The Arrival and The Journey
He arrived in a blast of light.
Suddenly, no longer in the warm of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Harry was hit with cold winter from every side.
Looking around, he could recognise the Scottish countryside. It was dark and the nearest town was probably far away from him.
"Perfect", he said, with a smile. "No time to lose."
Not waiting another minute, he apparated to Diagon Alley. It was the 17th of July, 1979. Just in time, Harry thought.
Late a night the Alley was empty, and most people were either hiding from the war or were asleep before going to work in the morning.
Harry went straight to Gringotts, entering the bank and going towards the goblin he recognised as being a younger Ironclaw.
"Hello, I'd like to reopen my family vault, and claim my lordship."
Looking up, Ironclaw asked "And who are you?"
"My name is Hedwyn Aelius Peverell."
Raising an eyebrow the goblin asked "Peverell, you say? You must perform an inheritance test before taking the lordship. We can do the test right here if you'd like."
"Very well", Hedwyn answered. Dropping three drops of blood onto the enchanted parchment that was given waiting for the results.
HEDWYN AELIUS PEVERELL
19 years old
Pureblood
Parents:
Father - Cadoc Brynmor Peverell
Mother - Ada Freydis Peverell née Dahl
Lordship
Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Prestigious House of Peverell
Titles
The Master of Death
Magic abilities
Parseltongue & Parselmagic
Occlumency
Metamorphmagus
Magic of Death and Time
"Very well, Mr Peverell. I'll start the process of reopening your vault"
"I'll transfer my money from my vault at a bank in Norway to my vault here at Gringotts", the money being Death's welcoming gift, of sorts.
"Understood. Would you like your lordship ring now?"
Hedwyn nodded and the goblin snapped his finger, making a wooden box appear.
Inside there was a silver ring, with carvings in the form of Thestrals. In the middle, there was a dark blue stone with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on the middle. Putting on the ring gave a rush of magic that coursed through his body. The Peverell family magic accepted him.
Looking up at the goblin he said "And I'd like for the Wizengamot seats that have been used by the Potters to be given back to me."
"It'll be done, Lord Peverell. But beware that those seats have been used by Albus Dumbledore and losing those seats means that he'll no longer be Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. Mr Dumbledore might try to contact you to gain your favour."
Hedwyn couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Let the old man try. It'll be funny to see him beg."
Ironclaw smirked and gave a nod. Harry then nodded back and turned around, leaving the bank.
’Well, well, well. Time to go home.', he thought
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The state was beautiful. Set in a remote location in Wales, the land where the Peverells came from.
Gwynt Keep was its name. A structure that felt both imposing and homely. With gardens that would make a Malfoy jealous and a building as old as Hogwarts herself.
The magic of the place of the best part. Death magic. The Peverell never shied away from necromancy and the magic of this ancestral home was the proof of that.
The chief house-elf Ædda was an old little lady who started crying when Hedwyn came inside the Keep.
Ædda not having a master in so long, she said while crying.
Harry just smiled at her, patting her on the head.
There were many other elves, all very happy to finally have a master and Harry was very happy to have them there.
Calling another place home after so long at Grimmauld Place was not as hard as Harry thought it would be. Gwynt Keep was easily becoming his favourite place. Besides being a beautiful home it had everything had needed. The library was enormous, with books on topics Harry never had at the Black townhouse. Ritualistic Necromancy and Blodcræft were just two titles he already was anxious to read.
But everything has its time.
Now, Hedwyn must put his plans into place. Reading the Daily Prophet already showed him his plans were already working.
DUMBLEDORE LOSES POSITIONS
That's right dear readers. Albus Dumbledore has just lost his position as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot or Supreme Mugwump. According to Ministry officials, a new lord came in and claimed his lordship, making Dumbledore unable to keep his titles.
Now, dear readers, you may be asking yourself who this new lord is. Well, is no other than Hedwyn Aelius Peverell, the first Lord Peverell in generations!
Lord Peverell is yet to make an appearance, but we'll all certainly be waiting for the next Wizengamot court date. Just in days time, Wizarding Britain will know who its new lord is. I can't wait!
There was a lot more pandering, which Harry couldn't care more about, so he set the paper aside and got a letter that came in just this morning.
