A/N Hello Everyone, It is me again. First of all, thank you to all of you reviewers who gave me some answers to my questions or overall input on topics. I always try to answer with a PM if possible and often that can help immensely.

Well as I said we will try to uncover what will Harry's answer to the Queen's proposal will be. Also, advance through the rest of the years to start our journey to a magical school. Will it be Hogwarts? Read and find out.

Audience Room, Escoffier Coven, France

"So we agreed then, these are our questions?" Andromeda asked one last time just at the right moment as the double doors opened and the Queen with her maid and Granddaughter made their way back to the table.

"So, do you have last Questions?" The Queen didn't waste any time picking up the conversation. Harry calmed himself down and Andromeda took her parchment back.

"That we do, your Highness. First, Would a Baby born out of the Ritual with your Granddaughter have any claim to any titles Harry could pass on?" The Queen smiled.

"That would depend on Lord Potters's decision, maybe he would be fond of him or her or fallen in love with my Heiress. Something only time will tell but back to your question, No he would not have any inherited claims. It would solely depend on how much Lord Potter wants to include everyone involved in the ritual in his family life."

Andromeda noted that down and gave a short nod. "How about all of the teachings, who will he be allowed to share the knowledge with."

Ophelia looked approvingly. "To be honest, if Lord Potter would take a wive or more, oh," she looked into the eyes of her maid, only for Lilith to curtsy and leave the room. "Something we will also have to address. My teachings would qualify as family magics you wizards are so fond of calling simple acquired traits and perks. I will agree for them to be included in all grimoires Lord Potter will have access to except for the Soul Extraction one. That will be exclusive to the direct Potter or Peverell Branch."

Andromeda frowned a bit.

"Pardon me your Highness but Peverell Branch?"

Ophelia sighed a bit dramatically.

"You wizards are so on those bloodlines but can't keep track of them or if they are too pure." She shook her head for a moment. "The Potter Line founded by one Linfred of Stinchcombe, in the late 12th century has absorbed some British houses some of them of equal or higher standing at the point of the joining. One of those houses was House Peverell, known for their ruthlessness against enemies they were known as the reapers of Britain around the 13th to the 14th century. The main line died out when Iolanthe Peverell married one Hardwin Potter. There was a second branch that if my memory serves me right had claimed the Slytherin line only to for them to later be inducted into the House of Gaunt. Stupid Inbreds were the last of a once prestigious house. As far as I know, the Slytherin Line is the only native British house to speak the Tongue of Snakes. Not that they are the only ones on our earth. I mean there are Blood-Rituals to grant that gift to your House. If you know how to perform them without dying." She smiled mischievously.

"Well back to the main topic, not only were the Peverells like magical reapers and people who cleansed the world of vermin. They also had the reputation of gifted enchanters without competition. They were on a whole different level. Something the Potters of later Generations had shown if you know where to look of course. All this secrecy, decoys, and false names for their ward inventions or rune matrixes but death seems always to catch up on them."

Harry had wide eyes listening to the history of his family from this point of view. Some of it was new even for him, It looked like some potters took their secrecy a bit too far.

"I would not be surprised that Lord Potter could hold claim to some houses. Even if some of them challenge a possible heir on their own. As it is known that Godric Gryffindor was a Ladies Man and had many possible Heirs. To Inherit the Title Lord of Gryffindor you would have to meet certain criteria. Unfortunately that Ruffian never noted it down." She huffed.

"Only those who have a claim and are Heirs can find the Grimoire and uncover the truth of the history of Houses like Peverell or Gryffindor."

At that moment Lillith came back with a plate. On the plate was a silver knife, a bowl with some runes on it, a black feathered Quil, and a parchment with some runes on it. Andromeda got big eyes and took in some air as Ophelia thanked her maid with a smile.

"That, Lord Potter is the Goblin Version of the Inheritance test. Usually, you only would be allowed to them in their domain, and under their supervision. The Problem with that is, that bound by the treaty they would have to record the results. Let me give you an appetizer lesson. Knowledge is might, If you can prepare before your enemies uncover some of your connections you could use a preemptive strike to hit them before they knew the direction to look into. If Lord Potter agrees to look into how it would be possible for my coven to expand to Great Britain I would be willing to let him take this test. Use the years before I can retake it to structure his lessons accordingly." The Queen looked at Andromeda for a moment only to finish her open statement. "I mean if we agree on our first point of discussion"

Harry looked at Andromeda, conversing in his mind with Erebos was difficult to hold over the duration with still paying attention to the Queen and his surroundings. Andromeda took a moment only for her to give him a short nod. He looked back at the Queen.

