Chapter 4 - World 12... How to bake a Revolution, part 1.

Revan woke at the startled squeal. A young girl of about five was crumpled on the ground sobbing. Oh shit the wards! Revan jumped off the couch, banishing them with a thought and went to the girl.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry about that," he said, pulling out a potion, "here drink this, it'll take the pain away."

Tear's streaming down her face she eyed him wearily and then seeing something she trusted in his eyes she took the potion and downed it in a gulp. Almost instantly you could see her relax as the pain disappeared.

The room door was flung open violently causing Revan to vault himself in a somersault over the back of the couch bringing out his wand and gun in flash.

Sirius screeched to a halt at the gun and wand pointed at his chest.

Revan straitened, and in an equally fast move, put his weapons away. "Sorry about that, I tend to be a little jumpy"

"What happened?" Sirius asked frowning, moving forward and scooping up his daughter.

"My fault I'm afraid," said Revan ruefully, "as I went to sleep I activated my protection wards, which gave your daughter a nasty shock when she came too close. I've given her a potion which has taken away the pain. I'm sorry she was hurt I didn't even realise I had set them, fortunately I only activated my lowest level wards, so she suffered no permanent damage."

"Its ok Daddy, it doesn't hurt anymore, and that man's potion even tasted nice! Not like the ones Mummy uses!" the little girl enthused, "it was like a peppermint milkshake!" Sirius looked at Revan in surprise.

Revan looked a little embarrassed, "I always hated the taste of most of the healing potions, so I devised some ways to make them taste nice."

Sirius sniggered, here was the ultimate Wizarding warrior, walking around with milkshake flavoured healing potions, he couldn't help himself, he started to laugh.

"You don't have to laugh" muttered Revan, beginning to go a bit red and look even more uncomfortable.

"Daddy, who is he?"

"This is Mr Revan Darkmayne, a relative of an old friend of mine, I guess you could say. He and I have some business interests that will coincide for a while" Sirius thought that this was sufficiently plausible for the children, and easy enough for Revan to use as a cover while he was around.

"Oh, that sounds kinda boring Dad, hey can I call you Revan?" she said looking at the startled young man.

"Uh sure, I don't mind"

"Cool!" and with that she jumped down and ran over to Revan, grabbing his hand she asked "Daddy is Revan staying for dinner? Can I show him my room?" and looking up at Revan, "Hey Revan do you wanna play a game of exploding snap?"

The two adults snorted in amusement at the excited five year old, "Revan you may as well stay, the others you will need to speak to will be coming for dinner and that's the best time to introduce you. Sarah you can show Revan your room and play a quick game with him, but he and I need to discuss some more business in about an hour, that is if you don't mind?" he said looking at Revan.

"No not at all, Ms Sarah I'd be delighted to see your room and play a quick game with you," he said smiling "Fawkes are you coming as well?" there was a startled squawk from on top of the bookshelf, and the phoenix poked his head out to look down at Revan. "What? If you want to hide, you really shouldn't leave your tail feathers poking out." Revan said with a smirk, pointing at the feathers drooping over the end of the bookshelf.

"Wow you know a phoenix!, that's awesome! Can I pet him? Please?" said the bouncing form of the small child attached to his hand. The phoenix seemed to sigh, as if trying to communicate that all the attention was really beneath him, and Revan raised his eyebrow grinning at the bird's melodramatic discomfort. Fawkes, jumped off the bookshelf landing on Revan's shoulder, peering down at the little girl. All thoughts of exploding snap and room tours banished Sarah stared in delighted admiration at the bird, hesitantly reaching out to stroke his feathers as Revan squatted down to introduce them.

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Two hours later found Revan and Sirius in the lounge again discussing how to go about his introduction to the rest of the Movement.

"It's probably best to tell them about you coming from another reality." said Sirius rubbing his temples contemplatively.

"Really? don't you think it'll confuse the issue?"

"No, the others will never trust an outsider at this point, we have been compromised in the past and they'll never agree to work with someone they don't know otherwise. Well keep the history of you personal relationships with their other world counterparts to a minimum, just that you knew most of them and fought Voldemort together. We'll focus on your training and experience, and then see if we can work together to formulate some sort of strategy to destabilise Voldemort's power base."

"Ok that sounds reasonable, like I said the whole revolution angle is new to me too, so we'll have to work together on this one to be able to make the changes needed. If it was just a matter of killing Voldmort and his cronies it could all be over in a week, but with political structure now in place it isn't going to be so simple unfortunately. If I am honest I have a natural talent for combat and tactical leadership, but the broad strategic outlook has always come from others who actually have some talent in that area. From what I have seen, and what Fawkes told me, the laws are structured in such a way that even if I killed them all off tomorrow, as per my usual methods, the survivors would just pick right up from where Voldemort left off. And that isn't really what we want."

