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The Legend of Harry Potter

Chapter 6 Repercussions

POV Draco

Draco blinked heavily when he finally came out of Harry's memories. Looking up he tried very hard to steady himself. Going into Pensive memories could be disconcerting for wizards especially for the first time. It was common for many to experience nausea and such after being taking out of an artificial world created by one's memories.

Add to the varying emotional trauma that all of the Order experienced, Draco saw many wizards and witches temporally sitting down or leaning on the ones who bore the visions stronger. Hell even Dumbledore of all people was crying. He seemed to be the most visibly affected by the memories, no the nightmare, other than Lily Potter. The Muggle Studies professor looked to be an emotional wreck only able to stand up because her husband Auror James Potter was supporting her weight. Draco supposed he shouldn't be surprised. After all Lily Potter did witness just some of the nightmare of the alternate version of her son.

Draco in comparison to the rest of the fellow members of the Order was significantly better off. The memories were an absolute nightmare to watch but he managed to grit his teeth through it. A part of him felt a lot of pity to the young man who sat in front of him with little care. No one should endure even half of the horrors that this man experienced. A practical part of Draco saw of how useful and powerful that Harry Potter was. He had more experience in war than any of them in the room, even more than Dumbledore and Mad Eye Moody. For that alone he was extremely valuable. He actually was the one to take out Voldemort himself. But on the other hand Draco had several misgivings about Harry Potter. For one he wasn't exactly mentally stable, no man could come out unscathed from what he endured. Frankly Draco was surprised that Harry hadn't mentally snapped yet. By Merlin he sometimes hated being right.

Any other thoughts Draco had on the manner were completely interrupted when He of all people spoke.

"So now you all know of who I am and what I am." Harry's voice sounded cracked and hoarse from disuse. Despite his youth his voice felt suited for a tired elderly veteran rather than the twenty one year man that sat before them.

Harry began to slowly stand up from his previous position before continuing, "I know that this is difficult for you all to comprehend, but I am Harry Potter, just not the one you are familiar with," he said with a blank, cold expression.

Draco felt a chill down his spine from his tone. Never had he come across someone who sounded so empty, so cold. It put even the most dulcet tones from Professor Snape and the icy demeanor of Daphne to shame.

Finally a voice rang out from their side from Professor Snape, "Prove it then, Mr. Potter. Swear a vow before the Order." he responded with his jaw clenched.

At first Harry said nothing before with a lighting snap of his wrist brought a curiously shaped wand to his chest before stating, "I swear upon my life and magic, that I am Harry Potter. I am the man you saw in the memories. I was the Boy Who Lived. So mote it be." A flash of golden and crimson magic rang out signifying the oath.

Things were silent for sometime before Dumbledore who managed to compose himself said aloud, "What do you want Harry? What do you wish to do?"

The whole Order seem to be surprised at Dumbledore's declaration , Malfoy included. He had never heard of Dumbledore giving the initiative to someone. Usually it was very simple, Dumbledore gave the orders. It was Dumbledore who knew everything. The fact that Dumbledore felt lost was shocking. This was perhaps the first time since Voldemort was stopped by Neville that he looked confused and unsure to many of the Order.

Harry raised an eyebrow in amused surprise, "Shouldn't it be obvious to what I want? I want the same thing your Order wants. The death of Voldemort and the annihilation of all his Death Eaters and influence." he stated bluntly.

The whole Order looked at one another with misgivings and fear and eventually back to Dumbledore. Dumbledore in turn held a sorrowful expression towards Harry.

"Yet you have fought a long hard war to defeat Voldemort on your world. Shouldn't you of all people deserve a rest?" Dumbledore pleaded.

Harry was unfettered by Dumbledore's plea as he shot back, "I had a week of rest after fighting Voldemort to a standstill in Diagon Alley. Have you forgotten?"

"That is not what I meant. What I meant was…" Dumbledore stumbled with some of his words.

"No" Harry interrupted abruptly. Some of the Order hissed out at Dumbledore being interrupted before Harry continued dryly, "I know what you're asking for Dumbledore but the answer is no. I do not require any more rest than I already have. I am not a child that you need to protect anymore. All I desire is the end of Voldemort as swiftly as possible."

There was a small lull before Sirius Black said aloud, "There must be more to this Harry. Why does it matter so much for you? You owe us nothing so why of all things do you do this?

Harry's expression was still the same cold and uncaring. With a disdainful voice he called out, "The very existence of Voldemort and the Death Eaters who carry out his will are a great affront towards me. You've all been looking for someone or something that can destroy Voldemort, well you're looking at him. I am a prophecy child much like your own Boy Who Lived, only I'm better."

At this Neville hissed out in anger, "Like hell you are! Better than me! Don't make me laugh.! Look at what you've…"

Snape interrupted Neville trying a different tack as he said sarcastically, "You indeed have a high opinion of yourself Mr. Potter. What else have you accomplished other than an indiscriminate string of dead bodies and devastation you've laid in your world?"

"Severus enough…" said Dumbledore exasperated at the direction of the discussion was taking.

Harry hoarsely replied back, "You may be right Professor Snape and Mr Longbottom, but the fact still stays the same I'm one of the few men who can hold his own against the likes of Voldemort. But more importantly I'm the only one here that killed him."

Snape looked unimpressed as he shot back, "While your little display in Diagon Alley was impressive enough for your average mediocre wizard, you barely survived an encounter with Voldemort which is as much as any of us are capable of. I fail to see to see how that makes you better than us."