"Is it agreeable that my Solicitor draws up the contract and we sign in blood?" Andromeda had prepared him in the last hour what they should do if they would come to the point to accept the deal.

Ophelia nodded and looked at Andromeda. "I think you can do so while Lord Potter takes the test and trust in your honesty." Andromeda nodded only for Ophelia to explain the proceedings to Harry.

"Well Harry, I think that is more appropriate now. How you will address me in private or in a company will be addressed later. The Test is really easy. You will have to cut yourself with the knife. Pour some blood into the bowl, and wait for at least seven seconds for the runes to charge up. After that, you dip the Quill into the blood and write your name, your full name of course."

Harry nodded and did exactly as told. The parchment glowed a soft green colour. Out of his names branched some lines and listing his Parents. Lily and James Potter. The Parchment glowed again this time golden. Vanishing everything. It took exactly three seconds for cursive writing to appear.

Inheritance Test for Hadrian James Potter:

Head of House Potter

Heir Apparent to the House of Black

Eligible Heirship for three or more Houses

Ophelia looked at the Parchment and shook his Head. "We have to add another clause. I will not be responsible if Harry will force five or more Kids on his wife, only to fulfill his obligations to the house separation act in the British magical law." Andromeda sighed but added the clause without much trouble looking at Harry with an 'I will explain later' expression.

"I would say one of the possible Houses is Peverell, the rest are only wild guesses, he may never need to know because he can't claim them."

Andromeda had finished changing her standard contract form to the needed points with everything listed under each party and took out a Bloodquill. Moving it over to the Queen, the Vampire had to smile.

"I approve of the 'I am not allowed to cause him permanent harm clause' Such nice wording Mrs. Tonks." She took the Quil and with a practiced flourish signed only to move it over to Harry.

Harry looked at everything. Nothing new he agreed to join her forces will get lessons and the shard out of his scar. He looked at the quill and took it up. One last look at Erebos who gave him some smoothing images while he signed with a bit more scrapping than the Queen. Andromeda took it up to copy and seal all three of them, levitating one to the queen while pocketing the two others.

"Very good Harry, be here tomorrow at 9 am sharp for your orientation and with your trunk. Weekdays will be spent here. Weekends you may use at your leisure. Mrs. Tonks and your Dragon are always welcome to join you after your duties. Again I have to apologize but a coven won't lead itself, unfortunately." She stood up and exchanged pleasantries both parties left.

Potter Castle, One hour later

"What do you mean I will have to take more wives? Andy, I am not even twelve yet! That sounds completely bonkers to me." Harry was pacing in the Lord's Study. Andromeda sitting on an elegant wooden chair and looking at him.

"I know Harry, but it is just like that you know. In the magical world, polygamy is nothing new. It isn't even frowned upon. To be honest it is very much encouraged that a wizard with the claim to many houses splits them again to broaden the magic. In our laws, it is even enforced that for each house you claim you must provide one heir. What would force your wife, if you just had one for example to fulfill that role. Something not only incredibly hard on the body of the woman, no she would have to give up on her career perspectives and everything just that she can provide you enough offspring."

Harry looked a bit shocked only for Erebos to give his two cents to the topic.

"A male Dragon usually seeks out more than one female. You are qualifying as a male Dragon under certain circumstances."

Harry shook his head, he changed into his Drake form, and stretched his wings.

"I will go and fly to get my mind off that topic." He looked at Andromeda. "Thanks, Andy, but you know... It is very strange and all." Andromeda gave him an understanding glance before Harry was off. Still a bit unsteady but slowly getting there. Erebos gave a short roar and followed him later. Andromeda made her way to his room asking Lordey to help her pack some things for Harry.

Private Reception Room, Escoffier Court, France

"This room will serve as your main classroom for the next years. Here you will learn Occlumency, Legilimency, ritualistic Aretmancy, Bloodmagic, and mundane things like French or dancing" Ophelia looked at her two charges. Lilith was in her Maiddress and heels while Harry had a tailored suit that had a good resemblance with a butler uniform with a ruby necklace. The necklace was enchanted to let him look different, the scar was covered, his hair was a dark brown and his eyes looked like hazel. "You have a question, Harry?"

