The Hogwarts Royals.

AN: Ok here is the sequel to The Troubles of Being a Royal. The first chapter will be set a four private drive. Harry is going to get a little revenge. You see the Dursley’s knew of Harry’s royal heritage as well as his magical heritage. They of course neglected to mention that fact along side the fact Harry was a wizard and also a prince and now a king. Ginny will come along for the ride.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do not own any of the Princess Diaries characters either. They belong to Meg Cabot. I also do not own the prince and me it belongs to Martha Coolidge.


Harry Potter And The Hogwarts Royals
Prologue


It was the day before Harry and the others were due to return to repeat their final year at Hogwarts and Ginny to enter her seventh year for the first time.

Harry sighed as he gathered his new school robes and supplies. They were back in England and were staying at Sirius and Remus’s place. Harry was dreading returning to school, as was Ginny. Harry realised the day before whilst out in Diagon Alley with his wife that no matter what he would always be known as they boy who lived or the boy who defeated the dark lord. But now that the activities of his and the others summer had reached the papers all over the wizarding world. He realised there would never be any chance of escaping fame. He was the boy who lived and the boy who defeated the dark lord. But now he was also his majesty Harry James Potter the third king of France.

What student returning to Hogwarts for their seventh year or to repeat said year, could truthfully declared that they were told over the summer holidays they were the crowned prince of a European country, and became king of said country less then two weeks ago. Or could say they were married to the woman they had secretly been in love with since they were sixteen, and had just married and made her Mrs. Potter and a princess and finally a queen of the same European country in just a mere month.

They had been in Diagon Alley buying their new school uniforms and school supplies when they had been mobbed in Flourish and Blotts.

Flash Back:

Ginny had been happily eyeing a quill she really wanted. It was a phoenix feather that wrote all the colours of the rainbow with the added colours in different shades and tones. The ink would never drain and the quill would never become tattered or blunt.

It felt strange to her to be able to buy whatever she desired. Of course the Weasley’s had been by no mean poor once Arthur Weasley had been elected as minister of magic, they were rather a quite wealthy family and known in the wizarding world. It was just now that she was a billion heiress while her family was now quite rich in their own right; they were by no means billion heirs.

Ginny had been about to pick up the quill and take it to the till to pay for it when someone had tapped her on the shoulder and a bright flash had almost blinded her. She had turned and froze in stunned horror. For there behind her were at least a hundred people and twenty reporters out side the window. They were all trying to shake her hand or get her to give them her autograph.

Ginny quickly tapped into hers and Harry’s link and clearly panicking as she told Harry ~Harry help me. I’m being surrounded by at least a hundred people inside of Flourish and Blotts. There are at least twenty reporters out side the window. I’m cornered Harry, how the bloody hell am I honestly expected to get out of this in one piece?~

The answer that came filled her were annoyance. She hated this and she had been barely back in England a week. ~Gin I’m in the same situation in Madam Malkin’s. Look Gin you got your apperating license over the summer, put it to good use and apperate back to the apperating point at home. I will be there to meet you~

Ginny did as she was told and quickly apparated to the apperating point out side Sirius and Remus’s place. With in seconds she was joined by Harry. Who looked more pissed then she had ever seen him.

Harry took hold of Ginny’s hand and walked at a fast pace up to the main door. He said the password and the door opened and closed behind Ginny. Harry let go of her hand once inside. He stormed into to the kitchen fuming.

End of flash back.

They had returned later on that day under disguise. Harry’s long jet black hair became fiery red instead and his eyes became hazel brown. His glasses became oval shaped and gold framed. His nose became slightly pointed in an aristocratic way. His cheek bones were less high then normal. And he used a concealing charm to cover his scar.

Ginny on the other hand opted for green eyes raven black hair high cheek bones a slightly larger nose and a slightly broader chin. But still she looked lovely as usual. In short she and Harry had mixed up their own appearances slightly.

Harry was just finishing packing his things when Ginny entered with a bottle of butter beer. He accepted the bottle and a gentle kiss from his wife. He grinned as he thought back on the events of that day.

Flash back:

Harry had decided when he woke that morning that he was going to pay one last visit to the Dursley’s. He had been going through some of his old clothes when he had come across an old over sized t shirt belonging to his whale sized cousin Dudley Dursley. He had the feeling his aunt and uncle had more then neglected to mention how his parents had been killed, or the fact he was a wizard. Naturally Petunia and Vernon would have been aware of the fact James Potter had been the crowned prince of a rather large European country.