Sirius looked at him shrewdly "Would it really be that easy? Could you really get to them all so quickly?"

Revan smirked, and without warning altered his face to resemble Sirius.

"You're a metamorphomagus!" he breathed, "I thought Tonks was the only living one at the moment, and even she can't do this so quickly!"

"I've had a lot of practice, and Tonks tends to spend half her time trying to look funny, I only practice my alias' or known targets, I do a great Snape by the way, even the smirk and the greasy hair," Revan chuckled.

Sirius chuckled, "I believe you, now get my features off your skull, it's freaking me out!" with a smirk Revan switched back to his usual appearance.

"To answer your question, yes I probably could get to most of them very easily. Or at least in the beginning. My infiltration skills are far above what most Auror's would be capable of, add to that my metamorphomagus abilities and I am security's worst nightmare. I think..." what Revan was about to say was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Sirius' wife Linidra popped her head in round the door.

"Sirius the other are arriving."

"Ok hon, show them into the kitchen, Revan and I will be there in a moment."

She nodded and closed the door after her.

"Well Revan are you ready to face your ghosts?"

"Yeah, I'm getting better at this, I'll leave the introductions to you."

"Sure, just give me five minutes to give them a brief low down on the situation, and then I'll bring you in, oh and bring that disreputable bird with you as well, he'll go along way to proving your trustworthiness to the others. No offense Fawkes." Sirius added at the glare from the phoenix sitting on the back of the couch.

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Five minutes later Revan stepped into a decidedly tense room. Looking around he could see many very familiar faces, Neville Longbottom, looking strong and confident with his arm draped over Ginny in a possessive but familiar fashion only found in long term couples, that was a first. Even more surprising were the obviously together Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, that had definitely never happened previously. Going around the room were many other familiar faces, Moody, Tonks, McGonagall, the rest of the Weazley's and the biggest shock of them all Lockhart! Dressed conservatively, with a competent air and the eyes of someone who has actually faced danger, rather than just writing about it, and with an Auror badge on his robes. Well things are certainly different!

"Everyone this is Revan Darkmayne, traveller from another parallel world and formerly Harry James Potter, son of James and Lilly Potter who we all knew. As I said he has been called here by Fawkes of all things to help in the resistance aginst Voldemort."

All eyes turned to Revan sizing him up. You could almost hear the thoughts flashing through their minds, is this a trick?, an if not what can he possibly do for us, after all he's only one boy.

Hear me fledglings what Sirius has said is true, I and my other selves have called Revan here because it is ever his destiny to defeat Voldemort, and he has succeeded in doing so twelve times already. He is worthy of your trust. And with that Fawkes disappeared in a flash of fire.

"Show-off, I hate it when he does that." muttered Revan sourly. Looking round at the now stunned group, after all how often did a phoenix bother to speak to people, Revan reached into his pensieve chest and put it in the centre of the table. Lifting out a rather large bottle labelled 'Greatest Hits' he smirked and saying "How about some show and tell? These are my memories of previous battles with Voldemort, think of it as the first instalment on my resume." With that said he poured it in and moved back to allow everyone access to the pensieve.

An hour later they were all back, looking at him with awed expressions on their faces.

"Bloody hell! I wouldn't wanna piss you off mate!" exclaimed Fred, or George, being was impossible to tell as usual.

With excited muttering confirming similar opinions around the table, Revan stepped forward and raised his hands to get their attention.

"To add to that I'll give you a brief rundown on my training and experience," Everyone resumed their seats, "I began my magical and physical training at five, under Dumbledore and a few others, including the counterparts of some of you in this room. During the week I had magical theory and martial arts training and on weekends I had duelling, DADA, and infiltration and evasion techniques taught to me. I also from a young age had muggle military instructor, ex-SAS actually teaching me how to fight in various environments and how to make best use of any weapon available to me. One of them, Sergeant Green helped me develop the ideas for some of the weapons you saw me using in my combat against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. We took those ideas and with trial and error, and a lot of help form some other's we got them to work quite well, as you saw in my memories. They have given me a significant tactical advantage over the last few years. My magical training has been highly specialised, I wouldn't be able to pass the standard OWLS or NEWTS testing regimes. My potions work has been focused purely on medical potions or tactical potions like pollyjuice and veritaserum, and my other training has been similarly skewed, if magic can defend, hurt or heal I can do it perfectly all the time, every time, if not I probably can't. In short I am soldier, and have been all my life. Any questions?"

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A/N: Hope you are all enjoying this so far, I'll be updating again in the next few days. While you are at it take a look at my other story Rune Mage Rising and let me know what you think. Shran.