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Chapter One: The Return pt. 1
The Nest, Manitoba, Canada
British Wixen Civil War, Finally Over
You heard that right folks! The civil war that the British Wixen World has been fighting for decades has finally come to an end. The battle -currently being called the 'Battle of Hogwarts'- ended on 2 May 1998.
For those of you unfamiliar with the situation, back in the '70s a man by the name of You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named -"call him by his fucking name! It's Voldemort. Say it with me Vol-de-mor."- Apologies for that, one of our crew part of the battle and is still not completely over it yet. As I was saying the man began killing a large number of magical and non-magical persons. Research and sources say that his goal was to 'rid the world of muggles, mudbloods -muggle-borns-, and blood traitors; however, further research showed that the man seemed to be killing indiscriminately and was very possibly completely insane.
On Samhain 1981, You-Know-Who -"CALL HIM VOLDEMORT"- attempted to kill one year old Harry James Potter only for something to happen and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was thought to be vanquished. Then during the 1994-1995 school year the British wixen school, Hogwarts, hosted the Tri-Wizard Tournament, in which the last task's goal was to find the Tri-Wizard Cup hidden in the middle of a maze.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and his fellow Hogwarts Champion -Cedric Diggory- managed to get to the cup at the same time. What happened after the two grabbed the portkey is unknown outside of speculation, but what we do know is that You-Know-Who had Cedric Diggory killed and one of his servants performed a ritual that brought him back to life.
Obviously, no one wanted to believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned and the British Ministry of Magic spent nearly an entire year printing articles questioning the sanity of Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. At the end of the 1995-1996 school year the British Ministry finally admitted that You-Know-Who -"VOLDEMORT"- was alive and for the last year things have escalated for our British counterparts, until May second.
The details of the 'Battle of Hogwarts' are not yet clear outside of knowing that the war is over and Harry Potter prevailed. As more information becomes available we will let you know.
Stay tuned for a more in-depth review of the Tri-Wizard Tournament that brought back You-Know-Who.
Lily Potter leaned back in her chair, staring blankly out the window of the six bedroom home that she shared with her family. They had settled here once they'd left Britain and plans had been to stay here until they were sure that it was safe to return. From the news story, it was safe to return to their British roots. They could finally reunite with their friends. She was sure that Sirius, Remus, and Peter had missed James something fierce. And Alice and Severus had probably been missing her too.
Oh, and their little Harry. Their baby boy that they'd been forced to leave behind because of a stupid prophecy. Lily could still remember her eldest son's gummy smile and bright eyes that outshone the sun, could still hear his giggling as James blew raspberries on his stomach and Sirius -in his Padfoot form- licked at his face 'ickl siwi! ickl!'
Finally she pulled her self out of her thoughts, realizing that James wouldn't know about this unless she told him, and again she thought about getting to see her friends and her son and excitement began to bubble in her stomach. Jumping from her seat, now too excited to stay here and wait for her husband, she rushed up the stairs, bathroom billowing behind her.
"James! James! You won't believe what was just on the radio!"
The bedroom door bounced off the wall from the force of Lily throwing it open as she rushed into the room. Acting like the children on Christmas the woman jumped on the bed, landing on her knees with a couple of bounces.
"W'a? Lils? 's wrong?"
His words were slurred with sleep, but he was fighting to get himself woke up because something had obviously happened to make his wife act like this.
"Nothing's wrong," she was quick to assure him, but there was a giant smile on her face that she couldn't drop, "but the war James! The war is over! We can go back home! We can see our friends again! We can see Harry!"
Those words did what Lily hadn't been able to fully achieve, woke James Potter right up. He sat up so fast the two adults almost headbutted each other in the process.
"Are you sure? How do you know it's over?"
"Yes I'm sure! And obviously it was on the radio," Lily steamrolled over James attempts to point out that the radio wasn't a completely reliable source, "it was Mel Fiddlewood. You know that actual trustworthy news source? The same Mel Fiddlewood who actually went over there last year to see how things were going? I think it's safe to say that Mel knows exactly what she's talking about when she says the war is over."
