Duality

This is a work of Fan fiction. All of the original characters, organizations, techniques, summon animals and events portrayed in this fictional literature are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Though the majority of the events and most characters take place in and are a part of the Certain Magical Index (including spinoffs) universe by Kazuma Kamachi, and of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter.

Normal speech: I hate paperwork. I bet Minato died just to escape this.

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Scroll/Book/Author notes/Event/ Titles: Village Hidden in the Mist's: Bloodline Limit Purge

Demon/Summon or Fusion speech: Finally, I am free. In your face Minato!

Human Thinking: 'Oh, Shit.'

Demon/Summon or Fusion Thinking: 'Oh, Shit is right! You are royally screwed bitch!'

Techniques/Spells: Imagine Breaker

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Chapter 2: Fair Council

Dudley Dursley was not a happy camper, no siree, he was not.

He blamed his parents for that. It was their obsession with normality that rubbed off on him, he supposed being an excellent boxer with a green thumb wasn't such a bad deal when you were brought up by Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

He still loved them but they really grated on his nerves sometimes…especially when it came to his cousin, one Harry James Potter. His Aunt's son, no not Marge Dursley, dear god that was a horrifying thought. Dudley really hoped that those fiction writers who came up with the Boy-who-lived bull, wouldn't go off on a tangent for some misguided thought of creativity and write a story with Marge Dursley as Harry's adoptive mum.

Dudley actually turned green at that thought, 'Harry would probably have drowned Aunt Marge and fed her to her dogs. Then he'd do the same to us on sheer principle for sharing the same blood as her.'

His Aunt Lily Potter, god he wished he could've met her, she seemed like a wonderful woman. How she could share the same blood as his own shrew of a mum was a mystery like proving that the chupacabras (Goat-Sucker) were real. Dudley paused to pull out a book from the back of his seat and read the index, his eyebrow twitched as he traced the contents to find said creature and the page it referred to.

He flipped to it, 'Well, they're real…didn't think they'd look so cute though, they look like a fluffy ball of fur.'

With a resigned sigh, he shut the book and tossed it over his shoulder. Probably not the best way to treat a book lent to him by Hermione Granger but when she's not watching him like a hawk, he could care less, he was in a terrible mood.

The company stock points dropped by 11%, he pulled a tricep and his car got scratched… oh last but not the very least was Harry who last he knew was checking out some ancestral home after polishing off a Mastery course but of course he had to be caught using magic on Television, but not some parlor tricks either, he cut a helicopter in half…

'Well at least it wasn't pulling a rabbit out of a hat.'

And after calling and calling the damned Muggle Liaison for the Italian Ministry they finally listen to the entirety of his call, his nerves were already frayed he didn't need to hear the shite from the obviously bored official on the other side, so he went straight to the point and referred Harry by name and implied bodily harm will befall his younger cousin by his hands should he ever get his hands on him…if ever.

Dudley was surprised he even got a return call let alone one from the Italian Ministry, he was even further surprised when he found out that the woman speaking to him was the Magical Minister for Italy.

She was kind enough to fill him in. Even arrange transport for him but Dudley declined, he preferred his own method of transport so she acquiesced his request and made sure the necessary documents would be ready on his arrival.

But what truly vexed him wasn't the fact she told him they'd look down on him for being 'Non-Magical', he knew they'd react as such so it wasn't much of a surprise but the fact that he had received another phone call just the night before his flight to Rotterdam.

From one Aleister Crowley. That man… rubbed Dudley the wrong way, not only did the man have far too much information regarding him and Harry but the man also spoke of things to come.

Regardless, Dudley still had to consider the man's proposal. Crowley had specifically said "Please don't take my word for it, the target on your back will reveal itself when you arrive in Rotterdam…The people who hunted your cousin in Rome are as methodical as they are fanatical and they have a special hatred for your cousin's bloodline, I hardly need to explain what comes next… But they aren't complete fools they would use wizards as their weapon in this, wizards who are complacent of the fact that just because you can't wield magic makes you weak, it is clear to me who will be the victor of that confrontation Mr. Dursley, Amateur Boxing Champion AKA 'Rolling Thunder'. I look forward to your call."

