The Rowthan Heir Summary from my page as apparently people think that there's nothing there….

My name is Harrison Jacques Rowthan. Until I was nine, my name used to be Harry James Potter. I was born in 1977 to my 17 and 18 year old parents (at the time) Lily and James Potter. When I was five, the Earl of Rodan - Lord Edmund Rowthan - decided to use some obscure family law to make me his heir. We are the last of his blood relatives who are magical, descended from Ignotius Peverell - keeper of the Hollow. My mother has ignored me ever since in favor of my younger brother Jacob.

Did I mention that Jacob is thought to be the Boy Who Lived? I suppose not, but he is my brother and I guess that I have some sort of obligation to watch out for him - even if we are the heirs of the Potter and Rowthan families. Jacob was born in 1980 and I am a little over three years older than my younger brother. I remember Voldemort's laugh, his face, and what he did.

You see, Jacob might have the title - but both Voldemort and I know who REALLY stopped him on October 31st of 1981.

This is my seventh year at Durmstrang Institute of Magic, I am friends with my fellow Quidditch Star - Victor Krum to his fans but he's Vic to me - and I have been with my girlfriend Katarzyna Dmitrova for the last two years but we have known each other since we met our first year.

The Tri-Wizard Tournament is about to begin.

BOLD - Bulgarian

Underlined - Bagman's commentary

Chapter Four

Harry looked over at his teammates as they lounged inside the tent adjoining the stadium of the Quidditch World Cup in Ireland. The lot of them were exhausted but they were also bubbling with anticipation over what was going to happen. Vulchanovf and Volkov were blondes with light eyes, Volkov with an oval face and Vulchanovf with a hard square one. The two beaters were joking around as they tossed a black hacky sack back and forth between each other. Lev Zograf (their keeper) was reading Plato in the far corner, the grey eyed and brown haired wiry man preferred to stimulate his mind before a match stimulated his body. Clara Ivanova and Levski (the team's sole female player and their Captain) were discussing strategy over a miniature of the stadium. Personally, Harrison thought they were a bit more than just teammates as Ivanova was a beautiful woman with her Gypsy heritage, dark hair and eyes and Levski's dark blue eyes were only for her.

Meantime, he and Victor were sitting in the corner opposite of Zograf discussing the upcoming school year and their options.

The fans screams became even louder and Levski and the rest of the team stood as one.

"This is it, everyone. To five of us, this is our second appearance and for two of you it is your first one." He said as he looked at Victor and Harrison who stood tall and solemn in their corner of the tent. "Don't let the game take over your mind and by Merlin we will finish this season undefeated!"

They walked to the center of the room and put their hands in, "One…two…three…" Levski began before they all joined in to chant: "WIN!"

They were near their entrance of the stadium when Victor turned to him and Harrison could see the cut turned scar he'd gotten in their last game on his chin – to win while Harrison was absent. "Are you feeling well?"

Harrison shrugged, "I've been better, and worse."

"Are you up to translate?" Vic asked. While it was true that Victor was almost fluent, he did have some trouble if he was focused on something else – the match.

Harry nodded, "As long as possible. If not, I'll tell you the main commentary afterwards." He promised before they had the display of the "mascots". On men, Veela were MUCH more appealing than leprechauns.

They flew out, Harry and Victor doing corkscrews and barrel rolls around one another, slowing around the Top Box where Harrison saw Katarzyna smiling proudly.

'She's going to be smiling a whole lot more after what I've got planned for tonight.' He thought as he smiled at here and was pleased to see the Potion's Master sitting next to her. He had not known whether or not the Potion's Master would be able to attend and was gladdened to see that the man had.

"For BULGARIA!" he yelled out and a large number of the crowd cheered loudly.

The match quickly started and became one of the more brutal professional matches either Harry or Victor had ever participated in – even in semipro.

When they landed near their hoops for their time-out, they all realized that the game needed to end – soon.

"We need control. Ireland's Chasers are good." Levski said, voicing his stress as his Czech accent was heaviest. "I would admire them if only they were not on the other side of the field."

Ivanova nodded her head in agreement. "Their weakness is their strength. They concentrated on their Chasers, anyone with half of a mind could see that. Their seeker is weak and they know it."

"They need to remember why WE are undefeated and THEY are not." Harrison injected. "Remember that match against Armenia at Mt. Azhdaak?"

Everyone remembered that game, nearly halfway through their season, their first match with Victor as the starting seeker – they almost lost.

