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HERE WE GO AGAIN
🕑 Added 2022-04-19 16:00:43 +0000 UTCChapter 1- Introductions
Charlus Potter had not expected a Gringotts summons at this hour.
"Damn you, Snaggletooth." He cursed under his breath.
The reason for his current bad mood was that he was busy with a very important job. The important job was worshipping his beautiful wife who had just climbed into their matrimonial bed of almost forty years.
Charlus Potter in the wizarding world was kind off considered to be the luckiest bastard alive. This was due to two different reasons.
The first one was that he was the Lord of the most prestigious family in Wizarding History. And the second was that his wife Dorea Potter nee Black was still to this day considered to be the most beautiful woman of the century.
"What is the matter dear?" Dorea Potter, nee Black, the Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter questioned her husband.
Charlus turned back to his wife and smiled. He still didn't know what he did to deserve such a beautiful wife. Hell people to this day were still surprised that the two had gotten married. The Potter and Blacks came from polar opposite political beliefs, and no one could have ever imagined a pairing between the two. But it still happened. Perks of actually fighting a war side by side with your brother in law. After all, brotherhoods formed in the war were said to be the strongest of all. Regardless of his good luck he sure as hell was not complaining about it.
"A summons from Snaggletooth." He sighed. This afternoon, their Lord and Lady rings had miraculously disappeared. Charlus had panicked at first but had then relaxed as he knew that there would be a reason for that.
Magic had weird ways to it. Several mysteries could not be answered. He had chalked it up to another weird occurrence.
"What does the little devil want now?" She questioned, her tone laced with humor.
Charlus shrugged.
"Merlin knows what. But I think it's because of the incident this afternoon." He grumbled.
Dorea watched her husband fuss around with amusement.
"Are you pouting, Charlus Potter?" She smirked at the man's behavior, enjoying the view of childish petulance from a man that was an army killer.
"Bloody goblins. Had to call me now, of all time." He grumbled unhappily.
"You are such a baby." She shook her head in fond exasperation.
"Come on, you should go. We can have our fun later." She whispered huskily, nibbling his earlobe.
"Really?" He asked too hopefully for his liking. "Yes." Came the reply in a seductive tone.
Charlus walked out of the room almost giddily. This was a game of sorts that he and his wife played all the time. The two of them behaved in a childish way when they were alone. But in public, they had an image to uphold. They were the Lord and Lady of one of the most prestigious families in Great Britain.
They didn't have the privilege to have children for so long. It was years after their marriage that Mother Magic had blessed them with a son. James was a blessing to their small family. He and his wife had never been happier in their life.
His son was growing into a wonderful young man. He was among the top of his class and was currently in his fourth year at Hogwarts. He was a mischievous lad who had a knack for getting into trouble, but Charlus wouldn't have it any other way.
Charlus disapparated from the front of his Manor before appearing in Diagon Alley.
As he walked towards the Gringotts bank, he easily caught the attention of the people around who had immediately started staring and whispering at him.
This was nothing out of the ordinary. It was not often that the Legendary Potter Lord was seen in public. And when he did attend the Wizengamot meetings, he was used to being stared at and pointed out. He made his way towards the entrance of the bank with practised ease and grace.
"Greetings, honourable Goblin." He spoke with a short bow. The Goblin guard instantly bowed back in respect.
"Greetings, Lord Potter. If you would be kind enough to follow me, Snaggletooth and Bearclaw are expecting you."
Charlus frowned in surprise.
"Arcturus is here?" The goblin nodded.
'Strange.' He thought and his thoughts were filled with various scenarios of the impending meeting. Sure enough, he arrived just in time to see his brother-in-law and old friend Arcturus standing in the lobby.
"Arcturus?" The other elderly man turned around and his stormy grey eyes warmed considerably. A small smile played on his lips as he extended his hand.
"Charlus. This is a surprise." Arcturus shook the man's hand.
"What are you doing here?" Charlus asked before he noticed the missing ring on his finger.
"You too?" Arcturus questioned with surprise and received a grim nod.
"I believe that I would be the best-suited person to explain what is going on here."
Snaggletooth interrupted their conversation.
"And trust me, gentlemen, you will be pleasantly surprised when you learn of the incident that took place this afternoon, that coincidentally leads to your missing ring," Snaggletooth said as he led them deeper into Gringotts.
The two older men looked at one another before turning and following the older goblin who motioned to follow them.