Well he couldn't argue with that logic.
"Fine, then there's no time to waste," the man declared as he threw the covers back and crawled out of bed, beginning the hunt for clean clothes.
"We must start packing immediately," Lily ordered sternly as she began to dig out her own clothes, "and then we need to reach out to Gringotts and see about getting a house. I was thinking the little cottage in Godric's Hollow? We could renovate it, expand it for everyone?"
"I'll have to have us reinstated first," James pointed out as he hopped around trying to get his pants on, one leg at a time.
"Of course, of course, let's just start packing for the moment and work on getting a place over there," Lily decided with a nod as she buttoned her jeans.
"No! I mean...we can have the house-elves pack up for us. We can...we can get a portkey over there and stay at the Leaky Cauldron. It'll take a couple hours to get us reinstated and claim the Potter lordship and then we can pick one of the properties until we get Godric's Hollow up."
Lily couldn't argue the logic of the plan and plus she wanted to get back and see her son. She hadn't seen him since he was less than a year old. She wondered what he would be like now? Would he look more like her? Or James? Would he have her eyes? Or her hair? She had to shake herself from her thoughts.
"I'll wake the kids, you contact the Ministry about a transatlantic portkey."
A little over an hour later, Lily and James Potter and their gaggle of five children gathered around a pamphlet of Great Britain. Between one blink and another, a familiar hook behind the navel tug and the seven wixen were gone.
Chapter Two: The Return pt. 2
Somewhere in Britain
They landed in a heap in a giant field, nothing around for miles. As all of them got to their feet and worked on getting their stomachs under control, Lily and James tried to figure out where they had landed.
"Did the travel department not give you a portkey to one of the portkey locations?" Lily asked, putout that they'd appeared in a field.
"Well..." James trailed off, looking a little sheepish, "I sort of...didn't ask for the portkey."
"WHAT?!"
The question came from both Lily and their eldest daughter, Marigold, who had been trying to help calm her younger siblings, but been distracted by her father's stupid answer.
"They were overcrowded!" The man defended, hands raised in the universal 'I surrender' gesture. "Now that the war is over there are so many people trying to come here to check on family or -like us- trying to move back home. I didn't think there was any harm in it. I mean...it left us in Britain. Just not...somewhere we know."
Lily breathed out harshly through her nose, while Marigold muttered unpleasant things about her father under her breath as she turned to take care of her younger siblings.
"Did you at least grab a map or something?" Lily demanded, hands on her hips and glaring at her husband daring him to say no.
"I thought we could just...you know...apparate to somewhere we know," he offered, trying and failing to give her the carefree grin he used to give all the time.
"The best place would probably be the 'Leaky Cauldron' place you've both talked so much about," Briar, their thirteen year old offered.
"Excellent idea!"
The Leaky Cauldron
It was a bit of a hassle to get everyone organized so they could apparate to the Leaky Cauldron. They weren't sure how far away they were so they couldn't know how much power would be needed to get there. And while James and Lily were both powerful, it wasn't enough to get from say...Wales to London. Or London to Hogsmeade. In the end they wound up each taking two children apiece and Marigold following them.
They arrived at the side room created solely for people apparating and stepped out into a nearly empty pub, which was weird since the war was over. It was still as dark and gloomy as the first time they'd ever been here, but she expected her kids would be amazed either way. Though the glance she tossed their way seemed to say otherwise.
"Evening," James called to the barkeep -the same one that had been there when they were young- gaining a big toothless smile.
"And a great evenin' tis too," the man returned, leaving the towel he was using to wipe down the counter where it was and moving to meet them, "wha' can I do fer ya today?"
"I need three rooms, if you have them, for a couple of nights...for now. Possibly longer."
