AN: Ok, so like the summery says this is my box of ideas for a new and potential fan fics. If you really like an idea and want to try it then feel free to drop me a message so i can advertise for you, give you any possible plot lines or stuff i might have already, and of course put you on my alerts :p .
Lord Ravenclaw is the first up. I simple travel back in time fic with a twist. And to clarify before anyone says something: What Harry wants IS granted, but in a different way than what he states.
I personally feel quite conected to this story, as there is so much potential here that you dont see in some stories. Not only is it Harry''s story, it is also Lord Ravenclaws story. The elements i put in here give a truely plausible and even barable way to tell both their tales, even though they are the same person. if i do post another chapter for this one it probably wont make it up to Hogwarts though, past that i would probably be making it into a full time fic.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.
Lord Ravenclaw
Chapter one:
Looking down over the field of dead, both wizards and witches alike, he was not affected. No tears stained his face, no emotion passed through his eyes, and his body stayed static. In his mind he cursed himself for becoming this, for not caring, for not crying. But that was the reason he was summoning Her.
At nearly thirty years of age he stood tall and proud, wearing an all black leather outfit, made from several sources though matching and looking impeccable none the less, beneath his robe, from the skin of a Dire Werebear, and cloak, a golden fur from an ancient and powerful werewolf. Holding down his long raven colored hair was a circlet of silver, the words 'wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure' etched gently around it. Around his neck was a single locket of gold, a snake in the shape of an 'S' on its front. He wore only a single ring, a green stone with the symbol of a triangle, surrounding a circle, with a line going through it vertically. The last bit of metal on his body was at his waist, a wide hand and a half sword rested at ease within its sheath.
To any creature that passed him by he was the King of the Forest's, The Circle Guardian, the Last Free Lord of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts, and Head Priest of all Pagan's and any who worshipped the God's and Goddess' of the Earth rather than the Heaven's.
This man was Harry James Potter. He was Harold James Slytherin. And his personal favorite: Lord Harold Ravenclaw. He had gone by the last name for a decade now and had chosen it as the name he would take with him when he left.
Staring down at the killing field he felt nothing, just the tingling of magic. At his feet were offerings of bread, honey, milk from a mother's tit, blood, the heart of a Dire Werebear, of which's skin he now wore, and incents… Oh, he might have forgotten the naked body of Susan Bone's, glowing a pure white under the light of the full moon, who had agreed to help him in summoning Her.
It had been five minutes since they had finished the ritual, which required the woman to stay bare and offering of her loins and his spilt seed to the Mother. It had also been twenty minute's since the great battle of magic had been finished, much more time and it may be too late, though he did not doubt She would come, the chance to barter with him and collect the souls of fallen warriors was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Sure enough he could feel the cold wind blow on his face and Susan's pant's gently stopping as time came to a stand still.
She was a most peculiar sight, jumping towards him from body to body, never stopping for more than a fraction of a second before stabbing a corpse with one of her spears and pulling out its soul with the second. Her midnight black hair that cascaded down her back flying out behind her like a cape on a windy night while the pair of black wings that protruded from her own circlet, shaped into a crescent moon on her brow, flapped with macabre joy.
Looking closely at Her he could not help but appreciate sight of her scantily clad body, with its full hips and generous bosom.
Patiently he waited for her to come to him, knowing better than to interrupt the Great Queen, the Queen of the Fey, Goddess of river's and lakes: Morrigan.
Silently he watched her, more nervous now than he had been in nearly half a decade, which was saying something since he had killed Dumbledore only three years ago.
Why was he nervous, beside the fact that he had called and now stood before the greatest goddess he had ever known of? Well, the fact that she was the patroness of witches and would not look kindly upon a wizard calling for her was pretty big one. The other was that he would have to barter with her should she deem both him and his offering's worthy of such. Not to mention he may not be able to afford what he needed, not even with his own soul.
Breathing in deeply he tried to prepare himself, bowing his head towards her fur boots and keeping it there as she approached him. Still looking down he watched as she planted her twin spears into the ground.
You may look up she spoke, into his mind, sending a tingle of fear and erotic ecstasy down his spine. Looking into her perfect black eye's, surrounded by nearly silver white skin he steeled himself once more.
"Great Mother I humbly thank you for answering my plea that I asked of you whilst in the throes of passion, sowing my seed unto your daughter. I offer you the bread from my hearth, the honey of the earth, and milk of a young mother to take as you would please. In your honor have I worked this field, sowing it so you may harvest as you so wish. I only hope that such an offering is worthy of your attention. Lastly I give unto you the heart of a mighty beast, slain in your name. I beg of you to strike me down if my offering is not enough or if I have offended you in anyway." And with that he was silent, all else was up to chance now; goddesses could be quite fickle after all.
Rather than answer him she gave him a sly smile before looking down on her offerings, sitting herself to partake in the meal of bread, honey, milk, blood, and heart. Once she was done she still did not stand, instead turning to look to Susan's exposed sex. Truth be told that was the part he was most nervous about. He had not fully disrobed to perform the act, though they had been quite passionate about their work none the less.
After looking at her, even stretching the woman open at one point, the silent Goddess soon stood. Slowly, seductively, she walked around him, looking him up and down.
Fear not my priest came her echoing reply, making him feel weak as a newborn babe and as strong as an ox, I will not harm you on this eve… "Not unless you want me to!" the last was spoken from her lips, a voice that poured honey into the vein's.
Finally he relaxed, though did not let down his guard and kept his wits about him, "Thank you Great Mother, you are very kind to me." He murmured to her, averting his eyes with respect.
"You may look upon me. I know you like what you see!" she said with a slight giggle that turned his blood cold and made his heart race. I know what you want, what all men truly want… she echoed in his mind once more
Steeling himself he looked on her body, feeling the urge of his own, knowing that not looking would be the last mistake he would make. "You are too kind Great Mother. I shall not deny that all men, myself included, do desire you, but I have come to ask a lesser favor of you."
Coyly smiling she pressed her body against his own, "Perhaps I wouldn't be the one doing the favor…" she said into his neck, before biting on his ear. "What would you give to be both in bed and in the gratitude of a Goddess, great King?"
