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Warnings- There is a reason why it is M, EXPLICIT

Chapter 1

'A crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving together with wands pointing straight upward, was marching slowly across the field. Harry squinted at them…They didn't seem to have faces… They didn't seem to have faces…Then he realised that their heads were hooded and their faces masked. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes. It was as though the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes operate d by invisible strings that rose from the wands into the air.

Two of the figures were very small. More wizards were joining the marching group, laughing and pointing up at the floating bodies. Tents crumpled and fell as the marching crowd swelled. Once or twice Harry saw one of the marchers blast a tent out of his way with his wand. Several caught fire. The screaming grew louder.

The floating people were suddenly illuminated as they passed over a burning tent and Harry recognised one of them: Mr. Roberts, the campsite manager. The other three looked as though they might be his wife and children. One of the marchers below with his wand; her nightdress fell down to reveal voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover herself up as the crowd below her screeched and hooted with glee.'

It was fear that stopped Harry from reaching forward and saying something, his blood boiled with anger and vitriolic rage at the Death Eaters taunting and jeering at the poor woman. Fear squashed any attempt for him to muster up the strength to help; at the point he thought he may be able to atleast cry out a shout for an Auror, bright white light crashed to the ground and blinded everyone. He heard the cry of Mrs. Roberts as she crashed to the ground and tried to crawl away.

Harry tried to peer through his large wide brimmed glasses, squinting to see through the layers of blinding white light. The first thing he could make out was seventeen hazy figures; they seemed unfazed by their surroundings, it took minutes for the light to die down and when it dissipated all that was left was a shining blue dome that seemed like a shield to Harry, blue electricity cracked over the surface of the dome and smoky mist surrounded them.

The first thing Harry noticed about the figures was that they were wizards, the flashy kind. They looked dangerous and six of them were red heads. Harry glanced to his right were Ron stood and his friends looked as entranced as he did, the red headed figures looked similar to his friend; bore similar structure and colouring you would have thought they were related.

One of the red heads waltzed out of the dome, his weapon was long and black, about two metres in length and had nine tails each with knots on the end of the braided cord, hanging limply against his side as he surveyed his surroundings.

Harry stared in confusion as the male walked around the perimeter of the dome before walking back to his original position directly facing the Death Eaters. Harry wasn't prepared for the utter blood bath that happened next.

The male rose his arm in the air out stretching the whip, Harry could hear Ron questioning in his ear ("What the bloody hell is he doing?") as the man cracked the long whip Harry was about to laugh at the idiocy of a whip verses magic before it became alight with raging scarlet flames. The mouth of the older Weasley's gaped open as they watched the older male. He sprang from his position, rearing back his arm, he thrusted himself forward with a force that knocked a Death Eater backwards and wrapped the leather cords of his whip around their neck.

It latched around a Death Eaters neck and the male smirked before drawing it back to himself and punching him straight in the face. At that point, that was the first time Harry had ever seen muggle fighting in the Wizarding World, they tended to stay away from any muggle but this man was possibly muggle or muggleborn, as Harry didn't see any visible magic or hear any Latin words being uttered, and winning in a fight with wizards. He'd always assumed magic trumped everything else, but that day Harry realised there were greater things than magic in life.

The man leaped into the crowd of dangerous dark wizards and began wielding his flaming whip as spells shot from nowhere. He wrapped the whip around the neck of a Death Eater as he ducked under a killing curse and they watched as the skin flayed away from the body and the Death Eater burned alive under the mercy of his whip. Harry heard Hermione expel the contents of her stomach next to him as a burnt decapitated head rolled over to where they stood hidden.

Harry stared at the rest of the people within the dome and the relaxed nature around them as they watched the red head kill, decapitate and apprehend the Death Eaters. However, a flash of light caught Harry's eye, he turned to look inside the dome and wrinkled his nose in confusion. There was an older male, tall and darkly coloured, his tan Mediterranean skin made him seem like a lord or Spanish conqueror, almost knight like. The smartly coiffed shoulder length hair and the feral smirk painted an intimidating image. Watching him, in a very nonchalant way he slowly unbuttoned his robe and flung it to the ground; revealing dark, leather like clothing covered in buckles and straps. His wand was strapped in son weird holder thing Harry had seen on Ron's brother Bill.

He raised an eyebrow, at what Harry supposed was the leader, before nodding and walking out the dome.