Harry looked unconcerned as he said, "You saw my skill and power first hand plenty of times Professor Snape. I know I can't match this Voldemort and neither can the Order stand up to him now that he is empowered with demon magic. Which finally brings me to why I have invited you the Order all here. I propose an alliance between the Order and myself."

The whole Order seemed to suck in their breath at that. Draco felt as if all the room had been sucked out from Harry's proclamation. Draco could see the whole Order coming to different conclusions at Harry's offer. The tension inside the room seem to rise up when Draco saw the Order look among themselves trying to see if they came to the same answer.

At this Neville stood up with steely determination laced with rage, "Like hell we'll accept that. We've seen what you can do and we know you're not above using dark magic. Who's to say you won't turn on us."

Draco had mixed feelings about this because as much he disagreed with Longbottom, he had a point. A large part of him was screaming to say no to Harry's offer. Firstly it was obvious that this Harry performed dark magic. He saw the degree of dark magic that Harry casted and it was considerable. And if their was one thing Draco hated more than anything was dark magic.

He saw what dark magic would do to people, not just its victims but the one who would use it too. Dark magic had powerful corrupting influence to the soul and the more one used it the easier the practitioner could fall more into evil and darkness. He saw what it did to his father most of all, how from one moment he could be so kind and loving to his mother and to himself, and how evil he could be to his victims. To Draco's shame and also a common conclusion he spread out on other members of the Order is that it would be incredibly useful for that could use dark magic be on the Order's side. The sole dark wizard allied with the Order was Severus Snape. Having someone who not only understood the Death Eaters but was willing to get their hands dirty could be very useful.

Harry looked briefly bemused at Neville's statement, before falling back to his chilly self. "That is the very reason why you want someone like me on your team and not against you. Because I can afford to get my hands dirty so that your Order doesn't have to. I can take it and I can hold out against the corruptive strength of dark magic. You know that this war is going to get ugly and I'm giving you an out to keep your conscience intact. I suggest you take it.

At this Draco spoke up, "Okay fair enough, I get that. The war got ugly in your world and it has yet to get anywhere near what happened here. You make a convenient point of having someone like you on our side. But their are other reasons to be wary of someone like you. Let's talk about the fact that your surprising ease to cast the Imperius curse on someone like me who's innocent. Let's talk about how you easily use Legilimency to break into innocent people's minds. Like my mind for instance, because if you're going to our ally, I want to know if you're going to do that to us because I think we have the right to know."

At this the room exploded with a bombshell with many of the Order criticizing and accusing him of the use of mind magics and dark magics. It was cacophony of voices but the one thing Draco could glean from, was it wasn't looking good for Harry.

His other personal but relevant reason, was that he hated how Harry ambushed him and just completely broke into his mind and controlled him. It was humiliating and embarrassing that he completely broke into his mind like that. Draco prided himself as one of the best occlumens of his age and to see that broken so easily upset him. He heavily valued his privacy above most things.

Draco was concerned of how easily Harry just used Legilimency on the spot and used the Imperius curse so callously for his own personal goals. He already used it on him what would stop him from using it on any of his friends or the Order.

Harry was silent the whole time before looking to Dumbledore. Draco could see that Dumbledore got the message before he yelled out, "Silence! I understand that our emotions are running very high from all of this, but I believe we can discuss all of this rationally and calmly. Now Harry, Mr Malfoy makes a fine point. If we were to accept your generous offer, can you give us assurances that you won't use such methods on your own allies.

Harry closed his eyes briefly before sighing out, and for the first time Draco saw a crack in the mask of Harry Potter. His icy composure that his Occlumency enforced seemed to have fallen away. He looked very tired and his eyes were shining with regret.

Draco was taken aback at Harry's expression, for the only time he'd seen that was in Harry's memories.

After a moment Harry turned to Draco and said, "I'm sorry Draco. It was wrong of me to do that to you. I assumed that you were a villain and for the long time I've been so used to manipulating people against their will to survive that it came so easy to me to manipulate and break into your head. But that is not an excuse and I really don't have one. But I'm sorry and I won't do that to you or anyone who is innocent again."

Draco gulped nervously not expecting the apology before saying, "Fine words but can you prove that."

Harry nodded before turning his attention to the rest of the Order and Dumbledore, "If I were to be part of this alliance, I will make a wizard's oath to never use the Imperius Curse or Legilimency on the Order or any innocent person. I think you all make fine points for me not to join, but the fact of the matter is that we can't afford to fight one another. If we are divided than none of us will stand a chance against Voldemort. I implore you all to not fight me."

A large part of Draco' screamed out to say no. He didn't exactly trust Harry, yet his head won out, Harry was far more useful to the Order allied with them then working against him.

He could see that Harry was magically very powerful. He was considerably more powerful than the Harry Potter of this world and was probably marginally weaker than the likes of Dumbledore or Voldemort before he used demon magic. Having a wizard of that caliber was a massive boon.

Furthermore the knowledge that Harry had of the other world was a treasure in itself. If he gave the Order more information about it in addition to what they already had, it certainly upped their chances of winning the war and avoiding the disasterous future. As Draco looked around he could see the majority of the Order was thinking along the same lines.

Finally Hermione spoke out and voiced what Draco was thinking, "I believe Harry is right. There is much he can offer to the Order if he's on our side. There is too much at stake for us turn this down. We cannot afford to fight both Harry and Voldemort at once. I mean think of all the information from the other world he has. We can use this to our advantage. And he's a skilled fighter and the more fighters on our side the better chance we have at winning this war."

The whole Order seem to mull over what Hermione and Harry said before Dumbledore spoke in agreement, "I agree with Ms Granger and I believe we have much to offer to each other. On behalf of the Order I accept your offer for an alliance with conditions."

