AN: So here is the next chapter, I have to admit there were times whilst I was writing this chapter that I just thought about abandoning the story, luckily though I was hit with some inspiration and managed to finish the chapter and add a few more ideas into my plan for the story, expanding and hopefully making it better. That being said this chapter is slightly different than I originally planned as I decided to change a few things up and put off certain meetings and interactions until later.

So other than that I hope you all enjoy the story. Will answer a few common questions I have received now though. First off Harry is straight, he is neither homosexual nor is he bisexual. Secondly in terms of final pairings I am leaning more towards a Percy Jackson girl, that being said though this is not going to be one of those stories where the MC falls in love at first glance and is with no other, that is not how things work in real life, most people tend to date around a lot before finally settling down, and as a Child of Aphrodite I think this is doubly true for Harry. Finally there was a question about the time line, Harry Potter world is currently in Goblet of Fire book, Percy Jackson world is at the beginning of the Lightning Thief.

With those questions answered I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

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(Last Time)

"So anyway you were going to direct me to a good shop for buying magical tents?" Harry asked changing the subject as he finished looking through the Weasley's family's minds, and stopped pumping out mind altering pheromones.

He had gotten as much information from them as he could, he had tried to enter Mr Weasley's mind, only to find a moderate set of defences in place, even with his attempts at lowering them. He could have easily forced his way through, but then that would have alerted the man to the very illegal thing Harry was doing. He could have used Charmspeak as well, but Harry didn't particularly want to force this man to divulge all his secrets on the steps of Gringotts, it would be very noticeable and very time consuming.

Harry hadn't even bothered using his abilities on Ginny, as the last thing he wanted was to go roaming through a hormonal teenage girls mind.

"Oh, of course dear." Mrs Weasley replied as she realised that they were still standing at the bottom of the steps that led into Gringotts. The two armoured Goblin guards, clearly throwing them dirty looks, as they saw how Harry and the Weasley family were still loitering about. "Now come along dear, I know just the shop you can go to, to get a good tent for the Quidditch World Cup."

"Oh, you are a lifesaver. I don't really know Diagon Alley that well, what with spending a lot of my time in America." Harry replied with a shrug. It was a lie, but a harmless one. Harry did actually know Diagon Alley very well. But he had struck gold with this family; they were a veritable goldmine of interesting information, he didn't want to alienate himself from them just yet.

"Oh, it is no problem at all dear." Mrs Weasley replied as she began to lead Harry and her family into Diagon Alley.

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Chapter 3

(At Quidditch World Cup)

It was day of the Quidditch World Cup between Ireland and Bulgaria and Michael Potter was very excited. Looking around with a large grin on his face, the fourteen year old made his way through the hustling, bustling crowds around him.

Michael had been very excited ever since he had first heard that the Quidditch World Cup was being held in England, even more so since his parents had told him that they had been given tickets in the top box by the Minister himself.

It was not just them though, as the Potter's as well as a number of the other Noble British Wizarding families had been given tickets in the top box, rickets that had been set aside for them by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. No doubt the man had done so in order to curry favour with Magical Britain's richest and most influential families, after all election time was coming up and Fudge, the incompetent fool needed all the support he could get.

Grinning Michael quickly began to push his way through the crowds of fans and supports, closely followed as he did so by his parents, Lily and James Potter, as well as his Uncle/ Godfather Sirius Black and Sirius's wife Amelia Bones who as one of the last remaining members of the Bones family had demanded to retain her maiden name.

Also following after him was Michael's younger and slightly bratty sister, Ivy. Sirius's daughter Alex and her best friend and housemate Susan Bones, who also happened to be Amelia's niece and ward. Also joining the Black, Potter and Bones clans were Michael's guests for the evening; including his best mates Ron Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger. It was probably only due to Michael's status as the Boy-Who-Lived, Magical Britain's Golden Boy, that his parents had been able to wrangle a few extra tickets out of Minister Fudge so that he could invite his friends.

His other best mate and the last member of his friendship group, Neville Longbottom, was also coming tonight. But unlike the Weasley's and Hermione though, Neville's family was one of Magical Britain's Noble Families like Michael's. This meant that he was going to be coming to the World Cup with his Grandmother Augustus and would meet them in the top box later.