He walked with a wild air; Harry could feel his skin prickle in dread as the predator stalked into battle. He reminded Harry of Dudleys's old cat, his older cousin had 'rescued' the poor thing from the streets and the animal hadn't appreciated it. In fact it had clawed Dudley immediately on entering the house and Harry could remember the wail of pain Aunt Petunia had uttered as if Dudley had been killed.

The hunched shoulders, snarling lips and cocky predatorial look in his eye's made Harry veer back slightly. He was unhinged, the craziness glinted behind his mask of sanity and Harry couldn't decide who was scarier the flaming whip man or the wild man in front of him.

Walking briskly in to the thick of the fray and immediately reached into the holder pulling out his wand. But unlike most wizards he didn't fire spells immediately; instead he used his left hand to reach into his pocket, pulling out something that resized as soon as it hit the air.

Hermione gasped behind Harry and his eyes widened in shock when he realised what the man was holding.

It was a gun.

It took all the self control Harry had been taught at the hands of the Dursley's to not shout out and say something. Harry wanted to think he was suicidal using a gun against wizards, a wand was like a loaded AK-47 already but he reserved his judgement because the other man had proved him wrong already using a whip to decapitate and cook multiple men.

Remembering Mrs. Roberts, he saw the poor woman shivering in fear lying in a puddle of her own urine as she stared at the scene with the utmost terror written on her face. Cursing lowly, Harry glanced back at his friends before seeing them engrossed in watching the fight. Taking a gulp of breath he slowly, toed away from the group. Slinking away into the shadows, a trick he had learned at private drive, he ran the perimeter of the forest until he reached behind the scantily clad wet woman.

He waited until the attention of the death eaters was focused on the wizards before drawing himself out of the dark. Quickly, he helped the muggle to her feet and they ran into the dark forest keeping distance between them and the Death Eaters. As he peered over the branches of the trees his eyes widened as he watched the wizard fire beams of gleaming light into the fray of the fight using his gun. The man shot red beams of stupefy from the barrel of his gun, bombarding the area with red light. He was quick and efficient and within minutes the remanding Death Eaters were rounded up and sitting tied up on the ground.

As the Weasley's sat mystified watching the scene, Harry snuck back into their fold and no one noticed. Auror's descended on the site as soon as the danger was out of the way and he felt himself being pushed by the older Weasley's towards the unknown wizards. As they got closer Harry could hear Ludo Bagman questioning the unknown wizards and getting irate when they ignored his existence and instead cleaned off their weapons before walking back into the dome.

Moments passed and the incredulous look on Bagman's face increased before he began pounding on the blue dome shouting vitriol at the people inside. The leader raised an eyebrow at Bagman and after moments clicked his finger, the dome immediately began receding and sunk down into the ground until there was nothing separating the mysterious figures from the ministry officials. Almost immediately, wands were drawn and pointed at the unknown figures and Harry could hear the Auror with a red band around his arm, telling them to drop their weapons and kneel on the ground.

Instead he got cold looks of condescension in reply, from the rigidness in his jaw and the steel in his eyes Harry knew that the leader of the group was not one to take demands and didn't appreciate being talked to like a child. Holding his hand in the air, the leader stepped forward and simultaneously the surrounding auror's were on guard, he took three steps forward nodded his head shallowly before addressing the rather larger crowd that had gathered around him. "We wish to greet you from the Wizarding world. We speak for all the people, creatures and magic herself when I say that we bring no ill intent." His voice was smooth and silky with the consistency of melted chocolate and the pinch of a poison, arsenic edge.

Huffing and puffing the minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge appeared at the fringes of the camp site and apparated the short distance next to Bagman. Marching up to the leader, he pointed a pudgy finger in his face and spoke with thinly veiled venom, "Who do you think you are to be speaking on the behalf of magic and state itself?" Spit flew out of the corner of his mouths and hit the cheek of the leader. Without missing a beat, the younger male wiped off his cheek before stretching a dark smirk onto his face, "I think you will find that we have all the right in the world to say those words. I am Harold James Aalam Potter-Peverell, sovereign King of the Wizarding world, Leader of our sacred nation."

Immediately Harry realised all hell was gonna break loose

By the time the ludicrous screaming and shouting had calmed down some Harry could feel a heading pooling behind his temple, it had been a long day.

