Ultimate Betrayal
Chapter Four
AN: I don't own the Airline. And to be honest I don't think it exsists. If it does let me know.
~parseltongue~
“…” talking
italics thinking
Chapter Four: Harry’s Time In Azkaban & Escape: Part One
It had been just over a year since Harry had been in Azkaban. The first three months had been extremely trying on his body as well as mind. The guards had been worse than the Dementors.
They had decided that just being there wasn’t enough, and began beating him daily. He fought the best he could. Until his strength waned from lack of food and the constant cold of the prision.
The Dementors after the first two months had left him alone. Reason was unknown to the guards that Occulamency did more than shield him from Voldemort’s visions. That was after he remembered it of course. Unless the dark moron was in a mood where his emotions were strong. Then he was pulled along for the ride.
He had made a vow that when he had the right opportunity, he’d make them pay. All of them right along with the rest that had betrayed him. The Weasley’s, Granger, Dumbledore and both Black and Lupin. The last two hurt him the most by what they had said and done. Especially Black, he should have at least had doubts. Since he, himself had been falsely accused. But he didn’t and that to Harry was the hardest to shallow.
Thinking back to the last few times he’d been pulled into Voldemorts mind. He was in a small way glad to learn about the new allies in the Demons. As well as when they were to arrive in Britain. What had confused Harry was the thoughts Voldemort was having about a King. Not just any King, but one of Magic. Harry hadn’t heard or read anything about Magic having a King. But if it scared of Snake-face. Then it must be true. Right? It didn’t matter really. He was just glad that something could scare the bastard.
After the first six months, Harry had begun to plan his escape. He figured he’d stayed until after his 17 birthday, then high tail it out. Knowing that when he became of age, he’d gain a magical boost. One that he had hoped to help him keep his Animagus transformation longer. What he didn’t count one was meeting his ancestors or the receipt of their knowledge.
It was almost time, he thought as he looked at the marks he had carved into the wall with a piece of stone. A stone he had found at the beginning of his inprisionment that marked his time in what he considered hell on Earth.
Not three days after his magical rebirth as he had come to call it. That Minister Fudge had come and announced to him that on August 31st he’d be giving the Kiss. The jack ass had laughed as he told him, that the magical people of Britain had demanded it. And that he the Minister and the Wigenmont had voted and agreed on when he’d receive the Kiss. One less dark wizard to deal with he had said.
“What fools,” Harry whispered into his cell as he recalled that meeting, before flicking his wrist to freeze the rat. That had ran across his cell. That rat would be his salvation.
Taking a deep breath, Harry began transfiguring the frozen rat into the form of himself. It would receive the Kiss meant for him, three days from now. Once he was finished, he glanced around his cell on last time. Before turning into his animagus form of a beautiful black and silver ice phoenix.
Flying up to the window, he slide through the bars. Spreading his wings, before flying away from Azkaban. He had one destination in mind, Gringotts.
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The Goblin, Griphook had just finished with a meeting the Head of the Wigenmont, Albus Dumbledore. A meeting that had him snarling at everyone. The Ministry and Wigenmont had tried to gain control of the Potter vaults. Stating that since Harry Potter was a murder and sentenced to the Kiss in just three days, that they had the rights to them.
Griphook had explain to the wizard that the trust vault he could control. But the others was well out of his reach. For only blood of a Potter could enter the Heritage Vaults. And since Mr. Potter had made a will orb that wizard would have to wait. There was no will, but Albus Dumbledore didn’t know that.
Upon entering his office, he stood frozen in place. For on top of his desk sat a black and silver phoenix. When the phoenix began singing softly, he closed the door and began walking slowly toward the bird. Before he reached his desk, the phoenix in a flash of blue disappeared. Leaving in it place the one wizard he had come to respect.
“Hello Griphook, its been a long time.” came the hoarse voice of Harry Potter.
Griphook remained silent as he took in the appearance of the young wizard. He still had an effeminate stature, but it was more pronounced. The young one’s eyes looked cold now. Griphook could feel the helix of his magic . He recalled the last time he’d seen Mr. Potter that his aura was silver. But now it was still silver, the only change was the bright gold that had surrounded it.
“Yes, it has Mr. Potter.” Griphook finally replied as he moved to sit behind his desk. “What can I help you with today?”
Harry sighed as he relaxed into a chair. “I need to leave Britain. And to do that I need access to my vaults, my friend.”
Griphook understood the young wizard problem. So with that he moved to the right of the room. Removing a bowl of liquid, before placing it upon his desk closest to Harry. “This Mr. Potter is to check your inheritance. And see what I can do to help you.” After he seen the acknowledgement from the young one, he explained further. “You need to place five drops of your blood into this. Afterward I’ll pour in onto this magical parchment.”