The boy looked a bit bewildered as he nodded. "Err yes. Mistress, dancing?"

His gaze darted to the Queen who looked sharp as ever in her forest green dress. And after that, Harry's eyes looked at Lillith who also had a hunted look.

The Queen followed and looked at her two young charges and smiled. "Exactly dancing. You will do this with each other. And you will learn both sides of the pin. You need to be able to adapt sometimes a woman may want to lead and you have to indulge her Harry. If you need help to get into the role I can even change you into a girl temporarily Harry so don't mind asking your Queen for help okay?"

He gulped but quickly nodded. "Yes, Mistress I will do so." The Queen nodded and patted his cheek caringly.

"Very good Harry now. Sit down you two. We will start with the basics of mind arts today." She snapped her finger and a blackboard appeared, the chalk rising without a hand and writing down while she lectured. "The Mind Arts are considered as an obscure and grey part of the magic by most human standards. As I already told you at the beginning of this, there is no classification to magic only to the intent behind it. Most humans are just confined in their way of thinking. Paired with the fear of the unknown you have the recipe for disaster we have today. Magic is classified into dark, grey, and light magic. Most of the dark kind is banned in the ICW which did not help reduce victims to them. Back to the mind arts. Often classified as Occulumency the way to sort and defend your mind, and Legilimency the way to attack and change the mind. This is another example of limited thinking. As we knew for five hundred years you can use Legilimency to copy your knowledge to a prepared practitioner. If the targeted individual is on the stage of Occlumency to have built his mind place. He can filter the planted memories and adapt accordingly. Let us know have a look at the basic exercises of Occlumency…"

With that Harry and Lilith's time of learning started. She was a demanding mistress in the classroom. The notes and script had to be of top quality. Even if she delegated a lesson to one of her subordinates each Thursday Liltih and Harry and to bring their notes to her. The queen looked them over and if the errors were over her margin of acceptance she quickly found a way to motivate the two youngsters. Knowing of their aversion to each other she would give the one with more errors the task to serve the other for the whole Friday. It did not take long for both of them to give their best. Both had ways to torment the other like siblings would do. Lilith had Harry dress up in a frilly pink dress for an hour to hold a tea service with her. While Harry forced her to do physical labor in the dirt. The Queen and sometimes her daughter enjoyed the show unknowingly to both of them. Even if she thought that Harry sometimes had sensed their presence.

Quickly the structured life had become a routine for Harry. The four to six hours of serving the Queen each day, followed by three to four hours of learning let the days fly by. Besides the lessons in the classroom environment, Harry learned another thing waiting on the Queen and serving her drinks or snacks while she entertained her guests. He learned to listen. Sometimes the Queen would ask both of them what they thought of the situation or how they would deal with some case she was presented with. Without them understanding at the moment the leader of the French vampires groomed the two of them into attentive listeners. Even using her newly found best encouragement by giving points to the one with the better answer counting to the Friday punishments. Sometimes she would send them away and both quickly found out why. One day a rouge Vampire had been caught turning a muggle without permission. The queen personally had whipped him bloody. The children had run to their respective bathrooms to throw up. The lecture they got after was even worse.

The Queen had stuck them together by gluing the tip of the nose to each other.

After that both had to write lines, why that was a bad idea to go against her wishes.

After that, they never repeated it or maybe just got better at covering up their tracks. Time flew by and Harry could not say that he regretted deciding if all would go to plan they could start with the ritual to get rid of his scar problem at Samhain in 1992.

Audience room, Escoffier Court 29th of October 1992

Harry was bored, today was his long day where Lilith would have only four days of service while he had six. She would then learn vampire-only lessons, like how to perform the magic needed to walk in the daylight or other things exclusive to their condition. He was standing to the Queen's right, normally Lilith's spot, and looked attentive. Thanks to his Occulemncy he often repeated some lessons or reread passages of books in his mind to deepen the knowledge. Some things he really would not want to forget. Even with his near eidetic memory boosted by the Occlumency, timed repetition was key. He nearly did not notice the four new faces entering the room. Three beautiful-looking females with blonde hair. The females looked like three sisters but Harry quickly deduced thanks to small height differences that one must be the mother while the two others would be the daughters. The male looked like he was close to the oldest female and Harry could sense a connection thanks to his improved capabilities. Occlumency had also enhanced this field his Dragon-like senses had started him on. The women had a warm feeling to them, a connection to fire he thought quickly. He looked into the eyes of the Queen and the Queen looked waitingly as he thought out what he wanted to say.

