Harry Potter: Legacy of Lucis
By: Cepharis
Authors Note: Some quick info, I just got a job so yeah, that's a thing now. Also I already have other stories in progress that I will start to post after I feel this one is at a good pacing and that it won't interfere with this one. Big thanks to those who reviewed, lets me know that i'm not as ass as I think I am, or maybe i'm just deluding myself…
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter or any of the other source material used. I only own the plot of this fanfiction.
Chapter 3
"I hereby call this meeting in session!" bellowed Dumbledore, looking very much his age after all that had happened. As soon as the group had witnessed Harry's death and subsequent disappearance they had stood there in shock, after they recovered he had to practically drag an unresponsive Remus from the room, tears still streaking down his face at the lost of the last of his family.
The other members of the Order, Hermione, The Weasleys, Snape, Kingsley, Fletcher, Figg, Tonks, and some others all quieted down after hearing his shout, all looking fearful at what could possibly make Dumbledore himself as distressed as he was.
With another long sigh, Dumbledore began, "Today, as you all know, I had an appointment with Mrs. Bones about her possible induction into the Order's ranks, helping us put the death eaters behind bars more easily."
At the nods of confirmation from around the room he continued, "As I was there I ended we ended up facing Moody and Remus, who presented Mrs. Bones with evidence that even I can not possibly pass off as fake."
At this many people became confused at to what he could possibly mean, with a few like Snape already guessing what was coming next.
"It has come to my attention that one Harry Potter was actually innocent" Dumbledore finished, the room instantly becoming a void of sound with many paling faces on display.
After a few minutes of deathly silence Snape spoke up, "I can't help but notice you said 'was', as in he is no longer alive"
"That is because he was executed today" was the reply, many of the people around the room becoming even paler if it was possible,"We attempted to prevent his execution but we were too late, we sent an innocent boy to his death"
The rest of the meeting from then on was very subdued, many of those who had condemned the boy so quickly had thought of making it up to him, but as soon as it was said he was dead all hope as lost to them. A few people were almost hysterical, like Ginny and Hermione, who were sobbing into each other at the lost of their 'friend'.
Those who had supported the boy even left after that, Snape quickly biting out some insults before leaving, almost looking as if he did not care if it were not for the errand tear the he couldn't prevent from sliding down his cheek.
Somewhere far away from the meeting, in the halls of the Palace of Azkaban, a man and a woman were being rushed through numerous halls leading to the medical center, a team of the best healers on Azkaban Island awaiting them to attempt to save their lives. As soon as both individuals reached the medical center the female was quickly treated and was put to rest, unconscious the entire time, the male was having complications though.
The healers were all yelling instructions to each other, trying everything possible to save the couple from their doom but they were rapidly losing the man. Among all the ruckus a tall woman burst in through the doors along with 2 other people, she quickly took command and settled everyone down, then proceeded to tell them to go along with their last resort if all else failed.
"Are you sure? We don't know if he truly is the heir!" one of the healers argued.
"We have no choice, if we don't and the heir does die it's worst, either way we have to atleast try!" the woman growled back.
The doctors all stared wide-eyed at her for a few seconds before rushing around to prepare the patients for a ritual, if this failed, the patient would promptly die a horrible, painful death. There was a slim chance of the ritual actually working without killing him, for he was extremely weakened already and the procedure will be heavily taxing on his body for it forced his magical blood to activate, causing extreme pain, and if it worked the magical blood would then proceed to stabilize him enough for him to be out of danger. There was one drawback, if he wasn't one suited to the ritual he would be stuck in a constant state of pain til death came, slowly for that matter.
As the last of the preparations were made, the male was transferred onto an altar from the room he was previously in, the alter had a large rune engraved on it, a lesser known rune that was originally used as an identifying mark barred by the Lord of the House of Lucis, a House lost to the ages. The healers then all set off so the ritual masters could begin their work, closing the door behind them, hoping against hope this would work for this was their last chance.
