AN: Well, first, I'm sorry I didn't update this past week between the flu and internet issues this update is a little later than it was supposed to be, but here it is. This chapter also starts the second arc of this fic, the first arc was a lot of world-building, and setting up characters. This second arc we see a lot more action, some more cliff-hangers. I am still looking for a beta if anyone is interested.
Chapter Posted 3/3/2020
Arc Two: Forging a King
Chapter 16 – Repercussions, Rescues, and Threats
~~~~~Power of Ancestral Magics~~~~~
Potter Manor, England
After the bombshell Sirius had informed them of, the three separated each going their own ways to burn off some of the anger, they were feeling at the current situation with an agreement to meet for dinner at six-thirty. Neville went to the greenhouses to burn his anger off by battling and experimenting with the plants. Sirius went to the dueling room to cool off battling several opponents at once. Harry first went to the fencing room and exhausted himself fighting four opponents at once, before retreating to his room to take a nap once exhaustion set in. If he was able to meet with one of his guardians that was merely a bonus in his mind, maybe then he could start brainstorming.
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Potter Manor, England
Harry opened his eyes not to find himself in the meadow that Michalis seemed to favor, or in the combat room that he had learned his guardian James favored. Instead, he found himself in an office, a very familiar office much like the office he had in the manor. This Harry thought was the Potter family study, but looking closer at some of the finer details, the books on the shelves, the people in the photographs, Harry realized it was a study, but not the study at the manor just very similar to it.
"Right and wrong you are young one, once upon a time, this was my study, as it was my fathers, and grandfathers before me, as it should have been your fathers and grandfathers before you." A man said from where he leaned against the window overlooking the grounds.
"I feel slightly confused, what do you mean wrong as well?" Harry asked.
"You are comparing this study to the Potter study at Potter Manor, and simply believe this is an earlier version of that study. It is not, this study was the foundation upon which that study was designed, not simply what it once was. Can you guess where we are?" The man probed. Harry going to stand beside him looked out the window into the courtyard below, and suddenly he knew where he was. He had once in his dreams, trained in that courtyard down below, he had studied tactics in these halls, he was at Dragons Moor. "I see that you do, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ignatius Potter and under my watch, as Lord Potter the house became Most Ancient and Most Noble coming up from merely being Ancient and Noble. I was known to be one of the most politically active Potters in the history of the family for good reason."
"James spoke of you, he said you saved the family in a time when we had few allies, much like now." Harry responded.
"I would not have used the word saved, not in the way you are thinking, I merely preserved our house, strengthened it really, when many others in a similar situation fell. Before I tell my story let me explain why I am here. James's power rose and fell before mine, Michalis's after, their stories each show a different aspect of house Potter's power. Power they are passing on to you. James teaches you the values of house, why we fight, what we stand for. He is teaching the spells and rituals that belong to our family, whether they be those added to the family magics or those we merely keep secret, hidden within the depths of our family library. He teaches you the methods and tactics of physical war."
"Michalis' teaches you the culture, and traditions of our lands. Teaching you not just the traditions but the reasons for them as well. We the olde families do few things merely for the sake of doing them. I will merge both of their teachings, binding them together."
"Generations span between James and Michalis, I fall between them, for my time, Rome was not yet a distant memory, however Arthur had passed, and Albion was expanding its borders. We were not yet the heads of Arthurs cumulative armies, but we did head the armies that hailed from our lands. The time had come and Arthurs grandson still yet newly crowned the second Pendragon King, made a call to arms, and due to a situation in the family at the time, I as his heir led the men to battle."
"Michalis and James have both spoken at length of the requirements to become an elder house, at this point house Potter had achieved the status of Ancient and Most Noble, though our known title was that of The Ancient and Noble house of Potter. We hid the fact that we had become Most Noble as to keep our family secrets just that secret. But the time had also come that the change of our magics was also at hand. The development of a house is not a secret, somewhere around, the house being around for 10 to 15 generations, the house develops family magics, with each following generation the house gains more family magics, once a house reaches around 35 generations or around 1,500 years old if they have enough monetary assets they gain the title of Most Ancient and Most Noble, our age had reached the point that this title would soon be ours. However, with age comes power and just as wizards and witches get certain power boosts on certain birthdays, so to at certain times do houses get certain power boosts to their family magics. It is the reason behind the requirement that all houses swear fealty to an ancestral house some time after the house becomes most Noble but before they become Most Ancient. Because of past actions taken by the house we had several alliances with foreign Ancestral houses, however these alliances would not also pertain to the house we swore fealty to, because of this house Le-Fay rejected our request to swear fealty, and we were too dark for the tastes of the Emrys house. One did not swear fealty to house Evanshade lightly, but we requested it all the same, anything to help us temper the family magics when the boost came, but they too rejected our offer."
