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

Since we have two Harrys, one from another time line and the little one from this one, older Harry will always be referred to as Harry or Uncle Harry and the younger one will always have baby or little in front of his name.

Growing up Royal: After TTTC

Posted: 23 May 2010

Chapter 5 In the Mission Field

Aberforth Dumbledore tried to remember where he had placed the Potter brat, but all he could remember was that he put him with Lily’s remaining family. Someone, he surmised, must have used the Fidelius Charm on the house after he left. It would be the only reason he couldn’t remember. He had to be content to run the bar and work out his plans for the next few years until the child came to Hogwarts.

He was in no hurry, he knew he could catch up with the Dursley’s sooner or later and even if the courts had made Severus Snape the boy’s magical guardian, he could take care of that too. He would have to find someone else that could be appointed, someone that would be loyal to him.

Five years later...

It had been over five years ago when the Potters were first introduced to the people that had saved their only child. Since then, they had slowly but surely regained their magic and stayed in the muggle neighborhood with their son, and his older, time jumping counterpart.

Severus Snape and James Potter had buried the hatchet and become friends, especially as Snape and Moony had bonded. It had been quite a strange ceremony, when the two transformed into their animagus forms and romped around the reception chasing each other and then sped off to the forest at the back of the Malfoy home. They showed up two weeks later quite rested and happy.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley along with their ‘Precious Duddykins’ had long since moved from the neighborhood of Privet Drive. The pranks had continued until they just had to sell their home. It was the ghosts of Lily and James coming back to life that may have been the final act to make them break. It could also have been the walls had started bleeding blood from the seams and baby Harry’s specter telling them how horrible they were to sell him. Lily never did tell her sister she didn’t die, she would just walk around the neighborhood pretending to be a zombie like person and scare them. Lily, James and little Harry eventually took over the house, living under it for the most part as everyone else did because that was where the elves were and magic was allowed to be used.

Since Prince Conglomerate had sold the Dursleys the home for half its value, the Dursley’s had to sell it back to them for the same price. It was in the contract for Prince Conglomerate to have first refusal. Vernon was not happy, and Becca could still remember the day, some four years ago, she first saw Vernon put a ‘For Sale’ sign in the front yard.

The trees and spiders had disappeared a week after that first prank surprise, but had reappeared several times over the year, only to disappear again. Funny thing was, none of the neighbors seemed to notice it, though the Dursleys could see them stare at the yard all the time. Paranoia was a wonderful prank weapon and they didn’t even need magic to inspire it.

FLASHBACK

It was Harry that had gone over to the obese man that was only a few years older than Harry himself. He had once feared this man but now, as an adult, he could see the man for what he truly was, an overgrown bully.

“Excuse me Mr. Dursley, I was wondering about your ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard. Are you trying to sell the house?” he asked innocently.

“Yes, Petunia and I have decided to move to another town and want to sell as soon as possible.” The man snarled at him with a glare that would almost rival anything Severus could do. “What’s it to you Prince?”

“I do believe, Mr. Dursley, that if you look at the original paperwork on the house, you will find that you have to sell it back to Prince Conglomerate. You don’t have the right to sell the house to anyone else without our permission,” Harry answered with a smirk.

He watched as the red started to rise in the man’s cheeks and then further up his head. It was almost like looking at a thermometer with the mercury raising to the top and then exploding. Now the red was into Vernon’s hairline and Harry was amused as he waited… three… two… one…

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T SELL MY OWN HOUSE!” the man was panting heavily and if Harry hadn’t seen this many times before, he would have thought the man was having a heart attack.

Harry’s demeanor took on a much stronger and serious note as he looked at the man he hated and said, “I mean just that. Look at your paperwork Vernon Dursley. You have to sell the house back to Prince for what you paid for it. From what I’ve seen in the last year, I wouldn’t even give you that much. You people have been a constant blight on this community for a long time now.” Harry then turned his back on the man and stalked off into number three Privet Drive with a smirk on his face. And with that, Harry had his final revenge.

END FLASHBACK

It was the second week of March 1987 when Becca strolled into the family room to speak with the other adults present. It had been a long standing custom for her family to help with areas that had been hit with natural disasters and there had been one only last week that had devastated a large portion of a muggle town and a magical one as well.

“You know” she started her speech, “Dumbledore did have one thing right in his concerns for little Harry. If he continues to grow up in a world that worships him, he will not have the proper values for a leader of our world. I think it is time for him and the other children to get more involved with the world around them.”

“You can’t be serious, they are only six!” Regulus said as he looked at her in horror.

“No, I am not Sirius, I’m Becca.” She replied with the old joke. “Of course I am serious. Seeing others in trouble and being able to help will give the children a different perspective on life.”

“You want to take them to a place that has been destroyed?” This was a new concept to Reg, he hadn’t had the talks with Becca about this as some of the others had.

Lily, ever the voice of reason, suggested, “Why don’t you tell us the idea you have come up with? Then perhaps Reg could keep quiet until he has heard everything before interrupting again. Hmm?” She finished with a raised eyebrow at the younger man.

