Chapter 2: Oaths and Results
"Correct Uncle Reggie, now any questions?" Harry asked with a very shit eating grin on his face.
Thankfully, the deathly quiet room was broken by Andromeda chuckling which caused everyone to start laughing. Which shortly turned into crying, almost everyone was soon openly sobbing. The only exclusions were Cygnus Greengrass and Appoline Delacour. Cygnus looked ready to murder someone and with everything that he just saw happen to his family he had good reason to. Appoline looked at Harry with pity, while her body showed signs of the transformation starting because of anger that she felt. For a royal Veela who has complete control over their transformations it was quite the sight.
Harry for his part just sat and felt empathy for the members in the room. Everything that they just witnessed was a lot to take in even if it was the condensed version. Harry was the one who lived through it and even he was surprised that he made it through all of that mentally sound. The first to speak up when everyone was starting to calm down was unsurprisingly Appoline. When she did everyone was surprised though to see white feathers lining her arms.
"'arry?" Appoline asked with so much sadness in her voice, contrasting to how she looked. Harry knew without a shadow of a doubt that he knew what she was going to say. He nodded to her morosely for her to continue to clue the rest of the room in. What she said though clue him in that she was digging not truly wanting to know the answer to her question.
"The Ritual that you preformed to come back in time was overly complex. But from what I could understand you essentially made a copy of who and everything that you are. Including your soul, memories, core and magical power, additionally all of the minor rituals you preformed on yourself. Then you brought them back inside that red crystal and merged it into your younger self. Is that true? I am specifically asking about all of the rituals you preformed in your last life, they all came back with you?"
"It is Maman, and I have a feeling that I know what you are going to ask. But go ahead and ask so that way you can clue everyone else in." Harry responded back with a resigned tone of voice.
"In the case none of the rest of you recognized or knew the significance of it. The ritual that Harry and the girls preformed on their wedding days was a very old and powerful Marriage Ritual. It is an Ancient ritual designed by the Veela. It is designed with two purposes in mind. The first part of the ritual was designed so that way if someone was marring a Veela it tested their love for one another it see if they truly were marrying for love or just because the woman was a Veela. If they both passed the first stage it moved onto the second stage which was enhancing the non-Veela so that way the bride would always be satisfied and never go looking for extramarital aide. The saying that Veela are never satisfied is an accurate statement depending on the groom. The final stage of the ritual is what I am most interested in knowing if 'arry here came back in time with the ritual still affecting him.
If it is then all I feel is sadness for the pain he went through and is likely still going through. We all know the marriages in the magical world are usually permanent unless there is a clause in the marriage contract that allows for an annulment if a clause is broken. The ritual they used since it the love was accepted is binding along with the enhancements. It is in essence an exchange of souls. Not like a Horcrux based in hate and greed that we saw Voldemort have but because of the basis in love for the exchange. What they did was essentially take a very small portion of their soul and share it with their partner. It would have created a connection so that way the two people who were married always had something like a presence in the mind of the other with the one they married.
I'm sure all of us here at one point in our lifetimes has heard of the myth of a marriage so profound and preformed by Mother Magic herself that it creates a Soul-bond. Soul-bonded Marriages are even listed in the law books of every country on the planet, in case one is ever seen again in the modern age. This ritual that only the Veela still have records of is the Soul Bond marriage ritual. We Veela created it and it was abused and twisted for centuries by outsiders until it was lost to time.
Why I feel sadness and more importantly my 'eart feels like it is in physical pain. Is that 'arry felt the exact moment both of the girls died. It would have felt like he made a Horcrux in that moment, because he quite literally lost a piece of his soul. But instead of a moment of pain like the creator of an Horcrux he would be constantly feeling that pain. Even now he feels that pain, since he came back in time with a piece of mine, and the Greengrass's, daughter's soul. Since we have heard nothing or seen a change in our daughters he has not opened up that connection even once since he has come back. The amount of pain that he must be experiencing even now would break a normal man, and want him to just end him self to stop the pain."
The look of both anger and pity on her face was now mirrored on every adults face in the room, even Tom's since her pulled down his hood. Sebastian and Cygnus the two men he feared knowing that their daughters were already married before they were even ten were also showing signs of pity and sadness. He just hoped that they knew what it meant, because if their wives approved then he was going to let the connection establish once again.
"Harry, why are you putting yourself through that level of pain? Why not just let the connection reform and stop the pain?" Sophia asked while looking like she was nearly about to cry once again.
"Honestly, I'm used to it at this point." Harry said briefly glancing down in shame. Before shaking his head and continuing. "To everyone here, even if you watched my memories. To you it has truly just been what fifteen minutes or so since you saw what I've been through and experienced. I've felt this pain for going on nearly ninety years since I lost Daphne and well over a hundred since I lost Fleur. Additionally, what I am about to do with everyone here present. It would cause them as much pain as I am about to experience because of the feedback. Finally, why I do not want to establish the bond yet is because I do not want the in any way connected to or recognized by the Potter family. I went through that pain once and do not. Under any circumstance want to go through that again."
That final comment caused Sebastian, Amelia and Marline to push away from the table and stomp away in a rage. Many at the table showed outrage at the reminder of the Potter's and that family's actions. It took several minutes before the ladies had enough presence of mind to calm down enough to rejoin those sitting at the table. Sebastian was still raging in his head while walking around the table. Cygnus decided that it was a good time to make one of his bad jokes.