The unknown wizard that claimed to be him had remained calm and collected through out the debacle. He hadn't raised his voice or his temperament instead preferring to sent looks of quite judgement and bemusement to the ministry officials. The shouting match had been going on for about three hours however, when his patience broke.

"Enough!" He commanded quietly, Harry had noticed he never raised his voice higher than a certain point. "We are magic, We are King! If you do not believe me more fool of you. It is obvious that while we are not in my realm we are in one similar." He roved an eye that screamed distaste over the assembled wizards, "Magic choose me herself to be her representative and we shall uphold her decision we refuse to allow you to make a mockery of the monarchy we established. We are not amused. We demand respect." Saying that he stood and walked away.

Sighing one of the figures that had remained silent stepped forward. Without waiting for a reply, Minister Fudge verbally ripped into the man, "Who does that man think he is? He's a lunatic, raving about magic and being chosen. For merlin's sake he refers to himself in the third person!" The minster, obviously exasperated at that point, walked into the unknown wizards personal space and began brandishing his wand threateningly, "I'll have you know that regardless of what you do in your realm or wherever you think you come from you are in my country and I will not stand for this treatment."

The unknown red headed wizard regarded Minister Fudge coldly. He took a step back and forcefully pushed down Fudge's wand from his face with his palm. "First," he said holding up a single digit, "My name is Percival Wealsey, Minister it would do well to remember my name as well as common courtesy. Second," he held up two fingers now, "The King speaks on the behalf of magic itself, in essence he is magic and magic is the king. It is a symbiotic relationship and so he is correct when he says we as he speaks for magic, himself and the monarchy as well as any being of magic. Thirdly, " raising another finger, "We were sent her by magic itself to restore balance and to right the wrongs of your kingdom. We are not the ones that should be held responsible for doing what you could not. From what I can gather these 'Death Eaters' have been burdens to the state for a long time and so we have done the state a service by disposing of some of them."

This Percy, Percival Wealsey had a silver tongue and Harry could see the sweat drip down the Ministers face as he realised he had talked himself into a corner. He couldn't reply negatively or risk the public surrounding them labelling him badly for not thanking their saviours so all he could do was grit his teeth and smile, shaking the mans hand in thanks.

The other Percy rolled his eyes but shook his hand in thanks anyway before speaking again, "Without further delay May I introduce the Chevaliers of our King?" Harry didn't know what that 'c' word meant but he assumed it meant knights because he was a king. "First may I introduce Lord Lucius Abraxsus Malfoy of the Ancient and Honorable house of Malfoy, Duke of Windsor and Ypres and Heir apparent Draconis Lucius Malfoy." Both males steeped forward and half bowed before stepping back into place, Percy carried on without pausing, "Next I present Lord Sirius Orion Black of the Ancient and Honourable house of Black, Duke of Winchester." The man who had been maniacally tooting a gun steeped forward with dramatic flourish that Percy battered away with an eyeroll. Winking he stepped backwards with an obnoxious grin plastered on his face, Harry had a hard time believing he was an Earl and a knight.

"The Anicent and Honorable house of Prince led by Lord Serverus Tobias Prince, Duke of Swansea and Cardiff." A man similar yet different to his potions professor walked forwards before stepping back, the wary unease he regarded everyone with sent chills down spines.

"Ancient and Honorable house of Weasley is represented by Heir apparent to the Duke of Cambridge, William Arcturus Weasley and heirs Charles Fafner , Percival Conyn, Frederick Castor, George Pollux and Rhongomyniad Bilus." They stepped forward in age order and Harry heard his own stifled gasp before he realised he had let one out his mouth, his best friend was the whip wielding psychopath that had fought against the Death Eaters. He glanced over to a pale Ron, who was wheezing slightly.

"The Venerable and Valiant house of Longbottom is represented by heir apparent of the Earl of London and Diagon Neville Franklin Longbottom." Sharply dressed young man came forward, gone was the weak wimpy shell of a guy Harry knew from school and left was a man, he felt pride at his friend, that he wasn't useless in another life.

"The Courageous and Strong house of Zabini, I present her ladyship marchioness Celeste Adelina Zabini, and heir apparent Blaise Ernesto Zabini" A beautiful dark skinned woman and equally beautiful male stepped forward, their aristocratic features and well cut robes made them seem so tall and imposing with a regal air.

