Author's note:

Hello everyone! This is my new story which will be quite long as I hope to go through all seven books. (Though according to the numbers of the books there will be eight books at least, because I will start with childhood, from the age of six to eleven.) Issues: I'm sure that by now you realized that this is the type of story where Harry is a royal. I must point out that he will be a MUGGLE royalty, so the wizarding world won't have its own monarchy.

The royal family is completely made up. This is NOT a real person fic. However, some of the historical figures will be the same, so they are Windsors, only not Queen Elizabeth II, Prince Charles or Prince William. (Oh, we will have a Prince Harry...)

I'm not English or even British, nor am I from any of the Commonwealth realms. So, everything I know is from the internet, television and tabloids. However, I will try to be as precise as possible. Simply point out my mistakes if you know better than me, and I will change it, correct that part.

This story will try to remain close to the original books, which means that it probably won't be OOC. Harry won't be dark, Snape won't be handing out sweets, Remus won't be advertising that he is a werewolf, and Voldemort won't be a misunderstood good guy. However, there will be changes, the whole story won't be the same of course, it's an AU story after all. This means that certain issues will be presented that weren't in the books and not everything will go the same way.

Harry will be smarter in many ways, and he will be more sophisticated. This doesn't mean that he will be a pureblood fanatic (he will be still a half-blood who destroyed the Dark Lord after all, and Voldemort still killed his parents). Also, no Weasley bashing. Dumbledore will be a light wizard, who will be manipulative (he was in the books), but he will be working for a better world, so no Dumbledore bashing either!

More information at the end of the chapter!

Betaed by Teufel1987.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series, all rights go to J.K. Rowling.

BOOK 1: GREEN EYES

Dieu et mon droit: God and my right

Chapter 1

Dursley Dinner

The family dinner at Number 4 Privet Drive was even more tense than usual in the eyes of a black-haired little boy called Harry Potter. He looked up at his aunt who was pressing her lips together. She was sitting stiffly, and hardly moving her fork. Under the dim light of the lamp, she looked like a statue.

"What's on your mind, darling?" his Uncle Vernon questioned Aunt Petunia. When his aunt didn't answer, Uncle Vernon turned towards him. Instinctively, Harry tried to pretend that he didn't exist. Unfortunately for the boy, though he was small for his six years, he was certainly too big not to be noticed.

"Boy, what have you done again?" Dudley, his cousin, snickered as Harry tried to think of an answer which wouldn't result in being sent to his cupboard. However, his aunt answered before he needed to have.

"It's the third of November," she said shakily as if it said everything. To her nephew it didn't, only that all the other children celebrated Halloween a few days before (and of course he was stuck in his cupboard). However, to his surprise it seemed that his uncle did understand what was going on.

"Why is that important?" Dudley, his cousin demanded. He always wanted to be in the middle of the attention and he didn't like it one bit when he wasn't (except if Harry was in trouble and was about to be punished, he seemed to love watching that). He took another big spoon from the stew, and reached out to grab Harry's slice of bread who couldn't save it from his cousin's larger hands and watched sadly as his whale-like cousin stuffed it in his mouth.

"The news are full of the royal family. It's irritating," Aunt Petunia sniffed.

"The crown prince died on this day years ago," Harry muttered having heard it in the school. His favourite teacher, Miss Kern told them how sad a day it was for the monarchy, because the king and queen didn't have any more children.

It seemed that it was the wrong thing to say, because both his uncle and aunt looked at him like they have seen a ghost.

"V-Ver-non," his aunt tried to call out. Harry really didn't understand what was wrong with what he had said. His relatives tended to react better even when he said something abnormal, like the word 'magic'. However, he didn't think there was anything bad about the word 'prince'. And surely, if Miss Kern said it, then it had to be the truth, as she always said that lying wasn't nice.

"Boy!" His uncle went from a pink shade to a red before settling on purple. His aunt was opening and closing her mouth like she wanted to say something, but forgot how to speak.

"Sorry," he muttered. He didn't know what he did wrongly, but surely apologizing helped. However, that seemed to make his uncle even more mad and crazy, what Harry certainly couldn't understand. Didn't Miss Kern say just yesterday that they should always say sorry if they did something bad?

"You are sorry, boy? Of course you are. You are a sorry excuse for a child, aren't you?" he chuckled at his own joke, while Dudley grinned and even Aunt Petunia looked like she only swallowed a half lemon instead a whole. Harry didn't react though, he didn't know how. He just looked down on his plate which was already empty thanks to Dudley stealing most of his dinner. However, he lost his appetite so he was glad Dudley had taken the rest (he couldn't imagine what his uncle and aunt would say for leaving leftovers. They would punish him, send him to his cupboard probably and he wouldn't get dinner for at least a few days).

