The troubles of being a royal

AN: Ok here is the chapter that will reveal the meaning of the main title.


Harry Potter And The Troubles Of Being A Royal
I’m A What?


The party had just finished, and Albus had gathered both Sirius and Remus, and they along with Harry and Ginny and Arthur and Molly Weasley were asked to join him in the kitchen in private.

Albus sighed, as he sat at the table, hating that he was about to reveal another thing that would un-deniably turn Harry’s whole world upside down once again. Albus cleared his throat before passing a crème colored envelope to Harry, then sitting back in his chair to wait for the fire works to go off.

Harry broke the seal on the envelope that was of the Potter family crest. Harry knew immediately that it was from his parents just by the appearance of the official Potter family crest alone. He unfolded the parchment that was made of the exact same parchment as the envelope was. He read the words that would forever change his life for both the worse and the better.

My dearest son

If you are now reading this letter on your eighteenth birthday, then I’m sorry to say both your mother and I are long dead. Your mother and I want you to know above all that we love you more then living life it self and not even death will never even be able to put a stop to that. As I’m sure you’ll be more then aware of by now, you’re the last and only Potter alive, I would be most proud if you would continue the family line with your own children. It is most important that you continue the family line. That reason I shall now reveal to you. Please try to not be too angry with Sirius and Remus, or Albus. They were merely following mine and your mother’s last wishes before we went into hiding with you. You must understand Harry that the Potter family lineage is no regular wizarding family. We are in fact royalty, yes Harry you did indeed read what you just thought you had read you have not gone insane. You are the rightful heir to the throne and ruler of France, you are the crown prince. You are his Royal Highness Harry James Potter the crowned prince of France. You were officially crowned the prince not long after you were born; it is your birth right. You were born at the royal palace, or better known to friends and family as Potter manor. Potter manor is in France. Your mother and I ruled over France after we graduated. My father passed the throne and crown down to myself, officially making me the king of France. Your mother automatically became the queen of France as soon as she married me and my mother stepped down beside my father and handed her crown over to your mother. But then along came that blasted prophecy, that prophecy that put me along with France in danger. But above all it put you and your mother in danger. When Voldermort made an attempted on France and it citizens I and your mother left the kingdom in the hands of parliament. They were commanded to take care of the country, and if anything was to happen to myself and your mother then they were to wait until your eighteenth birthday for your return to the throne. So naturally as I’m certain you are aware of me and your mother along with you went into hiding at Godric’s Hollow. Godric’s hollow is one of the family residences that we own in Britain. Now that you are aware of your true heritage, I shall in return make you aware of your bride to be. Please forgive me if you are already in a relationship. But I made this contract and promise with Arthur Weasley before you or your bride to be was even born. The contract is legally and magically binding. The contract would be only valid if Arthur was to father a daughter. You must understand neither your mother nor I had any idea weather you would actually be in relationship at the age of eighteen. Just as I’m certain Arthur Weasley was never aware if he would actually one day ever father a daughter. Arthur knew of my royal heritage. He and I worked together along with your mother and Molly Weasley Arthur’s wife, for the order of the phoenix. It is a secret organization founded by Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts School of witch craft and wizardry. It was set up in order to fight the fight against Voldermort and his death eaters. Now Harry I have left two rings in the much appreciated and capable hands of Albus Dumbledore. They belonged to my great great great great great great and six more great grandfathers and grandmothers. My father and mother passed them onto me and your mother, and your mother and I are passing them onto you and your bride to be. They are rings that represent the royal Potter family. Every Potter who has ruled over France as wore those rings. They have extremely powerful and complex safety spells, charms and incantations weaved into the actual rings. They must be worn before you marry and even in death. They must be worn on your right hands on your middle fingers. They can not be removed in less you and your queen die, or you and your wife use the appropriate incantations. Once you place the ring on the finger of your bride to be, then she must repeat the action by slipping the other ring onto your own finger. When that is done the rings will automatically adapted themselves to your magical strengths and signatures. And it will create a mind link and bond between the two of you. And the more in love you fall for your wife the stronger the link will become. You must be married with in a two week period of receiving this letter, your mother and I was married at the cathedral like all the other Potter’s previously in France and would be proud if you were to follow and do the same. Your mother and I are so sorry and regret that we are not able to be here to watch you grow into the handsome and successful man, wizard and king we know you are going to become. I and your mother have no doubt you shall make us proud to call you our son. We wish we could have been the ones who taught you how to rule a country. But I and your mother have left that in the hands of the Genovian royal family the Renaldi’s. They are a country between France and Spain. They are practically our next door neighbors. They have been friends and close associates with the royal Potter family of France since my great great great great great great grandfather and grandmother ruled over France. I’m hopping you and your bride will consent to spending a week during the summer in Genovian you both are to be expected to arrive three weeks after your birthday. Which is in the third week of August? A letter will be sent to both you and your bride, inviting you to spend the remainder of the summer in their country. I would also like it if you and your bride were to spend the last week of August at Potter manor a.k.a the royal palace in France. What ever possessions are left in the palace or in mine and your mother’s private sets of rooms is now the property of you and your bride. And last of all you will need to choose the members of your personal royal council. Sirius and Remus were just two members of the four members in total of my royal council. The decision is entirely your own my son, choose wisely.

Will all our love from your father and your mother.

Harry looked up from the letter and passed it to Sirius for him and Remus to read. Harry sighed and removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a long and suffering sigh. He looked clearly stunned as well as angry.