"I agree with him, pardon my French." Causing a rather subdued round of chuckles at his poor taste of words. But it reluctantly caused Sebastian to calm down enough to walk back to his seat. He did not sit but stood warily behind his chair. Cygnus then decided to be the one to speak. "Pardon myself once again, but fuck that family Harry. I am truly sorry that he is your father. I mean Lily is just a bad person period but James is a despicable human being, and the son he raised was just as bad. He stole your children and killed two of them. You could literally do nothing about it once he stole the Peverell family ring legally and probably bond you with family magics so you could not stop him." Cygnus finished leadingly for Harry to pick up the slack.
"Honestly looking back on it. I am more powerful that both my father and brother. My mother was a nonentity at that point I should have easily been able to destroy them but the thought never truly crossed my mind. So he probably did bind me by the family magics from stopping or harming him." Harry finished with a thoughtful look on his face. It was then Sebastian took over the conversation.
"It was rewarding to eventually see their allies turn on them but finding out that he essentially toyed with my grandchild until she died makes me want to go and murder them now before he is able to ever do something like that again. I was going to raise my children looking up to the Boy-Who-Lived as a role model. To not only find out that you are the one that stopped Voldemort the first time. You're the only reason he was stopped the second time even with Junior only stepping in at the last minute. But to also find out that the man and his father are pedophiles is going to far." Sebastian had to stop talking as everyone could clearly see that he was reliving the memories he just witnessed. It was Amelia this time that picked up the slack in the conversation to keep the ball rolling.
"I'm assuming, Harry, that you are planning on doing something about your connection to the Potter family. That way something like what happened last time can not happen this time around. And that are to be witnesses for the ceremony so that way Magic will here your plea and acknowledge your request." She finished while looking absolutely giddy at the thought of Harry permanently breaking free of the Potters. They had truly lost all respect of everyone in this room.
"Well, I am planning on completely expelling any and all blood ties I have with James and Lily Potter, but I am planning on doing much more than that today. It is the other things I have planned that I need everyone here for. You know besides asking for allies against the possible future we are all facing." Harry then stopped to take a deep breath. Clueing everyone in that he was formulating how to word his next few sentences.
"My first point of business to is to pay back my Godfather for his actions against me. Both in the previous lifetime and kicking me through an open floo connection with no set destination a few months ago. I am hoping by doing so that it will cause an imbalance in the Black family magic. Enough of one that Regulus could claim the Head of House position while Sirius is reeling in pain. And since Sirius hasn't married Emmeline yet that Marline could be able to claim the Lady Black position further pulling the Black family magics away from Sirius. I truly liked little Andy, but her father is a horrible person." A few chuckles escaped the more cynical members around the table, including Sebastian who finally calmed down enough to take his seat.
"After Sirius is taken care of, I am going to reject my parents and their blood. Hopefully I will be able to claim the Peverell family magics with the Potter blood no longer polluting the magic. I will also attempt to claim another family. My biological mother was a descendant of Slytherin. Mom here…" Harry said while pointing at Augusta. "Blood adopted me into the Rosier family, but more important she magically adopted me into the Longbottom family. Added to the fact that I have a small piece of Daphne's soul in me I also magically have a connection to the Greengrass family. All three families Slytherin, Longbottom and Greengrass are branch houses of the Royal house of Le Fey. So, I'm hoping to be able to claim that house as well since it is technically still alive just with out a head of house. Hopefully with the help of lady Magic I will be able to. But before any of that I actually had one more rite I wanted to do if Lilith would be willing." Harry finished while looking right at the immortal Metamorphmagus. She was still crying softly from the memories that Harry shared, something he had just noticed. She lifted her head to look at him and nodded to him for Harry to ask his piece.
"May you, Lilith Grim, Progenitor of the Royal House of Grim blood adopt me into your house as your younger brother. You were the first true family after my wives died that I felt any true connection to. I wish to have that bond recognized but only if you are willing to. I neither want nor covet the head of house title and responsibilities, but I love you like a sister and I would like to have that recognized by blood and magic officially." Lilith the rose from her seat. She walked gracefully from the opposite side of the table and around to where Harry was sitting at his chair.
After she reached Harry she reached out her hand and lifted him out of his chair. She placed him on the stone table so that way with his young body and small body was eye level with the rather tall older woman. Lilith then used her abilities to shift one of her fingernails into a jagged piece of stone and cut the inside of her right arm with it. She then lightly reached out and grabbed his right wrist to hold it out for what she wanted to do. While looking into his eyes, she cut the inside of his right arm with her nail and pressed her bleeding right arm to his open wound. Using a bit of her wandless magic repertoire she then banished at least a liter of her blood into his bleeding wound only after she felt her blood properly take inside his body she spoke.