The ritual masters began engraving ancient runes of an unknown origin all over the man's body with blood quills in an intricate design, the same rune that was on the altar engraved upon his left forearm. After finishing they all sat in the lotus position around the altar in a pentagram pattern, beginning to chant in ancient latin that caused the room to glow a bright, blood red color before promptly changing to a ice blue, the room was humming with magical power as they continued their chant.
The patient suddenly began to scream in pure agony, restrained to the altar by the magic in the room as the runes around his body began to glow the same bright, blood red as before, then shifting the the blue as the sunk into his body one by one. As they sunk in his body began to morph, his legs gaining bulk and becoming longer, his arm muscles expanding as they too grew, his torso growing to compensate for the other body parts and experiencing major muscle growth along with the rune being tattooed upon the location it was engraved, his neck became more muscular to match his shoulders, his hair becoming longer, reaching his shoulder, his face becoming more mature and handsome. The most radical changes were his eyes though, were once bright green eyes shone, a dark cerulean blue that looked cold as ice now pieced the souls of those who looked upon them and were once was a lightning bolt scar, was smooth pale skin, unlike his previous tan skin.
As the ritual came to an end with all of the ritual masters passed out around the room, the man stopped convulsing in pain and fell into a deep sleep right before the doors burst open with the same 3 figures, along with a new fourth one, walking in. The female from before promptly went to the head ritual master and awoke him.
"Did it work. Is he going to live?"
The man simply stayed silent, staring in awe at the boy before she too noticed what the other man saw, it was the mark of the Lord of House Lucis, right there upon his forearm.
"Our lord is back" was the simple answer of the man.
Time Skip: 1 Month Later
Harry slowly woke up feeling pain all over his body and looked around where he was, as he looked around he noticed he was in a very expensive looking room that appeared to be part of some castle if the decoration was anything to go by. His bed had two banners, one on each side with a strange insignia adorning them, the bed he was on itself was gigantic, the room was a mixture of light and dark greys that seemed to make everything look almost imperial.
As he was attempting to lift himself up so he could get a better look a thought stuck him, he was suppose to be dead! The last thing he remembered was the dementor killing him and then blank, as he was mulling over his thoughts the sound of a door opening shook him out of his reverie.
A tall, pale skinned beauty with bright blonde hair reaching her bum walked in wearing what appeared to be a military uniform, her uniform didn't leave much to the imagination though, as it hugged her every curve. Upon his uniform's left breast was the same strange insignia as the one on the banners, 'Must be a House Emblem' he thought quickly. Her most prominent feature though, were her bright, blood red eyes that seemed to be glaring a hole through the clipboard she was holding. Before he could continue to admire her she looked up, gasping as she saw him propped up against the bed's headboard.
"You're awake, wait right here I'll be right back!" she yelled before dashing out the room, coming back a bit later with a disgruntled looking man. As soon as the man saw him he ran over and began checking him out, asking him to do simple tasks. He didn't bother argueing since he was still feeling immense pain in his chest.
After the man had finished he quickly bowed and left to something, much to Harry's confusion. After a few moments of silence he decided to find out where Bella was, because if he was here she most likely was as well.
"Where is my companion?" he said, surprising himself with his deep, baritone voice that had come out.
"She is waiting outside along with the others, My Lord" the woman replied.
"My Lord? What does that mean?" Harry asked, confused
"I will explain once the others come in, before that though put on these clothes" was her curt response pointing at a stack of clothes on a chair before she spun on her heel and left through the door.
Harry was about to begin putting on the clothes when he noticed his body was different, going to a nearby mirror he saw how he had changed. He was fascinated with his new body, especially his captivating blue eyes, what caught his attention the most though was the marking on his forearm, the same insignia as the one on the banners and the woman's uniform. After marvelling at his body a bit more, he began changing into his clothes, with a little difficulty due to the pain still eating away at him.
The outfit she had set out was very aristocratic looking, consisting of a black formal shirt with large silver square buttons, a pair of pitch black trousers with silver guards on his knees and upper thighs accompanied by a belt with a silver buckle. Above this he wore a large, black, trench coat-like jacket with silver accents and markings alongs his forearms and shoulders, the jacket itself had a hood that perfectly hid his face if need be, to top it all off he wore pure white gloves with silver accents.