Harry nodded and snapped his wand to his chest before speaking, "I swear upon my magic and life never to harm any of the Order or any innocent being I will not use Legilimency against members of the Order and any innocent. So mote it be."

A flare of magic erupted from Harry's oath, and Dumbledore being the leader of the Order accepted it with a flash magic from his own wand. "I accept your oath Harry Potter and I declare you an ally of the Order of the Phoenix. And now let me offer an oath of my own, I promise you Harry Potter and my own friends to be transparent of my dealings and decisions regarding the war. So mote it be."

The Order looked surprised but so did Harry ho's mouth was dropped in genuine surprise at Dumbledore's oath.

Dumbledore looked among his friends before saying, "I realize now how it seems I've been manipulating all of you from behind the scenes like chess pieces. This has not been my intention and I would like to start a different path. We are all on the same side and we will defeat Voldemort together.

Draco saw that the Order looked mixed about this decision. The majority looked relieved and happy with a new ally. But a large amount of the Order looked displeased at the Order but reluctantly accepting like Neville and Frank. Finally a smaller amount of the Order did not seem to give off any reaction like Daphne Greengrass.

Dumbledore stood and addressed the rest of the Order, "I declare that this meeting is adjourned and I would like some time to discuss things with Mr Harry alone. Please use the portkey to return to headquarters, Thank you.

The Order filed out slowly grabbing the portkey before they were pulled back to headquarters. Back with heavy thoughts and hearts.

Draco singled out Snape before asking him, "Professor, earlier you said something about your spies regarding Voldemort's use of demon magic. What was it?"

Snape was silent for a moment before responding, "Voldemort is gathering energy to perform a demonic ritual. I don't know much more but I do know whatever Harry shot at him did serious damage to his magic. It's taking him much longer than usual to gather the necessary magical power to power the ritual. However it's only a matter of time. "

Draco paled at that, they were running out of time.

POV Lily Potter

Lily waited nervously as she stood by the fireplace within the Room of Requirement. Her husband stood next to her in waiting. Every part of her was cautiously optimistic with hope. She felt lighter even with a possible reason to smile again. In contrast her husband James looked more grim and uncomfortable. He was also eyeing his wife carefully with a small frown on his face.

Her son had returned to her. Harry might of not been born to her but he was every bit the son she and James should of had and raised.

This was her second chance to make things right, to maybe be the mother she always wanted to Harry. This was her chance not fail her family again.

James broke into her thoughts carefully, "Lily as much as I like seeing you smile again, I must ask, what the hell are you thinking."

Lily glanced back at her husband before saying, "I'm thinking of our son James. I'm thinking of the joy that Harry is here and on our side."

James nearly bit back with an angry retort before sighing heavily and looking to his wife with resignation.

"I get it. I get why you think that, and you know what a part of me wishes I felt the way you do. But that man's memories we saw is not my son. To me Harry died a long time ago," James trailed off sadly with regret.

Lily stared back at her husband with surprise, she almost expected to fight her husband on this issue. For all these past years that's all her marriage with James entailed.

Harry's betrayal caused massive strain on their marriage James had simply threw himself in his work to cope with the grief and he shut out his pain along with his wife and children.

Lily looked up with her eyes despondent before saying, "I'm kind of shocked James. I thought we would fight again…" trailing off.

'I know for these past years, you've blamed me and judged me for still loving Harry, our son. I can see it in your eyes."

James looked back wracked with guilt and shame before saying, "My mother Euphemia, you remember her right?" Lily nodded waiting to see where her husband went with this. "She always told she would always love me. No matter what I did or who I would become she always told me she loved me. A good mother always loves her children and you Lily loved our children unconditionally."

Lily looked back with surprise, this was the most she heard from her husband for a while. James hadn't opened up to her for a long time. She pried carefully, "Those are fine words but you still judged me for it. You never said it aloud but I could see it your eyes of how could I still love a monster."

James looked defeated before saying, "I'm so sorry for that Lily and I'm sorry for these past two years. After I lost Harry I pushed away Rose, Michael, and you when I needed it most. I know I don't deserve it but can you forgive me." James' hazel eyes looked desperate and resigned as he stared back at his wife.

James looked so tired at that moment beaten and exhausted, Lily noted.

Lily felt small tears well into her eyes. She really had been crying more often she thought ruefully.

"James after all these years, you're still can be so foolish at times, I forgive you and I still love you." Lily said emphatically her voice breaking a bit.

James breathed out with relief before saying, "Oh thank Merlin…" Lily took his shoulders and his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. It felt so nice and sweet. She broke it off before telling her husband.

"But no more fighting, no more alienating us okay. I know Rose, and Michael when he wakes up, want their Father back. I know I want my husband back. Promise?"

James felt his forehead lean on Lily as he said gently but firmly, "I promise."

They were quiet for a while before James said, I know you want to be a mother to Harry. It was obvious to see and I won't oppose you against this. Just know I do not feel the same with Harry. I will not accept him back to the family or to take the Potter name."

Lily nodded grateful, "I understand perfectly, and thank you James.

The two of them stood contently for a while before Lily said, "James, I do believe it's time we tell Rose about this. She deserves to know."

James nodded before pulling out of his pocket and taking a special mirror out. He looked into the mirror and shouted clearly, "Rose!"

For a moment there was silence before the mirror morphed into Rose's room. Lily saw her daughter idly doing her homework before she looked up with surprise.

She walked towards the mirror before taking up in full, "Mom, Dad what's up?"

James told Rose clearly, "Rose we need you to come to the Order's headquarters straight away. Your mother and I have something very important to tell you."

