This is my new story. One of a few I will publish over next few months (the publishing schedule is all ready, I will try to keep to it). It will be quite long, but I hope you will like it (if you don't I probably won't continue it and take it down).

Warnings: I am not an English native speaker, so my language gets quirky sometimes. I appreciate pointer though. I do try to have it beta-read, but I don't have a regular beta and my English-speaking friends are not always available. As it is AU, there will be a lot of OCCness. There will be slash, rape recovery, some tortures and deaths mentioned and possibly described. This will be also political story, so it may get dirty some times. Harry also is a kind of genius in this one, but he is bitchy asshole also. Oh, before I forget, he is arrogant little shit who thinks he knows best as well. I have some surprises for him along the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own and do not make money on this. This is written purely for my enjoyment and my English-learning process. Everything belongs to The One and Only - JKR and some big companies that can crush the beings like me with one lawsuit. I hope it doesn't get to that.

Kaldus

PS. I will publish prolog and first chapter today. Give me an info, if I should go on with this or if it's just garbage.

PS2. Some words in the story are in Welsh, please Welsh-speakers don't murder me for butchering you language.

Prolog: Welcome to English hell

He felt really, really sick. The Dark Lord, whatever his real name was, was dead. His followers, in those ridiculous white masks, had run away as soon as they saw their Lord failing.

Carwyn was near death himself. His jeans were bloodied, his shirt torn and he really had no idea where to go. Of course, as always he didn't think ahead before the fight. Not that he had time, Beltane was coming rather quickly and he definitely did not want to face the Dark Lord on a regular day. Knowing that the next Sabbat would be more than one and half month away, he decided to fight him without "after-plan". The country had made him sick enough already.

Bendithios1 were supposed to fight dark lords. But when he arrived at England... Well, vomiting for two day straight, before he got at least partly used to the shit in this country, was not his favourite way to start off his first independent mission.

Carwyn touched his shoulder and felt something wet under his fingers. He raised his hand and saw red fluid. He must have overdosed the potions, as he could feel nothing but lightness. The delay in leaving the place could have proved fatal. Carwyn glanced at the body next to his feet. Well, his admission to the hospital was probably rather heavy. He sighed. And to think that all he ever wanted was to complete the mission quickly, settle down, find a nice man to carry his kids and build a house. And maybe plant a tree. An oak, preferably. And then he could bury himself with research on magic.

Ohh, how much he hated his idea to see the country of his parents, right now. He lifted the body and through it over his shoulder. At least his work at the Cylch2 had proven to be useful. He never thought that it would be useful to carry a body of a dark lord, but anyway.

The next time he would have a brilliant idea, he would lie down in the bed for a week. It would ensure that the idea would become much less appreciated.

It took him ages to get to the gates. The castle was deserted. He finally slowly stepped out of the castle. He was definitely doomed. The only way to get to the St. Mungo, as he found the coordination of the hospital in his wallet, was to apparate and break english law. He looked at coordinates again and decided. If it was death and a fine to choose from, he would definitely choose a fine. Unless, yr Uwch3 would kill him for making mess again, which probably was an option. Carwyn had a talent to be in a wrong place in a wrong time.

He apparated exactly in the middle of the hall in St. Mungos. He let the body slip off his shoulder a look around. There were a lot of people sitting around. He couldn't really concentrate the sight at one spot, but they all looked dirty and bloodied. They were all staring at him and the body. Well, probably not every day a teenage boy comes to the hospital with a Dark Lord's body. Well, they had to deal with it themselves. Because he was way too tired to think. Some men approached him. Carwyn tried standing straight, but he failed and faltered. The blonde man caught his arm and steadied him. The elder guy with a bread asked him something, but Carwyn was in state, when the words didn't make any sense. He reached to his pocket. All men, but the blonde man, took a step back and draw their wands at him. He ignored it and pulled out his wallet, opened it at his driving licence and shoved it into blonde man's hand. This was the moment when he slipped.

"No magic or potions, please" he whispered. "Just no magic."

The last thing he felt was somebody catching him and the darkness claimed him.

"Who the hell is this boy?!" screamed someone.

