Chapter 27

"Harry, we're ready for… erm, that meeting?"

Harry looked up to see a very nervous Tracey at the door to his study. "I've spent the better part of my life trying to stop the bad guys." He said as he put down the journal on the spectacles Albus had given him. "Now I have to be one."

"You aren't the bad guy, Harry." She said seriously. "You are the one being threatened and attacked. You didn't threaten them, you didn't force them to do anything… that was all them."

"Still, it would be nice to be appreciated for something."

Tracey walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently on the lips. "You have four girls who very much appreciate everything you've done."

Harry gave her a soft smile and kissed her forehead. "I suppose I should take more time to enjoy the good things in my life instead of focusing on the issues."

"Absolutely. Now, where is your cape and crown?"

"Dobby has King Harry Potter Sir's things." The little elf said eagerly as he popped in.

"I won't be needing those, but thanks Dobby."

"Harry, you need to make an impression!" Tracey argued.

"Oh, I will." He assured her. "I will."


"Welcome to the first meeting of the High Council of Great Britain and her associated territories. Allow me to begin the introductions:

"We have Magorian, Chief of the Great Britain Centaurs.

"Ragnok, King of the Great Britain Goblins.

"Amelia Bones, Prime Minister of the magical humans of Great Britain.

"Dobby, Speaker of the Elves of Great Britain.

"Fergus, Head of the Leprechauns of Great Britain.

"David Burns, Prime Minister of the non-magical humans of Great Britain.

"And finally, me! High King Harry, ruler of all of Great Britain, its lands and denizens and its associated territories." Harry smiled at the group seated around the round table in Hogwart's Great Hall.

None of those seated wanted to be there.

Except Ragnok who was looking forward to the fireworks.

"Now then, just so everyone is clear: I ascended to the throne on Boxing Day of last year. I did so when I claimed the lost sword of King Arthur, Caledfwych.

"I hope we don't have to cover a lot in this meeting, or future ones for that matter. If we have a lot to cover then that means there are a lot of problems.

"Now then, Magorian, are there any problems for your people or things that they need?"

"You mean other than freedom from humans?" The large centaur sneered.

"Ragnok?"

"Still waiting on those enemies you promised." The Goblin King tapped the table with a hooked finger.

"I've got a lead on them. We'll have to discuss tactics later though when we have more time.

"Amelia?"

"I have a list longer than this table, Your Majesty." She said irritably. "I can handle most of the items but the issues with the non-magical government are not within my remit."

"We'll get to that one in a moment then.

"Dobby?"

"Elveses are happy King Harry Potter Sir. We's is having lots of cleaning to dos." The little guy said nervously.

"Excellent. Speak up if you think of something. That's an order, Dobby." Harry said pointedly.

Dobby nodded reluctantly.

"Fergus?" Harry queried the short man in green.

"Is this an insult boy? Sitting me next to the Elf?" The red haired man demanded.

"Dobby is putting Lucky Mans there so he and Dobby can see. Prime Minister Bonesy and Prime Minster Burnsy are still too big to see past." Dobby said indignantly.

"David!" Harry chipped in before the pair could devolve to fisticuffs. "You don't get to make requests or demands today. You will be lucky if you leave here a free man." Harry was not smiling. "I can understand that you might be sceptical of me being the new King. Unwilling to acknowledge me even."

Now Harry was glaring angrily at the man. "But you do not get to make threats against myself and my people. You do not get to disrespect me or my government.

"You are guilty of sedition and treason. It is only the fact that I am fed up with all strife in this country that you are not languishing in my dungeons!"

"If I may, Your Majesty?" Amelia stepped in.

Harry huffed in annoyance but gave her the go ahead.

"Mister Burns, in the event that you insult His Majesty or his government, or if you make any move that he would not approve of, we will come after you. You will find yourself, inexplicably, a resident of Azkaban Prison.

"If this continues we will go after your deputy and all those involved. Even the Queen, if she is party to this."

"And you just expect the British people to just kowtow to your dictatorship?" Burns sneered.

"Bring in the golem." Harry barked out.

The main doors opened and Hagrid walked in flanked by Dudley and Neville. Vincent and Gregory were behind them. Hagrid was pushing a pallet trolley with a mannequin on it.

"Thank you gentlemen." Harry nodded to the group who formed a line behind the pallet. Harry walked around the table to Burns who flinched. He yelped when Harry reached out and ripped a tuft of hair from the man's head.

"I know you are aware of charms, potions, transfiguration and the like. I am also fully aware that you have the ability to detect individuals using invisibility cloaks.

