Chapter 94 - My CO Stash #94 - The Demon Who Lived by Forthwith16 (CodeGeassXHarry Potter) (1/2)

-Another crossover; Lelouch reborn as Harry Potter! There's really not a lot of CG crossovers, I mean it is hard to write Lelouch as his main thing is intelligence, but this one seems to be doing well~

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Sypnosis: Reborn as Harry Potter, Lelouch now has an entire magical world to sort out that, to his surprise, actually seems worse than Britannia. Known terrorists freely walk the streets. Corruption is rampant. A fool sits as the head of government. Oh yes, and every single eleven-year-old is given a wand that can replicate the effect of every geass he's ever encountered, including his own

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Chapter 1

Slowly, as the days and weeks and months crawled by, it became easier to think. It felt less and less like he slept the entire day away, but for someone so used to burning the midnight oil, this existence had proven beyond infuriating. His motor skills were shot but recovering. He could barely remember things. The less said of his emotional control, the better. But on the upside, he could finally string a few words together without screaming in frustration. Words had always been chief amongst his powers, and he wanted them back.

It came as a strange relief that his brain had finally developed enough for him to contemplate how much he hated being a toddler. If this was his punishment for all of the bad things he'd done in the name of a better future…well, it could be worse. He would drive himself mad at this rate, true, but someday – he hoped – he would grow out of it.

As some consolation, however, he had doting parents who weren't monsters. He appreciated that, he admitted, even if their circ_u_mstances were less than desirable. From what he'd overheard, the Potters were in hiding from a terrorist with a silly pseudonym. When he'd first put it together, the irony had sent him into a laughing fit.

But the real surprise was magic. Wherever he'd ended up, magic was real. He was a wizard. With his geass gone, his only power at the moment seemed to be destruction fuelled by embarrassing emotional tantrums, but still. Perhaps he would be a healer in this life. He hoped he didn't have to sort whatever war raged in this world out himself.

Regardless, those were problems for later. Right now, Lelouch only needed to figure out how to convince his new father he had absolutely no interest in riding brooms.

From downstairs came the cry of James Potter. ”Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off–”

Peter Pettigrew! Lelouch growled in his own mind. He committed the traitor's name to memory, determined not to lose it to the peculiarities of being an a_d_u_l_t shoved into an infant's body. If I live through this night, I swear I will destroy you.

Despite his body's general inability to cooperate, Lelouch managed to scale his crib and escape. Lily Potter rushed into the room but moments later. Her wand flew into motion, barricading the door behind her with all manner of sorcery. Soon enough, she turned her attention to the son she'd come to rescue. The shock showed on her face when she found him standing a little unsteadily right beside her. Nonetheless, she scooped him up and quickly made for the nearest window.

And there she paused. Much to Lelouch's confusion and worry, she backtracked and placed him back into his crib. As her wand once more went to work, she whispered gentle reassurances that so contrasted with the resolved, resigned expression on her face.

The door to the nursery and much of the surrounding wall flew across the room in a thunderous crack and a mighty boom. Lily fingered her wand lightly as she turned to face the terrorist responsible for the destruction. He strode into the room completely at ease. The man's features were burned and distorted into a grim mockery of a human being.

”A disp_l_e_a_s_u_r_e, as always,” Lily said.

The terrorist snorted in amus_e_m_e_nt. ”Stand aside, woman. I give you this rare chance to demonstrate your supposed intelligence.”

He's after me? That was certainly new information.

”Just kill me and be done with it,” Lily returned, apparently not having picked up on the subtext. ”Kill me and leave my boy in peace.”

”This is your last warning. Stand aside.”

If nothing else, Lelouch's new brain shared his previous one's ability to think under pressure. How curious it was that the terrorist – and this man did indeed fit the word better than he ever had – seemed disinclined to simply murder Lily and be done with it.

Of course, Lily responded to the demand as would be expected of most mothers. ”Never.”

Without warning, the terrorist snapped his wand upon her. So fast that Lelouch almost missed the words, he cast, ”Avada kedavra.”

It was done. With a flash of green light, Lily fell heavily to the ground, dead.

”Foolish woman.” The terrorist shook his head and approached Lelouch. ”Now then, Harry Potter.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Lelouch noticed Lily's wand had fallen into his crib. An idea immediately sprung into his head. It was a long shot, but it could work. He had no control over his accidental magic, but he had just learnt a spell.

Lelouch snapped Lily's wand up in imitation of the terrorist and shouted, ”Awada Kadabwa!”

Nothing happened. Lelouch cursed his underdeveloped body and lack of magical education.

Worse, the terrorist's response was immediate. Although the surprise showed on the man's twisted visage, he promptly disarmed Lelouch. Laughter – a horrid, uncertain thing as though he'd forgotten how – soon replaced the astonishment.

”Well, well. Now that's respect. If a prophesied child could possibly destroy me, this is the level of competence I expect. Well done, Harry Potter. Unfortunately, you must die now. Such a waste. Farewell.”

Utterly helpless, Lelouch resigned himself to this abrupt end to a second chance he probably didn't deserve anyway. An incantation, a flash of green light, and then the world erupted in pain.

Lelouch knew no more until he woke up in what, in the near darkness, appeared to be a cupboard.

Out of one hell and straight into another. Fantastic.

If there had ever been any doubt that this was a punishment, none now remained. He'd orphaned plenty of children. Turnabout was fair play.

In the dark of his cupboard, Lelouch rooted around for one of the rags that passed for a shirt. Carefully, he rolled it up with his left hand. Once he had, he took a few slow breaths to calm himself.

Now that he had the physical capacity to do work, Lelouch's so-called Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon forced him to do as many chores around the house as his body could manage before collapsing. Then, if he was lucky, they only threw him into the cupboard under the stairs with some stale bread, locked the door, and forgot about him for the rest of the day.

Were it not for that bloody lock, Lelouch would have murdered the Dursleys in their sleep months ago. He'd executed men as Zero for lesser crimes than these monsters had committed against him.

Lelouch bit down on his rag, ignored the ache in his stomach, and braced himself against a wall. With a solid push, he popped his dislocated shoulder back into place. Once the pain subsided, he carefully tested his range of movement until satisfied with the results. With the obvious problem fixed, relatively speaking, he made an inspection of the rest of his body.