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The King of Man & Wizard kin
Ch1
Constant ticking was the only sound that could be heard in the room, as the Madame Prime Minister had just received the news from her secretary as they gave several-documentations to add to the existing information she just received. "By God Almighty, how could this have happened," she had picked up one document and read the report, while a few others had entered her office.
"I'm afraid the report has been verified, that Queen Elizabeth II along with her son and daughter-in-law and her two grandchildren went down with the plane while it was on a return flight from their holiday. What a few are saying to be an act of God, as the weather report states, is that there was no indication of the weather on the flight route where they were on. That was supposed to happen on that day, and suddenly freak lightning struck the plane and sent the royal family into the kingdom of God." the man who was in the prime minister's office said, who was the one in charge of the investigation and retrieval of other royal families, remains.
The Prime Minister, she heard, many people say and even have herself saying it a few times in her life but mostly is a joke, 'God Save the Queen' but it seems that God decided to take the queen, as well as her son and the rest of the Royal Family, leaving the nation without a monarch. Even though the Monarch's position held no real political significance, except culturally and religiously, the position was important to the people themselves. "You and the royal investigators of lineage, you'll search the Bloodlines to see if there are any existing Royal members that could sit on the throne. I will not be the prime minister to announce to the people that the monarchy is dead just because of a freak weather phenomenon and their government was powerless to stop it." She fumed, seeing the situation that she was now in not just because she would have to deal with writing a speech and then informing the public, both are easy enough to do. but that's not where the problem lies.
It's those damnable Wizards and goblins; as it was a member of the royal family who signed the treaty to give all magical their independence so long as their magical conflicts do not bleed into the non-magical world. A similar treaty was signed with the Goblin Nation, in a way the Goblins are the only allies to the royal family and would only accept requests from them if asked. Not just that, the goblins were the biggest and largest contributors to the Royal Treasury's gold supply within London's gold vault. With the death of the monarchy and a possible End Of The Bloodline, the Goblins could easily take back what they had given or call the treaty null and void, and possibly set their sights on taking over the non-magical UK. Unlike the Wizarding populists, the Goblins have been keeping up with today's Times, developing their form of Technology with a touch of magic to amplify their developing technology; plus they've been purchasing a large stockpile of weapons from the failing Soviet Union.
The Goblins are by far a greater threat compared to the Wizards in the magical world. The war may have been over for a few years, soon after she had taken her position, but she was still dealing with reports of kidnappings, disappearances, and a few reports of rape with individuals who soon after the report, had lost their memory of the event. She was so close to just going and informing the I.C.W that the British Ministry of magic has lost all semblance of control, instead of reporting to them of the situation she simply tried to get the current head of the government on the magical side to get their act together and deal with the situation by deadly force if need be.
As quickly as she had made the demand, she would soon receive an answer a month later. The report from a few muggle-borns who were working for MI6 reported the terrorist leaders to feed and the capture of his many followers, with some of them going into prison. She may not be a strong proponent of this type of sentencing, but she would prefer it if they all had been executed for their crimes against humanity and attempted high treason. She went even as far as requesting to see that the criminals were permanently put down. But as it was her request that was denied by the current head Warlock, 'the man went as far as to meet with her telling her that all men deserve a chance for Redemption.' He lectured; she had argued further her points of the many crimes these terrorists were guilty of and what form of redemption they could gain while being sentenced to life imprisonment with creatures that suck the very essence of life out of a person if given a chance.
Despite her wants and desires regarding how the situation should have been addressed, dealing with the criminals, she was nevertheless glad that it all came to an end; she just had to deal with the cleanup. " It's Paramount that we find someone to sit on the throne, there's too much riding on this." She didn't say any further, knowing that there were a few members that were not informed of the Magical World, except for the few that were in the room, such as the agent and the one in charge of Royal lineage, that she could see in the room.
" Give us a week before making the speech, we will find a suitable person to sit on the throne even if we have to go century's worth of backtracking within the Royal bloodline itself." An elderly man says as he stepped to the side of the prime minister's desk, she immediately recognized the old graying man that was in charge of looking after the historical Royal lineage.
Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a silver flask that she kept hidden in her desk and poured the contents of it into the tea that had been brought to her earlier, before returning the flask to its hiding spot. " You have one week to discover a successor, that is as far as I can go before I have to make the announcement," she tells him as she grabs the cup and down the contents of it in one gulp.
The man bowed his head out of respect before stepping out, letting the other men have their turn with the Prime Minister and discussing other important matters of little note to him and of his duties.
~Line-break~
3 Days Later
Half a dozen men of both historians and scholars were scouring thoroughly through the few documentations of the Royal bloodline. The few of the parchments had never seen daylight, not since they were last penned. An old man was watching the flurry of activity as they were busy scouring away, looking for the appropriate successor despite already discovering one form of documentation of a bastard son who now resides in Las Vegas as a comedic performer. ' Not the ideal heir to the throne,' he thought to himself; yet he couldn't percent this one to the prime minister, not yet, not until there was no one else that was more qualified within the bloodline.