"This golem is your replacement." Harry placed the hair in the mouth of the golem and tapped it on the head with his wand.

The terror was clear on the muggle Prime Minister's face as the golem took on his form, naked as it was.

"Your memories can be copied into this replica." Harry explained. "It can be programmed to be completely loyal to me.

"I don't want to do this David." Harry said with a tired and sad look. "I don't want to have to take away your freedom. But I also can't have you as a threat to myself and my people.

"So… you have a choice. You go back to Downing Street. You gather who you need to and explain the situation to them. Then you go to your Queen and explain the situation to her. And you make sure that this-" He gestured to the replica. "Is never needed."

"And- " Burns swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. "And what is the situation?"

"I am the High King of Great Britain. You and your Queen serve at my pleasure. I have no real issues with how you have run your non-magical government but you failed abominably with regards to the magicals.

"Do something stupid and I will be forced to act. So, don't be stupid."

Harry tapped his wand on the man's chair, it glowed blue for a second before vanishing with its occupant.

"And this is what we can expect from humans?" Magorian sneered.

"Careful, I can always bring back the Acromantulas." Harry said warningly.


Harry was actually bored for the most part. Whilst he himself didn't attend classes the others did. He spent his days in the lab tinkering away whilst Terry would sit in the corner at a desk, reading the latest ideas from his club.

Speaking of the club, it had garnered international fame. The magical 'televisions' and other breakthroughs were spreading wildly. The inventors of the devices were signed into a special contract that protected their work and ensured they received royalties for anyone trying to sell it.

But it had gone further. Albus was receiving requests from his peers to join the club.

Harry, whilst pleased with Terry and the club's success, was not too thrilled about the name being spread. So he renamed it to the Royal Society of Innovation. When Terry had asked why it wasn't the 'Royal Society of Magical Innovation', Harry had pointed out that Dudley was a muggle and that a lot of the ideas were based on muggle inventions.

Harry's days weren't spent solely in his lab. He also spent time talking with Amelia. As she was already a fairly high-ranking member of the government before, she knew how things worked and was able to change things slowly but effectively.

There had been one small point of contention between the King and his Prime Minister.

"I don't bloody care if it's tradition! I don't want my face on that crap."

"Harry, I can swing a lot of changes, but having the muggle queen's face on our money is not going to go down well with those born into our world." Amelia glared at him as they sat in her office.

"So put something else on. Put a wand and sword on them. A picture of Hogwarts. Use Blinky, Ember and Hedwig. It doesn't have to be my face."

"Harry-"

"Amelia! In less than a century I'll be dead! You'll have to change the damned picture again! Phoenixes are eternal. Owls represent wisdom. Snakes… are pretty damned cool."

"Harry, I'm overruling you."

"Why do people insist that I'm in charge?!"


"Harry, Madam Bones just sent a message; Colonel O'Neill has just arrived at the Ministry with a bunch of politicians." Gemma informed him in his study. "Oh… I didn't realise-"

"Relax Gemma, meet the New Zealand Moutohora Macaws and their mascot, Sparky. This is their Captain, Hemi Pokana." Harry gestured to the large group of hulking men dressed in midnight black robes.

And their phoenix.

"This is Gemma Farley, part of my family and one of the people who holds my leash." Harry informed the men with a grin. "Gemma, tell Amelia we'll meet in the Great Hall in ten minutes."

"Yes Harry." She said nervously. She turned for the door before she turned back and quickly curtsied to Harry.

As the door closed he banged his head on the table.

"She is a very lovely child." The leader of the Macaws said with a confused look at Harry's actions.

"She's one of the best." Harry's voice was muffled by his face embedded on the desk. He looked up and brushed his fringe off his forehead. "But she should not be curtsying to me in my own home! Which is also her home!"

"Probably our fault boss." One of the older men addressed his leader with a grimace. "We did come here all gussied up."

"Well, you've made it clear how you want to be treated, so we can help set an example if you want." The leader offered Harry.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked gravely as he stood from his desk. "I haven't told the others, but I don't really expect to have a long life expectancy out there. I'm ill-equipped, ill-informed and ill-prepared."

"This is what we've trained for, Harry. We enjoy a good game of Quidditch but we are warriors. Sparky always warned us that being a part of this team was in preparation for something very dangerous yet very important. We might not know the details, but we certainly know the possible consequences."

"Well, then you can come and sit in on this meeting. Colonel O'Neill is one of the soldiers that came tumbling through my Astria Porta the other day. Incidentally, they call it the 'Stargate'.