Lord Peverell,
I was made aware that we have a new face in British politics. It's a very slippery hill, you see. Many of these politicians have nothing in mind but their own profit. So, being more experienced in dealing with these issues, I thought it would be nice of me to lend you a hand.
I have been taken care of the seats from cousins of yours, you see. The Potter family has trusted me with helping them to keep their seats in good use, and I would be more than happy to do the same for you.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
The sheer audacity of this man!, Harry thought. Does he take me for a stupid school student?
But the letter did help him in a way. Learning that Dumbledore was in control of the Potters' seats even before he was born was useful information.
As a member of a family that became part of the Potters, being Lord Peverell gave Hedwyn an advantage: the Potter House was, for lack of a better term, vassals to the Peverells. This information was in the documents he got from Gringotts years ago. The Potter accepted these terms in order to gain the Peverell wealth, as well as their properties.
Harry could act as a sort of lord over the Potters. Whatever he told them to do they'd have to comply, otherwise they could be disinherited.
Take the Potters away from Dumbledore's influence is a must. And with that in mind Harry wrote a letter to Lord Fleamont Potter and his wife.
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At Potter Manor
"Master, a letter for you", said a little house-elf to the old man who sat at the breakfast table.
"Thank you, Hiddy", said the man to the elf. Opening the letter, the Potter lord couldn't help but feel a headache coming.
Lord Fleamont Potter,
I am sending this letter to you in order to schedule a meeting between you and me. It has come to my attention that the influence of a certain headmaster over the House of Potter is graver than I had previously thought.
Now, I do not expect you to believe my stories about Albus Dumbledore right away, especially through letters. So I, as Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Prestigious House of Peverell, see no other choice than to command you and your wife to come to my residence in order for me to reveal some truths that will be beneficial for you to know. I expect you and Lady Potter at noon.
Best regards,
Lord Hedwyn Aelius Peverell
Fleamont couldn't believe what he was reading. A lord from a house the Potters are vassals to just essentially order him to come to him as if he was but a dog. He'd be outraged if he was not already used to the absurd. Being James Potter's father comes with such perks after all.
"What is it father?", his son asked from the other side of the table.
"It's nothing, James. Lord Peverell has, er, invited me and your mother to visit him tomorrow.
"Peverell? Is that the old dead family that was filled with dark wizards?", James asked, making a disgusted face.
Fleamont signs at his son's behaviour and rubs his forehead in order to ease his tension.
"We've talked about this, James. Our family has never been on the Light side. The Potters have always been a family of Grey wizards and the Peverells are our descendants as well. Lord Peverell is a cousin of sorts. Even if he's a dark wizard I want you to respect him. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Dad. Why are you so sensitive about this Peverell bloke?"
"Remember the story of how the Peverells became the Potters? Lord Peverell therefore has a lot of power over our family. If he wished to he could disinherit all of us, leaving us nameless and on the streets. You'll not do anything to anger Lord Peverell, James."
James mumbled some word as if annoyed and went back to eat.
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DUMBLEDORE AND GRINDELWALD:
A LOVE STORY?
You've read it right, dear readers. The one and only Albus Dumbledore has just been proven to have had a relationship with none other than the Dark Lord Grindelwald. Yesterday a few documents were delivered to the Daily Prophet, and in these documents was sensitive information about Hogwarts headmaster's secret love affair with Grindelwald. According to this documents, verified by us, tell the story of a young couple who, in the face of their mediocre lives, decided to rule the world together, subjugating muggles to wizardkind. The young couple, you may ask, were none other than Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald! The two were said to have a childish obsession with the Deathly Hallows, going so far as planning to use the childhood story items to rule over all.
It was also a shock to learn that the slogan Mr Dumbledore loves to use "For the greater good" came from none other than Grindelwald himself. For decades Albus Dumbledore has used a dark lord's saying as if were nothing but an innocent phrase, when in reality the story behind it is as dark as the headmaster's past.
So, dear readers, I ask you all. How can the British people believe the man who lied to us for so long, hiding his villainous past from us? How can we trust such a man to guide our youth? And what else is Dumbledore hiding?! Is he a secret Dark Lord? Is he also in love with You-Know-Who? Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named just a disguise Dumbledore uses to deceive us all? Those questions and many others will be answered by our journalist, fear not!
— Marcus Skeeter
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the news.