"We won but we fought for it." Levski picked up. "Volkov, Vulchanovf, you two split the field. Victor, I don't care what you have to do … GET. THAT. SNITCH!"

Victor nodded as the ref's whistle blew and they kicked off.

"Do that move you were going to save for Petrauskas." Harrison said, referring to the seeker for Lithuania who'd nearly killed Harrison in the first game of the season by diving into a Hawkshead with both bludgers trained on him. Harry spent three weeks in the infirmary before being allowed to attend regular class again and it nearly prevented him from playing in their next game against Honduras.

Victor answered that with a grin that frightened everyone that had their omniculars trained on them.

The game went from brutal to bloody was Victor ploughed Lynch moments after Harry gained possession of the Quaffel. With that distraction, Harry threw it into the far left hoop – narrowly missing being hit by a bludger sent by one of the Irish Beaters – and flew back over to his fellow Chasers where he translated Bagman's babble.

When Lev moved to fly our and meet Moran, Levski yelled out in Russian, "You half-wit! She'll get a penalty shot! Guard the damn hoops!"

Lev missed it but avoided being called out and therefore Moran only got the one shot it, making it 40-20 in favor of Ireland.

It was their turn.

- Levski passes to Ivanova to Rowthan to Levski – oh that was a near miss – to Rowthan to Levski to Rowthan –

Harry passed to Ivanova who looked as though she might score as she drew the bludgers away from Rowthan – who passed it through the hoops in a clean "thread the needle" move…

-GOAL for Bulgaria! 40-30 still in favor of Ireland.-

Ireland got up another twelve goals as they seemed to realize that their only hope of winning lay with their Chasers.

It was then that Victor got his nose broken by a bludger. Ivan (Levski) motioned for him to go check up on his friend.

-AND Rowthan lands, to check up on his teammate we assume.-

"Vic, alright?"

"I am fine. I didn't see the bludger."

Harry smirked as he raised his eyebrows, the scar on his forehead prominent with his wind-blown hair. "You didn't see the bludger?"

"I certainly felt it when it hit me." He grumbled. "What are you doing here? Aren't you suppsed to be chasing the quaffel?"

"Aren't you supposed to be catching the snitch?"

"Maybe we could switch, see how you like it." Vic said before they kicked back off and Harry flew back over to Ivan and Clara.

The game got closer and closer and it was then that Harry knew that Victor would decide the match.

Bulgaria had possession of the quaffel…

Troy and Moran collided with Clara and Harry while Ivan and Mullet went head-to-head over the quaffel, the score was 140-90.

Harrison got himself out of Moran's grasp and flew after Mullet – just in time to catch both bludgers (one aimed at Levski from the Irish and other sent from Gregor Volkov at Mullet) in his chest and shoulder, dislocating the shoulder and breaking a few ribs judging by how his breathing became painful and his grip on the broom slackened. Consequently, that gave Victor the distraction he needed to catch the snitch.

They landed and Mediwizards went after him, popped his arm back into the socket and dosing him with enough potions for his injuries to be well on their way to healing. They gave him a sling for his left arm as it was still healing and they went to the Top Box.

Katarzyna promptly ran up to him and kissed him soundly. They grinned as they heard the crowd's approval.

It was Harry who passed the Cup to Levski and the Czech passed it to Dmitrov – Katarzyna's Uncle Michel – who further passed it to Obalansk.

"BULGARIA!" Harry and Victor yelled as they were given their World Cup Rings that had CDXXII engraved into the side of the platinum rings with the Bulgarian crest inlayed in small onyx and ruby stones.

The crowd cheered and Harry was even congratulated by Snape and the Malfoy family for his performance.

He didn't see his family. He hadn't been able to get them tickets but he thought that seeing how Quidditch crazy his brother and father were, they would be here. They weren't.

And elderly woman wearing a rich dark set of purple robes walked up to him, leaning slightly on her vine wood cane, smiling as she stepped forward. Lady Elizabeth Rowthan, the Countess of Radnor (the title had been awarded to the Rowthan family by Queen Anne in 1710) smiled and congratulated her heir for his victory while slipping him a small jewelry box. She made a display of them when he bent down to hug her and kissed her lightly on her cheek.

"I approve." She whispered into his ear.

"Thank you milady." He whispered back before he was surprised again when William Weasley – someone he'd grown up with and saw as something of an older brother or cousin – saw him and grinned, replying with a grin of his own.