"Where are we going?" Charlie questioned.
"All will be cleared soon, Lord Potter," Snaggletooth assured.
"And, how is that beautiful wife of yours, Charlus?" Snaggletooth questioned the man.
"Ah, she would be happy to know that you asked about her. But as of now, she is fine." Charlus pointed out.
"I hope so. Though, I fear what her reaction would be if she learns of this matter. The last time I had young James have a small drink, I still sometimes feel my ears ringing after she was done with me." Snaggletooth grimaced.
A bout of laughter was shared at his expense. "And you, Lord Black. I see that your daughter in law is very keen on having your granddaughters married."
Arcturus scowled. "I curse fate for letting that sow marry into my family."
Charlus nodded. He certainly knew how unpleasant Walburga Black was.
"You have to do something about that, Arcturus. If you let the woman remain this way, she will be the downfall of all your hard work. It's out of respect for you, that I let the bitch live. I would have cleaved her heart out with my bare hands for the way she speaks to Dorea." Charlus growled, his eyes flashing at the mention of his niece in law.
"I get it. If not for my spineless son, I would have killed the fucking hag myself." Arcturus replied vehemently.
"Sirius already hates the woman, Arcturus. He doesn't like that woman. His eyes show rage toward his mother. Hating his mother, especially someone like Sirius, you have to see all the signs, old friend. This is just too much. Sooner or later your grandchildren will be pushed to the lines of no coming back." Charlus warned.
"She is trying to fill the girls' heads against their aunt. Dorea doesn't show it, but she is pained by that." Charlus explained as he continued.
"Gentlemen, if you will." Bearclaw interrupted what he knew was an old conversation.
"We will be meeting our person of interest now." He opened a door that led to the medical infirmary of the goblins.
The two older men noticed two occupants in the wing. One was a very beautiful young woman with shoulder-length honey blonde hair. The second person was the one who caught their attention. A young man was sleeping on the bed. He was tall and muscular and his body was littered with scars. Deep gashes covering his chest and a puncture like wound on his right forearm.
What was more interesting was the familiar pair of rings that adorned his fingers
"Lord Black, Lord Potter. Meet Harry James Potter Black." Snaggletooth introduced the sleeping young man.
"Your grandnephew and your grandson." He finished solemnly.
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The two elderly men gaped at the goblin. Their eyes drifted from the sleeping boy to the elderly goblin to each other.
It was Charlus that broke the staring contest.
"If this is your idea of revenge for that prank I pulled when my father brought me here for the second time, it's a very bad one, Snaggletooth." Charlus hissed, his eyes not leaving the young man.
"I can assure you, Charlus. I am not joking. Not with such an important matter at hand." Snaggletooth pointed out softly.
"But….but how is that possible?" Charlus was now confused. "My son is still at Hogwarts. Hel,l he is just 14 years old for Merlin's sake." The two goblins nodded grimly.
"That leaves only one explanation. Time travel." Bearclaw finished.
"Impossible," Arcturus growled, but before he could go on, another cry of surprise shook them.
"What?!" Daphne Greengrass cried out, her eyes wide.
"Time travel?" She questioned the older goblin.
"Yes, my child." Snaggletooth said softly pity making its way into his tone.
"But...but how...why.."
"As the young Ms put forward, we would like to know how, as well." Charlus Potter questioned.
"We are not able to tell you." Snaggletooth answered. "The only man who can answer this question is the young man himself."
The two elderly man watched as the girl paled. "What year is this?" She questioned.
"1st of January 1973." Bear law replied.
"Oh...Merlin." Her eyes filled with tears and she began to shake. Her father, mother, sister. Everything was gone. She had no one.
She felt scared. She felt alone for the first time in her life.
"Is there something that I can do? Can I go back?" The desperation in her voice hit the two older men hard.
"I am afraid not, Ms Greengrass. There has been no evidence of a situation like this one in which you find yourself in. Honestly, we are just as puzzled and confused as the three of you are. I doubt even the Spooks could provide an answer to your question." A new voice spoke and the three humans for the first time noticed an older goblin. Older than Snaggletooth.
The goblins immediately bowed down.
The older men bowed in greeting as they were face to face with the most powerful goblin of the Goblin nation.
"Overlord Ragnok." The two men bowed in respect and the girl stood up hastily, correcting her dress.
