Chaos of the Potter Family

Me: Backstory establishment. Oh boy.

Tyene: Relax. You've done this in other stories, and it did fine.

Me: I hope it still works alright.

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Chapter 5: Atlantis and Mu

"You're sure that Dumbledore doesn't know you're the one kicking him and his lackies out?" Tracey asked as she, Luna, and Harry picked their way through the massive library that had been concealed by a hidden door in Grimmauld Place's basement.

"He only knows that it's connected to the Will." Harry promised, though he sounded a bit distracted as he ran his fingers across the dusty shelves. "Griphook and Miss Hydra assured me of the confidentiality. Besides, as far as he knows I'm still in Little Whinning, thrill seeking on the motorcycle to deal with my feelings."

"That man really doesn't believe you could handle it well, does he?" Luna asked.

Harry snorted. "He's always treated me like a child." He responded. "Carefully nurtured, and needing to be lead around by the hand. I don't think he respects me enough to think that I might be doing more. Of course, I'd be stupid not to be careful, so once I've found the books Ayla pointed out I'm heading back to the apartment." He glanced around and said, "You two are welcome to join me, if you wish to."

"Gwen sent me a letter about how much she loved the pool in the 'exercise room'," Tracey said, sounding like she was attempting to pronounce foreign words. "Would it be possible for me to try it myself?"

"You don't have to ask. Just say the word," Harry said, earning a smile from his second betrothed. It still felt weird to think of her and Daphne like that – the political arrangements made more sense in Harry's head at the moment, since he had so little experience with the fairer sex, not counting Hermione.

Harry involuntarily winced when he thought about Hermione's potential reaction to discovering he had more than one engagement ring. He could almost hear the shriek splitting his ears. She has an image of the world in her mind, and she doesn't like shifting it does she? He thought to himself. He walked further down the narrow bookshelves, examining the titles.

The further back he went, the fewer were written in English. There was Old English, French, Latin, Galic, and even Ancient Greek. Luna joined him after a minute of stunned staring to identify each language the further back he went. It was amazing that many of these books were in as good a condition as they were, considering their potential age – each one seemed a bit more delicate than the last, and more dust coated.

"Somebody in the Black ancestry was a very dedicated librarian," Harry muttered in awe as Luna removed one text written entirely in Ancient Greek, dating back to the Roman Empire.

"Not all of them were politicians," Tracey commented, her voice floating from two shelves over. "It's kind of cool, I gotta admit. I don't know when the last time was that I saw this many different books all in one place..."

Harry went back further and came across a glass stand and casing, like from a Museum. It contained one book, again written in an unfamiliar language. "That's one of the ones you were looking for," Luna said before waving her wand and casting a translation spell.

Atlantis Queen, the book read.

"Then we've found it! Great, thanks Luna." Harry gently removed the glass screen and picked up the book with both hands. It was heavy and extremely long; big enough to serve as a doorstop for a less careful and historically minded person. "That's a pretty useful spell...could you teach me?"

"Sure. If I can see the pool first." Luna said with a small smile.

"Harry!" Tracey emerged from around the corner a moment later. "I found Mu's Gates! That's one of the ones you wanted right?"

"Yeah! That just leaves one more. Thank you Trace." Tracey handed him the book, which had a black cover and its title written in silver. A thought brought him up short. "Do you think the Potter line book will be here? And if it isn't, where would I find it?"

Tracey frowned. "Good point. Well, it couldn't hurt to have a look around for a little longer."

It took about another ten minutes, but as it turned out the book on the Potter line was there. It was sitting right underneath a frozen oil painting of a tall, black haired girl with silver eyes, dressed in slender white armour with a sword strapped to her side. Standing next to her was a man with green eyes and very dark red hair, dressed in dark clothes, sharply contrasting the woman he was standing next to. Yet they were wearing matching rings.

"Who are they?" Harry wondered.

Luna leaned forward, lightly brushing her fingers across the dusty dedication engraved on a silver staple "Lord Sir Luce Charles Potter, and his wife, Lady Dame Shirley Nadia Black. 650 – 845, 656 – 850. Prince and Lady Knight in Mu."

"Mu again..." Harry whispered.

"I think these may be ancestors of yours, Harry." Tracey said with quiet awe. Harry gazed up at the image, Shirley's warm but serious expression and Luce's dark, calculated eyes. The diamond ring on her finger was very similar to the one he had given Tracey just a few days ago. "I wonder why it's just an oil painting instead of a moving one."

"It must have been a personal choice," Harry said. Internally, he couldn't help but wish this had been a moving painting. Being able to speak to his ancestors...the advice they could have given him would have been something else. "I...I wonder if we'll be able to move this painting to the house I choose later."

"I don't see why not." Tracey said. "The house elves could probably move it for you without threatening to damage it."

