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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
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18,344
Reviews:
38
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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I make no profit from this story or website. Wish that Harry Potter was mine. Wink!! wink!! Alas ! I do not own Harry Potter characters. No copyright infringement is intended.If wishes were horses, I would be a manipulative war goddess of ancient Gre
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Chapter 2
It had been a closely guarded secret of the Black family. Sirius had told him about it in his fourth year sitting in the dirt in the cave he frequented. Ron and Hermione had a screaming match after the Yule ball and Harry found himself with his godfather alone. Sirius explained that Harry was his heir since his birth. This he did just to spite his mother since he was the sole direct heir after Regulus had died. The Blacks and Potters used to be quite friendly despite their antagonistic natures. There had been a contract of marriage between Dorea Black, Sirius’s aunt and Charlus Potter, Harry’s grandfather. They had a brief courtship too but Charlus fell in love with a sweet green-eyed French girl named Raphunzel Denise Merci and begged his parents to break the arranged marriage contract.
The Blacks were furious but Dorea remained a dear friend to Charlus. She was however shipped off to France following the scandal and returned only to attend Raphunzel Potter’s funeral five years later. Raphunzel’s death was said to be caused by complications of pregnancy which neither she nor her babe survived. However Dorea and later Sirius found out that Raphunzel was brutally murdered along with the baby and the assassins were hired by Black family. Dorea eloped with Charlus overnight and renounced her family quickly after. Theirs however was a marriage between good friends. James was born mere months later replacing the lost heir and by then they had a very close bond. Dorea never forgave her family though.
Harry had not given this story any consideration at that time but upon his sixteenth birthday he visited his family vaults and discovered another secret. Raphunzel’s baby was a beautiful girl who didn’t die in the assassination attempt. The quick thinking nurse has transfigured a cat into the sleeping baby in the cot and fled with the baby. The Potters fearing another attack quickly sent her away to her French relatives and proclaimed a dead son. It was probably helpful that the girl had curly dark hair and looked nothing like blond haired Charlus but has the beautiful features of Raphunzel’s side of family. Harry by the stroke of luck had green eyes and messy hair typical of Charlus Potter and looked like the perfect lost heir. He had taken Raphunzel’s locket from his vault, a few of her personal books, a photo album, his birth certificate (fake for Alexandre Antione Potter) and her diary.
The story had by now had straightened itself out in his mind and Harry found himself flat on his arse in a corner of Diagon alley.
“Why can’t any form of wizard travel be nice on my case,” he grumbled petulantly.
“All right there, young man”, said a cheerful voice. Harry looked up and saw a younger version of Mr. Blotts, the son of the owner of Flourish and Blotts.
“Well I made it in one piece. I am not insane, not lost any body parts or cloths. Yep I am perfect only if my arse thought so too,” he said sarcastically.
The other man laughed and helped Harry up. “Nice to meet you too Mr………?”
“Alexandre Potter. But call me Alex.”
“Andrew Blotts. Andrew to you,” the other man offered shaking his hand.
“Can I borrow your newspaper?”
“Sure.”
Harry furtively glanced at the newspaper. ‘Yep, he has arrived in the year1978 in the middle of August.’ He was aiming for July. ‘Not bad for accuracy. First stop Gringotts.’ He handed the newspaper back.
“Thank you Andrew. I will see you again, I hope. Right now, I have business at the bank.” Harry motioned toward the bank.
“Guess, then we will have to meet again. Bye.”
Harry nodded in acknowledgement and walked toward the bank. He opened a high security vault and deposited most of gold in his trunk, the time portal, duplicated his papers and secured the originals. His identity secured he walked out toward the apparition point.
‘Time to see my family, he thought and a sudden grin made way onto his face. He turned on the spot and vanished with a crack.
He appeared in the foyer of his ancestral home. In his timeline this house had been sold by James Potter to supply the war effort after his parent’s murder in 1980. Sirius and James had both grown up in the home and their deaths took a toll. None of them had the strength to stay in the place afterwards.
Harry wanted this home. He looked around with hungry eyes. If not for Voldemort & Dumbledore he would have grown up in this house. His resolve hardened now. Fate or not he will not let Dumbledore dictate his father’s life and fortune in this timeline. Technically he was the heir to the Potter family, so there.
“Master Potter do you need something,” a squeaky voice exclaimed.
Harry took in the small elf standing at the door and grinned mischievously, “Why, I need to find my father of course. Where is he?”
“He’s in parlor, master Potter, with the mistress,” the elf pointed his fingers towards the room.