"How would you know anything about the royal family? You?" a red Uncle Vernon asked him derisively.

Harry considered what he should say, but his teacher did say that telling the truth was always the most efficient.

"Sarah, a girl from class said that her Mummy was sad, so she was sad as well when Miss Kern asked how she was today. Then she was asked why her Mummy was sad, and she said that some prince died, but she didn't understand completely either. So, Miss Kern explained it to us," he said softly not looking at his uncle, but fixing his eyes on the table. He didn't mention that his teacher said that there was a princess as well who died only a few days before the prince. He didn't want his uncle and aunt to think that he knew too much. They always hated when he was smarter than Dudley or he got better marks at school.

"Dad, I want to be a prince," Dudley said suddenly breaking the silence which was deafening. Harry dared to look up and held back a sigh of relief when he noticed that his uncle's attention was grabbed by his blonde cousin. What was strange though, that Aunt Petunia was stiff again, the lemon, she must have swallowed was a whole one and extremely sour.

"Now, that's my son. Money isn't enough for him, he wants power and rank," Uncle Vernon said approvingly, while his aunt shook her head.

"Dudders, you can't just become a prince, you have to be born one," there was something strange in her voice Harry couldn't place, but his aunt seemed heartbroken. He fixed his eyes on Dudley, who didn't seem to understand his mother's words.

"So, I get to be a prince?" he asked eagerly and his father laughed.

"Good boy, he understands what he wants. You will be a good businessman one day," he praised his son, but Harry didn't agree with his uncle. Dudley just didn't understand a simple English sentence. Surely, that's not what was needed to become good at business. (Though, his uncle was said to be a good businessman and he wasn't exactly the smartest person either.)

His aunt nodded along with his uncle, and Harry didn't feel like sharing his view, because he was simply happy that thanks to Dudley his uncle forgot about him, at least for the time being. He was sure that sooner or later Uncle Vernon would remember that he did something wrong, even if he wasn't sure what was wrong about what he said.

"I don't want to be a businessman, I want to be a prince," Dudley said even more forcefully. He seemed to have finally caught the underlying meaning of his parents' words. Harry didn't really understand what his cousin's problem was. At the age of six and a half he had to understand what a prince was. After all, they were in every Disney movie Harry saw (and Dudley had seen far more).

"Sweetums, darling, baby. We want to give you everything, but we can't make you a prince. You have to born to be one or…" suddenly his aunt didn't seem so desperate, she giddily continued," or you have to marry a princess." Uncle Vernon shared a grin with his wife which nearly made Harry shudder, because his uncle's grin was sometimes even more frightening than his purple face with an angry expression.

"I can't be a prince?" Dudley started to understand slowly.

"You are not one by birth darling, but if you marry a princess you will be," she assured, and Harry thought about all the princes he has seen in movies. None of them looked anything like his cousin, he was sure of that. What princess would like a baby whale for a husband? Not that Harry wanted to marry a girl (or anyone really). They were just so … weird, always giggling or crying, they couldn't make up their minds. Dudley didn't seem satisfied with the answer either though.

"But girls are yuck!" Dudley stated with a grimace, and Harry's uncle and aunt shared a look.

"You won't always think that, sweetheart," his aunt said softly probably afraid of his son blowing up.

"Of course I will. They always cry and… and that Amy girl at school was playing with a baby and she wanted me to play mummy and daddy with her. Yuck." Harry shared his views slightly, because he couldn't see himself with a girl either like his aunt and uncle, but in every fairy tale the prince and the princess got together and it was called a happy ending, so he guessed it was considered normal. Not to mention that most children in his class had a mum and dad as well, so maybe one day he would think differently.

"But princesses are pretty," Uncle Vernon tried to make Dudley enthusiastic, who didn't even pay attention to Harry's uncle instead he grabbed another slice of bread. Harry looked at the bread with a hungry expression, but he had already lost his piece to Dudley and he knew that he couldn't get another one.

He watched his aunt's expression which changed every second. He couldn't quite understand every emotion, but he recognized some. First his aunt looked like his classmate Antony when his brother Andrew took his toy, and then she reminded him of his own facial expression when he thought about his parents he could never get to know and then she settled for a gesture he knew well from his uncle: anger. However, after a few seconds she calmed herself down and looked at his cousin with a big smile she always saved for him.

"Most are very pretty Popkin. However, you shouldn't forget that they aren't the only pretty girls in the world. They get too much attention already. Always in the tabloids and the news only because they are blue-blooded," she muttered the end. Harry wasn't even sure if she wanted to say it out loud.

