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xXx Harry Potter and the Depths of Atlantis xXx
xXx Ch. 01: May The Schwartz Be With You xXx

xXx Headmaster Dumbledore's Office xXx
xXx Hogwarts, Scotland, Great Britain xXx
xXx February 24th, 2010 xXx

Albus Dumbledore plucked a lemon drop from the bowl on his desk and popped it into his mouth. Joining him in the room were the two Ministry Officials, which included Percy Weasley as the young man was acting in the stead of the actual head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation due to the man question having fallen ill, as well as Severus Snape, who Dumbledore found himself incapable of denying once they got a good look at the woman that had seemingly caused this meeting to be necessary.

Opposite the two professors and the officials, were a woman whose appearance was like unto looking at a ghost, just with more color, as well as Harry Potter and Fleur Delacour. The latter of whom would have ordinarily necessitated the presence of Headmistress Maxime, however as soon as the imposing woman had laid eyes on the redhead, she decided to run for the hills.

If Dumbledore were to be truthful with himself, he also would have quite happily run for the hills, but that had more to do with the fact that he was quite certain what would happen if he even attempted to suggest sending Harry back to Privet Drive in the presence of either of these young women. Dumbledore had of course, immediately realized what the probable outcome of Harry's rescue efforts would be in regards to the Delacour family, so even if it had just been the elder Miss Delacour who was present, he would be in a heck of a lot of trouble if he suggested Harry spend the summer anywhere but with her, and there was just no way that a Veela could live at Privet Drive.

That however, was only ever a mild inconvenience when compared to the likes of the woman who was sitting directly opposite of Dumbledore. It did not take any effort at all on Dumbledore's part to recognize the crown that was placed upon her head. The International Confederation of Wizards actually counted Atlantis as a Member Nation, and Dumbledore had actually met Queen Atlanna, who had at the time been wearing the very same crown.

That knowledge urged caution. Atlanteans, particularly the Poseidonians, were among the most powerful unaugmented lifeforms to exist on the planet. Granted, there were more powerful lifeforms that could exist, but those generally speaking were either augmented in some artificial manner, or else were not from the planet to begin with.

"What is this, Potter?" Severus Snape exclaimed once he finally got over his shock, "Not content with your fame, you have to hire some whore to…"

Whatever Snape had been about to say, it died in his throat as he was grabbed around said airway by the hand of the woman in question and pinned to a wall. "I don't know who you are, nor do I particularly care, but your chances of surviving this meeting are quickly approaching zero. The next time you open your mouth, it had better be to apologize to me for that insult, if not, then I will quite happily gut you where you stand, am I understood?"

Snape's lips twisted into a sneer, but he did not do anything to indicate any form of compliance. Dumbledore sighed and said, "Your Majesty, I regret that one of my Professors has felt it necessary to insult your honor in such a manner, but please try to understand that Severus attended the same year as Harry's mother, indeed they were even the best of friends…"

Mera turned a glare on Dumbledore and said, "If they were such good friends, then he should have known better than to make the retort that he has just made."

Mera released Snape a moment later and said, "Leave, this matter does not concern you."

"Headmaster…"

"It is for the best, Severus," Dumbledore waved the man off, "I fear that your presence would only make this matter more dangerous than it needs to be." What Dumbledore did not say was who it would be dangerous for.

Once Snape had left, Dumbledore decided to begin, "Well now, with that unpleasantness out of the way, could someone please explain to me why the Queen of Atlantis has decided to pay us a visit?"

That got a squawk out of Percy, "Queen?! But... I'm sorry, I fear I'm not cleared to handle something of this magnitude… but with Mister Crouch ill, then I'm afraid that only the Senior Undersecretary is cleared for such a meeting."

With that, Percy began marching towards the Floo, only for Dumbledore to speak up, "Mister Weasley, while you are doing that, please do me the favor of asking Madam Bones and Madame Marchbanks if they would be so kind as to join us as well."

Dumbledore knew that if he had those two in the room, then Dolores Umbridge would at least pretend to be polite with people who weren't by the technical definition, human. Percy tensed at the request, but then nodded. Technically, if this woman turned out to be what was being claimed, then Madam Bones was needed to consult on security matters. As for Madame Marchbanks, as the Head of the Examination Board, she had a right to be informed regarding decisions made on the behalf of a Hogwarts Student that had not yet taken so much as his OWLs.