"Harry James Potter. I, Lilith Grim the Progenitor of the House of Grim, willing and without any coercion either by mundane or magical methods or means. Do hereby by use my Blood and Magic to officially adopt you as my younger brother and claim you into the Royal and Exalted House of Grim. I grant you the honor to wear the name Grim with pride. I grant you the honor of being an auxiliary member of the main line of the House of Grim. I swear on my blood, life and magic to claim you no and until the end of your days to being a member of the house of Grim with no way of taking back my claim. There are three requirements to being a member of my house if you're willing to join. The first is for you to be willing to listen to your elder sister and head of house in matters concerning the house of Grim. The second is for you to be a willing and able advisor to the members of your house be sharing your knowledge and expertise. Finally I give you the task should you accept with helping to revive the Royal house of Grim by taking a wife to bare the name Grim and provided new members into the house." Harry was nodding along to everything she was saying with a wide happy grin plastered on his face. When he went to speak Lilith mouthed the word Enochian to him, to which Harry nodded.
"I, Harry James Potter, do hereby accept this blood and magical adoption into the House of Grim. Along with the requirements to join, I accept them in the manner in which they were stated to me. I, Harry James Potter swear on my life, magic, and the blood in which we share to uphold the traditions, honor and responsibilities of the House of Grim, regardless of the name in which I wear. So, I swear, so mote it be." Harry finished the ritualistic chant in Enochian.
"On my Magic and our Blood, so I swear so mote it be." Lilith then finished the chant in Enochian. The following flash of gold light blinded everyone in the room from the intensity of the glow.
After the light died down several seconds later everyone at the table looked towards the pair to see that Lilith was sitting down in Harry's chair. Harry sitting was sitting in her lap panting from the influx of magic. Both were obviously recovering from the binding blood adoption that they just preformed. Harry was also prepping himself for the massive amount of pain that he was about to experience when he rejected the very blood that ran through his veins. While he was mentally preparing Algernon spoke the question on everyone's mind.
"Lilith what language was that? All I heard come from you two at the end sounded like musical notes."
"Remember the time Harry and I were sitting on the cliff just staring into each other eyes while in the pensieve. And every twenty minutes or so I was listing of names of languages." Lilith asked to everyone that was in the pensieve. At everyone nodding to her question she continued.
"That was Enochian, the very first language used for magic and/or spells in the world. It was so beautiful that the mundanes assumed that it was the language used by the angels of Heaven. Lady Magic herself created that language, so anything you say using the language is powerful and binding. It is not a pledge or plea to your magic, using Enochian like that is to beseech Lady Magic herself. If we used another less magically powerful language, then Harry here would be seen as just adopted into my family. Using this language magic herself would recognize Harry as if he was born from my parents him-self just like I was. Considering that he was wrong with my age and that I am almost fifteen millennia old, that is saying how truly powerful using Enochian for a simple ritual like this is. On top of the power, Enochian is not meant to be spoken by us mortals. So speaking in the language takes massive amounts of magic to even speak the words, and causes physical pain from the strain of forcing your vocal cords to speak in the language."
Regulus once again added a moment of levity to the overly serious room of adults. "Well Damn."
The responding round of chuckles brought about from his statement brought Harry out of introspection. He then nodded to Lilith, herself being the only one in the room who truly realized how much pain that Harry was about to put himself through. Having seen someone attempt it before. They could not even finish the pledge due to the pain.
Standing up Harry then walked into the corner of the room, behind where he was sitting. To where he prepared a ritual circle, it was a basic perfect circle with a seven pointed star. It was enough to allow him to be connected to the world's magic but not specific enough for his pledge to be specified to something specific. He had prepared it this morning to save time during the actual meeting.
"Uncle Reggie, Marline if you two could prepare yourselves. Your plea to the black family magics should wait around thirty seconds after I finish. The Black family magics should be in utter turmoil due to me essentially attacking the head of house magically. You should take that chance to strike and claim the family magics for yourselves. If it does not work, oh well, but if it does then we have one more card to stack against our enemies. I definitely will not be able to manage this level of pain a second time so I will not wait long to continue my pleas. I will only wait around a minute. If I start speaking or most probably screaming just finish your oaths and do you best to ignore me."
After receiving a chorus of yeses from around the table Harry then started looking inwards and preparing himself for what he was about to do. Pointedly ignoring the tears welling up in Augusta's, Appoline's, and Lilith's eyes knowing what he was about to do would not hurt as much the later oaths he started.
"I Harry James Potter, do herby claim remuneration due to the neglect, malicious verbal and emotional abuse, the intentional harm and monetary and familia theft. In both this timeline and the former timeline if I never came back in time then these crimes would have happened anyway. I claim my due of one Sirius Orion Black, Head and Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble house of Black. As both a child of the house of Black through my Paternal Grandmother and as a godchild by both oath and ritual I claim my due. I CLAIM MY DUE LADY MAGIC, SO I SAY, SO I SWEAR, SO MOTE IT BE." Harry had a feeling to end the plea in the Enochian would allow Magic to hear him as clearly as possible. By yelling it in Enochian he would later realize just the level of power he was invoking in a plea that would have gotten her attention regardless.
Harry along with everyone else in the room felt a presence enter and settle in the room. Not the near sentient feeling of highly magical sites induce but an actual feeling of someone else entering into the room. Though this one was so alien to their senses that they all felt as though the Lady Herself was there and judging his plea. She was in fact and in English, so they all could hear, she responded through presence she invoked by her attention.