He turned away from the window from the view of the Scholars working dutifully on their duties as he then change his view to the open documents of the bastard heir that was laying on his desk, he reached over and closed it; he then proceeded to reached for the phone as he about to call to order takeout as he already decided to stay overnight and help to continue the search for a viable successor that won't embarrass the country.
No sooner had he picked up the phone than one of the scholars burst into his office Breathing heavily as he was holding a scroll, "God, are you okay? You look like you were being chased by the hounds of Hell." he commented on the man's Haggard appearance; the man was just as old as he was but with more of a silver hair on his head, and looking like someone who would have retired years ago, yet remaining fit enough to make himself this winded.
" I... *pant* have... *pant* branch... *pant* that is still... Exist" The man couldn't get out any other words as he was too busy bent over placing his hand on the side trying to catch his breath while holding on to the scroll tightly.
He held up his hand, stopping the man further from speaking, and waved his hand to a plush armchair; the senior scholar took the invitation and sat down and was beginning to catch his breath.
" All right now tell me what have you discovered," He asked the man who had rushed into his office.
The senior scholar held out a scroll and handed it to his fellow scholar and supervisor, " the scroll contains information of a branch member of the family that had split off about six hundred years ago. Second-born Prince Alden was destined to become a priest, but he chose not to fulfill the desires of his King, Prince Alden had left his place of birth and grabbed whatever Trinkets and Treasures that had belonged to him and married a woman and then took up his new wife's family name to further himself from the Royal Line. The woman in question he had married was part of the secret in our history that's now hidden behind a veil of Secrets."
He had listened to the old Scholars explanation as he unfurled the scroll and looked at the bloodline, " the king never disowned his second-born son, probably out of stubbornness in keeping his son within the line of succession purely out of spite since the prince was so interested in defying his father and marrying someone of no Noble birth." the supervisor scholar stated to his fellow scholar, as he was reading over the scroll, seeing some comments written by the king; there shall be no son that will dare try to further himself from the Royal Line or defy his commands. He didn't miss that small bit of mention of the Magical World; any member who had reached senior rank or became head of the Department of Lineage was informed about the magical world, how the Royal bloodline often mixed in the magical world since the time of King Arthur. It was the one thing that had sent his head spinning when he had taken this position, and he was informed of the sensitive details, that King Arthur existed; that his sword was part of the Royal Treasury, and that it was much more guarded than that of the Royal Crown itself.
" Looks like we have to send an Envoy to the ministry to look up the entire lineage of the Peverell's house and see if there are any existing members or descendants of them." He had rolled up the scroll and placed it on top of the folder.
The old man stood up and nodded his head in agreement, "Despite my loss of my abilities I think I can still have contacts in the Unspeakables. They'll probably request something in return for further assistance like always." the old man says as he turns and looks towards the door and begins to move.
"Give them what they desire except either the crown or the sword; those artifacts are too powerful for anyone trying to unlock their Mysteries without paying serious consequences."
The senior scholar had stopped and nodded his head, " I'll try to negotiate with them to get the documents for the lineage of the peverells, they are much guarded in comparison to the other bloodlines since they created three powerful artifacts that to this day are considered the most dangerous like both the sword and the crown. But I think I can get them to settle for something less dangerous, maybe a few bars of orichalcum." He placed his hand underneath his chin and again thought up different items he could exchange for this type of information as he was again starting to walk out of the office.
The supervisor couldn't help but shake his head in amusement as he watched his fellow scholar leave his office. Despite the man becoming a squib after a failed experiment, the senior scholar always had an interesting way of trying to figure out a problem and one way or another.
" Well I have a better candidate for the throne but I will still have to present these two different options to consider if a single person still lives from the line of peverells." He said to himself before reaching back for the phone to inform the prime minister of his findings.
~Line break~
The Prime Minister was riding in what was dubbed 'The Sentinel' along with a Convoy of the same type of vehicle that was both ahead and behind the one that she was sitting in; she was reading over the file that had just recently come to her, just nearing the deadline where she would have to announce the royal bloodline's demise. After careful consideration of the two existing relatives, she has chosen the one that would be more appropriate to sit on the throne, not just because he was a British citizen nor was it because he came from a bloodline that was recognized by the king at that time. The real benefits were that the heir in question was still an easily moldable child which would be considered appropriate for the ideal King for Britain and a future representative in the magical community.
" Madame Prime Minister, this may cause some problems with the other Ministry." one of the men, who was the personal bodyguard of the Prime Minister, says as he had glanced over at the file.
She can only snort and then let out a huff, "there's nothing they can do, if anything their own laws of inheritance would conflict with the separation of monarchs in the magical household nobility. it would be interesting to see how they would react and try to fight against this." She stated as she closed the file that she had opened it and reviewed it for a second time. She then handed the files over to her bodyguard to be put away into the security briefcase that was brought to this little field trip that she was undergoing.
