Harry Potter and the Return of Yeshua

Beginning A/N: This is the third, and I believe, final book in the "Yeshua" series. It is set in the future, but will not be following a set timeline like the other books did. In the last two books, we set up the foundation for this one. I have a few surprises in store that I hope will make the ending satisfying - I had a reviewer who was a little upset that I left the arc so unfinished. I take that as a compliment, actually, but it is what I needed to do.

If you have not yet, read the first two books. If you liked those, I think you will like this. If you don't, then you probably won't. The muse is, of course, not striking me quite as hard as it is the first and second books, but I think it's time to start writing now. Especially since last night (this is Nov. 3) I had an extremely vivid dream that had many things to say, and one of them was a roundabout hint on how to approach this particular story. So, now, I think I can start writing.

Don't expect this book to be finished quite as quickly as the others were. I have less time now, and the muse isn't hitting me quite as hard, as I said. BUT, I made a commitment to my readers, and I intend on seeing it through.

This story will start where the last one left off, but it will not stay there like the others. It will move through time pretty quickly. I have a lot to cover and I don't want to use three hundred thousand words like some authors.

Defense Against the Dark Arts

It was the DADA class after all of the hubbub went over in the Wizengamot and Harry Potter came out as the Champion of Yeshua. Since he had withdrawn from Hogwarts, he was not in the class, but the Gryffindors and Slytherins all filed in regardless - life goes on. As they took their seats, Nicolas Flamel called the room to order.

"This isn't going to be an ordinary defense class", Flamel said. "I'm not going to teach you anything new about magic today - there will be plenty of time for that. Instead, I want to tell you the significance of what happened last week in the Wizengamot."

The class was completely silent, and there was an air of anticipation and anxiety in the air.

"As you may have heard, and I'll give the summary for anyone who had their heads up places heads shouldn't be over the past few days, magical judges were installed in the magical world. The duties of judging have been taken away from the Wizengamot. For all intents and purposes, Yeshua has taken control of the wizard world. Because, after all, how can laws be passed if they can just as quickly be nullified through lack of enforcement?"

Draco raised his hand. "I've been meaning to ask. Who is this Yeshua character, anyway?"

Flamel nodded. "I understand that many of you, having been isolated from non-magical society for so long, have no concept of their history or traditions. Which is particularly sad, because they are our history and traditions too but we've spent so much time trying to keep them away from us that they remember things that we've forgot.

"A magical ritual occurred approximately two thousand years ago which involved a very powerful sacrifice right on top of one of the most magically powerful sites in the world - Jerusalem. This sacrifice involved a completely selfless sacrifice, a twisted coronation ceremony, and the death of a man that had the favor of the Creator and magic itself, in order to grant him authority as the king of all creation. The ritual had repercussions all throughout time, and now Yeshua is magic and magic is Yeshua. He is probably even more than that, as while magic is the substrate of creation, there are probably realms that we don't even know exist, and he is king of those too. Basically, he holds all authority, and is rather… opinionated… as to how he would like things to turn out in the world."

There was a bit of murmuring in the room. "What gave him the right to take over our world like he did?", Draco asked, this time without raising his hand.

"It's a circular answer, Mr. Malfoy", Flamel sighed. "The fact that he has the right gave him the right. There's no better answer that I can give you. He simply is."

Draco frowned. He didn't understand.

"I know some of you are going to have a difficult time understanding this. Quite frankly, theologians for two thousand years have tried to figure this out and have pretty much failed miserably, the whole lot of them. For right now, just accept that this is the way things are. I have met him in person" - and the whole room gasped - "oh, come off it, he's a lot more accessible than you think. He's perfect in his fairness, justice, and grace. There is no one more qualified to rule. Just accept that this is the way things are, I have more important things to cover."

Flamel leaned against his desk. "The reason that Yeshua took the actions that he did was related to what I have been teaching you over the last few lessons. As I have been trying to drill into you with I believe only moderate success" - he glared at Ron - "The type of magic I've been teaching you is not to be trifled with. What I did not tell you, at least not fully, is that the type of magic I've been teaching you cannot be controlled by others. Who wins in a battle of such magic comes down to who is more experienced, more knowledgeable, and most importantly, most imaginative. Quite frankly, it is impossible to keep a wizard who knows how to wield this type of magic in any prison, or enforce any laws against them at all, for the 'arms race' between law enforcement and the normal person is now moot. All is equalized.

"This worked fine many years ago, when the magical world was a feudal system which could handle this type of societal structure, and when the non-magicals were still trying to fight the plague and figure out how to get clean water. But that doesn't hold water now, pardon the pun."

The room tittered a little.

