Chapter 51
"Rig, those curses didn't hit me. I was apparated out from there. I didn't know who did that but after I woke up, I got to know I was in
Peverell Castle.
~FLASHBACK~
Harry opened his eyes. He saw an elf looking at him with eyes wide and tears brimming through it. He got up from the bed. He looked around and saw the The crest which he had been learning and had seen many times but it couldn't be ...
It was Peverell crest. Yes it was Peverell crest he saw the room in which he had been out it was the room which had the maximum extent of grandeur which money could buy in ancient times. Harry realized what had happened in the 3rd task he was about to be hit by killing curses the second time but he remembered as soon as the killing curse was about to hit him he felt something pulling him and soon he blacked out and had woken up now in Peverell castle which his Grandfather had told him dozens of stories of the magic surrounding the castle and its inhabitants of the PEVERELLS the most powerful clan of magical Britain which the Potters the ruling clan of magical britain thought of as equals in power.
"Master has awaken, at last the master returns to bring glory to this great House" the elf all but screamed in excitement
"Ehh..." Harry was confused or shocked to say a word his little brain needed some time to process everything
"Lucky be sorry to scare you master. I be Lucky, Head-Elf for the most Ancient and Most Noble house of Peverell! These others be Chancey, Risky,Tuney and Lottie there were 300 Elf in total when the last Peverell master died but most of the Elfs were sent to Potter's castle and only 60 were left in this castle for upkeep of the castle but in time all others passed on and only 5 of the 60 original Elf's descendents remained"
"Hi everyone, I am Hadrian James Potter nice to meet you" Harry said moving his hand forward to shake the little elfs hand
"Master hadrian you are kind just like the previous master in the stories which my Grandparents told" Lucky said in excited voice
"You can call me Harry if Hadrian is , where am I currently and how did I come here" Harry asked
"Master, you appeared in this room 3 days ago when we felt someone in the castle we rushed here and you were unconscious. When we saw you we felt the Peverell magic inside you so we gave you all the treatment which we had learnt from our parents" Lucky told Harry nodded at it he was about to speak to lucky when he felt something pulling him and in a second he was thrown outside the Peverell land he was lying on ground in front of an big old gate when Harry woke he saw that the gate was made up of gold instead of iron. Soon lucky appeared next to him.
"Master touch and it will take a small drop of your blood to register you as the head and you can control the wards" Lucky said Harry did as he was told he felt the control of the wards being transferred to him he saw vast well maintained ground.
Harry started walking on the road which went up towards the Estate.
Eventually the road twisted and turned, and he saw the old boundary wall of the grounds and eventually as he walked a large Gate House appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
Two stone towers rose up either side with a stone bridge connecting them, the face of the stonework was the Peverell coat of arms and on top of the towers were two stone figures, a thestral and a Black Dragon (Potter banner), that were rearing and looked menacing and majestic at the same time.
Under the stone bridge was a large metal gate. The Great Gate, as Harry was told by his little tour guide, was made of an enchanted metal and was a doorway through the powerful wards that lay over the walls that the Gate House was built into.
They presented a very imposing structure with the tall towers, the Arms and Incals on display and the large walls surrounding the estate, but they held a kind of elegance and beauty. He stepped up to the gate and placed a hand on the metal and he felt a flare of magic. He winced slightly but nothing happened, and the gates opened silently and his Peverell ring glowed and allowed him entrance.
On the other side of the gate he got his first look at the rebuilt structure that was old. It was not fully rebuilt but it was just supported to stay in the shape which it was in, and from this distance he could see the size of it, and he felt himself catch his breath.
The house itself was a mere shell of its former grandeur, all that had been built were the basic stone walls, floors, and roof but the room which he woke up earlier looked like a grand Castle when he enquired about it with Lucky he was told that this Manor was Manor in which Peverell's lived before the Dragon kings had attacked and they made the Manor a ruin which was since not rebuilt by the wishes of Peverell elder as he had told this ancient castle would remain the same it is to remember and to pay tribute to their fallen heroes who died protecting our land. Hence the Peverell Castle was rebuilt in a different location.
The grounds were vast; large woods surrounded the house and lake, it had large hills that were dwarfed by the surrounding mountains, it reminded Harry of Potter Castle and Hogwarts but more magical as the wards around the large property were again being recharged after millennia and far more beautiful and tranquil.
Outside the grounds was the larger estate, much of the estate was well maintained but some of it had been tamed once more into workable farmland or overwise open fields and hills.
He wondered about the land's history, and how his family had come to own such a beautiful estate, suddenly he felt his ring grow warm on his finger and he looked at it to see the Peverell Heir ring now was replaced by Peverell Lord ring whose stone was glowing and images pressed themselves into his mind all showing the Estate throughout its history.
An ancient looking village, then a newer settlement made of stone, and then an imposing castle had been built where the house now stood. In the next image, he saw that the castle had been demolished, and it was slowly rebuilt into a large stone structure. The structure changed through the images and it became more refined and eventually became the Peverell Manor.
The transformation to the House had been fascinating, watching how over time and centuries new advances had changed the appearance of the House until it became what it was, but what had shocked Harry early on was the village that he had seen in the images, once it had been on the spot of the House but after the village was removed it had been relocated to a different part of the estate and Harry had seen it for what he guessed was centuries but it looked to have been abandoned many years before when the last Peverell Lord died and all the inhabitants were moved to Pottersville.
Deciding he wanted to see the site of the old village he set off across the grounds and back out through the great gates and up the lane following the grounds border wall and it took only ten minutes to reach the site of the old village.