“First Voldermort and now this when may I ask will I be given a bloody break if I’m not the bloody boy who lived or the boy who defeated the dark lord. Then I’m the freaking crowned prince of France for fuck sake. When will the fates and the big guy up stairs cease to continuing shitting on me? I never asked for any of this, never in a million years did I ask for any of this.”

He looked up at Ginny nervously and added “And I’m not the only one whose live is about to be turned upside down once again. I do believe my future bride and queen will own an equal piece of shit of equal size.”

Ginny eyed Harry suspiciously and asked “And why did you make a point of looking at me when you made that remark about your future bride and queen?” Harry bit his lower lip nervously mentally cursing his parents for putting him in this position. He simply told her “Read the letter from my father. All the details of my fate and the fate of my future bride and queen are in that letter.”

Remus passed the letter to Ginny. She unfolded the letter and began to read its life altering contents. Ten minutes later Ginny was positively white as a ghost and was glaring daggers at her father, who had the decency to look sheepish and blush. She yelled “You knew of James Potter’s royal heritage, but still you seen it fit to legally and magically and irreversibly bind me to his son. Who also happens to be the crowned prince and freaking soon to be king of France, which naturally in return makes me his future bride and the soon to be queen of France. Seeing as I am the daughter that James Potter speaks of in his last words to his son, who happens to be none other, then Harry James Potter. I always dreamed of being a princess when I was a little girl. It’s a dream every little girl has weather they are a witch or a muggle. I never in a million years imagined I would be the future queen of France by the time I was seventeen.”

Molly spoke up and revealed “Ginny dear not only your father and James are responsible for this. Both Lily and I had to also sign the contract to make it legally binding. I never imagined I would indeed eventually have a little baby girl of my own, I thought Ron would be my last.”

Harry suddenly commented “Dam. I now know why. I know why professor Snape loved to make those royal highness and high and mighty cracks constantly. I bet him and the entire school knew of my father’s heritage, how could have they have not possibly known?”

Albus sighed and revealed a beautiful black cherry polished wooden box, a box the size of one of those boxes that a ring is put in at a jewelers. The box had the potter crest deeply engraved on the lid.

Albus handed the box to Harry. He told Harry “Yes Harry Severus and the entire school knew of your fathers heritage. It was impossible not to know, your father was always unfortunately the main focus of the public eye because of who he was and of what he represented.”

Harry lifted the lid of the box and audibly gasped at its contents. For there comfortably lay surrounded in scarlet silk trimmed in gold, was two of the most exquisite rings Harry had ever seen. They gleamed beautifully, in all of their purest white golden glory. Encrusted all the way around the centre of the bands were the purest of rubies, diamonds, sapphires and emeralds. It was obvious which was obviously meant for the other, James his father's and now his ring was bigger then the identical ring beside it, that had belong to Lily his mother and would momentarily encircle Ginny’s finger until the day she died.

Harry let out a low whistle and carefully handed the box to Ginny to look inside. Ginny’s jaw practically hit the floor in astonishment. She let out a shuddering breath, for the rings were a sight to behold they were undeniably breath taking. She thought to herself not realising she had spoken out aloud until Harry spoke. “Holy shit am I really going to actually be wearing one of these rings? I’m almost afraid to even be looking at that them”

Harry smiled slightly and added “Yes Gin, it appears to be so. You will get to wear one of those rings. And yes I know exactly what you mean. I can’t help but think something so breath takingly beautiful should not belong to me.”
Ginny had no idea he was not only talking about the rings, but also about her as well. The others on the other hand were more then aware of what he was talking about, and had to hide their smiles.

Albus instructed them “Harry remove Miss Weasley’s ring from the box and place it on the finger your father instructed in his letter. And Miss Weasley please take hold of the remaining ring and place it on Harry’s right middle finger.”

Harry and Ginny did as they were told. Harry first took the ring and carefully pulled the ring out from the little slot in the silk. He then gestured for Ginny to hold out her right hand. She complied and watched with bated breath as Harry gently and carefully slid the ring onto her right middle finger. It felt cool to the touch and rather quite heavy. She was certain she would soon become accustomed to its less then light weight.

Ginny then carefully removed the remaining band from the silk surrounding it. She then took hold of Harry’s right hand and breathed in deeply as she gently slid the ring down his right middle finger. The effects were instantly revealed. Both rings brightly glowed a deep purple colour and warmed considerably to the touch.

Ginny thought ~Dam the others are so not gonna believe this~ Ginny nearly yelp out aloud when she heard Harry’s voice in her head as if he was standing right by her. When in fact he was on the other side of the table and his lips weren’t even moving. ~Tell me about it. Things just seem to have a knack of happening to me. Sorry to involve you this time around~

Sirius spoke up for the first time “So when do they have to get married?” Remus sighed “James said in the letter that they must be married merely two weeks after Harry’s eighteenth birthday. And that they had to marry at the cathedral in France. “

Albus stated “Then the Renaldi’s must be informed of the wedding that is to take place on August the fourteenth.” Harry asked “Albus are the royal Genovian family accustomed to being on the receiving end of mail delivered by owl?” Albus nodded “Yes Harry indeed they are, they may be a royal muggle family, but they have been exchanging owl mail with your family since your seven times great grandfather and grandmother ruled over France. The Genovian family as soon as they had met your family had gotten an owl and had been sending owl mail backwards and forwards ever since. That corresponding ceased when your mother and father went into hiding with you and eventually died at the hand of Voldermort. Hopefully you and Miss Weasley will restart up the old correspondence between the Potter’s and Renaldi’s"