DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize from reading JK Rowling's wonderful stories is hers (and also property of all the other corporations that own a chunk of the Harry Potter money making machine). I'm just borrowing it to terrorize Draco and Harry, because I really enjoy doing that. I am making no money from this. All other stuff you see that isn't HP cannon is from my own twisted little mind that has been filled with thousands of other HP fan fics that inspired me! Also, many thanks to my Beta, Krys. Also blessings to my reviewers! I can't tell you how thrilling it is to get reviews.

Liv: No, the plot is mine original (Yes, it spilled out of my own twisted little brain.), NOT an altering of any story that I've read. Actually, I've never read another story that had an all wizard country in it, never mind an extensive Malfoy family, or a servant bound family.

"Malfoy?" Harry said aghast. He was suddenly very concerned for the safety of his person again. However, before Clair could answer him the door to the room was opened and a man, who resembled Lucius Malfoy so closely that Harry at first thought it was him, entered. Harry quickly revised his conclusion of no harm was meant to him. He immediately racked his brain for a way to remove himself from the situation he was in, but currently was drawing a blank.

"Harry, may I call you Harry? This is my cousin Eric Malfoy." Clair told him

The blond man nodded and wasting no words told him, "Come. You are wanted by the king."

Determining that his options were quite limited and wanting to gather more information about these people and this place, Harry decided on the bold Gryffindor approach. He stood up and as he approached the man, and in his best I'm-a-badass-hero voice said, "After you."

Giving Harry an impassive look the man turned and swiftly walked out, with Harry scrambling after him.

As Harry followed, he studied the new Malfoy in front of him closely. The blonde's movements reminded Harry of a cat. Not a house cat, no nothing so tame, but of the sleek powerful predators he had seen that fateful day at the zoo so many years ago. As his eyes wandered over the man in front of him he speculated on the man's age. He was guessing early to mid twenties. As his eyes scanned over his new enemy he wondered at his initial reaction thinking this was Lucius Malfoy. This man simply was more… he couldn't put his finger on it, but if you compared the two, Lucius Malfoy would come out a flawed copy of Eric Malfoy. Harry idly wondered which Malfoy Draco would take after.

As Harry continued his assessment he noted an unusual marking on the man's upper arm. Peering closer at it, he thought it might be a tattoo of some kind. The design was of thorns encircling the muscle of the Malfoy's arm with a broadsword thrust amongst the brambles, and he thought maybe a rose nestled in the thorns as well.

As Harry glanced away to take in the décor of the halls they traversed, he was surprised to note the theme repeating in various ways throughout the walls, rugs, furniture, and even within a stained glass window that was quite breathtaking.

All too soon they reached what seemed to be their destination, and Harry entered. The room was decorated in gold and maroon, and it seemed to be someone's study, though perhaps overly large, with the usual tables, desk, books, and other ornate bric-a-brac that one would expect to find in a study. Where the walls were not covered with shelves of books however, their was portrait after portrait of what must have been generations of the royal family, and all of them seemed fascinated with him. Harry could hear their murmuring in the background. No doubt discussing himself and why he was brought here.

Behind the desk was an older man with white hair, and while the hair and stature of this man might have reminded him of Dumbledore, the man's dark stern eyes dispelled the notion that the two men were at all alike.

"Your Majesty, I have Harry Potter, as you requested." Eric conveyed in a formal tone.

"Thank you, Eric. Please leave us. I will call you if I need you."

"Majesty, please…" the younger man began, obviously not at all liking the idea of leaving the king, whom this man obviously was, alone with Harry.

The king held up a hand. "I must insist, Eric"

Eric said not one word more as he made a formal bow to the king before leaving the room in a dramatic sweep of his robes. There was, however, absolutely no doubt in Harry's mind that his Malfoyness was NOT pleased at his being ordered to leave.

"Amazing how they do that isn't it?"

Harry's attention was jerked back to the remaining man in the room, "Sorry?"

The king waved a hand vaguely at the door where Eric and left, "How they can convey their displeasure, and that you are an idiot for not kowtowing to their will, all without a single gesture being inappropriate for whatever situation they are in. I quite envy them at times for that talent. Then again, you are not used to dealing with Malfoys are you?"

