The Hidden Empire

Chapter 5: Fudge and Potter

Ever since entering the wizarding world, I have been planning on controlling it and I now I know exactly how, the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge is a very cowardly man, but would make the perfect puppet, for this Puppet Master

And if anything went wrong with my reign, Cornelius Fudge would gladly take the blame for it.

And today is the day I truly become the Puppet Master

However there is one obstacle to my plans: Albus Dumbledore

He is the only one powerful enough to pose a threat to me (at least politically) so I will have to find a way get him out of the way

So here I am, at the Ministry of Magic about to become the Puppet Master of Cornelius Fudge. Let us begin, shall we.

As soon as I opened the door to the minister's office, I see Fudge about to ask me who I am so I have to be fast

I raise my hand shooting out arcs of violet force lightning, to torture thr minister to insanity and beyond, to make him more subseptimal to mind control

It took just a few moments to reprogram the minister's mind, but when I was finished, gone was the incompetent and foolish minister, forever replaced by a puppet, an acolyte, loyal only to me. Although quite hypocritical of me to do something to somebody which the Jedi did to me, but I do not care

"Cornelius Fudge. I am Darth Revan the Crusader, Emperor of the Sith, and I am your master and you will now and forever more refer to me as Lord Revan, do you hear my call?"

"Yes Lord Revan." answered the minister.

Harry smiled grimly. "Good, you shall forever act as you did previously, until I give orders otherwise, do you understand me"

"My work here is finished, may chaos reign supreme"

Darth Sidious was not happy. I can feel the disturbances in the force, but  could not find their source. And it frustrated me. The Jedi were not the cause, and neither was I nor my apprentice. Even now, the disturbances were disrupting my Force Clouding. I will have to find the origin of the disturbances and eliminate it, otherwise the Order of the Banite Lords would be exposed to the Jedi.

Less that a day after I became the Puppet Master, I went back to hunting Rakatan artifacts, however I was severely disappointed

Unlike all other Colonies of the Rakatan Infinite Empire, Terra has none, not even a single artifact of the ancient Empire of Rakata, no evidence of Rakatan presence whatsoever except for it's mentioning in the Rakatan Database as The Lost Colony of Tellus

I was so caught up in my mind that I failed to see someone until I crashed into them, and it just had to be the one person I despise more than anyone else in the world

James Potter

James Potter was rather shocked at the moment. Heading to Diagon Alley to buy new robes, before leaving to Hogwarts, he certainly did not expect to find a younger carbon copy of himself.

"H-Harrison?"

Harry sighed, knowing that there was no escape from this meeting.

"Hello father." He with venom in my voice that Potter semmes oblivious to

"W-What are y-you doing here?" asked James in a near whisper

"Buying stuff, why else would I be here?" questioned Harrison, showing faint amusement in his voice.

"W-Well... I-I... Aren't you a squib?" whispered James.

"Do you think that if I was one that would be here?" replied Harrison "And who told you that I was one?"

"You had no magical core, Dumbledore himself tried to see if you had one!" said James

"I assume that you did not even think of bringing me to St. Mungos?"

"Well no..."

"And since when is the words of a headmaster who, despite what many say, is not the most powerful wizard of history, is more qualified than the opinion of a qualified medi-wizard?"

"...."

James could not answer. Right now, he wondered why he had simply accepted what Dumbledore had told him back then.

"The reasons themselves are unknown to me, but it is my belief that I had been suffering magical exhaustion."

"What?" asked James.

"Magical exhaustion." repeated Harrison.

"How did you even get magical exhaustion?"

"No idea." Harrison lied "I remember that during that day I was feeling rather tired for no reason. And if memory serves correctly that I had overslept. Do you know of anything that could drain a magical core?"

"Perhaps... wait a minute, how do you even remember that?" asked James in confusion.

"I have eidetic memory." answered Harrison. "Anyway, now that you have stumbled upon me what will you do Heir Potter?"

James was taken aback by how his son addressed him. He had no idea of what to do in the moment, until a thought unrelated to his conversation emerged...

"Harrison, have you heard of someone called Lord Peverell?"

"Yes I have." answered Harrison.

"Do you know who he is?"

"Yes, you could say we are close friends." he said.

"Truly closer than ever" I added in

"Anyone I might know..." James muttered

"Possibly"

"Oh."

"So, now that you have found me, Heir Potter, what will you do?"

Once again, James thought about the current situation. He wanted to know where his son had been all those years for he was certain that he had not spent them with the Dursleys. He also had to inform his wife and the headmaster.

"Do you think that you can accompany me to Hogwarts when you have the time?

"Why?"

"I want to know where you have been, where you have lived, since I don't believe that you have been living with your aunt...."

"You are smarter that you look..." Harry muttered quietly enough for James not to hear

"...and I believe that Professor Dumbledore will want to speak with you."

"...defininty not"

"So, Will you?"

Harrison wondered whether he should go to meet with Dumbledore. He knew that the man was the wizard equivalent of a Jedi Master, and that already tells me enough about the man, but perhaps if I can guess close to him, I could perhaps find out what his goals are

"Very well, I shall go to Hogwarts." answered Harry "Will tomorrow be appropriate ?"

"Of course. It should give me enough time to inform the headmaster and the rest of the family."

"Until we meet again, Heir Potter."

Harry then left James presence, leaving the wizard contemplating what happened to him.

"Until tomorrow...son."