Rose was brimming with excitement as she bounced up with glee, 'You guys need me at the Order!? Okay I'll be right there."

"Use the special portkey sweetheart, it will take you straight to us.

James and her had a lot news to tell her.

Rose was reeling from shock from what she had heard as she looked back at her Mom and Dad with confusion.

She started off slowly and incredulously, "This isn't some joke right? You're not taking the mickey out of me right?"

"No Rose we're completely serious about this, like your godfather."

Rose groaned, "Oh come on that joke is old, I swear I'll hex someone who does that again. But for real, no jokes, he's not him?"

Lily gently spoke to her daughter, "No sweetheart, this is a different Harry Potter. He's not him… I know this is hard to believe but it's undisputable. Harry showed us the memories and Professor Dumbledore confirmed it. Harry comes from of completely different world. One where he was the Boy Who Lived and the one who put a stop to Voldemort."

Rose seemed to shiver before shaking her head, "I believe you guys but it feel so weird and surreal. Evil in our world but a good guy in a different world, I can't wrap my head around it. But I suppose you're right. I thought he was going to blast me to bits when I first saw him but he just stunned me. He looked more confused and scared if anything."

"Take your time sweetheart, we're here for you," Lily said gently and she moved around to give her daughter a hug.

There was a loud and bright flash and Professor Dumbledore appeared with Harry in the private room that the Potter were using.

Dumbledore smiled genially before exclaiming, "Ah Mr., Mrs, and Ms Potter, how good to see you. Ms Potter I assumed your parent filled you with our new ally here. Please welcome him."

Rose looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here but she mumbled out, "Hello…"

Harry looked back. His eyes were still cold but their seemed to be an undercurrent of emotion into them.

"Hey, Rose Potter, you can call me Harry. I…" Harry shifted clearly as uncomfortable as Rose, "I apologize for stunning you when we first met. It was unacceptable of me, and I hope you can forgive me for that.

Rose glanced at him critically before saying, "Apology accepted, I'm sorry for attacking you."

Harry hurriedly said, "There's really no need, I understand why you reacted the way you did."

He looked at Lily and James directly, 'Mr and Mrs Potter right? You can call me Harry."

James and Lily exchanged their greetings with him. An awkward silence began after both side didn't seem to know what to say.

Dumbledore cut through the silence like a knife through hot butter. "Now that you are familiar with one another I must propose something that concerns the both of you." He had the attention of the Potters and Harry now. "I've been pondering of an appropriate temporary place to house are new ally and I thought of Potter Manor. Both the Potters and Harry blanched in shock from Dumbledore and were clearly not expecting that.

"Before you object I present my case. Potter Manor has some of the strongest wards and you have a full wing of the manner that does not house the refugees. Also all our other Allies are either too filled or are may have too much of a grudge to see things clearly. The Room of Requirement will not do. My teachers amongst the Order would object to Harry staying here and I would be obligated as my duty as Headmaster to tell the whole faculty of such an event. Finally the rest of the Order needs to be informed about Harry and I prefer that their first impression of him won't turn ugly."

Both sides paused at Dumbledore's reasoning. Harry started, "Well when you put it that way, that seems acceptable. I'm fine with this arrangement of the Potter and he looked to the side expecting rejection.

Lily spoke out emphatically "Yes that is if James and Rose say it's okay."

James looked resigned as he looked to Rose. "Rose if you're not comfortable with this just say so and my vote will be no."

Rose seemed to steel herself before confidently saying, "Yes Potter Manor will have him if he wishes."

"It's settled then, very good I will help you all make this transition now." Dumbledore said.

Lily felt anxious. She waited with bated breath and after so long Harry had returned to her at their home. A part of her felt thrilled that Harry accepted the comforts of their home. Perhaps they could be a real family again she dared hoped.

James and Rose were not enthusiastic about the arrangement but shouldered their duties well.

"And here is your room Harry. There are three other guest rooms in the East Wing which you'll be staying in. We have some rooms for storage and four bathrooms here around the wing. There's a small kitchen, the House Elves keep it stocked should you want anything to cook for yourself. If you need anything else, just ask for Blinky one of the House Elves, he'll be able to help you out if there is anything you need," James briskly explained.

Harry seem to take it all in stride as he nodded along with what her husband saying. His expression while still cold and calm seemed softer.

"Thank you Mr Potter, this is acceptable." Harry seemed to struggle with what to say next as he searched for the next words he wanted say.

"I - you have a nice house. I never knew the Potter were so wealthy."

James paused surprised at Harry's statement, "Nobody ever told you about the Potter fortune?"

"No one, I mean knew my family was well off, but I never knew we were that rich." Harry paused disconcerted.

"It's of no consequence, you have a nice house Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Thank you for letting me stay for the time being." Harry ended with a his cool mask back on.

Harry turned his back and quietly entered his room not looking back.

Lily couldn't sleep a wink when she went to bed that night. The thought of Harry weighed too much on her mind. She quietly lifted herself out of bed careful not to wake up James from his rest. Her feet ghosted on the floor as she exited out of her bedroom.

Lily needed light so she silently casted a lighting charm to guide her way.

The manor was silent. Her family was fast asleep and the refugees that were housed in the manor were quiet as well. Lily quickly made her way to the East Wing of the Potter Manor before seeing a dim light breaking through the cracks of the kitchen door. She hurried her way to the kitchen before opening to see what was inside.

Harry looked up at her sharply with a small amount of interest and surprise. His hand was gripped tightly at his wand before he released it seeing who the intruder was. In his other hand he held a fork and he was eating a small hastily made pasta.