"According to this thing, he is Harrison James Potter, born on July 31st, 1980 in London, England. This thing is issued by the State of Wyoming. Whatever it is."

"It's a bloody driving license. And Wyoming is a place in United States" Carwyn groaned, startling people a in the room into silence. "Fucking dark lords. Thinking they can go around and deprive people of holidays." His head was killing him. He didn't even tried opening his eyes.

"Are you mister Harry Potter?" asked calmly someone.

"They actual title is Hybarch4, but yeah, I guess I am."

"Hybarch?" muttered someone. "What the hell is that?"

Carwyn opened his eyes at that and sit up. The world spinned, but Carwyn gathered his control.

"What do you mean? You don't know what's Hybarch is? I am in St. Mungos, right? I haven't missed the apparation target since I was eleven, so it must be."

He glanced around. There were a lot of people gathered in the room. The older man with white hair, the blonde that helped him in the hall and some others, all dressed up, so he figured that they must have been different day.

"You are in St. Mungos, Harry. But how do you know to apparate?"

Carwyn looked at the man. It was obvious that he was someone important, as people around him looked up at him with respect.

"I am sorry, Ddoeth, but you can't call me by my given name. As a Bendithio only my closest family can call me that. Although, I would be honored if you called me Carwyn." By this time he had completely forgotten about headache.

"What the hell are you talking about! Your name is Harry!" screamed a dark-haired man. "And who the hell is this doet or bendidio?" Carwyn knew that he was young, but he deserved respect from the idiot, just because of his position, not to mention the fact that he gained the position at sixteen.

"Are you absolutely sure that I am in St. Mungos, because I have this strange feeling that I am dreaming and the Lady is screwing up with me. Not that it would be the first time or not that I haven't deserved it probably along the way, but hell, are you even wizards? Or have I jumped into some strange alternate reality?"

The people around looked at him as if he was crazy.

"Ok, excuse me for one second." He looked around. His phone was carefully placed on the table next to the bed he was lying in. He took it and dialed the elder's number. After few minutes of calling, the phone finally was picked up.

"Bendithia chi, yr Uwch5" he said and quickly put the phone way. The angry voice of circle's elder came from the phone.

"Carwyn! You bloody kid, what the hell are you thinking calling me at 3 am in the morning?!"

The boy pushed for speaker. The people around him looked at him and his phone startled.

"Well, yr Uwch. I would like to ask you what you know about England and maybe English wizards."

The elder calmed down a bit.

"Not much, you insufferable brat" he sighed. "We were not really intrested in England. It's good, old Europe after all. And you are supposed to be there for a year. What were you doing? Drinking all year?"

"Well, there have been some problems with lots of Dark Magic, tortures, murders, one dark lord and his horcruxes might have been involved."

The elder sighed again.

"What have you done this time, Carwyn?"

"Nothing, yr Uwch. I have followed everything you taught us. Disposed of the horcruxes. I might have killed the Dark Lord too, some time ago. And landed myself in the hospital because of overdosing the potions and some minor wounds. I haven't had much time to integrate up till now. Busy, you know how it goes, yr Uwch."

"With you, of course, but I can't help you on that, kid. As I said, Europe was never a concern for us. And I expect a full report by the end of the day."

Carwyn sighed.

"Sure. Thank you, yr Uwch, bendigedig fyddo6."

"Bendigedig fyddo, brat, and good luck."

The call was ended.

"What's that?" asked blonde man, evidently curious.

"Mobile phone, you don't use phones?" The man shocked his head. "Well, that country proves to be much more challenging than I have expected. But, let's get some things straight from the beginning. No calling me Harry, Jamie or Potter, unless you are my parents or siblings or wife or husband or my children, which I don't remember having, so it is Hybarch or Carwyn, in your case, Ddoeth. I would be grateful if your respect my wishes in this matter, or the Lady will be pissed at me and at you. Which is mostly irritating and endangering."

"We will respect your wishes in that matter" the old man interrupted the dark-haired one, who was starting to say something.

Carwyn grinned.

"Fantastic! I would also like you to point me the closest Cylch, as I have no information as to where I could find it."