"Time did not stop moving despite the rejection of the other houses, and shortly before my fifteenth birthday, our family magics, didn't just receive a boost they morphed into house magic, and we lost all control over them. When the call to arms came to years later and I went to war, I went to war without any access to the magic of my house. Our forces without the innate magic of our house suffered, and my father scrambled for a way to reclaim our magics, and he did. He found a ritual that he performed, but he did not fully understand the price of the ritual, and both my grandfather and my father both lost their lives, in returning the power of our house back to us. With this news I returned home to take up the mantle of Lord Potter, when I returned to the battlefield, we were given new marching orders to join with the armies of Lord Evanshade. The day before our forces joined, the then Lord Evanshade fell in battle. I took command as his son, a young man the same age as I, returned to Camelot to take up the mantle of Lord. When he returned he relied heavily on me, and I him as we battled together. After the war we returned to Camelot, and the alliance continued, until eventually I swore the house of Potter to the house of Evanshade, we served as their vassals for almost three centuries before the houses amicably separated."
"Maintaining a friendship with Lord Evanshade changed our house. Of the three Potter Grimoires only one stands open to you now, the third grimoire because it is the traditional grimoire, the first was locked before even I was Lord Potter, as it holds the old spells that belong to the house, those spells from before our house's dark time. The Second was created by me, because of my friendship with Lord Evanshade, the house of Potter was dragged into their politics. I was forced to learn the politics of that level, the do's the don'ts, and how to use every ounce of power and ability my house had, to protect what was ours. All I learned I wrote within the second grimoire, the secrets, the betrayals, the blackmail, every nugget of power I had. I'm not ashamed to say that I became ruthless, as feared on the battlefield, as I was in court. But it was the cutthroat business of court, and our house flourished in it. That grimoire was forged in a time of battle and strife, when the smallest weakness in a house's armor, could be used against them, my sons, and grandsons added to the grimoire, as did others. Before the night is through I will show you how to open it."
"But first how do you feel?" He asked finally giving Haldris a chance to speak.
"Overwhelmed, our enemies have been plotting a long time and have far more experience at this than me though and Alexia says I haven't even seen the appearance of my true enemy yet." Harry answered starting to become a little frantic.
"You are aware of the standings of the Ancestral Houses of Albion. You are also aware of the division of vassal when it comes to the houses are you not?" Ignatius quietly and calmly replied.
"Well yes, of course House Emrys held around about a third of all vassals sworn to the ancestral lines which was required for a Most Ancient and Most Noble House to have for the first at least quarter century of being of that status. Somewhere usually after a house reaches that status the house magics takes a big jump in power and the aid of an ancestral house can stabilize it so that it doesn't affect the family overall magical status as bad. House Le-Fay held around half, and Evan Shade held the rest. Though Albion was considered unbalance because of this, it always seemed to work for our people's."
"Indeed, the so-called imbalance of the alliances had almost toppled and had toppled several empires in the past yet Albion it seemed to be different, for a simple reason that most seemed not to realize, yet it was the same for Egypt as well. Blood Magic, Soul Magic, and Necromancy have never and will never be classified as dark magic but are classified as the only humanly possible to control Black Magic as such not everyone could handle the magic and protection of the houses that held those magics as its family gift."
"As Albion had in truth not a light dark and grey set of Ancestral Houses, but a light, grey and Black set of Houses, the greyer dark families could never join with the Black house standing of Evan Shade House and as such fell more often to Le-Fay, this gave them a larger standing that you face today. In my day the house of Serpents and cunning was house Evan-Shade, not house Slytherin. Listen carefully and I will teach all that is needed to make it impossible for the new Lord Le-Fay to touch you." With that he began to teach Harry to use every bit of the cunning serpent that the sorting hat had once feared enough to put an obvious serpent into the house of Lions.
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When Neville and Sirius joined Harry at the dining Room table that night he was neck deep in old contracts going over each one with a fine tooth comb writing in three different notebooks beside him different things that stood out to him, he was also after he had read them sorting out each contract into one of three stacks.