"Second to last I present The Lovegood house of prophecy and Viscount Lovegood, Xenophilius and heiress Lunaris Pandora," The outgoing and eccentric family hadn't changed and still looked bizarre with their bright robes of blue and pink. Percival sighed before moving onwards, "Second but not last I present the Heir to the title Baron Cedric Amos Diggory." The last male stepped forward and Harry just roved his eyes over him before placing his attention elsewhere. He didn't care about the knights; he wanted to learn about the king.

Percival began speaking again, "Minister we are no threats to the state however we can be." The auror's in front of him brandished their wands menacingly and Percival glared slightly at the Minister, "Well it seems that you do not agree with the monarchy and so we will have to prove it to you."

Percival nodded to someone behind him and the King marched back to the group, a thunderous look on his face. "You seem to believe that we are not worthy or a suitable King of Magic so we believe that we should take this to the third party to decide, the goblins will decide who is fit to rule." Minister Fudge spluttered in disbelief before calming himself and barking commands to a junior Auror next to him, "Get the goblins here now!"

Harry glanced around at the assembled audience, he could see the shock and surprise on the faces of the Malfoy's, Diggory's, Weasley's and even Rita Skeeter. He listened in as Ron questioned Bill about the goblins. "Easy," Bill said, tearing his eyes away from his counterpart, "Goblins were given the title of intermediate in Wizarding affairs after the Goblin War, unlike wizards they weren't motivated by power and light and dark so it was made that they looked after money and kept the records of all laws and decrees passed, so that wizards couldn't cheat. Goblins hate liars and thieves." Moments passed and the Auror returned with four goblins accompanying him. Harry didn't know much about goblins but he could see from their face that they weren't happy with their summons from Minister Fudge, the war spears were a hint to their displeasure. Out of the corner of his eyes Harry noticed the blue dome rising out of the ground again, shielding the King and his chevaliers before turning transparent.

Clearing his throat, Minister Fudge walked over to the assembled group of goblins and began speaking , "Now see here Kragkoff, please tell this pretentious man that the Wizarding world does not and will not ever need a king." The goblin stared at the Minister in annoyance until the man stopped speaking and dwindled off.

Staring the Minister in the eye he coughed before gesturing the goblin to his right forward. The aged looking goblin opened a scroll and cleared his throat, in a raspy harsh tone of voice he began speaking, "We are in the 1756th Year of Merlin in the time of magic, and as declared by the fifth degree of Minister Trent in the Year 1068, if we are graced by Magic's chosen in this realm they assume all power of state as they were anointed by Magic to rule in Magi's stead and so it is within accordance to the unknown spoken laws that govern every magical race that they are crowned sovereign." Minister Fudge turned paler and paler as the words were spoken and was stark white when Kragkoff finished, rolling up the scroll the goblin looked into the eyes of the Minister and grinned, baring all his harp yellowed teeth. "Minister Fudge, effective immediately you are to give up your title and the position of Minister of Magic in favour of Harold James Aalam Potter-Peverell, King of Magic. The title of Minister shall be returned to the state after the King has left, if he does."

Anyone could see the happiness in Kragkoff's face as he stripped Fudge of his title and position, even Harry found the humour in the look of utter disbelief on Cornelius Fudge's face , he hadn't really liked the man and from what he heard from Bill and Mr Weasley he wasn't the best Minister of Magic.

King Harry walked over to the goblins as they turned to leave and half bowed before Kragkoff, "Dayamu Khuzan ai-menu, dolzekh menu." Silence reigned of the clearing and Kragkoff looked at him in shock and stupor before nodding his head and bowing back, "Ai-menu duzhuk, Dayamu Khuzan ai-menu. May your gold always flow friend." The king smiled slightly, "May your vein never run dry."

The goblin nodded distractedly and they four of them apparated away, similar looks of astonishment on their faces. "Well then, the goblins have spoken. King Harry has been elected regent of state and the monarchy has been established again. Long live the King."

The alternate realm wizards all repeated 'Long live the King' and King Harry smiled.

Hermione had been buzzing with energy ever since the ministry officials walked away to pack up their desks. Harry could see the need in her eyes, she wanted to find out the information now and he wasn't standing between her and her thirst for knowledge. The Chevaliers stood in a protective circle around the King as he watched the proceedings; the assembled wizards didn't know what to do it wasn't every day that the government was overthrown. The rounded up death eaters were taken by the Auror's and brought in for questioning so there was nothing else for the remaining Auror's to do.