"For any other Goddess I would give the world, but for you I could never afford." He said huskily, feeling his manhood rise.
Once again she laughed before stepping away from him, sitting on a chair that had not been there before. "Oh, you play the game well my son!" as she clapped gently, "Please, now I am eager to hear what you wish of me. Perhaps when we are done I shall keep you chained to my bed for the rest of eternity! Do go on…"
"I shall not lie, Great Mother, what I ask of you is something greater than any mortal man or woman, something greater than and normal fey, and greater than any other God or Goddess but you. I wish to travel to the past in order to right the wrong that has been done to me, to the Isles, and to you, my Queen."
Looking on him her smile disappeared, To your knee's mortal! And do explain what wrong's has been committed?
As soon as he heard her in his mind his body reacted, even if he had wanted to stand he would not have been able to. "To me it was the betrayal of friend's, mentor's, and countrymen, all of whom chose to start this pointless war and became my enemies. To the Isles it is those same mortal's who brought war and death to her shores as if it were the coming of the tide. And to you, my Great Mother, is those same mortal's who defile your Lands and kill we who worship and cater to the true God's and Goddesses. They who kill without knowing or understanding, and threaten even the Fey with their closed minds."
"And what makes you think that I have not deemed these wars to be as they are? I draw power from both the worship that you and yours give to me as well as the deaths and souls of those fallen in battle."
"Forgive me Great Mother, but the death and blood price they put upon the Isles is too great, and too many die not in battle but in slaughter. If this continues…"
"ENOUGH! Do you truly know of what you ask?" she spat at him, "To create another realm of existence next to this one so you may have you happy ending!" and then she laughed, "Oh, now what to ask of you, what to ask?" standing once more she strode forward, grasping his long hair and pulling it back so that he stared up into her face, his chin resting between her legs. "What you ask of me is truly great…. But far from impossible. As it is you are right, far too many of my daughters die before they can come of age or bear the fruit's of the future, and many of my followers that are tied to the earthly coils are dying. Creating a new plane may be what is needed, and is well in my power to create one that will last as long as your blood still flows through living hearts"
Pulling his hair once more, making his back arch with pain and pleasure alike she continued, "You who is King of Pagan's in all but name, for you alone shall I make this barter. You will go to this realm and do in it as you wish… though the price will be steep. Sow your seed you must, for your line is strong and those who from your loin's will be strong as well, as you have learned in the many years since your first Beltaine, where your seed first was first sown. Great are the deeds you have done here, my child, but all of it in payment for the blood you have spilt of your fellows. I shall absolve you of that mistake if you save and lead them in this new world. And Last I ask of you is to sow your seed this night."
On seeing him look confused and a small bit fearful she smiled predatorily, "Your blood runs strong and any child sown from your seed shall be strong. I shall take up your seed and give birth to a new god this night!" and with that she pushed him back onto the stone circle he had knelt upon, before she laid herself on him, whispering into his ear, "Lord Harold Ravenclaw Le Fey, tonight you shall take me in your arms and in the morning you shall wake up anew. You shall be child in true body, though your mind, your magic and all you bare upon you in this moment shall still be with you."
Slowly she began to disrobe him, his body beginning to react in full, and he slid his hands on her, feeling the leather she wore, and the delicate skin she had not covered, smelling her hair and kissing her neck.
"Gifted shall your line be, and cursed shall you be. For age and shape shall be yours and theirs to chose and twice the length of the mortal coil shall you all live." With a fierce vigor he tore the thin leather strap from around her neck, revealing her voluptuous bosom to him, "But you shall live two lives, however you may chose to do so." Slowly he kneaded her breast, as her own hands finally found his manhood, " For at the strike of midnight the day shall start again, and only at the second striking, shall the next day come."
And with that she was silent, save for moans off pleasure and ecstasy. Long through the night they toiled, at the edge of a blooded battlefield where nothing but time moved. Before first sun she left him to wearily close his eyes, sleep taking him.
It was not sun or wind that woke him, nor natures calling, or Susan's voice. It was his aunt.
BANG BANG BANG! "Wake up lazybones! Start cooking Dudley's breakfast."
Eyes opened with a snap and his sword was already half drawn when he remembered the barter he had made with Morrigan and the… payment, he had given to her. Sheathing the light blue steel he stood up, crying on the inside that he actually could stand all the way. His shirt, cloak, and robes were practically piled at his feet, barely hanging onto his shoulders . Underneath those his pants were not saved from falling and piled up on his boots, which were now many sizes too big. In fact the only things that didn't move or change positions were his ring, circlet, and amulet.
At the age of ten and twenty nine, Harold Ravenclaw had come from the future. Why? Because the future he had been facing was a damned one. At the age of seventeen he had killed the Dark Lord. At age eighteen, a year after killing said Dark Lord, he uncovered a dangerous and dark truth about his mentor, Albus Dumbledore.
The man who had helped train Harry in that last year before confronting Voldemort, who had aided him in hunting down the Horcrux's began a campaign to prevent a dark lord from ever rising again. Slaughter, bloodshed, and genocide. Albus Dumbledore had begun to kill off any who had ever practiced the dark arts, any who had learned magic from a source outside the 'light.'
Many sentient creatures were killed as well for being dark. Aragog and his kin were slaughtered, the giants, as few as they were, where killed because they could pass on their own resistance to magic to half breeds if they mated with humans. Veela openly mated with humans, passing on a magic that Dumbledore had declared wicked and were thus openly hunted and persecuted by the British Wizards and 'Light' wizards of other countries.
Harry had been woefully ignorant of these going on's, having been training and traveling within Britain's wilderness with Hagrid and several others. They had been learning much and had started to learn of the Pagan god's from Hagrid, who knew of but did not practice the religion of his father. Beneath the gruff exterior the man knew a lot. It was only after a year that they became aware of the situation: the ministry had come for Hagrid.
When he had asked Dumbledore the man had been surprised that he was not aware, trying to recruit him he later realized. When Harry had denounced the man he had been pursued by the 'Light" wizards for betrayal, but had been able to bring many others with him when he had fled to the continent. There he faced down the persecution's of the Light over the Dark while learning of magic, paganism, and most importantly at the time, they Fey.