And of course with James getting engaged to her younger sister and his mother Lily She would automatically be in line to become the queen of said country once James had been crowned king. He knew for a fact they had known, seeing as the portrait of his parents had mentioned that Lily’s parents had indeed attended the wedding and coronation ceremonies. Harry had thought happily that pay back as they said was most certainly a bitch.

So that morning Harry and Ginny, who had insisted she to also wanted to give the Dursley’s a piece of her mind for everything they had ever done to Harry. So she had come along with Harry, who had more then agreed besides who was he to deny her something she was sure to enjoy. So he and Ginny had changed the colour of their eyes, that was all that needed to be changed for their plan to work. Harry’s eyes became the same hazel brown of his fathers, while Ginny’s eyes had become the same emerald green as Harry and Lily’s.

They planned to scare the shit out of Petunia and Vernon by making them to begin with think James and Lily Potter had returned from the dead.

Before leaving they had grabbed some photos, making such they were of the magical kind. One photo was of them on their wedding day; another was of their coronation with them wearing their crowns. And another was of Harry back in his Seventh year the first time around in his Hogwarts uniform standing along side Ginny, Sirius, Remus Ron, Hermione Draco and Blaise. They were standing outside the main entrance to Hogwarts. Then the final photo was of the out side of the palace in France.

So they had apparated into an alley way not far from the park near to private drive. Harry realised instantly that it was the very same alley he and Dudley had been attacked in by the dementors during the summer before his fifth year.

He and Ginny walked a short distance from the park and on wards towards private drive. Once they reached private drive, they made their way to number four. Once they were at the end of the drive way Harry mumbled sarcastically “Welcome my queen to the hell that is number four private drive little Surry.” Ginny laughed and playfully cuffed him over the head.

Harry grinned and playfully kissed her nose and smiled slightly at the way her nose adorably scrunched up. He took hold of her hand and gave it an affection squeeze before leading her up the drive way to the front door of number four private drive, without letting her hand go.

Once at the door Harry pressed the bell then waited for one of his so called relatives to answer the door. Sure enough a few moments later Harry could see the thin out line of his aunt Petunia’s figure. She opened the door and froze in horror at the sight before her before she started screaming like a banshee. Ginny had been hard pressed to keep a straight face as she had linked to Harry telling him ~Merlin Harry she sounds like a banshee on crack and looks like a fucking horse~

Harry was close to hyperventilating as he resisted the urge to roar with laughter. Why the fuck did Ginny have to say that to him, especially at a time like then? He now had the image of his aunt with a horses face in green smoking crack and screaming. He sent the mental image to Ginny as pay back. Ginny nearly choked on her tongue as she bit back a hysterical fit of giggling.

She quickly recovered and got into character, she was going to try and pull off Lily Potter formally known as Evan’s. “Oh Petunia sister dearest do stop screaming like a banshee on crack. Is that any way to welcome your baby sister and brother in-law who have come back from the dead especially to have a little chat with your self and your husband and our delightful brother in-law Vernon?”

Harry managed to school his features into an overly sweet smile, while inwardly he was in awe of his wife, for that brief moment she could have well have been Lily Potter.

By now Petunia’s screams had attracted the attention of all the Dursley’s and much to Harry’s delight his aunt Marge. Oh was he going to have some fun here, oh yes indeed and of course the newest member of the family Lucy Dursley, Dudley’s wife. She had shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes. She was very pretty, but not as pretty as Ginny not by a long shot. Even a mere stranger would be able to clearly see Ginny was a lot prettier then the woman in front of them. She appeared to be far too good for Dudley and looked to deserve a hell of a lot better then that fat bloated mother fucker.

Harry grinned “Hello Petunia and Vernon of course. How nice to see you again. I and Lily thought we might as well come on over seeing as we were in Little Surry. Our son made sure to tell us how you and the rest of your family treated him. My self and Lily decided we’d better come and have a little chat about that hey Vernon.”

Vernon Dursley was looking horrified and more livid then Harry had possibly seen him before. Vernon boomed “Not blood likely you vermin freaks. You aren’t setting one single foot over my door you hear me not one foot.”

