A:N/ So, the story is coming to an end. In a few chapters, I'll have it all wrapped up. But I am planning a new one, and will hopefully have most of it planned by the time I post the last chapter of this. I'll be saying thank you again, once this is all over, but I really can't express how much it means to be able to read your feedback, and see that so many of you have favorited it and are following this. I hope you continue to support this, and please tell me what you think, this chapter, and the next, are some of my favorites.


Over the next four years, Jacob threw himself into his training. Learning more from Roman than his books, and he came to accept everything that had happened. He hadn't completely abandoned Hogwarts though, as he had started reading The Daily Prophet, and whatever other newspapers he could get his hands on, to keep himself informed.

Voldemort had indeed come back, and was as much of a terror as any of them expected. They weren't exactly sure how he had come back, not even Silver, but his return resulted in the death of Neville Longbottom, a boy he remembered to be painfully shy.

Removing him from his thoughts, Roman entered their small kitchen, banishing the newspaper. "You're ready," he said.

Jacob didn't question what he meant, he knew, and without another word, he went upstairs to pack his trunk. He filled it with all his clothes, his books, the potions he had brewed, and created. When he finally was done, he quietly brought it down, and waited for Roman to join him.

He wasn't expecting to see any of the other circle members though, but it was a pleasant surprise.

"Congratulations, Jacob," Indigo said, giving him a hug. "Proud of you."

"We all are," Black said.

Jacob looked at each of them, and smiled. Gold, who had become his greatest confidant, someone that he turned to when he wanted to give up on something, winked at him. Grey, who had added him to the circle, gave the biggest smile. Indigo, who had started the whole thing in motion, and saved him from whatever horrible path he could have strayed down. Silver, the only woman of the group, who was so quiet and motherly, that he wasn't surprised to see a few tears in her eyes. Then there was Black, who just always had a grin on his face, whenever he came around. He had given Jacob a lot of the books he now owned, both of them enjoying the knowledge found bound between the bindings. And then Roman came into the room, there was a look of pride upon his face, as he came to stand in front of him.

"Ready to execute?" he asked.

"I know I've asked a hundred times in the last month, but are you sure you want to do this with me?" Jacob questioned, and like every time he asked, he tried to sneak a peak into Roman's mind.

"Quit it," Roman stated, his mind not budging an inch. "If I have to tell you one more time, that yes, I'm positive, I'll let Grey give you that physical exam you've been skirting."

"Ready," Jacob said, and with one last smile to his friends, apparated along with Roman into the middle of Hogsmeade.


Jacob didn't bother to look anywhere else, Hogwarts was the only thing he was concerned with. It was rumored to be the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, and they were definitely going to be meeting today. Taking the charms off the gate so he could enter was easy, he hadn't even bothered taking out his staff.

When he had come of age, all that welled up magic, became known to him, and it had become rare for him to take out the focus.

Upon reaching the entrance doors, he finally looked next to him, to Roman. With the same proud smile on his face, he nodded, and they entered.

There were no students milling about, even though it was the first day of the new term. The school seemed almost too quiet, but when the two men reached the Great Hall, he understood why. Someone else had gone missing, and was most likely dead.

He didn't stop walking towards the head table, not even with the whispered questions reaching his ears. "Is that that boy who cursed Professor Gold?" One questioned, and another would answer, "It looks like him, but he seems different."

Standing with Roman in front of the head table, he could tell that they knew who he was, but they were all shocked into silence. He did look different, he was taller, much taller, and he had filled out to his maximum potential.

"Headmaster," he greeted. "Perhaps we could go up to your office and chat?"

Dumbledore nodded immediately and got up, forgetting about his food. The last time these two men had graced the halls of his school, they had left behind a wound. He was not going to let that happen again.

"Minerva and Severus might as well join us," Jacob said. He didn't bother to see if they would follow him, he knew they would, and he guided them out.

