Order. This, however, was only one of the possible outcomes. If he had not used enough magical force accompanying his Legilimancy, the indoctrination would not be broken, but actually strengthened as it unconsciously fortified itself to fend off the attack. If Harry had used too much force, his Legilimantic probe could have shattered her mind, reducing her to something similar to the effect of long term Cruciatus exposure. While it would have caused problems for House Atreides with both the Emperor and the Bene Gesserit if Mohiam became brain damaged, Harry was willing to take the chance of being heavy-handed. If the Truthsayer was allowed to follow the path she had taken in the books, she would eventually try to assassinate Paul.

Harry reigned in his power and looked down at the pitiful old woman in front of him. Mohiam was cowering against the far wall of the destroyed sitting room, staring at a spot in front of her on the floor. As Harry approached her, he could hear her muttering under her breath, "What have we done? What have I done? Jessica… Paul… My child! I murdered my own child because of them!"

Seeing what he had done to this woman, a single tear slowly crawled down Harry's cheek. He knew that he had forced this woman to relive every action of her life. He had realized that she had never dealt with the horrors she had endured throughout her life. The indoctrination she had gone through did not let her emotionally address what she had faced. Everything done was done in the name of the Sisterhood. Those acts had not been done by her, but by the Sisterhood. The atrocities she had faced were not directed at her, but rather, directed at the Sisterhood. Mohiam was now reliving the birth of her ninth child and the feeling of detachment as she smothered the same child with a pillow. She had to endure the pain and humiliation as Vladimir Harkonnen paralyzed her, brutally raped her, broadcasting the rape live to every person on Giedi Prime, the same rape that resulted in the birth of Jessica.

While Harry hated that he made the old woman relive her life, he stood firm in his resolve. She had been a slave of the dogma of the corrupt Sisterhood of the Bene Gesserit. It was better to be free, burdened with those acts that had happened in slavery, than to be a slave with no hope of a chance to correct and overcome those acts.

Harry sat down on the floor in front of the cowering Reverend Mother.

"Mohiam?...Mohiam?..." There was no response, the woman was only sobbing uncontrollably. Harry decided to try something more familiar to try and catch the woman's attention.

"Gaius?" She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. Harry could see that she had lost one of her contacts during the ordeal and now he could see the dark all-encompassing blue eye that was a symptom of spice addiction.

For a moment she just stared at him, eyes full of sorrow, lips trembling. Then, with all the speed of a Bene Gesserit fighter, she lunged across the small distance between them. Harry had not been ready for such a sudden change in demeanor, and, for an instant, he thought she was attacking him. This thought vanished almost as suddenly as it had come on when he felt her arms latch weakly around him. She buried her head in his chest, sobbing.

"I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry!"

The two of them sat there for hours, Harry gently rocking the elderly woman as she tried to blame herself for all of her sins. He calmly consoled her, making her realize that, while she made most of the choices in her life without a direct Bene Gesserit command, it had been the indoctrination she had received since birth that compelled her to make the choices she did. All she could do now was to move on, doing what was right now that she had been disillusioned with the Sisterhood.

When the Reverend Mother had finally calmed down, both clambered to their feet, their bodies protesting after such a long time on the floor. In silence Mohiam accompanied Harry to the door. Upon opening it, Harry found Jessica, standing in the same position she had been when Harry had left her. After a quick apology for the state of the room, Harry asked her if there was another secure chamber in which they could finish their discussions. Harry never did get around to actually outlining his plan for Mohiam during the years of the absence of House Atreides.

The wizard sighed, it was going to be a long day.

A/N: Just to head off flames at the pass, I will state this once. This will not be a Mohiam/Harry (shivers at the very thought of it) flick. She just had to go through reliving every mistake and horrible experience of her life. She just needed someone to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be alright, since she never had had anyone to do that for her when she was a child.

A/N #2: Please Review!