Ignoring the looks people gave him as he passed, having long since grown used to the adulation his fame afforded him. Michael instead made his way to the golden framed gateway that was embedded into the wall of the colossal Quidditch stadium, and which led exclusively to the top box.

"Hey Mike!" Someone called out behind Michael's group as they reached the gateway, barely glancing at the two aurors that were stationed either side of the gate, in order to make sure only those with a ticket could enter.

Twisting around Michael grinned as he saw the short, plump figure of Neville Longbottom jogging towards him. The others with him also turned to look as they heard the shout, all of them giving their greetings as the last member of their group joined them. Neville like the rest of Michael's friendship group was a Gryffindor, all of them having become a closely knit clique over his last few three years at Hogwarts.

Ron had been the first new friend he had made when he met him on the train to school on his very first day. Neville was an old family friend and someone Michael had pretty much grown up with, Michael's parents after all were Neville's godparents, and so the boy spent a lot of time round at their manor house.

Hermione had become his friend after an incident involving a troll on Halloween in first year, he had been being a bit of a tit at the time reveling in the fame his title as the Boy-Who-Lived brought him, which had led to him and Ron acting like right prats and upsetting her. Throw in a troll and a girl's bathroom and you had the story of how Michael and Hermione first became friends. A friendship which was only cemented when Michael, Neville, Ron and Hermione had managed to discover that the Philosophers Stone was being kept at Hogwarts, and that someone was after it. They had managed to pass on what they knew to Michael's parents who had gone to Dumbledore, the stone had apparently since been removed and the defenses had been taken down. Suffice to say the Potter's had not been happy to find out that a Cerberus and a troll were being kept in the school, luckily for Dumbledore though they had agreed not to press the issue as long as it didn't happen again, to make sure of that James was put on the Hogwarts School Board.

His friendship with Ginny had occurred in his second year. He had been the one to spot the fact that she unknowingly possessed a potentially dark artifact, having recognised it from the warning his father had given him before coming to Hogwarts, you never know after all when a Slytherin might try and slip you something untoward. Either way he had informed the teachers, who had confiscated the diary, where it was now he had no idea. But all that mattered to him was that it had led to him and Ginny spending a lot of time together, especially since she joined his friendship group soon after. Their relationship had recently changed from just friends though, as at the end of his uneventful third year he had begun dating her, even if it did make Ron a bit uncomfortable.

Fred and George had only really become a part of his friendship group after he had started dating their sister, so they were still really the provisional newcomers to the group. Previously he had been mates with them, the three of them being members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. But he had only really gotten to know them over the last summer, and had found he liked them which was why he had invited them along to the Quidditch World Cup match along with Ginny and Ron.

"Can you believe it guys! We are about to see the Quidditch World Cup live! I still can't believe we all managed to get tickets, and in the top box too!" Neville said excitedly as he and his Grandmother joined the queue, his Grandmother wandering over to James, Lily, Sirius and Amelia so she could greet them.

"Yeah I know tonight is going to be awesome!" Michael said in reply as he high-fived Neville. "I hope Ireland wins it is going to be killer!"

"Wow… you guys are sooooo cool…" A voice said sarcastically behind them, followed by two girls laughing as both Neville and Michael turned to look at who spoke.

Michael rolled his eyes as he heard that, turning around and quickly flashing Alex Black, Sirius's daughter and a pretty girl in his year, with pitch black hair, and blue eyes a casual middle finger as he did so. Alex was not a member of his friendship group, the two of them had been quite good friends before they went to Hogwarts, but they had drifted apart since.

Alex like Susan had been sorted into Hufflepuff House, whilst he Michael had become a Gryffindor. The Houses at Hogwarts never really mixed, people tended to make friends within their House and never really tried to branch out, which is why they had inevitably drifted apart, each finding their own group of friends. It had gotten to the point at which they didn't really speak at all unless they had to, after all nowadays they had absolutely nothing in common and so conversation was stilted and awkward at best.

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(Top Box)

Soon enough they all entered the stadium handing their tickets to the guards as they did so, and then after briefly checking their names off against a list a Ministry attendant inside had they were all escorted up to the top box by the same Ministry worker. As the large group entered the box they were quickly able to see that they were not the first to arrive, in fact there were already several people there, all of them dotted around the spacious area.

