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Chapter 1 - Displacement and Replacement
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Killing a god.
The thought would've been amusing if it hadn't been literal. As it was, Lelouch found himself balanced on the edge between panicked hysteria and morbid curiosity. Though he was leaning more twoards the side of hysteria at the moment.
The reason for this? Ah. Well, that required some context. Quite a bit of it.
It all started eight or so years before with the death of his mother. Or, he supposed 'death' wasn't quite right now was it? Seeing how her consciousness or soul had certainly survived the destruction of her mortal body.
In any case... dead or not... his mother's disappearance from his life had been the catalyst for everything that had happened afterwards.
First, he'd been exiled to another country to act as a political hostage. Obviously, there was a lot to unpack there, but to put a long explanation short his father was dick. Not the best summary he'd admit. Although he wasn't sure how to put it more succinctly than that.
After his exile, Japan, the country he was exiled to, was invaded. The Kururugi shine where he'd been staying was bombed... probably his father being a dick again... and he'd narrowly survived.
Not that he'd let anyone know that, having taken the opportunity to fake his death as best as a ten year old could.
Following this, he made contact with the Ashfords, a family which had been loyal to his mother. And for almost seven years, he lived at Ashford academy, living under the alias of Lelouch Lamperouge. His existence at that point had been a fog of uncertainty, as he moved from one day to the next without any clear direction.
Then... everything changed again.
His meeting C.C. had a drastic effect on his life going forward, acquiring the power of Geass perhaps more so.
The last year had been such a chaotic mess that even he had trouble keeping track of it all.
From saving the rebels and defeating Clovis at Shinjuku.... to escaping the Black Knights and confronting his father at the Sword of Akasha. All while maintaining the cover of a gifted student at Ashford academy and... somehow... keeping his grades in the mid-high Bs.
Yeah, it had been one hell of a year.
It was a pity it had to come to an end this way. Nunnally's death, the Black Knight's betrayal, and the worst part of all. Discovering his mother had been alive all this time... helping his father.
God, way to rub salt in an open wound. He wasn't entirely sure who he despised most of all. The list was so long now...
His father? For all the misery he'd put him through?
His mother for being complicit?
Suzaku? For being an ever present thorn in his side that just wouldn't go away?
C.C. for playing both sides from the start?
The Black Knights? For betraying him after he'd done so much for them?
Or Schneizel? For being the one who turned them against him?
Or did he hate himself most of all? For making so many mistakes along the way?
So many hates to choose from.
Not that it mattered a whole lot. What with his father being mere seconds away from achieving his life's ambition. Lelouch still wasn't clear on how his father thought his plan would make anything better. Killing the Collective Unconscious?
Even if he decided the man knew what he was talking about, rather than making baseless assumptions, how could he think that a 'world without lies' was what they needed?
A world without lies was a world in which truth lost its significance. A world where identity and individuality became shadows of what they once were.
Besides... what did his father think? Had he somehow deluded himself that a 'world without lies' would be one without cruelty or barbarism? No. That was pure denial.
Lelouch figured he knew himself better than most. And who he was... wasn't something to be proud of.
He was a vain prideful man with a sadistic streak a mile wide and a fixation on control. Why else would his Geass be the power to order people around like slaves? Sure, he had his good points.
Even the most vicious serial killer had virtues.
He thought he was fair to people. He believed he had a strong sense of right and wrong, even if he ignored it in favor of pursuing his goals. He liked to think he was kind and compassionate when circumstances allowed for it. He knew he was intelligent, charismatic, and hard working, even if he despised physical labor.
Being unable to lie to himself or others wouldn't' change these character traits. They were a part of him, as much as Kallen's ferocity or Suzaku's stubbornness were parts of them.
A world without lies was just a world in which one couldn't deny their nature. And that world... would be one of anarchy and chaos.
People were not naturally 'good' or 'evil'. Those things were merely perceptions based upon an individual's view of ethics and morality. Human beings were what their environment made them.
He was no different.
So how could his parents think their plan to kill god was enlightened? Were they so wrapped up in their own mania, they thought they could fix the world?
Did his father somehow believe that destroying the Collective Unconscious would make everyone fundamentally good? Perhaps he thought it would make him good.
As if it could be so easy...
Lelouch wanted to tear his hair out for how ridiculous it all was. All the bullshit, the war, the bloodshed... for this?
"So you wish to destroy me...."
The voice was sudden as it was alien. In the silence of this otherworldly temple, it was deafening. Like tens of millions of voices overlapping in perfect harmony. The voice of an angel... or a demon. He wasn't sure which. But it certainly drew his father's attention.
Standing there with C.C. and his mother, Charles zi Britannia grinned.
Lelouch likened it to the grin of a madman.
"Yes. I will destroy you! And bring an everlasting peace to this world! A world without lies or falsehood!"
"Very well. I cannot stop you. But if you think my destruction will bring about what you seek..... you are... sorely mistaken."
Lelouch shuddered as something rippled through him. A wave of invisible energy which touched the very core of his being. It was not a comforting sensation. On the contrary, it felt as though a ghostly hand were pulling him apart at the seams. Not pain. Not exactly. Something much more abstract...
Detachment.
It was worse than mere pain. It went beyond that. So far beyond, he lacked the words to properly describe it. Miserable agonizing excruciating... simply didn't do it justice.
Lelouch crashed to his knees, gasping like a fish out of water. Still, he managed to keep his eyes on Charles as the voice spoke again.
"The Ragnarok connection has been established. Your codes have been activated. Congratulations Charles zi Britannia. You have slain a god."
The voice of the World of C was almost dripping insincerity, something which set the hairs on his neck standing on end. "I wish you luck... wherever you find yourself."
"What are you talking about?!"
His father was starting to look uneasy. Though whether it was from the unbearable feeling of detachment or the Collective's words... he couldn't say.
"Speak plainly!"
While there was no face or expression to see, Lelouch perceived a kind of smugness in the voice now.
"I may contain the consciousnesses of every human who has ever lived. Yet that is not all I am... If only you had paid more attention to the signs. You might have known. You have not simply killed a god... you have destroyed the only thing keeping this plane of existence together."
Lelouch went very pale as he felt himself being... pulled... for lack of a better word. It started just behind the eyes and proceeded to expand to the rest of his body. Across from him his father staggered, barley keeping his feet. C.C. simply collapsed, dropping to floor like someone had cut her tendons.
Even his bitch of a mother, with no physical body, was affected. She swayed, eyes suddenly glassy.