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Harrison, Kat and Vic went back to their tent nearly two hours later after all of the photos and short interviews were done and Dmitrov finally said enough. Their tent was away from the Bulgarian fans's tents and the entire team decided early on that they valued their privacy. Zograf was even taking a portkey back to St. Petersburg rather than have to stay in Ireland for the night.

Their tent, while large on the outside, was one of the more realistic as per its appearance and size than other tents which were half the size for twice or thrice as many people. Inside were three separate bedrooms, which had been warded so they couldn't share rooms – not that Harry would even think about doing so after Michel threatened to castrate him.

They ate a light snack of fruit and vegetables (as neither of the two players could ever eat much after a match) and simply lounged around for the next hour or so before they heard a light knocking (which was charmed to sound like someone was knocking on wood instead of canvas).

Harry ended up having to answer it as Vic was in his room and Katarzyna was engrossed in Potion's Quarterly. He opened the flap to see William Weasley on the other side. "Will!" he exclaimed. "Come in! How did you find us?"

Katarzyna glanced up from her magazine to see the (in her opinion) second most-handsome man at the Cup before returning her attention to her magazine.

"You can blame your Godfather." Will, or rather Bill, Weasley said as he stepped through the tent flap just as Victor came out of his room. "And I thought you were over the whole calling-me-Will thing?"

Victor glanced at the … cool… red haired wizard he saw earlier in the Top Box. "Is this Will?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, this is Will."

Victor nodded curtly before he crossed the room and held out his Quidditch roughened hand, "I am Victor Krum."

William looked at him for a moment before he shook Victor's extended hand. "Bill Weasley, only Harry calls me Will."

Victor nodded with a smile; he understood Harry's tendency to give his friends nicknames – his own being "Vic".

Katarzyna put her magazine down and crossed the room from where she sat on the brown suede sofa near the fire pit that was currently without flame. "I am Katarzyna Dmitrova and you should know Victor by now – if only by reputation." She said with a light Russian accent that made her sound like a nymph.

"Call her Kat. She doesn't mind except when people mispronounce her name trying to be formal." Harry told his friend as they moved to the suede sofa where Harry and Kat sat, with her on his right and therefore not chancing jarring to move his shoulder that still pained him – as he'd been warned it would – and the other two sat in upholstered chairs. "So how are you doing? I haven't actually talked to you face to face since before I started Durmstrang."

Bill nodded with a grin, "I remember. Fred and George turned your hair red and declared you a Weasley."

Victor grinned, "Really?"

Harry glared at him, "Some friend you are."

Bill just smiled as he continued, "Yeah, he had red hair for a week if I remember right."

"So, what are you doing these days? Find any good tombs in Egypt?"

"Yeah, I was actually working at a new site until about three weeks ago."

"Site?" Katarzyna asked curiously.

"It's two days from Abu Simbel. I'm a Curse Breaker in Egypt for Gringotts."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Yes, I love Egypt." He replied honestly, noticing as Harry began to adjust the shoulder strap of the sling. "And you… Kat?"

She smiled brilliantly, "I am close to having a dual Mastery in Potions and Healing. I only have my apprenticeships left but that can wait until after we finish school."

"Yeah and I bet that her attention was more on the Potion's Master sitting next to her rather than her fiancée."

"Fiancée?" she asked as though it was news to her.

Harry smiled as he pulled out the box from where he'd hidden it in his sling and opened it as he went down on one knee, "If you'll have me." He said and revealed the sapphire and emerald and white gold ring that Lady Rowthan had given him that afternoon.

Kat smiled as she launched herself at him and hugged him tightly. "Yes! Da! Ja! Yes!"

"Kat… arm… hurt…" he gasped out before she blushed and got off of him so he could stand.

Vic and Bill congratulated them both as Harry slipped the ring onto her finger.

In the next fifteen minutes Kat drove them all up the wall until all three males were waving the white falg and practically ran out.

Harry and Will stepped out of the tent and Vic ruffled his hair roughly as he passed them saying, "She is yours and you are a brave man for claiming her."

Harry scoffed at Victor's words. There wasn't anything to deal with claiming where Kat was concerned, she'd picked him.

He shook his head as Victor headed towards Ivan's tent – who was currently drinking his way into oblivion with Volkov and Vulchanovf.

NOTE:

This is how I always pictured the engagement ring. It's like the one on the far left but a sapphire in the center surrounded by emeralds.

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