Meet the Rotters
HARRY POTTER: My protagonist is a developing deductive genius, master manipulator, and a people person which all translates to master of legilimency, or the art of controlling the outer world with your mind.
He however takes care to retain his innocence by slowing down his cognitive reasoning to an ordinary level most of the time.
is also a water elemental with the power to control half as much water as there is in a medium sized room, though he needs to touch the water somehow for now.
has good reflexes (which help in Quidditch, Dueling, Dodging, Sword fighting etc.)
is a very optimistic person,(which translates to bravery and his humour).
I quite sure these are all his abilities for now.
The Leaky Cauldron
31st July, 1987 7:15am
His Lord Grandfather had once told Jon when they'd come there for the first time...
"The Leaky Cauldron. In the 1850s, it was a dinghy old pub in the middle of London which served as the entrance to the Magical World's commercial centre in Diagon Alley.
Then a couple of marginally intellegent people (lets call them) Minotaur and Leadcaster Nigel, sat down to eat in it.
"This dinghy old pub is not suitable for the Ancient and Most Noble House of (Let's assume he said...) Crack. We Cracks want refined taste suiting our high standards."
"Say Leadcaster Crack aren't we the two most powerful people in Magical Critten? Can't we change this place?"
"The House of Crack doesn't waste its time on the ordinary and mundane Minotaur. Besides, this place is near Muggle London. And no one wants to enter this dinghy pub."
"Of course not. But that's what the Mist is for and just think of the returns for the investment, Lord Crack. If we rope in a few more Noble houses, say the Rotters, Wrongbottoms, Lace and Cerlice and ask some contributions from the commoners to contribute..."
"Yes, those Rotters and their (Let's assume he said...) FORKING Towns, and now all these people are saying that the Cracks are stingy, Cracks don't care for the good of the people... that'll show them."
"Are you sure, then?"
"Of course I'm FORKING sure. Have you looked at this beer. It tastes like chilled piss."
"Wait... What if someone takes a Leak in the beer Cauldron in there."
Lord Crack spat out his beer and soon the Leaky Cauldron 2.0 was created.
Harry Potter hurtled out of the Floo of the Leaky Cauldron and then face planted unto the floor. He picked himself up as Jon came out too.
"Where is she?" Harry asked in a hushed voice.
Jon shrugged.
"Jon! Harry!" Alexa was waving towards Jon and Harry from her table. It meant that she'd completed her role as the alibi. Harry waved back. This meant that they'd completed the heist and not been seen.
"Tom, the usual please!" Jon called out.
Harry meanwhile took a look round the place. there were hundreds of tables, 7 fireplaces, and about 30 elves serving the food and attending to the people. In the middle of the restaurant was the Leaking Cauldron, a Huge Cauldron that had forty spouts in it which would serve most of the drinks offered by the magical world.
It included the all-time favourite Butterbeer 1-5 a 1-5% alcohol containing drink as ordered and the firewhiskey a hard Alchohol containing drink along with fruit juices, and the English tea.
The rules for tabs were simple. All ministry workers paid with their salaries while the others could go into debts only as much as 20% of all the money they had paid.
The bartenders and waiters were generally Non Hogwarts Adults under 30 searching for jobs. The head of Staff was always called Tom to be easily accessible. There were
The Pub had Victorian décor and could serve 2100 people at the same time. 'The usual' was a magically computed order, based on your eating preferences observed.
The muggle entrance was a couple of double doors open day and night, while the entrance to Diagon Alley had been removed and about 20m of place existed between the two bar and the tables for any travellers.
The place was well lit too. Both Harry and Jon went to the restroom to wash up and get ready. Harry never spent too much time on his appearance just taking care to look presentable.
Jon however... "Mate, are you sure being Lucius Malfoy hasn't affected you? You've been staring at the mirror for more than a minute."
And quite heatedly too. And then Harry just knew what was wrong.
"You deserve Excalibur Jon, you really do. If I can earn Hedwig's companionship, an innocent person like you... And I've worked you hard too much. Take some time to rest."
Jon stopped staring and looking at Harry said, smiling, "You always know just what to say, don't you? Look at my ring Harry."
The Jet black band which served as the ring of House Black now had a small blood red ruby deep set in the middle of it.
"I've just completed one of the major duties of the House, Harry."
"And you get a ruby for robbing Excalibur? And I thought you were filthy rich."
"That's true. But this ruby means I'm an partially emancipated minor and the Black Lord. Aunt Andy's regency is over..."
"...and your Grandmother Walburga can't stake her claim on you!"
Jon smiled a small smile.
"It indeed gives me a chance to fight her. However, now I must assume the real duties of Lords Black."
"Which is?"
There was a horrible pause as the world waited with bated breath for whatever the hell Jon said.
"Wizengamot."
"FUCK! They'll eat you alive and spit you out! You're too good a person Jon, you'll need to be cruel."
"And I'll still have a magical gaurdian who'll have some measure of control over me. I may have some choice in choosing them however."
"Oh you're fucked! An adult controlling your life. There'll be rules. And you'll have to follow them."
Harry shivered in revulsion at the thought of the torture his friend was going to face.
