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HARRY POTTER

He had no idea how long he had been awake, but it was quite early. Unusually, it was not the feeling of paranoia that woke him; instead, it was the cover of safety. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he had chalked it up to the familiar atmosphere of Potter Manor. In the future, while the manor was still standing, it had lost the feeling of safety after repeated attacks had worn the wards and ambient magic down despite his repeated attempts to repair them. In fact, after his marriage, he had moved permanently to Greengrass Manor as it had been more secure and convenient, not to mention that Daphne had not liked his family manor much. Looking back, he was not sure that his attempts to restore the family magic and wards were fullhearted. Hermione had theorized that subconsciously, he had blamed the Potter family magic for abandoning him whenever he had needed it and thus felt disconnected from it. Maybe, that's why the wards and enchantments never went back to their full strength, as the family magic didn't trust him like he didn't trust it. In fact, if it had not been for the Potter grimoire and the family-based spells he had learned from it, there was a good chance that the Potter ring would have deemed him unworthy.

A sniffle from his side brought his attention back, just to observe his wife trying to burrow more in his side. For all her aloofness and standoffish nature, Daphne was the epitome of undignified while sleeping. She would never be found in the same position that she would go to sleep in, no matter how short the time. He had lost the count when he had woken up at midnight or moring with her leg hitting his face even when he had been spooning her when they went to sleep. Things didn't just stop at that; there were daily cases of snatched blankets, her taking of space on the bed, and the overabundance of pillows on her side. He was also sure that she had kicked him down one night but had no means to prove it. Despite the hard words he had spoken last night, he couldn't help but lean forward and place a kiss on her forehead. Happiness soared inside him to see her smile and relax a little. For a thousandth time, he thanked his dead Greengrass and Black ancestors, whose machinations had brought her in his life. Despite their rocky start, he couldn't even imagine a life without her now. Hermione had shared her thoughts about it during one of their drinking sessions. Her exact words had been,

"One of my biggest fear is you, Harry. If we get hurt, you will bring down the perpetrator, If Teddy gets hurt, you will destroy the one responsible, but if Daphne gets hurt or even worse, you will damn the world, and I fear no one would be able to stop you."

He had left the room shivering after that, not because of how harsh her words were but because how true they were.

He had no idea that his troubling thoughts were making his magic swirl, and everyone in the manor except him and Daphne was being affected by it. While the adult's own magic was keeping them safe, the still-developing cores of the children were not strong enough to keep Harry's magic at bay. Fortunately for them, two manor residents were much more affected than anyone else. While Junior had no idea why he had woken up in a panic, Hedwig had no such concerns. The white owl lifted up from her slumbering place in the owlery and flew towards the room her older human was. While she was tempted to just fly in with her usual ruckus and berate him for being an idiot again, she couldn't do so as her older human was not alone there. After landing on the open window, she took a moment to think before deciding on a course of action.

If Harry had not been so immersed in his thoughts, he would have seen Hedwig land on the window and stare at him in irritation. If his senses hadn't been relaxed, he would have noticed Hedwig making a nodding motion and then jump on the bed. Only when her claws started pinching his leg that he noticed her walking right up to his face. For a second, he was confused, wondering why she would choose to act like this, but when she remained quiet and continued glaring at him, his sense stirred as he started looking for abnormalities. While he didn't find anything wrong in the room, the rest of the manor's heavy atmosphere hit him hard. Closing his eyes immediately, he pulled hard on his magic, tightening his relaxed control. The change was immediate as Daphne relaxed a little more in her position. After withdrawing as much as it was possible, he stood up and left the room with Hedwig perched on his shoulders. The magic inside was begging to be used, and he knew the perfect thing that would calm him down. Once they were in the area beside the manor he was sure there used to be quidditch pitch once, his hands spread as the Death stick appeared in his hand.

"Fly, Hedwig."

Not letting go of a chance to show off, Hedwig jumped up, shooting upwards a few seconds later. He stared at her swirling form for a few seconds before closing his eyes and channeling the ancient Potter family magic in the ground. The air around him became dense as a heavy presence leaped out of him. The ground around him shivered as the overgrown vegetation in the area started sinking.

JUNIOR

A few minutes after he had woke up, something changed around him. It became a little easier to breathe as he put his wand back in his pocket. The thought about going back to sleep was moving in his mind, but he didn't. A strange feeling was moving inside him, trying to tug on something. Deciding to check it out, he got out of the bed and started walking towards the main door. Once outside, he turned left and walked behind the manor. The strange feeling brought him to a path that was entering a dense group of plants. Ever the Gryffindor, he didn't think twice before walking in. Fortunately, he was met by his older self rather than something dangerous for him. Harry opened his eyes just as Hedwig landed on his shoulders.