The entire time Dudley wanted to reach down the telephone and strangle the laughing man. 'Annoying wanker'

The bump of the Potter private jet touching down drew his attention just as an elderly man, stern look, dressed in the attire of a butler appeared from the front of the plane. "Mr. Dursley we've arrived, Rotterdam The Hague Airport a good forty minutes ahead of schedule."

"Good, Thank you Mr. Gotch." Anton Gotch inclined his head in a bow and gestured Dudley to the door. Dudley walked out to the brisk air of the Rotterdam airport and walked towards the hangar, noticing a glint of light he turned to Mr. Gotch and said loud enough that the ones inside the hangar could hear him "Mr. Gotch could you ready the car, they'll be bruised and concussed but overall alive."

Mr. Gotch pinned Dudley with a disapproving gaze as he took Dudley's coat "Now Master Dudley, remember you've already pulled a muscle."

Dudley turned away from Mr. Gotch' retreating form and faced the opposite side of the hangar where the air was shimmering "Your disillusions are pathetic, come on out already."

Then the shimmers faded to reveal cloaked figures step forward with wands ready, Dudley smirked and balled his fists up "Well then, let's begin."

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Harry was led through the white winding staircase within the Peace Palace itself, Harry would've been awed that he stood in the center of such a place…if he wasn't being put on trial. Beside him Monsieur Delacour and Minister Celphine walking briskly as they reached the bottom of the staircase it widened into a stark white hallway leading to a marble slab of a door with an impression of a wand holding up a balance. Two figures in grey cloaks appeared out of nowhere and pushed the door open.

Harry stared at them bewildered, Fiacre explained "Wardens, they are the enforcers of the Council and the ICW. Think of them as the Magical version of the Muggle Interpol only a bit stricter with their cases and are capable of giving executions in the field if they believe the evidence and many times if they all but believe you did."

"A most extreme view of the Wardens if any, do remember Ambassador Delacour that the Wardens discharge their duties against powerful Dark Wizards, heinous criminals and Demonic beings." The woman that appeared before them, clothed in grey, a long sword strapped to her waist, she looked like she could teach McGonagall how to properly give the stern look. She was a witch pushing the age of 60 or so with greying brown hair and green eyes.

"Of course, Madam Luccio, that goes without saying." Monsieur Delacour added without missing a beat and then pointed to Harry, "Madam Luccio this is Harry James Potter, Harry this Madam Anastasia Luccio Commander-in-chief of the Wardens."

"No introductions needed for you, Potter." Madam Luccio growled out his name "I still remember the damn prank your grandfather hit me with. Clearly you inherited the Potter inability to stay out of trouble."

Harry chuckled nervously "You knew my grandfather?"

"Aye he was being groomed for Wardenship despite his position in the British Ministry." Her stern eyes softened by a mere fraction "He was forced to leave when he received word about his elder brother's death, hence he became heir to the family and the duties that entailed. I'll tell you all about him and your grandmother after the trial if…if you're still alive and free that is."

Harry grew a little concerned at her words but his response was cut off by opening of the doors besides the large table, where the seven judges would be seated. The seven most powerful wizards as chosen by Merlin so long ago to be the seat of power and law for the Wizards around the world.

Harry was escorted by Madam Luccio to the stand as the judges filtered in, Harry jolted when the stand separated from the floor and water surrounded Harry. His only connection was a single walkway.

The seats that were behind him held Madam Celphine and Monsieur Delacour. Beside Harry a small figure plopped down, he was a bit rotund but his face was set in a serious expression, "Mister Potter, I'm Gringotts Chief Legal Counsel and Tongue-Cleaver, Razorgore."