Nodding in understanding, the man -Tom if Lily remembered correctly- reached under the counter and pulled out a large book and a quill.
"'S nine sickles per nigh', per room," the bald man explained as he flipped through the book, "breakfas' is served ev'ry mornin' 'tween seven and nine fer five sickles per plate, lunch is eleven in the mornin' ter one in the af'er noon, also five sickles per plate," he paused in his talking and spun the book around to point at a blank space at the bottom, "and dinner is served in the evening 'tween four and seven fer five sickles a plate."
James was scribbling out the information, knowing that Lily was the better money management part of this marriage.
"O'course we do sell food 'tween those hours, but those prices are on the board," he pointed to the sign hanging above the bar that listened a large number of items on sell.
"We'll be having breakfast and dinner for seven every night we're here," Lily informed him, taking the quill from her husband and writing down their food orders.
"Rooms ten, eleven, and twelve," Tom said as he handed the three keys over, "enjoy yer stay!"
Once the family was out of sight the man pulled the book towards him with the intent to put it back up until it was needed again, but it didn't stop him from glancing at the family's name and what he saw caused him to gasp.
James & Lily Potter - One Room - Two Days (subject to change) - breakfast & dinner
Marigold, Daphne, & Dahlia Potter - One Room - Two Days (subject to change) - breakfast & dinner
Briar & Indigo Potter - One Room - Two Days (subject to change) - breakfast & dinner
The pub was full at dinner that night, but the Potter family managed to find a table to squeeze into. Granted Marigold had Dahlia sitting in her lap and Indigo sat in Briar's lap with Daphne squeezed between her two older siblings while James and Lily shared the booth across from them, but they made it work.
They'd just finished the food when there was suddenly the sound of hundred of wings. All seven Potters looked up to see the magical owls somehow managing to get into the pub and drop papers off for everyone. Seven of them fell to the Potter table -much to their confusion because none of them ordered the Daily Prophet- and Marigold was the first to grab hold of it. Why the paper people thought three kids under the age of eight needed a copy of the paper none of them knew.
Boy-Who-Lived, Succumbed to War Wounds.
"Oh Hecate no!"
Lily and James both set their papers aside at their daughter's cry.
"Marigold? What is it?"
Tears filling her eyes the girl locked eyes with her parents and just barley managed to choke out, "It's Harry," a bit back sob, "he's dead."
Chapter Three: Harry Potter is Dead
For a moment the entire table was silent and then chaos erupted at the Potter table just like it had already erupted in the rest of the pub. Daphne and Dahlia were sobbing because they understood that something bad had happened, Indigo started bawling because everyone else was crying. Briar and Marigold were heaving with sobs at the thought of a brother they'd never met. And James and Lily were just staring in shock at their eldest daughter because surely she was wrong. Opening the paper they saw the headline clear as day. In giant black letters: Boy-Who-Lived Succumbed to War Wounds.
Beneath the headline was a large picture of who could only be Harry Potter. He was situated between a bushy haired girl and a red haired boy with a blond boy resting his chin on top of Harry's head. All of them looked dirty and tired.
'Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy after the Battle of Hogwarts.'
"He looks so much like you," Lily whispered to her husband as she reached out to touch the picture of her son, "but he's so small."
Like all wizarding pictures, this one moved. The red head shoved the blond out of the way to wrap an arm around Harry's shoulders, the blond shoved the bushy haired girl out of the way to wrap an arm around Harry's waist, and then Harry's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed to the ground. Then it started all over again.
It is with a heavy heart that I come to you today with devastating news. Our saviour, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Defeated You-Know-Who, the only known survivor of the killing curse, Harry James Potter has succumbed to wounds sustained during the Battle of Hogwarts.
For those of you who weren't there for the battle, Harry Potter fought You-Know-Who one-on-one and managed to come out victorious. What even many of those who were there don't know, is that Harry Potter had already sustained multiple injuries by the time his duel with You-Know-Who happened.
