Chapter 4

Brothers

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290 AC

Jaeharys Peverell:

"Aw man," a seven-year-old Harry thought as he made his way from the castle dungeons. Jaeharys Peverell, Harry to his family, has always been a curious child. Ever since he could walk he would always sneak off from his mothers to try and explore his family's castle. From the top of Azure Keep where he would sit in his father's study and read all the books from his private collection, to the dark dungeons down below. There he found large cells with valyrian steel bars meant to keep giants at bay. Today he found where his uncle Alucard keeps his coffin, which was located right next to a shriveled up chained corpse. Though now he was being dragged up the stairs back to the main floor by said uncle back to his mother, well one of his mothers.

"Please don't take me to her please!" Harry begged his uncle. Alucard merely smiled as they made their way up the torch lit stair case.

"Sorry kid no can do, your mom already knows you are here and if I don't bring you to her she'll cut off my right hand…again," Alucard said as they reached the top of the stair case.

At the top of the stairs standing in the door way was a very angry Ashara Peverell, formerly of house Dayne. Her usually soft, caring eyes were now hardened with anger. And next to her was Harry's older brother, only by four months, Draconis Ragnar Peverell, named after Tiberius' father and the King-Beyond-The-Wall that followed him to Avalon. Though to his parents confusion, Harry had taken to calling him Draco. Draco is a small boy with blond hair like their father and light purple eyes like his birth mother, Ashara.

"See mother, I told you I saw him going down into the dungeons." Draco said with a smug grin on his face.

"You snitch!" Harry yelled out at his brother. He decided that if he was going down he was not going down alone.

"Draco sneaks into the kitchen at night and steals lemon tarts and sweet wine!" Harry exclaimed with satisfaction as the color on Draco's face disappears.

"No I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Do not!"

"Do to!"

"Enough! Jaeharys Ignotus Peverell we are here to discuss why you were down in the dungeons,"

And with that Harry's protests stopped, hearing his full name from his parents usually meant that they were running out of patience. Draco smiled at seeing his brother's defeated form. That was until his mother turned towards him.

"And you, Damien, we will discuss your nightly kitchen raids later," Ashara said. Draco's protests were caught in his throat when he caught his mother's glare.

"Jaeharys what have we told about going down to the dungeons?"

"Not to go down there without you, father or mother," Harry stated

"That's right and besides there's nothing down there but rats, dirt, and all sorts of filthy creatures," Ashara said leaning down to rub the dirt off Harry's nose.

"Hey!" Alucard cried out indignantly.

Ashara pointed at Alucard, "See, disgusting,"

"Hey, I'll have you know that I bathe myself every week!" Alucard proclaimed. Both Harry and Draco had trouble hiding their smiles as their Uncle Alucard continued to profess his cleanliness.

Ashara simply shook her head and turned towards her two sons. "Alright now you two, your father wants to speak to the both of you so go on towards his study while I stay here and have a word with your dear uncle. We'll talk punishment later."

The boys nodded and ran as fast as they could down the hall. Though as he turned the corner, Harry stopped and tried listening to what the adults were saying. However, he was too far from hearing anything clearly and the fact that they were whispering didn't help either.

"…don't want that monster so close…" Harry heard Ashara hissed through whispered breath.

"…no other place safer then with me…" Alucard hissed.

"…so close to finding it," Ashara said her eyes darkening.

"She won't be released!" Alucard shouted, his voice no longer in a whisper. Harry heard him take a deep breath before continuing though this time his voice was at a normal volume.

"If he had been put anywhere else someone could have found her and accidentally release her. At least here we can keep an eye on her." Alucard responded, Ashara opened her mouth to argue once more, but Alucard beat her to it, "You don't trust me, fine. But trust your husband when he tells you that this is the best place to hide him and that the children are in no danger,"

A brief silence was held in the air before Harry heard Ashara sigh and the sound of footsteps started moving down the hall. As the footsteps got closer Harry began to walk softly, but quickly so not to alert his mother of his presence.

Harry quickly made his way up the spiral stair case towards his father's study. The room was located at the very top of the Tower of Zenith, the highest tower of the three towers on the Azure Palace. From here the entire city of Last Haven, could be seen. The city was originally named Giants Port, named for the main product that this city would produce, enslaved Giants. However, before the colonists could begin hunting down the giants in the lands beyond the wall they all disappeared without a trace. Whenever Harry would ask his Uncle Alucard of their disappearance he would simply say that it was a secret between him, Harry's father, and Alexander Anderson.

