Growing Up Royal: After TTTC

Disclaimer: I do not now nor have I ever contributed to the Harry Potter stories by J. K. Rowling. I do not make money at writing this fanfiction nor any others. But, I sure do like to borrow the characters and play for awhile. I promise to put them back so others can share too.

Summary: After The Third Time Charm, Harry, Severus and company start to raise Harry Potter while trying to help the Potter parents recover. AD was right about something, Becca said, all this fame could go to his head. AD GnW RW HG MW bashing, Abuse, Anal, AU/AR, M/M, OC, Oral, Spank, Yaoi

I am sorry this was so long in posting. Two months ago my boss came to me about one of his businesses (a coffee shop) not doing well. So, because I work for about the best boss in the world, I have spent my weekends and evenings managing and changing everything to help the business succeed. All in addition to my regular eight hour a day job. I have become manager, plumber, decorator, marketing director, carpenter and a host of other titles. Now the business is doing twice the amount of sales it was before and my project is complete. Thank you all for being patient with me and to those of you who expressed your concerns about my silence. I appreciate every one of my readers and to tell you the truth, my muse is extremely hyper to get back to writing. I have another story coming out also, called ‘Meddling in the Affairs of Wizards’. It will be a short story, but wouldn’t quit working its way into my head until I got it down on paper or on the computer screen as the case may be.

Growing up Royal: After TTTC

Posted: 22 May 2010

Chapter 4 Christmas with the Potters

It was Christmas day and everyone was anticipating the arrival of the Potter adults. They were going to be released from the medical center and then floo over. Doc had said they would tire out easily, but they wanted to come and see the children open their presents. This was the first real Christmas they would have with Harry, as last year he was too young to participate and know what was going on.

To say that Lily and James were a little confused would be the understatement of the century. They were sitting watching the children open their presents and looking at the adults sitting around the room.

On some chairs off to the side were a very old couple, everyone called Granddad and Grandpapa. The resemblance to a young Harry and Severus Prince was unmistakable. Then sitting next to them was a young woman that was the Granddaughter of the two older men, Becca that was not even supposed to be born yet. Next to her, was her husband, Salazar Slytherin, who had died or disappeared a millennium ago.

On the floor were Harry and Severus Prince, distributing gifts and watching the children to make sure they didn’t get into any trouble by trying to pull the decorations off the tree or chew on the wrapping paper as young toddlers are known to do.

The older Lupins and their son Teddy were expected later as they were having their own family Christmas in their own quarters, but would come for a late luncheon the Prince family was hosting that afternoon. Moony and Padfoot were acting the fools on the floor with Little Harry, Evan and Lillian. Severus Snape was sitting in a chair chatting with Lady Walburga Black of all people and Regulus was sprawled (no one could call his posture sitting) out on another chair watching the antics of his brother and his friend.

James and Lily felt like they had been dropped into another dimension. It wasn’t so much that their entire little family had somehow survived the Aveda Kedavra, although that in itself was astonishing; add to that the fact Sirius was actually civil to his mother and talking to her, then there were three Harrys and Severuses in the room of several different generations. Well, it was going to take a huge amount of time to wrap their minds around that one.

Sirius had brought their son everyday to visit then in the medical center, and for that they were extremely grateful. They were told about some of the things that had been going on but there were enormous gaps in the story and they were being informed little by little so that the whole picture was slowly coming into focus. For today, however, they were shelving their curiosity and begging for more explanations, while just enjoying the celebrations with their family and friends.

After the opening of the presents was completed, they all adjourned to the pool room so the children would have the space to ride a miniature Hogwarts Express that had been given to the children. It was much like the one Moony had given baby Harry, except it had more cars so all the kids could ride at one time. It had a few cars that were open, but others that were like the original compartments with real sliding windows and doors, just like the real Hogwarts Express. The only problem was when the children wanted their parents to come join them. It was too small for anyone over the age of six.

At this particular time, Evan and Teddy were in the conductor’s car so they could take their turn blowing the whistle until Severus finally said he had a headache and using a complex spell, charmed it so only the children would hear the noise from the engine. All of the adults were blissfully thankful.

