DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional. No offence is meant by my portrayal of the Royal Family. I have the utmost of respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her wider family.


Chapter Three: Prince of the Realm

'Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping.' J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Bloomsbury


Location: Charing Cross Road, London, England, Earth
Time: August 1990 CE

Just south of Cambridge Circus on Charing Cross Road, the hustle and bustle of one of London's busiest shopping streets was punctuated by the wheezing and groaning of the universe as the dimensions were pushed apart slightly to allow a TARDIS, still disguised as a Police Public Call Box to materialise in the middle of the footpath. As far as the muggles were concerned, this was simply some cheap trick, that is assuming they were observant enough to notice it in the first place. 'Ah…let's see…its 1990, excellent…hmmm, by the smell and smog I'd say London, perfect. Now…' The Doctor trailed off looking thoughtful, 'Where is that damn pub? In the corner of my eye… Aha!' The Doctor strode triumphantly towards what seemed to Amy and Rory to be a blank wall between two shops.

'Perception filter, Doctor?' Amy asked, having seen enough of them in their time with the Doctor. The Doctor nodded absently, as he guided the youngest of their crew, Harry Potter towards The Leaky Cauldron, the gateway between the wizarding and muggle worlds.

As they entered the pub, Harry was thankful for his protective entourage as he was mobbed by wizards and witches all wanting a look at the famous Boy-Who-Lived. Amy and Rory quickly shepherded Harry out towards where the Doctor had pointed out Diagon Alley. Using his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor opened the gateway and the strange congregation of an adult and juvenile Time Lord and two adult muggles strode proudly into the wizarding world, gazing at the sights in much the way a tourist would, as they moved down the Alley to Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

After entering the bank, Amy thought to herself how much Gringotts was like Venice, especially the House of Calvierri. Meanwhile the Doctor strode purposefully towards a goblin teller. 'Mr Harry Potter wishes to claim his inheritance and heritage, eminent Goblin' recited the Doctor. Used to dealing with proud alien races, the culture of the goblins was easy to follow.

'And is Mister Potter prepared for these tests?' the goblin said peering down on the young Time Lord. 'And does he have his trust key for additional identification?'

The Doctor began scrabbling around in his dimensionally transcendental pockets, depositing random items on the counter, muttering, 'Damn key, it's in here somewhere, ugh, no that's saliva, (here he pulled his hand out momentarily and wiped it on Rory's jacket) still got the Moxx of Balhoon's gift…Jabe's grandfather…an arrow from an Elizabethan archer…Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express, been looking for that…ah! Here it is. The key to Gringotts vault 687, should have known it was there.' He placed the key in front of the goblin who inspected it carefully, making sure it was in order, while the assembled party simply shook their heads at the Doctor.

'Yes this seems to be in order,' the goblin said, baring his needle sharp teeth. 'Griphook, you will escort this party to the Inheritance Department,' he barked and when the goblin had made his way over, whispered in his ear, 'You know who Mister Potter is. Send for her Majesty, she wanted to be here.' Griphook nodded and escorted the group away from the main banking hall.

Location: Gringotts Headquarters, beneath London, England, Earth
Time: August 1990 CE

The diminutive (you mustn't say that to his face) goblin Griphook led the strange congregation deeper into the bowels of Gringotts until he came to a door which had a bronze plaque engraved with the words Stronghammer Bloodaxe - Inheritance and Rituals in both English and Gobbledygook. Griphook pushed the door open and ushered the group inside, directing them to seats and offering refreshments before taking his leave. 'Stronghammer will be here momentarily, but I have other urgent matters I must attend to. Good day.' The goblin said as he backed out the door.

About two minutes after Griphook left, another slightly taller goblin entered the office carrying several different coloured folders, one deep maroon, one royal blue and the third emerald green. He placed the three folders on his desk before greeting the group. 'Honourable Lord Doctor, Honourable Mister Potter, Honourable Mister and Missus Pond.' Stronghammer said with a smirk and a very ungoblinlike wink. 'I understand Mister Potter here would like to claim his inheritance?'

'Yes Honourable Master Stronghammer.' Harry replied respectfully.

'Excellent. We will start with this form here.' Stronghammer said as he removed a form from the maroon folder and placed it in front of Harry. 'This one is quite easy. Simply place your thumb in the central square and it will take a blood sample which will allow us to verify your identity.'

Harry did as he was asked and felt a dull prick in the centre of the pad of his thumb before the pain faded away instantly. 'That form,' Stronghammer started to explain as he returned the form to the folder and removed a wad of parchment, 'allows us to learn who your birth parents are, thus allowing us to ensure all the titles due you are recieved.'

Here, Stronghammer reached for the first piece of parchment, laying it down in front of Harry. 'This document is the letters patent which name a Mark Evans, of Little Whinging in Surrey, appointed by Her Majesty the Queen as godmother of her youngest daughter, the Princess Lily, as Baron Evans of Little Whinging. The letters further stipulate that in the event of Mark Evans not bearing a son, the barony would pass to the eldest son of Princess Lily.' he explained.