"So the reason we have implemented judges is so that Yeshua himself can keep control of the magic we are continuing to learn. Listen and listen closely. The judges live in Hogwarts. If you use the magic you are being taught irresponsibly, you will be brought before those judges. Yeshua understands that you are but children, and will take that into account - as I said, he is fair in all things - but you do not want to find yourself in that situation.

Draco raised his hand. "What about -"

Flamel put his palm up in a "stop" motion. "Mr. Malfoy," he sighed, "listen to me. There is no 'what about'. Yeshua knows all and sees all. There is nothing that can be pulled over his eyes. He knows all your deeds, and he knows the deeds of everyone else. If someone sets you up, he will know. If you frame someone else for something, he will know. The days of Slytherin cunning meaning letting other people take the fall for things that you've done for the sake of ambition are over. If you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear from the judges, as justice will be sorted. If you have done something wrong, then it is better for you to simply own up to it, as Yeshua does not look kindly on people who lie to him. He is to be feared, but not because he is capricious or vengeful, as he is not. He is to be feared because his justice is perfect and all are laid bare before him. Everyone makes mistakes - Yeshua understands that - but his patience is not infinite. Do you understand?"

Draco gulped and nodded.

"The days where the most cunning and ambitious ruled the school are over."

Ron smiled, but did not say anything. He had learned his lessons and the mind healer was helping a bit.

"I see you smiling, Mr. Weasley", Flamel said, "and you would be wise to wipe that smile off you face. For the days where the bullies and physically strong ruled the school are over, as well."

Ron stopped smiling.

"But, while that was one important thing, it is not the important thing. Since Yeshua and his champion have now come out into the open, there are things I can tell you that I could not previously. I must tell you these things simply because if I don't, then things that are happening around you will make no sense whatsoever. Lady Ravenclaw, Lord Champion Potter, and I are in the process of creating a company whose sole purpose is to sell magical goods to non-magicals."

"What?", Draco nearly yelled, and there was a significant amount of murmuring in the room, with various expressions of disbelief. "What about the statute of secrecy?"

"It is still in place," Flamel said. "This is the important part. We are not going to tell the non-magicals about magic, and none of you will be allowed to either. I'm not telling you not to do it, I'm telling you that you won't be able to. They must not yet know the true nature of magic. For them, until it is the proper time - and this may be on the order of decades or centuries, no one knows - magic will behave for them exactly as a natural force will. They will be allowed to believe that they are able to control it. Once they get to the point where they are accustomed to it as a natural force, then and only then will they be slowly allowed to understand the true nature of magic, and who we are as a society. Until then, they must believe that it is a force that is scientifically understandable, and they will discover it for themselves. Do you understand why I'm telling you this?"

The class thought for a moment. Finally a Slytherin girl raised her hand. "Because we also have to be prepared for such a thing to happen?"

"Five points to Slytherin", Flamel said, "exactly. Yeshua's ultimate goal is the merging of the magical and non-magical worlds. This will require a great deal of adaptation on the part of the non-magicals, but also on the part of the magicals as well. I understand that for many of you, it can't come soon enough, and for others of you, it's the worst thing imaginable, but trust me, and trust Yeshua. It's the only way the world is going to survive over the coming centuries. Yeshua has convinced me of that."

Draco looked as if his whole world had fallen out from under him. Flamel noticed.

"If it helps", Flamel said with a softer voice, "Their economy is much larger than ours. Much more money can be made if the right opportunities are capitalized on at the right time. There is still a place for Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw attributes in the new society that will slowly take shape. You will just have to learn to use them in ways you are not accustomed to. The rewards will be great," Flamel said, and his eyes were gazing at something no one in the class could see. "Great indeed. I can only hope I live to see it. I am already on borrowed time."

Draco still looked enraged, but a glimmer of curiosity and greed appeared on his face as well. Damn it, the Professor had a point.

He smiled. "But you, your lives are just beginning, and they will be far better than any of us can ever imagine. You will be saying to yourself, 'I remember when things were so much worse, It can't be this good, I must be dreaming.' That is the society Yeshua is building. Take your time coming to terms with it, but it is what is coming.

"That is all of the class for today. I suggest that you take a walk outside during the rest of the class time and discuss amongst yourselves. Or perhaps take some time for quiet introspection. Or even, dare I say, prayer, if you are so inclined. Dismissed."

Ministry of Magic, Courtroom #4

Two aurors escorted three prisoners into the courtroom. Sitting in the Judge's seat was one of Yeshua's judges. The three prisoners did not look scruffy or scraggly, as they had been taken directly from their home and brought directly to the courtroom.

"Unhand me", Vernon Dursley said, his face purple with rage. "You have no authority over me!"

Amelia Bones, the Minister of Magic, spoke up. "Maybe or maybe not, but that's not material. Meet one of the Judges of Yeshua."

