The Lost Marauder: Prince

Summary: Harry believes himself to be in love with a new girl who has joined in the Trios 5th year. What happens when she accidently says something she shouldn't have? For the First Harry is being told the whole story of the Marauders. What if his parents weren't as in love as he thought? And is the new girl new at all? And why do all grown-ups seem to react so badly to the word 'Prince'?

Sirius was proven innocent in 3rd year and Harry now lives with him, he doesn't die in the department of mysteries.

Um-bitch IS at Hogwarts for the beginning and the DA is there as well. The story skips most of Harry's 5th year.

I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters from the books; full credit goes to JK Rowling.

Prologue

In the vast mountains and forests of Transylvania, in a place where no human, Muggle or Magical, could find, a small crowd of people gathered in a circle whispering and muttering heatedly.

"They're pushing us to the furthest ends of the world, to places that they dare not enter." one man with purple eyes, so dark they seemed almost black, and tawny hair said angrily, "Soon we will be too down trodden and weak to act against their numbers!"

The people began to mutter again and several nodded their heads.

"We can't fight them, Ryand; they are strong and their sheer numbers could overwhelm us if we try again." This time the speaker was a woman with eyes a much lighter shade of purple and dark red hair that seemed that fanned out behind her (courtesy of a strong wind) as they argued, "Remember the last time we tried at the battle of Kladsh!"

The man, Ryand, sneered at her and it was obvious that they had had this conversation many times before with no conclusion,

"That was three hundred years ago, Deridere.' He exclaimed scornfully, 'The witches and wizards are soft now and have few allies; Fudge of The United Kingdom is weak and will soon be overpowered by Voldemort. He offers much for our kind if we help him."

More murmurs were heard from the rest of the group and most of the group nodded, looking hopeful, though several people still remained unsure.

"What does Seth say?" asked a little girl, the only child there, but her eyes held the looked of an adult who has seen a lot in their life, a tired look, as if they were weary of the world they lived in and longed for rest.

"Yes, what does Seth say?" Deridere asked with an air of great smugness as if she knew that the argument was already won. It was clear that Seth was the one who would decide what they would do and that when she decided they would follow. A man with light blue eyes that held a single, small, yet solid ring of purple in them stepped forwards and walked a little way away towards a cliff edge.

A single solitary figure stood there. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes, which were the same dark blue as the sky with small flecks of silver and purple, staring into the night to a time and place that only she knew, Seth sighed.

"I suppose that it was too much to ask that they left me out of it, Callum?" she asked wearily. Callum smiled fondly at the girl in silence.

"You may tell them that if they expect Voldemort to help them then it is them that are the fools; he has no honour and will help none unless it has something in it for him." She took a deep breath here like she was steeling herself to do something desperate.

"Callum?"

Callum had already turned away to deliver her message to the others.

She took yet another deep breath, "I'm leaving." She said in a rush before blushing and continuing at a slower pace, "They need me. He needs me. I'm still clinging on to my human life, I know, but I need to see them again. You're all like family to me but they're..."

Callum smiled gently again, "Don't worry." He told softly, "I understand, just as Seth is not your real name so Seth is not really you only a part of you. What do you want me to tell the others?"

Relief broke over Seth's face and she smiled a brilliant, stunning smile that left him feeling dazed as the stars seemed to dance before of his eyes, such was the radiance of her smile.

"Can you tell them that at least the Order of The Phoenix will keep their word as will the ministry if you bind it to them strongly enough." She was still smiling though it was diluted enough to make the stars stop dancing and the darkness to creep back up, he could also think a little clearly now.

"You are going to help the 'light'?" Callum asked in the small pause that followed, trying to work out the aggravatingly beautiful girl in front of him. When she had first come to them she was heart-broken and depressed, rarely smiling, later when she made friends she laughed and danced and smiled all the time though there were odd days like today where she brooded over her past and what she had left behind. It really was very curious, she was younger than the rest of them by a hundreds of years, the next youngest was born in the 1800, and yet they all seemed to depend on her to always be there, to help them, to lead them true.

"My family was neutral for eons, my friends preached the virtues of the 'light' and I am a creature of darkness and shadows." She whispered to herself, "for so long I have belonged to them all but now..." Seth shook her head as she trailed off staring once more at the stars,

"Make no mistake, I have no great love for the so called 'light' but yes I will aid them in their struggle. It used to be their struggle after all."

With a sudden Cheshire cat grin she laughed and ran past him in a blur over the cliff edge before at last minute jumping and hanging suspended in the air for a second, so utterly carefree and childlike, before plummeting to the ground.

Callum peered over the edge, concerned despite himself. A couple of hundred feet below, in the forests full of wolves and bears he heard that same happy laughter darting between trees. He couldn't help it, he laughed; she was going home.

On the other side of Europe, a week later, Harry Potter went back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place after spending two weeks with the Weasleys' at The Burrow before he started his 5th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the watchful eyes, though for different reasons, of both the Ministry of Magic and the Headmaster, Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Chapter one

"So the Order's worried about the vampires NOT doing anything?" Hermione asked with a small frown on her face, her voice low to stop people over hearing her.

"Apparently." Harry murmured

"But why?" Hermione asked again an even bigger frown on her face, "As long as they're not joining ...Vol...Voldemort."

"Hermione," Ron started explaining, "Vamps suffer from even more prejudice then Werewolves...'cause, well, they're always like that, not just the once a month thing with Moony. Add to that that they're faster, stronger, better looking, their senses (Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch and Hearing) are so much better than ours and no one remember a Vampire ever dying of natural causes! Most wizards are as terrified of them as they are of You-Know-Who!"