While You-Know-Who hide away from the battle, saving his strength or thinking himself to good to do his own dirty work, Harry Potter was out there on the front lines with us. He was jumping between our people and the several nasty spells that would have killed us. After every spell he would cast the counter on himself and jump right back in.
The fact that he was able to still fight and win against the darkest wizard in history is amazing and shows that we were correct in labeling him a hero. Only an hour after the battle finished, Harry Potter collapsed and was rushed to St. Mungo's where he has been ever since. Healers worked tirelessly to keep him with us, but there was a final dark curse that had been missed and by the time it was found it was too late.
Earlier this morning, the dark curse finally completely its job and took the life of our hero. Let us remember what he's done for us and work towards the better future he fought and ultimately gave his life for. And for all of you out there still celebrating, raise a glass in honor of Harry James Potter.
"Everyone, up to our room, now," James hissed in his no nonsense voice and none of them wanted to argue. They'd just gotten the terrible news via newspaper because no one knew they were alive. They had to find out with the rest of the world that one of their own had just died. They could have been there for him! He was probably all alone in the hospital, scared and no knowing what was going on!
Just the thought of it had Marigold bursting into tears again as she managed to stumble into the room her parents were sharing. "Mari," Briar whispered, wrapping his arms around his older sister, "it's...we'll get through this, okay?"
The red haired teen just shook her head. "It's not okay," she managed to get out, blurry hazel eyes locking with her brother, "he shouldn't have been alone. We should have been there! He...we'll never get to meet him! I'll...I'll never know what it's like to have a big brother. I...I've spent my life waiting to meet him and now...now..."
She trailed off, unable to talk anymore. The door opened to admit her youngest three siblings and her parents. Lily had tears running down her cheeks and James eyes were red. Daphne and Dahlia were sobbing loudly, demanding to know who was hurt and Indigo was in his mother's arms crying because everyone else was a sobbing mess.
"We should have come sooner!" Lily wailed as she clutched Indigo tightly to her, ignoring the boy whining and struggling to get away from the too tight hug.
"You never should have left," Marigold snapped, tears still spilling from her cheeks and anger at her parents burning in her hazel eyes as she held Daphne and Dahlia close to her, "you should have stayed. You should have tried to protect him instead of abandoning him to run to the other side of the world to raise a new family."
James -tears once more slipping from his tight control- straightened from where he'd been trying to comfort his wife to glare at his eldest daughter for her cruel words. "Don't talk to your mother and I like that," he snapped, "you don't know the entire story and have no right to blame this on us. We had reasons for doing what we did."
"THERE IS NO GOOD EXCUSE FOR ABANDONING YOUR CHILD TO DIE ALONE!"
The room was silent for a moment as hazel eyes glared into hazel eyes.
"You're sharing a room with Daphne and Dahlia," James said suddenly, flinging the key to room number twelve at her, "go there. Now. And don't think of leaving until you're ready to apologize to us."
The red haired girl stomped towards the door, her sisters right behind her. She paused right before closing the door and looked over her shoulder at her parents. "Nice to know that abandoning your children is a consistent thing," she sneered before slamming the door shut.
Chapter Four: Lord Potter
Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Early the next morning, Lily woke James before the kids had a chance to wake them and sent him on his little trip to Gringotts. She knew that things had gotten heated last night, the emotional upheaval of learning that her older brother was dead had seriously messed with Mari's head, but it would be okay. Once they got to whichever Potter property they had access to they would talk it over and Mari would apologize and they would forgive her and everything would go back to the way it had been...minus the excitement of getting to have her eldest son with her again.
James approached one of the open tellers and cleared his throat -five times- before the goblin deigned to give him even a look.
"What?"
Trying to ignore the unpleasant attitude -it was just how goblins are- he got straight to the point, "I'm here to have my wife and I reinstated and recognized as living. I would also like to claim my title as Lord Potter."