"The who of who?", Dudley asked, his face still messy from the dinner he had gobbled down.

"You are here to be judged," Amelia said flatly. "We have sufficient evidence to charge you with abuse of one Harry Potter.

"Don't I have the right to a solicitor? Don't I get a phone call? What kind of court are you running here, anyway?", Vernon asked, shaking with rage. Petunia, though, was thinking. She had remembered hearing the name Yeshua before.

"Our courts don't work like that anymore. We have charged you, and you will be judged. There is no need for a prosecution or a defense. I simply bring you to this judge, and she will judge you, with Yeshua's authority."

Petunia's face turned to one of fear, and she looked at her husband. "Shut up", she said. "You have no idea what we're facing!"

"And you do, pet?"

"Yes, and if you know what's good for you, shut up! Both of you!"

The judge looked at the three of them with piercing eyes. Then she spoke.

"Vernon Dursley, I have seen you and I know your deeds. You are a proud and deceitful man, whose most important goal in life is the trappings of material success and the empty respect that comes with them. When Harry Potter was left on your door, you treated him as worse than nothing, because he represented a threat to your ambition. You have spoiled your son and there is very little you have done in this life that will redeem you. You will be judged in the afterlife. I will see you shortly."

Vernon clutched at his chest and fell down. Amelia went to call a healer, but she knew that there was nothing to be done, but went through the motions anyway, as it was proper. Petunia looked down at him with shock on her face, but she was stopped short by the judge speaking again.

"Petunia Dursley, I have seen you and I know your deeds. I have seen how you were treated by your husband, and I also know of your jealousy towards your sister that caused you to treat Harry Potter with indifference. You are as responsible for Harry's abuse as your husband. However, I must take your son into account, as well as the mitigating condition of your husband's treatment and your bad experiences with the wizard world. It is true that Harry was placed on your doorstep and you were essentially bullied into taking him. You have been judged, so mote it be."

Suddenly the world seemed much bigger to Petunia. She looked down, and she had the figure of an eleven year old!

"I am not without compassion, Petunia. You are granted a second chance. You will attend Hogwarts and learn magic. Do not waste this chance, as you will not get a third."

Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she said in a voice that was much higher than she was used to. "Is he…. Going to hell?", she asked, tremulously.

The judge's voice softened. "No, he is not. He would, but I do justice, not vengeance. He will face justice for what he has done, just as you have and will, but his debts will be paid. As will yours."

The judge turned to Dudley, whose mouth had dropped open.

"Dudley Dursley, I have seen you and I know your deeds. You are a delinquent who is on a quick path to prison. However, you are eleven years old, and your parents have done you no favors. You will be placed in a household which will provide you with the rules and discipline that you so desperately need. I have given you a new chance. As with your mother, who is now, for all intents and purposes, your sister, do not waste it. Petunia Dursley, the adult, will be seen as dead in the non-magical world and you will inherit her house. Your life is now what you make it. I will be most angry if you do not heed my warnings. Do you understand?"

Dudley nodded his head mutely.

"This judgement has ended. Dudley, your new family is expecting you." And he disappeared.

The judge turned to Amelia, who had returned with a healer. "Ensure that his body is given a proper burial, and please make all arrangements with Hogwards to accommodate Petunia's 'second chance'. And don't look at me like that. You knew from the beginning that judgements would not go as expected - you saw that plenty when I judged your prisoners."

The judge shook her head and said with a voice with much less authority, shaking just a little. "It's done. Please see to Petunia." She got up and shakily walked out of the room.

Amelia escorted a now eleven year old Petunia out the door, who was now sobbing openly. Her lifetime dream had just been granted to her and she knew that she didn't deserve it. She had only distant memories of her future life and motivations. She was sorry that her husband - her former husband - had died, but she vaguely remembered how he treated her. He was not a kind man. She didn't think she would miss him. The slate was clean, and she wasn't going to waste it again.

Greengrass House

Cyrus and Iris Greengrass were waiting at their entrance hall, when they heard a timid knock on the door. They opened the door to the largest boy they had ever seen. He looked very shaken, there was still some food on his face from his dinner. Cyrus had been apprised by Harry of what Yeshua needed, and they had sufficient resources to take him in.

Cyrus had his work cut out for him, as he had heard of Dudley and his deeds. So the first thing he did was tell Dudley to get washed up. The second thing he did was tell Dudley the rules of the house, and what the consequences would be if he didn't follow them. The third thing he did was tell him to stay away from his new sisters for now. And the fourth thing he did was to call a healer. This boy couldn't possibly be in any kind of good health. Cyrus would visit Petunia at Hogwarts shortly and let her know that he was to be her guardian as well.