The Bodyguard had placed the documents into the briefcase and had it set on his lap, " we could have sent agents to collect the boy after some careful observations of where he lives." said the man as he looks through the window and sees the near cookie-cutter copies of the houses that are passing by.
"It would be rude of me just to Simply send a group of men to pick up the boy without first explaining things, also I would like to meet the family that may become elevated into nobility for housing his majesty." She says to him that despite the sad affairs of the death of the entire Royal Family, she would still be praised for her quick diligence in discovering an heir to the throne showing the Commonwealth that she was quick to act for the good of the crown and the Commonwealth. Overall she had a good feeling that everything was going to turn out fine, which was unusual for her. Anything that she felt good about there usually led to something bad. She just hoped for once that her good feeling didn't lead to something sour.
She would feel a slight lurge forward, a small indication that the vehicle had stopped along with the rest of the Caravan of vehicles; she had pulled out the eye makeup mirror that she had in her bag to check over her face, making herself presentable to the country's new king. With all that done, she had stepped out of her personal vehicle along with the few protection details for herself and The Once and Future King, the rest of the protection detail began taking up key locations within the small neighborhood in order to protect the Prime Minister and the Future King and making sure the meeting would not go undisturbed.
Line break
He hated this day more than anything, as Harry was toiling away with the dishes and watching after the bacon as well as the cake that was baking in the oven. Today was his cousin's birthday, something that he had always participated in the preparations but never partaking in any of the festivities. If he would be lucky he would sneak a single finger of icing that would go unnoticed or the few crumbs he was allowed to have from the small banquet he would be forced to make and if he did something incorrectly or it wasn't the right level of grease or sweetness you would be thrown into the covered with after a few lashes from a belt buckle and go without eating for a day or two. 'I just wish there was something better than this,' he thought to himself as he scooped up the bacon with the spatula and put it on a plate right next to a large stack of pancakes, and brought it over to the table with a few other plates he had prepared.
The breadwinner and patriarchy, the household was busy reading his newspaper if you reached over and grabbed a cup of coffee and took a swallow before glancing over and seeing the plate of food being presented to him. He looked over the side of his newspaper and grabbed hold of his nephew's wrist, tight enough to cause some pain in what he could see on the boy's face. " I will be leaving you with Misses Figg today. I will not be allowing you to ruin your cousin's 9th birthday with your freakishness," he growled at the wincing boy; as he tried not to look into his uncle's eyes in order to avoid more pain.
" Yes uncle," he quickly said as he could feel the grip on his wrist tight and even further to the point where he could almost think that his uncle was about to break his wrist. But as quickly as the thought occurred that you received a new broken bone, the grip on his uncle on his wrist loosened, leaving behind pain and what looks like a developing bruise. He knew it was safe to raise his head as he heard the turning of a newspaper; he had stepped away from the table and carried out his other duties, all while not crying about the pain that he had just received from his uncle. Something else yet learned crying would not do anything, only elicit more pain.
The loud thumping of his cousin's going down the steps could be hurt as he just woke up and realize what today was, it was fortunate that Harry had nothing in his hands as his cousin the fat elephant make sure to slam the side of him knocking him onto the ground as he made his way to the table and began gorging himself on be a prepared plate that was made for a family of four on one plate.
Picking himself off the ground and averting his eyes from watching his cousin devour multiple servings of bacon, pancakes, and eggs, he then returned back to the front of the oven and peeked inside, and saw that the cake was ready to be pulled out. Using the flimsy mittens he was allowed to have when working the oven, he took out the cake and put it onto the side, and waited for his aunt to come over for her to decide whether or not he would be doing the icing or she would do it herself.
He glanced over and saw the stern expression of his aunt's distance; one would say that she almost looked horse-faced at a distance. He immediately broke eye contact, not wanting to tempt her ire with a show of disrespect towards her; he never understood why she hated him so much, yet, all the same, had a hint of care towards him; it was always confusing him. but he had long ago decided not to ask why these flip-floppy emotions that she would give off.
Taking her presence as a sign, he stepped away from the cake and began to perform the other chore-like duties he had in the household. As he walked past the dining table he was immediately tripped by his cousin with his foot extended causing him to fall onto the floor once more. This time his glasses fell off his face and hit the ground with enough force to pop out one of the lenses and break into two.
" Now you did it, boy," bellowed his uncle as he watched the freak fall to the ground and break the lens and not see the fact that his son had tripped the freak. " Money doesn't grow on trees you know you little shite until then you'll just have to deal with just the one lens," he growled at his nephew ever since the boy had come into his life, it was always freaked phenomenon happening around him the headmistress' wig turning blue or the freak ending up on top of the school roof or those annoyances from concerned teachers that do not know when to leave matters Beyond them alone. Fortunately, they don't stay long, usually ending up moving away or forgetting the matter altogether; he assumed it was just another freak phenomenon that happened around his freakish nephew.