"Junior, what brought you here?"

"A feeling?", He answered or may be questioned. A smile appeared on Harry's face as the older man looked into his eyes.

"Feeling hmm. Mind explaining it a little more?"

He shrugged.

"I can't. It was like something was pulling me here, something.."

"Familiar." Harry completed his words.

"Yes, familiar, but old."

His older self once again smiled as his wand moved in a swirl. The familiar feeling once again hit him as something visible passed from Harry to the ground around him.

"Tell me, Junior. Have you ever wondered why our family name is Potter?"

"Once, when Percy had shown me a picture of Gryffin and told me how it was an inspiration behind Godric Gryffindor's name."

"Hmm. Somehow, I don't remember that. Either way, just like one of Godric Gryffindor's ancestors had chosen a family name based on one of his oldest friends, our first known ancestor, Hamon, born a few years the first norman conquest, chose the family name based on what he did best."

"What, Pottery? Was that even a word then?"

"No, Pottery was not a word. The first iteration of our family name was Cicero, which can be translated into 'Gardner.' Hamon was a farmer's son and had learned everything from his father. But unlike his parents, he used combined magic with everything in it. Once others noticed his work, he started doing the same for people in return for some sort of payment. By the time he died, the Cicero had developed a lot of spells and enchantments to basically terraform ground in whichever way they wanted. This information was passed down to the next generation, who improved upon it, passing it down further. Somewhere along the way, our ancestors managed to infuse our own magic into the earth and control it as they wanted. Soon after, they started using their skills to make things out of mud, but their creations were unlike other people who did the same thing. The things our family, by then known as Soyle for some reason, made were stronger, sturdier, and most importantly, did not easily dissolve in water. We became famous for it, our cadet branches managing the work all over the Henry the fourth's kingdom. But by the time the magical population felt the need for a government, it was 1540, and England was under the rule of Henry the eighth. By then, most of the cadet branches were wiped out due to our family's involvement with the Peverells. So when our ancestor, Sebastian Soyl joined the group of families that would later be termed as Wizengamot, he changed the family name to Potter as a tribute to what our ancestors were once famous for. We were given the title of the Ancient house of Potter, one which we still hold."

"Ancient House of Potter?", He asked in confusion. Harry waved his hands, eyes still fixed on the slowly clearing area around him.

"I will get someone else to explain it to you later. Anyway, the feeling that brought you here was the one recognizing your family magic. Your family's enchantments and spells developed over the centuries, and your own magic sensed it as I was using it."

He looked around the now clear ground.

"What were you using it for?"

"This area once used to be a quidditch pitch. When our father abandoned the manor after our grandparent's death, no one looked after it. Our mother was just like Hermione, freeing the elves without thinking it through. That reminds me, I would have to find Milly and Grace again. They were the Potter elves that had been with our family for a long time."

"And where are they now?"

"While Milly would is bound to the Mclaggen family, I have no idea where Grace is now. With no one to take care of, this pitch was ruined. Now, I am trying to restore it using the family magic."

"Could...Can I help?" He asked after a moment of hesitation. Harry turned to look at him once again, but this time it felt like his entire self was being judged.

"Could you, Definitely, but can you, that's debatable."

He controlled his irritation, not sure when his elder self had learned to talk annoyingly. Harry was still smiling at him and seemed to have read his thoughts.

"You will learn it soon too, Junior. It is one of the perils of being close to the mystery that is Daphne Greengrass."

A shiver passed through his entire self as he thought about the Slytherin girl.

"...we can try. Come stand next to me."

Once he was next to his elder self, Harry told him to bring out his wand.

"Close your eyes and think upon that familiar feeling. Try to catch and hold it. It will be difficult but not impossible. This magic is in your blood, passed down by our father and grandfather. Sense its every aspect, everything you can. You will know when you have it in your grasp. I will try something that might help you."

He looked at his elder self, trying to understand what he was supposed to do. When no reply came, he shrugged and closed his eyes. Nothing came to him as minutes passed except a feeling that something heavy was moving around him. He was nearly ready to give up when a shout came from his left. Opening his eyes, he saw Harry chant something in Latin and plunge his wand down in the ground with force. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the ground, which had been shivering till now, blew up. He raised a shield without even thinking about it, but it did not hold against a wave of magic that struck it a second later, passing over him harmlessly. As his eyes observed the scene around him, his jaw dropped.