University of Texas Research Laboratory, Austin, Texas, USA

Dr. Sabrina White was not having a good day. She woke up late, her mind was spinning a mile a minute and she could not get to sleep. She had encountered a problem that she didn't even have the faintest idea how to solve.

Her colleague, Dr. Uta Yamamoto, walked into the office, his manner formal as usual, his white lab coat crisp and freshly ironed, and looking very much like a man who would be just as comfortable in a business setting as a lab. But he was one of the more competent physicists she knew, and she knew that beneath his formal exterior he really cared about his work.

"I don't understand it," she said, softly banging her head on the table that their newest acquisition was sitting on. "Look at it, Doctor. It has no seams. It has no obvious moving parts. It does not make a sound. The only thing we can detect from it is a faint electromagnetic signature at frequencies that don't match any known elements or reactions. Yet there is a continual electric charge at its output, enough to power a regular-sized house. How does it work?!", she asked, more rhetorically than anything else.

Dr. Yamamoto sighed. "All the new products from Wiztech seem to share the same characteristics. There is no obvious reason why they should work, but they do. And at prices so reasonable that they could put power companies out of business. We have a few of these, Dr. White. Let's try to take this one apart."

"If we don't know how it works, how will we know how to do it safely?", she asked. "Wiztech is selling their products freely, but they maintain that there is no need for a service manual, that as long as they aren't 'disrupted', as they put it, that they'll work reliably for longer than we live. The amount of power that this produces would burn out an equivalent generator. Yet, here it is." She sighed. "I need to find someone from the electrical engineering department to figure out how to do this safely. We can turn it off", and she waved a small device that had a few buttons and displays on it, "but we can't even figure out how this device works."

He smiled. "Well, Dr. White, you've always loved a challenge. Why don't you start with the basics?"

She sighed and nodded. "Start with the basics. Okay. Noninvasive testing first. Let's figure out what we can."

"Attagirl", Dr. Yamamoto said, then looked quizzical. "Did I say it right?"

She tried to keep her face stern, but couldn't hide a small smile. "You did, but… that's not really something professional people would say to each other."

"Ah," he said. "I shall keep that in mind for the future. We Japanese have language structures that tell us how polite a word is. English doesn't, so we just have to, how do you say… 'wing it'". Right?

She nodded.

"It is fortunate, then that Americans are far less hung up on protocol than we are. But even you have limits. I will not say that again." He turned to leave.

She smiled. "Dr. Yamamoto," she said. He stopped. "I didn't say you couldn't say it to me."

He visibly reddened and then walked out the door. She laughed to herself. He was so easy to tweak sometimes. But she was careful. There was a fine line between "tweaking" and "being mean". Besides, she was trying to pull him out of his shell a little. She sighed and drew up some experiments for the lab techs to perform.

Two days later, she and Dr. Yamamoto were completely stumped.

"So let me get this straight. They hooked a generator up to it, in reverse, and started pumping current back through, and it resisted?", he asked.

She nodded. "It runs counter to all known laws of physics, but it did. The more current we sent through it, the more it pushed back. We had to send enough current through to power a significant portion of UT before it started to buckle. And as we did so, the electromagnetic emissions increased to the point of almost being dangerous - things in the room were humming. The lab techs ran out of the room and hit the kill switch - they didn't know what else it was going to do."

She put her head in her hands. "It's almost as if the electrons had a mission."

Dr. Yamamoto frowned. "Typically, I would caution you against ascribing anthropomorphic tendencies to electrons, but in this case, I'm forced to agree with you. There is no known physical principle that would cause electrons to, for want of a better word, 'want' to be on one side of a material so badly that they would actually resist being dislodged." He sat back and got the look on his face that told her he was thinking deeply. "Well, right now, we only have two clues. The resistance to opposing current, the lack of moving parts, and the electromagnetic signals. Why not try to analyze the signals and see what they're telling us?"

She sighed. "Well, short of dismantling it, we don't have much else to go on."

"There are other things we could to. We could measure the current for irregularities. We could see how much current it can generate - that way we can tell the electron density of the material used. We can send much more opposing current back through under far more controlled (and safe) circumstances and see what happens when it actually breaks, and analyze the results. There are many things that can be done, Doctor."

She put her head in her hands. She jumped a bit when she felt his hand on her shoulder. He patted her hesitantly, then withdrew. She lifted her head, her brown hair falling over her face in a frizzed out mess. She smiled.

"Attaboy."

He laughed and walked out of the office. She got back to drawing up more experiments for the lab techs to do.

A/N: I've been meaning to say, "Cyrus" and "Iris" was a complete coincidence. I was playing on the British upper class tendency to name children after flowers. This is a short starting chapter, but hopefully it starts to set the scene as to where we're going. Hope you enjoy.