The Bronze-Haired witch

Disclaimer: I do not own the works of JK Rowling nor the rights Harry Potter or Code Geass, Japanese animation series. This is an adaption using the two works as source material, no financial benefit is gained and will not be accepted either.

Harry Potter was in a very dark place, mentally, his mind was filled with the images of fallen comrades, turncoat whom were once friends, enemies who triumphed. Harry Potter was also in a dark place, physically, so dark that one would call it a pitch black abyss, the cell in which he was held was large enough to provide some comfort but not big enough to prevent a feeling of claustrophobia. The walls were charmed so it would not allow a single photon of light pass through, and runes engineered to absorb any magical force aimed at any corner of the cell.

It wasn't all that bad, a house elf bought food and water and his senses had adjusted so he could navigate within the cell even though he was in complete darkness, often he thought he had gone blind but being able to catch glimpses of the elf relieved him from that fear. Any waste he deposited would disappear as soon as it hit the floor and aromas good and bad would fade into non-existence in a timely fashion.

Of course this did little to appease the mage, constant magical and physical abuse was aimed at the walls, attempts to break free numbered in the thousands, and each attempt would only stop when Harry was completely exhausted, but as powerful as he was Harry could not destroy the walls which sheltered him from the outside world. Harry hated the people who lived outside his cell, the pureblood bigots and the mindless sheep that condemned him to lifelong imprisonment for the murder of Albus Dumbledore, the manipulative old headmaster of Hogwarts, who refused to leave him in peace, and so Days had turned into weeks, weeks into months and months bleed into years. Long gone was the concept of time, and soon it seemed the concept of freedom would also slip from the grasp of 'The-Boy-Who-Lived.'

Every day he spent within the dungeon, Harry would recount the battles he'd fought, the friends he'd lost, the enemies he'd slain and the lovers who died. He could always remember their faces with the utmost clarity, forever etched into his mind and their names engraved onto his broken-heart; Ginevra Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones and Daphne Greengrass. His memories of how each of the girls in his life died would also haunt him constantly as he shed tears within the room of eternal darkness, the pain was all too real and there was nothing he could do to numb it.

The times where he did not think of those he loved, his thoughts would drift to those who instantly brought him into bouts of rage, every day the images of Albus Dumbledore and his sympathizers would remind him of his betrayal, every night the nightmare of Voldermort and the Death-Eaters would wake him from his uneasy sleep. Every moment his ire would turn upon the Ministry, the turncoats who branded him traitor and place him in imprisonment under terms dictated by the Voldermort, it seems Harry Potter was the ministry's tribute to the Dark-Lord and his followers.

He was angry, tired, depressed and trapped, Harry Potter wanted it to end but the mage inside him would not allow it, attempts at suicide would only be repelled by the magic that protected him, the magic which made him more powerful than Voldermort prevented him from ending his misery.

Again he fell asleep, from exhaustion. He would wake up and try to break free, day after day he tried but to no avail, he tried again and again only to find himself exhausted and his morale broken.

It was three months after he had his last taste of fish (well he thought it as three months, it was after all impossible to tell since the elf would not talk to him and the darkness robbed him of his sense of time) he attempt at blasting curse aimed at the corner, rewarded him with a glow. The glow emitted warmth which spread throughout the cell as the bronze coloured light continued to warm the room, no longer was he subjected to the torture of the abyss he could see that he might be able to escape from the clutches of the incompetent magical ministry and wreak havoc and revenged against those who wronged him.

To his surprise however a lady passed through the wall, she wasn't as tall as Harry but she was not short he estimated she was around 5'2'', and since he was only 5'4'' he definitely couldn't call her short.

The robes she wore were milky white trimmed with obsidian black, her hair simmered with a glow that seems like the bronze of a freshly minted Knut, and it was obvious she had an ample bosom from the way her robes wrapped around her body. Her swagger was that of someone who was carefree and the same time her pace resembled someone who walked with a purpose in life, something Harry had lost years ago.

Her expression was what unnerved him, seldom did he see someone with no expression to express, there was always something that gave away a person's thoughts, having lived a lie and having to unravel truth from deceit allowed him to readily judge a person at first glance and it was rare that he was wrong about a person's character after he got his first impression. But alarmingly he could not find a single tell from looking at her, it seemed as though she didn't think or wasn't capable of advanced thought reminiscent of a very dumb animal. Even a housefly would show more expression than the woman he was walking towards him, that is what unnerved Harry Potter, and because of this not once did he question how she was able to bypass the wards and walk into the room as though the walls were non-existent.

