Harry Potter and the Lost Prince of Atlantis
Disclaimer/Plot/Challenge Information/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friends and loyal fans: I'd also like to dedicate this story to Sweet Summer Sora for creating such an interestingly-sounding challenge: my recommended reads are Harry Potter and the Revival of Soul Magic by AlphaPheonix, Harry Potter: The Prince of Atlantis by Tylanoid, Child of the Forest and the Ocean by Please Read my stuff, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Oceana and Atlantis by StormyFireDragon and Saviour of Magic by Colt01
Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Daphne; Sirius/Persephone;
Other Pairings: Cedric/Tonks; Others TBD
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'Mental Speech'
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StormyFireDragon: Wow Storm, nice to hear from you again: hope you enjoy this adventure and all that it entails;
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WhiteElfElder: Interesting thought: I'll be honest with you, my friend, I never even considered it;
Winged Seer Wolf: Sorry if you're expecting an all-action adventure, my friend: the way I'm writing this one, I'm enjoying it and plan on keeping it this way: slow and steady wins the race, after all;
Dephunkt: Interesting query: I'll have to come up with something about that soon;
"So…you think Chang's going to turn her attention on Harry?" asked Neville, earning a laugh from Will that had the other boy frowning, "What's so funny about that? Isn't Harry worried about being alone over there?"
"It's not that, though I imagine he's got a few niggling doubts," agreed Will, taking another bite of his food before he sniggered knowingly.
"But if the Not-a-Queen-Bee tries anything to attempt to get her mitts on Harry, let's just say she might just find her plans turning into a washout!"
Chapter 14: Uncharted Waters
Early the next morning, as he'd been known to do in the Cove, Harry awoke in his dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower, a feeling of anticipation and pride welling up inside of him as he readied himself for the day ahead.
Curiously, the night before had been quieter than he would have thought.
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Aside from getting on pretty good terms with Hermione and Anthony, and doing his best to keep himself from growing too annoyed at some of the Eagles' efforts to get his attention, Harry hadn't really spoken to any of his other Housemates in the Nest. So, instead, the feast had been a quiet, but interesting affair, right up to the gut-busting desserts that had left Harry needing to adjust his waistband and wishing he had as large a stomach as a blue whale or a Megalodon.
Or even Ronald Weasley, who he'd noticed and remembered the name of from Fred and George's introductions and the Sorting.
The guy was an abyss of an appetite whom Harry noticed, during a glance to the Gryffindor Table, never seemed to stop eating and, though he only thought about it to himself, Harry wondered if the guy even took a breath during feeding time.
He even wondered if, like a whale, he just opened up and let it all go in before deciding he'd eaten enough.
But still, curiosities and amusement aside, Harry had gone off to bed with the other Ravenclaws feeling very full, sleepy and ready for his bed.
After being shown to Ravenclaw Tower and told about the riddles guarding the entrance – the mention of which made Harry wonder why the guard was an eagle and not a sphinx, which was known for its love of challenging its prey with riddles – Harry was introduced to the Tower, including the Ravenclaw-only library, the House Ghost, known as the Grey Lady – or, as Harry knew from Sirius, Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of their House's Founder – and, finally, eventually, the dormitory he'd be sleeping in for the next seven years.
Curiously, but not in a way that made Harry uncomfortable, Ravenclaw students had their own dorms for each member and, with permission from Professor Flitwick, they could usually be allowed to share a dorm with one or, maximum, two others if it was necessary. So, when Harry walked into his dormitory and found Hedwig, as well as his Mother's trunk, waiting for him, he'd felt a familiar sense of home comfort well up inside him.
For about an hour, despite his full belly helping to ease him into a sleepy state, Harry had sat at his window, stroking Hedwig's feathers and just staring out across the view from the window. He hadn't said anything or made any attempts to do anything more than pet his friend and enjoy the sight of Hogwarts by night.
In the end, he'd retired for the night and descended into a sea of dreams that he didn't really remember, but it was a good night's sleep regardless.