"I can't begin to understand the emotions that you are undergoing, my child. I am truly sorry for your condition. But as I said, it is not possible to jump back in time, when we don't have the understanding of how or what compelled the situation to come to this stage." Ragnok said apologetically.
The girl sagged as a few more drops of tears rolled out of her eyes.
"Are you related to Lord Marcus Greengrass?" Arcturus questioned the girl who nodded.
"He was my grandfather." She shrugged.
It was at that moment that a loud bang was heard and the occupants turned back to the bed. The young man on the bed had started to thrash around in his state. But what took them by surprise was the amount of magic that seemed to be rolling off of him in waves.
He then began to whimper in his sleep, and suddenly, his body began to violently convulse. A scream ripped the air and the others were horrified when a few of his wounds opened up and he began to bleed once more.
"What is happening?" Ragnok questioned urgently. The goblin healers around the boy worked upon something frantically before they turned back to answer their Overlord.
"We could diagnose the curse, my lord. But to treat the curse that has caused that deep gash, we need to inject some manticore venom into his wound. A drop would be sufficient, but his body is reacting violently to the poison. The venom seems to become nullified as soon as it touches his bloodstream. But his magic is reacting to the forced entry as a hostile. "
"How is that even…." He trailed off as the boy suddenly sat up, his eyes glowing brightly. As quickly as his feet touched the ground, his wand was in his hand and as quickly as possible, he was off and body binds had left his wands with blistering pace.
He came to a stop, limping on his leg. His eyes moved over the entire room, observing every nook and cranny. He had nullified the threat around him.
"Funny thing, venoms." He muttered as he rummaged through the various potion ingredients on the table.
"Sometimes, a drop of it can cause unimaginable pain. Bring down emperors, dictators, politicians and deadly beasts if necessary." He uncorked a vial before gulping down the contents of it. Before gagging at the foul taste.
"Bloody fucking potions." He grumbled.
"Now when people I don't know try to force down something as dangerous and deadly as manticore venom into my body, I guess I have to respond in kind." He grinned but that was wiped off his face as quickly as it arrived.
He casually walked forward as he dragged a chair next to his bed and sat in front of the bound men.
"Who are you?"
"Lord Potter. I urge you to calm down. We are in Gringotts infirmary." Snaggletooth replied.
"Where I was about to be poisoned." He finished. He closed his eyes and began a chant and all of a sudden, his body glowed brilliantly before his new wounds were stitched and cured.
"I am not a fool, Snaggletooth. I want to know what the fuck were you doing and why are there two dead men in here." He said, pointing to his grandfather and grand uncle.
"Poison!? I assure you, young man that manticore venom was to heal a curse that had hit you. Not for the reasons you are thinking." Ragnok spoke cordially.
"Ahh, Overlord Ragnok." Harry nodded.
"I wish that it was a pleasure to see you, but assuming that you and your people tried to kill me a while back, I can't."
"So, before I raze this place to the ground, I want answers. Believe me, I know how to get them and you as well as anyone else knows what I can do. And if you doubt my abilities let me assure you, the surprise get will not be one that you like." Harry growled as a heavy green mist of magic formed around his body. Adding to his overall menacing stature.
"I broke into this place and exited it and brought half the place down. Don't make me repeat it." He finished.
"You broke into Gringotts?" Harry noticed the feminine voice for the first time.
His memory went into overload. He dwelled deep into his mind, and he came across blanks in there. After learning and disposing of the horcrux in his scar Harry had taken the art of protecting his mind very seriously. He had been wary of it ever since he had learnt what master Legilimens could do. Sirius's case, was the prime example of that.
His vision was suddenly back to Hogwarts.
He was walking back to the Black Lake. He had taken to spending his time outside more than inside. He was left alone. Many knew not to cross him. His face and expression alone were enough to send shivers down their spines.
He had leaned back and his head rested on the tree trunk. His eyes drifted to the sunset across the Black Lake. He had said it before during his first year and he would say it again. He had never seen anything as beautiful as Hogwarts in his life. The one place where he would always feel at home.
This particular tree held a place in his heart. Why? The small engraving that held a J and a L in beautiful style and a heart closed above it.
This tree was a witness to their love. His parents love. And fittingly so, he had found comfort at its base. It seemed poetic. For some reason he always calmed down when he came to this tree. It felt like his parents were there and embracing him whenever he was at its base.
"Potter?" A soft sound interrupted his thoughts, and he was facing one Daphne Greengrass, the Head Girl of Hogwarts and seventh year Slytherin.