"You got any room for a plate in all that." Sirius jokingly asked.
"Yes, I do, now, did you ask for house Black to be released from the vassalage agreement Sirius." Harry asked back.
"Well, yes, but the price that he asked was steep, and furthermore almost impossible for me to do at this time. Urgg, I was hardly raised to deal with politics, let alone politics with the Ancestral houses."
"Do any of us know how to deal with politics with them, Harry and I were just figuring out regular politics and now we have added a whole new level?" Neville answered.
Harry set down the contract he had been reading. "Imagine you go to war and your father suddenly dies, you are forced to both take up the Lordhsip mantle and guide your troops successfully in battle at 17. During that war you befriend a fellow youth who has also lost his father and now is the Lord and head of house Evan-Shade, the catch your friend is the same age as you, is now also a head of house like you, but like you has never been to court. But you somehow managed to carve out a niche in the court of the second Pendragon King, that has lasted still to this day. Now your heir has activated the ancestral rite and you are assigned to be his political advisor what is that heir to do?"
"That actually sounds familiar all but the last part, where'd you hear the story pup?"
"It does sound familiar but I'm not sure where from." Neville chimed in.
"Ignatius Potter, the Black Prince of house Potter." Harry said with a smirk collecting his papers and setting them off to the side as Mimsy served dinner. "Now what exactly did Marvolo ask for, in exchange for the freedom of house Black?"
Sirius gaped for a moment as did Neville, not quite certain what to say after all Ignatius Potter was known among even the Slytherin house as being a man with enough cunning to stand toe to toe with their own house founder and win in a battle of wits, and he was to be Harry's political guardian, it was awe inspiring. "Well a list of things really. A tome of rare dark magic from the black family library, 200 billion galleons or half the black fortune, and" Sirius stopped as Harry started shaking his head.
"He can only ask for one thing, one thing to prove house Black ready to stand on its own. As he has already named the options all you have to do is fulfil one and the magic will be satisfied. Furthermore, the house of Potter has some material, that can be used against him as well, if he so decides to go after you because he didn't realize the limits to his own power."
"What all do you have?" Neville asked.
"I assume you are asking what I can do to make it no longer worth it for him to mess with the house of Black? Well as vassals of house EvanShade, house Potter also was privy to quite a few state secrets that house Le-Fay would not wish coming to light in any way. The rest pertains to our position at court. The house of Potter had many responsibilities in our position as master of the kings Armies, some of which we share with the house Longbottom, such as the training of the Prince's. Other responsibilities were uniquely ours. One said responsibility was the war and armament tithe, along with the weapons tax." At Neville and Sirius's startled look he continued.
"As the masters of Dragons Moor, it was our responsibility to train the troops for war, along with armoring them. The full financial responsibility of these actions along with the upkeep of the castle fell on the shoulders of our house. To alleviate some of this burden that the king felt was to extensive for one house to hold, all of Albion paid a certain amount based on their status, in the form of a war tithe. As masters of Dragonsmoor, many lords sent their knights to us to ascertain their level of training and eventually to provide a more uniform code as to what level of ability achieved knighthood. Any who sent their knights to Dragonsmoor was expected to pay an armament tithe. As these were mainly wealthier, older houses, some of them formed contracts with house Potter delaying payment, these contracts stated the amount owed, as well as the rate of interest accrual. Said interest accrual is set by Gringotts and has accumulated over the years. Not to start on the tax owed to the house of Potter on any armament or weapons created, that contracts were also created for."
"With Gringotts taking into account the changes in the worth of a Galleon over the years, as well as the changes in society and other things, interest on some of these contracts are already well above 100%, due to the length of time since they were created.
House Potter has not collected on debts owed for quite a while, and this has allowed a buildup that would gut the finances of Lord Le-fays vassals. As said tax was our due wage to maintain the Moor and the Army, and set by the king, the ministries can't forbid us from seeking answer to the tax."
Pointing to one of the stacks in front of him. "These are all debt agreements for armaments of war that have not been repaid. Each of these contracts have also incurred a yearly interest on the amount indebted in the contract, that would only incur more of a deficit against their already hurting fortunes. Any which one would push the house of Potter into the range of Utmost Noble and change his time for the royalty charge from one year to five years which give us all a far longer time to come up with some more ideas, and quite frankly possibly find an heir for house Pendragon or another ancestral House head that would be willing to go through Blood Rites.