Harry strode to the parlor opened the door and spoke cheerfully, “Hello, father.”
Charlus Potter who was in the middle of his scrambled eggs choked on hearing his voice. Dorea thumped his back and passed him some water. She turned and glared imperiously at the grinning young man standing by the door.”You are supposed to be in the France young man.”
Harry walked into the room and took a seat by his father’s side. “That would be possible if I want to be there,” he announced cheerfully. Dorea and Charlus took in his grinning face and green eyes and gasped. “Alexandre Antione Potter at your service,” he grinned and poured himself some tea.
“There is no such person as Alexandre Antione Potter,” growled Charlus. Dorea looked critically at him.
“Well,” Harry took out Raphunzel’s locket from around his neck and handed it to Charlus,” that depends on how good occlumens you both are.”
Charlus gazed wildly at the locket. “We can keep our secrets,” Dorea answered dryly.
“Well then, I was too young when you both died. I wished to see you and dad and spend time in this time and was cunning enough to obtain the means to do so. Hello granddad and grandma. I am your grandson Harold James Potter,” Harry cocked his head to one side innocently and looked at the slack jawed expressions on his grandparents face,” Do close your mouth, dear.” He took a sip of his tea and grinned.
The Potters regained their composure remarkably quickly. Their eyes however were fixed on his face. “You look so much like James yet you have Raphunzel's eyes; how is that possible,” Charlus murmured.
“I have my mother’s eyes, Lily Evans. She has green eyes too. Alexandre Antione Potter was a good alibi. You can say, I was in hiding in France. So here I am and I prefer the name Alex.”
Charlus smiled at his grandson,” Trust James to have a son who is bigger troublemaker than himself. Timetravel indeed.” He looked fondly at the locket and put it around Harry’s neck. “It suits you.”
“So how old are you? What do you do for fun? Any girlfriends? Why did she let you slip out of her hands?” Dorea grinned wickedly as Harry went red.
“Almost 18. I love Quiditch. Yes, I had a girlfriend. She was very understanding.” Harry finished his tea and started on the toast. “After your death dad sold this house. I had always wanted to live here with you.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and crowed,” And prank you all I want.”
Charlus and Dorea looked at each other and understood. They smiled at their grandson. The conversation turned towards other topics. Harry’s friends and their adventures, his likes and dislikes and life in general. Harry answered carefully editing out everything that gave too much information and basked in the company of his family.
Chapter 2
It had been a closely guarded secret of the Black family. Sirius had told him about it in his fourth year sitting in the dirt in the cave he frequented. Ron and Hermione had a screaming match after the Yule ball and Harry found himself with his godfather alone. Sirius explained that Harry was his heir since his birth. This he did just to spite his mother since he was the sole direct heir after Regulus had died. The Blacks and Potters used to be quite friendly despite their antagonistic natures. There had been a contract of marriage between Dorea Black, Sirius’s aunt and Charlus Potter, Harry’s grandfather. They had a brief courtship too but Charlus fell in love with a sweet green-eyed French girl named Raphunzel Denise Merci and begged his parents to break the arranged marriage contract.
The Blacks were furious but Dorea remained a dear friend to Charlus. She was however shipped off to France following the scandal and returned only to attend Raphunzel Potter’s funeral five years later. Raphunzel’s death was said to be caused by complications of pregnancy which neither she nor her babe survived. However Dorea and later Sirius found out that Raphunzel was brutally murdered along with the baby and the assassins were hired by Black family. Dorea eloped with Charlus overnight and renounced her family quickly after. Theirs however was a marriage between good friends. James was born mere months later replacing the lost heir and by then they had a very close bond. Dorea never forgave her family though.
Harry had not given this story any consideration at that time but upon his sixteenth birthday he visited his family vaults and discovered another secret. Raphunzel’s baby was a beautiful girl who didn’t die in the assassination attempt. The quick thinking nurse has transfigured a cat into the sleeping baby in the cot and fled with the baby. The Potters fearing another attack quickly sent her away to her French relatives and proclaimed a dead son. It was probably helpful that the girl had curly dark hair and looked nothing like blond haired Charlus but has the beautiful features of Raphunzel’s side of family. Harry by the stroke of luck had green eyes and messy hair typical of Charlus Potter and looked like the perfect lost heir. He had taken Raphunzel’s locket from his vault, a few of her personal books, a photo album, his birth certificate (fake for Alexandre Antione Potter) and her diary.
The story had by now had straightened itself out in his mind and Harry found himself flat on his arse in a corner of Diagon alley.
