Title: Gwydion's Sword
Author: P.L.S.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of M-Preg, a burned and tattered M/M relationship, and language.
Summery: After running from the world he knew could only betray him, he thought his life was simple. To his dismay that same world has turned into his nightmares and come back to claim his life and maybe even his children.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, kinda obvious.
Author's Note: I both like and loathe canon. I'll put up spoilers for the books, not the movies, and as the sixth book isn't out yet, but it will be soon, you may see elements from it as well. I also love working with broken relationships, the idea of state santioned enslavement, and that the history makers are human, not gods, and thus make mistakes. Expect Harry to be flawed, addicted, and in the company of people who you wouldn't even stand behind at the cash register. This is the only warning you will get. This header will not appear on the following chapters, mostly because I'm lazy. If I have anything to say A/N's will be at the bottom of the rest of the chapters.
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Prolouge: Bastian, Estella & Ester
It wasn't that unusual to see three children of obviously Anglo desent walking around the markets of San Carlos with bright smiles, bright bits of valuable metal, and pockets of cordobas, centavos, US Dollars, and various other odd moneys that were typically from lands that most had only known of because of satalite news and geography classes. But the children were quick and tight with their treasures, often the boy would be seen haggling like an old wife over camping stuffs, knives, or sweets. The girls seemed to like to double team on poor venders of ribbons, clothes, and other more odd things. Their father was often seen laughing with others as his triplets made fools of the sellers and spent his money wisely.
As it was known he was without a wife and those prone to gossip often wondered how such a man could raise three children by himself outside the city. It was well known that the man had built his house near the San Juan, but it was far off the main roads and if it weren't for the beat up old military made Jeep they arrived in each month everyone would suspect magic was somehow involved, or some secret government experiment like in all the American shows. But they knew that he was normal as any Anglo could be who came to live in their area. In fact most liked him, he was kind, knew their ways and followed them for the most part, and never treated them like the poor savages that most foreigners were want to.
His children returned to him as he put the last of the supplies and foodstuffs he bought in the back of the Jeep, all returning with more goods than they should have. The man always left three of the new toys or books in front and packed the rest away and then took the children with him as he went visiting and to find dinner. He never feared theft, mostly because no one had reason to steal from him, and also because the first time he had come to town ten years ago his pocket was picked by a local thug and before daybreak the next morn the man was in the police station bruised and confessing to every crime he had ever commited.
In the morning, just as the first stalls open in the market, the children were back trying to make one last deal before their father called Bastian, Estella, Ester! wich always happened before any of them could buy anything. Disappointment would always cloud their green eyes as they obediantly ran to the Jeep where their father waited with three little suprises in his hands for his children.
It was accepted by the local athorities that the man handled their education and every year they would spend an extra day in town as the children were tested by the schools in the basics, it also helped that the man paid taxes to the city and while he wasn't a member of the church, he did help when asked and donated during Christmas and Easter. Senor Jones and his three children were treated like members of the community and protected as such. So when the three children were brought in to the town by an unknown mestizo in military garb with the emblem of a firebird and crossed arrows, naturally the town took care of the children and questioned the man.
As it turned out Senor Jones was a valued member of a mercinary group as well as a translator for the mixed peoples who belonged to it as well. Jones went missing in the night, signs of struggle and forced entry were evident as well as footprints of two dozen men. The town also found out Jones was from Great Britian and that he was probably taken by members of a religious cult he was on the run from. One of the priests took great intrest when Senor Jones' real name came out, Harry Potter. It was then that he declared that a prayer vigil should be started for Jones and his return. Half of those who first heard this signed up and took a vow to pray and to fast. After all, even if he wasn't born and raised in town, he was theirs by choice which made him all the more loved.