Once Percy left the room, Ludo Bagman pitifully asked, "Well how about some Firewhiskey?"

xXx Twenty Minutes Later xXx

By the time Amelia Bones entered the room, she had an absolutely huge grin on her face. The same could not be said for Dolores Umbridge, who was absolutely livid. Madame Marchbanks had a neutral expression on her face.

Dumbledore looked at Amelia and immediately began to quake a little in fear, "What has you so amused, Amelia?"

"Two things," Amelia remarked, "This is the first time I have been called to Hogwarts in my capacity as a Ministry Employee in the entire time I have been employed by the Ministry. Then there is the fact that I've realized something that I don't think any of the organizers of this farce of a tournament have deduced just yet."

Dumbledore now knew he had somehow managed to find another one of his brother's goats, he just didn't know how yet. Amelia however had to come to an abrupt halt as she saw the other redhead in the room, "An Morrigan's tits…"

Mera turned around and said, "Please do not reference divine entities in my presence, as it has a tendency of drawing their attention… though not as much as it would if the same thing happened in the presence of one of my friends… that one in particular seems to have a grievance against Diana. And no, I am not who you think I am, I am her sister, and no, not the Muggle one you are likely about to think of."

It took only a second for Amelia to rally herself and say, "Albus, ever since the night on which the Champions were selected, I have had every single Law Wizard available to me pouring over the contract for the tournament. They have each concluded that according to the terms therein, only a witch or wizard who is of a legal age of consent would be bound by the contract."

"Wait, so that means…" Harry started to say, only to frown when he saw Amelia had shook her head at him.

"If this situation had happened during anyone else's administration as Headmaster of Hogwarts, Mister Potter, then you would not have been obligated to compete. However, when Albus Dumbledore agreed with Bartemius Crouch Sr that you were to compete, it was in reality an instance where you had the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards all agreeing with an independently assigned representative of the Minister for Magic in Great Britain, that you are to compete," Dolores Umbridge admitted in as polite and formal a manner as she could manage.

"In other words," Madame Marchbanks added her two pence, "They effectively emancipated you right then and there."

There was a loud whining sound followed by several pops and a loud crack as one of the devices on a nearby shelf went ahead and died now that Harry's attention had been drawn to the fact that he was no longer required to listen to Dumbledore's edicts on where he spent his summers.

Fleur, ever the competent charms prodigy, immediately jumped up from the chair she had been sitting in, and walked over to look at the shelf. Dumbledore where he was seated, winced at the knowledge that the Blood Wards had just gone critical, and would be irreparable by the time the school year was concluded. "Mes déesses!"

That exclamation was enough to draw Mera's over to look at the doodads. And when she had, she suddenly rounded on Dumbledore and exclaimed, "I trust you understand that I could declare war on your country over something like this."

That drew pretty much every female in the room over to look at the doodads. It was Dolores who asked the million dollar question, "Are these… are these crafted using blood magic?"

"They are," Amelia admitted. Now what one has to keep in mind, is that there are two types of blood magic. The first, which was often used by Gringotts Wizarding Bank, was only really useful for binding a contract, and required an absolutely pitiful amount of blood in order to be effective. The second however, was far more horrific, as it often required the draining of an entire living being of every drop of blood that had given it life. Blood Magic of this sort, was taboo in every member nation of the ICW. So much worse then, that the magical signature of the blood in these devices was recognized by both Amelia and Mera as having belonged to Lily Evans.

Mera glared at Dumbledore for several long minutes, as the old man seemed to be rather thoughtful, "Why old man. Why did you defile my sister like this?"

"It was, sadly, the only way I could be certain that your nephew was safe. Though now that I know the truth of your sister, I fear that what I endeavored to accomplish with this, had been all for naught. The entire basis for the ward I erected, was that it would protect Harry from harm for as long as he could call the home of his mother's sister his own. I was ignorant of the fact that Petunia and Lily were not related by blood, and thus the ward invalidated."