"The closest what?" asked another man, that Carwyn recognized to be a werewolf.

"Clyth, blaidd-ddyn7" his gaze met blank faces. "You really don't know what I am talking about, do you?" Carwyn cupped his chin.

The blonde man had a speculative look on his face.

"Blaidd-ddyn is a werewolf in Welsh. Clyth is a circle. Ddoeth is the Wise one, leader. And I don't remember the rest words that you have said. How did you know that Lupin was a werewolf?"

The realisation slowly poured itself into his mind. It was absolutely unthinkable and it explained a great deal of things.

"It's obvious. However, tell me, please, when was the Crefydd abandoned?"

"Crefydd, as in religion?" asked the blond. "The old religion that belief was the magic itself?" Carwyn nodded. "It was forbidden in the end of 19th century. Somewhere between the 1885 and 1890."

"Forbidden?" The blonde man nodded.

"Dear Merlin, Morgana and all others that listen to me" Carwyn groaned. "I so regret coming to this country right now. I think I am gonna faint right now."

And fortunately for him, he did.

Somebody had shaken him.

"I m getting up, yr Uwch, I am getting up." He opened his eyes to see dark-haired man who pissed him off with his disrespect earlier. "Shit. So it wasn't just a bad dream, was it? I don't know what I did to deserve that one. And I would like you to remove your hand from my shoulder" he finished looking at the man next to him.

The man looked offended.

"Harry..." he started.

"Hybarch! It's fucking Hybarch! I don't care if you are a bloody ignorant, but for Magic's sake, respect my wishes, idiot" Carwyn sat up.

"But I am your godfather! And your name is Harry, not some bloody Hybarch!"

Carwyn stopped.

"You are my godfather?" The man nodded. "And your name is, godfather?"

"Sirius Black."

He looked at him thoughtfully.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I am thinking, whether godfathers are family enough to let you call me by my given name, obviously? And Hybarch is a title, not a name."

"Why wouldn't I call you by your given name?"

"Because it's a rule, my ignorant godfather. We give up our names when Lady Magic blesses us to show that from now on, we only serve Her. To make it as easy as possible."

"I don't understand."

"Of course, you don't. Let's settle that you will call me Carwyn, can you do that? Just try. How the hell haven't England been destroyed to this day, I will never know. Or at least blew up. Five horcruxes, and nobody noticed for years."

"Are you in some kind of a cult?" asked Sirius Black.

"Cult? Are you crazy? No, don't answer that. I know you are. Nobody in his right mind would have prohibited Crefydd. No wonder you had a war like that. It's a wonder, you have actually survived it."

The blonde man stepped out.

"Excuse me, Hybarch. But could you explain some things to us, as obviously, we are ignorant about who you are and how you knew about the Horcruxes and The Dark Lord. Some of us have known you as a child and we knew your parents. It is difficult for us to understand all that. However, Hybarch, we would like to be enlighten."

"Politician, huh?" The blonde man blushed a little. "I didn't mean in it in a wrong way, don't worry. The position of Clyth, I mean Circle, was an obvious reason for politicians to be around a lot. Silk tongue gave you away." The blonde blushed some more and Carwyn heard some chuckles. "Anyway, as to explanation. Hybarch is a title of a priest of the old religion, as you called it. Which is exactly what I am. As you all know also, I am rather young, the youngest in this century, and England is my first independent mission. Of course, Lady Magic wouldn't be gracious enough to grant me an easier place to be. Your country has sunken really low. I mean, I've been in Africa and it was hell lot better than this. How have you managed to miss the creation of horcruxes? The dark energy that is released during the process is enormous. But I guess with all this suffering and pain around, it was bound to happen."

"Wait, Carwyn, do you mean that the creation of horcruxes should be noticed?" asked the elder man.

"Of course, Ddoeth."

"The name is Lord Albus Dumbledore, boy" scowled someone.

Carwyn sighed. It was going to be a long way.

"Ddoeth means "leader" in Welsh. This is a way to show respect. I didn't mean to offend anyone."

"You didn't, Carwyn" said Albus Dumbledore. "If you wish to call me that, I would be honored."