Many years later he found himself face to face with the man who had created a world wide war. Owner and creator of the Staff of Judgment, as he called it. Wielding powerful magic's and magical objects he had acquired over the years he killed Dumbledore and thought he had ended it all. But he was far too wrong. Those countries that had been wronged wanted recomp, those people who Dumbledore had manipulated now felt that they could take up his lofty title and fought for it. Those who had nothing to do with the war saw weakness and tried to take advantage of it. The war didn't end: it had only started.
So, having been betrayed and broken so many time in so many ways Harry had given up on the race of man, choosing to defend the Fey and those who worshiped the Pagan gods like he did. After three more years he had grown strong, magically, mentally, and physically. He was a father many times over, even if he didn't know all of his children over the world. Lastly he had grown tired of the never ending war. And so Harry had called upon a greater being, one of the most powerful of them all, Morrigan. She was the Queen of the Fey, goddess of war and love. Truth be told he had never been in the presence of a more powerful being.
And thus had he come, determined not to see the age of war that the war had been plunged into.
Blessing the Diadem or Ravenclaw, he had found it in Albania with the help of an ancestor spirit, he was quickly about his wits, uncloaking, disrobing, and hiding all the clothing he had brought with him, Wrapping it into a bundle around his sword to hide at the end of his bed before removing his wand, or Voldemort's wand if you wanted to be picky, and casting a Notice-Me-Not charm on the area.
Dressing in his cousin's old cast off's he left the cupboard under the stairs, illusioning the Diadem, which fortified the magic's of Occlumancy and Legilimancy tenfold, to look like his old pair of glasses he hadn't worn in nearly eleven years and tucking Slytherin's Locket, luckily he had found its natural magic's untainted after the Horcrux was unmade, under his baggy shirt. The ring he didn't worry about, because just as Tom Riddle had worn it all those years undetected, so could he if he so chose to.
The yew wand he did not put away though, instead walking into the kitchen and pointing it at his Aunt's turned back, Imperio Maiestas!
When she turned around, a giant smile on her face, Harry was happy. He had a plan and everything was going better than he had planned. He was back in the past, though not in the position or way that he was expecting , and he had his objects.
Judging by the lack of another Harry He believed that they were now one and the same. Idly he wondered if the objects he had brought with him to the past were now nonexistent as well. That would make things much easier.
Giving his instructions to Petunia he began to plan things out as best as he could. 'Made it back, casted the improved imperius curse successfully.' That had actually been in doubt, since he had traded his Invisibility cloak for not only the spell, but a grimoire of natural magic's. 'I'm not an adult like I thought I would be though, so that may make things more difficult and adds a new dimension to my plan's. Though…'
The Queen of the Fey had placed him under a Geis. He had a duty to perform and obligations now to his fellow Pagan's of the British Isles… The Dark Purebloods who had started the last war. 'Isn't that dandy? Now I have to kill Voldemort, their current Lord, and essentially establish myself as their leader.'
On top of stopping Dumbledore before he could become truly Wicked, killing Voldemort, as was called for by prophesy, knocking woman up, though didn't think he would have trouble with that part overly much, he also had a curse to deal with.
"Gifted shall your line be, and cursed shall you be. For age and shape shall be yours and theirs to chose and twice the length of the mortal coil shall you all live. But you shall live two lives, however you may chose to do so. For at the strike of midnight the day shall start again, and only at the second striking, shall the next day come."
He hadn't had time to properly address it when it was said, what with the amazing groping Goddess and all. But now…
Sitting down at the kitchen table, eating the god awful eggs his aunt served, he thought it over and found it strangely obvious, for which he was grateful. '"Shape and age shall be yours and theirs" could only mean I would take on the power to change my appearance … so I am a metamorphmagus?' well that would make getting woman easier, '"and twice the length of the mortal coil shall you all live." That's easy, I'll live twice as long as normal witches and wizards and so will my children. Than the last part means that at midnight It'll be the same day over again… Oh, I don't like the sound of that.'
The thought of two Harry's running around was nearly nauseating to him, the thought of having to sit through history of magic twice was an even worse thought. Then it all clicked 'I will live twice as long as normal human's because I will live through each day twice. If I didn't then I would age twice as fast. And I can change my appearance because I will not be just Harry Potter, who needs to kill Voldemort and his Death Eaters, I will also be able to take on a second Identity… one that she has already gave me.'
Indeed Harry found it quite funny, before she had started seducing him she had named him: Lord Harold Ravenclaw La Fay. He was Lord Ravenclaw by birth, through his mothers line ironically, and by bargaining with Her successfully she had named him Le Fey, a title given to few mortals.
Incidentally Moranna Le Fey was also the first Metamorphmagus, quite knowledgeable at even a young age, and her few children were all rather long lived for the time, each living to be about a hundred where as a hundred and fifty was not unheard of nowadays.
Before he had time to think on it more his uncle made his presence known.
"BOY! What are you doing, leaving your aunt to do all the cooking?!" said aunt was currently frowning at him, wondering if she would be able to throw him out of the house or not.
"Vernon!" she screeched at her husband, "Leave Harry alone, he hasn't done anything to you, he is a perfect little boy!"
Sighing he picked up his yew wand, pointing it at his purple uncle, "You…. Your one of them aren't you? You've bewitched her!" his uncle accused.
"Yes, yes I did. But you won't have to deal with that much longer uncle, I plan on "bewitching" you as well."
"I should have killed you when I had the chance!" the fat man snarled before being hit with a purple flash of light.
"Yes, you should have, but it is too late now. Get some coffee in a thermos and be off to work, if the opportunity for more work presents itself then take it, try not to leave work before eleven tonight if you can help it. And get a healthy lunch with lots of fruits. And tomorrow Dudley and you will be starting a diet alright?"
"Yes sir!" said his uncle, a fanatic look in his eyes, not too unlike that of a house elf.