Squinting his eyes, he can't help but feel the wind at the ruining of his glasses; despite them not being a proper fit for his eyes, he still needed them to see. He picked up what was left of his glasses, and he slipped them onto his face; he knew that his uncle would take almost a year before he would receive a new lens if he didn't go blind in one eye until then, so he may do what he had left of his only means to see. He had picked up the fragments of his Glass lens in the hopes of simply super-gluing them back together, or maybe using his freakishness to repair them.
Ever since he had turned the teacher wig blue and teleported on top of the school, he had been secretly experimenting with what his uncle called the freakish nurse but in small increments, simply to fix things, or make it so that he wouldn't have to perform a certain task without it being obvious that he had done something to it. Like his glasses, at one time the arm of his glasses snapped completely off. But he managed to put it back together with just a simple flexing of his own will; fortunately, no one knew that his glasses had been broken at the time. But now it would be too obvious that he was using some sort of weird ability if his glasses were perfectly fixed and his uncle would beat him bloody for it. He let out a mental side and simply pocketed the fragments; maybe superglue would work.
*Ding *
Vernon let out a growl as he sipped his coffee; after he had swallowed, he let out a bark of an order, "BOY! Go see who it is if it's one of those salesmen tell them we don't want anything." he says, barely even glancing at his nephew, who was getting up on his feet.
Letting out another mental sigh, he headed straight for the front door; it opened up the door, and he was about to say politely that his relatives didn't want anything but his words died on his lips as he saw a woman who look just as old as his headmistress at his primary school, but he recognized her from the rare instances that he was allowed to watch the television.
She was the Prime Minister, and she was looking at him with a warm smile, something that he wasn't used to seeing on another person that wasn't reserved for his cousin or other children with their families. All he could do was stare at the most important woman in the country.
Letting out a growl, Vernon had put down his newspaper, he headed into the foyer, where the front door had only just stopped, and stared at the woman that was in his doorway. "Madame Prime minister... Isn't this a surprise... I... I... I..." That was all he could say as his job again moved up and down along with his lips twitching. But no sounds were coming out as his brain was just trying to fight the overload it was experiencing in that brief instant.
When she had seen the boy that had to open the door, she couldn't help but feel relief and joy at seeing his majesty; but there was something concerning that she had noticed. He was wearing glasses that had a missing lens and looked incredibly small for his age, and his clothes seemed fairly large and well-worn to the point they would be considered rags in comparison to normal clothing. Then there was his iconic scar that a few of the Wizarding books that she had recently sampled had mentioned. If anything it didn't look like a normal scar; she had a father who had served in WWII where he had gotten his own nasty scar in performing his duties for King and Country. But it eventually faded over time, to the point when she had last seen him alive, the scar had almost completely faded into nothing more than just a slight skin blemish. While the boy's scar seemed like it was just yesterday as he had just received it, it almost looked cancerous.
Mr. Dursley's hand just appeared on the boy's shoulder; then he was taken aside to bring more attention to the girthy man who was undoubtedly the boy's uncle. From the moment that she laid her eyes on the man, she immediately felt a spike in her cholesterol intake then she felt a strong urge to go to the gym and run for a good mile to burn off about 200 days worth in the few days that she would have spoiled herself with one or two sweets she would rarely allow herself. Looking past the size and girth of the man, she couldn't help but notice that the way his mustache in the fat around his face made him look similar to a Walrus. The man gave her a warm smile that at least offset the man's body and face.
She had straightened herself and raised her head high, "Greetings Mr. Dursley, would you give me the Good Fortune to let me in." She requested to find it quite rude that the man didn't at least offer her to be let in, or for that matter, offer any forms of hospitality. Even if she was the single most important woman in the country at the current moment second only to the boy that she has come to collect.
Blinking dumbly and then nodding his head the rotund man moved out of the way and waved his free hand towards the sitting room to the side, while his other hand was forcefully pushing the Raven hair boy behind him.
Seeing the offer, the prime minister gave the man a slight nod of thanks before she stepped into the room. Her eye glanced over to the Raven hair boy, seeing him being forcibly hidden behind the large man.
She should have known that the good feeling that she had gotten was just another omen, and with her luck, she could minimize whatever damage that may have occurred, either by non-magical or magical means.
When she stepped into the room she couldn't help but see a well-decorated and clean sitting room. From the few furnishings and the other decorations that adorn the furniture and chimney, she could tell that this is the premier room for guests. If the queen was alive, she would have found the room to be comfortable enough to meet her taste, as for the Prime Minister it was too Victorian for her taste.
She had sat down on a plush armchair made of fine leather and by the feel of it, it had gotten a great deal of use, making it soft allowing her to get comfortable immediately without having to readjust herself, so she could sit more comfortably.