There was something in the earth under him, he could feel some type of residual power in the air and around him. It was diminished, but it felt old, very old much like the family magic itself. The village was mainly inhabited by Peverell clan members but as they rose to prominence others joined them by accepting Peverell Elder as their Lord.
The village had long been left by its inhabitants all moved to Pottersville, only small traces of it still remained. The odd spur of stone cottage and house walls could be found within the overgrown area. Beyond that only one aspect of the village remained.
In the center of the area was a structure that had not been removed and it even looked like it had been maintained as the grass around it was cut and had four paths leading to it, a large stone well made of blacked stone that was covered in carved writings. Harry inspected the scripture and saw that there were actually numerous different languages on the stone, some he recognised, and he could read them;
These ancient hills and the waters are called the Dead Lands, the home of the Veraelidir Tribe. Protected by the deity who takes the form of the thestral, who bestowed its power to the Elder.
In the years of the Western Conquest, the mages of the olive lands attacked the village and killed our Elder overwhelming the village with new power. These conquerors claimed these lands as their own but the Elder Blood endured.
The Olive Rulers governed this land through the cruel legionnaire Usurper. After years of bloodshed and wars the Usurper was killed in a war in the south. The granddaughter of the last Elder and the Usurper's son wed and ruled over Verale.
Turmoil comes to our shores from the north seeking conquest, and these blood thirsty men seek only death and riches. They killed the Patriarch dishonorably, but with his passing the son took the mantle of Patriarch and in a show of great power drove the invaders out of the village of Peverells and barred their entry to these lands.
The Dragon King to the west has begun a purge of his kingdom and gone to war against the Old Religion and the general practice of magic. Realizing the threat, the Patriarch protected these lands from those of mundane power, but even in the hidden valley the Great Purge was felt.
When the throne passed to the Once and Future King Edmund Potter who sought only peace and stability. He brought together the families who practiced the Old Religion and were recognised as the oldest houses of magical blood. The King officially recognised the ownership of these lands to the knight head of the ruling House of Peverells, whom he rejoiced as his most powerful of all The Bannermans.
House Peverell endured for centuries and rose high in standing but a great plague came to the country and dark force came, unseen to the ordinary folk. The war tore through the magical lands and it arrived on our borders. Our Lord refused but in retaliation they unleashed a new plague killing most of the people of the Valley. The King who was fighting the enemies from all sides of the border trusted his able knights to fight the threat. The three sons of Peverelle fought back together and ended the conflict but cursed were the Elder 2 for all their accomplishments.
On this day we lay to rest the last Lord of House Peverell, Invectus Peverell , the son of the youngest of greatest three, there will his bones lay with his ancestral kin forevermore. The ancient line ensures through the rebirth of this House in future judged by the greatest of Peverells himself he will return to bring this house to its former glory so says ancient deities.
Harry smiled to himself, the writing was like a history of his family and how they had risen to be who they were and he wished he could read it all and vowed that he would one day translate it all to see what else was written in the stonework. Now he understood why Lucky was telling that he had returned to bring back the glory this great house once had.
Now Harry started to go towards the main Peverell Castle When he reached the Castle gates Lucky told Harry again to touch the gate lock and it will take a small drop of his blood to confirm he is the new lord and when Harry did the glamor fades and before him is a beautiful, well-kept easily as big as Black Castle but not quite as large as Potter Castle.
Harry slowly walks up to the door and Tuney opens it as he gets there and says,"welcome home, Master!"
Harry smiles and takes a tour of the Castle he then goes to the Coat of Arms placed in the 3rd floor of the castle he could feel his Peverell ring pulling him there he then taps the ring on the Coat of Arms and it was the most beautiful Lords Study he has ever seen.
Harry is led to a picture just inside the Lord's Office and he can feel the pull on his magic, there is something either behind the picture or inside the picture. Harry runs his finger with the Peverell Lord's ring on it around the frame and he finds a sharp pin that pricks his finger, the picture is disillusioned, and a doorway is there. Harry steps inside and he can feel the entire Castle as if it had a pulse, and the pulse was getting stronger. Harry sees a book, a grimoire, and here it was the famed BOOK OF DEATH sitting on a pedestal and as he places his hands on the grimoire, he has flashes of memories going through his mind and a comforting feeling comes over him welcoming him home! Harry read over the section regarding the ward stones and he again pricked his finger allowing his blood to be absorbed into the stone and it began to glow a hazy Grey color and Harry could feel the magic and power being renewed.
Now Harry had to decide whether he should return or train here he remembered his shameful defeat against voldemort. Harry had heard about the famed Peverell magic he had decided he would train so that he could defeat Voldemort and show him why the Potters were feared across the world.
~FLASHBACK END~
The magic of Castle apparated me out of that place using all of its magic which led to weakening of its wards and after I woke up the magic of the wards were recharged. And for 6 months I have been Practicing Peverell Magic. I didn't know about the attack on Diagon alley. I learnt about it this morning and rushed here. I was on my way to Potter's Castle when I got the feeling that Daphne was in danger, thanks to the ring. I was on time and rest is history" Harry finished his story. Charlus stood up from his bed as he said
"Harry, you have done something which many Potter's from 1000 years, couldn't do. I am proud of you" Charlus finished as the whole Potter family nodded showing their agreement.
"Grandfather I wanted to ask if you can send some elf's to Peverell Castle for its upkeep as the number of elf's present there is not enough" Harry said
"Of course Harry. Can you tell me more about Peverell lands all I have heard from the stories from my Grandparent's" Charlus said
"Grandfather when you both have fully recovered we all can go there for a picnic" Harry said at which everyone nodded
"Everyone it's time for lunch lets go" Dorea told everyone as they all stood up but Sirius and James helped Charlus and Arcturus to the dining room where everyone had lunch
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