"It's getting late. You need to head inside." She said and Harry felt the girl, hesitant to speak. He didn't speak.
"I am speaking to you, Mr Potter. Please get inside. It's getting late."
Harry didn't reply.
The girl huffed in frustration. "You are very arrogant, Potter. Don't you know it's impolite to not respond to a lady?" Harry snorted mentally.
"Thank You." His voice could freeze ice and he smirked mentally when he saw the girl shudder. She didn't speak a word for sometime. She just continued to watch him, before walking away, frustrated with his lack of response.
That was his first meeting with Greengrass. And suddenly, his mind was bombarded with memories. Memories that had been blocked. Memories of the very same girl. The time they had spent together. The holding of hands, the dinner dates. The kisses and the fulfilment of love. And when the final memory had trickled in, he stumbled forward.
He had been engaged to Daphne Greengrass. They had been happily and madly in love with each other.
His memory just retrieved the last fight. The ambush.
His eyes opened and his eyes met Daphne's cold blue eyes. He wanted to say something, but he held himself back. The girl looked on the verge of panic. He didn't want to bombard her with this information. He would let her regain her memory. Slowly.
What was confusing was the presence of two men, who he very much knew to be dead.
How were Charlus Potter and Arcturus Black alive? Either he had gone crazy. Or he was hallucinating.
"What is going on here?" He questioned the goblins.
The three Goblins looked at each other before nodding.
"You have come back in time, Mr Potter." Ragnock said, taking the role of the spokesperson.
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"Okay." Harry sighed as he rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You are now positively trying to get me to bring down this entire place in search of answers."
"It would be greatly appreciated if you would release us young man, and also if you'd leave this bank unscratched." Overlord Ragnok interrupted.
Harry snapped his fingers and their binds were released. The older men were suitably impressed at the use of wandless magic.
"Now, why don't we sit down and talk." The men took their seats around a table.
"What year is it?" Harry asked
"1st of January, 1973," Ragnok informed.
"Fucking crap!" Harry growled twirling his wand casually between his fingers.
Daphne frowned at his blatant use of crass words. For some reason she didn't feel the need to correct him.
"Voldemort?" Harry asked the goblin and the older men who frowned. Harry too quickly took note of the absence of flinches around the table, though Daphne hid it well.
"Who?" His grandfather questioned with confusion.
Harry set his eyes on his grandfather for the first time in his life. There were no portraits of his grandfather or his grandmother at his family manor, which had saddened him.
He was tall, broad shoulders and chest. He had trimmed his hair short and his strong jawline brought out the handsomeness of his features. Hazel eyes stood out, with power.
He had a gentle smile playing on his face and Harry felt at ease with the man.
He then looked at Lord Black. There had been a portrait of his at Grimmauld Place.
Sirius Black might not let him hear the end of this, but he was so much like his grandfather at first glance.
Stormy grey eyes, calculating expression, the aristocratic features that screamed Black.
A quintessential Slytherin. His Godfather had spoken of him.
"Probably the worst Dark Lord to roam the lands of Britain." He said and the older men perked up.
"A topic for another time." He waved them off before they could pursue that line of thought.
"Do you know why we are here or what brought us here?" Harry questioned and his heart sunk when he received negative answers.
"Ok. How do I go back?" He again received a negative response.
He slumped in his chair. He had run out of every possible option. He had come back in time. There was Tom, still alive. Nobody knew him and that meant he still had not made his name popular enough.
It was then that a startling revelation struck him. His parents were alive. His family was still living. Happily.
He turned back to his grandfather. The man was watching him with interest and curiosity.
"James Potter?" Charlus nodded.
"My son. He is in his fourth year." Charlus answered.
"Good. Good." Harry stood up.
"Can you excuse me for a while?" He didn't bother waiting for a reply. He just walked out of the room.
Daphne watched as the young man exited the room. It didn't take a genius to figure out what his feelings were. She felt a bit happy for the boy. She would be too if her dead parents were suddenly alive.
"What was that about?" Charlus frowned.
Daphne spoke this time.
"It's hard for him, sir." She replied.
"His parents, that is your son and daughter in law, were killed by the man he asked you off a while ago. Lord Voldemort."
Charlus stiffened in his seat. "What?"
"Yes sir. He lost his parents when he was one year old. That is what most of us know." Daphne explained
"What do you mean most of us?" Arcturus questioned the girl.