The next person that entered the room was her bodyguard/muscle that was at her command in case things went wrong, or on occasion requested him to remove problems that a man of his talent could easily remove within the limits of the law.
Coming into the second entrance to the sitting room A family of three consisting of both the man and woman of the household and their one son, they give the Prime Minister a proper greeting; shaking the hand of the man of the house as well as his son, and seeing the woman of the household give a slight curtsy in the prime minister's presents.
But there was one exception: the boy that she had seen moments ago wasn't present, and from what her sharp hearing could tell he was toiling away in the kitchen if the clinking sounds of dishes and the light whistling sound of tea were to be put on. "I would never have thought I would be visited by the prime minister of all people in my home. I hope you like the decorations and it has taken me years to collect all the proper fittings to truly make this place fit for a queen as well as making it welcoming to all people of importance." the lady of the household said proudly, with her head held high.
" It's an interesting form of decoration but not to my taste but still good though." The Prime Minister had a good look at the woman; her face was long, and she looked too thin; with a bare minimum use of imagination; it would not be difficult to imagine this young woman being a horse, or at least a face of one.
The next thing that she caught sight of was what was obvious, a bratty child who was fidgeting in place and trying to turn his head and watch towards a television that was still running in the other room. She could hear some low rumbling sounds that she could pick up like ' why do I have to be here? And who is this weird old lady?' along with several other disrespectful words that would earn a smack upside his head if she were the mother of this boy. The other traits that she could see on the bratty child were that of an almost Pig-like nose and having a much larger girth in comparison to the man of the house.
The man of the household, Vernon Dursley, began discussing his company and his old school. The Prime Minister entertained the man and his wife for a moment and waited for the opportunity to pop the questions about the other boy and ask if he'd be joining with the rest of the family.
A sharp whistle could be heard interrupting further discussions as the woman in the household stood up, ready to go out and collect the pot of tea. But her movement was immediately halted as the Prime Minister raised her hand. " Please I have noticed that there was someone else in the household as we are already too vested in our conversation aren't we about your husband's Drilling company and his past achievements. I would hate for the conversation to be spoiled by a small Interruption of retrieving tea." Her real reasoning was to provide the only other person that wasn't participating in the sitting room with no choice but to deliver tea allowing her to see her future monarch.
Pressing her lips together into a fine line, Petunia nodded her head in agreement that it wouldn't be proper to dismiss her discussions with the prime minister. She just hoped that the boy would not unleash any of his freakishness. " Harry be a dear and bring us the tea would you please," she said, very kindly and sweetly there was an almost unnoticeable Twitch in her right eye, a small reaction to her civil words.
The prime minister's bodyguard had noticed a slight change in the body language of the woman of the household seeing her body stiffen when the Prime Minister had suggested calling the other person that was in the house to deliver the tea. The next thing he had noticed with the hidden vial, but he could vaguely detect in the women's sickly-sweet words but almost sound motherly, but it was anything but that. The Bodyguard prepared himself for anything whether be ordered to grab hold of his majesty and spirited him away from here, calling the big boys who were just waiting outside the building on the orders to smash and grab in either situation he prepared himself mentally and physically what would happen next.
A tray filled with fine China and a teacup was brought into the sitting room and set onto the coffee table with other amenities to go with it. The raven-haired boy was about to turn and leave after receiving a harsh scolding whisper, from his aunt, not to do his freakishness and upset his uncle. Harry had Glanced over to the Prime Minister and immediately he saw the woman stand up before him and take several steps before him, and extend a hand to him.
Years of habit and what was expected of her, the prime minister stood up after getting a great look at the boy and giving him a warm smile; and she had taken several steps towards him and extended a hand to him. Whether it be confusion, fear, or just simple nervousness, she couldn't tell; nevertheless, Harry had taken her hand; then she gave him a firm Shake. While she was shaking his hand, she couldn't help how the boy's hand was quite boney, and from what she could see in his eyes she could see signs of malnourishment, and she could see that he was having trouble seeing her, not just because he was missing a lens in his glasses. it seemed almost like an ill-fit set of glasses for him, then there were his clothes as they were baggy and well-worn, 'hand-me-downs, if she would have a guess.' she thought to herself.
Not wanting to make the boy any more nervous than necessary, she let go of his hand and waved her hand to the available seat that was opposite the seat that she had previously occupied. Despite his nervousness, he sat down while looking confused and wondering what was going on and why the prime minister was being friendly to him. She couldn't help but remain smiling but when she had turned her face to look at the aunt and uncle her smile turned into a frown before returning to the stone facade to the confusion of the Dursley family.
She returned to her seat and began putting her elbows on the arms of the leather chair and placing her fingers together and resting her chin on top of her hands. "May I ask why Mr. Potter has been mistreated in this household." Her voice was cold and Stern, she also had given the Jersey family the raffle glare that she reserved for her opponents in politics as well as the few scums that she had to deal especially during the few international conferences and the peace Summit she was forced to participate with the few idiots that she would be accompanied with on such gatherings.
