DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.
IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional.
Author's Note: I had up to Chapter 50 of this story written and even posted on YourFanFiction, but due to a couple of corrupted memory sticks and the apparent closing of the website, I'm going to have to rewrite the fourth and fifth years completely. Because of this, it might be a lot longer between updates, but on the other hand, I am on holidays from university so have plenty of time to write, so I can put more time into this. Please stay tuned for further updates...
Chapter Thirty Two: Heirs and Servants
'It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember?' Barty Crouch Junior (as Alastor Moody), Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Warner Bros.)
Location: King's Cross railway station, Camden & Islington, London, England, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
Prince Andrew, Duke of York, carrying his son, Prince John, passed through the barrier onto the magical Platform Nine and Three Quarters behind the group of young royals who were off to Hogwarts once again. He winced as his two daughters, Bea and Genie, who had begged to join him in seeing their cousins off, ran around at high speed, seriously testing out his mother's notice-me-not charms. As the Queen's second son peered through the smoke and steam on the platform for the rowdy royal brood, be reminisced privately about the times he had at Hogwarts, him, the Marauders...and his dear twin sister Lily. Andrew finally snapped out of it and caught up to his daughters, niece and nephews.
Andrew, Bea, Genie and Jphn watched as the scarlet Hogwarts Express pulled away from the station, smiling as Genie called out to her cousins, 'Bye Jamie! Bye Lulu! Bye Zar-zar! Bye Wills!', running alongside the train for a few metres before stopping and waving wildly.
Meanwhile, in their usual compartment, which was unofficially christened "The Royal Compartment", Harry, Lucy and Wills laughed uproariously at Zara's obvious annoyance at her second youngest cousin calling her Zar-zar.
'C'mon Zar-zar...' Harry started, pausing to snort before continuing. '...just remember Great-Grandma still calls Grandmum Lillibet.'
'I know...but...it's Zar-zar, it's not like Zara is even that hard to say.' Zara defended as the royals were as usual joined by Hermione, Neville, Susan, Daphne, Hannah and Ginny.
'Hey Zar!' Ginny greeted her classmate, looking puzzled as Harry, Lucy and Wills burst out laughing again. 'What did I say?' she asked, getting no response from the cackling teens.
Soon after the teens had settled down, they were joined by Wills' best friend, the "Newburian Beauty" Kate Middleton, so dubbed by Wills' father, mainly because it annoyed him no end, vehemently denying that he liked Kate in that way, who soon pulled Wills off to one side, heads together, both speaking rapid fire about each other's summers, neither noticing the smirks on Harry and Zara's face, nor the fact that Lucy was barely able to contain a giggle.
Soon the group got settled into their various little conversations, Harry, Lucy, Susan, Daphne and Hermione having an animated conversation about the Wizenagamot, Hannah and Neville about Herbology, Zara and Ginny about classes, and goodness knows what Wills and Kate were talking about.
Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
'Welcome to another year at Hogwarts.' Dumbledore's speech started after the new students had been sorted and the feast had come to an end. 'This year will be a year of change at Hogwarts in many ways. Firstly, and unfortunately, Professor and Mister Pond have had to leave us to make time to spend enjoying simpler pleasures. Secondly, Professor Archibald Griffin will now take on Muggle Studies classes alongside Professor Charity Burbage. And taking over Defence classes, we have a new teacher, a fully trained and qualified Master Auror and former Hit Wizard, Professor John Dawlish.' Here Professor Dawlish stood up waving to the polite applause that he received.
'Furthermore, this year, Hogwarts will be playing host this year, to the Triwizard Tournament, that fabled tournament of old, where eternal glory waits for the victor. The delegations from the Beauxbatons Academy and Durmstrang Institute will arrive on the first of October, and the champions will be picked on All Hallow's Eve Night. Until then, I expect to see you all down here tomorrow morning to collect your timetables. Now off to bed. Spit spot!' Harry bit back a smirk at this last remark, Dumbledore had obviously been watching muggle movies again.
