Chapter three: Of cold served revenge and Emigration.

Disclaimer: Sadly still not mine, KHR! Belongs to the author Akira Amano and the Publisher Shûeisha. Harry Potter belongs to the Writer Joanne k. Rowling.

Note: This chapter is, mostly Narration of what happened in the last months, I hope I don't step on any feet with this, but i didn't know, how I should have written this chapter otherwise.

The past month, taught Harry, now Damien, three things.

One, never say Books are useless.

Sure you should not put everything that's written in them on a golden scale, as the Books are, mostly, written by the victorious, he really didn't know why he was so lazy before, and thanked every deity out there, that he read that, old, rancid, book on Goblin behavior and Law's, said Book, accurately described how a Goblin behaved, what offends them and what their laws were.

The result of reading the book was that, he was probably, one of the only Wizards around that had the full backing of the Goblin's a Warrior race that you, if you have any common sense, do not want to become your enemy.

One may ask why... well for one, there is noting more vindictive than a Goblin who was led by the nose, especially when it comes to gold, whether their own or that of the clients they actually like...

Damien, was one such client, Sharpaxe informed him, after their planning session, that the Potters, were considered Goblin friends, a rare honor, wich was the reasons, that he got to see him so fast and whiteout an appointment, or that they got him fresh clothes, that did not look like they were, out of a horror movie and actually let him have a warm shower, It also spoke for him, that he himself, was always polite and to the point with them.
And that, was the reason that the Goblins were, literary, out for Dumbledores blood, it was funny to learn, that Goblins were, in fact, very protective little buggers, especially when it comes to those they consider Friend, and a very wealthy client to boot.
Wich lead him to the second thing he learned.

Never ever understate the Goblins, and never ever make them angry.

It took the Goblins five days to forge everything to make Damien a living breathing, human, faking his background so thoroughly, it was scary, from his birth to today, heck, they even had sick day's in his Muggle School records! And everything looked so real, there were even signs of age, wear and tear on the "older" Documents. As far as the Magicals and Mundane were concerned, Damien was born, on the same day as his distant cousin and follow Wizard Harry Potter, in Venice, Italy to Viola Calidora Evans a third cousin of Petunia and Lilly Evans, and... Renato DeVanne under the name of Damien... Renato Evans... Boy did he hate the Goblins for the second name but, at last they did not put his Father's real last name on the birth certificate, but they said it like this... what was live when it's not a 'Little' dangerous.
'Little' indeed, bloody warrior race!

As for Hedwig, she found him, one hour after the little planning season and was, naturally, NOT happy with him, it was his luck that his Queen of Owls was easy to appease with enough ham, owl treats and a little groveling.

It was two days later that the Wizarding world was hit with three breaking news...
The first was an article, describing, the tragic sacrifice, of one Harry James Potter, who died on Magical exhaustion, on the front steps of Gringotts Magical bank, leaving, with the last of his strength, behind the memory's of what happened that night.

The second was the, through Harry's memory's, provided evidence of the innocence of one Sirius Orion Black, as Peter Pettigrew was clearly seen in those memory's, wich got the DMLE to investigate the case again, only to find out, that Black, a Lord of an Ancient and Noble House, was shipped of to Prison, without even so much as a kangaroo trial... They just threw him direct into Azkaban.

And the last, was the announcement of the public Will reading of one Harry James Potter, said reading was exactly one day after his Godfather was cleared of all charges.

It was at the end of the first month that we could find Damien, leaning against a wall, in front of Gringotts, his hands, in the pockets of his, Purple, sleeveless hoodie, underneath the hoodie was a classic, black, long-sleeved shirt, he was wearing black, cargo pants and dark-purple sneakers, a picture of calm, wich was thanks to the Goblins.

During the preparations of the Public will reading (they had to do a little research first and fend off Dumbledore's attempt's at sealing the will, wich was the reason it took so long for the reading to take place) Sharpaxe approached him with the Opportunity, to teach him the basics of Occlumency, it took a little while until he got it down but it played off, he had his emotions better under control than before, because, as it turned out, his Flames were highly bound to his Emotions, it took the destruction of his guest room in a fit, of what he later would find out, is a Cloud and Storm flame user's destructive rage, to find this out.