"I mean, Harry Potter somehow caused the downfall of the Dark Lord that night when he lost his parents. He was hailed as the Boy who lived. He grew up to be very famous. A household name. The reason is he is the only known person to survive the Killing Curse." She explained to the now interested audience. They were dumbfounded. Especially at the last bit.
"Impossible." Bearclaw ground out.
"Oh, I assure you, it was possible. I was the fucking example for that. Not once. But twice." Harry had returned, and Daphne gulped when she felt his eye on her.
"It is not possible to survive a killing curse at any cost unless you have a brilliant mother." He smiled in the memory of his mother. That night in the Forbidden forest.
He had researched every single thing possible to know why he survived. He would have been happy with Dumbledore's explanation, but that man was a lying and scheming son of a bitch.
The results of the research were found to be fruitful. It was an obscure ritual that his mother had found in the Potter Library. Suffice to say, his mother had pulled off something that managed to derail Dumbledore as well.
"But, I have to be frank. And don't think that I am crazy, but I was not the only one to survive the killing curse that night." He finished.
Daphne frowned and his grandfather and grand uncle looked confused.
"Ahh. Well this might be a long tale. But I want you people to know this. Especially the two of you." He nodded to the older men. His eyes suddenly went rigid.
"All of this started eight years ago, on Samahaim."
Charlus suddenly interrupted his grandson.
"Harry. If you will.." Harry nodded.
"I think that your grandmother should be here." Harry swallowed hard. His grandmother. He nodded and Charlus got up and left for the floo.
Harry watched Daphne Greengrass staring into space.
"Potter." Harry sighed. This was for the tenth time that she had decided to interrupt his time in front of his tree.
"Greengrass. What do you want?" Harry spoke coldly
Greengrass huffed.
"Come on, Potter. You are making this difficult." She spoke.
"I have been wanting you to ask me to sit down and speak to me. But you, being the Ice Prince that you are, just glare and hum and grunt." She pointed out.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Daphne defended herself. "You are very scary, you know."
Harry shook his head.
"Oh don't flatter yourself, Potter. I know that you are all big and bad and yummy, but you have a long way to go before you think you can have your way with me." Daphne spoke imperiously.
Harry coughed into his palm. He stared back at the girl who had a smirk on her face. For the first time in probably many days, Harry threw his head back and chuckled.
Daphne had an amazed and stunned expression on her face. Her eyes had gone wide.
"What?" Harry smiled at the girl. It was a small smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.
"I am not a complete stone, Greengrass." He chuckled as he patted a seat next to him.
Daphne was stunned.
"Huh. Look at that. I managed to make the Ice Prince laugh." She suddenly began to laugh as she took her place next to the boy.
"Lord Potter." Harry shook his head to clear the memories. As Snaggletooth addressed him
"You seem lost." He continued with an open ended statement.
Harry nodded. "Memories." He said.
Before anything else could be spoken, voices were heard and Harry watched as his Grandfather led a beautiful woman behind him. He knew instantly that this was his Grandmother. Dorea Potter.
The woman lit up as she saw her brother sitting in a seat. She hastily moved towards him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"Arcturus? How are you?" She questioned the man who looked amused
"I am good, dear sister. I don't know why you ask even though you met me not a week ago." His amusement was not lost on the woman who smacked his shoulder.
Dorea then noticed the young people sitting across them. Her breath hitched in her chest when she saw the young man in front of her. She was not her James. He was older and broader than her son. He was tall, but he looked a lot like her husband and herself. At first glance, her mind froze at the implication. He looked as if he was born out of wedlock, to some mistress, but that quickly left her. He had the familiar Black features on his face.
"Charlus. Who is that?" She questioned her husband
Charlus and Arcturus shared a look between them.
"Dor, his name is Harry." They glanced at each other again.
"He is your grandson."
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Dorea couldn't help but gape at the young man. She then rounded upon the two older men.
"If this is your idea of a prank, it is a very bad one, Charlus Potter." She placed her hands on her hips. Her famous temper, coming to the forefront.
"Dor. It's true. We are not pranking." Dorea turned back to the young man. The resemblance to her husband and son was striking. But she could see the very prominent features of her own family in him.
"But… but…"
Harry decided to take pity on the poor woman.
"I can explain. But before that, I want all of you to be seated and stay calm."
Harry then began his tale. He went on to explain a bit about his life. It was a tale of blood, sweat, tears, death and loss.