Turning to his aunt, who had a similar gleam to her eye's, he told her, "Call the Polkiss' and let them know that Dudley is sick today and won't be going to the zoo. If they ask what he has say it is a case of flu that you don't where it came from. You will go shopping tonight for a healthy foods for everyone to eat, but will order take out tonight to celebrate your new take on life."
"Yes sir!" she said, practically crying.
"And don't call me sir, just call me Harry!"
"Yes Harry"
In his own way he hated this version of the imperius curse more than the original. The Majestic Imperius was an improved imperius curse created for him by Druantia, the Queen of the Druids, in exchange for the Invisibility Cloak Hollow, he possessed. Unlike the regular curse this one made the victims practically worship you, worse was that it could not be broken save a VERY powerful will and that if the victim thought that something would help you they will do it, even if it cost them their own lives.
As such he knew he would be making good use of the spell… provided he was careful on who he used it. Someone like… Ron for instance, would not be very subtle and could possibly get him in trouble. But using it on someone like Draco or Barty Crouch Jr. could be very profitable.
There was so much he knew and could do here… he was glad now that he had the Diadem, his thoughts would be hopeless otherwise.
Waving the wand once more, not fearing any wards Dumbledore may have put up since he knew there were no wards, he conjured a quill and parchment.
Junk I need to do.
1. Figure out metamorph powers.
2. Be Harry Potter but gain actual allies (you would be surprised how many people turned on Harry just because he had avoided the press and didn't truly know him like they did the Old Man)
3. Stop Dumblebutt from creating Staff of Judgment! (For obvious reasons and not so obvious reason's, though the destruction of most of the Russian Magical Kingdom was a biggie)
4. Gain the alliance of the Pure bloods.(This would be a lot easier if he could figure out number one)
5. Be named Lord Ravenclaw and Lord Slytherin by Gringotts (Seeing as the old coot would kill off all but a dozen of the goblin's, the one informing him of his inheritance being one of them, it would be much more productive to get this done early on.)
6. Kill Voldemort without hurting the Death Eater's Feeling's(Surprisingly harder than it may sound, Death Eaters really don't like it when you kill their Lord… I mean, Bella started crying and crying girls are just so… difficult.)
7. Buy Hagrid a Dragon after you convince him to quit working for Dumbleduckbutt. (He had done so after Dumbledore betrayed the man the first time and he had broke the half giant out of prison and he couldn't have been more happy with the results.)
8. If there is a way to kill Ron without getting into trouble I MUST FIND IT! (There had been many betrayals during Dumbledore's War, Ron had been one of the worst as he had bound Hermoine to him through their wedding ceremony, preventing her from going against him.)
9. Save Sirius SOON!
He had his list, now all he had to do was get started. "Alright, time to change!" squinting his eyes he willed himself to change into a new form, quite disappointed by the results. "Aw bloody hell, this is going to take time!" time he didn't have. Closing his eyes and fondling his new breast he tried again.
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It was three days later that he finally started getting results from his self training… Or would that be six days? Well he had learned later that afternoon that when he went back in time his old self was in fact still there… or would he have learned that the next day? Whatever it was he had tried to avoid his other selves, trying to prevent paradoxes.
Odd as it may sound those days were good for something else other than metamorphmagus training, he had begun to learn how to navigate around his other self without being seen. He had taken to trying to spot himself on the first day, and hiding from himself on the second.
He was actually quite happy with the results.
He did stumble though when it came to doing things he was used to doing and not being allowed to do them yet… such as driving. On the fourth day (or would that be eighth?) he had decided to drive into London for something and had started up the car and begun pulling out of the driveway when his neighbor pulled him out of the car, thinking he was trying to steal it for a joy ride. Most certainly not one of his best moments.
Instead he had taken the Knight Bus, as transformed as he could at the moment, which included long blond hair, blue eyes, a narrower face and an extra foot he wasn't entirely sure he would drop when he got home.
Looking out on the city he was reminded of so many things, beautiful sights, long walks away from the magical world, and woman… so many B-E-A-Utiful woman. That was something he was finding quite hard to get out of his head since he had come back; women. Clearly the Geis that she placed on his included the whole 'sowing your seed' part. He had thought she had just meant he should be more sexually active, apparently it meant 'fuck or die.'
Well, not that he would actually die. A Geis is a lot like and Unbreakable Vow. Instead of dyeing though, if you fail to fulfill or break a Geis the deity, being, or even person (as humans could create Geis' under the right circumstances) would be able to choose your punishment.
It was a week after arrival, all fourteen days of it, that he had felt himself proficient enough to take on his guise. So on the second time through his Wednesday he found himself in the middle of the living room, closing his eyes as he began to feel his magic, letting it form what he wanted and changing the color of certain parts of that form. Soon, where once stood little Harry Potter, now stood Lord Harold Ravenclaw Le Fey, Herald of Morrigan.
'How fitting.' He thought, when the last part entered his mind, not his own thought. 'I am both Harold and Herald!'
Quickly he went back to the cupboard, dressing in his leathers, each piece with a story behind it. The boot's were one of his favorites. They had been worked by a grateful werewolf tribe in northern France who had been attacked by Dumbledore's men before he could warn them to flee. Hard leather on the outside and soft leather and fur on the inside, enchanted to leave no foot print behind. Made walking on snow and thin ice a breeze, since to leave a foot print he would have to break through the surface.
One of his other favorites was the black snakeskin armguards which held his wands, or wand in this case. Dobby the Free Elf had made them in his seventh year, traveling down into the Chamber of Secrets to take skin from the Basilisk and making it himself. After he had finished he had brought it to professor Flitwick to enchant so it told the Tale of the Basilisk by means of the stitching, which would move to form moving pictures that depicted Harry finding the Basilisk, Fawkes blinding it, Harry pulling the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting hat and finally Harry Slaying the great beast. The pictures moved so slow that you had to actually sit and stare at them to get the full show.
Once fully dressed, sans sword and golden werewolf cloak, he went and summoned the Knight bus once more, getting looks of awe from the pimply ticket holder. "To Gringotts bank, you fool." He said coldly in his mature tenor voice, glad to be done with the squeaky child voice for a little while.