Harry didn't say anything about Lily's approach but still quietly ate.

Lily paused searching for the words to say before saying her piece, "You couldn't sleep well too I see?"

Harry was silent for a time, and Lily thought he was either ignoring her or didn't hear her before he said, "I don't really sleep well anymore. I was hungry anyways and I decided to test your kitchen."

Harry paused briefly before continuing, "The food is pretty good, I haven't anything like that since well…"

Harry petered off unsure of what to say next. At this moment Lily saw his guard broken down, he looked less like the cold killer he portrayed himself but an unsure young man.

Lily sidled next to Harry taking the seat next to him before saying, "We'll swap stories if you like, I'll tell you why I can't sleep, if you tell me yours."

Without waiting for Harry to say anything Lily pressed on nervously, "I'm worried for my children, for my husband. I'm constantly worried that tomorrow might be the last time I'll ever see them. Every day I'm waiting for the time I'll get the call from St Mungo's and that they'll tell me my son has died. I'm at my wits ends, how can I be a good mother if I can't protect my children," Lily trailed off sadly.

Harry was quiet the whole time before his voice soft and unsure, "I'm not sure of what to say to you about this, but you've gotten this far have you? You've gotten pretty far considering you've had a psycho for a son. So don't give up on your family, don't lose them like I did."

Harry looked distant before Lily saw more and more of the mask he had on fade away. No longer did Harry have thay cold and icy visage, only a tired and sorrowful face remained. His eyes so familiar to her were the saddest eyes she ever seen..

"Every time I go to sleep I see the faces of the people I care for. Sometimes I see how they died, and sometime I see them accusing asking me of why I couldn't save him. Sleep is no solace for me I only trade one battlefield for another." Harry was leaning back now, his face laced with sorrow and regret.

His voice pained, "Sometimes they tell me of how worthless and foolish I was, and the worst part of it, is that they're right."

Lily couldn't stand it anymore and she rushed Harry and gave him a tight hug. She could feel Harry's startlement of how he freezed up. His voice clammed up unsure of what to say or what to do. She thought for a moment he would push her off.

Lily was shaking now, tear fresh in her eyes, "Don't say that Harry. You're not worthless. You're a good person who's had too many bad things happen to you. I know that your mother would be so proud of you because I know I am.

Harry's voice now was small and unsure, "You… You don't see me as just a weapon. I… Well… Thank you."

Lily held him tight, "Anytime Harry." At this time Harry felt so weak and fragile in her arms. She could hardly believe that the cold assassin and the broken young man were the same person. She could feel him ease into her embrace, as if he were her son and she was his mother.

She soon felt him shift and she instinctively let go him and got ready to take her leave. Before she left she turned back to him and smiled, "If you need to talk or if you need anything else I'll be there for you Harry. See you tomorrow."

And before Lily left she saw a small half smile form on Harry's lips. It was brief and fleeting but there all the same, "See you tomorrow Lily."

And with that Lily finally felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, hope.

POV Harry

Harry woke up with a start. He actually had some of the best rest he had in years. Harry felt a little lighter, perhaps he could make the most out of this new opportunity.

There was barely any sunlight out from the window and he could see he got up early as usual. As Harry armed himself he thought back to the private conversation he had with Dumbledore and his chat with Lily.

When everyone left Dumbledore brought out his wand and summoned two facing one another.

As Dumbledore moved to take his seat he genially said, "Please take a seat Harry, I have much to discuss with you."

Harry nodded and took the seat playing with the Elder Wand idly.

Dumbledore settled in a more comfortable position before he said, "First I must apologize to you Harry. You've suffered so much in your world and much of it came inadvertently from my care."

Harry was uncomfortable with that statement. A big part of him felt perverse pleasure in seeing Dumbledore feel guilty, but he knew this one was not responsible for his Dumbledore's failings.

"You and Dumbledore from my world are not the same people from my world. Whatever shame you feel, you don't need to feel it. It's not your fault."

Dumbledore still looked and felt guilty before he chuckled lightly, "Perhaps I've been projecting my insecurities on your situation Harry, but I do know I would of taken the same or a similar path that my counterpart took. I do know now things must change."

Harry shifted unsure of the developments with what Dumbledore was saying. He decided to pounce, "Are you saying you're going to be more open with the Order and me Dumbledore? Are you going to take the necessary steps to win? Will you accept that we'll have to kill to win this war? Will you do all you can for the Greater Good?"

Dumbledore shifted looking deeply unhappy at what Harry said but he answered clearly. "I will be open to a reasonable extent, and I'll get to the point so to speak. I care for the Order like my friends not as soldiers. There are some topics that must be kept as secret as possible such as the exact contents of the prophecy and the knowledge of who posesses both sets of the Deathly Hallows."

Harry nodded, "That seems reasonable, and what about Snape, I see you trust him this world like you did in mine."

Dumbledore steepled his finger before agreeing, "Yes Harry I trust Severus Snape. Although he practices Dark Magic he's loyal to the Order." Catching Harry's displeased reaction Dumbledore reassured Harry, "Severus Snape has never been a Death Eater in this world. He personally swore a loyalty oath to Lily Potter herself. He's the godfather of Lily and James Potters daughter Rose. And he is also our spymaster. Severus Snape has agents within Voldemort ranks enough, he's very valuable in the war effort."

Harry was surprised at that but he chalked it up to another change in this world. "Fair enough, the bastard is still an unpleasant git though."

Dumbledore chuckled a bit with Harry's comment before saying "We have screening for anyone with the Dark Mark, not just within the Order but amongst any territory that the Ministry control. And while I'm dislike the idea of killing. I myself will not kill, I've left it to the members of the Order to make the choice to kill or to capture the Death Eaters."