They could see the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge deep in conversation with a foreign looking wizard, who judging by his official looking regalia and entourage of followers was most likely the Bulgarian Minter of Magic, the fact that he was also speaking Bulgarian, much to Fudge's annoyance was also a big pointer to who he was.

Standing just off to the side from Fudge, having just left the conversation was also a small family of blondes, the Malfoy family. The staunchly pureblood family consisted of Lucius Malfoy, a tall thin man with shoulder length blonde hair, cold blue eyes and very angular and pointy features. Lucius was a minor, yet very wealthy Pureblood Lord, one who had ties to the Dark Lord Voldemort and other anti-muggleborn and muggle groups. Despite his lower status in the Wizard Nobility the Malfoy's held a lot of influence and political sway in Britain, no doubt due in part to their wealth that they were more than happy to flaunt and their control over the Daily Prophet, the family was known to have a controlling shares in the paper which allowed them a lot of power over what was printed..

Standing next to Lucius was his wife Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, she was the perfect image of a pureblooded lady. She had tall, statuesque figure and aristocratic features and was known to have a keen intellect. Despite this however and her outward beauty she was also known to be a cold, callous bitch.

Standing just to the side of Narcissa was the final member of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy. The boy was in the same year as Michael but unlike him he was sorted into Slytherin, a House well known for the number of Dark Wizards they had produced over the years, Voldemort himself was rumoured to have been the Heir of Slytherin, which too many Light Families was proof of how rotten the House was.

Draco looked very similar to his father in his outward appearance, but unlike the elder Malfoy, Draco didn't have a cunning bone in his body. He was a spoilt, temperamental child who was more than happy to cling to his families coattails rather than strike out by himself. Suffice to say Draco and his Slytherin friends had become the schoolyard enemies of Michael and his friends. Once or twice the two opposing group shad resorted to throwing spells at each before now, but only when there was no teacher around to see.

The other most notable occupants of the box were the Greengrass Family, a Noble Wizarding Family on a par with the Potter's, Black's, Bones's and Longbottom's. The Greengrass's were a very wealthy family who like the other Noble Families and had been at the top of Wizarding Society since the time of the Romans.

Stood slightly off to the side from the other occupants of the room was the grim faced figure of Reginald Greengrass. He was a tall handsome man with thick black hair and aristocratic features, he had quite a heavy set build and was in much better shape physically speaking than the majority of the Wizarding Lords. By his side was his second wife, Serana Greengrass the mother of his youngest daughter Astoria, she was a tall, voluptuous woman, with midnight black hair and hazel brown eyes. She'd previously been a member of the Davis Family but had become Lady Greengrass nearly thirteen years ago, having married Reginald sometime after his first wife Melisandre had died giving birth to his eldest daughter and Heir, Daphne Greengrass.

Standing a few feet away from the couple, looking over the rest of the massive stadium in interest was Lord Greengrass's two daughters. His youngest Astoria was a mirror image of her mother, with dark black hair that fell down to her shoulders and soft brown eyes, the girl was two years Michael's junior and was not someone he had ever interacted with before She was a Slytherin though so he assumed the worst.

Daphne Greengrass her elder sister was standing next to her, a bemused look in her sky blue eyes as she looked out over the side of the top box at the crowds of Quidditch supporters below. Daphne was around Michael's own age and she was also one of the most attractive girls Michael had ever seen with waist length golden blonde hair, a lithe body and an effortlessly beauty that pissed off all most of the other girls at Hogwarts. She like her sister was also a Slytherin, only Michael had more interaction with her as she was in his year and more often than not the Gryffindor House and the Slytherin House shared classes.

She was perhaps the most tolerable of the Slytherin's in Michael's opinion. As she very rarely taunted other people or really interacted with many of the people in their year including her own housemates, instead she stayed out of the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, more often than not just watching on with amusement as both sides made fools out of themselves and each other. Daphne was also known to be the most intelligent and highest performing student in their year, much to Hermione's irritation. The girl had a natural ability with magic and which had gained her the reputation of being a once in a generation prodigy.