"Yesse sir! Right away! To Gringotts Ern, on the double!" the dumb kid had even forgotten to take his money, he was scared so bad.
'Am I really that intimidating to look at?' he thought to himself, thinking that it had only been his violent and bloody past that people had feared when they looked on him. 'I wonder what seeing the sword would have done to him?'
Sighing internally he began to walk towards the back of the bus, knowing better than to stand in the front. As he passed his couldn't help but notice a number of eyes on him. When he did reach the back of the bus his eyes widened slightly, seeing a familiar pink hair.
"Hello there," he said amicably when he saw her staring, the coldness that was in his voice gone entirely.
"Oh, um, e Wotcher… Hi!" she stumbled out, blushing prettily as she looked down towards her feet, "My name is Tonks, su'pleasure to meet you."
Smiling back he couldn't help but remember the Tonk's of his memories. Oddly enough she had sided with Dumbledore when he started his reign of terror, though she had always been partial to him. "Hello, I'm Harold." He said, not wanting to introduce himself as a lord quite yet. To distract her from his lacking of last name he took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss, "A pleasure to meet you." Watching her blush he realized that the two of them had never hooked up do to the war.
"S'all mine." She said a little weakly. If he remembered correctly then she was a Seventh year this year in Hogwarts, Hufflepuff. By the end of the short trip to Gringotts, where many of the people got off, not knowing why none of them could get the Bus to go into Diagon Alley, he had struck up quite a conversation with her, learning something of the political climate in Wizarding Britain. Finally though, with a debonair smile he strode off the bus, making the girl forget that she was heading to the Alley before the bus took off again.
Walking up the steps to the Bank, making a note to remember that the bus claims to go anywhere on the island, he drew up what he knew of the goblin's from before they decided to meld back into the fey folk.
Goblin's are tiny, deceitful, cruel, and in love with all things money. Further more they are smiths, creating many wondrous things with their own magical blend of steel that they will more than willingly sell to human's for vast prices, and then be more than willing to claim it stolen within a day or two of it being sold. Overall they don't really like humans unless they give them a reason to. The fact that they collect payment off of every account in the bank keeps them bearable for most wizards. They do respect fear, money, and cruelty though, so that is what he would give them.
Walking up to a teller he could immediately feel the slight tingling of someone trying to pry into his mind and failing. Knowing it was the goblin he smirked before grasping the goblins mental probe and feeding it with images of said goblin being tortured with hot irons and its children fed to baby dragon's, which were much more painful to be fed to. A full dragon would kill you quickly, a baby dragon had to take its time to rip off pieces.
Receiving the image the masochistic little creature actually smiled, "How may I help you today?" he asked, a touch warmer than Harry would use with a troll that was trying to kill him.
"Inform your superior that he has three minutes to greet the heir of Ravenclaw before I withdraw my families patronage from the bank." And with that he waited, the goblin having run off as soon as the words were fully comprehended, not even waiting to hear the question repeated or to think on it any longer.
It was a full minute before the goblin returned, short of breath, asking him to follow him towards his superior's office.
On entering a lavished office not far off from the main floor, decked with gold and red colors, though not out of Gryffindor pride. Nearly every surface in the office was covered in weaponry of some sort, leaning towards a particular brand of battle axe over any other. The old goblin that sat behind the desk was smiling evilly at Harry, a servant goblin standing still to the man's right.
"That was a very cruel thing you did to young Griphook." He said slowly, smirking.
For some strange reason Harry found it quite easy to smile back, "Yes, yes it was, but the truth can be quite painful. Besides, I figured if I had him run all the way to the inheritance offices then I might actually have had to call my bluff."
"What can Gringotts help you with Mr…?"
Harry flashed some teeth at the goblin, deciding to use his full title, "I am Lord Harold Ravenclaw Le Fey, Herald of Morrigan and the last scion of Slytherin. Gringotts may help me by bringing me the ledgers on my accounts and tell me why I have not received any letters informing me of my inheritance."
The goblins smile had waned when he had announced himself as a lord, disappeared completely when he had hear the words 'Le Fey,' on hearing him claim himself a servant of the Great Mother his eyes had widened in fright. The names of Ravenclaw and Slytherin were nothing next to such claims.
"That is… That is quite unbelievable my lord. As in I would not believe you if it weren't for the fact that you have not been struck down where you stand by some unseen force. As you are standing I must rephrase my opening question. How may the Goblin Nation serve you my Lord?"
'Its good to be King.' He thought to himself, watching the goblin command drinks from his servant, highly expensive and alcoholic drinks.
"Quite easily my brother. I require access to the Slytherin and Ravenclaw accounts. Though they are not as large as some family wealth's, such as the Malfoy's or Lestrange's, they shall be enough for what I have planned. After searching through the log books for any indiscretion's and seeing what magical objects are in the vaults I may visit them. I would like any lands that are not currently tied to some sort of business or being rented out to be sold for the best price Gringotts can manage. All of those funds will be invested into the production of magical creatures and plant's for possible selling and personal use. Furthermore I would like you to contact the handler of the Potter vaults and inform them that I would like to meet with them over the possibility of purchasing Potter Manor."
The goblin had been silently writing during all of this, making sure not to make a mistake over such prestige's, if not wealthy, vaults. Hearing the last bit of news made him look up in confusion, "Any particular reason to request Potter Manor my Lord?"
Looking back with cold green eyes he answered, "Yes, though I don't believe Mr. Dumbledore would be satisfied if he heard of them."
Looking back down he murmured a, "Yes my lord." And went back to writing, "Yes, indeed I would also request that Gringotts and the Goblin Nation not reveal my full title to anyone, just that I am Lord Harold Ravenclaw. If you cannot keep discretion over a simple name then I doubt I will be having much more dealings here and I will inform your superiors of your folly with great joy."
Cringing with every word the Goblin kept writing, "You are too generous my lord, Our Great Mother has chosen wisely when she picked you."
Smirking again he looked around the room, taking a sip of his drink when it finally arrived.
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At around six o'clock that evening the professors were all meeting for the last time of the year until late August. They were all sad to see Professor Cullen leave them this year, though being bitten by a vampire made it quite difficult to keep teaching… and the fact that he had lied about being a vampire since before the year began didn't help much.