"Blue blood? Cool. I want blue blood, Mum," Dudley started again, while Harry tried to finish his dinner as fast as possible before the distraction caused by his cousin was over, and his uncle would pay more attention to him.

"I'm sorry Dinky Duddydums, but only those who are born into an aristocratic family are called blue bloods, and even their blood is not really blue," Aunt Petunia explained it to his cousin. The sentence naturally went over Dudley's head. Harry on the other hand felt proud of himself (not that he would ever admit it out loud), because he knew this. Miss Kern has already mentioned this strange expression.

"I want to be aristocritic… um, aristicrotic… Whatever you said and a prince as well," Dudley tried to pronounce the word 'aristocratic'. Harry remained silent and watched his aunt and uncle, because even though his cousin had a similar demand at least once a day (usually at dinner), they had never reacted this strangely before. Aunt Petunia had changed her expression at least ten times over the last one minute, while Uncle Vernon was steadily becoming more purple coloured than ever. Something that was even more remarkable because he had never been anything but indulging towards Dudley. It was normally Harry who made the prominent vein in the man's forehead pop out.

"Diddy, why don't you tell us what has happened at school today?" his aunt asked with a smile she always put on when his teachers praised him in front of her. It was a smile which wasn't true, she just put it on her face, because it was expected.

"Who cares about school?" Dudley said with disgust, and Uncle Vernon nodded approvingly.

"At his age I didn't care about it either. He should have fun and grow up before paying attention to something like school," he added, while Aunt Petunia nodded thoughtlessly. Harry didn't dare to even frown, but he did care about school and his teachers always said that it was a good thing. He was even praised for all the effort he put into his work.

"You know what, son? I will take you to a real palace, so you can see what it's like is to be a prince," Uncle Vernon added solemnly, and Harry felt excitement even though he knew that he would never be taken there. Still, he imagined himself in a castle seen on the television and he couldn't help but feel excited. However, something on his face must have showed because for the first time since Dudley started his little fuss over being a prince, Uncle Vernon was reminded that he was there.

"Boy, do you seriously think that we would take you?" he asked with a sneer, and the bubble of excitement in Harry's heart was suddenly popped. It was one thing to know deep down and a completely another to be told. He didn't even nod, he just looked down accepting his fate.

"Are you serious Vernon?" his aunt said in a hiss like manner.

"Of course I am. I won't take the boy." For a moment when his aunt spoke up Harry thought that he might experience what it was like to be a prince, but he knew that what Uncle Vernon said was to happen.

"I didn't mean that. You want to take our Popkin, there?" she asked in a voice Harry knew well. She always used it when he did something 'funny', abnormal or when he was better at school than Dudley. She was angry, he concluded.

"He has the right to see all of it. You are going to marry a princess one day, Dud, aren't you? And then you will be a prince yourself." One look at Dudley's face told everyone that he definitely didn't like the idea of marrying anyone not even a princess. Regardless, he probably wanted to see the palace so he nodded slowly, while Aunt Petunia looked disapprovingly at his uncle.

"We agreed that we wouldn't, Vernon," she hissed quietly, and his cousin who was trying to swallow a big piece of potatoes probably didn't even catch it.

"We just look around Buckingham Palace just like any other tourist," he reassured his wife, which Harry found strange. What else would they be, if not ordinary tourists?

"I don't want to be just a tourist, Mum! Tell Dad that I deserve more!" Dudley asked, obviously not caring about the potatoes anymore when mentioned that he could be just like anyone else. Uncle Vernon grinned which made Harry feel uneasy.

"Good boy, you want to be more than average just like your father," his uncle stated, but the look on her aunt's face told him that she wasn't happy with what was going on.

"We agreed, Vernon," she repeated her previous statement, but Uncle Vernon shot her a disapproving look.

"Really now, our son deserves the best. He deserves a grand special tour around the Buckingham Palace. What do you say to that son?" he asked eagerly, and Harry felt a pang of pain in his chest, because he wanted to participate in that tour as well. Dudley was even more enthusiastic, he even accidentally overturned a glass full of water. Aunt Petunia jumped up and in a second all water was gone. She didn't even shoot a look at Harry who was not as quick as she was, and she pretty much ended up doing his chore. She let out a sigh, composed herself and sat down with a pressed lip smile.

"Shall I serve dessert?" she asked pleasantly in a tone she mostly used with the neighbours. Harry looked at his plate which had been empty for quite a time as Dudley had eaten his share as well, and hoped that he would get at least his fill from dessert.