The look the goblin graced him with almost made James change his mind and just leave. It was a mixture of hatred and a sick sense of glee, as if the goblin knew something unpleasant about James and was looking forward to the reaction. A call to one of the many goblins standing behind the counters waiting for orders had James quickly being led down the twisting and turning marble corridors before they finally stopped outside of a large ornate door with a giant golden plate right in the center that read "Erknas, Account Protection."
"I would wish you luck Potter, but we goblins don't wish the enemy luck."
James had no idea what he'd done to the goblins to have them thinking him an enemy and he wasn't so sure he wanted to find out. Instead he turned his attention to the door in front of him and knocked loudly. It took half an hour of standing there before he was granted entrance. The goblin on the other side of the door was old -Dumbledore level old- and staring at James as if he were something disgusting he'd just found on the bottom of his foot.
"What do you want?"
James was getting fed up with these goblins treating him like a common wizard. It was like they had no idea who he was! He tried not to let any of these thoughts show on his face, but the sneer the goblin gave him told James that he hadn't quite managed to hide his feelings.
"I'm here to reinstate my wife and myself and recognized as living. We've been labeled as deceased for the last eighteen years and it's time that was changed. I've also come to claim the Potter lordship that I never claimed."
Erknas said nothing as he pulled a folder out of one of the drawers and began to flip through it. "Let's see, let's see," the goblin muttered as his long tipped finger dragged down each page, "reinstate, reinstate, no, no, no, ah-ha! So the first thing's first," Erknas stated as he opened a different drawer and pulled out a blank sheet of parchment and a knife, "we're going to have to do an inheritance test to prove that you are James Potter."
"Wha-but...but...you check the wands! Not," here he looked around as if expecting someone to pop out before leaning forward and whispering, "blood magic."
"That was before the war brought about holes in our security," Erknas said with a sneer, "so either we use the blood or you leave."
Grumbling about 'dark magic' and 'evilness' James took the knife and cut his thumb. The blank parchment was slid across the counter and the man pressed his bleeding thumb to the parchment until Erknas told him he could move it. Then he sat back and prepared to heal his wound only to see it already healed.
The blood soaked into the parchment and slowly, words began to scrawl across the page in a spidery script that he hadn't seen since he was young and his great-grandmother was writing out letters for his great-grandfather.
Inheritance Test for James Fleamont Potter
At Gringotts Wizarding Bank
with Account Protection Goblin Erknas Witnessing
Birth Name: James Fleamont Potter
Date of Birth: 27 March 1960
Place of Birth: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, London, England, Great Britain
Time of Birth: 10: 29: 43
Father: Fleamont Potter
Mother: Euphemia Potter
Wife's Name: Lily Josephine Potter née Evans (deceased)
Child One: Harry James Potter (deceased)
Child Two: Marigold Euphemia Potter
Child Three: Briar Fleamont Potter
Child Four: Daphne Lillian Potter
Child Five: Dahlia Rose Potter
Child Six: Indigo Charlus Potter
Daughter/Son -in- law: Draco Lucius Malfoy
Daughter/Son -in- law:
Daughter/Son -in- law:
Daughter/Son -in- law:
Daughter/Son -in- law:
Daughter/Son -in- law:
Grandchild One:
Edward Remus Lupin Black
Current Title(s):
Eligible Lordship(s):
Eligible Heirship(s):
"Well Mr. Potter," Erknas said as he read over the parchment, "everything looks in order. As you can see," here the parchment was placed so that James could see where the goblin was pointing to his name, "you're now officially alive again. If your wife wishes for the same then she will need to come in herself. You cannot perform the test for her."
"And the Potter lordship?"
The question got him a teeth filled grin that seemed to scream murderous. "I am afraid Mr. Potter that if you wish to take up the title of Lord Potter you must speak to the current head of the Potter family."
"And...who is Lord Potter?"
Creepy, teeth filled grin still in place, "I can't tell you. Client confidentiality."