Harry raised an eyebrow when the Goblin removed a wicked dagger and slammed it to its hilt on the table before him. The Goblin gave Harry a fang filled smile that didn't really…ok maybe it did relieve him a bit seeing as he wasn't the one going up against a Goblin lawyer with the name 'Razorgore'. But Harry still questioned the gnarled Goblin "While I do appreciate the gesture Master Razorgore, I still don't understand what I've done to deserve such a service from Gringotts and don't tell me it's because I'm a customer of Gringotts as I don't believe that its part of Gringotts mandate to provide legal counsel to its customers from their Chief Legal Counsel no less."

"Astute of you Mr. Potter. We of Gringotts, more to the point King… that is to say CEO Ragnok has taken a vested interest in you and we follow the edicts of our CEO." Razorgore then focused his attention to the now filling seven seats, the judges of the White Council, "But more information than that hasn't been divulged to me, if you wish to know more I would suggest scheduling an appointment with CEO Ragnok."

Then a Warden with a red trim around his cloak called out "All rise! Judges Klaus Schneider, Simon Pietrovich, Gregori Cristos, Ancient Mai, Rashid-ud-din Muhammad Babur, Nicolas Flamel and Merlin: Arthur Langtry presiding."

The Warden then announced "The trial for gross misuse of magic, endangerment of the Magic realms and breaking of the International Statute of Secrecy. The Accused is one Harry James Potter, how plead you."

Razorgore responded almost nonchalantly "Not guilty."

"So notes the Judges and the Wardens" The Warden then bowed to the panel of judges "The Case is before you milords."

Arthur Langtry, a man who was a bit stocky dressed in solid green robes, a beard like Dumbledore but the opposite of Dumbledore. Where Dumbledore exudes an aura of kind grandfather, Langtry comes off as the opposite. A fierce scowl and piercing black eyes didn't help as they seemed to analyze Harry down to his atoms. A copper chevron stole was over his shoulders actually every one of the judges had a stole many with variations, Harry wondered if there was a significance.

Judge Langtry spoke, his American accent voice filled with disapproval "Mr. Potter. I will be honest we expected you to be brought before this Council with how your home country has been touting you as a kidnapper, brainwasher and even…womanizer having impregnated many of the so called missing women and using the offspring in black rituals."

Harry just gave a deadpan and would've responded to how Judge Langtry actually seemed to take those ridiculous rumors as fact but Razorgore interjected smoothly "All hearsay my Lord. Mr. Potter is a citizen of the United Kingdom and has the support of her majesty's government when the Magical Ministry began a smear campaign against him. Like any sane person he sought asylum with the muggle government and was granted such and it will be documented that he has been living with his cousin a majority of the time. My client can hardly be blamed if his magical government can't seem to function as normal people and open a phonebook."

There were angry sounds from the English side as they heard the not so subtle mocking of Razorgore which Harry found himself actually nodding to. A banging of a gavel silenced them and Judge Langtry continued "Clearly, I have yet to hear a denial regarding kidnappings or the like…" A sound from his side, which emanated from a petite elderly Chinese woman who gave Langtry disapproving look, "But that isn't what you are on trial for, explain to us the actions that led to the incident that broke the Statute of Secrecy on a global scale."

Harry took a deep breath and stood as he began softly what had truly occurred during that day.

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The silence was deafening, the one called Ancient Mai whose eyes were squinting at him were wide open now. She wore a grey cloak with a braided red stole over her shoulders she questioned in a soft voice "Everything you said is true, isn't it." At Harry's nod she then turned to the Italian Minister of Magic, "Minister Fiore, Xiao Potter has stated the same to you correct."

Minister Celphine stood and stated with conviction "Under Veritaserum, Madam."

"Wardens! The crux of the trial has changed, I assume that Minister Celphine has issued a summons to them." Ancient Mai continued though her voice gained a bit of disgust at the end.