"The three women seem to be Veela, Mistress. Should I leave I won't know if my mental defenses will hold to a combined allure of three of them?"

"Very Good, First only two of them are old enough to have the Allure of their race. Secondly, I think you will be fine. Now concentrate!"

He broke eye contact and looked forward. Shortly after Harry was far enough in his studies he learned how Lilltih always knew what her Grandmother wanted her to deliver. To be able to just converse while holding eye contact was very helpful most of the time. While in the presence of guests, the servants of the Queen never spoke a word. Giving her quite a reputation. Harry looked again at the group only to watch all three ladies drop into a graceful court curtsy while the male bowed a bit before he began speaking.

"Thank you for having us, Queen Ophelia of the French Coven. My name is Pierre Delacour and this is my wife Appoline and our two daughters, Fleur and Gabriel. As the new French director of international affairs, I wanted to extend a hand of friendship and trust to the vampires of our land. As long as they stay true to our treaties like the centuries before me."

His voice was firm and calm and the position Harry knew was something important. According to the information he gathered the French handled the two big magical factions, the Veela, Goblins, and Vampires like sovereign nations. Something he thought was just the right way to give them the right idea of how they saw them. As equals. The Queen stood up and Harry hurried to snap his finger quietly levitating the heavy Sash of her dress following her down the steps.

His focusless magic was, nothing to be proud of at the moment if somebody would ask him. Even most Vampires had some kind of foci to help them didn't appear to him and the Queen would not hold him down from trying to improve in this field of magic. She even was astounded by how in tune the young wizard was with his magic and silently congratulated herself to get him under her command for the near future and with some maneuvering maybe longer. Without bad intentions of course but who would blame her?

"It is my honor to greet you, Ambassador. Girls, please rise." She finished for the Veela to rise out of their curtsy with the same grace as they had dropped into them. "As long as the witches and wizards, stay true to the treaty the vampires under my command will do the same. Lady Delacour your daughters are showing excellent education by the way."

Appoline dipped into another short curtsy "You have my thanks, your Highness." While the two younger ones had small blushes on their cheeks.

"Please join me for a small feast to this good start in a hopeful fruitful alliance." She looked at Harry who rang a small bell and carried her sash again while they moved to the dining room.

The following dinner was short-lived but Harry could feel the eyes of the younger ones on him for some time. The Delacours left shortly after only for the Queen to close the doors and sigh a bit. "As promised you are excused till the ritual Hadrian."

Harry looked at her and smiled. "Thank you, my Lady, err Aunty." That was something new she had introduced this year. Every time he was not in her service or had lectures she would call him Hadrian and told him to address her as Aunty. If he recalled correctly it was after a Dinner with Andromeda and Erebos when he slipped and called Andromeda Aunty with a big smile. The day after she introduced that rule. He still found it difficult to call someone over 1300 years older than him Aunty but he tried his best to fulfill her wishes. As Lilith, one time was joining them for a late snack and witnessed that for the first time, she just told him to not think to try to think she was his sister or something, she had to endure him often enough.

The Queen had scolded her for that a bit before her mother could. Harry could see a challenging glint in her eyes and knew that someday he would do exactly as she asked him not to and would wait for her reaction.

"Your thoughts of the Delacours Hadrian?" She asked between sips of her blood.

"They seem like honest people, but the two daughters looked like they tried to find a fault in my appearance or something." He told her.

"Ohw, they sure did, did they? They tried to see if you are affected or not. You handled yourself well enough if you ask me. Maybe you will get problems if your hormones kick in."

She finished.

Harry had to blush about that remembering her to give them both the extended version of the dreaded talk when they are old enough. To get something like that from a woman with over a millennium of experience in that area would be something else.

Night of the 31st of October, Ritual Chambers Escoffier Court.