Mera considered that, "I will assume then, that my sister was actually dead when you drained her?"

Dumbledore nodded, "She was. I would not stoop so low as to sacrifice a living woman in such a manner."

"Be that as it may, Dumbledore. I hereby issue a formal reprimand. If you do something like this again, I will have no choice but to have you charged and arrested for crimes against magic and humanity," Amelia declared.

Harry had listened to all of that quietly, before dropping his head and beginning to sob at the horror which had befallen his mother. Mera moved over to him and sat in the chair beside him before wrapping an arm around him. "You aren't alone anymore, Harry."

Dolores turned her attention to the woman, and said, "I have been informed you are a Queen. Why did you not come to the Ministry and introduce yourself to the Minister as is proper courtesy when visiting a country other than your own?"

Mera looked up at the woman and said, "I'm a Queen, Madame Umbridge. I generally don't waste my time introducing myself to the heads of subdivisions of a given nation's government. No, if I were to visit with and introduce myself to a member of the British Government, it would be either your Queen, or her Prime Minister."

Dolores seemed to puff up indignantly, however before she could retort, Amelia cleared her throat, "That explanation is actually diplomatically valid, provided that the country this woman is the Queen of exists in the Muggle World as well as the magical world."

Mera inclined her head to Amelia, "My nation was recently forced into a position where our existence became known to the Muggle World. That however, is due to my warmongering brother-in-law. We are also not the only such nation to have done so, Themyscira has as well."

Fleur goggled a bit at that, "Them… Themyscira… it is real?"

Mera nodded her head, and then turned to the adults in the room and said, "With the power vested in me as Queen Consort to the Throne of Atlantis, and as Queen Regent to the Throne of Xebel, I hereby officially recognize Harry James Potter's citizenship in the aforementioned nations, and grant to him his birthright as Crown Prince of Xebel, inherited by him from his mother, the late Crown Princess of the same. Furthermore, as he was born on British Soil, it would give both Atlantis and Xebel a sense of relief if he were to be granted dual-citizenship status by the British Ministry for Magic."

Dolores Umbridge's face took on a constipated expression. The blood purist in her wanted to refuse that request, but the bureaucrat in her knew that if she denied him such status her career at the ministry was over the instant the news broke, and with both Bones and Marchbanks present in the room, she knew the news would break.

With a voice that was painfully strained, she said, "Granted."

Mera nodded, and then turned to Dumbledore and said, "As he does not need me to do so as his guardian, I will do so as the Regent to the Throne he has not yet been adequately prepared for. Harry is officially withdrawn from Hogwarts, and admitted to the Atlantean Conservatory. However, as there is still the matter of the tournament to address, he and I will be remaining at the Castle, though I will require quarters near the Hospital Wing, and with a sizeable bath. I expect Harry to receive similar accommodation upgrades in terms of the bath, though his quarters need not be near the Hospital Wing."

Dumbledore leveled Harry with his best disappointed grandfather look, "Mister Potter, surely it would be better for you to remain with your friends…"

"I must respectfully disagree, Headmaster. Almost soon as I pulled them out of the lake, Ron was trying to proposition Fleur's sister, without taking the time to notice that she is eight years old!" Harry roared right back.

Dumbledore at least had the good sense to wince at that, he at least could appreciate that such behavior was worth a rift forming between the two. "As for Hermione, she has been on a 'let's free the house elves!' tear for the past few months, without actually stopping to ask any of them whether they want to be freed, or if it is even healthy for them to be freed. How do you think she is going to react to the knowledge that Fleur and I are to be married because I saved Gabrielle's life?"

Harry shook his head, "Knowing her like I do, she will immediately draw a parallel between what actually happened between me and the Delacour girls, and a phenomenon known as Stockholm Syndrome, which is pretty much the opposite of what happened in this case."

Fleur snorted in amusement, "Isn't that the one where someone kidnaps a person, and then the kidnapped victim falls in love with the kidnapper?"

"Only when paraphrased, but it explains basically what it is," Mera agreed. When she saw the looks she was now getting, she shrugged, "I have a colleague who happens to know someone with a pretty severe case of Stockholm Syndrome."

Harry nodded his head, "And don't get started how Ginny will respond, the less said there, the better."