"We had no luck getting a response from the Americans as they disavowed any knowledge of the men. One of them though, had the idea to send them back to their portal. I've just been waiting for them to get in contact with me."

Harry led them out of his quarters and into the hallway. They headed down to the Great Hall.

They were greeted by Amelia, O'Neill and the Americans.

"Your Majesty, may I introduce Ambassador Li of the American Magical Government, Ambassador Jones of the American Muggle Government and of course, you already know Colonel O'Neill, United States Air Force.

"Gentlemen, this is His Royal Highness, King Harry of Great Britain." Amelia and Jack both bowed, Ambassador Li gave a very slight bow and Jones remained rigid.

The men behind Harry scowled at the Ambassadors. "Good to see you made it home safely, Colonel."

"Yeah… thanks for that. Would have been nice to know you'd tied a message to me." Jack said dryly.

"Your Majesty?" Amelia queried.

"I wrote a message that pretty much said to contact the British Magical Government. I then tied a muggle-notice-me-not charm to it. I figured the Colonel would run into a magical at some point, even if he didn't realise it." Harry had a smug look on his face.

"You wrote it in permanent marker!"

"Well it would have been pointless if you'd washed it off too soon!"

"Could we move this along?" Ambassador Li said irritably. "I do have more important work to do."

"More important than protecting the planet, and thereby America, from alien invasion and subjugation?" Harry asked with narrowed eyes?"

Li just rolled his eyes, he was clearly unconvinced and unimpressed.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?" Ambassador Li was surprised at the flat order.

"Leave. Immediately. You are not welcome in my home or in my presence. Quite frankly I don't even want you in my country.

"Do something about that, will you Amelia?"

"Maaka, Jacobs, escort the Ambassador to the Ministry. Wait with him there until Prime Minster Bones and Ambassador Jones can join him." Hemi ordered his men.

"Amelia, gentlemen, this is Hemi Pokana, Captain of the Moutohora Macaws. They have volunteered to join my people in defending Earth from invasion." Harry introduced them.

Amelia recognised the Quidditch Team. But she kept quiet as to that fact.

Harry turned and entered the Hall, the large double doors opening on their own for him.

Instead of the Round Table there was a simple long table. Harry moved to the head of the table where a large ornate chair waited for him. Amelia sat at his right and he invited Hemi to sit at his left.

Hemi gestured for his men to sit on Amelia's side, this left his side for the Colonel and the Ambassador. They recognised the power play, but didn't comment.

"Well then gentlemen." Harry addressed the Americans. "Part of the reason I wanted you to contact me was to inform you that you cannot use your portal."

Ambassador Jones cleared his throat with a scowl. "Your Majesty, I'm not sure if you realise this but, the United States of America is a free and independent country. We do not take orders from others."

Harry saw that Jack was trying not to wince.

"I am well versed on history, Ambassador." He said with a smirk. "I suppose you could ignore my advice and continue to use your portal. Just bear in mind, it will be a one way trip through for those you send."

"If I may, your Majesty?" Jack spoke up quickly.

Harry nodded.

"Ambassador, King Harry has extensive knowledge of the Stargate system and how it works. So long as his gate is up and ready, all incoming connections will go to his gate. Anyone who we send through ours will arrive back on Earth through his."

The Ambassador frowned in thought. "My advisors did mention this scenario. They also recommend that you either turn your gate over to us or that you shut it down. America is better equipped to handle this type of technology."

"How would you know?" Hemi asked calmly.

Jones clearly thought it was obvious. "We have the money, the man power, the technology and the experience."

"I have no need to worry about money. I have entire species working with me. I understand and use the technology used to create the Astria Porta intrinsically and… I have far more experience than you and your government."

"We have been to the moon."

"So have I. I have a house up there."

"I wasn't joking, Sir." Jones said sternly. "The United States of America has one of the most advanced space programs on the planet."

"I wasn't joking either. I have a house up there. I can travel from Earth to the moon in minutes. It takes you days! You've been to two planets.

"I've been to two galaxies. I've visited numerous planets and met and developed relationships with two alien cultures."

"Think before you speak, Ambassador." Hemi said quietly. Everyone could see the man building up a head of steam.

Jones took a deep breath. "I don't think you understand the situation-"

"Sure I do. You Americans found the portal in Egypt decades ago. You recently managed to get it to work. Your first action was to send through a bunch of soldiers with a nuclear device.

"You then proceeded to pick a fight with the leader of the current rulers of the majority of the galaxy. You killed him and tried to go home. You didn't even begin to think that a species capable of interstellar travel would be capable of tracking down the miscreants who killed their boss. Who, incidentally, was family to some of them.