Chapter Five: Hadrian Regulus Black
Malfoy Manor
"For fucks sake, Draco!"
The voice was deep, loud, and echoed around the giant entrance hall of the once great manor. No one would believe that the voice could have come from the short, thin teenager now laid out on the marble floor.
"It's not my fault the floo hates you."
"It's your fault that I'm on the floor," the dark haired teen whined, voice now sounding softer and quieter and not nearly as deep, as he shakily shoved himself to his feet, "I was just fine until you literally shoved me to the ground."
"Perhaps you shouldn't have been standing in the way of floo exit," the blond teen said with a smirk as he reached out to brush soot from the teen's shoulder, only proceeding to make a bigger mess of the one clean hospital clothes.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have been in the way then," the dark haired teen mocked in a high pitched girly voice that sounded nothing like his companion. Then he turned more serious. "What are we here? I thought we were going somewhere that was safe so I could rest. You know, like Healer Fiddlesticks demanded when he let me go?"
Grey eyes rolled as the taller teen gently grabbed his shorter counterpart's hand and began to drag him along at a slower pace than he would usually take. "It is safe...now. All of his followers are gone and father readjusted the wards so only specific people could get through."
It made the dark haired teen relax at hearing the wards were back to what they should have been from the start.
When they finally arrived at a large room, he was gently pushed towards the only open door. "You need to bathe and change before you try to get any rest," Draco said seriously as he made a shooing gesture towards the bathroom, "I'll find you something to wear until we can get a change to go get you some things."
All his dark haired companion could do at this point was nod in agreement, exhaustion nipping at his heels, as he dragged himself to the bathroom and into the shower. The hot water felt fantastic and helped relax his still sore and tense muscles. He had no idea how long he stood there under the spray before there were suddenly cold, strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back against an equally cold chest.
"You are freezing," he complained, green eyes managing to open enough to lock with his love's.
"And you were taking too long," the blond tossed back, turning them a little so that both of them were under the warm spray of water. "You were supposed to bathe and then come to bed."
"The water is warm," the shorter of the two complained, "and was helping my muscles relax."
"Rest will help you relax too," Draco pointed out as he grabbed a cloth and some of the scented soap that his husband was so attached to. Soaping up the cloth Draco began to gently wash the younger teen's body, sending soot, dirt, and blood swirling down the drain. The rat's nest he called hair took longer because there were twigs and leaves wrapped up in it, which..."how did you get twigs caught in your hair?"
"Hm? Oh. Must have been when I met him in the forest. I hit the ground."
Draco was unimpressed with the terrible explanation, but let it go for the moment. He wanted Hadrian relaxed and thinking about whatever had happened in the forest wasn't going to be relaxing. Instead he just focused on washing him and then he spent a few minutes just massaging the tan skin to help relieve some of the tension Hadrian was still carrying. Finally they had to call it quits and get out. Draco was much quicker in his scrubbing off -he'd been able to shower properly since the battle- and then grabbing fluffy towels to wrap around both himself and his husband.
Once the blond was satisfied that Hadrian wasn't going to catch a cold from his dripping wet hair, he helped him into the fluffy pajamas -the other teen got cold annoyingly easy- and then pulled on his own pajama pants before ushering them both into bed. Cuddled up in the center of the bed the two drifted off.
The two teens woke who knows how long later, still cuddled close in the middle of the bed. Draco, obviously being the more mature one, flicked a wrist and glanced at the time shown. It was just after lunch, which meant they'd been sleeping for over twelve hours now. It also meant that Hadrian needed to eat something. He was supposed to be eating five small meals a day to help him get used to eating a lot and to help him get his weight up.
"Rian," Draco whispered softly, giving the body in his arms a light squeeze in hopes of getting his attention, "wake up love."
"'S to early," the dark haired teen complained as he tried to snuggle deeper into Draco's side.