"Thank you" Carwyn smiled at him. Finally, someone with some sense. "I hope that you won't ban me from your land as I am a priest of a forbidden religion."

"Of course not" said the blonde man. "I assure you, Hybarch, that banning you would be the last thing on our minds."

"You just want to bring back the old ways!" accused him Sirius Black.

"Of course, I do!" scowled the blonde. "And I believe that Hybarch had pointed out why. He knew immediately about the horcruxes that we found out about years after they have been created."

"He can't be a priest! He has to get married! And have children!"

"And what exactly has one to do with the other?" asked calmly Carwyn.

"You can get married?!" asked some young girl.

"Of course! It's not a requirement, but most of us do. I have it in my mind, however I will probably have to settle for casual sex right now, as marriage would be irresponsible, seeing how much will I have to do in the next few years."

"Casual sex?! You're a priest."

"And a nearly seventeen years old teenager who was way too busy the last couple of years to have sex regularly. Being Hybarch is a job, a little different than others, as we serve the Lady Magic, but definitely She does not require celibacy. Quite the opposite, actually. Sex and procreation is one of the greatest ways to serve her. You know, sex magic and stuff. Or maybe you don't." He added seeing their blank faces. "To be forbidden to have sex would be awful. And before you ask, yes, I can drink, smoke, listen to rock, watch porns etcetera." The girl blushed, but the others' faces were blank again.

"What are rock and porns?" asked the blonde man.

Carwyn briefly entertained the thought to explain in great detail what are porns, but he gave up.

"I died and landed in hell" he said instead. "Anyway, I would like to ask you, what's exactly my standing in this country?"

"What do you mean your standing?!" shouted Black.

"You know, I am not deaf. You don't have to shout. I was merely asking about my position."

"Black, shut up" the blonde man interrupted another shout. "You, Hybarch, are currently a Hero of the Wizarding England and probably most of the Europe. You saved us from the Dark Lord. Furthermore, you are the last of the line of Potters, which makes you Lord Potter, as long as you are over seventeen and finished your formal education, which I guess doesn't include the education as a Hybarch. That gives you a place in the Wizengamot as a Lord and one vote. Probably, you will be rewarded with the Order of Merlin, which will give you an additional vote."

"And probably a great deal of influence as a hero. Good. I will need that. Do you have some TV channel and news I could watch?"

Again his question was met with blank faces.

"Wizarding Europe doesn't use television. There is a radio, though, and newspapers" answered the girl.

"And probably Internet is out too? And Visas?"

"Sorry" smiled the girl.

"Oh, great. Library then?"

"National Magical Library of England" said the blonde man, clearly not understanding most of the discussion so far.

"Good" Carwyn stood up.

"What are you doing? You can't get out of the bed."

"Yes, I can."

"You can't have the votes, unless you at least finished NEWTs" said again the blonde man.

"NEWTs? Is it local name for mastership?"

"No, they are exams you take upon finishing Hogwarts."

"Then a mastership in Arithmancy and Runes should be enough to get the blasted votes?"

"You have dual mastership?" someone asked astonished.

"Sure, I do. I wouldn't be Hybarch, if I didn't. And I will be seventeen next month, so I have a lot reading to do before that."

"Wizengamot won't be summoned at least till September" the blonde informed him.

"Thank you" Carwyn put on his trousers that were laying on the chair next to the bed. Someone was kind enough to wash them and repair. "Could you tell me how to get to some bank or wherever you keep your money here? And to that Library?"

"Sure, you should be able to claim your inheritance now, since you have the mastership. And I am Lord Lucius Malfoy, so I guess I will meet you at the Wizengamot meeting."

"Lord Malfoy. I will be sure to remember that" Carwyn smiled at the man. At least he didn't act like he knew him. "Thank you all for your help." He said after listening the directions. "Ladies, gentlemen, I will get going. Bendigedig... Well, good bye."

And he apparated away, leaving shocked group behind him.

1 welsh blessed

2 welsh ring, circle

3 welsh elder

4 wlesh reverend

5 welsh bless you, elder

6 welsh blessed be

7 welsh werewolf