The entire ground in front of him had broken up. Walls and blocks of earth rose from the ground, breaking and joining together, forming what looked like large stands. Six pillars of mud shot from the ground, creating rings at their ends as they stopped at a height. Once the stands and rings were done, the earth once again shook with a roar as the entire field started flattening. Mounds of soil flew from around to cover the gaps and craters. What had been a sizeable uneven area in less than a few minutes became solid flat ground.

"And that Junior is what Potter family magic is about."

He was still trying to bring his mouth up when something moved behind them. Turning around, he saw his older selves' wife walking towards them. His mouth went dry as he noticed that she looked quite beautiful in her relatively short bedclothes and loose hair. But before another thought could follow this, something turned his head around forcefully. His eyes connected with those of his older self, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"You will get yours soon. Stop ogling mine one or..."

Harry's wife slapped her husband on the shoulder as he flushed.

"Stop scaring him, Harry. What are you both doing here?"

"Nothing, Daph. Just showing Junior how badass Potter family magic is."

"Trying to impress the young ones, huh, love?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"No trying, hotness. I am Harry Potter..."

His older self oomphed as his wife hit him in the stomach. At the same time, he swore he would never call Daphne by anything other than her name.

"No need to brag, Potter. Hmm, now that he has seen Potter family magic, maybe he should see Greengrass family magic in work too."

She withdrew her wand and waved it at her hand before twirling it in front of her in an unfamiliar motion. Something heavy once again filled the air, but this time it was not as comforting to him. Suddenly, the familiar feeling about his family magic came back, but this time it felt oppressive. He looked at Harry, who was smiling lightly.

"That is what our family magic feels like when it senses a foreign family magic's presence on these grounds. It is stopping its spread and judging it." Harry explained.

"Judging it?" He asked.

"Yes. It is judging the magic's intentions and through it, Daphne's."

"Would she go through?"

"Of course. She is Harry Potter's wife..."

Harry grumbled at his unbelievable expression.

"Everyone is a complainer now. Daphne is a Greengrass by blood, Junior, but she is also Lady Potter. Before letting her magic loose, she had summoned the ring on her finger."

"And now?" He asked, observing his elder self's wife as a light brown fog covered her.

"Now, she is being judged of being worthy of the title of Lady Potter."

"Wasn't she is future...?"

"Yes, She was, but the family magic of now and this manor doesn't know it, maybe. I don't know, Junior. You would have to ask Hermione or Daphne about it."

Both of them remained silent after that. A few minutes passed before the fog dissipated from around her. She looked a little different now. He also observed the ring on her hand, which seemed to be glowing now. Her wand once again moved in the previous manner, but this time, it was accompanied by murmuring now.

"Don't blink, Junior, or you will miss it."

He absently heard his older self's words as something started to build around him. The next time Harry spoke, he paid attention.

"Here it comes."

Daphne waved her wand in a whipping motion from left to right and back. A nearly visible wave spread out from her, increasing as it flew further. Once again, his mouth fell open as he tried to believe what was happening in front of him. Small leaves started to sprout over the ground the wave of magic had passed over. In just a minute, the entire ground was covered in what he recognized as grass. Wines grew from the soil around the flag posts and climbed up, covering it entirely. Harry's voice caught his attention once again.

"And here comes the trump shot, Junior."

He looked at Daphne, who was now pointing her hand towards the stands, still murmuring something. What looked like wooden stems burst from all around the stands and started climbing up. Once they had covered the stands, branches began sprouting out of them, forming over the stands in a pattern. Another wave from Daphne's wand made the entire structure shiver and then leaves started growing from the branches. A few minutes later, the stands were under a green ceiling.

"And that is the Greengrass family magic in all its glory, Junior."

Marrying Daphne's younger self suddenly started to feel slightly less of a problem.

Hello All,

I hope everyone is okay, and Thank you for still being with my story. The delay between the updates was mostly because of three reasons. First of all, My laptop gave up on me, and I have to do with the tab until it gets repaired or replaces. Second, Real-life problems, and third and maybe the most significant reason, Star Wars fandom. I got hooked to it after following a Harry Potter crossover and then couldn't drop it. As I delved deeper, some very, very good written fics came across me. After reading a sheer astounding number of good written fics, I returned to my profile and was quite disappointed to see my fics. I tried writing new chapters after that, but everything I wrote got deleted, as it never felt readable enough. I won't lie; with my real-life issues, I nearly deleted my profile once. But then I got black-out drunk one day and wrote down some pretty good ideas for the next few updates(Not recommended at all, don't try it.). Then, decided to get back into it, thinking what's the worse that would happen.

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