"What is this about?" Dumbledore questioned, his two colleagues were silent beside him.

"I would like you to have your Order join as," Jacob simply said. He turned to Roman and spoke within his mind, "Is everything in place?"

"Gold is on stand by, Indigo and Grey are waiting for news, and Black and Silver have yet to reach out to me," Roman informed. So far, he thought, Jacob's plan was going quite well.

"How do you know about the Order?" McGonagall asked, pursing her lips.

"Because I'm not ignorant," Jacob answered, and took a seat in one of the chairs while Dumbledore went about getting the Order together. "You aren't as secret as you think you are." After that he turned to Roman, nodded once, before slipping into a meditative state.

Fifteen minutes later, the office was full of people, it was so crammed, that the last of the arrivals hadn't yet took notice of the two men in the corner.

"What is this about Dumbledore? Have you got any news?" Arthur Weasley asked.

Jacob then realized that most of these people probably left work in a hurry to get over here, he hadn't really taken into account their schedules when he had planned everything.

"No, no," Dumbledore answered, waving his wand and expanding the room so everyone could fit comfortably. "We actually have a guest. Giving who he is and who he is with, I thought it was a good idea to follow his request."

"And who is this guest?" Ron Weasley questioned, looking around the room like the rest of the Order.

"I am," Jacob said, standing up. He waved his hand and conjured a mass amount of chairs for them all. "If you could all please sit, I have some information that is detrimental to your cause."

Hermione immediately recognized him. "You're Jacob Green!" she exclaimed, not taking her seat. "You're a Dark wizard!"

Jacob shook his head, and quietly gestured for her to take her seat. "What I'm about to tell you, will be easier to hear if you aren't in danger of falling down."

"What, you going to curse us?" one of the members asked, they too hadn't taken their seat.

"No, I'm not," Jacob stated evenly. He turned to Roman and gave him a look that made the man laugh.

"Hey, this is your party, I'm just here in case there needs to be a clean up," Roman said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Please sit," Jacob said again. "Before I begin, I would like to just say that I am not a Dark wizard. If I was, I wouldn't be here, and I certainly wouldn't have asked a group of light wizards to convene."

After everyone took hesitant seats, Jacob took a moment to look at everyone, and take a tiny peak into their minds. He met some resistance, but their shields were nothing against his circle magic. They were all curious, and weary, of why he was here and what he had to say.

"I'm going to start from the beginning, and would really appreciate it if you kept your questions until the end, can we agree on that?" At everyone's consent, Jacob smiled, and gave Roman one last look.

"Over four years ago, I was approached by a man who said he could change my life. I was, of course, uncertain, I was only thirteen, but he offered me something I couldn't refuse, not with the odds I was up against. I was sent to train, and I spent four months under Gold's hand, following his rules, and finishing what was my third year of schooling," he paused and looked at some of their faces, Hermione was working on processing this information, Dumbledore and a few others were curious as to were this story was going, and Snape looked rather bored.

"After learning under Gold, I was presented with the opportunity to learn under Roman. None of you know who he is, but he has been my mentor for the last four years, and he has taught me much more than what most witches and wizards learn in traditional schools," he informed. "It wasn't easy, to make the decision I did, or to learn as I did. It wasn't easy to leave, it wasn't easy to come back, but now I'm ready," he continued. "I'm ready."

He looked back at Roman once more, and took a deep breath, before turning back to the crowd. "What I left out of that was something you all need to hear, because you need the good news, you need a hero."

This was the first time someone interrupted him, "Good news? A hero? What are you getting at?" Jacob barely recognized the voice, but he recognized the face, Remus Lupin, his old professor.

"You lost your hero," Jacob said, his throat tightening and betraying how hard this was for him.