This was going very well in Harry's eyes, he hadn't expected Dumbledore to compromise like this to abandon the Light's values so easily. His thoughts were interrupted when Dumbledore said,

"And Harry if you know of the Deathly Hallows, then you must know the story of the Greater Good."

Harry nodded the affirmative and Dumbledore continued, "Know this Harry, I hate the Greater Good. I hate the unrepairable damage that was done to my family becuase of it. I hate how it took away my sweet younger sister Ariana. I hate of how easily that way of thinking blinds oneself to disregard the wellbeing of other people, my friends."

Harry quietly responded, "And yet you'll still follow through this ideal to the end won't you Dumbledore."

Dumbledore gave a large pained sigh before saying, "Yes Harry I will, because at the end of the day I must think of the wizarding community as a whole than the individual. At the end of the day I must be willing to sacrifice one life to save ten, ten lives to save one hundred. I even must be willing to sacrifice my friends to save the wizarding world. I must make those decisions because it's the right call, even if I'm damned for it."

Harry was quiet at this. He couldn't disagree with Dumbledore's logic, ironically while he himself was a victim to this ideology he agreed with it. "Those are good points Dumbledore. You make a fine argument. Tell me where are the Deathly Hallows in this world.

Dumbledore answered quickly, "You'll be pleased to know while the Hallows are not united, all three of them are in the Order's possession. I myself own the Elder Wand. The Ring lies in the Bones vault. Their family bought the Ring and the Stone in an auction a long time ago. The Cloak itself is normally a Potter family heirloom but in the light of recent events the Cloak has been at the hands of enemy until recently. The Greengrass clan holds the Cloak as James Potter gave it to their daughters as recompense after the attack on Greengrass Manor."

Harry frowned, "And know one has been able unite them?"

Dumbledore gave a light laugh before saying, "Even you Harry must know that you can't force the Hallows to unite under anyone. At some time someone will unite them naturally as a true Master of Death. That magic cannot be forced on anyone.

Dumbledore paused before becoming grave, "I must ask you Harry to guard your set of the Deathly Hallows carefully and wisely. If anyone caught wind that there are two set of the Deathly Hallows, you'll be in great danger."

"I'm not exactly to shout out to the heavens that I hold the Deathly Hallows if that is what you're worried about. Give me some credit I've lasted this long." Harry responded dryly.

"Just as so, I'm glad that it is possible that the Hallows could unite under a worthy master." Dumbledore said satisfied.

"On to another point Harry, I must confess I see you as an equal in experience and intellect. So forgive me for giving you piece an advice that an old man myself knows of."

Harry stiffened unsure of what Dumbledore was going to say before Dumbledore pressed on, "I have an understanding of the pain that you suffered Harry. I can see in your memories that you're in a dark place. And the best way to heal from that pain, is to let people in. If you trust and confide to people you care and trust for, I know it will help. And it doesn't have to be me, it can be anyone you feel you trust and care for. You said that you can't fight this war alone, and the same rings true for the pain that you are suffering. They will help you heal Harry."

Harry felt uncomfortable with Dumbledore's statement but nodded. He simply asked "Is there anything else?"

"Ah yes I'm glad you asked Harry, because we do need to find a place to house you.

Harry responded, "I think I'm fine here, I have wards here and everything."

"But it's not the best area isn't it Harry? This isn't the safest place in mind even with your warding ability and I do have a few ideas in mind, if you'll follow me I think we can find you a temporary place to stay while I prepare you a more permanent housing."

From there Harry was shunted off to the Potters. A part of him felt it was a more cynical way to get him to be attached to Order because dammit it worked.

Harry didn't know what to expect with the Potters. In fact almost every other family, Harry had his preconceptions from his world but the Potters with different. There was no true counterpart to his world. For the matter the Potters weren't his parents. It had been easy at first to separate them from his world, but things changed that last night.

He didn't know what quite came over him last night. He couldn't blame it on the whiskey he was damn sober at the time. The warmth he felt when Lily Potter hugged him and when he hugged her back was something he hadn't felt in so many years. The last time he felt such a warm embrace was from Mrs Weasley a long time ago in fifth year. It felt really nice and he opened up to her.

A flash of flames alerted Harry's attention, and Harry looked up to see Fawkes with a note in his beak.

Harry read through it quickly and it was a simple note asking of how he was settling in and an invitation back to the Room of Requirement.

He didn't have anything else better in mind so Harry dressed quickly and armed himself before letting Fawkes flash him to headquarters.

Harry blinked slightly not used to flame travel before seeing Dumbledore smiling at him in a comfy room with two sofas.

Dumbledore spread his hands wide before saying, "Ah Harry thank you for coming over on such short notice. To my shame there were some other points I forgot to go over with. The Greengrass family will be here soon to explain one of them to you, as it is their right. While we wait for them to come over, I thought to tell you another story."

Harry shrugged not exactly caring before saying, "Go on Dumbledore, you have my attention."

"Right then first of all may I see your sword that you've obtained."

Harry slowly drew the blade from his moleskin pouch before presenting it to Dumbledore carefully.

Dumbledore gasped before saying, "In all my life I thought I would never see this weapon."

Harry carefully asked, "You know of this sword? You know of it's identity?"

"Yes Harry, the name of your sword is Clarent."

Harry was unsure, "While it's nice to know its name I don't know of the story behind it Dumbledore."

Dumbledore paused before he steepled his fingers and said, "Clarent was once the sword of King Arthur."