Suddenly a feminine voice echoed within his mind, 'do you want to be free, I sensed that you wanted to die, but I could also sense the feelings of, regret and revenge and a desire to live.' It took Harry a moment before he realised the voice originated from the girl standing in front of him.

'Who are you?' asked Harry in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than he was feeling right now, after-all if she was able to do effortlessly, what he couldn't in the last 20 years or so, what else was she capable of?

The voice continued to echo through his mind, 'who I am is unimportant, I see that you are in pain I would like to offer my services and if you accept I promise I can dull your pain.'

'It is impossible,' his voice filled with grief, 'even if you were to become my lover it will never dull the pain I have felt, it will always be there, sharp as a knife. It has been present for years on end, what makes you think that you can just appear in front of me like a specter and claims to ease my suffering.'

Her reply did not please Harry, 'I will not reveal my plans unless you agree that you will allow me to help you, I will only ask this once more, if you do not agree I will walk away and leave you to suffer in this abyss and I assure you that you will never again find the freedom that you believe you rightly deserve, nor will you be able to exact revenge upon those who have repeatedly wronged you and robbed you of your chance to attain happiness and peace of mind.'

After the initial feeling of irritation, her reply startled him, how could she be able to know what I yearned for was the freedom of revenge, was she some kind of Legimens, he made sure to reinforce his shield. He couldn't let this woman delve into his mind and use whatever else he desired as bait or leverage. Taking a deep breath to calm himself and steel his expression, 'what are your terms, I find too many people in the past have tried to manipulate me or use me to achieve their goals, not once caring of whether I lived or died…' Did he really just say that? Surely that wasn't the response that he wanted to say to the girl, he needed more information, but that can be extracted with cunning and guile, what he just said was just reckless.

'Fair enough, if you are willing to be honest with me, than I shall also be honest with you, I find myself bored of this world. I lived for millennia and it is time I pass the mantle to someone else, I find your mind suitable to take upon the task that I wish you to perform once you have achieve your own goals.' Her reply once more lacked the emotion, it seems as though she was droning but again there was an imperative authority in her speech, Harry was perplexed and confusion seldom makes for good negotiation.

Although there was little he could do, he could hardly waste away for the rest of eternity in this hole, not after hope had managed to touch his hardened heart, she said she needed me to perform a task after I have achieved his own. So it couldn't be urgent, but if she had to wait for him to finish what he wanted to do, what she wanted couldn't be something simple, even with magic. 'What would you have me do?' Harry thought he might as well ask, it wasn't as if he had a choice anymore.

He thought he caught glimpsed of a grin on her face before her expression had once again robbed her of her emotions, 'what I desire I cannot tell you, unless you accept the contract.'

Contract, what contract? She never mentioned anything about a contract before, 'what is this contract, I dislike being kept uninformed, you must tell me what you seek in order for me to trust you.'

'I cannot divulge the terms of the contract, you must accept or decline, and decide quickly do not test my patience.'

Harry could not decline, he suspected that this woman already knew what his answer was, anybody with half a brain could deduce he wasn't going to decline and succumb to the darkness and solitude of the cell. 'Very well, I accept your contract, name your terms.' Hopefully they're agreeable Harry thought.

Suddenly his mind filled with a constant stream of images, images which seemed to be from the past, images he thought must have been the current state of the world and images he knew must be of the future, but these images seemed to erase themselves from his memory almost as quickly as he managed to view them, he knew he saw something but he couldn't remember what.

Her voice once again echoed through his mind, it was clear and precise, as if she was speaking right beside him, 'Harry James Potter, I bind you to the Geass and the contract, I will be your advisor and consultant until you have mastered the Code, the Code will grant you a power of your heart's desire and upon your mastery you will release me from my bonds and bear the responsibility of overseer of the plant Earth.'

Harry had no idea what she was talking about, what power, the power to allow me to escape? Or will the power to allow me execute those who have wronged me repeatedly, so few answers that raise many questions, and so many questions that require answers, why can't I live a normal life for once, one simple, safe and peaceful? The images seemed to dim, his mind slowly shutting down, his magic failed him and Harry Potter, the boy who lived knew no more but only the familiar darkness which had been his companion for all these years.

A/N: This will be a crossover between, Harry Potter and the anime Code Geass, I will be changing ideas and concepts from both sources to suit the needs of my story, so do not be upset if my concepts to do not agree to those of the canon plot, after all this is a fanfiction, no point creating an adaption if you do not have the freedom to change things. I'll endeavour to post a chapter every fortnight; I will try weekly if I can.

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