Harry looked up into his ancestor's eyes for a moment before saying, "Yeah, thanks." Turning on his heel, carefully sliding the two history books under his arm, he started heading towards back to the entrance to the basement stairwell.

**~Later, back at Harry's Apartment~**

Harry took a long pull from a glass of pepsi before leaning back against the headboard of his bed in the two three room apartment he had rented. Open in his hand was The Potter Monarchy. He had gone through ten pages now, and he was completely engrossed in the history that he was learning.

~~The Beginning of a Line~~

The Potter family, at the very beginning, had not been born into royalty. Originally, they were simple potters, hard workers who lived in the lower city rings of Mu's many cities.

Mu, the ancient wizard empire that floated in the sky. Thousands of years ago, it ruled a third of the world, alongside Atlantis and Europa. Their origins were so old that no one is quiet sure when they came into existence. It is generally accepted that the civilized world is much older than the muggles believe, even the brilliant memories of wizards can only extend so far.

However, the history of the Potter line and the beginning of their monarchy, is remembered clearly. In 1,000 BC, the Potter family consisted of mother Jasmine Potter and her protective, hardworking son, Suzumaru. Jenny had fallen in love with an Atlantis warrior, who died during a skirmish. Without much income, the two sold decorative pottery for a living. Suzumaru loved his mother, and was a fairly talented, if reckless, fighter. He defended his mother from unwanted suitors and loan shark creditors.

At this particular point in time, Europa was ruled by the Gaunts. The family patriarch and king wanted to rule the whole world, and to that end had sent several assassins into Mu, with orders to strike the Mu royal family, the Abhorans, during the Moon Festival.

When the festival arrived, Suzumaru went into town with hopes of selling more of his work. A day into the ceremony, the Abhorans arrived in the lower city; the king Samuel, his wife Saldana, his consort Marianne Abbott, and Marianne's daughter Europhia.

Abbot? Like Hannah Abbot...from school? That same Abbott?

Europhia, a lover of the arts, strayed from her mother's side and found herself walking by Suzumaru's table. By accounts, the young man was instantly taken with her. It was at this time when the Gaunt assassins struck, manging to kill Saldana and severely wound Samuel. However, when they turned towards Europhia, that proved to be their undoing.

Suzumaru leapt to the princess's defence, taking on the varying assassins himself. Eyewitnesses put the number of assailants from three to fourteen. Suzumaru took them all on and successfully defeated them before the entire kingdom. Samuel Abhorans was impressed enough that, once he was well enough to stand, he made Suzumaru a knight and assigned him to officially protect his only heir.

The Gaunts, knowing they had injured the king, decided to make another attempt for a duel throne by offering the family's younger son Magnus in marriage to Europhia. Samuel moved to accept the proposal over his daughter's protests – she had fallen in love with her Knight when he rescued her. Magnus and his two elder brothers, Andres and Charles, arrived a week later. However, their plan was to assassinate the king and take over by force by opening the gates of the city in the middle of the night.

However, Mangus, the white sheep of the Gaunt family, ended up defying his family by striking up a friendship with Suzumaru and eventually confined his family's schemes to him. So when the wedding day arrived, the twosome fought against the elder Gaunt princes and sounded the alarm, bringing the army to reinforce the gates.

Following that attack and her father's death which resulted from a spell and shock, Europhia chose to marry Suzumaru, marking the start of the Potter legacy.

Harry let out a long breath, pressing his fingers against the page. So that's what it meant to be a lord? He wondered. That's where the idea of "Lords" came from? Actual royalty?

Mu, Atlantis and Europa all had something in common – they were supposed ancient civilizations that muggles believed were just myths. But according to what he had read so far, they actually existed in reality – as wizard ruled empires. Empires with legacies so powerful, no amount of obliviate had erased it from even the common people's minds.

Harry skimmed lightly through the next chapter. About three generations later, he hit up on the title that Daphne had spoken to him about. Lady Knight.

~~Joanna Potter, the first Lady Knight of Mu~~

Joanna Potter was the eldest daughter of the Potter family when war broke out again, this time against insurgency. Seline Gaunt, great granddaughter of Magnus, had stumbled bleeding onto the palace doorsteps, pleading for help. Her family's most powerful retainers had attempted a coup, killing her father and brothers. So she turned to her friend and ally for assistance.

Joanna swore that she would place Seline back on the Europa throne. Her father, however, was against it, having frowned upon the Gaunt's use of dark magic. Enfuriated by his refusal, Joanna declared herself a knight with her own authority and stormed out of the palace, sword and magic in hand.

Calling upon her most loyal servant, Delilah Greengrass, and her fellow Princess Cordelia Black, Joanna lead a surgical, vicious strike into the heart of Europa where the traitorous retainers were holed up with their bought allies. Having snuck in under the cover of night, Joanna caught the family by surprise and a viciously one sided battle ensued.