"Once I am gone, every consciousness in this world will be scattered. Most will be cast adrift, unable to change their course, doomed to an existence of utter solitude. Knowing no peace, languishing in the void."
Horror bit deeply into Lelouch's mind, the implications of such a thing not lost on him. Yet the voice wasn't finished.
"Others will be enslaved by the Old Ones who wander the endless eternities between worlds. A fortunate few may find themselves bound to another living being."
The sound which escaped Charles was inhuman. Something between a dog's whine and a choked sob.
"Pray that you are so fortunate. It would be more than you deserve. For you have sentenced several billion souls to one of these fates. Your actions will lead to suffering your mortal mind is incapable of comprehending."
Without warning... the Sword of Akasha began to shake itself apart under their feet.
"It's a pity. I was looking forward to your son becoming Emperor. Now that future will never be."
The turbulent sky was filled with one last sound. A long exasperated sigh. Then Lelouch was no longer standing upon the Sword of Akasha in the World of C. He was somewhere else entirely.
Or... so be specific... someone else.
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
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Albus Dumbledore was used to people barging into his office.
Most of the time it was Lucius Malfoy, one of the more irritating voices on the board of governors. Other times it was Minerva McGonagall.
Though in recent years it was just to badger him into having a drink with her. The woman had come to enjoy fire whiskey a little too much for his tastes.
Even Flitwick and Trelawny did it from time to time.
This was to say nothing of Severus. Who could always be counted on to come complaining about this or that... at all hours of the day or night.
But there was one person who never 'barged in'. And that was the man who, going by appearances alone, looked like a human battering ram.
Yes, despite weighing as much as five men, Rubeus Hagrid was as polite and respectful as they came. An absolute joy to speak to, as Albus was always reminded of Newt Scamander. About the only thing that annoyed him about Hagrid was his rock cakes.
Sweet as honey, but he must have lost two teeth to those monstrosities. How Hagrid could eat them every day and not get his teeth fixed one a week was beyond him.
In any case, it was quite the shock to his system when the door to his office was sent flying off its hinges by a half giant in the midst of balling his eyes out.
Now, Albus had comforted Hagird in the midst of grief before. He knew what it entailed. A great many hugs, pats on the back, and a handkerchief the size of a ship's sail. He conjured the last of these things with a wave of his wand and stood to receive his old friend.
The hug, when it came, was crushing. A quick spell to fortify his ribs was essential to his survival. But he took it as the price of helping Hagird with whatever had happened.
He'd learn the details later, when the fellow was capable of intelligible speech again.
"Tis awful it is!"
Well, that was quicker than he thought. Usually when one of Hagrid's favorite creatures died, he was incapable of speaking properly for a good hour. Perhaps it had been one of the thestrals again? Hagrid did love those beasts.
"He's gone! I.. can' believe he's gone!"
Albus patted Hagrid's broad back, subtly casting a charm on his legs to prevent the man's huge weight from sending him to the floor. Then he led Hagrid to one of the larger chairs in his study. Still, the overbuilt armchair barely contained him.
"They said he'd gone to a better place!" Hagrid's wail would have woken the dead and probably the rest of the staff too, had his office not had privacy wards. "A better place Dumbledore! And what was worse? They... the monsters didn' even seem sad abou' it!"
Frowning, Albus summoned a bottle of his strongest spirits from his liquor cabinet. Then he conjured a goblet large enough for Hagrid to hold without crushing it. Then he poured about half the bottle. "Hagrid... Hagrid. It's okay. It's alright. Loss is a part of life, is it not?"
"I know tha'." Hagrid insisted, grabbing the goblet and knocking the whole thing back. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, then started sobbing again. "Bu..but how can someone be so heartless?"
Albus sighed. He thought he understood the situation a bit better now. One of Hagrid's pets must have been sick. Obviously, Hagrid would have taken them to the magical menagerie in Diagon Alley, hoping for a miracle. No doubt anyone trying to tell him there was nothing to be done would have set him off.
Well, it wasn't like he had anything else to do this evening. He might as well help his former student through his latest tragedy.
"Hagrid, I know it's hard to accept it, but these things happen. And if they said there was nothing to be done... then you shouldn't blame them for it."
"But..."
"Besides, it's all part of the cycle of life and death. As I've told you before. Death is merely the beginning of another adventure."
"But..."
"And you can always find another creature to take care of. How about another Silman falcon. I know you've always liked those."
Hagrid was silent for a long minute, his watery eyes staring at him with a look of confusion. Then he said something which made the blood in his veins run cold. "But Dumbledore... I was talking 'bout Harry."
The bottle in his hands crashed to the floor.
"Harry is gone?"
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Privet drive was exactly as Albus remembered it. The entire street was lined with houses which, apart from their lawns and cars, were nigh identical. It honestly made him a little uneasy.
The unnatural uniformity reminded him of Gellert’s apartment, back when they were… attached.
Gellert had been meticulously clean. Everything in its proper place. Not a quill or piece of parchment out of line.
But, as much as the neighborhood itself made him feel unwanted, he had something important to do. He was here to find out what happened to Harry James Potter.
Hagrid had explained what he could. That the Dursleys said Harry was 'gone' and 'wouldn't be coming back'.
The wording was odd because it suggest Harry had simply packed his bags and left. Yet Harry would be turning eleven in just a week so Albus couldn't imagine he'd done that.
Had he been adopted by another family? That might have been the case. If his suspicions were true, Lily's sister must be been a completely different person than he remembered.
The girl who'd written him so many letters as a child, hoping to go to Hogwarts like her sister... he couldn't imagine that girl passing her nephew off to another family like so much baggage.
And Hagrid had claimed Petunia was glad to be rid of him.
That didn't sound right at all. What kind of people would say that about a child, especially their own blood? Unless something had changed drastically since the last time he'd spoken to Petunia, there had to be something else going on here.
"Time to get to the bottom of this..."
Drawing in a deep breath, Albus marched up to the Dursley's door and knocked three times. It wasn't more than a minute before the door opened, revealing a child of about Harry's age. He was dangerously overweight, even by magical standards, and stared up at him through watery blue eyes.
"Who're you?"
Albus smiled politely. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I'm here to speak to your mother. Could you get her for me?"
"Er... alright." The boy turned around, waddling into the house.
The wait was not a long one. Barely any time passed before a woman came into view. One that Albus had difficulty recognizing at first. Lily Evans and Petunia Evans had been very close in appearance as children. Even as young adults, they'd kept that similarity.
This woman was as thin as she was tall. All bones and skin and very little else. Her nose looked like a blade hanging over thin lips and sallow cheeks.