Ron finished dramatically.

"But if they haven't done anything..." Hermione was yet again interrupted by Ron who was the only one who understood the Prejudices of the Wizarding World,

"But they did do things Hermione," he said patiently, "They were massive in the last war, entire town were killed; all had bite marks and all had been sucked dry. No one could move far enough, fast enough you see?"

"Why would they do something like that?" Hermione said aghast

"They feed off blood Hermione, can't live without it. They were pushed to the furthest ends of the Earth by the Wizarding World and some of them wanted Payback," Ron said disgustedly, "Of course," he admitted, "Many were in it because of what You-Know-Who promised them, they really were desperate." Ron finished quietly thinking of all the lives ended because Wizards and Witches had abused their fellow Magical beings.

"And that is why the order is worried," Harry interjected, "They played a big part in the last war and they got a lot out of it so why choose to sit this one out?"

Just then the Giant door at the end of the hall flew open and McGonagall entered leading a long line of First years to be sorted. Everyone looked up at the Sorting hat as it began to sing,

In times of old, when I was new,
and
Hogwarts barely started,
the founders of our noble school
thought never to be parted.
United by a common goal,
they had the selfsame yearning
to make the world's best magic school
and pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach"
The four good friends decided.
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided.
For were there such friends anywhere
As
Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
unless it was the second pair
Of
Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw,
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there, so I can tell
the whole sad, sorry tale.
Said
Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
whose ancestry's purest."
Said
Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest"
Said
Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name."
Said
Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot
and treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
when first they came to light.
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance,
Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning just like him.
And only those of sharpest mind
were taught by
Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring
Gryffindor.
Good
Hufflepuff, she took the rest
and taught them all she knew,
thus, the
Houses and their founders
Maintained friendships firm and true.

So Hogwarts worked in harmony
for several happy years,
but then discord crept among us
feeding on our faults and fears.

The Houses that, like pillars four
had once held up our school
now turned upon each other and
divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
must meet an early end.
What with dueling and with fighting
and the clash of friend on friend.
And at last there came a morning
when old
Slytherin departed
and though the fighting then died out
he left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
were whittled down to three
have the
Houses been united
as they once were meant to be.

And now the Sorting Hat is here
and you all know the score:
I sort you into
Houses
because that is what I'm for.
But this year I'll go further,
listen closely to my song:
though condemned I am to split you
still I worry that it's wrong,
though I must fulfil my duty
and must quarter every year
still I wonder whether sorting
may not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
the warning history shows,
for our
Hogwarts is in danger
from external, deadly foes
and we must unite inside her
or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
let the Sorting now begin.

"That was cheerful!" Ron said raising his eyebrows, "Branched out a bit."

"Yes it has." Harry said quietly, the Hat had never tried to give them advice before.

Professor McGonagall read the first name off the long list,

"Abercrombie, Ewan."

The hat was placed on the scared young boys head and thought for a moment before shouting,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Everyone in Gryffindor clapped loudly, Harry among them. The sorting continued like this with Harry clapping whenever someone was sorted into Gryffindor.

The sorting was over and Dumbledore had stood up to give his beginning of year speech when the doors suddenly burst open, clattering loudly in the sudden silence. A single hooded and robed figure stood in the doorway for a minute before walking down towards the front of the hall, Harry craned his neck to try and see as much of the figure as possible. He got the feeling it was a woman,

"Bloody hell!" Ron muttered from next to him, "Just the way she walks..." he trailed off but everyone knew what he meant, the woman walked quickly and lightly, with the air of someone ready for an attack and at the same time alluring, powerful and confident.

Everyone watched her as she walked straight up to McGonagall, her robes billowing more impressively then even Snape could hope for. She seemed un-daunted by all the hostile and curious stares and acted like she was used to attention and playing the crowd

"I request permission to be sorted." Her voice was soft and musical but it carried easily and had a playful spark in it. McGonagall collected herself,

"Name?"

"...Seth, you can call me Seth!" 'Seth' hesitated before she spoke clearly wary of given a name to someone she didn't know.

"Well Seth, would you please lower your hood and try on the Sorting hat." McGonagall didn't waver in her stare as she spoke

Seth lowered her hood slowly; she had a pretty face; high cheekbones, fair skin but not deathly or creamy pale like some people, curly light brown hair that fell gently down her shoulders and vivid eyes. They were an indigo blue colour with flecks of silver and purple in them. Harry stared, at that moment her eyes had met his and Harry had seen recognition flare within them before being over taken by a deep heart wrenching pain. His breathe caught in his chest as he stared at the girl who was all of a sudden beautiful beyond compare to him, as if a light had been brought into the room and lit up everything like never before.

She put the hat on her head still staring at him sadly.

"Staring but not seeing." A voice in the back of his head whispered, "She is not seeing you."

A curtain was suddenly lowered over the pain in her gaze and she blinked and smiled as the house finally sang out,

"I name thee Gryffindor sweet night,

A Prince living tough,

To bring mankind to great heights,

A diamond in the rough."

Gryffindor slowly started clapping as the realisation that this person, this strange, enchanting mystical person was in their house crashed down. The clapping was the loudest heard in years, louder than Harry's own sorting into Gryffindor not that he cared.

"We got the girl, we got the girl!" The Weasley twins could be heard shouting happily as the rest of the house thundered.

The girl in question merely laughed and ran over to the table, carefree and happy.

Yes she had made the right choice in returning to her first and true Home!