Harry and Ginny looked at each other and sighed before having their wands pointed at the Dursley’s before they had the chance to even blink. Harry smiled smugly and said a matter factley “Unlike my son Dursley I am an adult and a fully qualified wizard, meaning naturally I can use as much magic as I want and at any time I please without getting into trouble, unlike my son when he had been in your care.”

Harry and Ginny pushed past the Dursley’s their wand ends still aimed at the terrified Dursley’s. Terrified because they knew they could not use the illegal use of magic excuse against the man in front of them, they weren’t any longer dealing with a teenage wizard in training but a fully qualified adult wizard, a man and not a mere boy.

And naturally they not only had Harry to deal with but also Ginny as well, seeing as she had been given the permission by the French and British ministries to get her apperating license early and use magic outside of Hogwarts before she had even graduated. The fact she was the ministers daughter had nothing to do with that, the whole situation of her current status was the whole reason. If she was to be mobbed or attacked for a ransom she would need to be able to defend her self and apperate out of the situation quickly.

Once inside the living room of number four private drive Harry and Ginny had lowered their wands but had by no means returned them to the pocket of their suit jackets. Yes Harry and Ginny had come dressed in their finest muggle business wear wanting to rub in the wealth they now had and the Dursley didn’t.

Harry was dressed in an Armani dark coral suite, a scarlet silk shirt and matching silk tie. He was wearing a Rolex on his wrist. And a pair of Prada lace up shoes he normally used during meetings. His raven black hair was tied back neatly with a black leather cord.

Ginny on the other hand was dressed in a two piece suit in a dark mint green. It was a dress with thin straps that rested slightly off the shoulder, and was just four inches above her knee caps. The matching suit coat was the same length and had only three buttons in the middle. It was tight and obviously designer cut.

She was wearing slim back stiletto shoes in the same colour as her suit she was wearing a diamond bracelet and matching diamond earrings and necklace. Her hair had been twisted behind her head in an elegant knot, not a strand out of place. Her makeup was obviously done professionally it looked beautiful.

Naturally they both appeared to look rich and very important. And the Dursley’s caught onto this immediately when they took in their appearances in their living room. They noticed the glasses that Harry was wearing were still the same silver rounded frame style but were obviously more expensive and not national health.

Harry and Ginny were clearly enjoying themselves. Harry walked up to his aunt Marge and stood in front of her towering over her at six foot, compared to her five foot five inches. He looked down his nose at her in obvious distaste and contempt.

Harry casually waved his hand over his eyes in front of Marge. Her beady eyes widened to the size of saucers when Harry’s eyes changed from hazel brown to emerald green right before her very eyes. Ginny repeated his hand movement and her eyes changed from emerald green to dark chocolate brown right before the very eyes of the Dursley’s.

Harry smirked and said in a much deeper and richer baritone then it had been during the summer before his third year, his voice was like ice and had a sharp and dangerous edge to it “Hello Aunt Marge do you remember me? Tell me have you by any chance done any flying lately? The kind induced by a certain thirteen year old boy whom lost his temper and blew you up after you insulted his mother and father.”

Ginny smiled over sweetly and said “oh well I suppose I better reintroduce my self to the family shouldn’t Harry love?” She walked over to Harry and was immediately held protectively around her waist by Harry. “I’m Mrs. Ginny Potter, Harry’s wife.”

Harry grinned and added “or also known as her majesty Ginevra Molly Potter queen of France. Tell me aunt Petunia do you and uncle Vernon by any chance happen to know about the reasons as to why she has a royal title? And I naturally have my very own title namely his majesty Harry James Potter king of France.”

Harry sighed and grinned at their evident bitterness and jealousy and continued “And I also know for a fact you were more then aware that you had the official crowned prince of a large European country under your very roof for the last eighteen years. You were just far to fucking selfish and bitter and jealous to admit the truth. You hopped to squash the magic out of me if you physically and mentally abused me. And if you kept the real events leading up to my parent’s deaths or the fact I’m a wizard never mind previously being the crowned prince of France away from me.”

Harry mumbled a few words under his breath and the handkerchief Ginny had passed him was turned into a small pile of photos. Harry raised his wand and levitated them into the air and enlarged them so the Dursley’s had a clear view.

Harry grinned and told them “Now here is everything I’ve gained and earned whilst being out from under your roof. Here is what I get to have as well as being a billion heir.”