Roman stood up, and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Over four years ago, you lost your hero, and then you lost another hero two years ago. I can't give you back one of them, but," he paused again, bowing his head, and for the first time since he made his decision, he took off the glamour, and the charms. "I can give you one of them." His voice sounded strange, even to himself. It wasn't as deep as it had been, it wasn't something any of them recognized. Finally he looked back up, and the gasps of astonishment met his ears, and the looks of shock were almost over powered by the looks of hurt.

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?" Ron shouted, jumping up from his seat. "Who the hell do you think you are? Putting on that glamour, pretending to be someone you're not!"

"Ron," Harry spoke, his voice thick with emotion. He shook his head and bowed his head again. "That night, before everything changed, I was put into a potion induced sleep, to make the transition easier. It took eleven minutes for my heart to stop, before Grey made it beat once, and it stopped again. Severus was the first one to arrive, and when he left he took fifty points from his house. Remus, you arrived next and," he stopped unable to finish. "A black ooze emitted itself from my scar, a terribly screech of Riddle's soul being discharged." Looking up at everyone, at the tears in their eyes, he sighed. "Harry Potter died that night, and became Jacob Green. Tonight, Jacob dies, and Harry Potter is reborn."


Dumbledore felt his heart jump to his throat, he had no doubt that this truly was Harry Potter, but they had buried him, he was dead. McGonagall, she couldn't believe what she was seeing, it was like a dream about to become a nightmare, she was almost sure of it. Snape was biting his lip so hard that the skin had broke, how dare he do this to them, but there was Lily's eyes, and the pieces that were left over of his heart broke along with the rest of it.

"There was a body, your body was right there," Remus whispered, feeling the fresh tears fall down his face. "You were dead!"

"No," Harry whispered back, shaking his head. He didn't realize it was going to be this hard. He didn't take into account his own feelings. "My body became an illusion, one that none of you could have ever seen as anything but the real thing."

"Why?" Hermione asks, finding her voice. "Why were you so cold to us when you were here, when you were visiting Gold?"

Harry looked at her, his eyes full of tears, and she could see the pain he was in, anyone that looked close enough could. "Because I couldn't be close to you again, not as I was."

"Yes you could have," Ron stated, glaring at him. "We would have kept your secret!"

The fire flared in the room and the last person any of them expected to see stepped out. "Professor Gold?" someone questioned.

"Jacob," Gold stated, ignoring them. "Calm down. Here," he took out his wand and waved it, restoring the glamour. "That will make everything easier, but you need to calm down."

"Careful Professor," Ron remarked, his anger still clawing at him, "he might curse you again."

Gold whipped around to face everyone, the fire in his eyes making everyone in the room go silent. "Weasley," Gold snapped. "If taking a curse from him meant he would calm down, I'd glad take it. Now shut up."

"Or what, he'll curse me?"

"Don't you dare curse Ron!" Molly snapped, jumping up from her own chair and rushing as fast as she could over to her youngest son.

"Nobody is going to curse anyone," Dumbledore said, standing up. "Harry, perhaps you can tell us what the point of revealing yourself is?"

"You needed to be uplifted, you needed a hero," Harry said, his voice coming out as Jacob's. "And I'm not going to curse anyone, I couldn't do that to you, any of you."

"I bet you can't," Ron said, his voice full of sarcasm.

"No Ron, I can't," Harry replied, lifting his eyes and staring right at his old friend. "Do you think this was easy for me? That I just made the decision and everything was fine and dandy? Because it wasn't. You only lost one friend, I lost everyone. I lost everything. And for what? So I could train, so one day I could come and defeat Tom so everyone could be safe again. But I couldn't do it here, not when we had professor's like Lockhart! Gold and Roman have taught me both sides of the coin, so when the time comes, I know what I can let hit me, I know what to cast at who. None of this was easy Ron, none of it."

As soon as he was done speaking, he turned to Roman, and disappeared.

"How the hell?" one of the Order members questioned after a minute of shocked silence. "Did he just dissapparate?"

Gold gave Roman his own look and dissaparated after his friend, leaving Roman to deal with the crowd of upset people.