It cost a little fortune to replace the furniture and to pay for the Occlunency lessons but it was worth it, still he needed to find an actual teacher for this flames... Wich, meant, that he had to go to Italy, as it turned out, that the Flames he had, were mostly used in the Muggle Mafia, wich had him thinking, that maybe this Flames ware, a hereditary thing or some such, his Father was a Hitman of the Italian Mafia after all.

Damien was ripped from his thoughts when he saw a group of red-heads with a plus one of bushy hair,making their way in the bank, he had to grin at what was in store for them.

What nobody know about Damien was, that the activation of his flames, also activated several traits, wich where asleep before.
One such trait was a vindictive stake a mile wide, with the creativity to make his brand of revenge an absolutely dreadful.
That, paired with the Goblins, well... let's Just say, that a few people were in for a rude awakening.

He waited until all quests and reporters were inside and made his way in as the last to arrive, he knocked on the door and waited until one of the Goblin Guards opened it for him.

"Mr. Evans, you are a, little late." Started Sharpaxe from his seat, poker face firmly in place, he got a lot of looks especially from, Remus and Sirius at the last name, though it was only Sirius that had recognition in his eyes, he nodded subtly to his Godfather when the attention, of the others, was on Sharpaxe.

"I'm sorry, there was a little delay." He apologised and took a seat between Sirius and Remus, the letter took a whiff of air and looked at him from the corner of his eye, prompting Damien to nod, again, makin it look like a nod in greeting.

"Now that all que-" Started Sharpaxe only to be interrupted.

"I, really, do not want to appear rude, but who is this young man,I'm afraid I do not know-" Dumbledore, tried to ask, grandfatherly facade firmly in place, with his little smile and twinkle in his eye on full force, but was interrupted by a very irritate Goblin.

The Goblin looked at him in annoyance, and growled. "I do not see, why you have to know everybody here, Dumbledore, but if you have to know, this is Damien Evans, a distant cousin of the late lord Potter." Dumbledore kept his smile but his eyes lost his twinkle at the Goblins tone.

"Though I, also, don't see why that would be of any importance to you." came the lazy drawl from Damien.

"Young man! Show some respect for your elders!" shrieked Molly Weasley red-faced.

"respect is earned, not given, and that old man has done nothing to earn my respect." he said and give her a come-on-and-give-me-a-reason-you-cow, predatory smile wich sends shivers down the spine of the others in the room.

"Hey! This is the great Al-" started Ron, his face as red as that of his mother before, only for Damien to look to the Goblin.

"Place continue Sharpaxe."

The Goblin nodded to him, "Now that all quest have arrived, we of the Goblin nation present to you, the last Will of one Lord Harry James Potter" he sat a Familiar rainbow-colored crystal on the desk and tipped it with his nail, three times, the crystal projected a Ghostly image of Harry in the middle of the room.

"Hello everyone!" Greeted the image of Harry. "Well..." drawled the Ghostly image, "Looks like I kicked it mh?" he said and looked around "Well then let's get this started no?" He cleared his throat. "This is the last will and testament of me, Harry James Potter. Lord of the Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Slytherin, I start firmly that I'm of Sound mind and Body and that I'm not affected by neither Potions nor Compliance spells." cuu bleaching of several individuals in the room.

Damien watched everything closely, the only ones who seemed to be truly affected by Harry's "Death" seemed to be Hermione, the Twins, the two older Weasley Sons and Arthur, while Molly, Ginny and even the idiot Ron looked a little green around the gills.

The Image to, watched everyone closely, "Some of you may ask how I came to have a will and that at my young age, well... , when you are fighting for your live, year after year, you tend to get paranoid, especially, after my name came out of the Goblet of fire, I know that I had to do something, I contacted Damien, the only one of my maternal... Family that treaded me, like an actual Human being I might add, and asked him to accompany me, to Gringotts, on the Hogsmeade-weekend, after my name came out of that cursed goblet... Now image our surprise when the Goblins were Furious with me, because I Ignored several Bank appointments, which I have never heard about!" the image of Harry tilted his head slightly to the side,narrowed his eyes and waited until the murmuring died down.