And the eyes. They held not a hint of the warmth he remembered in Lily's. Clearly, she hadn't been taking care of herself.
"What do you want. We already told that freak all there was to know."
He was accustomed to people calling Hagrid a freak. Or a dirty half breed. Or various slurs based on his giant heritage. But to hear it from a muggle made his lips twitch into a frown.
"Ah, yes. Hagrid passed on what you told him. However, it seems to me that you told him very little. As Harry is only ten years old, I would very much like to know how it is he left your care."
Albus let a hint of steel enter his voice. "...and what possessed you to send off your own flesh and blood when you..."
"Send him off!? Is that what you think?!" Petunia's voice cracked like a whip, shrill and unyielding. "You think we had a choice? That freak blackmailed my husband and I. Threatened us! So we gave him what he wanted and washed our hands of him!"
"What?"
"Oh, of course you wouldn't know. It's not like you people actually use your heads for anything other than hat racks after all. Just like my fool sister, the lot of you. Well, since you're here, I might as well tell you the whole story."
Petunia drew herself up, sneering in such a way, Severus would have been green with envy. "He was almost normal the first few years. At least, normal for your kind. Did all the same things my sister did. Levitating furniture, making odd lights, that sort of thing."
"Then, when he was six, it got worse. He changed. I don't know why and I don't care how. But all of a sudden, he was threatening us if we didn't give him what he wanted. Vernon tried to put his foot down... and I still don't know what that freak told him... but somehow he blackmailed my husband!"
She shook her head, practically spitting the words out. "He wanted money. So we gave him money. He wanted a ride to London. So we drove him to London. He told us if we pretended like he didn't exist, then he'd never come back here again. And so we did! Until that bloody giant of a man came here yesterday badgering us about where he was!"
Albus sucked in a breath, closing his eyes, as he tried to calm himself. Then he bowed his head. "My apologies for disturbing you. I see I greatly misread this situation. I had thought you would welcome him into your home. If I had known of the resentment you seem to hold for your sister, I would never have left him within ten leagues of you."
"Too late for that, I think."
"Yes, quite." Albus scowled, not liking the situation in the least, but knowing there was little he could do without resorting to underhanded tactics. "In the interest in making sure I never have to return here, is there anything you can tell me about where Harry might be?"
Petunia's eyes narrowed. "You promise never to darken my door again?"
"You have my word."
She relaxed slightly. "One of my neighbors, Ms. Bellbrook has a brother who works at a prestigious university. Oxford. I expect even you have heard of it. He told her about a student who was ready to graduate. The youngest in the university's history. When I asked who it was, she mentioned he was called Lelouch Lamperouge."
"Lelouch Lamperouge?"
"Don't ask. I don't know. I was curious so I asked Bellbrook about the boy. She inquired to her brother. Apparently the boy has the same scar as my nephew. The moment I heard that I dropped the matter. That's the last I've heard of him or anyone like him."
Albus was lost for words. Harry was going by a different name and... apparently attending an elite muggle school?
Lily was a brilliant girl. And James had been a genius with Transfiguration. But this? Of course he knew of Oxford University. It was one of the oldest, if not the oldest muggle university in Europe. Merlin's beard, it was nearly as old as Hogwarts.
But it certainly wasn't a school for ten year olds. In the modern day such universities rarely accepted applicants younger than sixteen, unless they were exceptional.
Furthermore, Harry was already graduating? At ten years old?
He wasn't sure how it was possible without extensive use of a time turner. The sheer amount of work one would have to do to accomplish that... boggled the mind. Even assuming he was capable, there weren't enough hours in the day to keep up with that course load.
Especially considering Harry would have had to pass both elementary and primary school in the same amount of time.
Albus ground his teeth, annoyed. He was beginning to wonder if Petunia was having him on. Did she think it was funny? Would she be amused, knowing she'd sent him off on some wild owl chase? Yes.. yes she probably would.
Unfortunately, he wasn't so desperate as to use legilimancy on a muggle. Not to mention the legality of doing so. This meant he really only had one lead.
If it turned out she was lying to him, he'd simply contact Alastor Moody. His old friend was close to retirement. But Albus was certain he wouldn't object to doing one last favor. Especially if it helped the son of an old student.
"Very well. Thank you for the assista.."
The door slammed in his face before he even finished speaking. Staring at it for a moment, his eye began to twitch uncontrollably. Then he turned on his heel and studied Petunia's lawn. It took every ounce of self control he had to resist hexing her carefully pruned roses.
But, in the end, he left without a trace.
His next destination....
Oxford.
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Oxford University, unlike Privet drive, had changed somewhat since his last visit. Although, given that was almost sixty years ago, this was a given. The huge structure was a castle in its own right. Perhaps not as large or as grand as Hogwarts, but much more symmetrical and just as pleasing to the eye.
He swept inside the large double doors just as a rush of students came the other way. They saw him, dressed in an impeccable grey suit, and gave him quick nods of respect, probably assuming he was one of the university's many professors.
"Excuse me my boy." He stopped one of the young men, smiling behind his glasses. "Could you perhaps give an old man a bit of assistance. I'm here looking for the son of a close friend. Lelouch Lamperouge. About eleven years old. Green eyes, black hair?"
There was instant recognition in the lad's gaze. He nodded and jerked a finger over his shoulder."Everyone knows him. If he's not gone to lunch yet, you could probably find him talking to Professor Litwell. Room 36. Right down the main hall there."
"Much appreciated."
Albus moved down the hall, around the horde of students. Once the crowd had cleared he soon found the classroom in question. Taking note of the plaque on the door, he realized it was a chemistry lab. Well, that gave him some insight into what Harry was doing here.
If indeed this 'Lelouch Lamperouge' was Harry.
"Chemistry... hm."
That was rather similar in application to alchemy. The practice of separating and combining various substances in nearly endless ways. Of course. Muggle chemistry had thousands of applications. While alchemy was mainly focused on creating ever more potent magical materials, which could then be used for enchanting, potions, or advanced rituals.
In his middle years, he'd taken a class on muggle chemistry. Some of their ideas had helped him with discovering the various uses of dragon's blood.
Putting it out of his thoughts, Albus opened the classroom door and peeked inside. There, standing behind a desk, was an elderly gentleman. Albus assumed this was Professor Litwell, as no one else was present.
"Professor Litwell?"
The man looked up, grey eyes narrowed. "Ah, yes? Was there something you needed... Mr.."
"Dumbledore. Professor Albus Dumbledore." He supplied. "I'm looking for a student. Lelouch Lamperouge. I was told he was in your class."