Harry briefly explained his days with the Dursleys. The cursory explanation of his years at Hogwarts.
The explanations regarding Tom Marvolo Riddle.
"Well, the man has a point in his claim. He is the descendant of the Slytherin line. But that made him the flocking point of all the wealthy purebloods in Slytherin. And that sadly included your granddaughters and grandson, Lord Black." Arcturus was surprised.
"What?"
"Your granddaughter, Bellatrix. She became his most loyal. A sadistic bitch and probably the most dangerous and cruel woman in the history of this Wizarding World." Harry pointed out.
"I don't know how, but she lost her mind. Married to Lestrange. She then tortured Frank Longbottom and his wife to insanity.
"Andromeda Black, was the most sanest of you Blacks. But, your bitch of a daughter in law disowned her because she married a muggleborn." He sneered here.
"That didn't deter the woman. She went on with her life. A happy life. She had a daughter. A credit to your family name. A powerful and a dangerously brilliant Auror. And a metamorphmagus."
Arcturus perked up at that information.
"It was Bellatrix that killed her." That caused the man to descend into a coughing fit. Family killing family that was practically unheard off. Even in the Grindelwald war his older siblings had refused to fight him if they met on the field.
"The next one, was my favorite person in your entire family. Sirius Black. My Godfather. And God bless that man." Harry smiled at the mention of the easy going Marauder.
"The only paternal figure who didn't expect anything from me. Who only wanted to take me away from all this madness. Who wanted nothing more than me living happily." He pointed out.
"Sadly, he was also killed by Bellatrix too." Harry muttered and Arcturus felt disgusted.
"That leaves us with Narcissa. The one who gave me a rebirth, to be honest. She lied to the face of the Dark Lord who would have killed her without a second thought. She then became a lifeline to me. She helped me pass through the traumas of the war. She then sat me down and told me about my legacy." He finished.
"All this, was caused by a power hungry son of a bitch who chose a wrong moment to say hello and a very meddling old goat who decided that in all his wisdom, he would have to follow a stupid prophecy of all things." Harry explained.
The others sat shell shocked by what they had heard, each lost in their own thoughts.
Harry felt a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up and met his grandmother's tearful grey eyes.
"I would have not been sane if I had faced anything of that sort at your age. You must be proud of yourself, dear." She pointed out.
Harry nodded. He felt light for the first time in his life. True, Narcissa had helped him by listening to him, but speaking to his grandparents, lightened a heavy burden on his shoulders.
"What about that Dark Lord?" Ragnok questioned. "You said that you went on a quest, that you finally figured out how to kill him once and for all."
Harry suddenly went grim.
"Yes. He was a brilliant student, Tom. Best in generations. He could achieve magic that many struggled with. A titan of magic. But in his thirst to solidify his legacy, his own legacy, he dwelled into forbidden magic that nobody should ever look into.
He made Horcruxes." Harry knew that they would understand what it was.
And accordingly, the elders and goblins paled at his information.
"H..horcruxes?" Snaggletooth stuttered.
"As in plural?" Harry nodded.
"But I will see to it that they are destroyed once more. Though, I can't make a move till he comes out. And knowing him, it won't be long, and it will be with style." Harry finished.
"What will you do, until then?" It was his grandmother. Harry shrugged.
"I honestly don't know."
Dorea pulled Charlus aside. The two continued speaking in hushed tones and after a few minutes, approached Harry.
"Will you come and live with us?" Harry was surprised by the question. He stared at the couple.
The older couple shuffled nervously.
"Why?" He questioned blandly.
"Really? That is the best thing you can come up with?" Daphne was the one to question the boy.
She blushed under the collective gaze of the others but composed herself.
"You are stupid, Potter. They are asking you to live with them because they are your family. Or have you forgotten that so quickly?"
"Merlin, you Gryffindor idiots are so dumb." She pointed out.
Dorea smirked at the affronted look that the two Potter men sported.
"Slytherin?" The girl grinned slightly before nodding.
"Figured that out. It's us that can identify Gryffindors from their silly questions."
"But, what am I doing here?" She questioned after a bout of silence.
"Why am I brought back in time?"
Harry was about to point out what had taken place but decided against it.
Harry swiftly moved to the girl and held out his hand. The girl glanced at the boy and blushed slightly before she took his hand.
"We were good friends, Ms Greengrass. That is the reason you were thrown here along with me. We were together when something happened to throw us back." He calmly explained.