"Well," said Albus Dumbledore, reaching the last point on their agenda, "there is only one last bit of business. As you all well know this coming September Hogwarts shall become home to one Harry Potter. I do hope we can all get along with him quite well. I shall send Hagrid to fetch the lad on his birthday to bring him to Diagon Alley and see how his living conditions are. Are there any concerns here?"
"I still don't see what's so special about the brat, Albus." Said one Severus Snape, not understanding the Potter obsession the world seemed to have, "Unless the lad is a squib he will most defiantly be a Foolish, arrogant Gryffindor like his father! He didn't even do anything, he just had a reflective forehead. "
"Now Severus, is this really necessary? The poor boy isn't even aware of magic yet and already you are calling him arrogant."
"He. Is. A. Potter! And… Albus, you have a messenger raven on your shoulder."
Turning his head the Headmaster quickly stared at the small black bird, recognizing it from several messages he had sent between himself and the head of the goblin nation.
"You are all excused, I will see you on the twenty fifth." And with a small yelp of joy from several of the more youthful teachers he turned back to the message in question. He didn't like goblin's, never had. They were evil creatures that had no place amongst good men.
Removing his wand he cast several spells over the bird and letter, getting no evil intent or harmful spells from the creature. The letter had a simple read-me-only spell on it that prevented anyone but the intended recipient from reading it.
Removing and reading said letter was quite educational.
Dear Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Handler of the Potter estates in lieu of The Lord Harold James Potter,
We write this letter to you today at the request of one Lord Harold Ravenclaw. The Lord Ravenclaw has expressed an interest in meeting you in order to purchase the Potter Manor Ruin's and surrounding land that is belonging there in. Beneath are a three dates that are acceptable for Lord Ravenclaw at the current time. Please return a letter with a positive or a negative to the meeting and a possible date.
Gringott's Wizarding Bank of Britain.
The Department of Property and Natural Resources
"Well that's no good." He muttered to himself. He had know that the lines of Ravenclaw still continued down into modern times, but had never intended for anyone to claim the title. Indeed the only descendent that he knew of Harry Potter himself, though that was, apparently, wrong.
The Ravenclaw and Slytherin lines were the lost lines of the four founders. The Smith family was descendent from Hufflepuff, while the Longbottom lines were the last known Gryffindors. As it were the Longbottom's had stopped broadcasting their lineage while the Smith family had abdicated any rights and privileges that go with the line to Dumbledore himself. And other than Tom Riddle there was no Slytherin line anymore.
He was glad for it too, as anything passed through the school governors could be vetoed by the Founder's and their descendents. As the last member of the Founders Court, as that house of the school governors was called, it would take a unanimous vote of the governors to overthrow his rights. With the addition of this 'Lord Ravenclaw' he now held precarious power over the school governors, who were usually split over their decision making as it was.
'Well, that is provided they know of their position in our government.' All he had to do was ensure they didn't know…
Nearly as worrying was that the man wanted Potter Manor. Or at least the ruins of the Manor. The land around Potter manor was quite large, several sites on the land had been well known in the Druid circles as being magically powerful. Other than that there were the burnt out remnants of the old manor house and a small village where seasonal help for the manor orchards would live. Truthfully there was no reason not to sell it. He doubted Harry would ever go there, and the orchards were practically rooted during the Death Eaters assault on the manor. Still…
"Control must be maintained… For the Greater Good."
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An hour later and he was walking out of Gringott's, his ledgers shrunken and tucked within the fold of his black furred werebear robe. Things had gone well. He was now declared the Lord of both Slytherin and Ravenclaw by the Goblin's. The vaults had slightly less gold than he had expected but still enough for what he had in mind. Besides, the investments he had made by selling all other lands in his control would become quite profitable with the people once it was announced that 'Lord Ravenclaw' or 'Lord Slytherin' was a supporter of their goods.
Next he would have to go to the Ministry and be declared there as well. That, at least, he was not looking forwards too. The idea of a bunch of politics lusting after his name was not very pleasant, though the thought that it would both undermine and make Dumbledore frazzled, allowed him to go through with it.
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron Harry once again became the sight to see. In some ways he loved it, in others it made him want to run away and hide. Quite self conscience he made his way over to the Floo, heading into the Ministry, glad that he had managed to master the art of walking out of a Floo rather than falling out.
Registering his wand and making his way through the crowd as quickly as he could he took the elevator to Level two, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This floor had many things on it: the Aurors' office which had considered entering at one point in his life, the misuse of muggle artifacts office where Arthur Weasley worked, The improper use of magic offices, and most important to him today, the Wizengamot.
It was here that he would have to declare himself the Lord of Ravenclaw and Slytherin, filling out the proper forms and meeting, to his great distaste, the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic. Lucky for him though his 'family names' were quite well known and he could get away from doing all the paperwork himself. Unluckily, he would still have to talk to the Toad.
Absently he rubbed the top of his hand, realizing he had accidently morphed the 'I must not tell lies' scar onto his hand.
Walking up to a desk in the large office he announced himself, bracing for the impact of all the eyes and soon after was answering questions for the peon behind the desk as he filled out the paperwork for him.
What's your Full Title?
"Lord Harold Ravenclaw Last Scion of Slytherin."
What year were you born?
'Well the body he was currently in was twenty nine going on thirty and the year was now 1991, so 1961?' "1961."
Have you presented yourself to Gringott's for the proper test's?
Come to think of it they never did test me so no, I haven't, but they gave me all the proper paperwork and vault access anyways.' "Yes, and was quite pleased with the results."
The question's went on in a similar manner until the man reached the bottom.
"Are you prepared to meet with the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, Madam Delores Umbridge in order to be informed of your rights, responsibilities, and powers that are appointed per your station."
Idly Harry wondered if the blond in the next station would be free for a good romp around the bedroom, "Yes, that would be nice." He answered the man, wondering if she was any relation Fleur Delacour.
"Hem-Hem!"