"No need to yell my child, though I thank for making such a plea in the language of my birth. It was so rare even in the far past that one has spoken in the language of my parents. Only my siblings and myself still use it anymore. You have all of our attention but since you called for me here I am. Before I declare my decision, I am going to inform you. I know where you are going with this and I approve. I will keep my sight attuned to this room to hear all your pleas, in the manner in which they were given.
In response to your first plea, my child, I also find your head of house and sworn godfather wanting. I will spare your godmother due to the situation that she unfortunately finds herself in. Please cure her as soon as possible you will need her in the days to come. My decision is that you shall be rid of the oaths binding you to one Sirius Orion Black, furthermore I declare that you shall receive half of his magical core that I granted him with in recompense.
I would give you all of his access to the Black family magic as well but seeing as you are a now a member to the house of Grim. The house who claims a higher level of status over the house of Black magics, I will leave his Familia magic to the next head of the family. Make your oath now child of Black." Regulus sat there stunned until Marline elbowed him in the side snapping him out of his trance. Harry was glad, as he watched Regulus stand up, that he warned Marline earlier about Regulus's lack of situational awareness. Right as Regulus went to speak Harry fell to his knees in pain, no matter how big his core was Sirius was still a Mage level Magical. As much as he wanted to scream, he did not want to interrupt Regulus.
"I, Regulus Arcturus Black, heir apparent of the House of Black. Do herby claim the Headship and Lordship of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. I swear upon my blood, life, and magic to uphold the traditions, honor and loyalty of the House of Black. I furthermore swear on my honor to uphold the family motto of Toujours Pur. As the Head of the House of Black I swear to be always pure of my honor and loyalty. I swear that the House of Black remains firm in our vassalage to the Royal and Exalted House of Grim, never wavering, never doubting. So, I swear, so mote it be."
Regulus stood there for a moment before a flash of black flame covered his right hand and right there on his middle ring sat the head of house ring. Then another flash of black flame covered his body for a spilt second, before he slumped back into his chair in a state of shock again. Though this time was most likely due to the information flooding into his mind from the ring. No one in the room felt it was due to the influx of black family magic. He would not notice that until he tried casting a blood locked spell.
Harry regained his ability to stand right as Marline stood to recite her oath to the family and magic. Harry felt with the Lady Herself casting her focus on this room so that she would be able to hear her oath, but to make sure she also noticed what he said he chanted the next plea fully in Enochian.
"I, Harry James Potter, do hereby reject the blood, magic, and traditions of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. I hereby reject on the claims not of selfishness or of gain. But on the claims the house that I was raised to be a part of. The House I was meant to honor by my paternal grandfather, is not the house that my father is turning the house into. I will not be part of a house that chases glory and disregards our honor. I will not be apart of a house that follows a dark lord that demands a separation from ideals of Lady Magic and spits on our Loyalty. I, Harry James Potter, do herby reject the blood and life that was gifted to me by my biological father James Charles Potter. So, I say, so mote it be." Harry felt this plea take effect immediately unlike the former plea that waited for The Lady's decision. It may be due to the pain, but Harry felt almost as if while the blood and magic of the Potters was leaving him the magic in the room happy at the result.
Harry was just thankful that he remembered to specifically reject his father and the name of current potter family not the entire Potter bloodline. That way he did not lose his connection to his ancestors that were also Potters. The heir ring that he wore because his father had not yet disinherited him yet burned to a crisp is a flash of golden flames. He could not hold back the screams this time around as he felt his whole-body burn.
To the rest of the room, they just watched as Marline gained the ladyship ring. Then she was fully accepted into the black family with a flash of black flame. It covered her whole body as Harry started screaming. Both of the new Black family heads were out of it, going through the new information provided by the rings.
The rest of the room turned and watched as Harry was quite literally smoking. The blood of his biological father was being burned out of him. Only Lilith truly was able understood what he had said and done. That he had was going to cause the magic in the room to completely take everything that was in him, given to him by James Potter. He had rejected, completely, everything his father was and is.
They all watched as he lost several kilos in weight. His midnight black hair gained a red hue. He actually gained at least an inch in height making his eight-year-old body looking more like a ten-year-old. In only a minute or two the nearby adults watched as the smoking stopped and Harry stood up mechanically like a doll. Though his eyes held a determination that none of the adult felt they could emulate.
"I, Harry Evens, as a bastard child of the minor house of Evens, do herby reject the blood of the Minor House of Evens. I do not reject the Evens bloodline due to blood purity or of pettiness. I reject the Evens bloodline due to the negligence and hatred that my Mother Lily Rose Evens showed me as a member of her family. Something in the past and into the future I will never expose my own children to. I, Harry Evens, do hereby reject the blood and life that was given to me by my biological mother Lily Rose Evens. So, I say, so mote it be." Harry did not even scream this time. He just fell to his knees and whimpered. The nearby adults just watched as Harry body smoked again, this time he only burned for a few seconds burning through the little amount of evens family blood in his body.
Lilith could not even watch Harry anymore after she heard that whimper. The rest of the coherent adults watched as he gained another inch in height. He lost what little tan he had and furthermore lost another few kilos in weight. He was looking more skin and bones, after the burning stopped, like a malnourished starving child of eleven years than the fit and healthy eight-year-old he was a few minutes prior.