In the end, Joanna, Delilah and Cordelia placed Seline back on the throne. The family that betrayed her was purged, leaving only the three children because the women would not hurt innocents. However, so their treachery would always be remembered, that family's name was changed to Malfoy – a warning that they were faithless, and not to be trusted.

Upon her return, Joanna's father acknowledged her tactical brilliance and what she achieved. He allowed her to keep her self-given Knight title, handing some military power over to the women in the family which hadn't really been done before.

Joanna would go on to knight Delilah for her loyalty, and Cordelia would eventually bring the practice over to her family and Atlantis several years later. It helped that Delilah married Cordelia's brother, Jace.

~Line Break

Harry let out a breath, lowering the book slightly. So that's what Daphne was alluding to? With Riddle on the horizon, that makes some sense. Ayla said that she'd have a good mind in the military. His lip twitched. I'd have to give her forces for that to work out.

Voldemort had his death eaters. Dumbledore had the Order, but they were under equipped and in hiding, instead of standing out in the open and facing them.

Harry himself had the DA. They had stood behind him no matter what, and the core members had followed him into the Ministry trap. They were all young like him, and Harry would rather not bring his fellow students into the dangerous war against Voldemort. However, Harry also knew that they were likely to get drawn into it anyway. This war involved their families, their parents, and their futures. Umbridge would love to throw every single muggleborn under the bus if it was within her power, that much Harry knew.

I can pretend to be neutral, Harry thought, but show my true self to them. The DA kept saying that they trusted me and would follow my lead. It's a possibility...I should probably talk about it with Gwen and my wives.

Wives. Plural. Harry let out a nervous laugh as he thought about it. He could only hope that he would be able to handle it.

"How's the history learning coming along?" Guinevere asked, emerging from the doorway with a magazine in her hand.

Harry sighed and rubbed his head. "I'm starting to understand some concepts behind the pure blood lordship, but there's still a huge timespace between the beginnings of those practices and what exists now. But I just found out some unsurprising things about the Malfoys."

"What's that?" Guinevere asked, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

"They were power hungry back in the days before the medieval era." Harry said. "They got the name 'Malfoy' after attempting to usurp rulership of Europa."

"Molly and Arthur used to tell me bedtime stories about Europa, Mu and Atlantis." Guinevere recalled with a small smile. "They called them the Three Cornerstones of Wizard history. The stories are so old that even some of us have forgotten them. My favourite story was always Europhia and Suzumaru."

Harry chuckled and raised the book up. "Well, now you've got a printed version."

Guinevere smiled brightly in response. Harry placed the book on the nightstand and asked, "How's Tracey taking to the pool?"

"She's obsessed with the diving board." Guinevere said. "I think we'll need a pool in our official Manor. Have you looked around for that?"

"I've done some searching, and a couple places look promising. I just want everyone to get a good look at it before I decide anything." Harry responded. He gestured over to the desktop computer sitting on the table in the living room. "Tell me what you think so far, if you'd like."

Guinevere got up and walked over. Harry had walked her through how to use a computer a few days ago, and she was unsurprisingly fascinated. "Arthur would probably drool if he saw this," she remarked with her usual twinge of both uncertainty and sadness when she talked about her adoptive family. "Harry, I saw something in this magazine in the 'game section'. What's a 'Super Nintendo'?"

Harry blinked, and chuckled. He couldn't quite help it. "Oh, I think you'd like that. It's a game system that you attach to the TV, and switch out varying cartridges to play a variety of games." He glanced at the magazine she had been holding. "Was there a particular one mentioned?"

"I think it was called Super Mario," Guinevere responded, her brow furrowed slightly.

"There's a classic." Harry said. Dudley had started sharing his games after his cousin came home from school, so Harry had actually experienced it in the moments he could rouse himself out of his depression. "Dudley could probably loan you his copy if you asked."

"First I'd have to get Luna off the TV." Guinevere said jokingly. "She's still glued to the couch. The last time I checked, she was trying to binge watch all the Disney movies. She's on Dumbo now."

"Lovely." Harry chuckled. Glancing at his clock, he said, "Hey, I was planning to go out to Godric's Hollow and see our parent's tombstones. You don't have to come if you don't want, but would you like to?"

Guinevere blinked and turned away from the computer to look at him. Her brown eyes became clouded over, a mixture of emotions flitting across her face. After a moment, she stood up and said, "You know...yeah. I think I want to do that."

