Prologue

Ten Days had gone by. Ten Days and they were no closer to destroying the wards then they had been the first. It angered Dumbledore. He had fought this war for many years. He had killed most of Potter's dratted generals. All that was left was killing Potter and his last six generals. However, that couldn't happen due to the dam fortress in front of him.

The Black castle stared ominously down at Dumbledore. To Dumbledore, this castle was just another symbol of a dark age. Inside this castle sat Harrison Potter, Dumbledore's biggest regret. The boy had had so much potential, he was born into the Potter family, a family that at least when James took over was staunch supporters of himself. Albus had suspected that their child would follow in his father's footsteps after being raised right. However, that had all changed. At the age of four both his parents and his godfather, Sirius Black had been killed by the Lestranges and Barty Crouch. Albus had tried to step in and put Harry with a good light family but alas his Grandmother Cassiopeia Black had used her influence to take him from Albus. It was with great sadness Albus had instead turned his focus to the Longbottom boy. The boy, at the tender age of one, had somehow defeated Voldemort and Albus had proclaimed him The-Boy-Who-Lived. The one-year-old would be raised by his grandmother Augustus Longbottom leaving Albus with very little influence over him. It had been a terrible time for him.

Giving himself a little shake Dumbledore focused back on the castle. Surrounding Dumbledore stood the Order of the Phoenix. There were about two dozen of them and they were all here to defeat the menace that was Harry Potter-Black. If only they could break these dammed wards.

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Harrison Potter, Lord of House Potter and Black, stood as naked as the day he was born in the centre of a runic circle. Surrounding this circle were six girls. Three sets of sisters. All chanting. In front of him stood the two Delacour sisters, Silver hair flowing gracefully around there porcelain faces. Behind him stood the Greengrass sisters, violet eyes staring unblinkingly at his back. Trying to memorise every contour and scar, not like it would matter, but it soothed them. Finally on his right and left stood Flora and Hestia Carrow respectively, the crimson twins.

He'd already said his goodbyes. They spent two days preparing the ritual. He spent the next six days spending one day with each of his girls. They spent the second last day mourning their lost ones. Now it was the day they had been dreading. The day of the ritual. A ritual which would send him back to his fourteen-year-old body. They were, to put it plainly, procrastinating. With a twitch, Harrison felt the first crack in the wards. He gave a single nod. His remaining generals started to chant.

"Quae nihil aliud est quam potentia est. Iubeat dominus noster et imperium in potestate anathema sit renascitur, sicut dictum est."

The chanting continued, repeating over and over. Finally, it reached a crescendo. The runes started to glow with an unearthly blue light. The light surrounded Harry and he watched as his forever faithful lovers each brought knives to their throats. Each dying with a smile on their face. Each dying so he could travel back to his childhood body. He watched as each of them slumped to the ground around him. He watched as Dumbledore burst into the room a spell already spewing from his wand. He felt a lone tear trail down the right side of his face as his world turned black and he swore to change the world and never to allow Albus to become Dumbledore

July 31st 1991

It was with a grown that Harrison Potter-Black rolled out of his four-poster bed. Casting a quick "Tempus" a grin made its way onto his face. It had worked. It was July 31st 1991. He was in the Black manor and it was his birthday. The day he had been given his lordships.

Walking down the marble staircase he noticed Kreacher waiting at the bottom of the stairs "Master Black" He wheezed. "Mistress Black is waiting for you in the Parlour" Dismissing the elf's presence Harry strode towards the door on his left. He'd always hated that elf. Why his Grandmother wouldn't replace him he would never know, the thing was far too devoted to his dead master.

Opening the door he was greeted by the visage of Cassiopeia Black sitting regally in her favourite armchair, a horrid red thing which deserved to be burnt.

"Harrison," her clear voice cut through the silence "take a seat."

It wasn't a request, it was an order. Harrison sat and stared as Cassie, as she had all but ordered him to call her, handed two boxes to him. The first was pure white and had the Potter coat of arms, two eagles interlocked at the right and left wing. The second was Pitch black and had the image of a raven etched into its lid. The Black family crest. It was strange he knew what each ring looked like, had been accepted by both rings but he was still nervous. Opening the first box he was met with the familiar ring of the Potters. A simple gold band with a large ruby surrounded by small sapphires. On the inside was an inscription, Novissima autem inimica destruetur mors, The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. It was ironic that it had only been his second last enemy. Dumbledore had always been last.

In the second box sat the Black ring. Two platinum bands crisscrossed each other to form the ring. On the inside of one band was the word Toujours while the other said Pur, always pure. At the top of one band sat a large emerald, on the second in the same spot sat a diamond. Where the two stones touched sat an Onyx stone. Harrison had never managed to unlock the secrets of this stone. The ring had been in the family for generations but the knowledge of the properties of the stones had faded with the death of his great grandfather.

Carefully he took the Potter ring out of its box and slipped it onto his left hand's middle finger. Pleasure flooded his being. It felt as though his magic was singing, a sense of home and of belonging flooded him. The Potter ring had accepted him. He took the Black ring and placed it on his right hand's middle finger. The feeling was vastly different yet strangely the same as the other ring. Cold seeped into him, it surrounded him like a cocoon. However, it felt like protection, like he was safe and at home. Opening his eyes he found he was on the floor. Picking himself up he sat himself down on the couch once more.

Cassie smirked, "We need to talk."

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"-you will always maintain proper etiquette no matter what the situation. A Black never lets his emotions show in public."

Harrison nodded, he had been taught this from the age of seven and had already lived a full life, he knew what was expected. They had discussed everything from his portfolio to his public appearance, it had almost put him to sleep.

"Finally" Cassie continued "In the coming years you will receive marriage contracts, it is up to you which you accept and which you decline. You are lord of two families so you will have a minimum of two wives, I expect each to be from upstanding families. I will implore you do not accept every one of them because while you are incredibly wealthy, your vaults are not endless" with a small smile she rose "Now I must be off to bed I'm feeling quite tired, age seems to be getting the better of me." With that she left the room, leaving Harrison to reflect on how he would change things this time around.