Hey everyone,
Chapter 2 here and we're about to see Lotelle, meet Harry's grandparents and his parents and discover what Merden meant when he said that Hari will take care of how the words of the Truth Scroll will come true and why the Scrolls are about him. And yes, that was a reference to this being a CR story.
However, before I get any complaints about me using JK's content, let me tell you here and now; THAT IS NOT HAPPENING! I am not using any content, I am using the same method as for my other CR stories; Rituals and Reading, Fate's Finale, To Read Into the Universe and To Read and To View, so don't bother complaining.
That clear? Good,

Venquine1990
PS. Inspiration comes from Leonette, check out their stories.

Chapter 02
Hendros And Jaurion

23rd of December 1976
Realm Of The Elves, Ariador
Hendros' POV

Ariador. The land that I have barely been visiting for the last 17 years. The land that is my birthright by blood and ancestry. The land to which I only travel when I am certain my son will not discover of his royal heritage before the time is right. The land that I haven't seen or been to in the last 2 ½ years – now seems to need my help.
And I know this because, while my wife and I were having our usual 2 o'clock cup of tea, does suddenly a portal appear from which my most loyal servant Merden along with his partner Adeline step through, while a beautiful snow owl flies along and seats itself on Merden's shoulder after passing through the portal.
The two Elves – one of them a Time Elf and the other an Earth Elf – bow to me and my Nienna and we nod to acknowledge them, while their very presence here astounds and worries me as the two know better than any other Elves of Ariador that they have no allowance to be in this plain as long as Voldemort remains a threat.

"Has the Dark One passed our borders?" My wife asks, reading my worries clearly and voicing them, but Adeline shakes her head and says: "No Sire, we are not here out of fear for the lands. We are here due to the magic that is my partner's." Which makes me and Amyna turn to my most loyal advisor, who bows and says:
"Your Majesty. It has happened. The words that my people live by – things must always get worse before they get better – have come to pass. I have been visited by none other than my future self and he has given me two scrolls, which I have already passed onto a resident of his era and send that resident to Lotelle."
The story shocks me, but I had always been expecting that something like that would happen, especially after I started noticing just how much of a threat Voldemort actually was to the country of England and I ask: "Who is this person, Merden? Is he someone familiar to us?" Yet the answer he gives shocks me to the core.
"Yes and no, Sire. He is indeed familiar, but not to you as a person for he – is your grandson, Prince Hari Jaurion Valivial, son of Jaurion and Lindilwen." My wife and I look at the man in shock and he motions for the owl on his shoulder as he calmly says: "And this is his most trusted companion, Hedwig the Owl."

And just that name, the name of the creature that seems intelligent enough to bow her head with one wing spread out, makes me know that Merden is telling the truth, making me slightly worried as I ask: "Does my Heir know of this?" But Merden shaking his head relieves me of my worries, before the man goes on and says:
"The young prince requested I first inform you of his arrival, Sire, and then find a way to contact his father. And seeing all that the Young Heir has already suffered." This worries me and Adeline goes on as she says: "Sire, I wish to offer you my most sincerest apologies. I kept to your words and waited for your reply, but while I waited –."
And by the way that Adeline's voice falters the further she speaks before she halts with guilt lacing her tone, do I nod and mutter: "Did my grandson suffer the words of Lady Faith herself." The two nod and I nod back before I turn to my Nienna and say: "Inform Minerva and have her bring Jaurion here. Wait for him, will you my love?"
My wife and Nienna nods and I nod back to Merden, smiling pleasantly when the owl on his shoulder takes flight and lands on mine instead, the warm look in her amber brown eyes proving me she has a very strong bond with my grandson and wishes the same for me. Adeline then creates another portal and we all pass through.