Daphne frowned. "But I don't remember anything." She pointed out looking downwards.
Harry leaned forward and raised her head with his fingers under her chin.
"I am sorry, but please bear with me." He said to the now pink-faced girl.
Daphne suddenly felt pressure on her mental shields. She tightened her shields. She knew that it was Potter. But this attack was gentle. Like it was seeking permission to enter her mind.
Daphne relented. And suddenly, she felt a few memories tumble into her brain.
She watched the memories play. Her first meeting with Harry. Their friendship. The time they spent together with each other. She felt a few places go blank in her memory.
She shook her head as the pressure released and her head felt light. She stared back into his green eyes.
"Why are there certain blanks here and there?" Harry shrugged.
"That my dear, should be figured out by you. Don't worry. You will remember it very soon." Harry assured the girl.
Harry had not let the girl's hand go, but a cough from the others in the room made him remove his hand hastily.
"About our question?" Dorea questioned the boy, excited by his prospective answer which she could already guess.
Harry sighed. He could not escape this. Especially once his grandmother was committed to it. Harry could not bring himself to say no to her.
"But what about James?" Harry questioned.
"What about him?" Charlus asked.
"It won't be fair on my part nor his, if I didn't tell him the truth." Harry pointed out.
The room became silent as his question made sense.
It was Arcturus that came up with an answer.
"I think we don't need to let anyone know." He said.
"You, Harry, will now be the head of both our families. That won't change." He pointed out.
"But, you two are still alive. Not to mention you have your heirs." Harry pointed out.
"Yes. But we don't want it that way." Arcturus pointed out.
"Now, we have a fitting heir to both our families. My sons are not fit for the house of Black. One is a yes man to a mad woman and the other is to lazy to be competent. And my grandson Sirius has become disillusioned with the family and wants nothing to do with it. My nephew James while being the heir is not well versed with the ways of the world and hence would not be a better choice." Charlus and Dorea could only nod at Artucus explanation.
"We will remain as your proxies and attend the Wizengamot. But, we will look for a time to announce that there is a new Lord to our families." He explained.
"You will be in charge of your family, Harry. You make the decisions. Any contracts, alliances and what not will need your approval." Arcturus finished.
Harry was silent all the time. He listened to what his granduncle had to say. The arguement was beginning to get to him. With this power he could do a lot of things including robbing Voldemort of his strongest lieutenant and making sure Narcissa was not in a miserable marriage.
"Now, there is no way that you will be abused as some bastard or anything. You will be the eldest son of Charlus and Dorea Potter who was privately tutored. The reasons were unwanted. Nobody would dare question mine or Charlus' decision." Artucus informed him confidently.
Harry was still silent. He then watched his grandfather and grandmother watching him expectantly. How could he say no to their faces? Their expectant faces were killing him from inside to not disagree. He decided that he would be selfish this time. He decided that he would take this chance. A chance he longed for such a long amount of time.
"Ok." He whispered as he was gathered in a hug by Dorea who held him strongly to herself. Harry slowly, but surely hugged the woman back and smiled.
"Well, happy news all around. But I have a question, Lord Potter." Ragnok interrupted.
"Why are the wards of the bank informing me that we have an intruder at the bank and surprisingly, you are that intruder?"
Harry suddenly looked sheepishly at the others questioning glance.
"Um...well, it's like this. I was desperate to get some results and I probably planned a very brilliant idea." He grinned slightly.
"As I said, we had planned a hunt to search for their abominations, and we got information that there was one of them here, in the Lestrange Vault. So, me and my friends broke into the bank, using a polyjuice potion and the help of a goblin." The others were now staring at Harry as if he was the most foolish person in the world.
"Well, we got on fine, but the damn goblin betrayed us in the end. Well, me being the Gryffindor that I am, hatched a plan. We saw the dragon that was guarding the Lestrange Vault.
Guess what? I thought it was a wonderful time to go flying." He shrugged.
He was amused at the open mouths of the people around him and goblins too.
"Ok. We must have him tested, dear." Dorea muttered to her husband who nodded dumbly, before a proud grin etched his face.
"That's my boy. Just like me. A daredevil."
Harry smiled softly, but Dorea frowned.
"He is just like you. A silly boy."
"What more can you expect from them? They are Gryffindors afterall." Daphne interjected.