The arrival of Michael and his friends and family did not go unnoticed by the other occupants of the box. They had barely made it a few steps into the box before Minister Fudge had seen them and called out in greeting, gaining them the attention of the rest of the box.

"Michael my boy!" Fudge said loudly as he turned away from the Bulgarian Minster of Magic and instead greeted the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Quickly excusing himself from his conversation with the Bulgarian Minister, the short and portly, Minister Fudge then quickly make his way toward them.

Rolling his eyes as he saw this, and ignoring the snort of amusement at his expense from Alex, Michael quickly fixed a large smile onto his face as his father had taught him and went to go and politely greet the Minister. "Good to see you again Minister Fudge."

What followed was a brief conversation where the Minster sucked up to Michael and his family, whilst he resignedly waved away all the Minister's praise and compliments. Only giving polite and vague replies as his father had taught him.

As this was going on the Malfoy's had decided to approach, a tight smile on his face as he approached the new entrants to the box and greeted them as was proper, even if it was not always pleasant.

"Malfoy what do you want?" Sirius said as he saw the Malfoy family approaching, giving his cousin, Narcissa, a slight nod of greeting as he saw her, one which she curtly ignored.

Amelia Bones, Sirius's wife and one of the last two members of the Bones Family, dug her elbow into her husband side as she heard his less than pleasant greeting. Before giving one of her own, easily assuming her mantle as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as she politely and diplomatically greeted the odious Lucius Malfoy. Joined as she was by Augusta Longbottom, and Lily and James Potter as they all went through the tedious formalities that being a member of the Wizarding Nobility came with.

Lucius Malfoy faced remained neutral as he approached them, diplomatically greeting the group as well, before he began trading meaningless pleasantries with the adults in the group.

Narcissa also approached, stiffly greeting her cousin and the others as she did so, not even bothering to turn on her charm, mainly because she knew they didn't and would never trust her or her husband. As she met up with her, her pale blue eyes barely acknowledged her cousin despite him being the head of her family, and simply gave him a curt nod, similar to how he had greeted her.

Ever since Sirius had become the head of the Noble and Ancient House of Black when his father Orion died three years ago, their already distant relationship had become even more strained. It wasn't that surprising after all as Sirius's first act when he had gained his lordship had been to cast out Bellatrix Lestrange, a convicted Death Eater and Narcissa's elder sister from the House Black, which in the Wizarding Society was a grave blow that could ruin a person's reputation and life. He had then had the gall reinstated Narcissa's other sister, Andromeda Tonks, a blood traitor who had married a muggle, back into the family

If that had not been enough to sour their relationship he, along with James Potter and Augusta Longbottom had begun to openly oppose many legislations Lucius proposed in Wizengamot. Ruining years of hard work by the pureblood faction to limit muggle influence in their culture.

With the brief and awkward formalities of greeting the higher status Wizarding Houses done, Lucius took the first opportunity he had to lead his family away from them. Narcissa Malfoy following after him glad to be away from those she considered blood traitors and muggle lovers.

Draco quickly followed after them, only stopping long enough to sneer at his schoolyard enemies and throw out a few quiet taunts to the Gryffindors, which they returned with equal fervor. As he did so he coolly ignoring Susan and Alex, as in his mind Hufflepuffs were not even worthy of his notice, even if they were the Heiresses of two Noble Families, once again Draco was not the most cunning of people. Not that his snubbing bothered Susan or Alex as they both completely ignored the brat, the two of them instead rushing over to the front of the box, uncaring of decorum as they both tried to get the best seats they could for the upcoming game.

"Bloody Malfoys! Of course those damn snakes have to be lurking around ruining the mood." Ron muttered under his breath as he watch Draco slink off with his mother, whilst Lucius and approached Reginald Greengrass, a charming and entirely fake expression now on his face as he tried to engage the disinterested Greengrass Lord in conversation.

"We just have to ignore him, we can get him back at Hogwarts." Michael replied dismissively as he led his large group of friends to the front of the box so they could get good seats.

"Or we can prank him after the match. It'd be funny if we humiliate him in front of Fudge, I bet his dad would be really pissed off." Fred said what a grin a she watched Draco walking away, a malicious glint in his eye.