Harry was laying on a stone altar. Clothed in a white robe made out of finest silk looking at the Vampire Queen in a similar attire. Again he was very glad that his hormones did not have kicked in already. Looking at the woman with her ethereal beauty and body some would kill for. And in her case even have done already, if you would want to believe in the stories she told.

"Relax Harry, you had something similar like this with the Riutal you did under Onyxia's guidance. This time I even draw the runes and prepared the offerings. Think of it as a second birthday." She smiled. Yes, he thought. The second birthday was something scarily close to the description he had of the ritual.

Consisting of two parts the mind walk and the siphon the first step was to put him in a death-like state. Using runes to hold him there and offerings to power the cluster. In the seven-pointed star, seven different ingredients were carefully laid out. Ashes of a phoenix, the cloak of a dementor, Scales of Onyxia, a donation of blood from Ophelia's daughter. What was the next best thing to her own, but that was out of the question she would perform the mind walk. Venom of a basilisk. Freely given the blood of a Unicorn, how Tinky had got this Harry could only guess she had asked one of her contacts and the last exactly three drops of Phönix tears. After Harry had heard the list of ingredients, most of them provided by the queen his mind had only tried to come up with a sum and how she had come at them.

The different symbolism was not missed by him either. It was a careful balance of things connected to death and life. With the Ashes of the Immortal Phenix symbolizing his rebirth. He knew why the Queen had started to joke about his second birthday. The date of the ritual was exactly the date he got that scar and his parents had died. After some calculations, he should be finished with the process exactly on Samhain thirteen years after it had happened. With all those numbers in place, he could only hope for the best even if the chances were ridiculously high for a success he was scared. One of the reasons was what happened now. The Queen had put on black lipstick. It was not any lipstick. It was something she referred to as the Black Widows Kiss. A mixture of the drought of living death and some other ingredients would take him to death's door and hopefully not straight through. One last encouraging smile and her soft lips of her had laid on his, and everything faded to black.

Somehwere

Harry opened his eyes struggling to orient himself because everything was in tones of Grey, even he was like that. That did not look like his mind palace where he would have met Ophelia.

"Because it is not. Peverell Spawn."

Harry turned and looked where this strong voice had come from. Only to see something materialize before him. It was something very close to the stories he had read about death.

"Because my form is influenced by your thoughts whelp. You will listen to me Peverell and listen close or you will end like all others before you. Once your Ancestors cut a deal with me. Not this stupid fairytale you read about in that book, but something different. They promised to return the gifts I gave them after finishing with their task. They did not. And all coming after them did not either. So I cursed them. As long as they would not try to give my gifts back to me they would die before their time. Now after many centuries, the task is still unfulfilled. Something you know inherited. Find the Wand, Stone, and Cloak and throw them through the veil where you can hear the voices of the doomed. If you do not hear my words you will see me even before most of your line did. My patience runs thin Peverell. Hurry or perish. Maybe I will even bless you when you offer me something as penance."

Before Harry could even say or ask something he was sucked into the void.

In his Mindscape

As Harry opened his eyes again he looked straight at the form of Ophelia standing before a rotten tree. "What happened Hadrian? I waited for over an hour. We have to hurry now! Quick you know what to do. An explanation can be made later"

Harry nodded thinking of what he wanted, a spear appeared in his hands the tip looking like a very sharp dragon fang. He changed into his Drake form and pushed the spear right into the trunk of the rotten tree. Thinking the spear out of existence he watched as something like a dark red blood bordering black was seeping leaking out of the hole he had made. He laid his hand on the wound in the trunk and chanted.

"You that you are not belonging here, rotten and cursed, nothing more than the excuse of my former enemy. An enemy I already have conquered, I claim what is mine." His hand glowed in a golden light as the vampiric rune for victory appeared on his palm. It glowed for a second before Harry could feel something throwing him out of this part of his mind.

Ritual Chambers Escoffier Court

As Harry blinked his eyes open he could see the outlines of the victory rune but it was only filled on the bottom. It would grow over time and he would slowly witness the spoils as long as the procedure would take to finish. Ophelia looked at him waiting for an explanation.

A/N: Aaaand Cut… We will resume in the next one. This time, as long as the train won't be delayed, we will get to Hogwarts. Promise!

Hope you liked it. I will not be able to keep up with the daily schedule in the coming days. Some patience, please.