Standing once again with a fire in his now coal black eyes, Harry stood to the astonishment of the adults. No one in the room, not even Ragnock thought they would have been able to find the strength to stand ever again after that level of pain. Saying the next chant in English, Harry feeling as though his vocal cords would not be able to manage the strain of speaking in Enochian.
"I, Harry of no notable name or house do hereby claim the headship and royal title of Prince of the royal house of Peverell and of the royal house of Le Fey.
I, Harry, hereby claim the headship of the royal and exalted house of Peverell. I swear to uphold the honor, loyalty, and traditions of the house the birthed the first Necromancers. I as the head of the House Peverell swear loyalty to the entity and concept known as the Lady Death. I as the Liege lord of the Royal and Exalted house of Peverell due hereby swear on my magic and life to uphold the ancient treaties to protect the houses that claim vassalage. The only surviving house, to my knowledge, being the Ancient and Noble House of Bones. Their enemies are my enemies, their debts are my debts, their triumphs are my triumphs, my allies are their allies, my gold is their gold, my success is their success. Lady Death furthermore as a child of your line, I beseech you to grant me a given name. So that I may walk tall under your guidance and spread your influence under your name. I furthermore due to a marriage of the souls hereby name Fleur Peverell neé Delacour the Lady of the house you grace your Patronage to. I beseech you of your blessing Lady Death. Just like you did in times of old, my lady."
Harry took a long breath to manage the pain of speaking in Enochian, while trying to ready himself to make his next claim. He had to do a double take because it got extremely hard to breath suddenly. A second alien presence settled in the room. Neither of the presences said anything but everyone could feel the serious nature, finally, of what Harry was attempting to do. Even if the did not fully realize what that was.
Excluding Lilith, Ragnock, and Algernon the rest of the adults just realized how old and powerful the families that Harry was attempting to bring back into the fold. He was not just revving a dead house but revitalizing them and breathing new life. By asking for the Patronage once again of a concept, like in times of old. That only the first thirteen houses could even ask for, from the thirteen concepts. Everyone gasped as they realized that this was one of the very first rituals ever preformed on the planet, maybe even in existence.
"I hereby claim the headship of the royal and exalted house of Le Fey. I swear to uphold the honor, loyalty, and traditions of the house the birthed the first Warmages. I as the head of the House of Le Fey swear loyalty to the entity and concept know as Lady Magic. I as the Liege lord of the Royal and Exalted house of Le Fey due hereby swear on my Blood, Life and Magic to uphold the ancient treaties and the branching of the bloodlines. To always protect the houses that are branches of my own, and those that claim vassalage of my house. The branch families of my house that have survived while the main family was inactive, to the best of my knowledge, are the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Longbottom, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, and the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin.
The only surviving vassal house of Le Fey, to the best of my knowledge, being the Ancient and Noble House of Rosier. Their enemies are my enemies, their debts are my debts, their triumphs are my triumphs, my allies are their allies, my gold is their gold, my success is their success. Lady Magic furthermore as a child of your line I beseech you to grant me an honored given name. So that I may walk strong under your guidance and spread your influence and might under your name. I furthermore due to a marriage of the souls hereby name Daphne Le Fey neé Greengrass the Lady of the house you grace your Patronage to. I beseech you of your blessing Lady Magic, just like you did in times of old my lady."
Harry following the last chant in Enochian felt his vocal cords finally rupture. He started to cough of blood all over the front of his clothes and body. He then fell onto his back, struggling to breath through all the blood clogging up his airway and mouth. Lilith being the only one who could stand up in the presence of the concepts. She stood and stumbled over to Harry but was forced back at by the ritual circle flaring black and purple flames protecting him from her.
"Child, I suggest that you don't try that again. The only reason I do not claim your soul for that slight is because I can feel my eldest bother's presence on you, Childe of Life. Sister do you hear and agree with this child's claim."
"I do Death, let him reach the edge like those of old. We will bring him back together stronger than before."
"Are you sure sister. We have never blessed the same line before let alone the same child."
"Sister, if you did not agree with me, you would not have allowed his little jump through our sister's realm. You would have claimed his soul during that ritual. I know you help modify it at the last moment to help him come back."
"I approve of the boy and was going to make him my champion. I approve of his quest and would have granted him as much power as I am able. I was not expecting him to know, let alone claim your lineage. My worries are not of blessing the child, but that you are much stronger than me and my domain. I was not sure if he would be able to survive the accension that our blessings would invoke."
"I plan to remake his magical core to oversee the strain of the additional power, as you already planned remake and remold his soul to handle the influx of power. I will beseech our eldest brother to remake his physical body to contain the power and to survive to the culmination of his plans. We all took a peek into his head and approved of the direction in which he is planning on taking the world. He has the determination and means to change the world. Let us make his journey a little easier.
None of us could have predicted him asking the eldest child to adopt him in the old rites. He decided to ask on a whim and she granted the request due to his actions in the original timeline. The one that we all found lacking in the outcome. Fate especially was and is not happy that someone is messing around in her domain creating false prophecies. You know how she prides herself on her unsolvable puzzles.