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As he sat in his bed, the overcast morning sky outside shining through his window, Harry allowed himself a thin smile before, rolling out of bed, he landed on the floor in an almost-perfect position to begin several push-ups.
This was something Vulko had taught him was an interesting way of burning off excess energy not consumed by sleep; he recommended ten to start with, if only to build up Harry's muscle mass and resistance, though, by the time summer's end had come around, Harry had been able to manage twenty push-ups and sit-ups easy.
With his exercise finished, Harry kipped-up before, moving to his trunk, he bent down and clicked the trident-lock into place, allowing him access to the storage cache. Unlike the basic interior of the first lock and the apartment in the second, the storage cache was more like a Russian Doll as it was one compartment made up of several smaller compartments, all of which could be used for a variety of means and opened by pulling on the respective tab for the chosen compartment at the side of the storage cache.
But, in this particular instance, Harry was only interested in the first one: opening the cache, he reached in and pulled out his blue-crystal trident, holding it in his hands while he pulled himself up again.
Once he was done, he moved to the end of his bed, putting him on top of a Ravenclaw-blue rug emblazoned with said House's Crest while, to Harry's left, there was a small bookcase, a study desk and, on the right, next to his window, there was a wardrobe and a magical shower that he simply had to step into and out of to turn it on and off.
Standing on the rug, Harry stamped his trident on the ground, causing a dull thud to resonate through his room before, clearing his throat, he mused, "All right…I know I can't practice using my trident for water, not just yet, but let's see if I've still got the balance right."
With that, he lifted the trident before, just like he'd seen Vulko do, he started spinning the trident in his hands; being a novice in the art, he started off slow, letting his hands get familiar with the feel of the shaft spinning in his grip while he also tried to ensure he didn't accidentally stab himself or knock himself out with the prongs or the butt of the trident.
After about a minute and a half of practicing, Harry picked up his speed, watching the circles formed by his trident while he also made sure to mind his breathing and make sure nothing could interrupt his concentration. At one point, his concentration slipped just slightly when he heard a loud cry echo through his bedroom window, coming from the Forbidden Forest, which caused him to stumble, smacking himself in the gut with the butt of his trident, winding him from the impact.
"Damn," muttered Harry, setting the trident against his dormitory wall, next to his trunk, as he rubbed his stomach, "One thing about training in the Cove; I know the sounds, so they don't surprise me…but here?"
Still, he was proud of how much he'd achieved in terms of keeping the flow, so it was good enough for him.
After washing away the last dregs of sleep and fatigue in the shower, Harry changed into his robes, a part of him amused, if not proud by the sight of his reflection in a mirror on the inside of his wardrobe door. The blue trim of Ravenclaw's primary colour against the black of his robe was well-suited for him and, as he looked at the eagle insignia on the House Crest, he smiled softly as he knew that, like the eagle, he would soar to new heights over the next seven years.
Then…who knows?
By the time he graduated, maybe he'd be ready to do what his Mum never got the chance to do and return to Atlantis to claim his throne.
Adjusting his black-and-blue tie, Harry ran a hand through his blonde bangs before he brushed his black fringe back, allowing his hair to stick up on top of his head before, drawing in a breath, he turned and walked out of the dormitory, smiling with anticipation at the thought of what the day would bring for him as a student of Hogwarts.
When he reached the Ravenclaw Common Room, however, Harry's smile faded faster than the receding tide when he saw none other than his new friend, Hermione Granger, sat on one of the couches, her head buried against her knees. What made Harry even less-comfortable with the sight of his friend, however, was the fact that she was dressed in nothing more than a towel that hardly seemed to cover all of her.
It was only when he got closer to her that Harry realised Hermione wasn't just huddled up, she was crying!
"Hermione?" asked Harry, earning a gasp from Hermione as she looked up to see him; as she did so, she quickly pulled the towel tighter around her, but not before Harry shook his head as he told her, "Don't be ashamed: it's just me…what are you doing out here in a towel?"