After he finished walked over to the door and opened it to see Bella speaking with the woman from before along with two other men, as soon as the door was opened Bella was on top of him, hugging the life out of him, but she quickly stopped when she noticed his flinch. Just as she was about to ask the doctor came back and gave him a potion, "This should dull the pain until it goes away naturally, should only take a day until it does stop"
"Thank you, may I know your name?" Harry said with a smile
"Michael Van Gogh, at your service My Lord" the doctor replied, smiling back before bowing and he left once again.
Harry drank the potion he was given, instantly feeling its affects as his pain all but went away, he then turned to the others who stood there watching. Bella hugged him again, gentler this time, "I thought I had lost you" she whispered into his ear.
"So, are you going to tell me whats going on and who you people are, because the last thing I remember is a dementor killing me and Bella" he asked the others, who instantly all kneeled in front of him.
The woman spoke of first, "I am Susana Rhianon Gilgamesh, My Lord, "Your Head Advisor, Political Manager, and General in the AA, the Azkabanian Army. Call me Susan if you wish."
The man to her right spoke next, "I am Sebastian Sigmundr, My Lord, Head Warden and Commander of Nihilum, the troops who protect Azkaban Island. Sebastian will do My Lord."
The last man then spoke, "And I, My Lord, am Maximilian Verlandson , High Commander of Einfallen, your army. Max if it pleases you."
"I suggest we go to a more private place before we tell you the answer to the other question, My Lord" Susan spoke up again, after getting a nod from Harry they walked to an office like room, once inside Harry turned back to the group, expecting an explanation this time.
"To answer your question, you are here because the dementor did not kill you or Bella, it merely knocked Bella out for a while, but it did have a great affect upon you because of your already declining health at the time. After the dementor attempted to kill you, you were brought through a portal to us where we received notice of one of the Great Wardens, a group of ancient dementors who are loyal to the House of Lucis, that you are in fact the heir to the great House. Thus it makes you Lord Hadrian Lucis-Potter, the 34th Lord of your House and ruler of Azkaban Island. To save your life we were forced to attempt a ritual to awaken your magical bloodline, which is what caused your survival and the change in appearance." Susan explained, the others around the room already knowing except for Bella and Harry.
Susan then continued, "As for why you haven't seen or heard of another Lord of Azkaban is because the line was thought to be extinct, except you are now the sole living heir. You already have gained the loyalty of all the Azkabanian people who have suffered under the Ministry's occupation, we have been treated as scum, something they don't want here but can't justify killing off. To make it worse, since we had no living ruler they could do as they pleased with the laws, taking over most of the Island. We are currently at your castle in the capital of Azkaban, the people have been anxiously awaiting your awakening"
"And what if I refuse the position as Lord?" Harry asked, his face neutral.
"Then Azkaban shall stay in the ruins of former glory" Susan replied, her face along with the others a mix of worry and fear.
Harry thought of what he had just been told for a while,this could be the chance he was looking for, if he was a Lord he could get away from the damn Ministry's control and Bella would be protected, not only that but he could learn more about the place his Godfather was forced to endure along with he himself and Bella. After thinking it over he decided to take the position and do whatever he could to protect these people, for they were like him, outcasts of society.
"Very well then, I will take the position as Lord of Azkaban and Heir of the House of Lucis" Harry said after a few moments, smiling at the people he now considered his allies.
The group instantly let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, smiling at the prospect of finally having a ruler. Susan spoke up after a few moments, "As you wish My Lord, we will need to prepare a the ceremony of inheritance, until then you should familiarize yourself with the castle" she finished with a smile, beaming with admiration for the man.
Harry simply nodded before the others left, leaving him and Bella alone in the room, the tension instantly skyrocketed as her face turned the color of a tomato remembering her final words to him. They stood silent for a moment before Bella spoke up, "Harry, I still stand by what I said, but now is not the time, we can speak of this after we have fixed our situation, agreed?"
"Agreed, we do have much to do, don't we" Harry replied with a grin.
With that said they both left as well to prepare for the next few days.