"Harry you do know that you can't tell those outside those already in the know or inheritors of titles with heads already in the know, right?" Neville tentatively asked.
"You know an extra perk of having the fund be Albion wide," at their blank looks Harry continued "the rules of guardianship for protectorates follows the Albion laws as well, not the ministry's as such the forbidding you to tell those not in the know of Blood Rites does not apply." The three talked through the night before they went to bed so the younger two could rise early to return to Hogwarts for Thursday Morning classes.
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Hogwarts, Scotland
Thursday morning Harry and Neville returned to school at the same time the papers did, walking into the great hall, and having the school go silent around you, Harry decided, was rather unnerving. Sitting down next to Hermione, Ron and the other Gryffindor of his year he asked. "Days Greetings all, so how bad is the article?"
"Not bad you aren't in it at all except for some speculation at the end about how big your crazy flip out was going to be when you finally formally met him." Ron commented.
"Not going to happen, as I've already met him and I didn't freak out then, but it is illuminating that the prophet went back to the "let's call him crazy mode"." Harry said pulling out his calling mirror saying "Andromeda Tonks."
"Days Blessings Heir Potter, after seeing this morning's daily Prophet I have taken the liberty of prepping the documents for you to fulfill the promise you made in August, shall I proceed?"
"Days greetings to you as well and yes proceed, also proceed with filling out the paperwork on obstruction of justice for the ICW just in case." Harry said also reaching into his bag to pick up a book he had had Sirius fetch from Gringotts late last night. Harry couldn't help but notice Neville's agape face as he also looked at the book most of the others at the table were looking confused, while a few where gaping.
"Interesting, last I had heard that specific Potter Grimoire was locked down, I will have to hear the story behind its reopening from you at some point in time, in the meantime you have given me plenty to do, with your call last night and now this, I best get back to work." Andromeda said with I smile before signing off. The sudden absolute silence from the rest of the hall caught Harry's attention as he too turned to the doors where Lord Le-Fay and his entourage walked in, Harry turned back to Ignatius political grimoire only partially keeping an ear on the entering lord. As the heirs of many houses that had been trying to cozy up to Harry for weeks now practically prostrated themselves before Marvolo Harry took little notice beyond watching Artemis taking down the names of those that did.
"Lord Le-Fay it is good to see you." Dumbledore said his face saying quite enough that it was anything but. As questions flew around him from staff and students alike Harry ignored them for the most part as he focused on the details written in the book, until his wand shook in its holster as the alarm he had set for class went off at which point he rose closing the book.
"You object to what Lord Le-Fay has said Mr. Potter?" The reporter questioned seeing him stand.
"Pardon me, I was reading," he answered her, "I heard neither the question nor the response, nor do I care, as no doubt I will be reading the entire thing verbatim in the paper tomorrow. Beside I would think your lot would be avoiding me and mine like the plague considering the paperwork that was filed about half an hour ago."
"I'm sorry what paperwork?" the reporter asked.
"The paperwork for the dissolution or stripping of stock for the majority owners of the daily prophet, for the slandering of the Lord and head of House of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House. This time next month your company will either have new owners or will be shut down." Harry who had kept walking as he spoke now stood in front of the reporter and the rest of Marvolo's group.
"How dare you threaten us like that, you filthy little half-blood." Snapped one of the lords to Marvolo's left side lunging forward and tackling Harry simultaneously hitting Harry and touching the book that had been in Harry's hands at which point he started wailing.
"Silencio, well that was rather anti-climactic, Harry". Draco said helping Harry to his feet being very careful to not touch the journal but merely raise his eyebrows at it.
"Heir Malfoy in the future I suggest you not cast any spells in a crime scene like this." Said an Auror stepping forward. "It can be seen as disturbing a crime scene and as Heir Potter here has cast" the Auror quickly cast a few spells to both aid the screaming man and to ascertain the spell cast continued "an organ melting curse on Lord Surendus, here I will be having to take him in." with that said he reaches down to pick up the book Harry was carrying before he can touch it however both Draco, and Lord Le-Fay stop him.
"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." Lord Le-Fay says.
"With all due respect it's just a book." The Auror answers.
"That right there is why my grandfather is now teaching a culture class at Hogwarts and those objects where taught last week and is also the reason why Lord Potter will not be charged with anything." Draco retorts.
