Harry took awhile to calm after the reading. Not that anyone could blame them. Sadly, Davion had to get all the facts out in the open or he would of put off this meeting. The goblins were surprisingly supportive. Say what you will about them, atleast they respect children, or atleast the concept of children. Whether thats resources or something actually familial has yet to be seen.

"Who took the role of his magical guardian? I expect you can see something wrong from all this." Davion cut through the atmosphere. Griphook startled from the question, but after a look of contemplation, he started looking through paperwork.

"We did suspect something when Mr Potter wasn't responding to our letters, but there were assurances made. Now, the wards and block bring those assurances into question. Albus Dumbledore took the role and had enough trust from the bank for the Will to not be consulted. I deeply apologize for this decision." Griphook said. The scary thing about Dumbledore isn't his magical power, although that's considerable, it's his ability to manipulate. Davion had to question how foolish Wizards were despite that fact.

"Well, Harry, it looks like you have a couple options now. I'm sure the goblins are eager to rectify the mistake." Davion said, sending a pointed look. The goblins subduely nodded, not keen on objecting. Harry stared at the clenched fist in his lap, anger welling up. The years of pain and neglect, each memory replayed in his mind, but ultimately it came back to the image of his parents. Despite his anger, a smile formed. The naivety and ignorance had to stop, he decided.

"My Godfather… Where is he?" Harry asked. He tried to delay the anger, hoping there was circumstances involved. There was too much he wasn't aware of, so despite his feelings to rampage, he put a lid on it. Of course, Harry looked to Davion first, his trust in him the highest. Davion took a thinker pose.

"I believe Sirius Black is in Azkaban, or Wizard prison but worse. He was sent there with the belief he was the one that betrayed your parents, along with killing a dozen muggles. With the new information, I'd say that wasn't true, especially considering he didn't receive a trial. He was just sent there without proof. Also, big surprise, the people that could do that at the time would be Dumbledore or Crouch Sr. I'd put money on it being both of them, though." Davion said before noticing Harry's continence. "Harry, look at me." Harry hesistated before doing so.

"Get everything sorted out for yourself before doing anything to them and…" Davion looked towards the goblins and put an extra powered silencing charm up. "…I don't believe you would do this, but just in case, I'm going to say this. If you enact revenge, whether in anger or planned, and you get caught, I'm going to be disappointed. I won't say anything sappy like don't do it, along with any number of cliches why, but you're worth more being alive and well then them suffering. If them existing hurts, consult someone and when a time comes you can make them hurt. Review it, then review again. Hell, string along a bunch of petty revenges, but make sure you're not at risk, first and foremost."

Harry thought it over, the concepts being somewhat foreign. He could understand the general idea though, so nodded.

"I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm talking down to you, but that's not my intention. You control your actions, but they also affect a wide range of people around you. If you get hurt or killed, I know dramatic but possible, it will also hurt me. It's the risk of connecting with others that I even fail to understand fully. God… Still being preachy. I'll stop there, but the main point stands. I care." Davion ended his impromto speech. Harry was left to mule over it, not entirely sure how to take it. He held the tears, tired of crying. He had to make decisions. It was a daunting task that he was tempted to use his age to excuse, but he knows. He hasn't truly been a child for a long while now. He may not show it, but he understands things around him more often then not. His innocence shattered by the very people meant to preserve it. He gave a shaky nod, then stood.

"Griphook, if you could get me a copy of the Will please." Harry said, then turned to Davion. "Will the Will be enough or do we need more to get him out?"

"Amilia Bones will be our ticket. She's the head of the Magical Law Enforcement, so will have the connections and power to force a trial. Just in case though, we need to hash out some backup plans." Davion said, allowing himself to play support for this. Not usually his style, but he recognizes the importance of Harry doing it himself. It's always hard having to force children to grow too soon, but, in this case, necessary. Harry nodded, then turned towards Griphook.

"If you could send the will to Amelia Bones please, also with a letter I'm going to write now. Paper, please." Harry asked. He's going to need a lot of help, but he's confident with that help, he can fix things. Whether that's just for him or others, he would contemplate when his godfather was free. It was just the first step, he knew.

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Davion wasn't much of a planner, not anymore atleast. He's had lives of being embroiled in politics and deception and was quite good at it, but it all looped back around to how he is now. He goes for simple and direct, usually it works better. It helps that he has power and doesn't fear death. He also understands others can't use his methods, so he allowed Harry to do the planning, offering himself up as a particularly powerful piece. Well, a board flipper really, but Harry wasn't privy to that information.