"Lamperouge? Yes, you just missed him." He pointed out the door. "Take a left outside. Look for a tall Slavic girl with braided hair and the short redhead. Claire and Jason. You'll find Lamperouge in their shadow. If not, they'll know where he is."
"Thank you, Professor."
"You're welcome."
Albus left the room and continued down the hall, keeping his eyes peeled for Harry or the two students who had been described. He wasn't precisely sure what the boy would look like. But he had a mental image of James with a rounder face and Lily's eyes.
His path took him to the end of the hall. Glancing left and right, he saw a large group of students moving away from him on his right. His eyes easily picked out blonde braids towards the front of said group. Though he couldn't see a redheaded boy or Harry.
He followed, not wanting to be left behind.
By the time he caught them, the group had left the hall and entered a large modern looking room. Given the numerous students sitting around with food, this was clearly the cafeteria.
He found the girl with the braids again and realized why she had been described as 'tall'. She was nearly two meters with narrow features, pale alabaster skin, and piercing blue eyes.
Beside her was a boy, about a year younger by his estimate, with deeply tanned skin. He was short, sporting curly red hair along with an absurd quantity of freckles.
If Albus had to describe the redhead with two words... he'd have chosen 'Greek Weasley'.
"Claire and Jason I suppose. Then where is... Ah! There."
Harry at ten years old was much as Dumbledore had imagined him. Which was to say, nigh identical to his father in height and build. Though there were a few notable differences. His hair was much longer, almost to his waist, and held in check by a black ribbon. He also had his mother's skin tone, being rather pale.
The eyes though. Those were the most notable difference. They shone like green gemstones in the overhead lights.
"No luck, Lulu?"
Harry made a show of bowing low, making an overly exaggerated motion Albus didn't recognize. "Ten thousand apologies my lady. It seems they are truly intractable. Even my usual promises of endless torture were unsuccessful. I blame my height. No one takes me seriously when I'm half their size."
The blonde girl snorted. "Whatever. It's not like I can't rewrite them. It just annoys me that he refuses to return my notes, even when he can't read them. Stubborn brat."
"Can't argue there." Harry took a seat between her and the redhead. "So. How's the thesis coming along?"
"Slowly." The redhead was working his way through a large sandwich and answered between bites. "Can't believe... they don't... let us use... university sources."
"Well, they can't let it be too easy, can they?" The blonde smirked at him, showing just a hint of teeth. "Maybe you should have chosen a different topic? Then it wouldn't be so hard to find so many sources to cite."
"Ug... it's already my worst class." He sulked. "Besides, I wouldn't even be here if Lulu hadn't ordered me to. Seriously, couldn't you have chosen a different university? And I thought the standards back home were ridiculous."
Harry's smile was practically angelic in its innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about. I chose it because it's the best. And it's not like I actually 'ordered' anything. Plus, you are my best mate. Aren't you?"
"Maybe not if I fail this class."
"You won't. I can bribe the processor if push comes to shove. Mathews is hoping to retire next year. No doubt he'd appreciate a charitable donation to the cause."
"Ug..." The blonde made a face. "Can you not sound like a corrupt politician?"
"Would you rather I act like Suzaku?"
"Never mind. Corrupt politician it is. Carry on."
Albus couldn't help but frown as Harry laughed. Something about the interaction didn't seem right to him. Harry, in addition his apparent intelligence, seemed far too mature for his age. Not to mention, Albus had the distinct impression there was something in the playful conversation he was missing. As if he'd started reading a book halfway through without realizing it.
Regardless, he decided it was time to introduce himself. So he stepped out of the doorway to the cafeteria and made his way to their table.
Their conversation cut off as soon as he came into view. Two pairs of blue eyes and one set of green locked on him. And he was unnerved to find the green held the most judgment.
"You're not a professor here." Harry pointed out easily, as if he knew the faces of every staff member at Oxford on sight. "What do you want with us sir?"
"I'm actually here on a school related matter. Not this school of course. You see, I am the headmaster of a rather reclusive private school in Scottland."
He idly wondered what would be the best way to get a feel for Harry, then decided the parental angle would be best.
"A school which James and Lily Potter attended in their youth. As they paid for their son's tuition years in advance, it's my duty to send their son a letter of acceptance. You can imagine my surprise when I did not find him with his guardians."
Harry arched one eyebrow, though he said nothing. His two companions looked alarmed though.
"So... I would like to know why I find James and Lily's son attending Oxford university under a false name." Albus looked down his nose at the boy, who seemed completely unfazed. "You are Harry Potter, are you not?"
The boy seemed to regard him with amusement for a moment. Then he shrugged. "I imagine you didn't track me down easily. I certainly didn't tell Petunia or Vernon where I was going. Nor have I used my birth name in the years since. So in the interest of rewarding your efforts, I'll tell you this."
The ten year old drew himself up as if to give a speech, though his voice remained low enough that others in the room could not overhear.
"Harry Potter is the name of a child who was beaten and starved for something beyond his control. Harry Potter is the name of someone who accepted punishment without complaint and believed every lie he was told about his family and heritage. Harry Potter is the name of a coward who was too scared to run away. Harry Potter died years ago of a broken heart and shattered hope."
The response sent a chill up his spine, but Harry wasn't finished.
"Lelouch Lamperouge on the other hand. He left his home with the blessing of his aunt and uncle who, for undisclosed reasons, did not want any further contact with him. Through no small effort he was legally emancipated and managed to get accepted by the most prestigious university in the country. After graduating primary school and testing out of high school... of course."
"Lelouch Lamperouge is independent. He has friends and the respect of his peers. He has a dream and several goals he intends to accomplish long before most children his age are done learning that girls don't actually have cooties."
Beside him, the tall blonde snorted while the redhead coughed into his fist.
Harry glanced to his left and right, smirking. Then he turned back to Albus. "And last but not least, Lelouch Lamperouge is curious as to why you would go to the trouble of tracking down Harry Potter. Someone who no longer exists."
Albus needed a moment to organize his thoughts. "This was not at all what I was expecting. He's so different from either of his parents mentally, it's jarring just to hear him speak."
Honestly, he was reminded more of Cygnus Black than James or Lily Potter. Which was alarming for a multitude of reasons. Not the least of which being that the late Lord Black had been in his seventies.
"Well? I'm waiting."
Albus took a deep breath and released it. "Might we speak in private?"
"No one is paying attention to us. I speak with professors all the time at lunch. And before you ask, Claire and Jason have my complete and total confidence. If there is something you wish to discuss with me, it may be said in front of them."