"Sound about right?"

"Without context, yes." The Ambassador muttered irritably.

"What was the context?" Hemi asked.

"Threat assessment."

"Threat assessment?"

"Yes. We need to determine if there were imminent threats to our safety on the other side of the stargate."

Hemi turned to Harry. "Decades ago?"

"In 1928, an American Professor had the portal dug up. It had been buried since about 3000 B.C."

Hemi turned back to Jones. "Imminent threats?"

"As Colonel O'Neill reported, mere days after he arrived this 'Ra' landed on the planet." Jones retorted.

Hemi turned back to Harry.

"It was a regular visit to collect the tribute from his slaves." Harry shrugged.

Hemi turned back to Jones. "Would it be possible to talk to someone from the American government who will speak plainly and not twist the facts?" He asked calmly.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Jones stood up angrily.

He was a bit worried when Hemi's men instantly stood up in response.

"If he doesn't, I will." Harry said calmly. "I honestly don't know why you are bothering to lie, though. I know everything that happened because I spoke to the Abydonians and Dr Jackson."

"Jackson is dead. You wizards think you can raise the dead now?" Jones scoffed.

The group turned in shock as one of the younger members of Hemi's team burst out into hysterical laughter.

The man next to him held him steady and looked deeply into his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. "He was remembering the published story of His Majesty and the details surrounding the last Dark Lord that King Harry dispatched."

"There was only the one." Harry grumbled uncomfortably.

"You did kill him more than once." Amelia said sympathetically.

"Fine." Harry stood up abruptly causing the Ambassador to flinch. O'Neill stood in respect. "Ambassador, here is the bottom line: If you send your people through the portal, don't expect them to come back.

"Colonel, if you can find someone a bit more mature to talk with, feel free to make another appointment, otherwise, you and your men have a standing offer to work for me.

"Gentlemen, Lady Amelia, I will see you in a bit."

And with that, Harry apparated out.

"And that is why it is a bad idea to cater to the whims of a child." Ambassador Jones said smugly.

"His M- You know what, Harry was right." Amelia sighed before turning to O'Neill. "Come back when you can prove your government is worth talking to. In the meantime, Ambassador Jones and Ambassador Li are ordered to leave our lands."

"Madam Bones, we will be using our Stargate. We will expect our men to return home to us. Failure to do so will see relations between our countries deteriorate dramatically." Jones threatened.

"You made a comment about catering to the whims of a child, yes?" Hemi asked offhandedly.

"If you weren't trying to please the brat-"

"Yes, you made your views clear." Hemi interrupted. "This country is thousands of years old. The United States is just over two hundred. Tell us again how it is a bad idea to cater to the whims of children."

Jack O'Neill could only stand there and wince as the Ambassador dug his own grave. The Colonel was escorted off the grounds by Hemi's men. He felt very uncomfortable carrying the Ambassador in his trouser pocket.


"Lady Gemma, it is good to see you again."

"Oh, I'm not a Lady." Gemma blushed as she was confronted the large New Zealander. Fortunately, Hemi was on his own at the moment.

"His Majesty, I'm sure, would differ." Hemi just smiled kindly at her. "Speaking of the king, do you know where I might find him?"

Gemma frowned as she opened her notebook. "I thought he was in a meeting with Madam Bones and the Americans." She turned to the back where there was a copy of the Marauder's Map. It was a gift from Remus and Sirius to help her with her self-assigned role as Harry's assistant.

"Oh dear."

"Is there a problem?"

"I don't think Har- His Majesty will be up for meeting right now." She somehow managed to blush and pale at the same time.

"Should we call for help?" Hemi asked as he drew his wand.

"Oh no!" She said quickly. "He is just… blowing off some steam."

Hemi paused, he had a look of a man trying to figure out the best way to ask something. "Love or war?" He eventually asked.

Gemma lost the paleness and went for a full blush.


Despite being the reigning monarch, Harry still sat at the Slytherin table for meals. Of course, house tables didn't mean much as people sat with their friends.

Still, Harry tensed as two warm bodies plopped themselves on either side of him and chirped in unison: "Hello Harry."

"Honestly! I don't have anything to do the summer travel plans!" Harry told the two girls, Lavender and Pavarti. "I barely spend any time traveling with you anyway."

"Oh, we aren't here about that." Lavender said sweetly.

Harry looked from side to side at each of the girls. They were dressed in very flattering dresses with a fair amount of makeup. He was sure he had just seen one of them flutter her eyebrows at him and he knew Lavender wasn't wearing a bra.