Turning around he saw her in all her ministerial unholyness. Standing Harry Gave a bow to the sorter woman, not believing she actually fit into the black ministry robes she wore now. "Madam Undersecretary, what a pleasure to see you." He said, a large smile on his face, making it a sincere as he could. Occlumency was good for controlling emotion's like that. He could love person and by using Occlumency would be able to call on the emotions to cast a killing curse if he wanted.
Giving him an obviously fake smile she greeted him back, "Well, once I heard the story that someone was claiming to be the Heir of two of the Founders, well, I had to see it for myself. I will begin the formal interview once we are in my office."
Internally Harry was laughing. He knew there was nothing she could do to stop him from becoming a Lord, all she could do was inform him on what his new position in society meant.
When they reached the office Harry was scared for but a second: it was an exact copy of her office during his fifth year at Hogwarts.
Sitting behind the desk she waver her wand, making the black ministry robes disappearing. 'Ha! I knew she wouldn't fit into those robes, it was an illusion!'
"Well Mr… Hm doesn't say your name on here, now does it?" she said sweetly.
Just as sweet he responded, "Oh, au contraire, madam. My name is now Harold Ravenclaw. My past surname is gone and forgotten, all that is left is what you read."
Lips coming together into a line, yet still smiling, she spoke, "Oh, of course, though just for curiosity's sake?"
He really didn't want to play this game, "Madam Undersecretary, you have no right to question my linage." He said coldly, making the woman lean back in her chair a little, though defiantly not cower, "I am the last living Lord of the Houses Ravenclaw and Slytherin. By the records of Gringotts I am and the Ministry will acknowledge it as such or they shall find that they have made a grave enemy of me. I do know my right's, for the most part, and I know that many in ministry would very much like to see me use those rights in their favor. All in all it would be pointless to try and control me, and if you hound me, you insufferable twit, then you shall find yourself in grave peril, are we clear?"
Taking a deep breath the woman opened her mouth, "We are clear on this lord Ravenclaw. Though I must ask you for proof as to who you truly are. It would not do well to have unsavory sorts in our ranks."
Narrowing his eyes he spoke again, promising to himself to make her life hell, "Look upon my brow, you toad!" he spat, "You will find all the proof you need there! Look at what I have around my neck if you cannot comprehend the first with your fat filled brain. The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw and the Locket of Salazar Slytherin. Artifacts of the founders!"
He regretted having to tell her that, but the sooner he could get through to her not to mess with him the better she would be. Immediately her greedy eyes rested on the Locket.
"The Locket of Salazar you say?" she asked, licking her lips like a fat kid in a bakery, "Well, I can take that as proof, to be tested…"
Staring down at her he decided he couldn't get through to her with words alone and that she would only do more harm than good if he used the Majestic Imperius on her he decided use the power of the Diadem to convince her.
"Madam." He said in a sickly sweet voice, drawing her eyes to his. "Ligilimen's!" and with that the process began.
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It was nearly three hours later when he left the 'comfort's' of Umbridge's office. The woman was a piece of work to say the least. Luckily she would no longer be his problem. Layered compulsion's would make the woman shy away from thoughts of him, more towards making trouble for Dumbledore and trying to help out that poor Arthur Weasely in the Misuse of Muggle Artifact's office. She would also be much more pliable towards him when he was present. Cruel? Maybe if she were human.
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It was two full days before he had received a reply from Dumbledore, doing little else other than working on his metamorphmagus abilities and forcing the Dursleys to do things. It was surprisingly dull, though he did head out to Diagon Alley once again to browse through and see if anything interesting popped up while he was there.
The meeting with Dumbledore took place on the first of July, in Gringotts of course. Dumbledore wouldn't let anyone into the school during the summer and Harry had no wish to go back there… yet.
Walking into the conference room Harry had to hold himself back, eagerly wishing he could just cut Dumbledore down now. But he couldn't. The man knew things that he needed to know and would be extremely difficult, maybe even impossible, to kill without his sword. There were many things that Harry was, as strong as Dumbledore was not one of them… Besides, he wanted to see if he could change the man at all.
"Greeting's Harold!" came the man's jovial voice, completely contrary to Harry's dark thoughts. "I am glad we were able to meet on such sort notice."
'Quit trying to make it sound like it was your idea!' "Yes, my time is limited so I am glad you were able to chose my earliest date. But enough chatter," he said in a firm neutral voice, removing his plain black cloak that he bought on his recent venture into the Alley, "we have business to attend to."
"Indeed, we do." He replied in kind, sitting at the round table in the middle of the room provided for them, "Well, first off you have inquired into acquiring Potter Manor Ruin's and the surrounding lands. I must say, this is quite unusual. Those lands have been abandoned for more than ten years, I dare say they would be quite a useless acquisition."
"That is possibly true; though rebuilding the Manor is my primary goal." He answered amicably, trying to put forth a good foot, "As you no doubt know I have recently came into my family's heritage. I am the first in quite some time to take up the name though, due to the stigma that comes with it."
"Stigma?" asked the old goat with a frown and crease of his brow.
"Why yes, the Ravenclaw name is bound with another: Slytherin." The older man's eyes widened only marginally, "Yes, while Slytherin did have a legitimate son and heir, Ravenclaw had two. One who's line was not questioned and is said to have gone on until it mixed with others, Marisa Ravenclaw, and another that was from unknown origin's, Helen Ravenclaw. The second daughter was a child of Rowena and Salazar. It is from this child that I am descendent."
All of it was true, of course, and he knew the headmaster knew this. He also knew that the Headmaster didn't know that the elder child had never given birth to an heir, raising her sister's bastard child as her own. Of course Helen Ravenclaw was a piece of work on her own and died so young that no one would have guessed it.
"That is very intriguing," the elder man said, stroking his beard "though I fail to see how it factors in to you wishing to rebuild Potter Manor." Internally the man was fretting, wondering how he could have missed something like that. Offhandedly he wondered if the child had gone to the Ministry yet to claim his titles. If he had then there was nothing he could do, if he hadn't then he may be able to do something at the very least. Two votes in the Founders Court was worse than one vote, he could overtake Dumbledore's control of the Court completely.