"You shouldn't do anything like that, what if you get caught!? Don't try anything stupid. This is a public event and the last thing we need is for you to embarrass yourselves as well as your families! We could all get in trouble!" Hermione replied, quickly running through all the potential consequences as she tried to reprimand the grinning twins, only to be ignored as they began discussing ideas amongst each other. "Michael have a word with them!" Hermione then demanded as she turned to look at Michael.

"Nah leave it Hermione, the git deserves whatever he gets." Ron replied dismissively before he grabbed Neville and dragged him over to the side.

"They are going to do whatever they want Hermione, just leave them alone." Michael finally replied with a shrug, before he reached down and took Ginny's hand, getting a grin form the girl as they hurried after the others to get the best seats.

Hermione let out a huff of irritation at this, before she quickly followed after them, cramming herself in a seat between Neville and Ron, a less than happy look on her face as her advice was completely disregarded.

"Looks like Malfoy is trying to suck up to his Death Eater buddies." Ron spoke up as he looked over at the Malfoy family a scowl on his face.

Lucius had now been joined by the Parkinson Family, a lesser Wizarding House that had also been invited to the top box by the Minister, no doubt due to their healthy donations to Fudge's reelection campaign. At the moment both of the minor Lords were attempting to engage the Greengrass Lord in conversation, not that they were being particularly successful.

"Seems like he is having trouble with his allies." Michael spoke up with a snort of laughter as he looked over at the huddle of wizards on the other side of the box.

"Yeah I know what you mean, it doesn't look like Greengrass is that interested in Malfoy." Hermione said as she looked over at what the others were seeing.

"Aren't they Death Eaters as well?" Ron asked with frown. "I thought those Slytherin's were all running in the same group?"

"No from what I heard they never joined up, they stayed neutral throughout the war." Neville replied with a shrug as he watched Lord Greengrass fob Malfoy off with a few pleasantries before beginning to move away.

"Still Slytherins though!" Ron replied darkly as he glared at the group.

"Not all Slytherins are that bad…" Neville said feebly, before he glanced away as he saw the incredulous looks the others threw him.

Michael though ignored Neville's comments, instead he was focused on the newest entrant to the top box. It was a tall man who looked to be in his late twenties, he had a strong and athletic build and was wearing what was clearly a very expensive wizarding suit. The man had a striking appearance that drew the attention of all those around him, he had short blonde hair and sharp, sky blue eyes and he seemed to almost glide across the floor as he entered the box, giving off an air of nobility that few others could compete with.

The others with him also noticed him, as they fell silent and watched him enter. They all quickly looked away though when they felt his eyes on them, instead busying themselves with waiting for the match to start.

"Who do you think that guy is? Do you recognise him Mike?" Ron asked as he shifted around so he could have another look.

"Never seen him before." Michael replied as he too looked over at the man curiously, that curiosity soon turned to suspicion though when he saw the man making his way over to the Malfoy family, a charming smile on his face as he approached Lucius and after a few quick words let slightly away from the Parkinson's and the rest of his family. "But the guy is probably trouble."

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(With Harry in the Top Box)

Harry smiled to himself as he walked through the Minister's luxurious top box, giving polite greetings to those around him and pretending for all the world like he belonged here. Glancing around the box he glanced at a group of teenagers that had already taken their seats, glancing over the group he recognised the red heads as the Weasley family he had met the other day, a pleasant enough bunch, if a bit dull for his tastes. But of course if they were here then that would of course mean that one of those with them was his younger brother, the 'famous' Michael Potter.

Glancing over the group of teens Harry soon focused in on a skinny brown haired boy, noticing a few of his features that resembled Harry's base form. The boy didn't look like much at first glance, just an average, gangly awkward teen. Looking away from him Harry instead moved his gaze to the left hand side of the box, noticing as he did a small group of adult wizards, including those he recognised as his parents, the group was currently conversing amongst each other, though they had seemed to have noticed his arrival as a couple of them were glancing speculatively over at him.

Looking curiously at the group he soon found both his father James and his mother Lily, both of them standing in expensive looking robes and conversing with the others. James was a tall, thin man with thinning black hair and hazel eyes. Overall the Harry's biological father did not look that impressive, he just looked like a bespectacled middle aged man, he was neither particularly handsome nor ugly. The man was just a bit plain.