Amyna's POV

The arrival of two Elves serving my husband's court had been a great shock, but being raised a Black has one advantage even my notorious little cousin can vouch for, it helps you keep a calm mask of understanding even when your emotions are in turmoil. And hearing that your grandson suffered, makes any heart become fit with turmoil.
I watch as my partner in life and ruling passes through a new portal back to Ariador, the land that I love very much and that I have always felt deserved a king such as my husband and then take a deep breath to help myself focus on my mask before moving over to the small fireplace in the room where Hendros and I have our tea.

I take a small bit of Floo Powder from the pot on the mantel and throw it into the grate, which I light up with a flick of my wrist – some of Hendros' servant Elves having taught me how to control the most basic forms of the elements – and then betray my own emotions by calmly calling for the Gryffindor Head of House.
Part of me wonders if Minerva has – or will – come in contact with my grandson during his education, but this thought is thrown from my mind when the woman herself appears in my grate and asks: "Hello Amyna, is there something wrong?" I shake my head and say: "Nothing too serious, Minerva. Is James there with you?"
The woman shakes her head and I sigh as I say: "Can you ask him –." But then I suddenly notice that something has been left at the spot where Hendros left through the portal and I use my wand to summon it – if only to keep up an impression. Minerva tilts her head in the fire and I quickly read the note before I smile and ask:

"Could you tell James that his father, his father's closest friends and several new friends are awaiting him here? Him and his friends? Oh, and if it's not too much of an effort, can you see if you can get that new Head Girl to come along that James seems to have an eye on? My husband is growing all the more fond of her the more James tells us."
And while the last part wasn't really a lie, do I feel most intrigued at what I had read as Merden had left me a small note stating that all four Marauders must be present, alongside Lady Lindilwen, who I had figured was Lily Evans, the girl James has been pining after since realizing that girls are pretty and dateable in his Third.
Hendros took this as a sign that our Heir has found his own Nienna and while I had been a little doubtful of this myself at first, did James' longstanding crush make me realize that there really is more to my son's feelings for this one girl, regardless of how he has build himself a reputation of a real Ladies Man.

The woman in front of me then sighs and says: "If you want those meddlesome lads in your mansion over Christmas be my guest, but I doubt I can get Mss. Evans to agree. She's really trying to get her sister's permission of coming home for Christmas and – well – she's a little emotional, right now you understand dear?"
I nod, feeling for the young girl but then get a new idea and smile: "I do, mostly because I have my own experiences with that, remember Minerva?" The woman looks at me shocked and I say: "Just send her over. I doubt that sister of hers is convincible and I know like no other what it feels like when you believe to have lost your family."
The woman nods and not 20 minutes later does a Hogwarts House Elf indeed drop off my son, his friends Sirius, Remus and Peter and the lovely Lily Evans that my son has been talking so much about and that is sending my boy cautious looks while making sure to stand besides Remus, making me wonder what James did now.

"Hey mum, change of plans, I hear?" James then jovially greets me and while part of me wonders whether or not parenthood will change my son in anyway, do I decide to keep this little news on the backburner for now and smile as my son gives me a warm hug and I say: "Indeed dear, in more than one way even."
The others get curious by this and I decide to make the explanation easy as I ask: "James, have you ever wondered where all the money that we have used to keep this mansion running comes from? You know your father doesn't like looking at financial books, so it's quite obvious not from our investments, wouldn't you agree?"
The lad nods and I go on: "Or why Hendros never bothered teaching you about said investments and the full history of our Family line." By now James seems a little bothered and asks: "Is – did dad keep secrets from me? Of my heritage I mean?" I nod, the others looking shocked and James looking a little devastated before I say:

"But with good reason, son, with truly good reason." My son bites his lower lip at hearing this and I turn to his friends before I ask: "Tell me boys, would you call James' attitude that of a high-class member of society? Perhaps someone like Lucius Malfoy?" And while Sirius cringes at the name, does Remus tentatively answer:
"Well, James is – ehm –." And Lily goes on: "Known for an oversized ego, wouldn't you agree?" And while Remus turns red at her bluntness, does he nod and I turn back to James and kindly ask: "And that is just by your current upraising. Imagine how much worse that would have been if you knew the truth."
"Wait, what does the truth have to do with my ego?" James asks and I say: "It's connected because as far as you have learned the Potters are a High-Class Society Line. Yet the truth is – the Potters never existed." Everyone looks shocked and Sirius speaks up at last as he says: "I do believe a Wizard's Genealogy says different."
But I shake my head and say: "The author's of that book have been replaced by those loyal to our true family line and don't worry, nothing happened to the original owners, they just got paid more for selling the rights than for all the sales the book could have ever earned them, is all." The group nods and Remus asks:

"So the Potter line was added to A Wizard's Genealogy after the takeover? Why?" I nod again and say: "They were added, because A Wizard's Genealogy is magically connected to all knowledge that Purebloods have of other Pureblood lines. Only those that know of the true line are allowed to be informed of this."
"Then why inform us?" Lily asks and I say: "Because while Hendros and I planned to inform James of this when the war was over, did someone loyal to us break sacred laws to contact us and inform us that times have changed and so must decisions. Now James dear, would you mind giving me your right arm, please?"
My son looks shocked and confused and his friends are no different, but my boy complies and while I smile warmly at him, knowing I will probably see these human features of his for the last time, do I softly grab his lower arm with my right hand and the rosary that we placed on him at birth with my left, pulling the rosary off as I do.

James' eyes widen as he sees the rosary and the eyes of his friends and Lily are no different, but while I pull the rosary off my son's forearm, do I feel the magic breaking its disguising hold over my son's features and turn my gaze up at him, James having outgrown me with a good four inches in length just last Summer.
James' complexion is the first that changes, the healthy tan he has been getting from all those hours at Quidditch practice disappearing until his skin shines and tingles with a white and pale complexion that shines with the beauty of a perfect crystal, making the black-framed glasses that he wears clash horribly with his new tan.
Yet it seems that the so-called Potter Curse is next as James squints his eyes and pulls off his glasses, a gasp escaping his lips, while his hazel brown eyes get an incredible shine to them and start to look like warm molten honey with hints of amber brown speckled through the irises and the pupils having turned darker than ever before.
My son then – ironically enough – grows another three inches, reaching over me with at least seven and while the muscles in his arms seem to intensify alongside those in his shoulders and upper legs, do his waist and lower legs slim out, making his legs look endless and giving more structure to both his chest and his hips.

By now tears are in my eyes as I look at my son in all his royal beauty and then James gasps again, his hair having lengthened to reach halfway down his back, but the lad pushes this out of his face and his fingertips softly prick themselves on the pointed tops of his Elven ears, his eyes widening as he seems to realize the truth at last.
"You're an Elf, my boy. A Wind Elf if your time playing Quidditch is anything to go by, but an Elf nonetheless. And the full truth is, James, that your true name is Jaurion Henderson Valivial, Son of Hendros Valivial and Amyna Valivial-Black and royal Heir to the throne of Ariador – the Sacred Land of All the Elves."
"Royal Heir to the WHATNOW!" The group behind James shouts and Lily groans before she says: "I don't even want to know how obnoxious Potter would have been had he known this before today, I SWEAR IT!" And while her reaction makes me snicker softly, do I say: "Which is exactly why we wanted to wait.
We had seen the signs that James had become spoiled and we were certain it would vanish and disappear the older our son got. We wanted to tell him when he was truly an adult, but when The Dark One became a true threat, did we decide to wait until after the war. That way, we would be allowed to take him there and back."