Dorea smiled at the girl before interlinking her arms with hers. "You couldn't be more right, dear. Come on, it's time to go home." The two women walked away leaving the males behind.
"Women." Charlus sighed, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Can't live with them, can't live without them." Harry nodded.
"Come on. There is somebody waiting for you back home. I think he would be pleased to meet you."
Harry nodded and stood up, his body still sore from the injuries.
"You might want to show those to your mother. She would go bonkers if the best healer that Wizarding Britain has seen in recent times, forgot to treat her own son. Get ready to be fussed over, son." Harry chuckled mischievously.
Harry eyed the man warily before relenting.
"Take a week, Harry. Rest well. And then, I hope I will see you at Grimmauld Place next Saturday. The kids will be leaving for Hogwarts this Sunday." Harry nodded.
But he didn't want to. Not for the man, no. It's because he absolutely hated Walburga Black. And he had to see Bellatrix Black.
But now that he was a Lord of the family, he would make sure that his families are not destroyed. Not by Tom. Not by Walburga. Not by anyone if he had anything to say about it.
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Harry appeared in front of his family manor. It stood as always, just like from his time. The proud manor of the Potters.
He was motioned by his father to follow him. He nervously walked behind the older man. Charlus didn't take long to catch onto his train of thought.
"He will love you, Harry. Don't worry. Even she would be happy to see you." Harry frowned.
"She?" Charlus nodded.
"My mother. Euphemia Potter." Harry froze mid-step.
"My Great grandmother?" Charlus nodded.
Now, Harry felt nervous. This suddenly became tough.
Harry followed his grandfather...uhmm...father now, and he heard noises in the sitting room.
"Is he cool?" Harry heard a voice ask.
"Oh, he is very cool. Your brother is probably the strongest wizard I have ever seen in my life." Daphne was saying.
"Really?" A voice asked.
"Stronger than dad?"
It was at that moment that Charlus and Harry walked into the room. They took in the occupants inside.
Harry took in his father. The very same handsome face of his grandfather, but with the cheekbones of his grandmother. The perfect blend of both the Potter and Black features. His father would grow up to be extremely handsome. The mischievous hazel eyes and the birds nest that the Potters call hair.
Harry was probably the luckiest of the Potters. He had half straight hair and let it long, till his shoulders. It still contained his messiness, but it was toned down.
Charlus nodded. "Your brother is very powerful, James. More than your old man."
The young boy rushed towards him and came to a stop. The boy was taller than he had been at the same age.
"Harry?" Harry nodded. James smiled.
"Where were you all these years?"
Harry smiled softly. "Here and there. Studying." James frowned.
"Why? They say that Hogwarts is the best." Harry hummed.
"True. But they don't teach certain things in Hogwarts. Not things that I wanted to learn. Let's just say that now, I can certainly destroy anybody who tries to touch my family, without breaking a sweat." James nodded his eyes gleaming with awe at the information he was given.
"It's getting late. Why don't you go and get some sleep? We will speak in the morning." James nodded reluctantly, wanting to know more about his elder brother. He rushed towards his mother and placed a kiss on her cheek before doing the same to his grandmother.
He disappeared upstairs waving to Daphne.
"So, Harry James Potter Black?" Harry heard the old lady address him. She walked up to him with practiced grace.
Long blonde hair, that was whitening with age, black eyes, shining with intelligence and wisdom.
Harry gulped. He felt like a kid in front of this woman.
"Yes, mam." He nodded. The woman continued to evaluate him.
She then smiled as she patted his cheek.
"Look at you. Such a handsome young man." Harry smiled.
"Thank you."
"My name is Euphemia, dear. And I am your grandmother." Harry nodded. He wanted to speak something, but he was interrupted.
"The two of you are probably tired. It's been a long day. We will speak in the morning. Go and get some rest." She leaned forward and kissed him on the top of his head as he bent forward.
Harry was dead on his feet. The day had taken a toll on him. He nodded and followed the house-elf upstairs.
He needed a long and refreshing sleep.
TBC-----
Comments
LT Butterfly287
Honestly the constant sneers and combative attitude towards everything was exhausting to read.
Alreadyhome
So far, so good. These memory issues are because things things haven't happened yet in this timeline? Or maybe because they change things so that they WON'T happen at all? Here's a real question instead of just random thoughts about the situation: Why doesn't this story have tags to limit only this story, and the download as epub or pdf options? I can work around it, but I prefer to read offline, so I notice these things more when a story catches my eye.