Three robed figures walked in escorted by a regiment of Wardens, one was dressed in resplendent robes with a number of crosses hanging from it, while the other two women were dressed in nun habits. The judges all stood as they glared at the people being escorted, Ancient Mai gestured for them to take the stand that rose out of the murky water.

"Let's skip the pleasantries shall we. I'm here to dispute the outlandish tales of that boy, that he was attacked without provocation by so called members of our church." The man sneered at Harry, his sneer Harry noted matched his dirty blonde hair. 'Is it just me or is it that every blonde haired guy I meet for the first time sneers at me.'

"Yes let's skip the pleasantries Bishop Biagio Busoni, centuries of truce and centuries since one of your cult stood before us for the very same crimes as always. Glad to see that the church that touts tolerance has centuries of consistency to back it up." Rashid-ud-din Muhammad Babur, a tan skinned man, brownish beard and dressed in black robes with his voice doing little to hide his disgust for the people before him.

"You would do well to remember who you speak to, savage." The named Bishop then rounded on Harry immediately "This boy…not only attacked innocents but caused an international incident that very nearly broke the truce between the Church and the Council. His outlandish accusations could very well lead to war!"

Langtry spoke his voice bore no arguments "Yet we haven't dismissed any of Mr. Potter's claims, Bishop. And unless you have proof otherwise, we are more inclined to believe Mr. Potter."

"Oh and what proof has he for his claims. Whatever was he doing in Italy in the first place for that matter?" Before the judges could answer the Bishop, Harry rose to his feet and growled "I have given my statement under Veritaserum and am willing to show my memories of the incident even. As for what I was doing in Italy? NONE OF YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS!"

"Mr. Potter!" Judge Klaus Schneider reprimanded him, he was a portly fellow. More laugh lines than stress lines and looked like he could pass for Santa Claus especially with that fine porcelain doll sitting in front of him. The fact that he wore red robes with a copper chevron stole didn't help either. "Now that the facts of the case have been established we are unlikely to convict you but you must control yourself. We understand that it must be very stressful for you but we will not tolerate tantrums."

"Sorry, sir." Harry replied half-heartedly, then Judge Langtry spoke firmly "Bishop despite his outburst, Mr. Potter is correct the Italian government cleared Mr. Potter and as such what Mr. Potter does is none of our concern unless he has in some way broken not just the law of the Magical Realm but also the Italian law. Which as Klaus has stated he hasn't, it was clear that it was a matter of self-defense and it only remains to be seen whether the ones who so boldly hunted Mr. Potter were part of your organization or not."

"You're not even convicting him! He committed a high crime against the truce and he's getting away with a slap on the wrist! What is this?" Biagio exclaimed as he slammed his hands on the post, apoplectic, he turned to the Italian Minister "Why did you even bother the church regarding this, why waste my time if only to turn this into a witch hunt against the church!"

Ancient Mai laughed out heartily but it was Nicolas Flamel who despite the wide grin had a very scary look in his eyes, "Witch hunt? You and your church would know wouldn't it? But unlike you and your church we have methods of fleshing out the truth and nothing more." He pulled out a vial of clear liquid, "This potion is called the Veritaserum, it does as its name suggests. Three drops of this anyone of us would spill our innermost secrets provided one asks the right questions that is. Mr. Potter here has been interviewed under its influence and so his statement that 'he was attacked first' holds true, hence he reacted in self-defense even in the Non-Magical realm Self-defense is still not a crime." Bishop Biagio was about to question but Judge Flamel interrupted "No, there is no defense against this potion apart from psychosis and everyone present…" He glanced at the English contingent "Well mostly everyone here can say truthfully that Mr. Potter is not suffering from any sort of Psychosis."