For Harry he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, maybe because he had built his biological family so much in his head but he had just expected more. That being said he was only going off his physical appearance, he hadn't actually met the man yet so he couldn't really come to a conclusion on how he felt about him just yet.

Looking away from James, Harry instead looked at Lily. She was he had to admit a pretty woman, though it appeared three children and time had had an effect on her, though not as bad as Molly Weasley, Lily Potter certainly had a mom look about her. She was neither as striking nor elegant as Aphrodite, but that being said there were very few who could match a goddess. Even so though she was a bit more impressive than James, and Harry was certainly interested to know what she was like in person.

Turning away from Lily, Harry instead met the gaze of a tall middle-aged man with shoulder length black hair and a neatly trimmed moustache, who had been staring at him suspiciously since he had entered the box. Harry gave him a nonchalant nod of his head, before he turned to look over at the other side of the box where he saw a slightly smaller group of wizards, including the Lord Lucius Malfoy, Harry's mark for this evening.

Crossing the box in a few swift steps Harry approached the group, ignoring the attention he gained from those around them, including the sharp gaze he received from a particularly pretty blonde girl a year or two his junior. Instead Harry walked boldly up to Malfoy.

As he did so he also began to release pheromones into the air, making sure to focus it on Malfoy as he approached a charming smile spreading across his effortlessly handsome face. He wanted to get this over quickly so he could then relax and watch the rest of the game, he had heard that the Bulgarian Quidditch Team had Veela cheerleaders, he didn't' want to miss that. This was why he decided to start out strong, he would completely overwhelm Malfoy's senses with mind altering pheromones, and then adding in his Charmspeak the man would be as docile as a well trained dog.

"Lord Malfoy?" Harry said a smile on his face as he approached the Malfoy Family, causally ignoring the others as he sent a wave of pheromones over them, making the eyes of the surrounding witches and wizards glaze over a bit their pupils dilating as they did so. It was funny really you could have all the mental magical defense you could want against mental attacks, but Harry's Pheromones acted on a biological level, subtly or sometimes not so subtly altering a person's brain chemistry and senses, meaning that the only way to resist his influence was raw will power and foreknowledge of what he was up to.

Lucius turned around as he heard his name called, his cold eyes landing on the approaching Harry. At first he felt a surge of irritation rising up in him at the almost casual way someone called out to him. But as he turned around to face the man his irritation bled away, turning into curiosity

At a glance he could tell a number of things about the person approaching. He was wealthy, the cut of his suit and the comfort with which he wore them was evidence enough of that. He was also very confident and clearly had connections in high places if he managed to get into the Minister's box. Most importantly of all though was that the man was unfamiliar to him, which considering his obvious wealth and influence did not sit well with Lucius. But despite that something about the man made Lucius want to trust him, not in a magical way though Lucius was certain of that, he knew how to spot the signs of magical manipulation.

"May I help you Mister…." Malfoy replied his eyebrow cocked as he looked at Harry expectantly.

"Charles, Charles Beauregard." Harry replied cheerfully, causally making up the name on the spot. "And may I just say what an honour it is to meet the Lord of one of Britain's most esteemed families."

It was flattery plain and simple and not even subtle flattery, but despite that Lucius found himself smiling his pupils dilating unnoticeably as he took instant liking to the charismatic man. "And it is a pleasure to meet you Mr Beauregard, though I must say I don't think I have ever heard of you before."

"Surely not?" Harry replied his face aghast for a moment before it once again twisting into a friendly expression. "Well surely we should change that, after all I have proposition for you Lord Malfoy, one that is going to make you very wealthy."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow as he heard that, he was never one to turn down an opportunity to enrich himself, still though now was not the time to talk such business. "Then I think we should arrange a meeting at a later date."

Harry had to hide a frown as he heard that, it appeared that Malfoy had a stronger will power than he had been expecting. Not that this was that concerning to Harry, as all he need to do was pump out more Pheromones so that he could alter Malfoy's brain chemistry, and maybe add a bit more strength to his Charmspeak.

