James entered Gringotts and quickly made his way to the first available teller he found. Without a word he handed the goblin the letter, he had received asking him to come to the bank immediately.
The goblin read the summons before nodding and leaving his seat. "This way Lord Potter."
James followed the goblin deeper into the bank until they arrived at one of the meeting rooms.
James entered the room and saw a man waiting for him. The man was missing most of his right arm, with the sleeve being tied past where the elbow should be. His clothes were muggle made and he had stubble on his face. But what really caught his attention was that he had the messy black hair of a Potter and the grey eyes of a Black.
James had only met one man with such a combination. "Bradley?" James asked in a tone of disbelief.
The supposed long dead Potter gave James a tired smile. "Hey, Jamie. Long-time no see."
The shock wore off of James and he quickly drew his wand on the other man. "Prove it." He demanded.
The man who now had his hand in the air was quick to comply. "I am Bradley Arcturus Potter, this I swear on my life and magic." With a golden glow, the oath was accepted and James quickly embraced the man.
A thousand questions ran through James's mind but he could only bring himself to ask one. "What happened?"
Bradley smiled a little. "That's a long story Jamie and these rooms aren't cheap. Let's head to yours so I don't have to repeat myself."
Soon.
James quickly brought Bradley back to the house that he, Bellatrix and Harry were staying. James quickly called for the Tonks family, Sirius, and one more.
Amelia gasped as she entered the room holding her niece.
Bradley looked from Harry and Nymphadora at the sound, was shocked at who he saw. "Amy?"
"Brad?" Amelia gasped.
"Su! Su! Su!" Harry repeated as he had hands were raised up to his playmate, grasping at the air.
Amelia slowly put her niece down, while never taking her eyes off of the one-armed wizard. Susan was instantly led over to Nymphadora by Harry.
"H-how?" Amelia asked.
"That's what we're about to find out." James responded as he conjured another chair for her to sit in before he sat down next to his wife.
Bradley took a deep breath and began. "We was just getting ready to call it a night when they attacked us. The wards were down in seconds, and we had only created a few golems, which didn't last either. We managed to get out of the house before they destroyed it with blasting curses. There were about thirty of them. Their leader gave a speech that basically translated to 'kneel before me or die.' I don't need to tell you what my parents thought of that." Bradley smiled a little. As did James, Sirius, and Amelia. They had all met them in person and they didn't take kindly to others trying to control them. "We managed to get roughly half of the followers before their leader stepped in. He- He hit my mother with a curse I'd never seen before. And she crumbled into dust right in front of us." Bradley took a moment to compose himself as the pain of the memory washed over him.
Amelia left her seat and pulled Bradley into a tight embrace.
James, Bellatrix, Sirius, and Andromeda lowered their heads in memory of the witch.
When they separated he mouthed a thank you and continued. "I don't think Dad fought harder in his life than he did then. Not even against Grindelwald. He cast fyindfire in an attempt to burn them all. When he finally stopped, he was exhausted, but that creature that was leading them was still standing. He responded with his cursed fire that took my arm which also held my backup wand, and nearly the rest of me as well, if it wasn't for Dad. I looked up in time to see a stunner coming right at. By the time I had woken up the sun had risen. They must have ended up in the ruins of our home because there was smoke coming off what was left. I was also under a disillusion charm. I went through the ruins to try and get to the basement for my burn and anything else useful. On my way, I found our house-elf buried under rubble and what was left of my father. A shadow on the wall." While he was telling the others of the aftermath of the attack, Bradly's hand had slipped into Amelia's. Tonks was more focused on Bradly, then Harry and Susan. Much to the annoyance of the younger ones.
"It turns out my parents were actually preparing for such an attack. I found a bag full of American dollars and healing potions. From what else I found they were looking at buying a house and warding it, but they ran out of time. I did what I could for my arm and apparated away.
Once I'd sat down in a muggle restaurant, I started to think about it all. We hadn't told ANYONE where we lived. They had connections. Good ones. If I showed my face in the magical community, I wouldn't have lasted an hour. I didn't know if I was the only Potter or what. I found a quiet spot and started practicing my wandless glamour. It was basic, only lasted twenty minutes, but it was long enough to eavesdrop here and there. But they weren't all that interested in the 'British civil war' as they called it.
I didn't plan on taking so long to come back, but, well. Things got complicated fast with having no official background in the muggle world here, let alone in America. I was as good as stranded with no way back."
"Isn't their Potters in America?" Ted asked. "I remember reading about one."
"You're talking about Abraham Potter." Bradley responded. "That side of the family died out before the war against Grindlewald."
"So what do you plan to do know?" Amelia asked nervously. With 'will you be leaving again?' being the unspoken question.
Bradley smiled reassuringly at her. "First I want to know what I've missed out on, and go from there." Bradley then squeezes her hand. "But one thing is for sure. I'm not leaving again."
...
