LoonyEC: This story is a partner-fic to Center Piece. The story Pawn will show you England's involvement to Harry's life and the Wizarding World. More or less England and Arthur raising the boy into a respectable gentleman/powerful wizard and of course this story has Cardverse in it, so hope you like.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, naturally of course.
Warning: Bad grammar, misspellings and of course Shonen-ai.
Pairings: USUK and TomxHarry
In Cardverse we call the Queen of Spades, Arthur or simply Queen while Hetalia! We call England, England or sometimes Lord Kirkland. Just to not confuse ourselves with them.
Part of Center Piece: Pawn
By: LoonyEC
Chapter 1: Jump, Skip, Hop!
When Sirius Black felt the rage build inside him at the sight of his best friend's corpse Sirius for the first time felt the burning need to kill. But before he could hunt down the traitor scum a wail of a baby's cry was heard up at the nursery room that his best friend and his wife worked so hard to make. Sirius paled suddenly as he remembered Lily.
"Oh god, no!" Sirius runs towards the flight of stairs, skipping two steps at the time in order to reach the room faster. "Lily! Please don't be dead!"
But his words were the opposite on what he'd just said. Lily Potter was already dead when he arrived and Sirius felt the despair in his heart.
"I was too late…" Sirius whispered at the sight before him. He sniffs the room when he spotted scorch marks on the floor right in front of the crib and there lay a cloak. Sirius's grey eyes held with confusion as he stared at the mark where the cloak lay discarded on the floor when his eyes suddenly shift to little Harry who started to cry even louder at the sight of him, reaching out towards him, crying out 'Padfoot!' 'Padfoot!'
"Harry… oh, pup, you're alive…" Sirius went to hold the baby when large footsteps were heard downstairs. Sirius suddenly snarled, feeling Padfoot's instincts to protect the pup from possible harm taking over him. "Pup, shh… I'll be back. I got to take care of some things."
With that, Sirius left.
What Sirius's animal instincts didn't notice, the shadows started to gather from different corners of the room. The shadows shift side ways like a slithering snake before it became still. The shadows started to become corporal and took shape of a man. The man step out from the shadows and into the moonlit room.
A young man somewhere in his early twenties stood at the nursery room. Blond messy hair that was a bit lighter in shade followed by larger than normal eyebrows that seemed unattractive but somehow it fits his appearance but the eyes, oh the eyes of the man was starring at the boy who held almost the same shade of green as his. He wore a green military suite and on his hand with his fingers twirling around a white stick is his wand.
And it's a typical looking wand with a star on the very tip of the pure white stick.
The man continues to twirl his wand before waving it around the room releasing golden dusts into the air. And time stood still except for the strange man and the boy.
"There we go. Now no one will interfere this time." The man went to the baby crib and stared curiously at the babe. "Well what do we have here…?"
The man eyed the lightning bolt scar with curiosity. He raised his black gloved hand and was about to trace the shape when all of a sudden green sparks started to appear.
"Blimey! My god, the scar is curse!" The man was amazed as he analyzed the scar even more. "I see, I see, hmm… well I'll be! I can feel something, perhaps the Dark Lord himself sleeping quite nicely in your head, my boy!"
The man smiled mischievously at his own words. "Imagine that, ay. The Dark Lord feeling all cozy inside… the scary man who killed your family is already attached to you, my boy!"
"Lord Kirkland, please, stop talking baby-talk to little me, it's creepy." A figure step out from the shadows leaning his body against the wall while looking at his mentor with an amuse expression.
"Who're you calling creepy, boy!" Lord Kirkland glared at the older version of the baby who just laughed. "You should show some respect! I'd raised you better than that!"
"Yeah, yeah old timer, cool your jets." The young man adjusts the silver frame glasses of his. He glanced at Lord Kirkland at the corner of his eye, watching him smack himself.
"I'm going to kill that bloody Yank for being a bad influence on you."
"Hey, Uncle is a good influence on me!"
Lord Kirkland stared at the baby boy with a deadpan look. The baby version of one Harry Potter stared back at him with confusion. "Yes, I can see that Alfred is to blame of your idiotic hero-complex."
The older version of Harry Potter snickered at the look of his mentors face. "Now, now, my Lord, I am after all, your child."
"Just be lucky, lad, that you were born British." Lord Kirkland narrowed his eyes at him.
"Long live the Queen!" Harry Potter sarcastically pumped his fist in the air playfully while smirking at his mentor. "So aren't you going to take me already?"
"Patience, lad." Lord Kirkland gently brushed the tear streak from the baby's cheeks. "Hello, love. How are you today?"
"I'm fine thank you; I just couldn't help but cry over my parents' demise for I've particularly witness my mother's murder right before my little innocent baby eyes." Harry grinned at the glare that was shooting at him like laser beams.
"Belt up boy, or else…" Harry raised his hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
"You should hurry up, Lord Kirkland, knowing what's next it could either be Sirius or Hagrid coming into this room to pick me up."
"That won't be happening for awhile, boy. I cast a Time Pause into this room." Lord Kirkland picked up the fussing boy gently and wrapped him in his favorite red blanket that has a golden inscription with his name written on it. "Now, do yourself a favor and packed some things for this child, you know what you like."
Harry did what he was told as he carefully side step his mother's corpse and went to grab a bag and packed some baby clothes and toys. He stopped to pick up a familiar photo album. He flipped the cover and watched the moving pictures with unreadable emotions.
"Lord Kirkland if you hadn't interfered I wouldn't grow up to be the person I am." Harry Potter spoke quietly but Lord Kirkland had heard him loud and clear. "But then again I wonder if I hadn't stayed with you and followed Dumbledore's plan for the greater good do you think I would have still met you?"
Lord Kirkland rocked the child in his arms gently while contemplating on his next words. "I'm not going to lie to you, boy, but sometime in life you would have met me anyway."
Harry didn't stuff the album instead he left it where he found it. "I guess so, but I think I would've married Weasely and have three beautiful children if I hadn't chosen you."
"Do you regret it?" Lord Kirkland turned to stare sadly at Lily Potter whose glassy green eyes stared at the form of her grown-up son.
"No." Harry muttered turning to face him, his hands already holding the necessary items. "I wouldn't dream of it. You've shown me what I hadn't seen and you helped me be myself. And I already said this to you quite often but, thanks."
Harry smiled sadly at Lord Kirkland who cracked a small smile.
"There is one thing that you didn't inherit from that bloody Yank, is the ability to express what's in your heart with no fear or hesitation."
Harry laughed, "Well, you should know that Uncle was a bit shy and a jerk so he can't express his love to you very well especially when you're just a grumpy old fart."
"Why you little brat-!"
"Plus back then you saw him as a little brother right? Of course Uncle was having a hard time convincing you otherwise…"
Lord Kirkland by then was blushing. "Now pipe down and let's go."
"Of course, my Lord." Harry went to stand beside him. "Wait."
Lord Kirkland paused to stare at him curiously. "Did you forget something?"
"Yeah." Harry went over to his mother's corpse. He bends down and whispered something into her ear.
No matter what mum, I am happy. Thank you for your sacrifice. I never regret living.
Harry kissed her forehead and reached out to close her eyelids. "Let's go."
Lord Kirkland watched the boy carefully and then he glanced down at the now sleeping babe, especially the scar that sparked electric green once and awhile. He took out his wand and with one swift motion time speeds up and the shadows that suddenly appear swallowed them whole. And just in time too for Sirius came with Hagrid in toe to find them and baby Harry gone.