Dumbledore frowned, before saying, "Very well, I shall make arrangements…"

xXx The Great Hall of Hogwarts xXx
xXx Hogwarts, Scotland, Great Britain xXx
xXx Dinner Time xXx

Dumbledore had arranged for a seat to be added to the Head Table for Mera to sit at, and had taken the time to introduce her to both the attending and visiting faculty. Harry and Fleur however, had spent the remainder of the day socializing with Gabrielle, or at least Fleur socialized with the girl on both of their behalves, while the trio relaxed in Fleur's quarters on the Beauxbatons Carriage.

Gabrielle, Harry decided, was adorably cute. She just had this way about her that made him want to hug and cuddle her. When he had expressed that to Fleur, the girl had giggled and said, "Veela at Gabi's age have sort of a reverse-Allure. More of an Aura of Innocence, that works to negate amorous intent. It does not however, negate hostility or stupidity, as you have by now witnessed."

When it came time for them to join the other students for dinner, Fleur and Harry entered the hall at the head of the Beauxbatons delegation. Madame Maxime had by now taken the other students in her delegation aside and explained what it is that had transpired between Harry and the Delacour sisters, and that any attempt to interfere in their developing relationship would result in the strictest of punishments. Maxime knew very well who Mera was, and had no wish to make an enemy of the woman. That was without mentioning the dangers of interfering in a Veela relationship. Veela were easily as dangerous as Atlanteans, as they would have to be in order to sustain a war against them for as long as they had been.

No, it would not be a Beauxbatons student who cried havoc, not under Maxime's watch. As soon as they entered the hall however, it was taken out of her hands.

At two tables on opposite sides of the hall, two different redheads whose body proportions could not be more dissimilar immediately stood up from where they had been seated. One girl was Ginevra Weasley, a girl who had absolutely no curves to speak of. She was yet another girl whom Harry had saved from near certain death, and one who he knew for a fact harbored a massive and entirely unrequited crush on him.

The other girl was standing from the Slytherin Table, which made the outfit she was wearing extremely out of place, as it was an outfit that clearly came from the same genre of fashion as Victoria Beckham would wear during the Spice Girls tours. In other words, entirely Muggle, and way more formal than most people would normally bother dressing in for a casual dinner, unless they were trying to make those around them conscious of their own inferiority.

As Ginny turned to head for where Harry and Fleur were walking, the other redhead called out, "About bloody time, Harry!"

That caused Ginny to stumble and turn to stare at the Slytherin in shock. Harry too, turned his attention to the girl, who grinned at him and said, "Do you have any idea how long I've been wondering whether or not you had any understanding of the difference between boys and girls?"

That caused Harry to blush and drop his face from the girl's gaze. "I'll say this however, I am very glad you decided on a nice svelte blonde, and not a ginger weed."

"Oi!" Ginny roared, "You're ginger too!"

"Uh, no... I have nice dark crimson hair, not that orangish color you sport, Weedly. Plus, I am far more curvaceous than you."

"SILENCE!" Severus Snape roared. "If you are done, Davis. Kindly return… where are you going?"

"Girl chat with someone who I suspect to be my future sister-in-law, Professor. Not that it is any of your business," Tracey Davis admitted with a casual and very careless shrug. She also completely ignored the looks of shock that erupted all throughout the Great Hall at that statement.

When she reached the two suspected love-birds, Tracey smirked, held out a hand to Fleur and said, "How do you do. I am Tracey Annabeth Davis, though that would have likely ended up being Tracey Annabeth Peverell if my father managed to survive his last dance with the Dark Mouldy One."

Harry, despite his embarrassment, let loose a bark of laughter at that, "I think we are rechristening him, Dark Lord Mouldyshorts."

Tracey jumped up and down on the balls of her feet for a few seconds and said, "And of course, we need to find him a massively oversized black helmet!"

Harry looked up at her in confusion, "Huh?"

"Uh…" Tracey gesticulated while thrashing her arms around wildly, "Forget I said anything… that was such an embarrassing movie anyways, and I only really realized that fact five years after I first saw it."