When Regulus nodded, Becca continued.

“There is a town that has been nearly wiped out by an earthquake last week on March 2. The town of Edgecumbe in New Zealand has lost about fifty percent of all its housing and has had mass destruction. Mission crews are being sent to help with the cleanup and rebuilding the town. There is also a wizarding community, hidden of course, where help is needed too.”

“The town of Edgecumbe in New Zealand was named after the village Edgecumbe in Cornwall in the United Kingdom. They are the descendents that moved there for its agricultural opportunities, hence, the hidden magical community within the town.”

“And you want to take the children into that disaster zone?” Harry asked.

“We will take some elves to help with the children and our children can help console the young ones that have lost their homes. I am not suggesting that they help build houses or do other manual labor. There will be hundreds of volunteers that will be helping, but the children are often shuffled to the side as the adults have so much work to do.”

Severus was the next person to enter into the discussion. “Harry and I have never been a part of something like that, and we certainly don’t know that much about building. Our skills are more in the line of defense, potions and healing.”

“But don’t you see, it will give you a chance to see another side of life, and you can learn to build. Also healing is a great part of what we are going to be doing. These people have lost their homes and treatment plants. Clean water may not even be possible for them right now unless it is trucked in. These are muggles and they have to do everything without magic. There will be much we can do for them. You and Harry are both excellent at wards also and many of the wards keeping the wizarding community hidden will need renewing or replacing.”

Just then Granddad and Grandpapa flashed into the room, with a bag each flung over their shoulder. “So are we all ready to go yet?” asked the younger of the two with his green eyes flashing in excitement. They were both dressed in work jeans and a t-shirt, Granddad in green and Grandpapa in typical black. The jeans were the kind used by carpenters and painters with many pockets and loops for tools and supplies. They both looked like they were ready to hitchhike across the country without a care in the world.

“You mean you know about this?” Harry asked his older counterpart.

“Of course, who do you think raised Becca on these mission trips?” he answered excitedly.

After the Malfoys and healers from the clinic were invited, the adults discussed the situation for hours before deciding they were all going. Becca and her Grandfathers knew that even with the fighting in a war, these people were about to have their eyes opened to a whole new experience. They also knew there was no better feeling than to help someone else in need. The Longbottoms, however, declined to go saying they didn’t want to bring Neville into an area like that, but they would be happy to keep an eye on things.

Two days later there were twenty adults and eight children on their way by international portkey to Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. This is where the Ministry of Magic was located.

They landed close to the Ministry for New Zealand, before making their way to the small town of Edgecumbe which was approximately four hundred kilometers away, and had about eighteen hundred residents on record. As they made their way across North Island the children were getting excited about the new adventure.

As Lili was looking out the window of the vehicle, she nudged Evan who had fallen asleep at the beginning of their journey. “Look Evan, the building blocks fell!” The area indeed looked as if someone had knocked down the building blocks, as the child put it. They were getting close to their destination.

The ministry cars, which were going very fast by magic, took two hours to get to their destination (about half the time it would normally take). There had been a shelter set up in the middle of the magical town after they were sure all the aftershocks were completely over. It was more like a huge tent with sections in it for the volunteers and supplies. The women would sleep in one section and the men in the other, while another section had food and water and the last had building supplies. The idea was for some of the magical folk to help the muggles as soon as they were situated. It wouldn’t do to just wave a wand and shout out reparo and few would have the power to resurrect a whole building anyway.

The children were fed and then sent to another tent that was housing the town’s kids while the adults worked. The ten elves they had brought with them were helping with the children and making sure everyone was settled before working.

It wasn’t until Lili started to do magic that they realized they may have a problem. The little six year old was walking with her brother on one side and Draco on the other and Draco’s siblings and little Harry and Teddy behind them, when she passed a little girl, probably about four years old, crying on the walkway.

“What’s the matter, why are you crying?” Lili asked the little girl.

“My puppy went into the house and then part of it fell and I can’t get him back,” the young girl wailed. “My other puppy died in the quack (she really meant quake) and I can’t lose Buster too!” The little girl with blondish brown hair and clear blue eyes was crying again and clutched at Draco’s hand as he was closest to her, begging him to do something. His heart was bursting as he knew how much he loved his own pet and he wanted to help.

Draco looked at Lili and then at Evan and together they held her little ‘Fairy Princess’ scepter and pointed it at the house. “Reparo” they both said at the same time. Although the spell did not fix the entire house it did fix the front door and raise some of the debris so that a happy barking puppy came out of a small opening in the wall next to the door.

“Oh, thank you!” the little girl cried as she scooped up her puppy and hugged him tight, the dust from the shattered house getting all over her clean robes.

“That was quite a display of magic there young man,” a stranger said to Evan. “Who do you kids belong to?”

The adults that had been talking with some of the other volunteers and getting work schedules for tomorrow were suddenly interrupted when Sentry Dobby popped in front of them to let them know Lili had performed magic. The children had been told not to do anything but just go to the children’s tent. It was only about thirty meters away and they had four house elves with them to make sure they didn’t get into trouble.