"Dudley is still eating, sweetheart," Uncle Vernon pointed to Harry's whale-like cousin who nodded eagerly. Harry leaned back in his seat trying not to think about his still empty stomach. "So, son, you obviously will get the best tour in the world," his uncle said conversationally and his cousin looked at him.

"Does that mean that I get to meet the queen and the king? It's King Harvey and Queen Alexandra isn't it?" he asked excitedly, which surprised Harry. He has never seen Dudley so eagerly wanting anything if it didn't involve Harry Hunting, computer games or television shows, especially cartoons or sweets.

"Not Harvey, but Henry, darling," Aunt Petunia corrected her son which not only surprised Harry, but the rest of the family as well, because the one of the cardinal unwritten rules in the household was that Dudley was always right.

"Whatever," Dudley said, dismissing the argument.

"No, it's important to learn," Aunt Petunia said with tight lips. Harry had a hard time imagining how she could even speak like that. She got up and came back in about thirty seconds with a bowl of fruit salad and Harry tried to hide his grin, because he knew well what both his uncle and cousin thought of it.

"Rabbit food," his cousin stated disgustingly, which made Harry more than happy even though he knew what Dudley was going to say. Harry, on the other hand was delighted, because it meant that he was going to get to eat to his heart's content. "I don't want any, Mum," Dudley said and pretended to be sick by the idea of eating any type of fruit.

Uncle Vernon gamely had a small portion of the salad to appease his wife, while Aunt Petunia had her customary small portion. However, that meant that there was still a lot left in the serving bowl. So, with a put-upon sigh, she dished out a portion to her nephew, who took it with a barely suppressed smile.

"Can I met the king and queen?" Dudley asked. He was clearly not impressed by the dessert and without food to think of he realized that he was never answered. Aunt Petunia nervously looked at Uncle Vernon which Harry found strange. He knew well how unlikely it was that Dudley could meet the royal family so he guessed she just didn't want to tell his son that he couldn't.

"Of course son. You deserve it. I'm sure that they will be honoured," his uncle chuckled, and Harry thought that he was joking (it was really hard to know with him, because Uncle Vernon's sense of humour was practically non-existent), but when Dudley became excited and no one said anything about his bragging, Harry accepted that his uncle was in fact serious.

"Why would they be honoured?" It was a stupid thing to ask. Well, he shouldn't have even opened his mouth, but his curiosity was sometimes too big. In moments like this he hated how he blurted out random things. The Dursleys looked at him like they had never seen him before. They probably forgot that he was even there. He cursed himself for ruining that.

"Well, boy. Not everyone is as abnormal and a reprobate like you. Dudders is exactly what this country needs. He will be a model citizen one day, and the royal family will recognize his talent as well, I'm sure of it. Was it a good enough answer for you, or is your brain too small to understand even this basic concept?" Uncle Vernon said nastily becoming redder with every word. To be honest the idea of Dudley being a (future) model citizen was unbelievable to Harry, but he wasn't about to share it, so he just nodded without looking up.

"He will stay in his cupboard while we go to the palace, right?" Dudley asked and he got the answer Harry hoped not to hear: Of course. Before he could even react, his cousin's fat arms reached out and grabbed his bowl with the remainder of his fruit salad.

"Wouldn't you want your own, Dudders?" Aunt Petunia asked her son sweetly as he started on Harry's. The whale boy just shook his head and said something along the line, that "It's better this way."

That day Harry went into bed without being well-fed and he was extremely disappointed, not to mention that for speaking out of turn, he got many extra chores for the week and he was to spend all his free time in his cupboard.

As he was lying in what he called his bed in the cupboard under the stairs, he thought about what it might be like to be a prince. He couldn't imagine it, not with his growling stomach and the chill he felt under the holey plaid blanket in November.

It was only a day later that Harry was working in the garden. He really didn't see why he was doing any work as it would soon start snowing in only a few short weeks or even days. However, he knew that mentioning this to his uncle and aunt (or saying anything) would only result in even more work. His cousin was at his best friend Piers Polkiss' house, a rat-faced boy who was a bully like Dudley. They were probably playing some video games or watching TV while Harry was working in the cold, Harry thought resentfully, as his uncle's car rolled into the driveway.

Harry leaned against the wall of the house, and pulled himself together. He was tired, hungry and chilly. However, looking around the front garden he still had work to do, and he wanted to finish it before it became too dark and cold to do anything.

He was about to continue his work when he heard a voice from inside. He was standing right next to the opened window, and the Dursleys were probably in the living-room.

"I've called him and he was very happy to hear from me. He of course loved the idea of Dudley visiting," he heard his aunt's voice. He leaned closer to the window trying to hear everything. Who was this he?

