Celebwen Telcontar: I hate these new stories where Harry is the Heir to Elessar, and that he always gets Hermione. Well, this fic is something other than simply being a HPLOTR crossover. It is a combination between history and HP, mainly the history of a certain Macedonian king, namely Alexander III son of Phillip II. Don't run away! It's not that bad, is it?

Balrog: I certainly hope not. You worked for quite a time on this before it was named and given to the website. This fic will be HGSS, RWLL, HPGW, NLLB, ADMM, RLNT, and DTBZ (Female Blaize). I hope people like it!

Celebwen Telcontar: Well, people, if Harry Potter belonged to me, then I would be having people pay me for it! Oh, there's a nickel! Oh, and a dime! Wow!

Balrog: Get a life. Look, they're only plastic! Plas-tic!! Review people, and no flames or I'll flame you right back. And that's not just an empty threat.

Okay, bleh blah blih Parseltongue and bleh blah blih telepathy "bleh blah blih" normal, vocal speech.

Professor Binns kept rambling on, Hermione the only one who kept up with the notes.

"And Alexander III of Macedonia then put down a curse on his deathbed: any descendant of his, if ever in dire peril and in need of a comrade and with hopeless tasks before him would gain all of his knowledge and his possessions, including his beloved Bucephalus, the last of the intelligent telepathic horses. His armor would be spell-proof, including any death curses, and his belt would have a wand holster as well as the scabbard for his sword. All of this would happen when his heir became of age, or when all family members were eliminated. So far, no one has ever been gifted with the effects of Alexander III of Macedonia. Homework is three rolls of parchment on the life and works of Alexander III of Macedonia and his empire, along with the properties of intelligent telepathic horses, and how Alexander made horses bow before him. Due when you return from summer break." The class slowly came to life, and all exited, Hermione excited and ready to get to work. Harry trudged up to the great hall, still yawning, and started to take his place for the end of year feast. This year he was going to be of age, so on July 31, he could produce spells without the Ministry of Magic descending down on him.

On Harry's birthday, several things happened. The normal owls came in, but there was a strange black seabird as well, bearing a letter.

"Harry Potter, son of James Potter, you have inherited my kingdom. You are in great need, and so Bucephalus is now yours. He will be arriving within the hour, so you need to tell your family to help them adjust. They will not be attacked by the horse, so you need not worry. The armor and other effects will be shipped as soon as possible, and will arrive with the rest of the horses.

"Many happy returns, Harry Potter, my Heir.

"Alexander III son of Phillip II, your ancestor."

The letter translated itself into English from Greek, and there was a brilliant light from his window. He looked out in the backyard, and saw that there was a large black horse browsing on the shrubbery. Aunt Petunia would be enraged.

"Who? Bucephalus?!" Harry called softly. The horse looked up and neighed quietly, bobbing his head up and down.

Yes, it is I. Come down, new King of Macedonia, and greet me properly. I cannot see you fully while you stare down at me like an eagle! The stallion motioned downward with his head. Bucephalus had on his brilliant saddle and bridle, and his coat gleamed in the moonlight. Harry threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with his tennis shoes, and silently trotted down to see the beautiful animal. He exited the house, and was met by the overenthusiastic horse. You look good, young master! But your muscles have not fully developed. Oh, well. They will. Will you get onto my back so that I can introduce you to your home in Macedonia? Harry looked at the horse's saddle. He didn't know how to mount. Alright. When I kneel, get astride of my saddle, and I will stand under you. In the future, you will need to learn how to properly mount. The great stallion went to his knees, and Harry sat astride the horse. Bucephalus rose, then with a crack, both horse and rider were gone.

When they cracked into existence, Harry felt slightly weak. He rode the stallion as he picked his way down a hill, then broke into a swift canter as they came up unto the Tumulus. The great warhorse leapt up the hill, then trotted off to the ancient palace, where he focused the great jewel on his bridle.

This is absurd. I can't deal with this, the palace and the city of Pella being demolished like this. I never did this with Alexander, though he was a wizard. I never needed to. Now I will resurrect the palace, so that you can live there. When the time is right, the people of Greece will turn to you as their leader. Then, your opponent will have need to fear, for I will be there with you, you will be the leader of the Greeks and the Macedonians, the Heir to the conqueror of Persia and Asia, and all of them that live in the lands you conquered will bow to you. Harry stared at the back of his horse's neck, shocked. He would rule all Asia and Greece?! And the Middle East. I'm not sure how Osama bin Ladin or Sadaam Hussein will feel about this, but you will not be opposed with this army. Harry's jaw dropped as the looks of the ancient palace. It now has indoor pluming and insulation against both heat and cold. The walls are magically impregnable, and the stables have every horse your ancestor ever owned in them. The home has in it all of your inherited wealth. I would deeply suggest you take a wife, be she Macedonian or not, in order to keep your line strong.