Sitting in the study room were all six of his siblings, his father and his other mother. Behind a large, ornate desk was his father, King Tiberius of Avalon. A small smile adorned his bearded face as he looked across his desk. Sitting on next to the window on a large couch was his birth mother, Elia Peverell, formerly of House Martell. The smile on her face reached her dark eyes as she watched her youngest children play by the window. Her youngest is little Diana Allyria Peverell, four name days old, named after an ancient Valyrian moon goddess after she had been born during a full moon. Playing with a toy sword next to Diana was the youngest son, young Nymeros Septimus Peverell, four name days old, named in honor of the warrior queen Nymeria. However, Tiberius chose that name in gratitude to the ancient Rhoynish Princess. She had offered to take the Peverell brothers with her across the Narrow Sea after the Rhoynish had lost. Even though the brothers were more Valyrian then Rhoynish she still wanted to take them with her. Though they refused her offer, Tiberius was touched by the woman's kindness.

In front of a tall book case next to the entrance, were two of his elder siblings. Searching through the book case was his elder sister, Hermione Peverell, eight name days old. Named after Ashara's grandmother, due to Hermione being born on her grandmother's name day. Sitting on the floor reading about the legendary knights was his elder brother, Aegon Peverell, eight name days old. Standing next to their father, looking at a large map of Avalon that hung next to the wall, was his eldest sibling, Rhaenys Peverell, Eleven name days old. And finally, sitting across Tiberius, was his dear brother Damian Peverell. And like the snitch he is, he's already telling their father of his little adventure into the dungeons.

"…even after all your warnings he went down there!" Draco stated with a smug look on his face. Well two can play at this game.

"Draco hid a bag of horse shit underneath Rhaenys' bed!" Harry blurted out. He immediately regretted saying those words as his mother glared at him.

"Jaeharys!" Elia cried out whilst covering Diana's ears.

"Language Harry," Hermione said though her attention was still on their father's collection of books. Aegon in the meantime was rolling on the floor laughing. At what, Harry didn't know. Probably at Draco seeing the terrified look on his face as their elder sister glared down at them.

"You're the reason why my room's been smelling so bad?!" She yelled "Do you know how hard it is to sleep with the constant smell of shit in your nose?!"

"Rhaenys!" Elia cried out tightening her hold on little Diana. Nymeros had stopped playing with his toy sword and joined his older brother in laughing at the situation.

"Enough!" Tiberius yelled out. "Percival please come in here,"

At his father's command the tall figure of the Peverell family's loyal steward entered the study right behind Harry. The man's full name is Percival Dornez of the House Dornez. Ever since Avalon's formation, the descendants of Walter C. Dornez has been loyal servants of the Peverell family. They serve in any capacity that is asked of them. Whether it be espionage, assassination, advising, or simply serving a hot cup of milk during the long cold nights. Whatever the job is the members of House Dornez will do it. As of recent, the current head of the family, Percival, has been assigned to making sure the children don't destroy the castle with their ever constant prank wars. Specifically, Harry and Draco, if they're not going after each other then they're most likely going after their siblings, or their father. What Harry finds amazing is that no matter what part of the palace they're in Percival always comes when called.

"I'm assuming you want me to go clean up the mess sir?" Percival asked with a slight bow.

"No, I want you to prepare buckets and clothes for the boys," Tiberius gestured to Draco and Harry.

"What!?"

"I didn't have anything to do with this!"

With just a simple glare the boys' complaints fell silent.

"This is your mess so you're responsible for it and you snuck into the dungeons alone," Tiberius replied. The boys dropped their heads immediately.

"In addition to that you will both be sleeping in Rhaenys' room while she sleeps in your room. And until the mess is cleaned that is where you will both be sleeping," Harry nodded his head at this and nudged Draco on the side to stop him from making things worst. Despite the animosity between the two, the boys still shared a room, though they had separate beds.

"Excellent, now everyone as you all know around this time of the year I go around Avalon and meet with the various lords and chiefs around the land. This year I've finally convinced both your mothers to allow more of you to accompany me." The kids looked excited with this piece of news. Usually when their father meets with leaders of Avalon he'd only bring Rhaenys.

"Harry, Damien, Aegon, Hermione, all of you will accompany me and Rhaenys this time. You're all old enough to travel and its time you see the kingdom you'll all rule." Tiberius stood from his desk and gestured to the map hanging on the wall. With that said Tiberius told all his children to go and get ready for bed, except for Draco and Harry.

As the sun had finally set over the horizon and their siblings had retired to their respective rooms, Harry and Draco slowly make their way towards Rhaenys' room. Both of the boys carried a large bucket of water and two rags, one for wiping and one for drying. Percival followed them to make sure they did as they were told. When they finally reached Rhaenys' door a slight stench hit their nose. The smell got stronger as they got close to the bed. The boys set down their buckets at opposite ends of their sister's bed. Taking a deep breath, they simultaneously looked down underneath the bed.

Underneath the bed, an ungodly amount of feces was smeared all across the floor and under the bed itself. Harry quickly covered his nose from the stench with one of the rags.