"Allowed to take me there – wait – and back? What do you mean, back?" James – Jaurion – asks in shock and I take a deep breath as I say: "Royal Elves are exempt from the law stating that Elves cannot live in lands where trouble brews, but if Elves return to Ariador in times of peril, they are not allowed to return unless peace reigns."
This makes Jaurion turn to his friends with fear and despair in his eyes and I smile, putting my hand on his cheek and pulling his face back as I say: "Which is why I called for all of you. It's time to go home, Jaurion. Your father already awaits you there and his most trusted servant has asked me to pick your friends up as well."
"And me?" Lily then asks, while James smiles gratefully and I say: "I know you and Jaurion don't realty get along yet, but he has said so many amazing things about you, that Hendros and I already consider you part of the family. Of course we want you to come along, dear." Which makes the young girl smile at me.

I then turn to the rest of the group and ask: "Ready to go? Ariador and the wonderful garden of Lotelle await." The three boys my son is friends with nod and I pull the soft onyx black bracelet off my wrist, throwing it into the middle of the room where a huge portal appears from the circle of the bracelet itself.
The group looks at the portal shocked and I say: "Elves that have lived and been raised in Ariador can create a portal purely from their own magic, but if an Elf like your father falls for a Human like myself, it's tradition to allow them a bracelet with the magic to summon a portal of their own. That way they can't get homesick."
And while I silently add: "Not that Hendros ever gave me the chance to feel homesick." And while the others look at the portal in intrigue, does Peter ask me: "So we go through this portal, head for Ariador and then stay there until the war is over?" But to this I shake my head, making everyone look at me and I say:
"There is one exception to the Ancient Law, but before I explain that, do I feel it best that you all meet with the two Elves who convinced Hendros and me to change plans." The group nods and one by one do they take their luggage and animal cases and pass through, me closing the portal behind me and for some reason, feeling saved as I do so.

2 hours later
Voldemort's POV

"HOW! HOW DID THEY KNOW! HOW DID THEY KNOW OF OUR ATTACK! WHERE ARE THEY?" I ask in a furious rage, my plans to have murdered the Potter Elders and through that persuade their son to donate his funds and riches for my cause having been kept secret even from most of my loyal followers.
This had been done for many months, only me and two of my followers having been in the know of who we were planning to attack, kill and why, yet to arrive upon a completely deserted mansion with the closets of all three Potters being spare and empty and with no trace of any of them present is a sight that infuriates me.
I had already send all of my men to all of the floors of the mansion and when my most trusted follower Bellatrix had told me that the closets were empty that there were no more posters in Potter Juniors room and that all personal belongings seem to have vanished from the bedrooms, did I kill her in my fury.

By now am I back in my own Hideout, having returned there after setting Fiendfyre onto the mansion, yet this had not given me the same feeling as when I burned down the house of the Lancester Line – one that supposedly evens out with that of the Potters – and this feeling alone confuses and agitates me, emotions I do not like.
I am pacing in my personal chambers, not feeling like raging and raving in front of my followers as that might persuade them into losing their sense of loyalty to me, something I know I will respond to by slimming out my masses even more and while raving over this failed plan, can I not help but wonder how.
How did Potter Senior know that I was planning to attack? How did he know that it was today? How did he manage to escape without my loyal spies – who have also been working to take down several protective enchantments and wards – notifying me of this? What magic did the Potter Line use to escape certain death.
"And most importantly." I then grumble to myself, seating my body in a lush silver and green furnished sofa and conjuring a glass of Firewhiskey to settle my nerves and while I sway the beverage around in the glass, do I allow the one thought that has been nagging me freedom: "Why do I feel this isn't the first time it will happen?"

Sorry, couldn't help myself there.
Okay, so Voldemort actually wanted to kill the Potters on the day that Merden brings Hari and co to Ariador. Coincidence? Think again. Remember, this all started with future Merden, who contacts his Past self and tells him of what Destiny has in store. Naturally he checks on the rest of the Potters before doing so.
So Future Merden knew on what day the Potter Elders were supposed to die and because he already predicted that Hari wanted to see his grandparents, did he decide to kill two birds with one rock, so to say. So no, the day that the Future company arrives and the Potters get saved being the same one is no coincidence.
Kind of funny, right?

Venquine1990