As the day came to a close, the children were exhausted as were the adults, but it had been a very good day. Sirius, Moony, Regulus and Snape stayed in the same room as the night before to see if the Dursleys would come back for more pranks. After all, they couldn’t stay with Vernon’s sister forever.

In a castle, miles away guarded by dark creatures…

An old man with a long beard had been given permission to visit his last remaining family member. This would probably be the only time they would see each other again. The siblings had not gotten along very well when younger, as each had their own ideas of family and responsibility. But they had been pleasant to each other in the last few decades. He ran a small seedy bar and inn and the other, with all his titles and blustering, had his various self appointed duties in the wizarding world.

He knew his brother was the master at manipulating others’ lives, but he couldn’t help the sadness that settled in his heart at his brother’s fate, his last remaining family member. Yes, the man had made trouble for a few people and had made his mistakes, but it was hard to believe that the things they had accused him of were true. He hadn’t been at the trial, having long ago known that his brother was involved in many of them. He was always in the courtroom for one thing or the other as Chief Warlock or as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

It pained him to come to this place, even for his brother. He was taken back to a time that his father had been in this horrible place and he didn’t like the memory. Albus had been allowed to send an owl with a request for a few things. He had asked for a special box that had been in his office and Aberforth had collected it just yesterday from a very sad Minerva McGonagall.

She, too, expressed her doubts about the former headmaster’s guilt, but there wasn’t anything the two of them could do about it. They had even addressed the Order with their concerns, but some of them had been in the courtroom and were unwilling to help. In fact, the whole Order seemed to be divided in this concern and acted as if they hadn’t even fought in a war together.

Now as Aberforth Dumbledore walked toward the room he was to meet his brother in, his footsteps echoing though the tomb like halls, he wished he could do something to help his only brother. He had petitioned the Wizengamot for a stay of execution, but they would not hear of it and he was scheduled to be kissed in just two short weeks.

The hallway of the stone castle that was known as Azkaban had once been made up of beautiful stone work and walls of a pleasing white. Now the walls were an endless shade of grey with mold from the sea’s dampness and the age of the stone structure. Every once and awhile he shuddered from the cold dampness, and the occasional dementor that floated through the area, as he trudged on for the last meeting with his older brother.

“You will be given an hour to visit, then you must leave,” the guard said as they reached a cell like room with nothing but a table and a few chairs. It was not the cell that Albus was assigned to, but this was a more aesthetically pleasing room (if you could call it that) for meeting family and attorneys, and other visitors.

Albus Dumbledore rose from his chair and greeted his brother warmly. In his opinion, his brother was much less intelligent and powerful than he was. But he was his brother, and if this was to work, a family member would be easier on which to perform the magic needed for the completion of the spell. He had some misgivings about what he was going to do, however it was better if he were to live and he knew his brother would agree. He just needed to word the request in a manner to get him to say the right phrasing.

“Aberforth” the older man said jovially, “it is good that you came.”

“I only wish there were something I could do to clear up these misunderstandings, Albus. I know you couldn’t have done what they have convicted you of. I just can’t fathom what went wrong at that trial to put you here in the first place.” Oh, he had read the papers and he knew Albus had a dark side as did everyone, but he could never believe his brother was evil.

“I know you do, dear brother. There is something that you can do, so all of my power is not lost.” The former Headmaster looked at his brother cautiously and then continued. “In this box” he started to say as he pulled the small ornate box towards him “is some herbs and a spell that will allow me to transfer some of my power to you. Are you willing to try this?”

“Albus” the man answered, “I don’t need your powers. I am quite content as I am and I am not going to live much longer. Wouldn’t it be better to do this with a younger person?” He stared at his brother earnestly and pondered why the man would be offering him something like this.

“I will not be given the time with anyone else and you can easily perform the spell again to send my powers to Harry. He will need it as there was a prophecy that states he will have the power to vanquish the dark lord.” Albus paused and looked his brother in the eye. “You have to agree to this or it will not work.”

“Albus, the Dark Lord has already been vanquished! Do you think he will be coming back?”

“Nothing is for certain, my brother, but yes I do believe he will make another appearance.”

“I thought I read all of the followers had died at the same time, that anyone with the dark mark is also dead.”