"I…I can't find my uniform," said Hermione, earning a curious look from Harry before his jaw clenched suddenly when she added, "All…all my clothes are gone too…and my trunk; the…the only thing I have is…is my wand, but I don't know any conjuring spells to make clothes."
As Harry scowled, his jaw so tense, he wouldn't have been surprised to feel and hear his teeth crack under the strain, his eyes flashed suddenly when he heard giggling coming from the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.
Snapping his head up as he heard the sound, Harry let his eyes shift into his Water-Vision, though when he did so, he felt a stab of pain hit his palms – most-likely from his hands clenched so tightly, his nails dug into the flesh of his palms – when he saw two retreating figures racing for a dormitory where a third figure was waiting.
'Damn,' thought Harry, his eyes glowing with such ferocity that, suddenly, outside the nearest window, thunderclouds started gathering from the ire he felt causing his magic to stir. 'I wish my Water-Vision was X-Ray…then I could see who was responsible for this!'
With no other choice, and a hint of personal hatred towards the ones responsible, Harry let his vision return to normal, his eyes doing the same, though the storm clouds outside didn't seem to have let up. Fortunately, Hermione didn't seem to have noticed him leave, let alone his eyes change colours, but, unfortunately, unlike other dormitories, there was nothing to stop Harry from going after the culprits, even though he was a boy and they were obviously girls.
Following the trail he'd seen in Water-Vision, Harry reached the offending dorm before, rather than show a gentlemanly manner or an attitude befitting a future royal like him, he just went all out. Drawing his wand, Harry cast an Aguamenti spell – which Persephone had taught him for use until he learned to command and conjure water naturally – before, drawing on the force of the water, he turned a small puddle into a raging geyser worthy of Ol' Faithful.
With a resounding crash, the water struck the door to the dormitory, sending it flying off its hinges and startling the girls inside.
As Harry stepped into the dorm, his eyes hardened in their sockets when he recognised the offenders as none other than Marietta Edgecombe, Mandy Brocklehurst – again, both of whom he remembered from the Sorting – and an older-looking girl with Asian features and a shocked, but also flustered look on her face when she realised who was standing in the doorway.
"So…" asked Harry coolly, looking to the three girls with fury and disbelief as he asked, "The House of the Wise isn't just full of prissy girls, it's also got thieves in here, has it?"
"Thieves?" asked the Asian girl, earning a scoff from Harry as he saw her brush her hair back and push out a barely-formed chest, as though he was meant to take notice of it. "I…I don't know what you mean, Potter; but if you wanted to come into my dorm, you only had to ask."
"Then I'll ask," retorted Harry, clenching his fist before he asked, "Where have you hidden Hermione's possessions?"
"Granger?" asked Marietta, her voice so shrill, she could have made dog whistles look and sound normal, even to dogs, while her eyes were wider than wide as she asked, "You're here for that disgusting beaver-teeth who thinks she can have the best guys in our House for herself?"
"How old are you?" drawled Harry, looking around the room before, returning his attention to the trio, he added, "Hermione is my friend, not that it's any of your business, and this House, so I've heard, is meant to be like my family…and my family are not thieves…or bullies…well, all right, one of them used to be, but that doesn't mean I encourage it. Now, I'll give you one more chance: return her things…or else!"
"Or else what, Potter?" sneered Mandy, her East End-accented voice edged by a slight lisp as she sneered, "There's three of us and one of you, plus a second-year who…"
Whatever else she might have said was suddenly cut off when Harry, deciding he'd had enough of this Human Crufts show, used his power over the water once more, though, this time, he used it to completely drench the girls, which also caused untold amounts of makeup and mascara to run over their faces, not to mention knock hair extensions out of Mandy's, revealing she was as short-haired as a boy.
As for their uniforms, all three were drenched so much that Harry saw the girls shiver, almost like they'd been dropped into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and forced to swim back, clinging to an iceberg for buoyancy.
"Last…chance!" hissed Harry, a part of him aware of how his voice rumbled like thunder when he said last, though he ignored it for now. "Where have you hidden her things?"