Regardless their decision to bring him into Life's line allows us to call on our eldest brother to help us, we are keeping to the old laws and having the lines of the three most powerful domains in one child will not upset the balance as long as he separates them for the next generation. Additionally, the abominable gem grafted into his chest falls into all three of our domains. It is a creation of pure magic, it affects reality with its existence, it was made with the death of millions, and it radiates unfiltered life that which they should have lived. It allows the three of us to pay attention and focus on the child. Something you should be doing sister, pay attention. He is about the reach the edge of your domain."
None of the adults still sitting at the table could lift their heads from where the fell as the concepts began conversing with each other. Their sheer overwhelming power just by bringing their attention to the room could be physically felt by all. Only Lilith using her centuries of life for experience was able to manage even being able to sit on her feet at the edge of the ritual circle. Instead of lying on her back from the pressure. And only she would be able to understand what was about to happen. Not even Harry fully aware of what was happening around him understood exactly what the two concepts were saying.
Then Harry drew his last breath as Harry no name he lost conscience during the next segment of the ritual he invoked. Though the memory was saved in his subconscious, so he was able to understand the basics. Lilith watch as three figure appeared in the ritual circle. As they arrived in a near physical form all the adults in the room bar Lilith passed out from the pressure they excluded.
Not one of the three had a distinct form physical form. All Lilith could make out was a vaguely male form made of a white energy standing on Harry's left side with his arms outstretched. On his right side was a vaguely feminine form standing there made of a black energy, her hands primly placed behind her back as if Harry should be happy with her even making an appearance. Though Lilith could see the figure shaking as if worried about something. By his head there was a much larger feminine form, she was much more defined then the other two, made out of a condensed green energy. She stood tall and strong like a goddess depicted by the ancients looking down on Harry as a mother would. As Harry let out his very last breath of this life, his body was smothered and obscured by a flame made of many assorted colors. Many she did not even know existed. There ended up being so many colors, that it was iridescent like a kaleidoscope to Lilith's eyes.
"Rise Childe of Life, Brother of Grim, Revitalize this World, Protect Life. I, Grant you breath, the ability to live, a body that you will walk this World with. Bring Life with you, were ever you go."
"Rise Childe of Death, Descendant of the First Peverell and Progenitor of the revitalization of my line, Cull this World, Grant Death. I, Grant you your Soul, the ability to decide your Death, to be no one's servant, and the ability to experience this World's great Wonders and Faults to their fullest. Bring the truth of Death, were ever you go."
"Rise Childe of The First Mother, Childe of Magic and Reality, Le Fey was not the name of my line, which was lost in the domain of my sister, but for you I grant you the Title of Le Fey, the Progenitor of my line. I grant you your core, the ability to use MY energy, the ability to affect the Reality of this world and change it as you will it.
I have never before granted anyone, this privilege, but I also grant you the ability to see magic and myself in it's truest form. Use it well my childe, first of my line. Bring the wonders of magic, shape reality, were ever you may go."
"You asked for me to Bless you with a given name my child. I happen to prefer your name as it is, but if you wish for a revitalization. Then my child Your Given name will be Harrison. Wear it with pride childe of Death."
"You asked me to bless you with an honored Given name, one that would honor an ancestor. I hereby grant you the Honored Given name of Sumuel, that is the name I granted my first line with. Wear my blessed name with pride, childe of The Mother."
With Lady Magic's last words, the swirl of flames and the three figures disappeared. With their departure the other adults in the room slowly woke up and Lilith was able to move again. Lilith then groggily and gingerly got to her feet. She looked down upon the new form of Harrison Samuel Peverell-Le Fey, child of the house of Grim.
The emaciated form of an eleven-year-old boy that he had previously. Was replaced with an extremely fit form of a nine-ish looking boy, even if he was physically only eight. His hair was shoulder length and a whitish silver color as if swirled from Mithril. All he had on his body was a white loincloth, showing off muscles an eight-year-old should not have. On his middle fingers on either hand were two rings. The one on his left hand was made from a metal that seemed to drown all the surrounding light, it hand on it the family crest of the Peverell's. Which from Lilith's vast stores of knowledge was a crest written in an Enochian rune, the rune for Death. On right hand was a ring made from a metal that Lilith could not identify, as it was a pale green color that seemed to be marbled with mithril. The crest was of a living flame, constantly in motion with the same kaleidoscope of color that surrounded Harrison's body from before.
Harrison then slowly opened his eyes and Lilith could not help the gasp that escaped her lips. His eyes were a beautiful contrast of a deep royal purple and a bright emerald green. The outer ring was purple that had veins leading into his pupil, surrounding his pupil was a line of green that had veins leading out to his sclera. His sclera was not an off-white cream color like every other human she had ever seen. No, his were a beautiful silverish color, which reminded her of the Drow when they walked the surface. The silver was a color that made his beautiful coloring come alive even more than they already were.
"Well, that hurt." That was his eloquent reply to the mind-boggling ritual he just invoked and survived.
Lilith could not help but laugh at his levity of the situation. Lilith could not stop her laughter, even if she tried, as she reached out her hand to help him up. Once he got to his feet, he gave the woman a blindingly happy lopsided grin. She more so than anyone else alive was family, and as of now had the closet blood ties to. He reached forward and pulled her into a strong hug. The shudder of tiredness that passed through his body had him lifted off the ground by Lilith and carried over to their seat.