"Whoa. Alright, I suppose I can sleep here tonight."

Then go. I'll be alright in the stable. Actually, can you untack me and groom me down first?

"Sure. Show me the way to the stable." The stallion wandered into the stable, and Harry dismounted with great difficulty. He fumbled with the buckles, then laid the saddle, saddle blanket, and bridle on the posts and half-walls, then began to groom the stallion.

When he was finished with the horse, Harry went back into the palace, found his bedchambers, stripped to his boxers, and fell asleep on a sleeping couch.

The next morning, Harry was rudely awakened by several owls hooting in his face. Hedwig and the usual school owl were the closest, as well as an unfamiliar great horned owl. Several others were about him, and he untied each of them, letting them eat from the plate of Mediterranean fruit delicacies that appeared near the couch. He himself sampled a few grapes and an olive stuffed with Feta cheese. He found that though it was a little bit strong, that he liked the taste, though Hedwig gave him a disgruntled look after she sampled an olive, then stuck to the grapes. Harry took a sip of the wine, and looked closely at it, smiling at the tasty, syrupy drink.

He unwrapped Hedwig's package first, and found a beautiful leather bound book on potions from Hermione. Where she had gotten it was anybody's guess, because it was a very rare book. Ron's gift was a poisonous snake, as long as a boa constrictor, yet smart enough to carry out orders and multitask at the same time, it was a valuable creature to a Parselmouth like him. He looked at the immense snake, which looked in turn at him out of great amber eyes. He flattened a hood that mimicked that of a cobra, and bowed deeply.

Your majesty, I will ever serve you as you have delayed the Dark Lord's return, and you are the descendant of the mightiest warrior king ever to grace the face of this planet. All shall bow down to you, and your enemies shall despair. You are the greatest person since your ancestor. He in turn was truly the son of Zeus-Amun, and so you have divine blood as well. The humble Ptolemaic greets you, my King.

Ptolemaic? Like the General Ptolemy? I remember him… he got all of Egypt, and was Cleopatra VII ancestor, Bucephalus commented.

Yes, like the general. I am a great strategist, while Bucephalus is a great horse and a mighty warrior. He will proudly bear you to any doom, but I will help you to defeat your enemy.

Thanks, Ptolemaic and Bucephalus. Okay, what else do I have? He ripped open the packages, and found a letter from Hagrid explaining to him that he couldn't ship his gift, because he would rip apart the packaging and would be hunting too many game birds and would be seen too easily, which frightened Harry considerably. He also found a homemade cake and sweater from Mrs. Weasley, a beautiful wooden stag from Remus, a case of Chocolate Frogs from Ron, and an obscure yet quite beautiful rose from Neville: When he sat it down, it kept facing only one direction, seemingly twisting its stem all out of proportion.

A compass rose! They're very rare, and valued highly by seamen and travelers alike. It will be very useful! Ptolemaic hissed in appreciation. Harry bit into one of the frogs, and looked at the card. The picture showed a man in his late twenties or early thirties with curly blonde hair, grey eyes, and a black horse that looked remarkably like Bucephalus. The card proclaimed him to be Alexander the Great.

Then, he saw another package delivered by a huge jet black eagle owl. The package was long and thin, and as he removed it, he found a Thunderbolt, the newest top of the line broom. He didn't even know they existed, and looked at the slim handle, aerodynamic features, and beautiful jet black color with twigs of both black and silver. The card said that it was made of Broomstick Ebony, a very rare tree, and the silver twigs were of Narnian Silvertree branches, imported from a very long way. Then, he saw the other papers. One was obviously a picture because he could see an arm flailing out from under the other pictures, and as he moved them out of the way, he found several candid pictures of his mother and father. The one that was flailing about was his father taking his mother on a broom ride.

"I promised your mother to give these pictures to any children she had. I just found them in my attic, and gave them to you. The broomstick was just a bonus my fiancée asked me to get you. I hope that you have a good year, Harry.

Anon."

Harry stared at the letter. An old friend of his mother's had given these to him? Who was Anon? He knew that the abbreviation meant anonymous, so he hoped he would be able to find who the writer was.

Come on, pack up the presents, send the owls back to their own times, set Ptolemaic on your shoulders, get dressed into the tunic, armor and trousers there, then come out and tack me up, and we will be on our way back to England. Harry did as he was bid, then shrank the food, and another platter appeared in its place, that Harry shrank again. When the third platter appeared, he brought it outside and began to eat the olives, grapes, lamb, beef and chicken breakfast, Ptolemaic around his shoulders. He clumsily tacked up the large stallion, and then put the other horses on lunge lines with their bridles and saddles on, his presents in the other horse's saddlebags. Ptolemaic wrapped himself around the pommel of Ash's saddle, frightening the poor mare until Bucephalus calmed her down. Harry leapt into the saddle, gripping the stallion's ribcage with his knees, and the herd of horses Apparated directly to 4 Privet Dr.