Hermione wasted no time in marching forward towards the wizards, intent on getting what she wanted, Harry could respect that he was as interested as her in getting questions answered. However, he was a little more tactful then this knowledge obsessed best friend.

Marching with purpose Hermione made a bee line to the group of wizards. Harry and Ron scrambled after her and they stopped in fear once they came within two yards, Hermione didn't feel that fear she walked straight up to the advisors but stopped as a pulse of magic sent her backwards. Immediately, the eyes of the entire group turned to face her and she turned scarlet once she noticed. "Ehm" she said biting her lip, "Whatrealmdoyoucomefrom?HowdidyoubecomeKingofMagic?Ismagicsentient?Doyoubelievethatyouarepartofasymbioticrelaationship?How-" Percival held up his hand and Hermione stopped speaking, blushing when she realised that she had spewed verbal diarrhoea. "First young witch, it would be more acceptable if you first introduced yourself and then engaged in polite conversation before asking the King questions in accordance to social norms. So would you like to try again?" Percival asked and Hermione nodded, blushing before stammering out a reply. It was obvious she felt a bit annoyed at the blue dome separating her from the King but Percival had no time or patience for rabid females, the King's safety was always pertinent.

"Ehm, hello Sire," The King chuckled at that comment and she blushed brighter, "Well my name is Hermione Jane Granger. I'm in my fourth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and I'm a Gryffindor. Ehm I don't know what else to say," King Harold nodded before introducing himself, "Well I am Harold James Aalam Potter-Peverell King of the magical world and beings, I'm eighteen years old and I've never been to school but my chevaliers would say that I'm a mix of Slytherin and Gryffindor at best." Hermione gazed at him in shock, "You never went to school? Does the King not go to school? I thought Hogwarts was the best school in Europe for magic and-" Harry held up his hand and she paused, "I was never taught formally Miss Granger because Hogwarts was deemed appropriate by my Chevaliers and so I was tutored privately by the best minds in magic from South America to Australia allowing me a wide range of studies that wouldn't have been acceptable in the Isles." Hermione's brows furrowed and she shot him a look of disbelief, "My-my King wasn't Hogwarts the best school for you in the long term? It caters to primarily the Isles so the classes are smaller and more private as well as the knowledge being second to none."

The King snorted in disbelief and rolled his eyes, At that point Harry and Ron sidled up into the conversation as well as surrounding wizards who had overheard, they were all still behind the invisible dome that kept Hermione away. "The problem with you wizards in this realm is your outlook," he mused walking around in circles, "From the little I have witnessed from my time here I can say that you believe everything is black and white, that magic can be classified as good or bad, light or dark, black or white and while that may be true to some extent it is so very wrong in another. Magic is. That is all that it is, it is both light and dark, good and bad and all that truly matters is intent. For example," He stopped in front of Charlie Weasley, "You work with dragons do you not?" The older Weasley male nodded, "And they are classified as neutral creatures yet they can be as ruthless and murderous as any other 'dark' creature when provoked, yet Unicorns, creatures known to prey on smaller animals for habitats and food source as well as the creature it is said The Dark Lord Morgana rode into battle on is seen as 'light' and therefore pure."

It was obvious the young witch didn't agree and the crowd echoed her sentiments as hushed whispers rang through the area, "B-but they are dark, they kill people. You-know-who takes lives." She chimed in a shrill tone, King Harry blatantly rolled his eyes and walked away, they could hear the disgust and annoyance in is town as he remarked to Lucius that she was an "Utter imbecile". Hermione flushed red in anger and leapt forward to state her point when she came face to face with the barrel of a gun. Staring up into the cold unfathomable eyes of Lord Sirius Black she heard Percival speaking, "I suggest Miss Granger that you do not even attempt to do what you think you were about to do, assaulting the King will lead to your death and Lord Black has no qualms in doing his duty to the throne." Gulping she nodded and stepped back but there was still a fire in her eyes, Percival nodded and simultaneously the remaining sixteen wizards and witches walked to their King's side.

That was the point Harry knew he was going to have another eventful year.

Well, well well. At one point I promised myself I wasn't going to write another fanfic until I had finished my others but that idea failed so I present this newest story. Hope you enjoy xxx