"Heir Potter will be charged, tried, and sent to Azkaban; it is very disappointing that one of your status has been hoodwinked by him." The Auror answered.
"For goodness sake people the rings denote more than just "I'm of a Lords family" pay attention. Lord Potters ring is the Lords Gold not the heir's silver denotating that he is Lord and head of House Potter. As all my fellow students can make out and many of the Gryffindor's were gaping at that is the Evan-Shade Potter Grimoire as in the Grimoire House Potter compiled under the vassalage of the Evan-Shade house. Lord Serundus touched it, he is now dying for doing so. But by all means try to charge him and be sent to Azkaban yourself for falsely charging the head of a Most Ancient and Most Noble House." Draco once more responded. "My apologies Lord Potter for this idiot's actions, I merely pity the one who has to deal with his idiocy all the time."
Harry first bending to pick up the grimoire yet again ignored the gaping faces around him answered Draco. "Unfortunately, not everyone can be gifted with the cunning of serpents and dragons Draco, it would make sharpening our tongues so much more boring. Besides I'm not among the class that is about to be late to Snape's potion class because I got too caught up in this morning's events. I would say you could ask for leniency but from Snape he would merely dock more points."
"To true to true well, we should get to Ancient Runes I am looking forward to combine the upper and lower Futhark for stronger runic arrays today." Draco commented as the hall quickly emptied of their previously captivated audience. "Oh, father do stop glaring, your glares stopped meaning anything to me long before this year."
"Some respect for your father would be expected Draco he did raise you." Marvolo interjected admonishingly.
"Lucius Malfoy did many things to me and for me Lord Le-Fay raising me was not among them, he was to busy chasing after power, for his family to be of any use to him." Draco retorted before turning back to Harry. "I'm assuming you have a few more things to say, I'll leave you to it and just inform the tutor that you will be running late. I'll see you either in Potions or in the library after for Ancient Runes study later I have the notes for you from Arithmancy and Ancient Runes yesterday." With that Draco left the great hall leaving Harry alone with the adults.
"I did not foresee that you would see me as such a threat as to try and pull out the locked family grimoire. You must learn to play this game better." Marvolo taunted.
Harry merely opened the Grimoire. "Perhaps it was locked for my father but not to me, but it was relieving to tell Sirius that of that list you gave him to fetch for you in exchange for the release of house Black, he only had to do one according to the Albion Ancestral Vassalage law. To aid in preventing house from being forever indentured to the Ancestral houses to solidify said houses power. Furthermore, most would say I have enough knowledge of the game considering the issuing of reminders I issued today. Which reminds me, I kept yours and Lord Malfoys as I figured you also being Lord Slytherin now would be here today here are your official notices of back taxes, as well as outstanding debt owed to House Potter. Oh, don't worry Lord Lestrange this isn't me calling it in as due, just the issuing of the reminders of where the total amounts and the interest rates are now. Well, it has been nice conversing with you, but I must get to class, I may already know how to combine the upper and lower futhark, but I still need to get todays homework. May the days salutations be with you all." With that said Harry left the Great hall and proceeded up the stairs, leaving several gaping lords, a terrified reporter, and a shocked headmaster behind him.
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Hogwarts, Great Hall
"How much would the damage be Lucius." Abraxas calmly asked his son, waving on his to teaching assistants to begin his waiting class.
"To much father, the debts being called in alone with the interest they have accrued over the past half a century would cripple our house. I can't even argue the amounts or fault the brat as the letter includes a copy of the original signed contracts, that give the amount and the explanation of how interest would be accrued according to the Gringotts system and a full document of all of the announcements Gringotts has made of the changes to interest accrual. It even has the clause about our right to refuse to pay if, our sworn ancestral houses seat stands empty, and the clause of petitioning the crown and the one house Potter was sworn to about staying the hand of house Potter. With the crown standing empty, and Potter answering to none but themselves we can petition none to stay his hands he has full rights by Albion law to move forward at any time he so chooses. My only question is why now, why tell us at all, without calling in the contracts as due." Lucius answers and questions, not understanding why.
Lord Zabini merely snorted from behind them all before speaking, "the message isn't for you, Lord Malfoy. Rumor has it that the Evan-Shade Potter grimoire is more than a simple grimoire passed down from generation to generation. It doesn't carry the usual family rules, secrets and spells. That grimoire if the stories are accurate contains the exact plans, thoughts, and maneuverings of Ignatius Potter, the man who single-handedly carved out and secured the Potters both Dragon's Moor and the position of chief Commander of Albion's armies, but also ensconced them far enough into the politics of house Evan-Shade that three centuries later, they were the only house to free themselves from vassalage to that house without consequences. Even the house of Slytherin has not done that."