"Come now Lord Malfoy it will not take long, I already have the contracts already drawn up." Harry said his smile widening as he saw Malfoy's eyes glaze over as he nodded absentmindedly to Harry. The man probably did not hear a word that Harry said as he gently guided the man away from his friends and family, keeping the conversation flowing as he layered on compliments his Charmspeak on full blast.

Putting a hand into the expanded pocket of his suit, Harry pulled out a rolled up contract he had gotten from Gringotts, the contract was a magically binding one so all it needed was Malfoy's signature, freely given without magical coercion and then that would be it, the contract would be binding and Harry's job would be done.

"Trust me Lord Malfoy you would not want to miss the opportunity I am offering." Harry added his melodious voice filled with the full power of Harry's Charmspeak as he overwhelmed Malfoy's mental shields and completely eroded his will power, and the air around him became full of his Pheromones which quickly seeped into those surrounding him altering the chemistry of their brains and turning them to literal putty in his hands.

Malfoy nodded in response, his eyes glancing over the contract, not even really reading it, as all he knew was that this was a great opportunity and one that would make him even wealthier than he already was. After all that was what Harry said, and why would such a man lie to him.

Seeing Lucius sign the contract, a faint smile played around Harry's lips, Politian's and businessmen could play all the little word games they wanted, but nothing was more dangerous to mortal and some immortals than the power of Aphrodite.

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(A few minutes later)

It was about ten minutes later when Harry reentered the top box, having just stepped out before to use the facilities. Only the Harry who now entered the box was completely different than the one who had left, his hair was once again a spiky, crimson red and his eyes had returned to their natural emerald green colour. He also no longer looked to be in his twenties, he instead looked to be around his actual age, and was now wearing a more causal getup consisting of jeans, trainers and a hoodie.

He had chosen to change his identity for a number of reasons, they main being that when Lucius realised what he had signed he would be pissed and would hunt down the blond haired, blue eyed bastard who somehow tricked him, hence why Harry decided to change his face, after all he didn't want a murderous Death Eater and his minions after him.

He also genuinely wanted to enjoy the game, he liked Quidditch. The sport was certainly more interesting to watch than football or any of the other tedious muggle sports. As such heh ad decided that being a sixteen year old, who had no known affiliation with Malfoy would be better. Plus as a sixteen year old he could potentially meet his brother and see what kind of a person he was and decide whether he would want to have anything to do with him. If he had remained in an adult body then it would have looked a little creepy him approaching a fourteen year old boy and his friends.

Waltzing in to the room confidently Harry scanned the area, a smile on his face as he noticed that his presence had once again been noted.

"Ermm are you lost….?" One of Minister Fudge's Ministry lackeys asked as he quietly approached Harry, an uncertain expression on his face as if he was deciding how he should deal with Harry.

"Harry Ourania." Harry replied flashing the man a charming smile as he showed him his ticket, enjoying the surprise he could see making its way across the man's face. "Now if you'll excuse me." Harry continued as he nonchalantly brushed past the man, throwing a smile to those who looked at him.

This included the group by his brother, who all looked at him in surprise, though the Weasley's were obviously the most surprised as they recognised the crimson haired boy they had met the other day.

"Hey Harry!" Fred Weasley shouted as he stood up and waved him over.

Harry smiled in return, noticing as he did that both Lily and James Potter had flinched when they heard his name shouted across the box, both of them looking up instantly. Turning to look at them, Harry's emerald green eyes met Lily Potter's for a moment, as they both looked at each other, Lily jolting slightly as she found herself looking at a sixteen year old boy called Harry, who happened to have the exact same coloured eyes as her.

Giving her a friendly nod, Harry turned away and instead looked over at Fred and George. Making a note to himself as he did, that he should talk to Lily sometime as he was curious about her. For now though he was going to meet his brother and decide what kind of a person he was.

"Fred, George!" Harry replied with a grin, his soft melodious voice grabbing the attention of those around him as he confidently strode forward.

"We didn't know you had tickets in the top box!" George said loudly as eh got up from his seat and walked over to Harry, his twin following. Behind the twins Harry could see the others were all looking at him curiously, though none of them had stood up to follow the twins.

"Yeah man it is great to see you! Come on you should come and join us for the game!" Fred added on friendlily, him and his brother having come to like the odd and mysterious Harry after having spent an afternoon in Diagon with him.