"You know Harry, you and Fleur looked amazing at the Yule Ball." Pavarti commented. "So did your other girls."

Harry looked at her with narrowed, wary eyes.

"Did you think they looked beautiful?" Lavender asked, causing him to turn to her.

"Girls, before we continue this… whatever the hell you call it, answer me a question: During the past few summers, did you get to go to a place you chose?" Harry asked.

Lavender frowned, Pavarti looked a bit guilty.

"Of course." Lavender thought it was a dumb question.

"Right, so if you know I am not going to do something nasty when you ask for something, why not just get on with it instead of doing… this?"

"We want another ball!" Pavarti was blushing madly as Harry looked at her in amusement… as did most of the other occupants of the table. Lavender was glaring at her.

"You want dancing and all that?" Harry prompted.

She just nodded mutely.

"Well… I don't know a damned thing about that sort of thing." Harry rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Go ask Dumbledore or Perenelle. They might know how the one at Christmas was set up. That or they know who did it."

"It was set up by the Ministry, Harry." Pansy spoke up. "Likely by the Department of International Cooperation."

"Sounds like a bit much to have them involved." Harry commented. "Stick with Albus. You can use the castle as a venue as long as you make sure it isn't already booked. When were you thinking of?"

"We were hoping for at least two." Lavender spoke up eagerly, her ire at her friend forgotten. "Christmas and end of year."

"Yeah… see Albie."

Throughout the hall, murmurs spread and excitement grew as word of another ball was disbursed. Girls loved the dancing and dresses and boys had zero complaints about the dancing girls in dresses.

Harry was silently making plans to visit Atlantis on whatever dates they chose.


"The muggles are throwing another hissy fit." Amelia grumbled as she joined Harry in his study a few days later. "They are saying that we can't arbitrarily kick someone out of the country."

"Yes. I can." Harry said simply. "Might want to ask them if they want me to prove it."

"Politically, Harry. We all know that you have the means." She sighed. "The American government is demanding an explanation, both muggle and wiggle."

Harry allowed himself a small smile. His work on the word 'wiggle' was taking root. "This is a sovereign nation. They can 'demand' all they want. I'll think about answering when they start 'politely asking'."

"As my muggle counterpart pointed out, the Americans could retaliate with political moves."

"Like what?" Harry scoffed. "They can't do anything in the muggle world because they would have to reveal magic and the whole alien invasion deal. The invasion is why they can't do it in the magical world.

"If they attempt to place embargos and crap then they will have to explain why."

"And what if they do?" Amelia prompted.

"You saw those arrogant bastards, Amelia." Harry sneered in memory. "They think they are entitled. If they released that info then they would be in a political battle with every country for control of the portals. They won't want that. They want the gate for themselves, they probably think they can get advanced technology from it."

"It's a big risk Harry. We are already on edge with our own muggle government, we can't afford to annoy others."

"Honestly, what can they do? Invade? Secrecy destroyed. Embargos? I've got access to the entire galaxy to trade with. Political pressure? I can show the world my memories of what the Americans did with the Stargate.

"Now, think about what they lose out on: Access to technology and ideas that my friends are coming up with, access to the rest of the universe. As long my portal is active, they can't do a thing. I also don't need the portal as my space ships and portals can take me anywhere in the galaxy… or universe."

"And if they decide this is worth going to war over?" Amelia pressed.

"Then remind them that their strongest weapons would be incapable of avoiding civilians. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the Americans did both of those.

"I don't have weapons, but if I had to, I could easily fly a ship into orbit and then drop heavy objects on their military positions and cause next to no civilian casualties."

Amelia sagged in the armchair, Harry could see this was causing her a lot of stress.

"It hasn't come to anything more than name calling." Harry assured her. "If necessary I can ask Hemi if he could get support from his government. I know Penny can get support from Northern Europe and Toyotama-hime and Yoshiko can work on Japan.

"By the time they are finished we will invite the Americans to the negotiation table and they will be on one side and we and our allies on the other."

"What if the other countries want to use the portal themselves?" Amelia asked tiredly.

"Denied. Point blank. The only reason I keep mine active is to prevent the other one being used and so I can study it. My own portals and ships are much safer. If they want to travel the universe they can go through my devices, as long as they follow my rules."

They sat there in silence for a moment.

"Amelia, stop doing this yourself." Harry chastised her gently. "Let me assemble a team to handle this part. They can report to you and make recommendations."

She looked at him with a glare. "I'll form the team. Knowing you it will consist of Hagrid, Ragnok and the fiercest creatures they can find."

Harry tried to look offended.

It would have helped if she hadn't been more than half right.