Damien, watched from the corner of his eye, as Molly and Ginny tried to, slowly, draw away, only to be stopped by two intimidating looking Goblin warriors, Ron, too stupid to sense that he was in for it, just sat there, looking impatient.

"I not only, found I out, that I'm the Lord of not one, but two Houses, one by right of conquest, no!, someone was also stealing Gold and my Mail!, but that has time, first things first.

To Hermione Granger, I leave copies of every book, of the Houses Potter and Slyitherin, I know that she would love the Books more than any Money I could give her- " Hermione, who, was close to tears, anyway, finally broke down and cries, it hurt Damien, that he could not do anything to console, his sister in all but blood, at the moment.

"To the Weasley Twins, Fred and Geroge, I leave 10,000 Galleon, I think you two know what to do with it." he said, grinning and winking at them.

They looked grim, not an expression that suited them, and Fred's eyes were suspiciously blinking, as though he was fighting back tears.

"To Remus Lupin, I leave, also copies of every book, from the Potter and Slytherin librarys-" -remus elbowed him subtile in the side, "and also 10.000 Galleon." -and again, this time with more force.

"To Sirius, in hopes that he is a free man, again. when this will be read, I leave the Marauder's journals and the Marauder's map, the map should go to those who made it, so that it may be passed down to the next generation of Marauders."

He was sure, had Sirius not known, his godson was sitting right next to him, that he would have cried just as hard as Hermione, as it was, the dog Animagus to, elbowed him, subtile in the side.

"And last but not least... To Amelia Bones, the Head of the DMLE, I leave, a box." the old Goblin presented, said box on the desk, "A Box with my memory's, my Live after Albus Dumbledore, placed me with Magic hating Muggles-" By this Dumbledore stood up and wanted to interfere but was stopped by a Goblin's war-axe on his throat "and of the... "Tests" he put me through, every year, from the three-headed dog, in my first year, the Basilisk- "Bones looked sharply at the old wizard, who glared at the box, "in my second year, Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding as Rat in Hogwarts since my first year and was discovered in my third year and finally... my fourth year."

"I demand that this box will ne destroyed! as Head of the Ic-"

"Albus Dumbledore, hold your tongue!" snapped Amelia, " A Cerberus in a school full of children!, one year later a Basilisk in the school and you do not find necessary to inform the Ministry! and then the Animagus Dead eater!, I know that the Wards of Hogwarts would have detected and informed you of something like this!, You are hereby arrested for Endangerment of Children!"

Dumbledore stood, ignoring the small cut, the axe made on his neck, "You Can't do that! I'm Albus Pe-"

The Goblins did not let him speak, no, three Goblin Warriors wrestled him to the ground, and the young Goblin, Damien found out, his name was Picaxe, pushed a bright pink, ball-gag in the old wizard's mouth.

Molly, always the Dumbledore supporter screeched "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HE IS THE GREATEST WIZ-" this time it was Damien who took the honors, took out his new wand, transfigured a second (this time a bright blue) ball-gag and spelled it to stuff her mouth.

"You should be silent to, old banshee!"

"How are you talking to my mother!" demanded Ron, red-faced, split flying, making Madame Bones and Hermione turn a light shade of green.

"Shut your trap or you'll be number three with a ball-gag." started Damien coldly and nodded to Sharpaxe before the other Waesleys could say something.

"And Finlay, I leave, My titles as Lord Potter, Lord Slytherin and, if Sirius gives his approval, Heir Black to my cousin, and best friend, Damien Renato Evans, the same goes for all my Vaults, the Heirlooms and Books in my possession, My beloved owl Hedwig, too will go to him, to Ronald, Ginevra and Molly Weasley, I leave one knutt-" What!?, Came the screech from Ginny, in the background, "after all, you three got enough Gold, from my Vaults by letting yourself be paid by a certain old goad to spy on me." the projection of Harry ended cheerfully, only for the face of false cheer to melt in an emotionless mask "so mote it be."