"There!" screamed Marietta, pointing to a blank spot on the wall, though when Harry looked, he smirked when he saw the Asian girl – whom he later learned to be named Cho Chang – lift an invisibility spell of some kind, revealing a trunk, several piles of clothes and a small, cute, but also baggy-looking ginger cat with an unfortunately-squashed face and slightly-bowed legs.
Drawing his wand, Harry cast a Levitation Charm on all Hermione's possessions, pulling them towards him before, setting them next to him, he glared at the girls as he hissed, "You get one warning…that was it: next time you steal, bully or harm any Ravenclaw…any student, you'll get worse than a cold shower."
With that, Harry levitated Hermione's possessions back into the Common Room – since he didn't know where her dorm was – though not before he doubled back, smiling like Sirius would do when he played a joke, as he held up a finger.
"Oh, and…if I might offer you three a free word of advice? Lay off on the makeup, girls: you're 11, or probably twelve, not 111…and as far as you're concerned, I'm not for sale, so don't even bother trying!"
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Suffice to say, Hermione was overjoyed by Harry's quick return of her things, though when she asked him how he'd done it, he gave a Sirius-worthy smile and a wink before he answered her.
"Let's just say you have your gifts and I've got mine…and they can't say I didn't ask nicely either."
On that morning, if ever there was a sign that Hermione Granger became a friend of Harry Potter's, it was that one.
And this time, it didn't take a troll or a crass remark either.
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As Harry sat with Anthony and Hermione at breakfast, he briefly glanced in the direction of the windows where, to his mild unease, he saw there were still dark clouds gathering from his emotions stirring earlier. He also noticed an uneasy chill seemed to follow him and his friends all the way from Ravenclaw Tower down to the Great Hall where, to his amusement, he'd found Chang, Edgecombe and Brocklehurst looking like drowned rats, despite their best efforts to clean themselves up.
'What? They've never heard of drying charms?' wondered Harry as he helped himself to a large bowl of honey-blended porridge, topping it with strawberries for good measure.
Next to him, Anthony seemed content to enjoy a light breakfast of anchovies on toast – which amused Harry as he wondered how funny it'd be for him to reanimate them later-on if he could learn how to do it – while Hermione just had cereal, though she was much happier than she'd been when Harry first saw her.
As everyone else settled down for breakfast, Harry looked up only once when he heard someone clearing their throat; to his surprise, but not in a bad way, he found Professor Flitwick standing next to him, a timetable in his hands, which he handed to Harry.
"Mr Potter," said the diminutive teacher, looking at Harry over the top of his glasses as he went on, "Welcome to Ravenclaw…and just so there are no misunderstandings: I survived your Father's reign of good humour and I will survive you. So if I ever catch you…"
"With all due respect, Master Filius," argued Harry, using a term he'd read in one of his Mother's journals to really get the man's attention.
Judging from the alarmed, but also-saddened look of reminisce that flashed across Filius' face, it worked too, though Harry kept going, "My good humour was nothing more than me standing up for my friends and surrogate family, as Professor McGonagall said. If you want to punish me for it, I'll take it, but don't mistake me for James Potter, sir…I'm not here to be his shadow."
From somewhere down the table, a fork hit the plate while even Hermione looked shocked by Harry's argument.
As for Filius, he took a breath before he asked, "So…you admit you intentionally used magic on another student, do you?"
"To reclaim stolen property, yes," said Harry, earning a startled look from Filius as Harry added, "Two things I won't stand for, sir: people thinking of me as just a title or a shadow-slash-clone of Mum and Dad…and bullying, especially if it leads to theft…so, again, if you want to punish me, do it. I regret nothing, and I also won't apologise."
For a moment, Filius seemed to wrestle with his decision before, clearing his throat, he looked to Hermione as he asked, "Miss…Granger, yes?"
"Y-y-yes sir," said Hermione, looking from Filius to Harry and back again.
"Can you vouch for Mr Potter's actions?"