"Rian, come on," the blond said, giving the body a shake, "we've been sleeping for over twelve hours. You need to eat. The last thing I need is Newt Fiddlesticks bursting in here and lecturing me about your 'strict regime to health' or whatever he called it."
"I don't want to eat," Hadrian complained, turning his head so he could open one eye and stare pitifully up at his husband, "it takes so much work."
"Great Master Defeater of Evil Snakey and Hero of Magic Hadrian be callings for foods?"
The little house-elf had attached herself to him upon the death of Dobby -turns out they'd had a thing and a baby. Baby house-elves needed the magic a wixen produced to ensure they developed well and Winky's first thought had been Hadrian. Unable to deny a child -no matter the species- help, he'd bound both Winky and the baby to himself. Now the little house-elf showed up everywhere without being called and always had whatever he needed or wanted. It was weird.
"I was not," Hadrian said with an amused smile as he pushed himself into a sitting position, sadly having to move away from the heater that was Draco, "but I won't say no if you've brought some."
The little house-elf lit up and quickly levitated the tray she'd arrived with -see?!- over to rest in their laps.
"Calls Winky if Great Master Defeater of Evil Snakey and Hero of Magic Hadrian or his dragon be needing anything," she demanded before popping away.
"Bossy little thing," Draco muttered, though he looked smug about being referred to as 'Hadrian's dragon.'
"She means well, and she always seems to know what I need or want even before I do sometimes."
Draco let out a hum to show that he was listening as he took a sip of his tea as he read the paper. Then tea was spewing everywhere as the blond gaped at the paper. "Harry, Harry you really need to see this," the blond said, shoving the paper into his companion's face.
"What are you-"
The words trailed off as he read the headline: James & Lily Potter Found Alive.
Below the headline was a picture of a tall dark haired man and a pretty -kind of tall- red haired woman walking arm in arm through the doorway of Gringotts.
That's right my dear readers! James and Lily Potter are alive and well and currently staying at the Leaky Cauldron with five children all ranging from seventeen years old to three years old.
We all know the story of that fateful Samhain when You-Know-Who killed the two heroes, Lily and James Potter, and then tried to kill their heir. So how is it that James and Lily Potter are up and walking around now?
This reporter took it upon herself to investigate after seeing James Potter leaving Gringotts and then return with a woman who looked like Lily Potter. Of course, Gringotts has a strict client confidentiality rule and this reporter didn't want to get on their bad side, so I waited and listened and soon enough I found out the truth!
The couple have been living outside the country and have raised a family of five children. They've now returned to reclaim their names and status in the wixen world only to have been denied. So why wait until their eldest son passed away before returning? Why did they abandon him in the first place?
These and many more questions need to be answered and this reporter will find those answers.
Draco was starting to think that maybe he should have waited until after they'd eaten to show Hadrian the news, but it had just come as such a shock. And for years his first instinct in a situation like this was to be amazed and show Hadrian. Now he was wishing he'd thought it through. The blond watched worriedly as the paper fell from limp hands and the green eyes he loved so much fixed on something in the distance.
"They're alive," a hitched breath as a sob got caught in his throat, "they're alive and they're here. They...they have a family. They...they left me behind. They abandoned me to go raise a family somewhere else. I..."
Teary green eyes looked over at Draco as the teen finished in a whisper, "why wasn't I good enough?"
Wandless magic quickly had the tray of food moved over to the side table as Draco wrapped his arms around his husband and rocked them back and forth as best he could sitting on the bed. "Oh, baby, no. You are good enough," he soothed, running a hand through tangled locks, "you're so good and they don't know what they missed out on."
"They left me with the Dursleys," Hadrian continued, voice having moved from sobbing to a monotone blankness that scared Draco, "they left me here to die while they ran off into the sunset to make a new family."
Draco honestly had no idea what he could say to make this better. So instead of trying to make it better he just held the smaller teen, rocking them gently and petting his hair until the teen had cried himself to sleep.