"But come on out and let Alexa know of your misery too."
Alexa, by the time they reached back, had all the relevant rumours.
"A dragon has been trying to break out of Gringotts. Handlers are being called. Also Lucius and Draco ran from Gringotts. They're more surprised that they didn't run elegantly. You've erred boys."
"What to say Watson. It was kind of our Cinderella moment. A minute to 7:10 you know."
"Oh I do! I rushed to the restroom myself. Even saw the change happening, if you get what I'm saying."
Jon looked ready to vomit. Harry personally wanted blackmailing details. However, luckily for Jon, Harry was interested in other things.
"Anyway, Gringotts is Old news. It has been what 20 minutes already. What did you get for my birthday?"
And then she destroyed his day.
Harry began his rant, albeit in whispers.
"Jim Potter and his squib brother. The complete 7 book series!
That's blasIphemy!
That's Sacrilege!
That's the ultimate disrespect to the Legend of Perry Hatter.
I have pranked England. We've stolen from Gringotts. I've toppled governments. We've killed werewolves. I've destroyed Occlumency errors.
And this is what the world gives me.
And Chilled Butterbeer1!"
Chilled Butterbeer came out of a Cauldron spout. Harry drank the whole beer in seconds and made the ominous declaration, "I'm crashing my brother's birthday party. This will not be Toler— "
Then he fainted.
"Lightweight."
"Alexa he's seven. That's his first drink. And Besides that's the fatigue of climbing a dragon."
"FUCK! You've had some day, haven't ya?"
Jon just looked at his ring and said, "You don't know half of it, Lexi."
Potter Estate
Same time
Lady Lily Potter is crying, "I mean, its like we'll never be a family. ...Aah... He's also alone ...Yes there, right there... And no one to help him... Faster now ...No friends, no family... lost foreverrrrrrrrr, Harder now, More more more moooooo..."
In the last stages of arousal, Lily always goes silent. They ride out the high and then relax, entwined in the others arms, Lily's head on his chest. James' Golden Hand fondles his wife's assets. The hand, a dark magic artifact, works on the principle of absolute loyalty to the caster. And James Potter will forever be loyal to Lily Evans.
"You need not worry Lily. We know he's alive. The Potter magic knows. Besides, he's the same boy who blew up his relatives' house at the age of six. He can take care of himself, Lily."
Lily just nods tiredly. James knows she's trying, but the vanished Potter is something troubling the whole Magical World, since their family didn't quash the rumours of his death. And the mother who birthed him?
It just broke her heart again and again to not have her baby in her arms.
Upstairs
1 Hour later
James Potter Jr. AKA Jim, woke up in his huge 4 poster bed. He'd normally have slept longer but today was his birthday and he wanted to enjoy his birthday to the fullest.
The Sunlight streamef in through the windows and birds chirped and outside the Potter Estate's ground stretched for miles.
Today the rest of the Wizarding Britain, its colonies, and some other nations took the opportunity to thank Mother Magic for giving them the Miracle Potter, their savior.
Jim believed in gracing the world with his presence, so that they could shower him with gifts. He believed that all of them deserved the chance to bask in his shadow of his greatness. It was the least he could do for them.
"Missy!"
The Owned Elf appeared with a pop.
"Ready my clothes Elf. I want to look perfect today."
The Elf nodded and popped away to do its work.
Jim then walked to the full length mirror he'd asked for from his father, who'd immediately provided it.
He took a look at his face. The blood-red hair of his mother, the hazel eyes of his father, his cute body and soft features inherited from his mother. He was Perfection personified.
Behind him, Elf had brought his clothes. He smirked. They looked perfect.
He went into the bathroom and looking at the pre-prepared warm bubble bath, judged it appropriate.
"Bathers!"
3 elves appeared and scrubbed and cleaned up every part of his body, and his teeth, shampooing his hair until his skin shone. Then they toweled him off.
"Dressers!"
4 elves appeared and dressed him in an elaborate red and gold robe, a gift from the Scandinavian ministry.
Then he put on his Potter glasses(TM) and got ready for the Perfect Party.
Downstairs, his parents and their friends awaited in the kitchen. Initially, they used to shower him and only him with gifts. Last year, however, they'd decided to prepare 20 gifts, 10 gifts for him and 10 for his lost squib brother.
Jim had laughed in his room. As if a squib could ever compare to his greatness.
'Besides, all called him the Boy-who-died for me. Even if he's not dead he knows which of us is superior.'
He was however a bit irritated to see that they'd set aside 10 more presents for him. However, his father had got him all the things he'd asked for in his annual birthday list so he let it pass.
The room was well decorated but the birthday banner in the middle said 'Happy Birthday Jim and Harry!'
"Happy Birthday Jim!"
James and Lily, his parents, Sirius Black with his present girlfriend, Remus Lupin and many of the other old order waited for him.
They'd all just greeted him together.
This was the private Potter party. Even then as he found his best mates/sidekicks Ron and Ernie, and waved at them, he knew he'd have lots of fun.