So they walked the streets of Hogsmeade planning with yet another silencing charm. Just to be careful. Harry had some interesting ideas, but Davion had to correct quite a bit of misconceptions. Once Harry had more experience, he would be a talented tactician. Davion could see the flexible mind there, for sure. He also didn't put much stock in them though, plans tend to break down too often for his liking. It's the reason Dumbledore is going to fail. One anomaly and all his plans go down the drain. That tends to happen when you make your machinations too complex and big in scale. It fails originally anyway, even without Davion there. If what Davion believed to be the objective was true, it did anyways.

They spent around another hour collecting supplies, with Harry fidgeting the whole time. He seemed to believe Bones would respond today, and she might, just not hours after it being sent. Harry planning allowed him to review all the information he received and really put things into perspective. He could see the who now, but the why escaped him. It didn't seem like Davion knew and if he did, he wasn't telling. Davion could see the stress and when they were making their way into the tunnel to Hogwarts, he decided to talk.

"Alright, Harry. Sit." Davion said, conjuring chairs. Harry's mind was so preoccupied, he missed that detail, but still sat.

"I just don't understand why anyone would do this, Davion. Is he just evil? That can't be it, right?" Harry asked.

"You're right. Everyone has a reason, whether they're agreeable with others often doesn't matter. We're bags of flesh with scary things called emotions and we live by them. If there's anything I've learned, it's that humans are almost never entirely evil. Not unless they're broken. Dumbledore, for example. I don't believe he's evil per se. I just think he has an objective dictated by a set of ideals. They're shackling him, influencing his actions. Actions in another setting would disgust him."

"How do you know all this?" Harry asked. Davion always seemed to have all the answers and, from how he spoke, way too old. Davion smiled, looking directly into Harry's eyes.

"I'm a jaded individual, Harry. My world views could be entirely correct, as much as they could be wrong. It's all experience. Experience that makes me a wary person and wary people notice details others miss. It happens vice versa also, but I'm geared to combat other people in a way." Davion moved his eyes, letting his tone turn somber.

"I'm not saying this to depress you, just let you know who I am. I'm lost in normal life, Harry. Or should I say I lost it. Either way, I'm a good ally to have, so stop worrying so much." Davion said patting Harry's shoulder. Harry took a deep breathe, putting his trust in his only friend.

"Also, I have too much power over you. Make some more friends. Get some more views that aren't tainted like mine. You're a good person and I don't want you to become like me." Davion said as a last comment before standing and moving down the tunnel. Harry didn't make to follow and Davion noticed. He turned the corner and leaned on the wall, waiting.

Harry sat still doing what he felt like he's been doing too much of, thinking. The biggest question was why he trusted Davion so much. His limited interactions with other people wasn't helping come to an answer. Hell, his only experience is outside observation and it's been a big help, just not in this moment. He wished he could go over one thing at a time, but something always seems to come out of nowhere. His thoughts loops around. Why did he trust Davion? There's the obvious - Helping him and making him aware of the situation. Being around the same age. He seems to be honest.

He froze at that point. He was obviously hiding stuff but he couldn't blame him for not spilling his entire life story, although he briefly summarized it. The point still stands that he's been largely honest and no one is ever honest with Harry. Harry could work with that reason, and he also admitted to not wanting to let go of his first friend. That's when he realized how Davion had too much power over him. He would do anything for Davion. As scary as that thought was, it didn't change. Letting the thoughts settle, he took a deep breath and made to follow Davion.

The conversation was light after that, and they soon found themselves back in Hogwarts itself. When they made it back to their room, Davion had Harry start on the Occlumency book they purchased. It took a little convincing to explain the clones but things settled into the quietness of studying with occasional questions.

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Xtra: History of Unknown (Currenting Davion)

I forgot my name quite a long time ago and it's a loss I truly regret. The funny thing about this power, despite how many people may wish for it, I would never wish it on anyone. In some cases it doesn't feel like anything is different. I've truly been reborn so many times, not just from the power, but in personalities and morals. I've done things I would find disgusting now and it will happen again. It's a consequence of existing for so long. The only thing that truly follows my existence is the memories, I've learned. A life of a peaceful nature can lead directly to a life of conquest. It's a relatively rare event, as I don't change from a single life to the next unless something special happens. It's not hard to picture what that event would be though. Humans… I've tried escaping from them, just living in seclusion. Even going as far to not be a humanoid species. After a time, though, you realize you can't escape them. They're the driving force to confirming your existence. Whether thats negatively or positively will always be for debate, but the fact that they do, all but ensures you stick around. Well, that I stick around, but I don't have suicide as an option to escape.

My perception is constantly changing, whether it takes a single lifetime or multiple, I've never been only one person, one being. I don't even remember the person I started out as, confirmed by not remembering the name, but I continue forward. It's the only way I can go.

-Musings of the Unknown