Petunia paled and tried to shrink into herself while Vernon began changing a shade of color that was in between going pale and purple as the man's eyes glanced over at the boy. As the fat man had thought that the freak had used his freakish Nest to give false knowledge to the prime minister. " What should it matter? He is a freak, freaks don't treat well." Dudley said he still tried to struggle to see the TV.
Her eyes widen and her teeth begin grinding as the prime minister hears words that had just come out of the pig-like child's mouth. For a moment, she considered ordering her bodyguard to put the Dursley family under arrest and launched a formal investigation of what could have happened in this household while his majesty had resided here before his discovery. But she would not do that yet, not until she got more information from ignorant fools.
She gave a fake cough and tried to clear her throat to try to get the attention of the two parents, who were either looking at the boy or trying to look elsewhere. " I will not repeat myself to answer my question, or I'll be forced to do something rather nasty that will take a lot of time and money and possibly send two people to prison for an unspecified amount of time." She began tapping her foot loud enough to indicate a shortening of her patients at the tapping sound of her heel-shoe sentence similar to that of a ticking clock counting down to one's Doom.
Turning his focus back to Prime Minister Vernon's purplish color turned back to a whitish pale. Any normal person would just simply confess and hope that they would get a lenient form of punishment. But the oversized man was no normal person, so his response would not be considered normal or as civilized. " We never wanted the little freak, he was left at our doorstep just as my wife was collecting milk from the Milkman this morning. He's done nothing but strange happenings with his freakiness. as he had already taken away me and my family's normality. Just like his freakish useless father and his Whore of a mother…"
The Prime Minister had stopped the man's words from spewing out further, as she stood up with fury, causing the leather chair to fall backward with a loud crash, then her bodyguard had taken several threatening steps toward the large man who immediately tried shrinking into the couch at the sight of the stronger-looking man. " You know not what you're saying, idiot! You have no idea who you are housing, and you have no idea what you have done to the single most important person in both of our worlds. I need not discuss how politically this would cause both myself in parliament and within the ministry of magic!" She roared at the fat man that was cowering more into the couch; her rage was now unleashed; if she could, she would breathe fire, and see fit that this fat man was reduced to nothing more than a burnt smear where he sat.
Shocked by what was said, Petunia gasped as she looked at the prime minister with shock. " You know of the Magical World, but how?" No sooner had she gotten the attention of the Prime Minister with her question, but she was now facing the burning fury that was the Prime Minister's glare.
" Of course, I know of the magical world. Every prime minister that's elected in the office is immediately notified and informed of the magical world. How is it that there are so many gas explosions in a country that prides itself on its safety in the industrial sectors of our country or the mysterious disappearances and reappearance that get reported daily? That's my job, having to clean up the mess of the magicals. They mysteriously forget the statute of secrecy and I have to sign waivers to falsify information to keep our civilized World civilized and not go into a panic." The Prime Minister had informed the pale-face horse woman very harshly what her job was when it came down to the magicals that allow their activities to bleed into the non-magical world.
Harry was confused; he didn't understand why the Prime Minister got mad at his aunt and uncle, and when he heard that forbidden word 'magic'. He honestly didn't know what to do; he just wanted to fulfill his task, so he could at least sneak some bread while his Aunt Uncle and Cousin were entertaining the prime minister. Yet when he was forced to sit down in the living room and saw that she was so happy to see him, he couldn't help but do as she wanted and sat down opposite her that's when everything changed when she stood up after hearing his cousin speak without thought of what they had thought of Harry was to them, which wasn't a lie. He just hoped he wouldn't face the anger that was coming from the prime minister.
Slightly overcoming his fear of being harmed by the stronger man and seeing the absolute fury that was coming from the most powerful woman in all of Britain Vernon began to think of why the freak was so important and why was the prime minister so angry. " What do you mean he is the single most important person in Both Worlds?" He damned his curiosity and stupidity, but he had to know why he was at the receiving end of such a fury.
Returning her attention back to the fat man and feeling that she was about to burst a blood vessel due to how much her blood pressure was rising, especially after hearing such a dumb question. " Harrison James Potter, after some careful searching of our own records that connects into the magical world as well as back to King Arthur. As well as the fact that the existing royal family had met an untimely demise leaving only a few descendants that could take up the throne one of them is an American bastard child and the other is illegitimate descendants after a prince decided to go Rogue. Do I need to hold your hand further before you begin to understand what I am saying?" She didn't want to just simply blurt out the boy was going to become king and wanted the fat and probably stupid man to figure it out on his own and she couldn't help but to find a little humor and his expressions as he was thinking over what she just said. Not just by the fact that King Arthur was real, or the fact that the existing royal family had perished it was the expression when he came to his conclusion that brought her a great deal of joy in his rather shocked and pale-stricken face, in the look of fear whenever he had glanced over at the boy.