"wa...wa..bu..." stammered Ron then he looked at Damien, red-faced "WHY DO YOU GET HIS MONEY! I WAS HIS BEST FRIEND! I SHO- "and here we have (neon green) ball-gag number three.

" I WAS TO BE HIS WIFE! MOM DO SOMETHI-" and ( Kill-me-now orange) ball-gag number four.

"Really?" he deadpanned. "If this goes on, then I can open up a bondage-shop, with how much practice I get here..." he could hear Remus and Sirius snicker in the background, they were angry, yes, but they still could appreciate a good prank.

The twins, Bill, Charley, and Arthur, looked at the three in disguise, how can they do that?

Hermione, well... She stood up, marched to Ron and bitch-slapped him so hard that the fool fall to the hard, stone floor, braking his nose while he was at it. "How could you!? He was your friend!, friend since tha first day! and that is what he meant to you!?" one of the Goblins had to drag her away and give her a Calmingdraug.

Amelia Bones, had to shake her head at the, so-called 'Leader of the Light' and his three stooges, she looked to Sharpaxe. "May I borrow a few of your Goblin Guards?, I fear I did not bring any Aurors."

"Certainly, Lady Bones but first." The Goblin stood with a blood chilling grin and handed Dumbledore a rolled up parchment "In the name of the Goblin nation, is it my duty to inform you, that, Because of your theft, from a Goblin friend, the faking of several signatures, and the disregard of the late Lord and Lady Potter's last Will, your all Vaults will hereby be seized, and any and all collaboration between the Goblin nation and Albus Dumbledore will be cut, a good day."

It was Funny to see Dumbledore bleach rapidly and trash as he tried to break free.

Wich got Damien to the third thing he learned.

Goblins are Trolling little buggers in disguise. and 90% of Britain's Magical population is utterly stupid.

Dumbledore, in a desperate attempt to escape the arrest (apparently he thought that if he could escape the Goblins, he could get the to the minister to convince him, to not press charges.) threw himself into one of the guards, got out his want and was about to stun another when he was hit with a disarming spell, the Goblins wasted no time and wrestled him into submission, again, this time ge got a nice pair of Magic suppressive cuffs on, just to be sure.

Damien, who put his wand away in his holster, walked up to Dubledores wand and picked it up, a wave of power went through him, and the wand shoot black and silver sparks, stronger than the sparks of his Phoenix feather and holy wand. "Woha..." he blinked bewildered, had the wand just?...

"You don't case to surprise me ... or Lord Evans" started Sharpaxe with a look that screamed 'I-want-my-fierwhiskey-now!

"Has the wand just?..."

"Yes, Lord Evans he has, it's yours now."

He stared at the wand and sighed, even as adopted Potter he still had this accursed Potter luck.

he waited, after the will reading in his guest quarters and tied not to fidget, he could not stop the probabilities from running wild in his head, what if Hermione and the twins did not understand him?, in the past month, he had a lot of time to think, and he wanted to get out of Wizarding britain.

The british Witches and Wizard were just to corrupt for him, to fickle, one moment they thought 'Harry' was the next dark tosser then they read an article and 'Harry get's an order of Merlin first class! it was just to stupid in his eyes.

A knock sounded from the door, snapping him out of his musing, "It's op-" he had not even finished speaking when the door flew open, and he was drawn in the arms of his, now weeping Godfather.

"Pup! oh thank Merlin! Don't ever do that to me again! i can not lose you to" he looked in the watery, silver-blue eyes of his godfather and saw pure anguish, relief and love in them.

"Sirius i...I'm sorry it... it all happened so so fast an...and i ... I'm here and alive." he returns the embrace just as strong as Sirius
Remus took both in his arms, scenting them in contentment, his wolf purring in relief, it's cub was alive, he looked different but he was alive.

