Worlds Apart
Disclaimer: No characters in this book belong to me but rather J.K Rowling, George R.R Martin and maybe more ;)
Ottery St.Catchpole
The Burrow: Official Residence of the Noble House of Weasley
Harry's POV
The map looked bigger than i expected, its just been 3 days since i was finally set free from the Dursleys and its only today that Fred and George found out that i knew jack shit about the magical world(or realms as they call it) "So this great lump in the middle here is called Middle Earth," Fred said as he gestured vaguely to the center of the map, "Middle Earth?" ,I asked "Yeah those crackpots of old didn't have that much of a creative mind, did they." George said with a snort. Looking back, i really shouldn't have told them that i didn't know much about the realms, it got me stuck in a 6-hour lecture that even Hermione could probably not stand ...yeahh maybe not, but either way i didn't know how they expected me to remember all this nonsense when George kept sneaking Belching Blooms into the tea i was drinking. "This large mass here is The Roman Empire, yh but we don't really like to talk about those guys." said Fred, "Why?" i asked curiously, "Because" said a voice from the doorway, "the BMG has banned all knowledge and cut all ties with The Imperial Throne." The Weasley Patriarch had returned, his reddish brown hair disheveled as usual and a stain on the right pocket of his robes. "Interesting isn't it?" he asked as he inspected the map as if searching for something, " 1456-" he started, " Here we go again", Ron grumbled from his corner of the drawing room, " The Battle of the Red Plains, as its famously referred to," he continued, " A 100,000 British warriors marched upon the Scandinavian stronghold, north of the borders of Denmark, a Scandinavian incursion was occuring and The High Council saw it fit to send forces to neutralize the mutiny, yet out of nowhere,a familiar thumping of shield to earth was heard, The Roman legion, accompanied by Raseus Caesar and his dragon riding Targaryen 'cousins' and they lay waste to the army." he halted as a shadow passed over his face, "It was hell that day," he continued, "Ronerick Weasley died that day, so did your ancestor Hardwin Potter, the Weasley House has never been the same again." he finished. "And yet, The Black Family insulted our realm by mixing blood with those snow-haired demons." Percy spat out venomously, "Blimey!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "Do not speak ill of the founding families, i taught you this". Percy harrumphed frustratedly, " Is he talking about The Caesars?" i questioned cluelessly, Mr Weasley nodded his head solemnly, " Yes, blessed family they are, beauty,money and power,divine power people might say, rulers of rome" he said, "They're so rich and powerful, they make the Malfoys look like a poverty-ridden family. He looked up and glanced at my face as he said," Since that day, an unadulterated hate blossomed in the heart of the British and many may have forgotten, but the old families remember, many heirs were lost that day, and because of that there was a unanimous vote in The Wizengamot, the first of its kind, and the wards were restructed, preventing entry of those with Roman blood." "About 2 centuries later, an order was sent from the ICW and the wards were lifted, but the scars remained." he finished with a low note. "Well" he exclaimed, suddenly bright again, " I can smell warmed Lyseni milk, meaning Molly is done in the kitchen."
Immediately he finished he and all his children rushed out of the drawing room leaving Harry staring at the spot that said Constantinople on the map.
Constantinople, City of the gods
Capital of Roman Empire
Benedicti Palatio: Residence and Official Seat of the Caesar Imperial Family
"You're sure about this, about returning?" questioned the incredibly beautiful white-haired woman, she was Tauriel Raenys Caesar, The Domina Regens of the Roman Empire, "I'll be fine Aunt, besides,who can possibly cause me any harm." said the ethereal looking white-haired male, he stood at a good 5'11 almost 6 and had beautiful locks of snow white hair in an elaborate knot on top of his head, intertwined with a golden, gleaming, gilded band that is customary to all Main-blood Caesars, he focused his kaleidoscopic eyes unto the mirror as his Aunt adjusted his robe, he is Arcturus Jaehaerys Black-Caesar, First of his name, the lord of Constantinople and of the Isles, Marquess of lexington, heir to the High Dukeship of Black, to the Viscounty of Mercia and the Aurata Sedes of Rome. 16 years ago, he was rescued on the shores of England by a brave maid and the 2nd General of the Roman legions and his counterpart. He was brought to his Grandmother, The Grandmater and later to his aunt Tauriel, he was drafted into The Hannibal School of Military at the age of 7 and studied and served in the junior ranks of the legion until 11, at 13, he led the stormy march against the Orc stronghold in Nørrgärd, at 15 he led men into battle against Iraqi sand rebels and yet here he stands, being fussed over by his aunt as he readies to return to Hogwarts after his 2yr absence after his 1st year. He looked down at Tauriel as he said, "Regardless of the circumstances of my self-imposed exile, i have left instructions for the Senate" he remarked as he turned away from the hands of his aunt and the attendants as he walked to the window of the drawing room they were in, he looked down into the Courtyard Sina and gazed at his playing cousins, absentmindedly he played with the signet ring on his middle finger as he continued, "The Praetorian Guard is not to accompany me-" he started, " Absolutely not!" exclaimed Tauriel, "Tauriel my mind is made up." he said with conviction as he turned and walked toward her and laid his hands on her shoulders. He gave her a kiss on her forehead as he continued, "Duty and service, you taught me that, there are duties i must fufill in Britain,until they are done i will not return, as much it pains me to part with you" he whispered against the skin of her forehead. He removed his lips from her forehead and looked her eyes, one kaleidoscope into another, " Mother knew, so did Father, it was no mistake they decided to take refuge in Britain than behind the Villa's secure wards, my destiny is tied to the fate of Britain, a wrong must be righted and only i can do it." Tears leaked from the corners of the eyes of the ever- composed Regent, " Revetere in una, absque mundo erimus" she whispered in latin as she straightened herself, "Ut semper" he replied as he took hold of the glowing portkey right before it whisked him away to a foreign land, to face a great destiny.