"I can," insisted Hermione, earning an unseen smile from Harry as she went on, "I don't know why they wanted me to be without my things or why they targeted me, but…but Harry stood up for me when no-one else would…so…so if you have to punish him, then you'll have to punish me too, sir. Because…it might not be allowed in the rules, but…but I can't let a friend suffer for helping me."
Once again, Filius seemed torn between rewarding Harry and scolding him, but as he looked to Harry, he saw the young boy smile before he nodded, his eyes never leaving the teacher's gaze as he whispered, "It's all right…do what you feel is right, Master."
Drawing himself to his full height, Filius looked once to Harry as he explained, "I'm sorry, Potter, but using magic on another student with intent to harm or even embarrass is against the rules, so…so I must take ten points from Ravenclaw for endangering fellow students."
"That's not fair!" exclaimed Hermione.
"No," agreed Filius, looking from Hermione to the guilty parties as he added, "But this is: Miss Edgecombe, Miss Chang and Miss Brocklehurst: all three of you have a week's detention for theft of a student's possessions and, furthermore, Miss Chang, as this is your second offence of intent to harm or humiliate a fellow student, I am forbidding you from any attempts to join the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team this year!"
"But you can't!" gasped Cho, earning a sharp intake of breath from the rest of Ravenclaw.
"Shall I make it indefinite?" asked Filius, earning a horrified look from Cho while Harry's lips twitched in amusement as the goblin teacher added, "If I were you, Miss Chang, I would seriously try to remember who is the teacher and who is the student around here. Also, a warning…to all of you…"
Here, he directed his words to the House as a whole, causing each one of them to take notice, as he explained, "Theft…bullying…wanton harm and humiliation of a fellow student, regardless of circumstances, friends, House or any other reason you may feel is logical, will not be tolerated at Hogwarts. From now on, I would think very hard before you take a path…as it might just lead you out those doors with your wands snapped…also, before I forget, Miss Clearwater?"
"Professor?" asked Penelope Clearwater, a rather attractive girl with beach-sandy-brown hair and warm blue eyes that were currently filled with a hint of fear as she looked to her Head of House.
"From now on, you should remember that I expect my House's Prefects to take care of any procedures on claims of harassment or harm personally: and remember this. You have earned the right to bear that badge for a reason and it is not so you look good in pictures."
Penelope paled, but she nodded in response.
As for Filius, he looked to Harry as he added, "As for you, Potter, not only do you lose the ten points I have deducted, but you also gain twenty points for sticking up for a fellow student, handling an attempted crime against a friend and for what I suspect is quite the feat of magic…keep up the good work."
"Yes sir," said Harry, inclining his head.
As Filius went to leave, he stopped suddenly as he doubled back before he added, "Oh, before I forget, the Headmaster has requested your presence for a meeting: if you wait behind after the feast, I'll take you to his office…I hear he's quite fond of Strawberry Bonbons."
The added trivia confused Harry for a moment before, nodding in response, he turned back to his breakfast.
As he did so, however, he gasped when an enchanted note suddenly flew over his head, landing on his plate in the shape of a small dove.
Opening the note, Harry's eyes widened when he read what was inside;
I had a feeling you had something to do with those three looking like they've been squid wrestling.
Keep it in control next time…and well done this time.
Come and find me later.
W
Turning his head in the direction of the Gryffindor Table, Harry saw his older brother smiling at him, before giving him a wink similar to that of their Father as he returned to his meal.
Pocketing the note, Harry began to enjoy his food, his mind now focused on his impending meeting with Dumbledore.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about it, especially after what Sirius had shared with him at the end of summer.
That there was every chance that the one who'd bound his powers as a baby was Albus Dumbledore himself…
Chapter 14 and it looks like the tides of friendship continue to rise, but now Harry's shown what happens if you get in his way, will the idiots learn their lessons or are they in for rough waters ahead?
Also, can Harry overcome the nerves of facing the one who might be responsible for him being ignorant to his destiny for so long?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Dumbledore gets his meeting and Harry gets answers, but will the backlash mean rough waters ahead or smooth sailing?
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