He then reached for the second, third, fourth and fifth documents in the pile. 'Now these are the interesting documents. This first one is a muggle newspaper clipping of the wedding announcement of Her Royal Highness The Princess Lily and His Grace James, Duke of Gryffindor, Marquess Potter. The second is another letters patent bestowing the style of Royal Highness, and the subsidiary title Earl of Monmouth on James. The third is the birth announcement for Harold James Charles Louis Potter-Windsor, Marquess Potter, and the fourth and most crucial of all is a copy of the letters patent signed by Queen Elizabeth the Second bestowing the titular dignity of Prince or Princess of the United Kingdom on any child of Princess Lily and entitling them to the same style as the son of the son of the sovereign.'

Harry just sat dumbstruck, looking to the Doctor, who nodded to tell him it was true, as Stronghammer returned the documents to the red folder before removing one last form from it. 'Now lastly, for this folder, this form is a Wizenagamot claim form. It has already been magically filled in, all that is required is for you sign and place your thumb in the adjacent square and I will be able to present you with your family rings.' Stronghammer informed Harry, who picked up the quill and signed his name before pressing his thumb in the square as directed.

After the magic on the form had taken, Stronghammer removed a box from his desk. Opening it, inside were five rings. 'These five rings represent your Headships and your magical relation to the Crown. Place all five rings on the same finger and they will merge, with the senior, Gryffindor, ring visible. These rings are the Head of the Houses of Gryffindor, Potter, Peverell, Evans and the ring for the Crown. The Peverell claim being yours because the Potters hold the only eligible claim presently.' As the rings merged together, Stronghammer told Harry of his new title and style. 'Congratulations, Your Highness. As of your acceptance of the titles, you have reclaimed your full title as His Royal Highness Prince Harold James, Duke of Gryffindor, Marquess Potter and Peverell, Earl of Monmouth, Baron Evans.'

Here the meeting was temporarily interrupted as Griphook entered the office and whispered frantically in Stronghammer's ear. He nodded to Griphook as he spoke commandingly, 'Send them in.'

Griphook returned to the door, and standing beside it announced in his most powerful voice, 'Presenting Her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, and His Most Eminent Majesty Ragnok, Clan Chief of the Greater London Goblins and High Emperor of the Goblins of the Commonwealth.'

All the rooms occupants took a knee before the most powerful woman and the most powerful goblin in the world. 'You may rise.' Queen Elizabeth said diplomatically before she approached the Doctor and opened her arms for a hug. 'Doctor! You've changed again! Eleventh this time?'

'Yes, it is, Your Majesty. These are my companions, Amy Pond and Rory Williams, and this is your grandson, Harry.' The Doctor introduced everyone to the Queen as Amy and Rory just stood shocked at the level of familiarity between their friend and their sovereign.

'Ah, young Harry. You must forgive me, we have another Prince Harry, as you know. Might we be able to call you Prince James?' The Queen asked her grandson who she had just been reunited with.

'I'm sure I could get used to that, Your Majesty.' Harry said, erring on the side of formality.

'Oh come now, James, we're family now. Please call me Grandmum, all the other grandkids do. I must dash, I have many things to do before tonight, please, you are all invited to the Palace for dinner, and you, Harry can meet the rest of the family.' The Queen waited for them all to agree before she bid farewell to the three goblins and swept out of the office.

Harry then turned to look at the goblin emperor, and using all his courage and all the etiquette lessons the Doctor had given him, he began to speak in fluent Gobbledygook. ∂Greetings to Your Most Eminent Majesty. Many apologies for not greeting you properly and with haste.∂

'I appreciate the sentiment, Your Highness, but your muggle friends there would benefit more if we conversed in English. I am merely here to see how your magical abilities test goes and then Stronghammer will present you with your family tree. I would also like to extend to you the honour that your grandmother and both parents held. I would like for you to call me Ragnok, and to consider yourself a goblin-friend.' Ragnok replied in English in his deep booming voice with a distinct Received Pronunciation accent.

'It would be my honour, Ragnok.' Harry said as he swept into a bow.

'Very good, now before you undertake the next test, I suggest at some point in the next year you learn how the Wizenagamot works, after all, you are the holder of the fourth oldest seat, and it would not do for you to not uphold the Wizenagamot's Charter and traditions.' Ragnok said, and Harry nodded, before Stronghammer lifted up the next two folders.

First he pulled the only sheet of parchment out of the emerald green folder. 'This one is quite simple. Once again press your thumb into the square, and we wait a few minutes and you will have your family tree.' Stronghammer watched as Harry did as instructed, before he picked up the parchment and placed it securely back in its green folder before placing it aside. 'Now, same procedure for this one which will print a list of your magical abilities below.'