Harry was surprised at that. "I thought King Arthur's sword was Excalibur."

"Yes Harry, Excalibur is the most famous sword that King Arthur owned, but for a time he owned Clarent.

Dumbledore paused, "Here's a small history lesson for you Harry, after King Arthur secured Camelot's peace and safety. Merlin fashioned him a new sword for him to celebrate the glory of King Arthur's kingship. Unlike Excalibur which was a war blade forged from the Fairies of Avalon, Clarent was sword built for peace. Clarent was not meant for war and was meant to symbolize the hard peace that King Arthur won. It was a pure blade, a holy blade blessed by the angels. Clarent was a virgin blade meant for knighting and ceremony nothing more. But then everything changed," Dumbledore sighed looking mournfully at Clarent.

"Mordred, the bastard son of King Arthur after being rejected as the heir to Camelot stole Clarent away while Arthur dealt with the treachery of Guinevere and Lancelot. Mordred rallied many lords and people for his claim to the throne with Clarent and dragged all of Camelot into Civil War. It was there King Arthur met his end. King Arthur put an end to Mordred's rebellion but not before he was mortally wounded by his own sword Clarent."

Dumbledore continued, "This did not sit well with the powers above for Clarent was bloodied and blackened in the worst way possible. From their Clarent's nature changed and it became known as an evil sword corrupted with sin and dark magic. Clarent became the Coward's Blade, or the Blade of Betrayal. The sword was lost for a long time with Merlin recovering it after his final battle with Morgana. There are some other legends with this sword, some speculate Mordred's soul is locked in Clarent after he died."

"Harry, I don't know how you found that Sword, and how you earned it's allegiance. But guard it worth your life. That sword is as easily as valuable as the Deathly Hallows, perhaps even more powerful them.

Harry was stunned frankly his mouth dropped a bit, "I was not expecting that at all." He looked warily at the demon sword before saying, "Despite it's original use, it does make a fine blade for war."

"Dumbledore nodded gravely, "That it does."

Harry was curious and asked, "How do you know of the story behind Clarent, Dumbledore?"

"You know of the Flamels right, well they were the ones to find an ancient Merlin and he told the truth to them. Though he never did tell them where he hid Clarent."

Anything Harry was going to save before two peopled flashed into the room courtesy from Fawkes. Harry blinked and he saw a man and a young woman that he recognized.

The man he didn't recognize at all, but he had a stern and determined visage. His dark hair fell in wave and his blue eyes gave away nothing

It was the woman who attacked him at Hogwarts, the one who threw powerful spells that were meant to kill him. She was also very pretty in his eyes. She was tall and slim, with lovely blond hair and fair skin. Her blue eyes would of been enchanting had they not looked dull and red from crying he noted.

Harry did not know why his mind registered her in that manner. He wasn't sure why he cared about that or why it was relevant at all. On second thought he really didn't want to know.

He remembered their names though, Nathan Greengrass, and Daphne Greengrass. To be honest his mind drew a blank from his own world. The names were familiar in passing but ultimately he had no idea of what happened to them in the war. Harry supposed that was a good thing.

Dumbledore expression turned serious, "Harry let me introduce you to Lord Nathan Greengrass and his daughter Ms Daphne Greengrass.

"Hello Lord Greengrass and Ms Greengrass, my name is Harry." Harry decided to keep it civil something told him that this pureblood family liked formality, and Harry prefered to not make any more enemies than he already had.

Mr Greengrass took charge of the discussion, "You look like a man that values getting around to the point so I'll make this brief. There is a marriage contract that binds you and my daughter." To punctuate his emphasis Mr Greengrass slammed a thick book on the table.

For the second time Harry was stunned, his Occlumency mask that he held up carefully was completely shattered.

"Wha-what" Harry stuttered "H-how?"

Mr Greengrass moved to give the contract to Harry to verify while Daphne with great reluctance began to explain the details.

"Here is the contract, you make look into it for the details. I've taken the liberty of highlighting the necessary parts for your convenience. The contract is bound by our blood so even though Lord Potter disowned Harry Potter, the magic still forces us to marry.

Harry was trying to get a hold of emotions, his anger at being bound before he snapped, "Dumbledore! Can you verify this, I want the truth."

"As the magic from our oath binds me, I can tell you Harry that unfortunately this is the truth."

Harry pinched his nose praying for guidance as he sagged into the sofa and began to read the contract.

Daphne helpfully pointed out, "My grandfather Anton and your grandfather Fleamont were the ones to draw up the contract. Because the contract is bound by blood it's practically ironclad. Short of one of us dying there is no way out of it. When He died I had hoped that I was free but now that you are here for some reason the magic bound us back together. The contract states we are to marry by my twentieth birthday which is August 18th."

Harry read through the contract in its entirely and to his horror it was exactly as she said. It took him 30 minutes to read through the entire tome.

Harry was really pissed now, he didn't need this, he didn't want any of this at all. He felt ready to blow up at them before her saw the fear in each of their eyes. It was less pronounced with Lord Greengrass as he tried to look intimidating and strong but he could see the fear in his eyes.

With Daphne, he could see her frustration and rage, the icy mask of hers was down and he could see angry unshed tears of the injustice. Her eyes though changed from anger to fear when she saw his obvious rage.

Harry really tried to cool it now, it would not do well to blow up anyone. Anger was not a useful emotion on the battlefield and he did not want to lose his cool here.

Harry began to piece things together the fear in her eyes, the attack on the Greengrass manor, his counterpart's serial killing and raping before it clicked and he dawned in horror.

"No… He attacked you and your sister didn't he?" His voice was cracking.

