Chapter 70.1- Doom Days

“Who are you?” I asked, not making any movement to check the stone in my pocket or anything like that that would confirm his suspicions.

“A person interested in the philosopher’s stone for his own reasons. I had a real with Russo, and now that you have eliminated him, it falls to you to give me what is mine.”

“Yours? I have no idea what you are even talking abut” I tried, dropping my wand into a ready position and waiting for what I knew would be combat. There was no other way for this to end.

“I think you have a better idea than most just what exactly I am talking about. Did he offer you an apprenticeship? With how skilled you are, I'd be surprised if he didn't"

“Who?”

“This attempt to play ignorant is really beginning to get on my nerves, Harry Potter. Can we be honest with ourselves here? There is no need for you to cooperate with me if you do not want to, but could you at least try to avoid lying to my face in ways that are bold and obvious?”

“That’s rich from someone that hasn’t even had the manners to introduce himself properly”

“Do you want to know who I am for truth? Are you certain? Because once you have that information, there would be no stepping back. There is still time for you to hand me the stone, I. Will see to it that you are returned to your Guardian, and we can part ways. We need not be enemies. But the second you know who I am, then it will not be in my interests for you to leave here with that knowledge.”

“If you want the stone, you’ll have to pry it out of my cold dead hands either way, so you might as well just say who the hell you are. That way there’s a name I can write over the tombstone when I inevitably have to bury you” I said.

“Of course, of course. That is an inventive threat. I shall be sure to add it to my catalogue. My name is Ojin, Prince of the Empire of Japan” He said.

Prince? A fucking Prince of Japan? This was sure to end well, I thought to myself. I sat a dark look in Gellert’s direction, not even surprised to note that the bastard had somehow disappeared.

“I am Harry Potter, not a Prince, but I hope you don’t mind the lack of a bow. These knees of mine don’t bend so easily, I fear” I said, not bothering to even incline my head. Something told me that any display of anything that even looked like weakness to this one would be noted down to be used against me at some point.

“No, I don’t mind much. Not really the one to care about such things. My brother on the other hand? Well, if you meet my older brother, I’d advise you teach your knees to bend if you like having them still attached to your body. I assume you like having them attached. If you don’t, then my brother would be more than happy to separate them from you”

“Sounds like a real piece of work this brother of yours, then”

“Between you and me, Harry Potter, I agree. He’s a real piece of work”

“So what brings a Prince of Japan here?” I asked.

“I’ve told you that already. I want what is mine.”

“The stone— if such a thing exists— would be the property of Nicholas Flamel.” I said.

A/N: Yeah, started the chapter again after almost finishing the old draft. Let’s just say we’ll be a tiny bit behind schedule for this story for a minute while I clean things up to make sure it’s all really good.