Albus hesitated. "Are they aware of your... gifts?"
There was a long moment in which all three children simply stared at him... then a flash of recognition lit in Harry's eyes. "You mean my..." Harry smiled and Jason's tie shot into his mouth, making him choke.
The redhead shot Harry a glare as he pulled the cloth out.
"Yes. That." Albus was amazed by the display. Then again, if Harry was as intelligent as he seemed, it made sense he'd gained some form of control over his magic.
"Well. To be quite blunt, your parents were just like you. They had the same.. abilities. Also, the school at which I am Headmaster is no ordinary school. It specializes in instructing those with similar... affinities."
"I see. And the reason why you are so eager to find Harry Potter?"
Albus closed his eyes, briefly, then decided on a half truth. "Harry Potter is extremely famous in certain circles. So famous in fact that if he were to not show up at this school, there would be a very public response. One which I am eager to avoid."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
The boy's eyes narrowed. "Why is he famous? Last I checked, Harry was raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of eighteen months. How could he be famous for something that happened when he was a year old?"
Albus shot a look at his two companions, who didn't look surprised by any of this. Then he turned back to Harry. "To be quite honest, it's foolish. A very evil man attempted to kill you and your family when you were an infant. He succeeded in killing your parents yet, for reasons unknown, couldn't kill you. His spell backfired, slaying him instead."
"How is that possible?"
"I personally believe it was your mother's doing. She did something which caused the spell to be redirected. However, since she was not alive to claim credit, the fame for this achievement fell to you. In the years since, you have been given the moniker... the Boy who Lived. As the spell used on you has killed everyone it has ever touched... up to that point."
Harry's gaze left him for a moment as he seemed to chew on this new information. Then he hummed. "Interesting. I knew my parents were different from what Petunia told me. However, I never expected this."
"So you admit to being Harry Potter?"
"No. Harry Potter is dead. And, pardon my use of the phrase... but this is my hill and I'll die on it. Lelouch Lamperouge is who I am. If you can't accept that, then we're done here."
"Wait... I'm.. sorry." Albus went on damage control. "I don't wish to drive you away. I'm simply trying to understand. And hopefully convince you to attend Hogwarts this coming September."
Harry scowled. And Dumbledore got the same feeling he always had dealing with Purebloods in Slytherin. As if they expected him to throw them in Azkaban at the slightest provocation.
"I'll need more information than what you've given me. I can't imagine my absence at this school will be so jarring that it will cause problems for you. Additionally, and pardon my bluntness, but why should I care if it does?"
"That's fair I suppose." Albus wondered what he could possibly do to gain Harry's interest. He seemed so... antagonistic. "What exactly do you want to know?"
"First. Who killed my parents and why?"
"That is a complicated issue, though I'll do my best to sum it up. The man's name was Tom Riddle. He went by the moniker Lord Voldemort. He was a blood purist with support from many influential families. A decade or so before you were born, he started a war with the express purpose of wiping out those he deemed to be 'unclean' or 'tainted'."
Harry's blonde companion rolled her eyes. "Lovely."
Albus continued. "By the time you were born, he was very close to victory. The ministry was on the verge of collapse. He had murdered most of his rivals. And he seemed unbeatable. Then, one night in October, his reign of terror came to an abrupt end. His followers were sent reeling and the ministry took the opportunity to execute or imprison the vast majority of his subordinates."
"And.. my apparent fame?"
"You have to understand. While most magical folk care little for Christianity, Voldemort was as close to a Satanic figure as you can find. Even now, people are afraid to say his name. I am one of the few who do. His apparent downfall at the hands of an infant made you the focal point of the entire population's gratitude. Much like Voldemort, you were afforded near mythic status amidst the common folk. A savior. A hero. Why, I believe there are no less than fifty books written about you."
The redhead rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Madness. How does this kind of thing keep happening to you Lulu? And you're not even eleven yet."
"Oh, don't be that way Jason. It's not like you don't enjoy the excitement."
"True... but that doesn't make it any less absurd."
Albus coughed lightly, dragging their attention back to him. "What else would you like to know?"
Harry seemed to think for a second. "Hm. You said you're the headmaster of a school which teaches...magic. How difficult is it to learn?"
"For most? It takes around seven years of instruction to become competent. Many students get on the job training or an apprenticeship afterwards, if they wish to specialize."
"Alright. So... given my current pace... about a year and a half to graduate?"
"Ah, I'm not sure that's possible. But if you were able to manage it, you'd be the youngest to ever finish Hogwarts since Merlin."
All three children looked startled for the first time since he'd arrived. The blonde stared at him, wide eyed. "Merlin is... was... real?"
"Well, yes. He graduated Hogwarts in record time. Just thirteen years old. Went on to be the most famous wizard in our history. His fame is such that non-magical folk are well aware of his existence. The highest award given out by the Ministry is even known as the Order of Merlin."
Harry waved his hand impatiently. "We're getting off topic. Returning to my questions, I'd like to know about the limitations of magic."
"Pardon?"
The boy sighed, looking incredibly put-upon. "What are the hard rules on what cannot be done? Are there any? Or is it a power of imagination thing? I know it is part visualization and will, based on my own experiments. But what else?"
"Ah. A few hard rules... you cannot be in multiple places simultaneously. Trust me, many have tried and died horribly. You cannot bring the dead back to life, though it is possible to communicate with spirits. Immortality is achievable, though more often a curse than a benefit. Time travel is also possible on an extremely limited scale. A few hours is the current record. And you can create something from nothing. However, such creations do not last long."
Albus paused. "I think that covers most of the common questions I've heard from new students. Anything specific you were wondering about?"
Harry didn't hesitate, rattling off a handful right away. "Is it possible to read someone's mind? Take control of them? Can you see the future? How easily can magic heal wounds? Is teleportation a thing? Can you permanently turn one substance into another?"
"Oh, I see you have several areas of interest." Albus was secretly quite pleased. It had been some time since he had a student bother to ask him any interesting questions. Even if Harry's line of inquiry was somewhat uncommon.
He mentally arranged everything in his mind before answering. "Very well. I'll answer in order of difficulty. Teleportation is a thing. There are, in fact, multiple methods. The most basic form is taught in the sixth year to all students. Magic does heal wounds much faster than non-magical methods. Though magical wounds are tricky. You cannot see the future unless you are born with the gift. Although minor divination is an elective offered from year three onward."
"Noted."