He had to wiggle out of her grip when he remembered the next thing he had to do. He had promised retribution multiple times over to his former family and it was time for the first step. The newly dubbed Harrison stumbled back over to the ritual circle much to the confusion of the barley awake adults. Lilith looked at him questioningly to which all he did was lift up his left hand and showed her the Peverell head of house ring. Which sparked a look of realization in her eyes.
"I, Harrison Sumuel Peverell-Ley Fey, head of the Royal and Exalted House of Peverell do hereby cast out James Charles Potter and any of his progeny from the lines of succession and of the bloodlines of the Peverell family. I, furthermore, call back to my Family vaults any and all artifacts and family items that belong to the Peverell Familia. So, I say, so mote it be."
This plea thankfully did nothing to Harrison but everyone in the room watching him knew that James would be in a world of pain right now. Since the Potter's were built off the backs of the Peverell family and did not in fact have much if at all their own brand of family magic. After the Peverell ring gave off gave off a flash of black light, Harrison then dropped his left hand, raised his right hand and intoned.
"I, Harrison Sumuel Peverell-Le Fey head of the Royal and Exalted House of Le Fey do hereby cast out Lily Rose Potter neé Evens. Along with any of her progeny from the lines of succession and of the bloodlines of the Le Fey family. I, furthermore, call back to the Family vaults any and all artifacts and family items belonging to the Le Fey Familia. So, I say, so mote it be."
Harrison then dropped his right hand after it flashed green. While moving back towards his chair at the table he had the idle thought of that he could not help but want to be a fly on the wall at Potter Manor right now. He took his apparently new designated seat in Lilith's lap, not knowing that every member sitting around the table had the same idle thought. Though thanks to Amelia, that would be a wish granted. Thanks to her niece currently attending James Jr's fourth birthday party. They may not be able to see it for a few years but one day she would bring it up and Amelia would snag a copy of that memory. She would then show it to her Allies so they could all have a good chuckle about the results of today's events. The meeting finally got underway after all the unpleasantness was over
J – T
(Earlier at Potter Manor)
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in a chair sipping from a tumbler of fire whiskey. While he was watching his closest allies of the light celebrate the birthday of the boy-who-lived. He was lamenting that the infernal Longbottom woman would not let her grandson attend the party. Citing she did not want him to grow a big head or ego like it appeared that James Jr was starting to exhibit. Albus had to scoff at that notion. They are children, and they are supposed to be egotistical until they stumble and learn humility. Hopefully at the direction of himself so he could put them on the proper path. It would do no good creating a weapon and then not having it under his control.
Though while he was slowly becoming inebriated, he could not stop the errant wish that he was back in his castle. Behind that portrait that hides his private bedroom, so he could spend the night with Gellert. It had been a while since they last had a romantic evening. Just the two of them without any distractions or disruptions.
A burst of screams coming from the main sitting room caused Albus to jump to his feet and draw his wand. Other members of the Order did the same and were looking for the enemy cursing the child. After not seeing a Death Eater after scanning the surroundings. Albus then lowered the elder wand but did not holster it, just in case. Albus then moved closer to the source of the screams. What he found shocked him, as well as making him pale.
Sirius Black was lying flat on his back seizing on the ground. It looked like something was being ripped from him and in Albus's vast experience he could recognize the signs of backlash of an oath being violated. Sirius's body was smoking, and his hair was greying at an accelerated rate. It looked as if he was being hit with a Cruciatus. That was until his body started emitting a dark grey light. Right as the light appeared as if it was going to hit its zenith it died out.
Albus was blinking the spots out of his sight, he missed the flash of black flames that briefly covered Sirius's body. Thought he did not miss the flame the covered his right hand. Albus then knelt next to the man and started running diagnostic scans on the whimpering man. The results that came back confirmed what he expected but there was an additional ping that came back that did not match what he expected to happen. He ran the scan two more times to confirm his findings and it came back negative two more time.
James Sr. knelt on the other side of the whimpering mess of a man, he was trying to check over the man as well. Albus then grabbed the man's right hand and saw what his scans confirmed. His head of house ring was missing. Burned right off his finger, which would only happen is he betrayed the family…
Albus finally realized what he had forgotten in his haste to bring the Potter family fully into the light away from any corrupting elements.
"Headmaster what happened to him? Oh, Merlin what happened to his hand? Wait, what happened to his head of house ring? Headmaster what happened? Why are you so pale?" James asked question after question that Albus was unable to stop while his mind raced with multiple scenarios off his fears running through his alcohol influenced mind.
Albus will forever deny the fact he stuttered but his blind oversight could be laid at the feet of the blame. "Ja-James, where is Harry?"
James face immediately scrunched up in disgust.
"Harry who Headmaster?" James said with such venom that is Albus was a lesser man he would have flinched back as if in disgust. And in full view of his Allies and the members of the Order. Albus lost his grandfatherly persona for the first time truly. Showing just who he really was, a man you did not want as your enemy.
"Your son James, don't give that crap. The son who Sirius was the godfather of by oath and ritual." James looking now suitably cowed due to the bite that Albus spoke with.
"I kicked him out of the house months ago. Threw his arse through an open flu connection without a set destination. If the flu did not kill him having no home or shelter would have. I am glad I did, I only need one son anyways. I have James Jr. I don't need a squib to ruin the Potter Family good name and standing." Albus sighed and rubbed his temple while getting to his feet. Pacing around the family room of the Potter Manor Albus could feel his temper rising.