Harry and Severus came running out into the street looking for their children. There, standing next to them was a man who appeared to be in his mid thirty’s talking to the children. At seeing the stranger, their hearts nearly dropped out of their chest and they rushed over to the small group.

“What is your name little girl?” the stranger asked Lili.

“My name is Lillian Prince,” she said in her most aristocratic, child like tone, as she stood up straight, held her head high and puffed out her chest. She had used her best diction to enunciate her name just like her teachers taught her. “I am a Fairy Princess and am six and a half years old,” she added to her very self important statement.

“Are you really?” the man answered in amusement. “My name is Mr. Morgan, and I work with some of the volunteers. Are you parents here?”

“We are right here.” Severus interjected as they reached the group. “We had the elves escorting them to the children’s tent.

When the introductions were completed, Severus and Harry visibly relaxed as they realized that this man was one of the people in charge of the cleanup operations. He thought the children were unattended as he hadn’t seen the house elves walking behind them. It seemed that the little girl, Susan, was his daughter, and he had been notified when she had run out of the kids’ tent when the puppy got loose.

“Mr. Morgan…” Harry started to say.

“Oh no, Douglas please, my father is Mr. Morgan. You said your last name is Prince?” Severus and Harry nodded. “Prince Pharmaceuticals?” Again the two men nodded. “Any chance you brought some potions ingredients with you?”

Harry was the one who answered with a big grin on his face. “Never leave home without them. My husband only uses the best ingredients and is very particular about his brewing.”

The man signed with relief as he said, “Good, the apothecary was partially destroyed when the ground fell two meters below the floor. We need calming drafts mostly, and pain relievers for the workers. Thankfully no one was killed, but there were some injuries. We have a hospital tent further down from the kids’ area with a few doctors, but we don’t have a Potion’s Master on hand. He was one of the injured when the apothecary caved in.”

Severus who had been making a mental note of what he brought called out, “Doc!”

Doc went from the back of the group to the front with two of his assistants. “Severus, you called?”

“Douglas has a medical tent set up further down the street. I thought you would want to know.”

“On my way Sev,” the Doc answered as he and his team started jogging down the road to find out what they could do.

Mr. Morgan then turned to Severus and Harry, “I would like to ask you about the magic your children were doing. It is most unusual to see younger children with anything but the most chaotic accidental magic.”

“They are unusual children.” Severus agreed. “What did you want to know?”

“We have a workshop for some of the older kids that are starting school. It shows them how to build and plan the muggle way so that when they learn spells to build, they have more of an idea how to focus on the task. Right now I have about six ten and eleven year olds that are participating, would you like your children to participate too?”

Severus looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow at the same time Harry looked at him. This was all very new to them and they didn’t want the children to be involved in too much. They both turned with the same raised eyebrows to their two older counterparts who were smiling at the opportunity. Granddad looked at Harry and said, “I think that is an excellent idea and I will help if it will be alright with the others.”

“Do you have any experience in instructing muggle building?” Douglas Morgan asked.

The much older man with the twinkling green eyes said, “Years of experience, and I am sure Severus and Harry will be happy if one of us is with the children.”

Harry and Severus looked at the children that were staring up at them pleading to be included in this task with the older children. They had been so afraid they would get stuck with the babies and not be allowed to do anything.

Severus turned back at Douglas who was now holding his little girl with her puppy. “You will need the extra help. All of these children are capable of controlled magic and can learn from the experience.”

Mr. Douglas Morgan, assistant to the Minster of Magic in muggle relations, looked at the group and wondered what other surprises they had in store for him. He nodded his head as they turned to get the kids settled so they could go back to organizing the work. On his way back to his area, he pondered the group that had just arrived. They were very wealthy and usually people like that didn’t volunteer for cleanups like this. Sometimes if they could get any attention at all from those groups, it was to get a few donations to help, but not to show up like this. He wondered how much help they would really be.

All of the children, including Neville, as Lily was his Godmother, had been taking lessons since they were three. They mostly learned reading, languages, math (including very simple Arithmancy), and writing but when they turned five they had started with simple Occlumency skills and Martial Arts. They always spent two hours a day with the founders and then another hour with one of the other adults that would take a turn. Then the elves were always there to help and they would have games and breaks just like a real daycare center. Most of their learning was in the form of games and stories as in the case of history, but sometimes they would practice meditation as well.

As they were not allowed a wand yet, they hadn’t really started on basic spells although some of them could do a wandless Accio or a minor Reparo if they focused hard enough. They had already discovered, if they combined their magic they could do a little more, like when Lili and little Harry woke up his parents. Lillian was the only child with a magical device in her scepter. Everyone just thought it was make believe when she told them she was a fairy princess.


A/N Thank you to everyone who reviewed and asked about me during my silence. Kassan I really appreciate your concern, but didn’t have an email address to send you a note. You too Melibea. Thanks also to tamikolee, Jennifer and Serin.