"As for reading minds. That is called Legitimacy and it is extremely difficult to learn. As well as being illegal to use on another without permission. One can turn a substance into another permanently. The art is known as Alchemy and it is quite possibly the most complex form of magic. And finally, yes. Taking control of another person is quite possible. It's known as the Imperious curse and it will earn the caster a life sentence if used on any sentient being."
"Understandable." Harry half muttered under his breath. "One more question on the applications of magic."
"Yes?"
"Given two the things I mentioned are illegal, what are the restrictions on the use of magic? If I graduated from this school of yours, would I be free to use it as I wish, excepting those spells which have been deemed evil or dangerous?"
"There is the statute of secrecy. Which makes it illegal to reveal the existence of magic to those without magic... except in special circumstances."
Harry's lips twitched. "Is this one of those?"
"Your friends clearly were aware of magic before. I have revealed nothing."
"I see." Harry nodded, a sly grin making itself known. "Are there restrictions on using magic upon... non-magical people? Other than certain spells and ensuring it's unnoticed?"
"Any law which the non-magical world has applies to the use of magic. Using it to steal, coerce, or otherwise harm is illegal. Regardless of whether the target is magical or not."
"I suspected as much. Just making sure." Harry was frowning now and Albus could almost see the gears turning. "Hypothetically, if I were to go to this school, graduate, and gain a place in your community. Would I be able to pursue my ambitions in the non-magical world as well? Or would I be forced to live in the magical side?"
"It would be frowned upon by the pureblood families, many of which are quite influential. But there is no law against it. Save for one."
"Which is?"
"The head of a magical family may not hold a title in the non-magical aristocracy. For example. A Lord of a pureblood family couldn't also be a Viscount or Earl in the non-magical world."
"And how does this apply to me?"
Albus sighed. "Whether you like it or not, your blood is the blood of James Potter. You are heir to the Potter family, a very old pureblood line. Even if you legally change your name, it does not change your blood. Magic itself will recognize you as the Potter family heir if you attempt to sign any binding contracts in our world."
Harry's expression shifted through several emotions so quickly, he couldn't get a good read on them. Then he settled on disappointment. "That's unfortunate. Not a deal breaker, but still. I would have preferred to retain some form of anonymity."
"May I ask why?"
"History."
"Pardon... I'm not sure I understand."
"I'd like to keep it that way." Harry said cryptically. "Anyway, am I to assume this is a case of 'Taking the good with the bad'?"
Albus was lost for a reason why Harry was so opposed to being famous, when he was graduating Oxford at ten. That alone would make him famous in many circles. "I suppose."
"Can I at least change my name so people in your... community... won't recognize me instantly?"
"I'm afraid that would be largely useless. Your father was a well known figure. Being head of house Potter, as well as being a sports star in his early youth. Not to mention his role in law enforcement. So most over the age of thirty are familiar with what he looks like."
"I'm assuming I look just like him then..."
"My boy, the resemblance is uncanny. Though you have Lily's eyes and skin tone. There is also the matter of your scar, which is famous as well."
Harry's hand involuntarily raised to his forehead. The scar was just as Albus remembered it. Shaped like a lightning bolt or, more specifically, a Swilo rune. "This..?"
"That is where the killing curse touched you. Damage caused by dark curses is slow or impossible to heal. That scar will be there forever. It could be covered up by muggle cosmetics or magic of course, but that doesn't solve your underlying issue of looking just like... well... you."
The scowl with contorted Harry's face could have frozen lava. "Fine. Inconvenient, but not unacceptable." He crossed his arms, his glare relaxing somewhat. "Alright. I'll admit, you have my curiosity. Tell me sir... exactly how wealthy is my family?"
"I don't have a specific number." Albus explained with a long suffering sigh. "While the key to your vault did find its way into my hands, given your lack of close magical relatives or guardian... without you being there, I cannot check the contents and the Potter's vault manager has refused to speak with me."
"What would your best guess be?"
"Your grandparents spoiled your father rotten as a child. And they spared no expense in anything they did. Most families, even purebloods, must keep an eye on overspending. The Potters certainly didn't. I'd imagine in Brittish pounds, the vault would probably contain several million. Though as I said, I can't be sure."
"In other words, my family lived like they were rich, but you don't know how rich they might have been?"
Albus nodded. "That is correct."
"And, out of curiosity, would I be able to claim this vault without attending your school?"
"Yes.. Theoretically."
"What do you mean, theoretically?"
"You mentioned becoming emancipated, did you not? Well, in order to access the full contents of your vault, you would need to be considered a legal adult in our community. However, the Ministry is quite picky when it comes to emancipation. For a child of your age, no matter your maturity, it would be nearly impossible."
"Why?"
"Simply put, you would need a legal residence, proof of legal income, and a certificate from the Ministry declaring you have reached OWL equivalent understanding of magic."
"Ah. So I need to attend your school to get my family's money, unless I want to wait until I'm..."
"Seventeen is the age of majority in magical Europe, except in France, where it is fifteen.
"I see." The frown was back.
"Of course, you don't have to attend Hogwarts, technically. There are other schools on the continent. Beaubaxtons in France and Durmstrang in Bulgaria. Additionally, you could hire tutors. Though the number of people licensed to teach magic is a tragically small one. I myself sometimes struggle to find qualified instructors."
"How much would private instruction cost?"
Albus didn't like where this was going, but he wasn't about to lie or withhold information. "Quite a bit. You would need teachers for Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potions, Herbology, Magical History, and Astronomy. There's also Care of Magical Creasures, Divination, Arithmancy, Runes, Alchemy, the Healing Arts, and Muggle studies. You would need to have a passing grade in at least three of those."
"In other words... I would need ten instructors. Unless I could find some with licenses to teach multiple subjects." He closed his eyes, seeming to do the mental math. "Seven years of material for each teacher, give or take, not including whatever materials might be needed. Costs to ensure privacy. Possibly having to pay even more if I need to compete with other prospective students..."
Albus waited for him to finish. After a few moments Harry let his shoulders drop, clearly unhappy. "Even a conservative estimate would make the cost massive." He looked rather put out. "Okay. You said my parents already paid for my entrance to your school?"
"I did."
"Alright. I'll bite. If you can make, let's say, three concessions... I'll agree to attend your school."
"I am eager to hear them." He really wasn't, but he needed Harry to attend Hogwarts for a multitude of reasons. So he would do his best to ensure his participation.
Harry's posture returned to the stiff back and regal demeanor of earlier. "First of all. You will help me get my name legally changed. I may need to call myself Harry Potter on magical contracts. But otherwise, my current name will be the one I use."