“I’ll need something to draw the blood.” Harry stated, just as a dagger appeared before him. He pricked his finger and added the drops requested, before his finger healed itself.
Griphook took the liquid and poured it on the parchment before him. When he saw the words fill the page. He couldn’t help but smirk. Mr. Potter was full of surprises today. Oh he knew the boy was innocent and vowed to himself that if he ever escaped Azkaban. He would help him.
Harry watched as the smirk appeared on Griphook’s and knew that he’d seen who his ancestor’s were. Harry just hoped there was enough between them to get him safely out of Britain. When Griphook handed him the parchment, his eyes widened as a smirk graced his lips.
Harold James Evans Potter-Gryffindor-Slytherin
Status: Pureblood
Lord Potter
Lord Evans
Lord Gryffindor
Lord Slytherin
Assets:
Lord of House Potter:
Monetary Wizarding Holdings: 8,275,190,000 galleons: 3,099 knuts: 400 sickles
Monetary Muggle Holdings: 4.5 million, Bank of Britain
Property: Potter Mansion(Blood Wards active): Godric’s Hollow(under Fidealus): Marauder Cottage, Ireland
Business: Glad Rags (Hogsmade): 25% Daily Prophet (Diagon Alley): 35% Zonko’s:
All investments in the Muggle World are still being tended to by the Goblins of Gringotts, London Branch.
Lord of House Evans:
Monetary Wizarding Holdings: 15,087,201,78 galleons: 0 knuts: 0 sickles
Monetary Muggle Holdings: 5 million, Bank of Britain: 8 billion, Bank of America: 12 billion, Bank of California
Property: Evans Castle, San Francisco California(Blood Wards): Regal Hotel- Penthouse suite, San Francisco California. Evans Manor, France(Blood Wards)
Business’s: Regal Hotel’s (Wizard/Muggle division, US): Westoria Hotel’s (Wizard division, US): Lay Alley Books (Wizard division, US): Wizarding Times (California, US)
All Muggle Investments are being dealt with by the Goblins, California Branch
Lord of Gryffindor:
Monetary Wizard Holdings: 152,001,170 galleons
Property: 50% Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardery
Lord of Slytherin:
Monetary Wizard Holdings: 300,001,298 galleons
Property: 50% Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardery
When Harry was finished, he knew now that he had the means to leave. But first things first. “Griphook, How in the name of Magic do I own Hogwarts?”
“Mr. Potter the reason for your sole ownership is because, the Founders made it to where if there was only one descendant remaining they would retain full ownership. As such you are the only one. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw lines have been dead for a good century."
“Ok, so what’s next?” Harry stated with determination. The faster he left Britain the better he’d feel.
“Next, I’ll need you to place these rings on your right ring finger. Don’t worry Mr. Potter as soon as they are there. The rings will merge into one.” Griphook explained as he handed the four rings to the young wizard.
Harry started with the Potter ring, it was gold with a P in the center of a red stone. Next was the Evans ring, it was platinum with a E in the center of a blue diamond. Then came the Gryffindor ring. It was silver with G that laid inbetween two rubies. The Slytherin ring was silver as well. The only difference was the S was resting between two black snakes.
“Now Lord Potter, we need to discuss how were are getting you out of Britain. But before we do that. I must know Lord Potter, how did you manage to escape Azkaban? With out being noticed.”
Harry laughed. When he was back under control. He began telling him about what had happened during his stay in prison. When he had gotten to where the rat had been transfigured. He could here Griphook chuckling softly.
“Finally, I just flew away, nice as I pleased.” Harry finished his tale with a cold smile.
Griphook couldn’t help but chuckle. He always knew wizards were foolish. But Lord Potter had always surprised him. He held no hatred for other races.
“That proves one point of foolishness from those running the Magical World.”
“I totally agree, Griphook. So how are you getting me out of Britain?” Harry smirked.
“First I need you to make a will orb. But not just any orb, one that I have stated was made before your inprisonment. Next a name change wouldn’t go amiss. I’ll make sure that all your properties and money will be transferred to the new one.” Griphook stated with amusement. He loved messing with wizards.
“OK! You tell me how to do it and I will. And about my name, how will I be able to get into my money if I have another?"
“Lord Potter, I plan to have your new name changed with your blood. With that nobody will know of you as Harry Potter. For the world will think he is dead soon, and you will be free. You do have a way to change your features do you not?” Griphook asked. I should have mention that at the beginning. he thought as he waited an answer.