"Of course he is. Who wouldn't want to get to know our son?" his uncle questioned. Well, for one Harry would do anything not to know Dudley, and he couldn't see why anyone would want to know him when they had the pleasure of not knowing him.

"We could go on Friday afternoon, he suggested. You know how he is mostly at Windsor on weekends." The word 'Windsor' was familiar to Harry. Wasn't that the surname of the royal family? However, in the sentence it sounded like a place. Though, why would a place be named after the royal family if it had nothing to do with it? In the end Harry concluded that it was a residence of the monarchs. The question was, how did the Dursleys know someone who was royalty?

"Will she be there?" Uncle Vernon emphasized the word 'she' just the way he referred to Harry.

"I don't think so. You know how much she loathes me," his aunt said shakily. Harry was surprised, because he didn't think anyone else felt that way about the Dursley family, because they were completely different in society.

"She is insane. She loved your freak sister and doesn't like you." Harry couldn't breathe. Freak sister? That must be his mother, because the reason why he lived with the Dursleys was that Aunt Petunia was his Mum's sister. This mysterious person not only knew his mother, but loved her? He had to get to know who she was, and no matter what, he had to meet her.

He imagined speaking with a nice lady (because she had to be nice if she loved his mother and didn't like his aunt) who knew his mother (and perhaps his father as well). She would tell him stories and maybe she would even have a picture of his parents. Yes, no matter what, he had to meet this mysterious woman, whoever she was.

"Well, Dudley wants to meet her," Aunt Petunia pointed out, and Harry frowned. Dudley must know about this lady then. Maybe he could trick his cousin somehow to tell him?

"She might be a bad influence on him. You sure that neither of them know about him?" From the way his uncle said the last word told Harry that now they were talking about him. But why?

"Of course not. Don't you think that they would have done something if they knew? Don't be silly, Vernon. We have done everything to make sure they never get to know. Imagine, someone like him, a freak, being the … you-know-what." Harry didn't know, which was strange considering that he was the topic. However, he got the gist. These mysterious people who had some connections to the Dursleys and his mother as well didn't know about his existence and it was caused by his relatives. They seemed to hate the idea of those people meeting him, so of course, he loved the idea.

He let out a happy sigh as he imagined meeting a woman and a man who were happy to see him if not shocked and the Dursleys in complete panic. However, it was a stupid thing to do, because in a few seconds the heavy steps of his uncle could be heard, and before he knew he was caught.

"YOU!" he heard, and he knew well that once he was in the house not in the garden where anyone could see him it would be a lot worse and louder. He knew that running away was not a good idea, because sooner or later he would have to come home (or at least what was officially his home) and then it would be worse.

So, he just stood there and waited for his uncle to grab him and toss him into his cupboard. He didn't have to wait long. His uncle wasn't hurting him when he escorted him into the house, but once the door was closed behind them the grip on his arm tightened.

"You, boy, you eavesdropped!" his uncle shouted and he went through the typical shades: pink, red and eventually purple. Harry didn't even react, he didn't deny it or confirm it. He just stood there and looked at Uncle Vernon, and imagined being rescued by some nice strangers who cared about him. He knew that his aunt and uncle were his only living relatives, but maybe those people they were just talking about could take him away from the Dursleys. It was just a dream, but maybe this once it would be fulfilled.

More information:

I'm pretty sure you could put together the information. So, sorry for introducing an OC, the Crown Prince but it was kind of needed. He won't play a big role (he is dead after all), but I can't see Lily living the life she had in the books if she was the heir (even if she is just the Heir Presumtive not the Heir Apparant). Also, you see that Dudley doesn't know about anything either, and Petunia lives the same life as in the books. I'm not sure how many of you got that part, but if you didn't it will be explained and there is a logical explanation to it.

We don't know anything about Lily's parents, so the names are made up. And I know that in canon they both died before Lily and James, but that's the reason why this is an AU story.

I'm sure the question of pairings will arise. At the moment I mostly think about eventual canon pairings, but if the story goes in another direction I won't force it. However, smaller pairings will probably change (instead Harry/Cho in fourth and fifth year maybe Harry/Susan or something like that). Also, some characters will play bigger role in this version of the events than in canon (for example Tonks). Also, there will be OCs. (Mostly in the royal family).

I haven't written much of the story yet, so the reviewers will have some influence over the story. Some, I have to emphasize, because there are some basic things I've already planned and I don't want to change.

If you are still with me after this long author's note then congratulations! I hope you will enjoy my *short* story (insert sarcasm here). Sorry, for the long introduction, but I wanted to make sure that you know WHAT you will be READING, because I don't want flames saying that it wasn't going in the direction they prefered.

Alicia :)