Albus felt it was unwise to argue this point and bowed his head in acceptance. He could deal with the fallout of that decision later. Much later hopefully.
"Second. I want to ensure that I will be able to skip as many years as I can. If I can pass whatever tests are expected for students of that age... I will be allowed to advance."
"I can understand that, given your current achievements."
Harry nodded. "And lastly, I will be allowed to bring my two friends with me."
Albus blinked, looking between the blonde girl and redheaded boy in confusion. "..bring them with you? I can understand if you are close... but they are muggles. Non-magical folk. There would be nothing for them to learn."
"I think you misunderstand. This isn't about missing them. This is practicality. You may not realize it, but I am invested in the non-magical world. I don't intend to be put in a position where I can't monitor said investments. Jason will act in my stead while I attend your school. Additionally, you've made it quite clear I won't be able to move freely within your community. Alice will be my go-between on those matters."
"You could always.."
"Trust someone? No. I'm afraid my trust is one of the scarcest resources known to man. You, unfortunately, cannot hope to afford it. Until I have made some reliable contacts in this 'magical world' I will need someone I can rely upon. Hence... Alice and Jason's involvement."
"How would you have me explain their presence at a magical school?"
Harry looked at him like he was an idiot. "You're the Headmaster. Figure it out. So long as they have the time they needed to help me with my personal business, I don't care. If you're truly stuck for an idea... you did mention a Muggle Studies class. Perhaps having two class assistants would be sufficient explanation for their presence?"
That... was actually a decent idea. And it might help get the horribly out of touch class a much needed update. "I think that's a marvelous solution Harry."
"Lelouch, Headmaster. I'll not remind you again."
"Yes, certainly. My apologies." Albus made a mental note to start using 'Lelouch' instead of 'Harry' when he thought of the boy. "In any case, I am willing accept your stipulations. May I ask when you will be available to pick up your school supplies?"
Harry... er... Lelouch shrugged. "That depends on how long it will take. I have no plans for the Sunday after next. If that is alright with you. I suppose we must go somewhere special to acquire materials for such a 'unique' curriculum."
Dumbledore resisted the urge to swear. There was a conference in Paris on Sunday. One he absolutely could not miss, since he happened to be the Supreme Mugwump. Then again, it wasn't set to start until 4:30pm. So he could most likely show the boy around with time to spare.
"Sunday is acceptable. I assume I'll pick you up here?"
"I would prefer if you told me where to go and I'll meet you there." The boy responded immediately. "My apologies. But everything you've said thus far is still in question. Until I can verify you are who and what you say you are... I'll not be agreeing to go anywhere with you alone. While I am hardly helpless, I am quite aware of my vulnerability."
Albus couldn't help but sigh. Even Tom hadn't been this suspicious. Then again, Tom had been bullied as a child... not abused by his family.
"I... see. Very well. There is a small pub in London called the Leaky Cauldron. It is a front for the entrance to the London's magical quarter." He took out his wand and flicked it towards the notebook on the table. "There is the address and directions. Be advised. There are enchantments which prevent non-magical folk from seeing the pub. If your friends accompany you, then you will have to guide them inside."
"I'll keep that in mind." Lelouch smiled and it he actually managed to remind Albus of James. "Now if you don't mind, I would like to get lunch before the next class. I'll see you in two weeks."
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Albus decided not to push his luck by attempting to eavesdrop on Harry and his companions. While he would have liked to better understand the group dynamic.. and perhaps hear their honest opinions... he knew better than to take the chance. The boy clearly had severe trust issues and Albus didn't want to risk alienating him.
A single slip up could destroy any hope of gaining the boy's loyalty and respect. Besides, he had important things to attend to now that he had Harry's enrollment secured. First and foremost among these tasks was contacting Alastor.
He would've been willing to let Petunia's actions slide if it had been simple neglect. But the outright physical abuse which Harry described was inexcusable.
Petunia and her husband would be punished for their transgressions. There was no doubt about that.
On other matter, getting Harry's name changed would be... problematic. There had been cases in the past where someone... or an entire family... changed their names.
An excellent example of this happening recently was the Voldemar family. For obvious reasons, no one wanted their family name to sound similar to a notorious dark lord.
But for Harry Potter to change his name? If he could contact his legal guardian, it wouldn't have been so difficult. Yet, seeing how Sirius Black was still his guardian in the technical sense...
Well, that wasn't an option.
He'd have to think of another solution, besides simply telling everyone that Harry didn't like using his birth name.
On a related note, he'd have to inform the staff members about Harry's situation. And oh, what a headache that was going to be. Minerva would be on the war path. And given how fond of Lily Flitwick had been, Albus figured he'd be getting a tongue lashing from him as well.
The conversation he dreaded the most was Severus.
He had no idea how the man would react to Harry... er... Lelouch... as he was now.
"I'll also need to speak with Grubbage, to let her know she'll have two new assistants this year. Ah, I can already hear her complaining....."
Shaking his head ruefully, Albus found an empty classroom and aparated away, leaving Oxford university far behind.
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Back in the cafeteria, Lelouch Lamperouge took his time, mulling over the new... mostly unwelcome... situation. Across from him, his two 'friends' watched in silence.
Then his favorite pain in the ass spoke up.
"What the hell was that about?"
Lelouch continued chewing his sandwitch, refusing to answer. To be completely candid, he wasn't sure himself. And in Albus Dumbledore's wake, he was left to go over everything he knew about himself. Or, to be more specific... Harry.
Harry Potter had been six when Lelouch was unceremoniously dropped into his body. The shy malnourished child had been... broken.
That was the best word for it.
Raised from an early age to believe he was worthless. Demeaned, beaten, practically a slave to his aunt and uncle. He wasn't even allowed the right to sleep in a decent bed. Instead, being forced to rest in a spider infested broom closet under the stairs.
It was, all things considered, one of the most abhorrent cases of child abuse Lelouch had ever seen. The only way Lelouch could have imagined it being worse was if the abuse had been sexual.
Thankfully it never went that far, but still. It was a horrific situation, all things considered. And to be trapped in the body of said child gave him a very intimate understanding of it.
Every belt lashed over his shoulders. Every day sent out of weed Petunia's roses. Every time he had been called a 'freak', a 'useless brat', or 'thing'.
Lelouch had been terribly tempted to sneak out of his cupboard one night, turn the stove on, and let the house burn down around those awful people.
But... he had resisted that urge. As an orphan, his life might improve by leaps and bounds. But at cost of being at the mercy of the system?
No. He'd swallowed his pride and the righteous anger he felt... and started planning his escape.