Daphne choked out, "Yes… He attacked me in my sleep."

"By Merlin, he raped…"

Daphne cut him off, "No, He tried but he didn't get there because I killed him."

Harry swayed, "No wonder you hated and attacked me so viciously. I can understand."

Harry steeled himself before saying, "Now I know what I must do. This is just a reminder a time limit, that is all it is"

Daphne nervously asked, "Harry-"

Harry opened his eyes and he looked squarely at Daphne and her father's eyes before saying, "In the unlikely event I survive the war against Voldemort. I will make a vow to not marry you Daphne even if it costs me my life."

"Lord Greengrass I need you to be the binder of this oath."

He could see Mr. Greengrass and Daphne were catching on and stunned at the implications of what Harry said.

"Please say these words," as Harry drew up a new vow. Mr Greengrass looked surprised.

Harry took Daphne's hand a gently as he could to ensure the oath.

Nathan Greengrass breathed out nervously before stating, "Do you Harry, swear to leave this world by Daphne Greengrass' twentieth birthday to ensure Daphne Greengrass' freedom."

Harry said strongly, "I swear."

"And do you Harry, swear to uphold this on pain of death to uphold your vow."

"I swear."

"The Daphne Greengrass you accept this vow? For only you can accept it, and only you may lift it if you choose.

"I do." Daphne said nervously.

"Then so mote it be." Mr Greengrass let out shakily.

Harry closed his eyes as he felt the power of his magic and her magic recognizing the vow.

He looked straight at Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, find me a way to get me back to my world or any for the matter, or I'll kill myself."

Harry didn't wait for a thank you. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as he could as turned and forcibly Disapparated out of the room.

Harry tried to forget what he heard. He threw himself into work, as in he began to stalk bars that dark wizards were known to frequent in Knockturn Alley. To his great displeasure none of the known Death Eaters came along at the bar and he wasted a whole day staking out and eavesdropping. Apparently Voldemort's order for the Death Eaters to lay low was completely serious.

He apparated back to Potter Manor specifically from the floo point from headquarters.

After Flooing in he could see Lily Potter waiting for him. She had nice smile in her face. "Hello Harry how was your day?"

Harry gritted out, "Fine, it was peachy."

Lily was taken aback from his cold and icy tone, before she asked, "Is there anything you need or anything I can do to help?"

Harry was heartened at how she cared before he quashed it down, You stupid idiot did you really think that you could come here and play son to a woman that looks like Mother. I need to crush this now. I'm not here to make friends or to find a family. Remember why you're here. You're here to kill.

"I don't need your help Mrs Potter, it would not be wise for us to converse again."

With that Harry brushed past her brusquely and into his room. He caught her hurt expression with his eyes before he thought to himself, "Good better to end this now so she can avoid getting hurt. She lost one son, she doesn't need to build herself up and lose another."

Harry slammed the door behind him as he tried to ignore the pain he caused Lily Potter and the pain he felt.

He needed something to distract him so he drew Clarent out looking at it darkly.

"You and I are a right fit aren't we. I've betrayed my world to come here. I'm a betrayal of the Harry Potter who lived here originally. I've betrayed both Light and Dark by using both with impunity. It's truly a perfect match."

Harry paused before it dawned on what Dumbledore said earlier about the possibility of Mordred's soul locked in Clarent.

"Well it wouldn't hurt to try wouldn't it?"

Harry pulled out the Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand and used in conjunction with Clarent linking the Stone and the Sword together.

At first nothing happened but then when he blinked it appeared.

An apparition appeared before him.

A knight in full dark red and grey plate armor appeared before him.

The knight carried a familiar horned helm.

When Harry looked he saw that the knight's face he was surprised.

She was a woman.

She was surprisingly short standing barely 152 cm.

Her hair was the color of gold and was styled in a practical but elegant bun.

Her eyes were glowing emerald and radiated with equal parts malice and mischief.

Harry breathed out in shock and awe, "Mordred…"

Author's Commentary: Hello guys I apologize for the wait but chapter 6 is finally up. Thank you to all who have took the time to review, follow, and favorite my story. Your feedback means a lot to me. I've edited parts of my story, it's not perfect but my story does flow a lot better than from before. There is one question I'll answer that has been popping up on my PMs frequently.

Will this be Harry/Harem or Harry/Multi?

For the love of God no it's not. Harry will stay as a monogamous bastard if he hooks up with woman that he falls for. Harems are not realistic to read and I don't have the patience to read or write about them. Done

On Draco's POV: We saw through Draco's eyes the deal that was made between the Order and Harry that was pretty clear. Draco will pop out more and more the deeper we delve into the story. I gave you guys a nice overview of his character.

On Lily's POV: Lily's marriage with James has been strained for obvious reasons but now we've seen them make up more. Interestingly both characters have good points of where they stood with Evil Harry. Lily still loved Harry because no matter what he's her son. And James allowed his heart to harden for the sake of protecting himself and his family. LIly's view on our Harry is up to debate whether it's healthy or not. That's up to the readers to decide. But ultimately she is a mother above all else.

On Harry's POV: There is a fundamental question in this story of who is Harry Potter. It's one that is posed to both the characters and the reader. Is he the cold badass assassin? Or is he a deeply damaged, caring, and traumatized young man? My view is that he's both. His power over Occlumency I feel is something he operates in two modes. There is his buisness mode when he deals with the Order or his enemies. That can only be broke by a really nasty shock. And there is his relaxed mode when he's alone and he's ultimately a broken young man. Lastly the marriage contract thorn has been "solved" to say. Harry gave the power back to Daphne. Only she can release Harry from his oath. That gives him some brownie points.