Ginny took over “Would you look at that building? That is the royal palace in France, mine and Harry’s home. Or better known to those that matter as Potter manor, not that you excuses for human beings matter at all of course”

She continued “And of course here is me Harry and the man next him is Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather I’m certain you’ve met him more then a few times, and next to him is his husband and a close friend of ours Remus Lupin-Black, and Yes I believe you’ve met him on more then one particular occasion and next to him my older brother and Harry’s best friend Ron Weasley. Yes you have most definitely met him haven’t you? Then next to him is Hermione Granger she is Harry’s other best friend and also my best friend. I don’t believe you’ve had the pleasure of meeting her have you? And of course the blond next to her is Draco Malfoy now a close friend and a former enemy. And next to him the other boy with the brownish blond hair is Blaise Zabini another close friend and former enemy. And the building is the famous Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry, the very freaky school as you so crudely refer to it as. Imagine going to school in an actual real castle?”

Harry continued “And here is me and Ginny on our wedding day outside the cathedral in France that every single last Potter for the past hundreds of years as either been christened or married in. And this is me and Ginny at our coronation, as you can see we are wearing actual real crowns, crowns incrusted with every jewel imaginable. That was the day we were crowned the king and queen of France.”

Harry shrunk the photos back to there normal size and transfigured them back into the handkerchief they had been previously. He placed it in the top pocket of his suit jacket.

He then turned back to the Dursley’s and said “Now do you see how much better off I will always be compared to you inhuman bastards? Did you notice in very single last photo you just saw that I was smiling very brightly and widely that is prove that you have lost and I have won, you never destroyed me like you hopped and always wanted to do.

I’m happier then I have ever been in my entire life. I’m married to a beautiful and intelligent woman that I love more then living life its self. I’m a billion heir and the king of France. I have friends and family that love me and treat me like a human being not like a piece of freakish vermin. I’m famous and successful all over the wizarding world, I couldn’t give two shits about the muggle world, seeing as I never have been or ever will be an actual member of this none magical world.

Tell me Vernon what do you have that is so wonderful? All I see is a bitter and obese and abusive man. With a son who is the size of a fucking killer whale and is as thick as shit and has a wife who appears to be far to good for him and looks to deserve a hell of a lot better then that fat bloated mother fucker and inhuman bastard such as him. You have a wife with a long neck that makes her look like a horse. And also screams like a fucking banshee and is a nosy old hag. And you own a business selling drills, a company you can’t even get any decent clients to do business with, the fact you couldn’t tell a decent joke if your life happened to depend on it. You will be selling drills until the day you retire. And you will live in this stuffy house in this stuff neighbor hood for the rest of your worthless life.”

The Dursley’s looked absolutely murderous. Before they could start yelling abuse or get physically abusive Harry and Ginny had cast a few embarrassing hexes and jinxes. Dudley was bright neon pink and had a pig’s nose tail and ears all because of one Ginny Potter. While Vernon had been turned neon purple and was also sporting a pigs nose tail and ears.

Harry had turned Petunia neon green and gave her a set of teeth like a horse and a long bushy tail. Marge had been blown up again but not to the point where she would continue to keep on growing, she was currently twice the size she had been and had stopped growing and was floating on the ceiling and was bright neon orange with neon canary yellow spots all over her. Lucy was the only one who they had left untouched, she had not done anything to Harry she was the innocent party and did not deserve such degrading and humiliation and mortification.

And the best part was every time one of them would try to speak Vernon and Dudley were squeal and grunt like pigs and Petunia we nay like a horse and Marge would sound like a canary. To Harry’s and Ginny’s amusement Lucy was doubled over roaring with laughter until tears were streaming down her face. She surprised Harry and Ginny yet again and mortified the Dursley’s when she pulled out a wand of her own and said between giggles “You two better get out of here I will take care of this.”

Harry and Ginny started laughing they couldn’t help it. Dudley was married to one of the people he loathed and detested he was married to a witch. Oh the irony of it was definitely by no means lost of either Harry or Ginny. Thankfully Harry and Ginny had cast an anti detecting magic charm. So they could do magic without it be traced back to them or detected at all.

End of flash back:

Harry grinned like an extremely satisfied Cheshire cat as he remembered the fun he had torturing the Dursley’s. Ginny grinned as well knowing exactly what her husband was thinking about. The high light of the day for Ginny had been when Lucy had taken out her wand and revealed her self to be a witch the fact she was married to a Dursley of all people, who hated their kind above all seriously cracked Ginny up.