"How did you even get it up there?" Harry asked looking at his brother at the other side of the bed. Draco pinched his nose.

"The same way we're getting it off," He replied, but before he could do anything Percival spoke up from the door way.

"Ah ah ah, no magic allowed," Percival said as he pulled up a chair to watch the boys. Outside of their immediate family, very few know of Tiberius' immortality or the family's magical capabilities. The Dornez family are a part of the few seeing as how they are the Peverell's ever loyal servants.

"Oh come on Percival this is gonna take forever to clean up and we'll end up smelling like shit," Draco moaned.

"Well it wouldn't be much of a punishment if it was quick and painless," Percival smiled. Harry didn't complain, he knew he didn't have the necessary amount of control to clean up this sort of mess and he doubted Draco had could control his magic either. They probably would have made things even worst.

Draco groaned as he dipped a rag into the bucket of water and began to scrub underneath the bed. Harry brought his shirt to his nose before scrubbing to lessen the stench of shit. It took them about an hour to clean up most of the mess before Percival allowed them to go wash up and go to sleep for the night. They would have cleaned it all up had they not spent so much time arguing about who would have to go underneath the bed to scrub the bottom half. Now both boys are squeezed together in their sister's bed with the stench of horse dung still fresh in their noses.

"This is all your fault you know," Draco said his back turned from his brother.

"How is this my fault? You were the one who smeared shit underneath Rhaenys' bed!" Harry replied as he watched the stars through the window.

"You were the one who snitched on me to father!" Draco argued as he nudged Harry trying to take up more space on their sister's bed.

"You told mother I had gone into the dungeons!" Harry yelled as he nudged back at Draco.

"That place is dangerous! You could have fallen down a pit or get locked in one of those cages or get eaten by some monster that lives down there that is not our Uncle Alucard!" Draco yelled back. A brief moment of silence was held between the brothers.

"You were worried about me?" Harry asked turning towards his brother. Draco turned towards his brother with confused look on his face.

"Of course I'd be worried about you, you're my brother," Draco said without hesitation.

"I thought you'd be happy to have me gone. You'd finally get our room all to yourself," Harry stated.

"What would I do with all that space? And besides this castle would be boring without you around to mess with. I mean Nymeros and Diana are just babies and the others would probably just beat the shit out of me. Hermione's punches hurts like hell and I can't imagine how hard Aegon and Rhaenys hit," Draco said as he rubbed his shoulder remembering the time when Hermione continuously punched him for gluing several pages of her favorite book together. Oddly enough the memory of Hermione beating up Draco brought a smile to Harry's face.

"Look, I'm sorry for snitching on you like I did. And thanks for caring about me," Harry raised a hand towards his brother. Draco smiled and grasped it tightly.

"How about a temporary truce then, until all this shit's cleaned up," Draco offered smiling. Harry nodded at his brother with a smile of his own.

Suddenly Draco propped himself up on his elbow and looked behind Harry. Turning around Harry saw that Draco was looking at the desk underneath window.

"I just realized that all of our sister's secrets are quite literally right next to us," He said with a mischievous smile. Harry turned back and sighed at his brother's antics.

"We're already in enough trouble as it is!" Harry argued towards his brother.

"Come on Harry, don't you want some revenge for the literal shit we had to deal with?" Draco asked his brother, "For all we know she's going through our stuff as we speak."

In another part of the castle, Rhaenys was sleeping peacefully in Harry's bed enjoying a stench free night.

"Let's do it in the morning Draco. I'm too tired from all the scrubbing," Harry said closing his eyes. Draco sighed and placed his head on the pillow staring straight at the ceiling. Draco immediately sprang up from the bed removing the blanket that laid on top of them. Harry opened his eyes and looked at his brother curiously.

"I'm hungry, want to get some lemon tarts?" Draco asked as he slowly put on his soft shoes.

"Mom's probably locked the kitchens up tightly…sorry," Harry said apologetically.

"It's fine, besides I knew one day I'd get caught so I prepared some secret caches just for this sort of event," Draco said as he made his way to the door. He turned towards Harry.

"Want to come?" He asked.

"Aren't you worried that I'd snitch to our mothers about your secret treasures," Harry asked

"Aren't we in a truce? And besides the caches are heavy and are filled with food I plan on eating as much as we can tonight," Draco said, Harry smiled and quickly put on his shoes. As he reached the door, Draco held out his hand.

"Just in case, let's make a brother's promise to not tell anyone of what we're doing here tonight deal?" Draco extended his hand towards Harry smiling. Without hesitation Harry took it with a smile. They shook hands three times and on the third they yelled out,

"Promise"

A/N: So here's chapter 4 with Harry and his new family. All the siblings except Rhaenys and Aegon are from Harry's world. Writing this chapter was fun and I hope you all enjoy and I hope you all had a Happy Holidays.