**~An Hour Later~**

Godric's Hollow

The air was cool and the sun was beginning to set as Harry and Guinevere stepped off the Knight Bus at Godric's Hollow. The sky was cast in pinks, violets, and golds, painting the air and atmosphere as they passed through the iron gates and headed into the town. For a summer night, it was very temperate, a cold wind giving Guinevere a mild chill. Harry offered her his sweater, which she took with a small, grateful smile.

Their feet crunched on the twigs and gravel as they walked through the streets. Godric's Hollow was a quiet place, with few people who still lived there. However, there was still a shop open, which Guinevere stopped at to buy several flowers and a small jewel case, which she payed for with the money from her vault.

A few minutes walk, the siblings came to the hamlet's graveyard. Guinevere froze up for a moment, staring across the varying tombstones, her fingers tightening slightly. Her brother looked at her, but before he could speak Guinevere started walking forward again. Her eyes had fallen on a large slab with much writing on it, overlooked by an angel.

Slowly, carefully, Guinevere knelt in front of the stone monolith. Here lie James Charles Potter and Lily Marian Potter. There were all sorts of written phrases along the sides of the wooden plates and others laying around the grave, expressing their sorrow at the loss, and giving encouragement to the Boy Who Lived.

Gently Guinevere placed the flowers on the grave, before taking out the jewel case and placing it there as well. She took a couple shaky breaths as Harry walked up behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Slowly, she began to talk.

"Hello...mum. Dad. I, uh...I haven't been here before, and I'm sorry about that. I...I hadn't known the truth till a little while ago. I thought I was a Weasley. I...I wonder if you wanted me to go and be hidden with another family. If you did, I want you to know that...that I'm grateful. For keeping me safe." A few tears dripped down her face. "I...I just wish I had known. I've always admired your final story...yet I didn't know anything about the rest of your life."

Guinevere's hand shook slightly. "I wish I could have grown up with you." She whispered. "That I could have grown up with Harry. I..." She took a deep breath. "I miss you. Both of you. I..." She let out a small sob.

Harry knelt down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. The girl shivered, and finally burst into small, gentle sobs. The two remained there for a little while, simply sharing their grief.

~Line Break~

"You okay now?"

Guinevere nodded slowly. "Yes. I...I think I feel a little better than before, to be honest." She stood up, Harry right behind her. "I'm thankful for that."

"I've wanted to come out here for a while." Harry said. "I think it was worth it."

His eyes drifted across the graveyard, before he let out a small noise of surprise. "What is it?" Guinevere asked. Harry pointed across the field, where a young woman was kneeling in the grass. She looked very familiar.

It was Pansy Parkinson.

~Line Break~

Pansy locked her fingers together, kneeling in front of the weathered tombstone. Her eyes were almost closed, silently willing herself not to cry. She was a Slytherin. She did not show emotion. She did not show weakness. Lightly she reached out and brushed her fingers along the name. Aileen Parkinson.

Her aunt. The only person who had really been a mother to her. Sarah Essin/Parkinson didn't count; she never had any time for Pansy. She was a cold hearted social climber, and Pansy loathed her. Aileen had been the last person that she had allowed herself to love.

There was no place for love in Slytherin.

That muggleborn man. He had stolen Aileen's life. Pansy's fingers clenched. The familiar rush of anger and pain strangled her chest.

"Pansy? Is that you?"

Pansy got to her feet and turned around. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter were both staring at her. Her heart tightened; what where they doing here?

"Potter. Weasley. What are you doing here?" She snapped.

"My parents are buried here." Harry responded. He was looking oddly at her; it was as if he was seeing her differently than he ever had before. It made her wary. "I didn't realize you had family here too."

Pansy grimaced. Owen's words rang in her mind. She didn't consider herself part of our family. "I don't." She responded.

"Oh?" Ginny said, frowning. She pointed at the stone. "The stone says Aileen Parkinson. That's your name, isn't it? Why would you come out here to visit a stranger?"

"It's none of your business." Pansy fired off, agitated. She hated it when people saw her like this. Especially people like Potter. Then, almost despite herself, she muttered, "She was my aunt."

"...I'm sorry for your loss." Harry said.

"No you aren't." Pansy muttered.

"Why on earth would I lie about something like that?" Harry asked, biting hard against any feeling of exasperation. Pansy's eyes were troubled. He didn't want to set her off.

"People like you don't pity people like me." Pansy responded, her voice harsh and firm as if stating a fact. "You hate me."

"I never hated you." Harry responded quietly. "Sure, you've hung out with Draco a lot, but that's just aggravating. I don't have any hatred of you."

"You're a half blood."

"No. I'm a person." Harry responded. "And so are you." Pansy looked up sharply at him. Her eyes were a very dark blue, framed by wavy heather brown hair. "That's the only way I think of people. That's all I see when I look at you. A person."

"..." Pansy stared at him for a second, before abruptly turning around and walking away, her gait nervous and hurried.

End Chapter

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