Biagio growled but one of the nuns beside him a blonde haired one with sharp features whispered something to him so he snapped immediately "The Church is well aware of the animosity the magicals have for us so we prepared for this eventuality and formally state to this Council that the group that attacked was a rogue element within the church and hence the Church is not responsible for their actions as regrettable as they were…"

Razorgore made a sound, it sounded like laughter…which had Harry inching away from the small scary Goblin not that he could go very far seeing as he was sitting next to the now open-mawed Goblin as he comically leaned away from the cackling Goblin… Harry would have nightmares following this, seeing the fang filled maw of a Goblin wasn't pretty.

Razorgore toned his laughter and amusedly responded to the puzzled expressions "We Goblins only laugh out so heartily when our enemies show us their jugulars, literally and figuratively."

He then proceeded to pull out a brief, which was bigger in the inside than it appeared, his short arm disappearing in it as he rummaged and pulled out a set of documents, "This is an attested piece of documents between one Master James Potter, Eldest son of Gilen Potter and CEO of Gringotts Ragnok XIII that states simply should anything befall him on his journey to find the Potter ancestral house that the Goblins would investigate thoroughly and determine that the number of Potter blood that has gone missing in their search met similar fates."

Razorgore laughed again, "James Potter was an exceptionally insightful man and clearly saw something in the family records that we did not. We followed the directive set forth by him and when he left for Italy, Rome he was never seen or heard from again. We waited the stipulated 10 months and followed the contract we had with him, we manned the search party for him." Razorgore gave a toothy grin to the Bishop, "Unlike in the Non-Magical realm, we have many number of ways to find dead bodies, we Goblins being Chroniclers before our Banking profession have developed a number of enchantments that tell us whether or not a person is dead and especially where."

"Where are you going with this, demon?" Harry cringed slightly at that unbelievable remark to the Goblin from someone who's supposed to be a Bishop. Though he half expected Razorgore to leap at the man and tear his throat out, he just sat there with his fanged grin.

"That humans are a creature of habit and that one's of a religious persuasion even more so. We found the body of James Potter in an unmarked grave, near what appears to be secret base of sorts with all of the church's regalia inside and plenty of torture equipment, one can only assume how long the Potter line has shed its blood trying to reclaim its lost home when we found more evidence nearby of unmarked graves, near two dozen of them in fact… Nerthuz Potter, Donar Potter, Freyr Potter, Ailell Potter just to name a few we've identified and all of them were declared missing, presumed dead through the ages." Razorgore stood up to full height, well as tall as goblin is.

"Taking this into account it is the church that has been breaking the truce for centuries now when it has executed the Potter family who have been searching for the true Hadrian Villa and seek their Peverell heritage." A gasp came from the judges table, Harry was confused as every wizard and witch had reacted oddly at the name of Peverell and eyed him barely restrained curiosity as if he was going to grow a second head or something.

But he ignored their stares and felt this surge of rage within him when he realized something, he asked his counselor Razorgore, "James Potter as in my grandfather's elder brother?"

"Your grandfather named your father after him."

Hearing Razorgore's words fueled Harry's anger, this church had been killing his family members for centuries because of some so called heritage that they didn't want them or him to find…

Magic, Harry's magic, his blood called out enraged "I, Harry James Potter, Lord of the House of Potter and Black as of this day, as of this moment for crimes against my family and blood initiate a Blood-feud between the Church and me! So mote it be!"

Now the elephant in the chapter… Now understand I have nothing against the church or Christianity as a whole, the magical world in this story does,

So lay off on the angry rants or calling me a names ok.

Oh and the magical's don't hate the catholic, protestant or Anglican but the church as a whole, they don't care what they call themselves…to a Magical species or wizards or witches anyone bearing the churches cross is untrustworthy…

Check out my new story Dead Space? its a marvelxmasseffect story with Deadpool getting tossed in the ME universe :D

I will say upfront there will be no Harry Dresden, I took parts of the Dresden universe but not more than this, perhaps fae or vampires but no more than that because it adds a little color to the universe I'm building here.