Smiling, realizing what was going through his old headmasters head, Harry answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "To rebuild my family of course." Truly, it kinda was the most obvious thing in the world, "My hope is to create a large family, and to have two heirs, one to carry on the name Slytherin, the other Ravenclaw. Indeed, if I have a female then I have been considering several choices for possible mates, though it will be up to them in the end."
'Ah! A chance to control him through his children, possibly even through his wife if he marries to whom I chose.'
"Indeed… And what are you looking for in a mate?"
Smiling Harry shook his head, "Many thing's Albus, but love and willingness over all." If there was one thing that he knew the God's, and Morrigan especially, liked it was true love… ironically enough marriage wasn't all too important, though it was accepted. He truthfully doubted that he would marry; too many women, even those who practices the Old Ways like himself, would expect him to love only them if they were married. That was something he knew he couldn't do. He also knew that betraying any wife he might take would kill him on the inside. Until he was well sown and a father several times over wouldn't be settling down.
Smiling, believing he still might be able to win things his way, Dumbledore opened the negotiation's for real, "Very well, Harold. Well, the Potter Lands are nearly twenty miles in all directions. The large Orchard that was set up has been mostly destroyed and the farm house were all the fruits were stored has been destroyed, only leaving the stone foundation's. The Manor house itself is standing, though it is mere skeletal remains. A little ways past the farm house there is a village of sorts were seasonal hands would stay. The old houses are still standing, if barely, and have been abandoned as long as the rest of the lands."
"This is all in the north of land, towards the main road that leads to a few of the modern cities in Scotland Proper and is actually not too far off from Hogsmead, a very fortunate location for one of your ancestry. To the south is a rather large lake that is said to connect to the Black Lake on Hogwarts through underground river's. Surrounding the Lake and taking up much of the rest of the land is a dense woods that actually is part of the Forbidden Forest on Hogwarts lands. I should point out as well that there are three clearings in the woods that had been known as rather respected Druid Circles in the past, One of the Winter Solstice, one for the Summer Solstice, and the last for the Equinox's."
"The last bit of useful information is that the lands had been placed under a number of permanent wards, standard Unplottable, anti-apparition, anti-Portkey, muggle repelling, as well as many others that are tied to the master of the land's should he set up the proper ward stones."
Harry listened to this all carefully, know well that he would be able to get through those wards with or without purchasing the lands as he was already recognized by the wards as a Potter. Had he not been a Potter by blood then he would have had to walk their and set up the ward stones with Gringott's help.
"Very good Albus." He said clasping his hands together in front of him. "Well, we will have to take a few things into account while deciding on a proper price. The fact that I will have to destroy and remove most of the existing structures and repair the others for one. I personally don't think I should be paying for decrepit buildings. Secondly I think it is only fair that since the orchards have been destroyed that they should also be taken away from the price of the offered lands. Lastly is the fact that everything has gone uncared for, for the past decade. Likewise though it is a fairly large lot of land with a piece of the Forbidden forest on it. The Druid Circles you mentioned sound like they can be used for some rituals. Other than that though it is just a piece of land to me."
"Excellent points lad… Now, how about… Oh, two hundred thousand Galleons?" It was a steep price for the lands, too steep for him to be willing to take.
"No, a hundred thousand would be more than enough, thank you. Besides, the lands only cost the Potter estates more money the longer they go without making a profit. In all honesty Mr. Potter will be saving money by selling it." He said with a frown. He had seen a few of the Potter ledgers when he had come of age, fifty thousand would be enough to cover all lost profits.
"My boy, those are valuable lands, I cannot just let them go for so cheap… perhaps if you were willing to trade something for it…"
Instantly Harry was worried. The old man was more tricky than a fey when it came to bargaining for things. "It will, of course, depend of what you wish me to give to Mr. Potter." He acquiesced.
With a large grin on his face he made his offer, "The hand of your first born daughter for Mr. Potter. With the appropriate magical contract's of course and supposing Mr. Potter or the young girl are willing."
Internally the younger man was nauseas. Being married to his own daughter, the thought that the child might wish to have a child with him… Then his mind began to move onto the loopholes in this. He was Mr. Potter after all, he could negate the contract should it ever come to it.
"And in exchange for this marriage contract between my potential daughter and Mr. Potter you would give me the lands?" He asked hopefully.
"The contract and…. Fifty thousand Galleon's in exchange for the Potter Land's." Dumbledore answered, actually believing he had won.
Smiling evilly they both grasped one another's arm's, each believing they had won, "I will of course be expecting payment for my daughter by Mr. Potter himself, even if it is not in Galleon's." said Harry knowingly.
"Of course, of course, it is tradition after all!" and with that the two men walked out of the room. Before he left though Harry called to the older man.
"I will see you at the governor's meeting on the first then Albus?" internally he started crying, It would take too long to get in control of the Ravenclaw and Slytherin seats fully, but at least he may have an ally of sorts.
"Yes Harold." He said weakly, hoping the man wasn't too ambitious.
"Lot's of changes to make, lots of changes." An actual tear escaped the older man's eye.
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With parts one, claiming his title's at both Gringotts and the Ministry, and two, getting a hold of the Potter land's, of his master plan complete Harry began stage three.
Next he would have to court the Pureblood high society. For that he needed a name with prestige and a place he could base himself out of.
First thing was first, he needed to fix up the new Ravenclaw estates and build a Manor from which to live. The goblin's would be ecstatic… so would the Fey when he called on them for help.
While he did that he would also need to look through the Ravenclaw and Slytherin finances to see what other sorts of business' he owned. While his ancestors were from a thousand years ago the line had gone dormant only two hundred years past, he should have shares that were still valid even today.
While it was the middle of summer he was also planning on performing a rite of fertility and abundance. It should give his lands a chance to grow anew in any event and with luck he might even be able to hire hands to take the fruit's off to market in the Alley's… Now that he thought of it, there was an accountant on Molly's side of the family…
Then there were the million's of other little plots that were jumping around in his head. He realized something… He now had the means to a thousand ends. Each night he would go to sleep with dreams of potion's, books, apprentices, gods, and plot's.