Harry couldn't help but smirk, "Actually I know exactly what you mean, and I've been dealing with three of them since I was eleven. Draco Malfoy is my age, and attends my school, and I've had dealings with his father Lucius and his mother Narcissa."

The king was looking at him with surprise. "Stray Malfoys in England you say? My my, Marcus will not be pleased. I do wonder how they managed it."

"Sir?" Harry wondered what in the world he meant by "stray Malfoys," but as it seemed this king did not know Lucius, he was again thrown into evaluating the situation he had been dragged into.

"Never mind that right now, my boy. We have other important matters to discuss. Tell me Harry, do you know anything about the country of Kowpens?"

Wondering where the king was going with this Harry answered, "Not really sir. I believe the first time I had heard of it was when I woke up a little while ago.

"Hummm… I should start in the beginning then. Come with me." With that, the king walked across the room to a door Harry had not noticed before, and Harry being firmly in the clutches of his curiosity, was quick to follow him.

The new room reminded Harry of the great hall at Hogwarts with its size and vaulted ceilings, but the resemblance ended there. The stone of this room was of a black marble for the floors and walls and the ceiling, he was awed to see, was a portrait. Currently it seemed that bunches of other portraits in the castle were slipping in to watch. The only other thing in the room was what looked like to Harry was a large gazing pool with thorns encircling it.

The king lead Harry to one of the walls of he room, and he saw that there were hundreds of names and lines carved into it and enameled in different colors. The king took out his wand and tapped the wall, and to Harry's surprise the names scrolled rapidly down until the name at the top was in front of them.

"This, Mr. Potter, is the name of the witch that founded our country of Kowpens, Queen Cassandra. Now Queen Cassandra was a wise witch and knew that the first-born was not always the best one to take the throne and do what is best for the people. Now, you go to Hogwarts, yes?"

"Yes." Harry answered wondering where this was going, but fascinated nonetheless.

"Well, your school's Sorting Hat is modeled off our countries First Crown created by Queen Cassandra. The children of the monarch have tried the First Crown for generations, and the crown picked the heir from the applicants.

The king started tracing a line, and Harry realized all the names were a family tree, and the line the king traced was the monarchs of the royal family. As generations descended from Queen Name, the names scrolled up. And the line the king traced showing the crown's movement did not go straight with the crown going from parent to child. No, it jumped sometimes, from cousin to cousin, from uncle to nephew, and once even from nephew to aunt. Soon all of the names were above them save for the last few generations.

"Now this is my name." the king tapped a name and it glowed JAMES FENIMORE GILBERT DUBOIR it said.

"And this is my son," again he tapped a name below his. "And my granddaughter Mara." Once more he tapped a name.

"Now the First Crown had already chosen my son as my heir, but about a year ago my son…" the king stopped speaking for a moment and, taking a shaky breath, finished his sentence. "My son was killed, so I was in need of a new heir for the crown."

Puzzled, Harry asked, "Wouldn't that be your granddaughter?"

"You would think so, but she tried on the crown and it rejected her. I had hoped, but I'm really not surprised. I love her dearly, but she can be self-centered."

"So what are you going to do?" Harry asked.

Instead of answering directly the king pointed his wand back at the names "This one," he tapped the name above his "was my mother." ALASANDRA FRANCIS LEONORA ANNE FITZGERALD it read. Then he moved over to a name by her. "And this was her sister. Mother always told me that she suspected that she would not have gotten the throne if her sister had not stubbornly refused to try the crown. She moved away from Kowpens when she married the man she fell in love with." The name was CASSANDRA ELIZABETH FITZGERALD POTTER, and Harry suddenly had a feeling dread. His eyes followed the line of generations down the wall, WILLIAM JAMES POTTER, then JAMES HENRY POTTER, and then, of course, HARRY JAMES POTTER.

Reeling in shock, he turned and looked at the king, his GREAT UNCLE, if the information before him was to be believed. He had family other than his Aunt and Dudley. His dazed mind wondered if his dad had been named for the man before him.

"Mr. Potter, as the next closest of kin after my granddaughter I must insist you try on the First Crown."

And Harry thought, 'And I just thought he wanted to kill me.'

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