Harry nodded ‘yes’ he did know. For when he had his magical rebirth. Gryffindor and Slytherin taught him how to use all his gifts. So with that, he changed his hair to grow to his waist, it was still black. But now had two red streaks. His eyes he changed from emerald green to a mercury silvery blue. Moved his scar down to his right shoulder blade.
“Very good, Lord Potter. Now change back so we can get started.” Griphook stated and grinned when Harry groaned at having to change again.
Over the next several hours they worked on the will orb. After that was over they moved on to moving all Harry’s money and properties that wasn’t inside the will to his new name and identity.
Unless Harry wanted to tell anyone of his old self. Which Griphook figured that in time he would. But for now Harry Potter would be known as Lord Aiden Kai Salazar Kage.
“Here are all your paper’s Lord Kage. And your plane leaves Britain within two hours. So that leaves you one hour to get a new wardrobe and arrive at Heathrow in time. “ Griphook announced with a grin.
“Thank you, Griphook for all you’ve done. I’ll be in touch.” bowed the new Lord Kage, before leaving the office . Heading for Diagon Alley and then to freedom.
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(AN: Harry will from this point on go by Aiden Kage.)
Aiden moved quickly through Diagon. While he trusted Griphook, he was still uneasy. After getting a new trunk and wardrobe. He exited the Leaky Caldron heading to the Muggle World. He needed a backpack, so he could carry all his belongings onto the plane with him.
Finally after finishing his shopping. Aiden had made it to Heathrow, with ten minutes to spare. Taking a seat near where he was going to board. He looked around at the busy terminal.
ALL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT 279 TO SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO GATE 12, HAVE YOUR PASSPORT AND TICKETS IN HAND. ENJOY YOUR FLIGHT!
Aiden smiled as he made his way to the gate. He was leaving at hopefully never to return. Well not until he was ready to exact punishment to those who betrayed him anyway.
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Before the plane descended, one of the stewardess ‘s voice came over the intercom. “Please be seated and refasten your seat belts. We will be arriving in San Francisco Airport shortly. I hope you had a great flight on Freedom Airlines. And enjoy you’re stay here in the United States.”
Aiden couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Griphook and his weird sense of humor. Freedom Airlines indead, he thought as he felt the pull of the plane descending to the ground.
Once Aiden had exited the Airport after going through customs. He took a deep breath. Griphook had told him that the American Wizard Customs was different and more relaxed. He couldn’t help agree, the ones that he encountered were very nice. But there was something that bothered him about the look in their eyes. He just couldn’t place it. Shrugging off the feeling, he made his way to Evans Castle. Little did he know was, at the moment he had stepped off the plane. Someone besides the Ministry knew. And it wouldn’t be long before he was summoned to them.
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Secretary Jengens was in a meeting with King Wyatt. They had been discusing the contract the two British Wizards had entered in when one of the Ministry officials , that monitored the Airport’s log for the Magical Community arrived with a grave look.
“Madam Secretary, your Grace we may have a problem.” was as far as the official had gotten. Before two of the Avalon guards flashed in with looks of anger.
“My King, we have just be notified that a British Wizard has just stepped off at San Francisco Airport. And is headed for the Magical area of California.”
Secretary Jengens gasped, then looked at the official. Only to get a nod that was the reason for his arrival. Wyatt remained silent. He didn’t even hear the Secretary, instead he seemed to be in a trance as his eyes had glazed over white.
Wyatt blinked finally as his eye’s went back to the normal blue. “Aaron, you and Joshua keep a visual on this wizard. Don’t make yourselves known as of now.”
After his guards left, he turned to the Secretary. “Who is the name of this wizard?”
The official handed the paper to Wyatt quickly. He as well as the Secretary of Magic remained quite as they watched the King of Magic.
Wyatt read the name on the list. Aiden Kai Salazar Kage. He couldn’t recall where he had heard of that name. He did remember an official letter from the Head of Gringotts. Maybe that held the answer. Sadly it still laid unopened on his desk. Handing the paper to Jengens before he spoke.
“I’ve heard that name somewhere. But as of now I can’t recall where. "
“Kage is an old pureblood name in the Wizarding World, King Wyatt. But what bothers me, is that name hasn’t been heard of in decades.” Secretary Jengens stated as she laid the paper on her desk.
“Just fantastic!” snarled Wyatt, before disappearing in a flash of light and thunder.
“Well Madam Secretary, what do you want us to do?” the official asked as he sat in the chair the King had just vacated.
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.” Jengens sighed. They already had a mess to clean up from the other British wizards. She just hoped that this one wasn’t going to cause another problem.
(AN: Another update. And I’m sorry but I had to make it into two parts. Next part ‘Harry’ gets the Kiss. The will orb is read. And Wyatt meets Kage {Harry/Aiden}. Hope you enjoy.)