Dear Lord James and Lady Bellatrix Potter
Thanks to a friend of mine, your son has been suggested to attend my school, the Atlantis Magical Preparation Academy.
If you decide that this is what you want for your child, please send a response. But be warned, your child will need to be fluent in Atlantian by the 1st of September 1987, and schooling will not be cheap at a price of 20,000 gallons for all four years.
We only accept no more than 30 students a year from across the world to study the cores of all forms of magic, Occlumency, business/politics, and various creatures and cultures throughout our world. Any accepted child will have access to the finest texts, potion ingredients, and equipment there is.
While your son may be too young to use a wand, we give our students a ring to help them begin to learn basic spell ad prevent magical outbursts.
My friend is confident that your child has the potential to become the greatest warlock of his generation, and I am curious about the boy myself.
I hope to hear from you soon.
Azoron
Headmaster of Atlantis Magical Preparation Academy
Ex-priest of the seven circles of hell.
...
It had come as a surprise to James when Bellatrix had told him that she was pregnant with their second child. But he probably shouldn't be given how they celebrated their success on Halloween. Sure, Voldemort wasn't dead YET. But the only ones who knew were the Unspeakables, the Potters and their trusted relatives. The next few weeks had been chaos with rounding up Death Eaters and Bradly's return. Not long after the final trial, she had dropped the bombshell on him.
Over the coming months, they found out it was a girl. Who Bellatrix insisted would be named after a star as is the Black family tradition. The name Capella Belladonna Potter was the child's chosen name, with Ted Tonks and Amelia Bones acting as godparents.
Bellatrix had quickly passed out from the birth due to complications. Andromeda was currently checking her sister's health, while James, Remus, Ted, and Bradley, who had taken the Bones name after marrying Amelia, waited outside. The Bells were looking after Harry and Nymphadora, as well as their own daughter Katherine (Katie). No one else was able to come due to working at the time.
After James told the others the situation, and Ted headed for the floo to bring the children.
It was soon discovered that Bellatrix was no longer able to have children, due to complications caused by inbreeding, much like her sister, and Sirius has been infertile since birth.
...
"Hello, and welcome to you all." Dumbledore began. "Today we welcome our newest member to the Board of Gooners here at Hogwarts. I would like to introduce Lady Bellatrix Potter." While on the outside Dumbledore was as calm and friendly as ever, on the inside Dumbledore was troubled. Bellatrix had entered the meeting with a stoic expression and a file in hand. This was not good for his plans. The others clapped politely.
"Thank you, Headmaster." Bellatrix began, using her Occlumency training to bring forth her Ice Queen persona. "And thank you to my fellow board members for choosing me to join you." It had come down to herself and her brother-in-law Lucius. But Bellatrix had an ace up her sleeve. Ever since a group of Death Eaters bought their way to freedom under the imperious defense, Bellatrix, soon followed by others, used that same defense to keep them out of as many positions of power as they could. Their seats were now held by proxies, with only one of them showing any signs of intelligence. And that ace hadn't failed her yet. "Now, as you all know, my reason for joining this comity is I know of several flaws that need to be corrected, and I would like them done as quickly as possible. My niece, Nymphadora Black, heiress to The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black will be starting her magical education soon, and I am determined to see to it she gets the best education possible. Whether that be here... or somewhere else." Bellatrix said the final sentence with an edge in her voice while staring Dumbledore in the eye. "And it should go unsaid that my children will follow her and so will the children of house Bones." Dumbledore struggled to keep his neutral facade. The reputation of both Hogwarts and himself would be ruined. If the children of three if the most prominent families in magical Britain decided to send their children elsewhere, and Bellatrix would be all too happy to explain why. Other families may follow their lead, causing even more damage.
"And what would you suggest, Mrs. Potter?" Dumbledore asked. His only choice was to comply.
"First of all, I would like to see the removal of the curse on the Defense Against The Dark Arts position. It is a core subject that has been neglected for far too long." Bellatrix answered.
"I assure you, Mrs. Potter, I have looked into the issue and have been unable to find the cause." Dumbledore responded.
"Noted, Headmaster, but you are a busy man, with three full-time positions, you hardly have enough time to devote to the situation. Someone who has more time and is properly trained may be more successful." Bellatrix rebuffed him.
"She's right Albus. Having to hire a new defender teacher every year is exhausting work and we can't really on the DMLE like we used to." Elphas Doge commented
"Perhaps a curse breaker could do it." Augusta suggested.
"Or an Unspeakable." Mattew Buckhurst added. None of them knew that Bellatrix was a Unspeable herself, so no one spared her a glance.
"Either way, something needs to be done. The next matter is History Of Magic. If a teacher can not teach, then they should be fired. And I can safely say, that the only reason anyone I know has passed that subject is because they studied in their own time. In short, Binns needs to go. He is a better sleeping aid than a professor."
The meeting was one of the longest and most productive that has been held in decades. Dumbledore found himself with much work to do and a significantly smaller ego. He wondered if this was payback for causing suspicion of the Potters among the Light Faction using the marriage contract and Bellatrix being born a Black.