Vernon Dursley was eating his grapefruit when a large group of horses and a man in extremely archaic Greek clothing and armor appeared in his backyard. He choked on his grapefruit for a few seconds, and then stared at the man until he recognized him.

"Boy, get off that monster and get to work! How did that horse end up here anyways?"

"Uncle Vernon, I'm not a slave of the household, but am Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived, Gryphindor seeker, and Heir of one of the greatest kings ever to grace the surface of the planet."

"What?" Vernon laughed.

"King Alexander III son of King Phillip II of Macedonia."

"Who is that?" Petunia asked, staring at the horses, which were now munching on a group of shrubs. Harry dismounted, transfigured a rock into a large stable, and set to work making his horses comfortable. He then added a fairly large one-story flat on top of the stable for himself, and wrapped Ptolemaic about his shoulders. By the time he was finished it was lunchtime, and he was very hungry, so went in and enlarged one of the platters of Greek food.

"You're welcome to have some. It's actually very tasty." Petunia nervously sampled a slice of lamb, as lamb had been her favorite meat until she married Vernon and he banned it from the house. She closed her eyes in bliss, licking the remains off of her lips. Harry transfigured a fork into a plate full of lamb, olives, Feta cheese, ripe cherry tomatoes, tzaziki sauce, and a few leaves of lettuce. Aunt Petunia dug right in, having her first Greek dinner in over twenty years, and loving it.

"What's the meaning of this, boy? You come with a group of horses, then turning forks into plates of weird food, now Petunia is eating it? What is this?"

"Here, Uncle Vernon. I'll get you a plate of Greek cuisine." And Harry did so, but Vernon wasn't too pleased with the food. He thought it tasted too strong for his tastes. Harry went outside after his lunch was finished, and spoke with Bucephalus and Ptolemaic to learn how to use strategy and the instincts of a warrior much like Alexander had, then how to keep as many of his people alive as possible.

Okay, Harry. Say that Voldemort were to attack Hogwarts directly, and you have all the teachers and students inside. Voldemort uses harsh spells that are meant to kill and maim. What do you do with the attack so that the least amount of your forces is demolished and Voldemort and all of his followers are either killed or apprehended by the Minestry?

Okay. Well, I'll send transfigured dummies that have had a substitutiary locomotion spell placed on them to scout the walls and to make the Death Eaters waste some of their spells. Then, I'll use spell-proof armor, like I have from Alexander, and use spell-incresers to modify the spells for wide-target areas to take out groups of people with say a Stunner, or to perminately stick their feet to the ground. That would be good, they'd be going to Azkaban with clods of soil stuck to their feet when we dig them up.

That sounds like a good plan, but how will you obtain the spell incresers? Or the substitutiary locomotion spell?Not to mention the reality of the dummies to fool Voldemort. He's tough to fool, and he will be looking for something like this.

Only if he has a mole in the Order.

Maybe we can reverse the situation. Do you have any moles in his group?

Yes. Severus Snape. He's in Voldemort's inner circle.

Excellent.

I say take the group by force, using Ptolemaic's ideas to create several strategies then rushing the Death Eaters. Since you are related, through Olympius' line to the mighty Achilles, you should be one of the greatest warriors ever seen. What do you say, Ptolemaic?

I agree that he has unbelieveable heritage, what with Phillip, Alexander, and Achilles as his ancestors, not to mention Zeus, but your ideas for attack are not a good idea. We need a better plan of action. Until then, we will wait in the castle for him to come to us. That way, we're fresh, and they are worn out.

Alright, Ptolemaic, Bucephalus. I'll stick to your advice. Thanks, guys.

Celebwen Telcontar: Well, how did you like it? The strategy was created by myself, though I am no strategist, I think it may work. If the Gods are on our side. If Zeus demolishes the opposing force. How about the food? Personally, I, though being Wisconsin born and bred, raised in Colorado, I favor Greek cuisine over any others, including the traditional fries and burger. As for Kalamata olives stuffed with authentic Feta sheep cheese, I love it! Yum… oh this is making me hungry! Oh and that tzaziki sauce… oooh, yummy! Delicious!

Balrog: Disgusting. Too soft and cold. And it's… what is it? Bitter, or vinegary… yuck. I much prefer a gneiss and magnetite sundae with melted galena extract as a sauce, with crushed sulfur and ochre sprinkles, a stick of pegmatite, a bowl of granite, and a spoon of diamond dipped in magma with a coating of crushed graphite.

Celebwen Telcontar: Uhhh… no thank you. I'd rather keep all of my teeth, and feast on Greek food. Anyways, I have the next installment coming up relatively soon. Please review! I hope someone's out there now…