Location: Muggle Studies Classroom, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
As the fourth year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs shuffled into the Muggle Studies classroom, Harry laughed to himself as the Master smiled maniacally from the front of the classroom. 'Welcome boys and girls to fourth year Muggle Studies. For this year and the next, this course will shift its focus from the muggle world in general to a focus on Muggle Britain. This is especially good for us as our study covers the British muggle nobility and royalty and their customs, and of course we have our own resident expert, and prince and princess; Harry and Lucy!' The Master introduced the class to his first Muggle Studies lesson, laughing as Harry suddenly went shy and Lucy blushed, hiding her face in Harry's shoulder.
'Our first unit of study will be the basics of the monarchy, including its history and traditions, including the succession laws.' The Master started his lecture. 'Harry and Lucy have consented to giving a guest lecture about the traditions of the monarchy next week, but for now we'll be starting with the history. The first official Rex Anglorum, or King of England,was Offa of Mercia, taking the title in 774 CE...' The Master's lecture continued for the full hour of the class, explaining the various kings of the first 500 years of the English monarchy and details about their reign.
Location: Magical Law and Governance Classroom, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
'Settle down now class.' Associate Professor Jonathan Carmichael said after the class had filed in and taken their seats for their first Law and Governance class of the new term. 'Now last term we finished off learning about the Laws and Governance of Magical Britain prior to the Treaty of Kingston. This year, we move onto a study of the current government, department by department. Firstly though, the early history of the Ministry, after the Treaty. The first Scot Minister Kirk McPherson was followed in 1770 by Lorcan McLaird, who was assassinated by the Dark Wizard Tiberius two weeks after he took the post, and he was succeeded by Dugald McPhail. Artemisia Lufkin, a Brit living in Ireland at the time became the first sitting member of the Wizenagamot to head up the executive, breaking the run of three consecutive Scottish Ministers when she acceded in 1798. As the first woman to be Minister of Magic, Lufkin caused controversy and her three most vocal critics resigned from the Wizenagamot in protest...'
The class scribbled down notes frantically as the lecture continued, finally putting their quills, or pens, down and stretching their hands in relief when the bell went to end the class.
Location: The Riddle House, Little Hangleton, East Riding of Yorkshire, England, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
'My Lord.' Barty Crouch Junior, known amongst the lowlifes of Magical Britain as 'The Raven', thanks to his animagus form, prostrated himself in front of the chair occupied by the small form of the Dark Lord Voldemort. 'What is your bidding, my Lord?'
'Barty...' A high-pitched, rasping voice answered. 'Your job is to deliver Harry Potter to me. I will use his blood to give myself back a fully corporeal body. Do this and you will be...my most...favoured servant.' The babe-sized Voldemort articulated.
Location: Muggle Studies Classroom, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1994 CE
'Okay now everyone, settle down. Harry has consented today to give a guest lecture on the traditions on the Royal Family, something that he has first hand experience of.' The Master said before yielding the floor to Harry who walked to the front of the room.
'Hi everyone! Professor Griffin asked me to give this lecture, so I decided to call in a bit of help.' Harry explained as he sat down on the teacher's desk at the front of the class. 'With me today are two people who know a lot about the traditions of royalty. Please make welcome my grandfather, His Royal Highness The Duke of Edinburgh, and my uncle, His Royal Highness Charles, Prince of Wales.' Harry said like a game show announcer as the many students stood from their seats to kneel before the consort and eldest son of the queen.
'Please. It's not necessary!' Charles held up a hand and the students returned to their seats once more and Charles then directed his nephew to start.
'Okay. So...The first magical monarch of England was James VI and I. His family, that of the Stuarts would go on to rule Magical England for 200 years right up until 1714, seven years after the Acts of Union...' Harry started the lecture, giving background on the Royal Family, before handing over to Charles and Philip to continue the lecture.
'So my family has a great number of important traditions, and probably the most important of all, is that of our "succession", the crown passing parent to child for generations.' Charles started his portion of the speech. 'The heir apparent, that's me, is, from the time they become heir apparent, is styled as the Duke of Cornwall in England and the Duke of Rothesay in Scotland, and is traditionally invested as Prince of Wales by the monarch...'