A month later.
A figure in a gray cloak entered the headmaster's office. The charms on the cloak hid their face and they were waring dragon-hide gloves. "I have found the cause of the curse on the defense position. And it has been dealt with." They informed Dumbledore.
"That is wonderful news. May I ask what it was?" Dumbledore asked in a grandfatherly tone.
"Cursed jewelry, hidden on the seventh floor." The Unspeakable answered before leaving without another word. Bellatrix left Hogwarts with Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem in a heavily warded lead box.
...
A seven-year-old Hadrian Potter looked out the window in awe. He was here. Atlantis. Hidden at the bottom of the ocean away from the rest of the world. Looking up he could see the dome of pure magic that kept the dark depths of the sea at bay. Orbs of pure light illuminated the teal blue buildings and streets below. From his position the young wizard could see a crystal clear stream with multiple bridges over it for each road. What Harry was most curious about was tubes of water that spread across the city.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" A young female voice asked from behind him in Atlantian.
Harry turned around and gasped. He had never seen an Atlantian until now. She looked like she had taken a more powerful version of gillyweed. She had gills along her neck and webbed hands and feet like someone using the plant, but she had small refective scales over her body, large eyes and extremely thin lips. "It is rude to stare." The girl scowled at him.
Harry blushed in embarasment. "Sorry. Who are you?"
"Aileen. Princess of Atlantis. And you are?" The girl responded while holding out her hand.
Harry lightly kissed her knuckles before responding. "Hadrian Potter, my lady. But everyone calls me Harry."
"I have heard of you. Son of James and Bellatrix Potter." A brunet girl cut in.
"And I have heard of you, Amber Flamel." Harry replied with a grin. Amber smiled in return.
"But do you know me?" A boy asked as he approached them. He had sandy blonde hair, amber eyes, and a few scars.
"Are you a werewolf?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I'm apart of a pack in Alaska called The Snow Prints." The boy replied. "My name's Mason by the way."
Over the next week, Harry got to know his 9 classmates, a bit of the history of Atlantis, and his five teachers; Azoron the devil, who's summoning sunk Atantis, and who's magic saved its citizens. Two ghosts, one was the wizard who summond Azoron and bound him to protect Atlantis and it's people, and the other the king who ordered him to do so, forbidon from passing on as an act of revenge. A dhampir and her demon/dhampir hybrid son.
It was definitely going to be an interesting 4 years.
...
Harry woke up with a groan. Sitting up in an extremely clean bed with white cover. As Harry regained his senses he noticed that the left side of his felt something on his face, particularly on the left side. He reaches up and brushes his hand across the material. He realizes it's a bandage and gasps as the memories come flooding back to him. The muggle studies professor, Professor Quirrell had tried to abduct the alchemy professor, Professor Hartwell. The last student of Nicholas Flamel. Harry had sounded the alarm by contacting his Farther and tried to stall Quirrell for as long as possible. Harry at first tried to pestering him with questions, but Quirrell had kept on walking with his disillusioned hostage floating behind him. Harry had inevitably let his temper get the better of him and fired a tripping jinx at the professor. Big mistake. Next thing Harry knew, he was dodging all kinds of nasty curses, before finally being struck by a flame whip in the face. He was lucky that McGonigal had arrived a second later, causing the professor to flee.
Harry began to search for his glasses by patting the nearby table.
"Let me." A familiar, soothing voice spoke up, and Harry immediately stopped moving.
Harry's glasses were soon slid onto his face. He looked up to his mother with a smile. "Thanks."
Harry was soon engulfed in a hug by his mother and his father soon joined in. It was roughly 10 minutes before Harry was allowed to separate from his parents. "What happened?" Harry asked.
James and Bellatrix shared a slight nod. Bellatrix immediately started to put up the best privacy wards she knew.
"Harry..." James began with a tone he rarely used. "...you can't tell anyone out of our family, understand?" Harry nodded immediately. "Voldemort's not dead."
...
"HARRY POTTER CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR'S WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP! SUCK IT SLYTHERIN!" Lee Jourdan screamed down the microphone in overwhelming excitement.
"Jourdan!" McGonagall scolded him while trying to beatdown her own joy.
13 year old, Hadrian Potter did a victory lap on his Firebolt with the snick still in hand. When he landed his teammates swarmed him. Fred George and Oliver hoisted him into the air. As soon as he was placed down, Angelina and Alica kissed him on the cheek. Harry only just caught a glimpse of Katie before she lunged at him. Her lips crashed into his, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry soon responded by kissing her back and wrapping his arms around her waist.
The cheering became even louder, ad Bellatrix watched with a satisfied smile.
When they separated there was a moment's silence between them before Katie spoke up. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She smiled.
"Probably as long as I have." Harry answered before pulling her close once more.
Set up took way longer than expected. I could've easily made it take another chapter, but I'll sprinkle the extra info throughout the story.