Once again Harry pressed his thumb into the square and list instantly appeared on the parchment below;

Harold James Charles Louis, Duke of Gryffindor
Age: 10
Family Houses: Gryffindor, Potter, Peverell, Evans, Black & Windsor
Head of: Gryffindor, Potter, Peverell and Evans Houses
Heir presumptive to House Black
Minor member of House Windsor

Magical Abilities:
Time Magic
Natural Occlumens/Legilimens
Animagus - Lion
Magical Languages

Miscellaneous:
Prophecy - see attached note
Destiny Bond - with Lucy H. Pevensie - formed September 17 1941
Soul Bond - with Lucy H. Pevensie - pending

The Doctor smiled as he saw the Magical Abilities list. While there wasn't many there, three of the four were the exact abilities he would expect a Time Lord to exhibit. The destiny and soul bonds intrigued him, especially because it formed some 49 years ago when Harry was 8.

Stronghammer turned the sheet around so he could read it and explain some of the information to the Doctor and his young ward, but it seemed that all that needed to be explained was the three miscellaneous items. 'Your Highness, Doctor, Mister and Missus Pond...' Stronghammer started his explanation with another smirk as the male muggle started spluttering again. '...I'll start with these two bonds. We goblins have long been time sensitive, but to a much greater degree than wizards believe we are. We have seen through time that the bond between Harry here and this Lucy is one of the strongest since the bond between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, if not the strongest, and this is before we can even be sure it will ever develop into a full soul bond. For some reason, despite the 50 years difference in home times, something very strong is pulling these two together.'

The Doctor nodded as he thought about the Great Lion Aslan, a being he had met almost as many times as the Queen or Winston Churchill. Only someone like Aslan could bind two people so closely together across timelines.

Stronghammer than removed two sheets of parchment from the blue folder and placed them on the desk on top of the abilities test. 'This is the prophecy in full, but before you read that, I suggest, Doctor, that you read this letter first, which we found while performing an audit of the Gryffindor Vault.' Stronghammer handed the smaller of the two sheets to the older Time Lord.

The Doctor's face morphed through various degrees of shock amazement and happiness as he read the note on the parchment written in a messy scrawl;

Theta,
If I have timed this letter right, you are receiving it in 1990, some 19 years before, and yet after (relatively) I helped you see off Rassilon and Gallifrey. I wish you to know that I have reformed, and due to some strange force, which I have learnt is known as magic, I found myself lying in a field in Wales in the year 965. I soon found myself making friends with Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. I took the name Godric Gryffindor and started a magic school with these three, and I later married Rowena, and we had three children together. Through some luck, your acquaintance Jack Harkness happened upon me in the year 1056, and after some coaxing, I convinced him to transport me to the 1980s. I have since taken the name Archibald Griffin, and I am now teaching at the school I helped to found. I have done research and found that Harry is a Time Lord because he is descended from my only daughter and eldest child Helena Jane, 2nd Duchess of Ravenclaw through his mother's father's side, and my youngest son, Edmund Charles 4th Duke of Gryffindor through his father's side. I look forward to seeing you and my many-greats grandson at Hogwarts next year.

The letter was signed in a flourish with the word Koschei.

'I should have known.' The Doctor muttered before picking up the other parchment and reading the prophecy;

Prince by blood, and prince by bond
will lead the Nine.
A raven, three badgers,
three snakes, two lions.

Nine together, their banners unfurled,
altogether,
to lead their world.
United they stand, backs to the wall,
they must succeed or the Mighty Rock shall fall.

'Master Stronghammer, Your Eminent Majesty, may I ask who made this prophecy?' Harry asked after allowed him to read it.

'The Ood Sigma.' Ragnok replied in his booming voice.

'So it's probably true then...' Harry said deadpanned.

Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: August 1990 CE

Harry was still hard pressed to believe that Buckingham Palace was, as the Queen, Grandmum, put it, his home. It had been almost a week since that trip to Gringotts and in that time he had met just about every member of his family, titled and untitled and most of the Royal Household staff as well. He very quickly had to admit that one of his favourite adult royals, aside from his Grandmum of course, was the Princess of Wales, or as she insisted he call her, Aunty Di. She seemed to be one of the most inclined to treat him more adult, even when he was at the time playing with her kids William and Henry, or Harry, as everyone called him. The black haired prince also enjoyed spending time with his uncle Andrew, who was his mother's twin brother and had been good friends with his father, and he would listen rapt for hours as Andrew would tell him about his parents antics. James, as all the Royal Family called him, spent a lot of time with all the young royals, going for horse rides under the supervision of his aunt, Anne, Princess Royal, riding one of the Queen's mares Lucy while being accompanied by Zara, Anne's daughter riding Burmese, the Queen's personal horse.

Over the month he spent living with the Royal Family, Harry (or James) quickly fell in love with most aspects of the Royal Lifestyle, but try as he might, there was one he just could not reconcile with. The Doctor had explained to him that he was famous in the wizarding world, and he had seen that at the Leaky Cauldron, but being a prince, and famous in the muggle world too...that was difficult. He first joined his Grandmum in a few small appearances, nothing too media-centred, a school visit or two, a church fundraiser in Godric's Hollow, the town where Gryffindor Castle, Harry's castle, was located, and a visit to Caernarfon Castle alongside his eldest uncle, Charles, Prince of Wales.


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