ThereBeWalesHere

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Title: There Be Wales Here

An alternate third year idea

Summary: In Harry Potter's third year, one of the new first years, in a very large year, is a boy going by the name of William Rothesay. His introduction to the Wizarding World does not exactly go to plan, and Minister Fudge may regret some of his decisions.

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Minister Fudge gulped when his receptionist told him that a lady in a powder blue dress, with matching hat and handbag was asking to see him. He had heard about her last visit, and knew exactly who she was, even if his receptionist, along with most of the wizarding world, didn't. He had no idea what prompted her visit, but when She visited, it wasn't good news.

"Send her in, right away," he ordered, making sure the best chair was sitting in front of his desk.

He stood as she entered. She didn't take a seat. That was a bad sign. He nearly jumped when she wandlessly closed the door from several paces away. It slammed shut, and sealed tight. There would be no escaping the Queen.

"One wonders if there is such a thing as intelligence in the wizarding world," the Queen said, pulling a letter out of her handbag. "Placing dementors around a school, in order to catch an escaped prisoner, a prisoner who escaped from them, leading us to question their competence on their home ground, much less unfamiliar territory, was bad enough, but letting them search an already cleared train holding children ... Do you realize just how close you came to disaster with this action? Disaster that would have been impossible for you to hide from the rest of the world?

"Obviously not, or you wouldn't have done it in the first place. This letter is from my grandson, who happens to be a newly sorted Gryffindor."

"Please convey my congratulations to your grandson on starting Hogwarts in my old house," Fudge said, trying to fill the pause the Queen had made as she opened the letter.

"It is our impression hope that William's house has improved, over when it produced you," the Queen said, causing Fudge to pale and gulp. "He writes '... shortly before arriving at Hogwarts, the train slowed to allow the Ministry of Magic to search the train with Dementors. The Dementors swept down the corridor, leaving frost on all the glass, and spreading fear and despair through all my classmates. It felt like you were never going to be happy again. They apparently entered the cabin next to mine, and attacked Harry Potter, causing him to faint. If it wasn't for Professor Lupin, who cast a spell that drove them off the train, I'm sure that there wouldn't be a soul left to reach Hogwarts...'

"We expect a full investigation into the lack of control over the Dementors that you are ultimately responsible for, including the decision to use them in a search of a train full of children. A train that was completely searched, and monitored all the way to Hogsmeade station by the Black Watch ... as agreed upon when it was decide that William would attend Hogwarts."

She put the letter back in her handbag. The Queen then turned, the door opening before her. "Do not provide a reason for our return. Oh, and the kiss on sight order for Sirus Black is revoked. We do not kill on sight subjects who have not be tried."

The door slammed shut again, as soon as the Queen cleared it, leaving Fudge to slump down into his chair.

...

It was not often that Harry was stopped by a first year. He, Ron, and Hermione were about to leave the Common room when the blond first year boy, stopped.

"Excuse me, you're Harry Potter, right?" the boy, who Harry couldn't remember the name of, but seemed somewhat familiar.

"Yes, and you are?" Harry asked.

"I'm going by William Rothesay," the boy replied, taking a sealed muggle-style envelope out of his robes. "Grandmother told me to give you this, as soon as possible."

Harry took the letter from William, and said, "Why would your grandmother want to write me?"

"I think it has something to do with the train," William offered. "At least that's what my letter from her last night was. Excuse me, now that I've done my duty to Queen and Country, I better get my books for this afternoon."

"Weird kid," Ron offered as they walked towards the Great Hall for lunch. "Wonder who his grandmother is."

"I don't think he is weird at all," Hermione said. "And it's obvious who his grandmother is, once you know who he is. Using that last name is not going to fool anyone."

"Hermione, you're barmy," Ron replied, as Harry turned over the envelope to look at the seal. "Rothesay isn't a well known name. It's not a noble house or anything like that. Why would anyone use it."

"Honestly Ron, we're in Scotland, which means William's father goes by the title Duke of Rothesay here," Hermione said. "It's a perfect name for him to go by in Scotland."

"I'm still not getting it, Hermione," Ron replied.

Harry looked closer at the seal, before reaching into his potion's kit for a knife to break the wax with.

"How could you not recognize William?" Hermione asked. "He has to be the most well know eleven-year-old in the UK. Harry, you at least recognize who he is?"

"I really didn't look at him closely, Hermione," Harry said, before pulling out the letter inside the envelope. "Of course, this letter gives it away. I don't think he wants it spread around though."

"What about the letter?" Ron asked. "Whose it from?"

"It's from Her Majesty, the Queen," Harry said. "Apparently she's been trying to get in contact with me."

"Queen of what?"

"Really, Ron, you can't be that stupid," Hermione began, "the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and all her other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith."

"Oh, that Queen," Ron said, his expression saying that he really didn't get it. "What's she writing you for, Harry?"

"The Queen wants to talk to me about my duties in Surrey."