For the first time in his entire life, Vernon Dursley feared for his life. He wasn't housing a freak; he was housing the royal; he knew his wife's side of the family had no royalty, remembering his wife mentioning a few times that they were farmers living in a small village in the countryside. But his brain worked faster and memories of the past came up quickly when he briefly remembered James saying or was he bragging about the supposed mountains of gold he had in his vault, as well as briefly mentioning that his family was considered nobility in some roundabout way. He looked at the boy now, not with hate but with absolute fear; if he was taken from here and spoke of what had happened, it would mean the end of everything, not just his career, but his life as well. He turned his gaze back, looking fearful and hoping that he could minimize this situation and perhaps even beg for forgiveness.
" I didn't know... I... I... am truly sorry..." he stuttered as he got off from the couch despite seeing the Burly man just inches away as he dropped down onto his knees before the Prime Minister as well as glanced over at the boy hoping that his nephew would show him Mercy.
She helped to either be raised or disgusted with the man that was close to kissing her polished shoes. " That is no excuse, even if the boy wasn't anything you should have treated him better. But I had enough of this and I will not listen to some fool simpering and begging for what I have planned for you and anyone else they had played a hand in and Mr. Potter's mistreatment," she told the man as she turned away, then turned her attention on to the boy, the immediate coward into the chair at seeing her red angry face expression. She immediately began closing her eyes and taking a few calming breaths calling for her color to return to normal and shake off most of her rage. " forgive me mr. Potter, if you'll be so kind as to take my hand, I'll be taking you away from here and you'll never have to come back here again." She extended a hand; this time her warm smile had returned.
When he heard those words, Harry couldn't help but to feel like someone had answered his prayers of being taken from here, whether it be God or some other Force. When he looked at her hand, he was afraid that this was some sort of dream. If he touched it the illusion would shatter and he would wake up and be covered, the door banging and himself packing to do some horrible sure or receive beatings from his uncle for something he did not do. Gathering up his courage, he reached out and grabbed hold of the prime minister's hand and allowed himself to be hoisted onto his feet and brought closer the woman that had cows and terrorized his uncle.
With the boy close to her side, she wrapped one arm around him and guided him out of the sitting room and the house. No sooner than she got up, she looked at another person that was part of her protection detail as she looked at him. " Arrest the two parents as for the pig child and put him under Child Protection Services. The boy may be oblivious but I think he'll behave if something television related would be on." She ordered, I know, as soon as her order was given, several men rushed into the house as the sound of crashing could be heard outside the Dursleys' home.
The Prime Minister and her charge paid no mind to the sound as they walked to the car to leave this place and never return.
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The Prime Minister had just entered her office then she moved around her desk and flopped onto her comfy leather chair, she then sighed. She had just released the sad news of the death of the royal family and the quick discovery of an heir that would sit upon the throne. What she didn't reveal to the general public was what he looked like, nor did she announce the name stating that there were still some issues that needed to be addressed before the big reveal of his majesty. She had placed his majesty under state custody. She had to be brought over to King Edward VII's Hospital to be given a full examination, and the results were quite disturbing. 'Improper heal bones, Severe malnutrition, damage to eyesight, stunted growth, a weakened immune system.' These were the few damaging effects the Dursleys had done on the poor boy. Fortunately, there were ways to heal all that damage, and then some she just had to wait for MI6 to bring their man that had contacts who is a skilled healer that we keep her mouth shut on whom they'll be Servicing.
Without knocking, an elderly man with silver hair, a shaving face, and wearing only a gray suit had walked into the prime minister's office without being announced or giving the Prime Minister fair warning that he was arriving.
She stood up straight, and nearly splattered out, an insult for the surprise visit, "Director! Your visitation has not been scheduled with me. I can't have random people just barging into my office, especially the head of MI6." She had given him a cross-look, not pleased by his sudden arrival, has she ever already gotten enough stress dealing with the public, and their questions, but she can't answer at this time.
The elderly man, simply smartened before his face returned to the look of indifference. " The moment that you get into the office will be having to deal with people like me, just as much as you'll be happy to deal with the magic. Speaking of..." you stepped out of a doorway letting another man with a slightly tan complexion with some short brown hair and his eyes match the color of his hair just like the director he was dressed in a suit. The only difference was his bright tan. "One of our specialists WH-69, from the moment that Voldemort began attacking villages had a mixed population of both magical and non-magical. Our agent here has been a good source of information on the light side of information-gathering in the dark and it saves many lives. Unfortunately, many of his accomplishments cannot be rewarded or receive special accommodations unless he is exposed." The director waved his hand to a man..
Switching her focus to the MI6 agent she could see that the man was in his late thirties by the looks of it and his eyes would convey a sense of warm but it had that hidden spark of cold calculating gazes.t she had seen many a Time between the different bodyguards that she would be assigned usually meant that they had killed once or twice. "Agent, can you identify yourself since the director is unwilling to identify you?" The one thing that she hated about MI6 was their theatrics; she could understand the need for security but her office was the most secure and safest place in the entire building, second only to the Royal Palace itself.