It wasn't difficult to dig into Vernon's past. The man was hardly the 'normal upstanding citizen' he painted himself as. He was morally corrupt cruel miserly bastard. And finding blackmail on the man was literally child's play.
Inside two months, he had the fat oaf doing everything he wanted. All that remained was getting Petunia to understand the new balance of power. Then he was free.
As it turned out, he'd been right about his aunt. Petunia was a weak willed woman. And once it was clear to her that he had Vernon under his heel, she crumpled like a house of cards. A softly spoken threat about ruining her hard earned reputation with the neighbors went a long way to ensuring her complete cooperation.
She always was preoccupied with what others thought of her.
Still, he didn't really know what he wanted at that point. Freedom? Obviously. But freedom for a boy who had just turned seven? What would that even look like?
In the end... and after much careful though, he'd struck a deal with Vernon. He would get enough money to live on his own for three years, essentially rent and basic living expenses. And anytime he needed a signature from his legal guardian, Venon would sign without asking questions.
In return, Lelouch never called for anything else. And he promised never to step foot at #4 Privet drive again. As well as promising to never reveal to Petunia any of Venon's dirty secrets.
Even with this limited freedom, things were hard at first. But he was old enough that he could get around and acquire basic necessities. So it was infinitely better than what he'd left behind.
Even if he had to constantly explain away the lack of adult supervision, which became quite tedious after a month.
That was when he realized he wasn't alone in this strange new world.
It would never not be amusing to think that, of all the minds to follow him, one of them was Milly Ashford. It seemed, even with the death of a god and the displacement of every soul in their reality... she was still determined to be a thorn in his side.
Lelouch thought it was even funnier that Milly had landed in a boy's body.
Given his and Milly's circumstances, it seemed clear that karma did actually exist. And she was, in fact, a bitch.
His second companion was even more bizarre. Though not unwelcome. Still, the idea that both of the minds which followed him were people he knew.... as well as being a part of his social circle... was absurd. And it left him wondering if there might be quite a few people from his world stuck in this one.
In any case, the only explanation that made any sense at all was that the Collective Unconscious had sent them along.
The god of their world had claimed, in its final moments, to have seen a future where he became emperor. It had even gone so far as to suggest it was looking forward to it.
Perhaps his current companions were a parting gift?
Honestly, he hoped that was the case. Because he really didn't want someone like Schneizel or...heavens forbid... Suzaku, following him into this world.
"Lulu? Are you going to just sit there and stare at my wonderful round blessedly perky and totally womanly tits... or are you going to answer the question?"
Lelouch blinked, refocusing on the younger of his two friends. Claire Rockwell was a tall blonde who wouldn't have looked out of place on a Viking longship. But the mind within that body was just the same as he remembered.
Tiny, petite, and Japanese... or tall, busty, and Scandinavian.... Kaguya Sumeragi never changed.
She was still just as mischievous and clever as always. If anything, she was an even more shameless flirt in this life. And she simply couldn't shut up about her boobs.
Though, he understood why. Kaguya had been somewhat self-conscious about her lack of....assets. What with being short and extremely petite in her former life.
So she was quite pleased to have a body that didn't look four years younger than her actual age. He faced a similar problem, just in reverse.
Harry Potter was much shorter at ten than he had been. And he seriously doubted he'd ever reach his old peak height of 6'2. With seven years of malnutrition under his belt, he'd be lucky to see 5'10.
"I'm afraid I was lost in thought. Care to repeat that?"
She huffed. "I asked if you are really planning on going to this... school, that man mentioned. It seems all kinds of suspicious and I couldn't get a good read on him. Which means he's either an experience poker player... or he's a career politician. My money is on the later."
"Mine as well." Milly added.
Lelouch agreed with their assessment. Albus Dumbledore certainly reminded him of Schneizel. If his brother had been about sixty years older with a beard down to his knees.
"I'm still on the fence about attending. If I were to take his words at face value, my parents were clearly important people and I'm famous to boot. Though I don't believe for a second that he doesn't have ulterior motives. Everyone has ulterior motives."
Kaguya fluttered her long lashes at him. "Oh? And what are my ulterior motives Lulu?"
"Pedophilia."
The girl recoiled. "Oh! You wound me! I would never consider forcing myself on anyone! I'm more than happy to wait a few years..."
"Please don't lick your lips when you say that." Lelouch sighed. If his body was even three years older, he might have found the rather erotic display stimulating. As it was, his body hadn't come close to puberty yet.
So while the mind was tempted, the body was completely disinterested.
He turned back to Milly. "Ignoring Kaguya's degeneracy for the moment, we need to prepare. It's Thursday. Final exams begin on Monday and will last most of the week. So we'll have two days to prepare for our 'trip'. When you get a free moment, purchase the best recording device you can find that can be carried discretely."
"Sure thing Lulu. What else?"
Lelouch had to think about it for a moment. "Until I can learn how to use my abilities for self defense, we'll need something to protect ourselves. And since this 'magic' clearly requires concentration and willpower..."
"Pepper spray perhaps?" Kaguya suggested. "I don't know many people who can focus when their eyes are on fire."
"That might be just the ticket." Lelouch smiled wickedly. "Also. Think you can borrow one of your father's firearms. They are dreadfully primitive compared to what we're used to. But it might just save our lives."
"I can manage that."
"Good." Lelouch focused inward for a moment, cataloging everything that he had planned for the next two weeks. "Exams will be simple enough, for me at least. I imagine your two will pass, even if you don't get perfect grades."
Milly groaned. "Thanks for the vote of confidence Lulu."
"You're quite welcome. In any case, the most immediate concern once exams are over will be investigating the magical world. If that turns out to be impossible, we will simply have to ensure to acquire a few texts on history... both recent and ancient."
"Definitely." Kaguya twirled a lock of golden hair between her fingers, thinking about how else to prepare. "You should also take some time to get a read on our mysterious benefactor from an unbiased source. Or at least from someone who isn't on his side."
Milly snorted. "You mean, once we figure out what the sides are."
"Naturally."
Lelouch glanced between them again, thankful he had them by his side. While he would have honestly preferred to be sitting across from Kallen and Nunnally, they wouldn't have been as helpful. Lack of magical abilities aside, both girls were extremely intelligent, crafty, and ruthless. All traits he valued.
"Well, there's nothing more to be done save idle speculation for a few days." Lelouch lamented. "Until the exams are complete, let us focus on our studies."
"Ah, yes. Nothing less than perfection, eh Lulu?"
"You need to ask Prez?"
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