"Sounds good, thanks for the invite." Harry replied with a slight grin, his gaze flashing away from the twins for a moment as he felt other eyes on him.

Glancing to the side Harry noticed that the younger Malfoy was looking at him suspiciously, he could see the distaste on his face as the blonde looked at Harry's distinctly muggle clothes, behind the boy, Harry could see the elder Malfoys talking frantically, Lucius's a bright red as he gestured angrily at the copy of the binding magical contract Harry had left with them. It seem Harry's tricks had worn off and Lord Malfoy was coming to realise someone had well and truly fucked him over. The fact that Malfoy upon scanning the room then chose to storm out, a furious look on his face, told Harry he had made a good decision when he chose to change his face and age.

"Come on man the match is about to begin." Fred said as he gestured over to a fat Ministry official, Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of Magical Sports walking to the front of the box, his wand in his hand.

"Yeah sure." Harry replied idly a she began to follow the twins, before he did however eh felt another set of eyes boring into him. Looking around he saw the blonde girl from before was staring at him, a knowing look on her face as she did so.

Cocking an eyebrow curiously, Harry then noticed her first gesture at Narcissa Malfoy, who was gazing worriedly off in the direction her husband had stormed, the copy of the contact Harry had left with them in her hands. The girl then looked back at Harry knowingly, before she mouthed a single word. 'Demigod'.

Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously at that, not that it seemed to bother the girl as she still looked at him in amusement, before she brought her finger to her mouth and made a shushing gesture, before she mouthed something else. 'Talk later'.

Harry once again frowned at that, before shrugging his shoulders and turning away, feigning obliviousness as he did so. He would of course talk to her later, only to find out what she did or did not know, after which depending on his mood and her answers he would either kill her, force her to forget what she knows, or in the unlikely occurrence that she proves useful let her live and keep her memories. Either way it all depended on the conversation they would have later, but first though, he needed a name.

"So mates," Harry said with a grin as he followed the twins to where they were sitting with their friends, ignoring the fact that a number of eyes were still on him. "Who's that hot blonde girl over there in the corner?" Harry continued.

Fred glanced over in the direction Harry gestured, before he rolled his eyes in amusement. "She's out of your league, trust me."

"Yeah you have to be someone special to get the attention of Daphne Greengrass." George added in amiably before he led Harry to the others.

'Daphne Greengrass eh?' Harry thought to himself as he gave the girl another curious look, once again meeting her amused gaze, before with another shrug he pushed his concerns to the side for now and instead greeted the assembled teens in front of him.

"Ladies and gentlemen… welcome! Welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup!"

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AN: So some questions have been raised. I am sure some will wonder about the magically binding contract, which will be fully covered next chapter. There will also be some curiousity about Daphne, suffice to say that will also be partially answered next chapter, originally that conversation was going to be in this chapter but I have pushed it back a bit.

Harry has decided to meet his biological family, driven more by curiosity than anything else. He is quite happy and confident in himself, and having never met the Potters before he has no real emotional connection to them. That being said he is curious about where he comes from and what they are like, which is partially why he has decided to meet them. What will come from this you will have to wait and see.

The first part of the chapter was more of a summary of what has been happening over the last few year in the Hogwarts timeline, with changes having been made due to the Potters still being alive. It also gave a brief insight into the potters and what they are like. I like to think that this is not going to be one of those WBWL stories which is full of angst and cringy rage moments. At the same time it is not going to be a happy clappy story, where everyone is happy families. Also I have taken a few fandom tropes that I quite like, such as the whole Wizarding Nobility thing, only I have kind of taken a modern slant on it, so instead of children spouting out Shakespearean era drivel, because seriously no one talks like that, not even the British Royals. They are just normalish children who grew up in a wealthy family and have to suffer through the formalities their position demands.

Other than that I hope you all like the chapter. I have had some pretty interesting thoughts about Veela, Harry's next actions and what he is up to in the Magical World. I am hoping people won't be disappointed.

The next chapter should be out soon, am currently writing it, though I am also writing the next chapter of the Road to Hell and my A Power He Knows Not story, so which one will come out next depends on my interest and enthusiasm.

Hope you all leave a comment or Review.

See you next time.

Seagate.