"I'm full with Sirius cub, never ever scare us like that again"

"I promise, never again" Damien didn't know what it was, but something in the back of his mind was finally at rest, he would not know until later, but it was that moment, that his Cloud possessives took over the first time, the only though in his mind was that they where HIS... Sirius, Remus and Hermione, Fred and George, who in the meantime, figured out, just who Damien Evans really was and to joined the group hug.

Three hours later, after a lot of crying and two slaps from Hermione, for making her think she lost the only brotherly figure she had, and a lot of explaining the sat all six, together on his big bed, he was lying, with his head on Sirius's stomach, his legs where in Remus's lap, the twins had their heads on his stomach and Hermione was besides him, her legs to on the Werwolf's lap, her head on his chest, where she could hear his heartbeat.

Sirius was the first to break the pleasant silence that had settled over them, "This flames... I know someone who can help you with them" he started, and continued to run his fingers through Damien's spiky-black hair.

He opened his eyes and looked at his godfather. "who?"

"He is a hedge-wizard, the oldest son of great-aunt Cassiopeia's Hedge-witch, daughter... His name is Dracon Viper Black, though I have heard he goes by a different name those days, we were good friend when we were younger, anyway... He had flames to, thought they were a different color than yours, I'm sure he will help, he is a greedy bugger but, you're Family, the red flames, ehm... Storm flames, destroyed just the visible aspect of the Blood adoption, James mother was a Black, so well..." he finished unsure.

"I have to go, i can't stay in britain... we have talked about it and I swear I will write and I will call. " he took the hands of Remus and Sirius.

"you'll have to visit to." started Hermione and looked up to him.

"And you-"
"Will have to-"
"do your work as-"
"our silent partner."
Came it from the twins both turned on they belly to look at him.

"I will do all that, I promise, you're mine after all" He said smirking, the smirk, give Sirius and Remus shivers that crawled up their spins, they know that smirk all to well...

It was two weeks later that you could see the six stand, in the Ministry's portkey-station.

"Well, that's it." Started Remus and pulled Damien in a hug. "Don't forget your promise cub, Call, write, make smoke signals if you have to"

"I promised I'll let hear from me Moony" he said grinning.

"You have everything?, clothes?, toothbrush?, floss?, your school books?"

"Whoa, whoa, Hermione!, slow down, yes I have everything" she huffed.

"with you, you never know, I know you Ha,- I mean Damien"
He rolled his eyes and pulled her in ha brief hug when Remus released him.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm just in another country, not in another world."

"I know that!" she slapped his shoulder, "But I can not help it, I worry about you!" she crossed her arms above her chest and huffed.

"I know..." the twins slapped his shoulders.

"We know that you'll write-" started George.
"but we want you to know, baby brother-" Continued Fred.
"that we will, always come to help-"
"All right?." they finished together and draw him in a hug, then they pushed him in Sirius arms.

"They have, basically said everything that needed to be said" he nuzzled Damien's hair, "So all I can say is this, make old Viper's live hell, Marauder's style understood?" he asked playfully.

"Of course Patfoot" he said and grinned, then the guy with his Portkey announced that it was ready, and he led go of Sirius, "I have to go..." he was about to go when Sirius called after him.

"Wait!" Damien turned around as Sirius placed something on his head, a bright purple dickies tucson hat.

"What...?"

"It was James's... your real dad, Renato had always this black Fedora hat on his head, we never saw him without it, on Day, James asked about it and Renato said, that it was a present from Lilly, James was, of course, jealous, so next christmas, Lilly got him this one, he was once cream-colored, but I changed it, as it seems that you have taken a liking to the color purple" explained Sirius.

He looked at the old dog and hugged him again. "Thank you." he placed the hat back on his head and took the portkey, he looked back to see his Family wave at him and smiled, yes even if he was in another country, they were his.

"Hecate's Backyard!" with this password, he as gone.

And here is Chapter three, i hope you all liked it.
It's a little longer that the others, because it took me so long.

Answers to question, that are sure to come:

1.) Where did Damien's new clothes come from?
he bought them, in the month I've skipped, there are lots of Fictions were Harry goes on a shopping spree, Damien did that too but i didn't find it too important to write it.

Question to you all:
Were the characters in this chapter to OCC?