"James was Sirius present and watched you do this?"
"Yeah, he was the one that physically kicked him through the flu after I opened the network." Albus was barley containing his fury at the man.
"Did you stricken him from the family formally before you attempted kill the heir to the family. Or did you just boast about it." The tone of disapproval made James look down in shame.
"I was not able to, my father locked him in as heir. Removing myself and Junior from the right of succession while he still lived. On his fourteen birthday he would have been made the head of house, and at seventeen he would have been made Lord Peverell. Completely bypassing myself and Jr. all we would have had was the measly Lord Potter, without access to the family vaults." James responded in a whining voice of a petulant child.
"So let me get this straight you as head of house and Regent of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Potter along with Sirius Black as Head of the House of Black kicked a child no older than seven. A child who through your mother was a child of the house of black and also by oath and RITUAL the godchild of poor Sirius here. Through an open flu hoping to kill him while he was still a member of both of your houses?" Albus said with his anger finally boiling over.
"Yes?" James said with a completely confused look on his face.
"You bloody idiot. Sirius broke one of the most damaging rituals in existence. He was just stricken from the house of Black in the most permanent way possible. His family magic was just ripped from his very soul, he will be lucky to cast anything more than household charms ever again. If that was not bad enough, Lady Magic just claimed half of his core as recompense for killing the child that he sworn his very life to protect and take care of. He is lucky he is alive."
"What does this mean Headmaster?" James asked with confusion etched on to his features.
The rest of the party goers watched this with rapt attention. The children were confused, but the adult that had caught on were edging away from the center of attention. Those with children present were collecting them knowing what was next. Those bloody idiots, they should have realized what was coming to them. Squib or not there are still oaths in place that means that you do not harm the child. Many wanted speak, to cry murder of a child, but with Dumbledore there and already showing anger, something he never does. Most were just trying to avoid his ire.
"What it means is that your first born is dead and Sirius is paying the price and I can only hope that Magic does not claim her due from you t..." Albus had to stop in the middle of his rant because he felt an utterly massive spike of magic from the east.
He could vaguely place the surge somewhere near London. It was taking all of his Occlumency training to switch gears from his rage fueled rant to try and decipher that spike could have possible meant. Right as he was about to narrow down where it was coming from it stopped. Then James Sr. and Jr. started screaming. Louder than Sirius did and more violently. Everyone present could physically see the inside of their bodies burning. Their veins literally glowing red as if fire it's self was traveling in them burning them for their transgressions.
Not more than a minute later Lily Potter joined in her families agony. She dropped to the floor from where she was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Junior's childish voice joined his mother becoming an octave higher. The partygoers were now watching the spectacle and trying to avoid Dumbledore's attention as his magic started to flare around him in his anger at the Potter's.
"Everyone seems to forget where the original meaning of the term Mudblood comes from. It comes from those who betray their own blood so badly that Lady Magic herself deems them lower than the dirt we walk on. She does this by quite literally burning the rot out of the blood. I hope by the end of the day all of you all can still cast magic.
By the intensity of burn she is probably burning all the work your ancestors put into making you blood powerful. Tomorrow you will probably see that your transfiguration skill will be just as powerful as a muggleborns. Have fun learning from scratch how you were able to do what came so easy to you before this utterly royal blunder." Albus completely missed the fact that his wand burned with a pitch-black flame rendering the wand surely useless because the core was sent back to the Peverell Family vaults.
Thankfully, Susan was able to see the flash of light. That would be the moment later in the future that Harrison quite literally laughed himself into unconsciousness because the leader of the light no longer had his deathstick to fall back on to truly join to rank of the Archmages.
After Dumbledore declared the Potter's Mudblood's of the old ways the guests at Potter Manor started to leave en mass. Everyone who left had an understanding of what the Potter's had done. No one was willing to speak about what they had done because Dumbledore decreed it a Potter Family secret. Not one soul at that party was willing to go against Dumbledore. For they were either of the light, or he had something over them that controlled their tongue.
Those that blindly followed the light would come back shortly to share in with the Potter's fame, with no repercussions handed to the Potters. The ones that Dumbledore was blackmailing though would stay away until Junior's first case of accidental magic when he was eight. They would behave like fair weather friends since they truly did not want to be there. While the public would celebrate with the vaunted boy-who-lived the people who were at this party would always keep an eye on the Potters. They may not go and spread what they did, but they would not allow the Potter's greed to consume their lives and families as well.
Sirius thankfully had a brother in James and was blood adopted into the Potter family, so he was able to use magic again soon after this event. Though he had to learn how to cast with his off dominant hand, because even the most accomplished healer to a back ally nurse would refuse to heal the most defining mark of a true blood traitor.
AN: Wanted to take a different approach to the whole Harry gains the Lordship of ancient or forgotten houses.
Why Le Fey, I hate when Emery's is used for the house to be revived. Do not know why honestly just personal preference. Plus, I truly love the thought of Babylon being originally a magical empire and then the muggles taking it over, using superior numbers. Then thousands of years later the Magicals thinking with their lower numbers having magic makes them superior. One wand versus thousands of Muggles. Unless your capable of wielding a natural disaster, good luck.