“Why can’t any form of wizard travel be nice on my case,” he grumbled petulantly.
“All right there, young man”, said a cheerful voice. Harry looked up and saw a younger version of Mr. Blotts, the son of the owner of Flourish and Blotts.
“Well I made it in one piece. I am not insane, not lost any body parts or cloths. Yep I am perfect only if my arse thought so too,” he said sarcastically.
The other man laughed and helped Harry up. “Nice to meet you too Mr………?”
“Alexandre Potter. But call me Alex.”
“Andrew Blotts. Andrew to you,” the other man offered shaking his hand.
“Can I borrow your newspaper?”
“Sure.”
Harry furtively glanced at the newspaper. ‘Yep, he has arrived in the year1978 in the middle of August.’ He was aiming for July. ‘Not bad for accuracy. First stop Gringotts.’ He handed the newspaper back.
“Thank you Andrew. I will see you again, I hope. Right now, I have business at the bank.” Harry motioned toward the bank.
“Guess, then we will have to meet again. Bye.”
Harry nodded in acknowledgement and walked toward the bank. He opened a high security vault and deposited most of gold in his trunk, the time portal, duplicated his papers and secured the originals. His identity secured he walked out toward the apparition point.
‘Time to see my family, he thought and a sudden grin made way onto his face. He turned on the spot and vanished with a crack.
He appeared in the foyer of his ancestral home. In his timeline this house had been sold by James Potter to supply the war effort after his parent’s murder in 1980. Sirius and James had both grown up in the home and their deaths took a toll. None of them had the strength to stay in the place afterwards.
Harry wanted this home. He looked around with hungry eyes. If not for Voldemort & Dumbledore he would have grown up in this house. His resolve hardened now. Fate or not he will not let Dumbledore dictate his father’s life and fortune in this timeline. Technically he was the heir to the Potter family, so there.
“Master Potter do you need something,” a squeaky voice exclaimed.
Harry took in the small elf standing at the door and grinned mischievously, “Why, I need to find my father of course. Where is he?”
“He’s in parlor, master Potter, with the mistress,” the elf pointed his fingers towards the room.
Harry strode to the parlor opened the door and spoke cheerfully, “Hello, father.”
Charlus Potter who was in the middle of his scrambled eggs choked on hearing his voice. Dorea thumped his back and passed him some water. She turned and glared imperiously at the grinning young man standing by the door.”You are supposed to be in the France young man.”
Harry walked into the room and took a seat by his father’s side. “That would be possible if I want to be there,” he announced cheerfully. Dorea and Charlus took in his grinning face and green eyes and gasped. “Alexandre Antione Potter at your service,” he grinned and poured himself some tea.
“There is no such person as Alexandre Antione Potter,” growled Charlus. Dorea looked critically at him.
“Well,” Harry took out Raphunzel’s locket from around his neck and handed it to Charlus,” that depends on how good occlumens you both are.”
Charlus gazed wildly at the locket. “We can keep our secrets,” Dorea answered dryly.
“Well then, I was too young when you both died. I wished to see you and dad and spend time in this time and was cunning enough to obtain the means to do so. Hello granddad and grandma. I am your grandson Harold James Potter,” Harry cocked his head to one side innocently and looked at the slack jawed expressions on his grandparents face,” Do close your mouth, dear.” He took a sip of his tea and grinned.
The Potters regained their composure remarkably quickly. Their eyes however were fixed on his face. “You look so much like James yet you have Raphunzel's eyes; how is that possible,” Charlus murmured.
“I have my mother’s eyes, Lily Evans. She has green eyes too. Alexandre Antione Potter was a good alibi. You can say, I was in hiding in France. So here I am and I prefer the name Alex.”
Charlus smiled at his grandson,” Trust James to have a son who is bigger troublemaker than himself. Timetravel indeed.” He looked fondly at the locket and put it around Harry’s neck. “It suits you.”
“So how old are you? What do you do for fun? Any girlfriends? Why did she let you slip out of her hands?” Dorea grinned wickedly as Harry went red.
“Almost 18. I love Quiditch. Yes, I had a girlfriend. She was very understanding.” Harry finished his tea and started on the toast. “After your death dad sold this house. I had always wanted to live here with you.” He swallowed a lump in his throat and crowed,” And prank you all I want.”
Charlus and Dorea looked at each other and understood. They smiled at their grandson. The conversation turned towards other topics. Harry’s friends and their adventures, his likes and dislikes and life in general. Harry answered carefully editing out everything that gave too much information and basked in the company of his family.