"Even if that story is true, I fail to see what message he is sending." Marvolo snapped his magic starting to flare before meeting with an icy magic emanating from the stone below that made his magic recoil.
"Nor do I." Abraxas chimed in. "Care to be a bit more illuminating?"
"It will cost you Lord Le-Fay, the knowledge I have does not come cheap." Mikhail Zabini answered.
"The Le-Fay vineyard in France, the remaining shares are now yours, I want that information." Marvolo answered.
"Done, though I now understand why asking Abraxas grandson would not also give you this information. I'm surprised you have not had miss Parkinson or Greengrass spying on the boy with all honesty. It was after all the group study session you assigned them to that my info comes from. It seems that the Gryffindor know-it-all, Miss. Granger was pushing for them to complete the extra credit question."
"The question of "What house/s of the rank they had been assigned would ascend to the next tier first," but they never turned anything in?" Abraxas asked incredulously.
"Do you know the answer Abraxas, because before I spoke with my Blaise I didn't, though oddly enough your grandson did? Greengrass made the argument that it was an impossible question because of the unsaid requirements that were attached to the titles of Utmost. Not being sworn to an ancestral house chief among them. My Blaise commented that almost every house was sworn. When asked to name a house that was not sworn by Miss. Parkinson none, but Draco gave an answer, House Potter. House Potter fulfills the unnamed requirements of holding positions 'being named' in the king's courts. They also have terminated the contract they held with the house of EvanShade, as such all unsaid requirements are fulfilled."
"House Potter still requires 13 years with a pureblood heir or lord, for the generational count as Harry himself does not count he is a half-blood." Corvinus Lestrange snapped from behind them.
"I thought the same and told my son as such. He responded by telling me and I have confirmed it. Those laws were put into place by the ministries. The laws of ascension for the elder houses are governed by the laws of Albion who has no blood discrimination laws. So that even if Potter wasn't a pureblood his generation would count. Beyond that what if your yearage math is wrong it would not be the first time that that house hid its true age." At the echoing gasps around him and the quirked eyebrows of those with to much composure to gasp he paused before continuing. "I was surprised too but Blaise once again explained. Pansy said the same thing about Potters generation not counting because he was a half-blood, I don't think he meant to tell us but he said, 'not according to my inheritance test I'm not.' Potter's by his own admission inheritance test says he's not a half-blood, as his father had magic, he can't be a muggleborn, he must be a pureblood. Therefore, house Potter has achieved the required generations. Potter went on to say that 'If someone had left the investment vault alone, we would have achieved it at the beginning of the year.' If the Potter vaults were that close already, what would cashing in either sets of those notices do to the family vault?" Mikhail asked to a silent room.
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Nurmengard Prison, Austrian Alps, Austria
Grindelwald looked around at his gathered men with a smile. "Lord Le-Fay is a fool and has handed me my long desired victory at long last. With his return all I need do is wait for him to open the wards of Le-Fay Castle, or for the location of the old Potter Family seat in Italy to be revealed and I will have the last required key I need to open the twelfth seal and finally have enough power to claim the throne of Albion myself. Celebrate and spread the news my faithful, for in a week I shall leave this place, and leave nothing but ice, rubble and blood in my wake. But before we begin Alexandria Ivanoff, what is the boon you wish of me for the information you have brought me."
"I want the brat that stripped me of everything I have built over the past forty years, to be ground beneath our heel, I want him to suffer for want he has done, I want him to lose everything just as I have lost everything." Alexandria replied with a shark like grin.
"Shall I share with you what shall be your young nephews' fate once I am king of Albion Alexandria?" at her nod he leaned down and whispered all his plans for the house of Potter in her ear. Her cold laughter started the celebration. As the infectious laughter and joy surrounding the men and women grew, they celebrated with toasts and cheers, seeing once more their lords victory foretold in the skies, full of knowledge that his enemies knew nothing of his true plans, for who could tell the true plans of their master. After all, the only one who had known, hadn't even told his precious granddaughter before his death. What were the chances he had added it to a thing like the Potter grimoires chapter of secrets? A grimoire now held in the hands of one Haldris Potter.