As they were passing the Ravenclaw table with Tracey, a waifish blonde girl exclaimed, "My word, I have never seen such strong Schwartz before!" causing Tracey to do a face plant.

Looking at his apparent sister, with some worry, Harry asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeeess…" Tracey whined as she slowly got herself up off the floor. Once she was standing, she looked at the blonde and said, "Luna, dear, please stop looking at my brother's Schwartz."

Fleur turned to regard the blonde, who had been looking directly at Harry's… "What?"

Tracey turned to regard the Veela and said, "Like I said, absolutely embarrassing, though nominally child friendly, movie... and Luna is a bit odd to begin with. Nice but odd."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, "And what exactly is this, Schwartz?"

"You ever watch Star Wars?" Tracey wondered, as they continued along the Ravenclaw Table.

Harry blinked in surprise, "Please, please tell me it isn't just some perverted parody of the Force?"

"Then I shan't say another word, Harry."

When they sat down, it was at the very end of the Ravenclaw Table, with a good five feet between them and the nearest student. Tracey looked both of them up and down from her spot opposite them, before saying, "So, let me guess. My silly older brother did something that ended up saving your sister's life, Delacour. Then he compounded it in some way, and now you are obligated to marry him to save your sister from having to be bound to someone before she has even had the birds and bees discussion, right?"

Harry stared at Tracey with wide and shocked eyes, "How?"

Tracey sobered and turned to regard Harry, "Please understand that I only did what I have out of concern for your safety, Harry. However, I asked my best friend to have her personal elf keep an eye on you, though not to personally interfere unless you seemed incapable of handling something. Her elf has been watching you since about a week after the troll incident."

"Troll?" Fleur asked with a confused expression, "What troll?"

"In which my psychotically overprotective brother here, decided that it would be a good idea to go mountain climbing on the back of a fully grown mountain troll at the age of only eleven. Only for him to use his wand as as a flagpole to mark his achievement of having reached the summit, by shoving it up the monster's nose!"

Fleur glared at Harry, and he shrugged helplessly, "I was trying to save someone's life. Can you fault me for that after today?"

Fleur deflated a little bit, "Oh but that wasn't my favorite fight," Tracey remarked. "How about the time you fought that fifty foot long snake with the comparative equivalent to a toothpick? And here you were, worried about the dragon!"

There was a sharp huff, as an equally svelte blonde to Fleur, sat herself down at the table next to Tracey. This one however, had her hair done up in a horrendously complex french braid that was tied into a bun. "Face it, Potter. You have a 'saving people,' problem."

"You say that like there is something wrong with saving people's lives," Harry protested.

Tracey sighed and said, "Technically there isn't. However it's more the taking suicidal risks while saving people that pisses the two…"

"Three," Fleur interjected, "If I am to marry him, I want him to live long enough to give me children… at the very least. So his being suicidally reckless has come to an end… provided of course, that Harry and I both survive the Third Task."

"Right," Tracey agreed.

After silence between the four youngsters, Tracey looked up, and said, "As I am possibly the only one of the four of us who watches the Muggle news… may I ask why Aquaman's wife is dining with the Headmaster?"

"Aquaman?" Tracey's friend wondered.

"Presumably," Harry muttered, "You are referring to the King of Atlantis… and based on what you have implied so far, my maternal uncle, the real one this time." It was at this point that Harry realized that about the only similarity between his mother and aunt and his sister, were their hair colors. Their facial structures were completely different, as were their body shapes, and Tracey had striking blue eyes, not vivid green. In fact, physically, the only thing to indicate she was even related to him was the fact that they shared their father's jawline. In other words, they were paternal half-siblings, the main thing about it, is that Tracey had known all this time what their relationship was, and had never approached him about it until today. "Why are you only approaching me now?"

Tracey, proving herself the highly cultured girl she was presenting herself as, did not immediately respond. She first finished what she was chewing, dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and then cleansed her palette with a bit of one of the more neutral drinks on the table. Once she was done, she closed her eyes, before saying in a sorrowful manner, "I tried Harry. I put in a personal request to the Sorting Hat to have you sorted to Slytherin with me right before it placed me there."