The man simply nodded his head and took a step forward and stood firm for the prime minister. "My name is Ted Tonks ma'am," he straightened his back as soon as he addressed himself and didn't say anything further.
" So you will provide us contact with an appropriate healer that will help his majesty without notifying the wrong parties that would jump at the opportunity to cause problems." her eyes were trained on the man's body language when she had asked the question; yet she could see nothing as they remained, and remained calm and firm under her penetrating gaze.
He returned the same penetrating gaze before answering her, " yes my wife Andromeda Tonk new Black, she's a certified healer has her Mastery and both healing Magics and potions. Any damage that is caused by magical or non-magical means will only become a distant memory." The director on the side nearly snickered at the small pond at the end, but his agent had just made it.
The only one that wasn't amused was the Prime Minister, as her eyebrows twitched at the hearing of a stupid pun. " very well if she is completely certified and she will not reveal anything to bring her in. Though I must ask when you say black are you talking about the ancient and most Noble House of black?`` She continued to watch his expression, yet no change on his face or Twitch in his body language when she had asked a question.
" You are correct she is of the House of black formerly, due to some circumstances of her choice of partner she was disowned by her family. She is one of few remaining members of the House of black even if she is technically disowned."
She had listened to the information that Ted had provided her with; to her knowledge, the House of Black was mostly a pure-blooded house. Along with having a few ties into the Royal courts of old during the times of King Arthur. In those times there were known as King Arthur's Black Knives, shape-shifting assassins and spies that would defend the inner sanctum of the Court while infiltrating others and relaying information back to their Sovereign ruler. It was quite humorous that a black would be needed to heal the king when their original skills often were used to silence other Kings. " Thank you for the information, now if there's not anything else that I need to be notified of. Would you kindly bugger off out of my office so I can get some peace and quiet before the mountain of paperwork starts pouring into my office."
The smirking director walked over and placed a hand on his agent before pulling his hand away and turning it and heading to the door. " I think that Dreadful paper that you hate has already arrived. It's just in time while we leave the prime minister." the director grinned as his agent turned and followed him on the way out.
They passed the assistance of the Prime Minister and seeing them carrying large stacks of documents that needed to be signed in triplicate just passed the two men. Then they had heard unladylike sounds growling and cursing no doubt at the sight of the worst part of being a politician.
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It's only been a couple of days since Harry was taken away from his relatives; he could not help but smile the entire time while he was here. Even though it was a hospital, the doctors were pleasant and courteous to him and he was finally able to taste the few foods that he always wanted to try; that didn't taste burnt, or they were just the crumbs that he would occasionally lick off the plates. Another good thing was he finally had glasses he could see out of that didn't cause him to have headaches or pinch his nose whenever he had to wear them just to see. With these, he could see perfectly and they fit comfortably on his face; he was just surprised at how quickly they could make them for him. All this was nice, but he still wondered why they were treating him so kindly, and from a few of them, showing him respect was something he wasn't shown by his relatives.
He had considered asking those who would come and visit him and asking him how he was doing. Yet every time he felt the urge to ask the burning questions, he wasn't answered, only to have them squashed down in fear that he would be returned to the Dursleys.
Despite the burning questions, he can't help but enjoy his new accommodations in comparison to his Cupboard. The room was well decorated with fabrics and other fancy amenities. Despite the fancy decorations, the main thing that brought him more entertainment than just his thoughts and the few books that he had read in the library was the large TV to himself along with every conceivable video game console that was available, including several Video game titles that were quite famous. He couldn't tell how much time he had spent either watching cartoons or playing with the Nintendo or other tv-related entertainment. The other thing that he had that he greatly enjoyed was his bed. He felt like he was sleeping on a cloud whenever he laid on it for bed, and the blankets just added more to the comfort, silky soft, and warm.
If this truly was a dream either caused by his desires or a too hard of a smack from his aunt with the frying pan. Either way, he would never want to wake up from this dream.
His musings were abruptly interrupted by a light knock on his door that led into his room. "Umm... Come in," he sheepishly answered, but knocked on his door. After acknowledging the person that was on the other side of the door that had led into his room, he saw two unfamiliar faces in one familiar one. He carefully examines the two unfamiliar people, a man, and a woman. The man was wearing a tan-looking business suit with mousy brown hair and warm brown eyes with a well-shaven face. He then saw that the man was smiling at him, a warm kind of smile, the same kind that he had seen on the other doctors and nurses that would visit him, making him more comfortable. Switching his Focus to the unfamiliar woman as he examined her, he noticed that she was much more Regal in comparison to the man that was standing right next to her. Her hair was much lighter than that of the man's hair, but her eyes seemed like black coal yet they contained the same loving warmth he had received from the man that was sitting right next to her, as well as the same type of smile that seems to be a common occurrence in this place.
To be continued...