“There are many that I know had the dark mark, that still live. I know for a fact Lucius Malfoy does and I am fairly sure that Severus Snape followed him into it also. No one knows how some of his followers survived, except these survivors must have been really important to You-Know-Who for him to protect them.”

“So you want me to transfer your powers to Harry? Is this what the misunderstandings are all about? You wanted to help the boy and something went wrong?” Aberforth questioned his brother in confusion. He didn’t understand what his brother wanted of him.

“Yes, mostly. I wanted to give Harry some of my powers upon death, but it didn’t work the way I wanted it to. It is better to do this with a family member and I didn’t have time to prepare the child. All the instructions are in here and you will be able to do it.” Albus urged the other wizard.

“Albus” the younger brother said, “I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean…”

“Aberforth, you said you wished there were something you could do. Well, this is something you can do. It won’t work if you don’t agree to it.”

“All right, Albus, I will agree to this. When would I be able to give these powers to the Potter child? How much time do I have?” Aberforth queried his brother.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Albus assured him. “There will be plenty of time when he starts Hogwarts.” Albus again assured his brother. In reality, Aberforth would not have to worry about anything if this ritual was successful.

Albus gave his brother the herbs that were to be consumed to ready the body for the receiving of what was to come. Then he swallowed the herbs that were to ready his own body for the delivering of his power.

When they had consumed the correct herbs in the order they needed to work, he then started chanting very softly the beginning of the ritual. It wouldn’t do for the guards to hear what they were doing. He had bribed the guard on duty to stay out of the room in which the meeting was taking place now. He was not able to access his things, but there were other things such as some property that he gave the young man access to and told where some galleons were. It was worth it to be able to perform the spell without anyone knowing what he was doing.

His brother started to sway with the chant and Albus could tell that he was almost ready to receive the transfer.

Two lines of magic, one white and one black were intertwined as the transfer began to take place. Another white line of magic was travelling its way back from Aberforth to Albus. With a burst of power from Albus to his brother, the spell was complete. The body of Albus Dumbledore slumped as the magic left him.

The man quickly grabbed the box that contained the spell. Then anything else that had been left on the table including the residue left from the herbs, and then put it away in his pocket so that no one would find it.

“Guard, Guard” cried the voice of Aberforth Dumbledore as he saw the body of his brother go completely limp. He heard the rattle of keys in the rusty old locks as the guard tried to get into the room.

“What is going on here?” the guard asked the aged wizard. “What did you do to him?”

“I didn’t do anything. He was despondent about the up coming kiss and there was a burst of magic and he slumped in his chair. Please take care of him as I know you will not allow me to.”

The guard sent a patronus message to get another guard in there to help with the situation. After he came, Aberforth Dumbledore was escorted out of the castle and his brother was levitated back into his cell. They could still detect life in the body, so did not do anything else in the way of disposing of it. He would die in another two weeks anyway.

The man known as Aberforth Dumbledore, had a hard time hiding the smile on his face and the lightness in his step. The ritual had worked and now he needed to make plans. He headed back to the Hog’s Head without a glimmer of remorse for what had just happened to his brother.

Back at Prince Stronghold…

James and Lily Potter were sleeping in one of the guest rooms that had been readied for their stay. As Doc had predicted, they tired easily and needed the rest for the restoration of their magical cores. Little did they know, while in the deep sleep, a certain old coot had already started his machinations concerning their son.

Two weeks later…

It had been two months since the trial that had condemned the esteemed Headmaster of Hogwarts. Since that fateful Christmas when he had been visited by his brother, the body of Albus Dumbledore had been in and out of consciousness and in a agitated state of confusion. He was unable to speak and there was a wild look in his eyes when ever he was awake.

It was time. The guards had brought him to a room and along the wall were several dementors waiting for their victim. The old man was levitated into the chair as was eased back so the dark cold creatures would have easy access. Just before the dementor closed in for the final draw, the old man opened his eyes wide and screamed “ALBUUUSSS… NNNNNOOOOO…” before he slumped down into the depths of despair and shuttered his last breath.

No one was there except for the guards and they clearly wanted this over with as soon as possible. The death certificate was issued and the body readied for transport to Aberforth Dumbledore for burial.