Harry's eyes widened in shock at hearing that statement, "But…"

The blonde immediately glared behind herself at the blonde git, "It wouldn't have mattered. The instant you turned up in Slytherin, you would have been everyone's new target dummy. Even Tracey and I would have needed to take shots at you to avoid drawing fire ourselves. I have done what I can to shield Tracey from it, but now I fear that is no longer an option."

"Which," a voice spoke up from behind the Harry, "Is why from today forward, young Miss Davis will be joining me in my private quarters, rather than returning to the Slytherin Dorms."

Harry turned to look up at his aunt, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, Harry. Surprisingly it was Professor Snape who made the suggestion," Mera remarked.

Tracey frowned, "Why would he do that?"

"I didn't ask, and don't particularly care. However as I am an educator myself, it would be against my personal code of ethics to allow you to return to a hostile living environment."

Harry looked over at the blonde and asked, "What about you?"

"The Princess here, doesn't need protection," Tracey remarked. "It's more that people need protection from her."

The blonde promptly blushed and mumbled something into her cup. "What was that?"

"I might have earned the nickname 'Ice Princess' the honest way," Daphne Greengrass admitted in an emotionally detached tone of voice. "I tend to hex people in the bits with the Glacius charm if they annoy me. Boy bits, girl bits, it doesn't really matter, people squeal in agony just as nicely either way with frozen bits."

Every time she said the word bits, Harry felt the need to wince. Meanwhile, Mera internally decided to do everything she could to prevent this young girl from ever meeting Crystal Frost. No need to give Killer Frost any new ideas to try.

With that decided, Mera returned to the Head Table, or she was headed that direction but paused when she saw two students stand from the Gryffindor Table, one was a bushy haired young girl, and the other a redhead that looked similar to the girl who had very nearly made a fool of herself earlier on. Turning a glance back at where her nephew was sitting, she saw Tracey give her a jaunty salute, indicating that the redhead had seen the approach and warned her nephew about it. Daphne it seemed, had returned to the Slytherin Table for some reason.

xXx Chapter Concluded xXx

Author's Note: Some people will wonder why Umbridge was far less hostile in this chapter than she often is…. That is entirely to be expected with two of the most reputed battle axes in Ministry employ also in attendance. That and the fact that as much as she is an absolutely foul woman with none of the requisite credentials to be teaching students… I figure she has to be an effective bureaucrat at the very least… in fact, the definition that google spits out for the word 'bureaucrat' pretty much sums up Dolores Umbridge's entire DADA lesson plan if you really stop to think about it. Someone who is concerned with procedural correctness, often at the expense of people's needs.

The Challenge I was working from when designing this story is as follows, though I am unsure if I followed it perfectly:

Required Inclusions:
- Lily must have been the missing sister of a woman who will one day become Queen Mera of Atlantis. Lily had gone missing long before Mera herself was sent to Atlantis as a spy for Xebel.
- The Potterverse timeline must be moved forward in time by 19 years to account for the difference in timeline between Young Justice and Harry Potter novels. This will be a YJ fic.
- Harry must be a Half-Atlantean, just like Arthur Curry, which means that much like Arthur, Harry can be considered a Super-Atlantean. Unlike Arthur, Harry will be focused on Mysticism.
- With the exception of being able to breathe underwater, as well as his strength and durability, Harry must struggle to learn how to utilize his newly discovered Atlantean powers to their fullest.
- Harry must be paired with at least M'gann M'orzz and Dolphin of Atlantis, any others are strictly optional, although he cannot be paired with Queen Mera, as she must view him as a sibling.

Preferred Inclusions:
- At some point going through the events of Injustice: Gods Among Us, and having Harry meet his doppelganger, who may or may not actually be a male character or even evil.
- Harry becoming a member of Young Justice alongside of Dolphin. Dolphin in this story will have the abilities of her New 52 version, and will eventually gain a psionic bond to Harry.

Optional Inclusions:
- Harry's Atlantean nature intriguing certain members of the Veela Nation, while horrifying others due to a longstanding war between the Veela and Aquatic Races. Thus, there could be a pairing with a Veela, author's choice on whether this means Fleur, Gabrielle, another or none at all.

Forbidden Things:
- Harry the Emo Doormat
- mPreg and mSlash