Room 212, The Wandering Wizard
2 Hours later
Above the Leaky Cauldron, lies the 500 rooms of the the wondering wizard inn. Served by about 60 elves, it has excellent room service, personalised décor and can be booked quickly.
It is also where Harry Potter woke up when a bucketful of water fell on his face.
"Get up Pretty boy or we'll be late," came Alexa's voice, sweet with humor.
Others would protest on being woken by water. Others weren't Water Elementals.
"So did you hear what Jon's saying Watson?" Harry said jumping off the bed.
"Yeah I told her." Jon was lounging on the couch, applying dittany to some of his cuts.
"The most Jon can do is present a champion to contest Walburga's claim. But we don't know anyone who can crush that bug, Pollux."
"Yes, Pollux is an above average dueller. We need someone blood related to me, or someone who's really helped me before to come forward and prove their desire to get my custody, until I'm 14 atleast."
"Then he'll get the complete emancipation."
"Oh! What if said I've someone in mind?"
"Do you now?" Alexa asked. Shevwss shivering lightly at the intensity in Harry's eyes.
"Yes. Anyways we can always ask Sirius."
"Yeah. Now that I'm Lord Black... And who'll be my proxy."
"Well I had this idea..."
Harry's idea was insane, ridiculous and slightly based on a loophole.
It was quickly accepted.
"So, now that that's done can we get on to the Jim Potter Birthday Gala?"
The private Party had been fun. This Garden Gala, however was boring. Thousands of people both Lords and commoners had come to pay homage. They gave him thousands of gifts too. He'd just choose the best ones while the rest went to the Harry Potter Charitable Trust. It helped the villagers in Athena's Bequest be educated or enjoy life or something.
Then the people socialized with each other since this was the largest gathering of people in Britain or something.
The huge grounds of the Potters were perfect for this. Currently the Potters sat on a Dias, answering press questions in the entrance Hall, while others watched on.
He'd himself thanked the people. It was now his mother's turn to speak. He was just ignoring most words atleast until his brother's name came up. The people went silent. Lily had never spoken of Harry before.
"...And now we'd like to give you the wonderful news that our son Harry is not a squib!" Her voice was bittersweet, there were tears in her eyes.
'What!'
"...And that he's alive but he's run away from the place he was at..."
"What!" This time many, Jim included exclaimed aloud.
"And the Order tried to find him but he's my son and that 6 year old can take care of himself!" She was all out crying now. James was holding her from behind and slowly rocking her.
"And I pray to Mother Magic to give my son back to me."
"Hear, Hear!" The women were crying, reporters were scribbling away, and all the people were praying for another miracle.
It was his birthday and the people were praying for the squib!
And he as got up to protest—
And then the floo turned green and out flew
Harry FUCKING Potter in person, high into the air, and within gasps of awe and cheer by the people, he cannonballed directly into his brother, who didn't see him but had stood up on the desk to scold the people, and they'd crashed down the Dias and landed in front of the lords and reporters in a bundle of limbs.
Behind Harry, a woman let out a squeal of delight, jumped over the table and ran to hug him, to hold him, to never let go...
But Ernie Macmillan had seen a miracle and he wanted another.
So the boy screamed over the crowd, "And I pray to Mother Magic for the prettiest girl my age to appear for me."
And the floo turned green, as all, even the running Lily Potter and the Boys-who-fell-Down glanced back.
And out stepped beautiful Alexa Watson, the first crush of many boys and even some girls, dressed like an unachievable dream.
She glanced around and looked unimpressed at the gawking audience. Her eyes sought Harry and widened at his position.
"Boy, you're quick."
Ernie let out a whoop of delight.
And Walburga Black, though no one knew who invited that Bitch but who never missed a chance yelled, "And I pray to Mother Magic for the new Black of Storm Grey."
And out stepped Jon Black, the born Warrior Lord, dressed in his black leathers, ready for combat.
Some reporters had dropped their quills.
Finally, Sirius Black yelled the most important thing, priority wise.
"And I pray to Mother Magic for a Veela willing to fuck me."
And the noble House of Delacour stepped out... with their beautiful Grandmother, still quite sexy in her age.
"Are we late, Monsieur?" A young Fleur asked Jon, who was standing beside her.
Jon shrugged, "I came in a minute ago."
Fleur nodded gracefully.
Behind them Harry Potter had freed himself from his brother, raised two hands to quieten the audience and halt his parents' advance, a better observer than Ernie, a better opportunist than Walburga, and more unpredictable than Sirius, he yelled,
"And I pray to Mother Magic to cause even more chaos."
All waited with their breaths held.
And Mother Magic delivered for next stepped out 15 Aurors, armed to the teeth with 5 Warrior Goblins following them.
A Goblin stepped forward and yelled, "Lucius and Draco Malfoy, you're under arrest for robbing Gringotts."
People went numb with shock. Absolute silence.
Harry gracefully took a deep bow. People stared in wonder.
The chaos delivered, now turned to look at his birth family, completely calm in the disorder, at his shell shocked father, his softly crying mother and ...his redheaded twin brother.
"So you're my twin, huh? You should exercise some." Then glancing around he asked, "So, where's the cake? And FYI, I don't like chocolate flavor that much."