"This is better than I could ever wish for!", he said with a big smile on his face.
A pop interrupted his moment of joy.
"Master's visitors are here", said Ædda.
"Oh. Already? Fleamont must've rushed here after reading the news", Harry said with a smirk. "Bring them to my office, Ædda".
The house-elf nodded and apparated.
In his office, Hedwyn waited for Lord and Lady Potter to arrive. Planning on how to bring them and their and daughter-in-law under his wing.
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Fleamont felt as if he was an ant. The sheer size of the property was astonishing. The land showed the power the Peverell family had not only over the Potters but over many more unsuspecting families. Hedwyn Peverell is not a man to anger.
An old house-elf guided him and Euphemia through the grand house and to say he was becoming morw impressed with every new room he saw was and understatement. The elf stop when they reached a door, bowed to them and apparated away.
They were inn front of a dark wooden door, Lord Peverell's office, Fleamont thought and that made him feel even more anxious.
Perhaps sensing her husband's mood, Euphemia touched his arm and said "It's going to be fine, Fleamont. Relax. The man is not going to eat you alive."
"I wished I was as optimistic as you, darling", he said with a smile.
Euphemia gave him a small smile and took hold of his left hand.
Then the door opened, revealing not an old and grumpy man as Fleamont had expected, but a young joyful-looking one. He was perhaps even younger than his James. Tall with ginger hair that touched his shoulders; eyes green with a touch of dark yellow, the facial features delicate, worthy of a pureblood.
"Lord and Lady Potter, it's a pleasure to meet you", the young man said, shaking Fleamont's hand and kissing the top of Euphemia's.
"Lord Peverell, merry met", said the Potter lord.
"Thank you for inviting us to your beautiful home", said Euphemia.
After a few more nice words from each side, the three entered the office. The Potters taking the seats in front of the office desk and Peverell taking the one behind it.
"I must say I was not expecting you this early. I assume you've read the Daily Prophet this morning."
Fleamont looked at his wife before answering, she nodded at him.
"Yes, Lord Peverell. It was quite a shock I must say. I've known Albus for years now and reading about his past was... troubling."
"I can imagine. Trusting someone for that long just to see their true colour so suddenly must be a difficult thing to digest."
It didn't go unnoticed by the Potters that the young man seemed to speak from experience.
"Indeed. From what you said in your letter, however, I assume that you knew about Albus' past."
Peverell smirks and that's all the answer Fleamont needed.
"I'm afraid Albus Dumbledore is not the man you think he is, Lord Potter. I have a feeling that in the future will learn a lot more about him."
That statement left a bitter taste in Fleamont's mouth. What else can Albus be hiding, he thought.
"But that's not why I invited you two here."
"And what reason might that be, Lord Peverell?", asked Euphemia, after the two men ended their exchange.
"Oh, Lady Potter. I wish to help your family, of course. We are also family after all, aren't we? But that aside, let me ask you this: your daughter-in-law is caring a child, isn't she?"
"How do you-", Fleamont started asking but Lord Peverell raised his hand as to tell him to wait.
"I assume you've read some books from the Peverell family, Lord Potter. Books that talk about a very rare ability that some Peverells had."
"A seer?", Fleamont asked, baffled by the implications of that.
"Somewhat. The future is not one thing, you see. It's like a tree that grows branches from branches. A never-stopping cycle."
"So you saw Lily pregnant? That seems a bit odd. I thought seers so important moment in the future", Euphoria said.
"Oh, but that child is very important, Lady Potter. That child, if the circumstances are correct, can have the power to take down the Dark Lord."
To say the Potters were shocked by this revelation was an understatement. Fleamont were wide open and mouth agape, while Euphemia had a hand covering her mouth, more dignified than her husband.
Before the Potters could say anything, Hedwyn began "But those circumstances would not be good ones, you see. That's the reason why you're here. You know of the ties between our families, of course. The Potters swore allegiance to my family, but my family also swore to protect yours."
"You want to... protect our grandchild?", Fleamont asked.
"Very much so. It would be a disgrace for me and my family to know what the future holds for your family and simply do nothing about it. We are related after all, even if distantly. So what do you say? Will you accept my help?"
Fleamont looked at his wife, her face impassive, but her eyes told everything he needed to know.
"What would we need to do to keep our family safe?", Fleamont asked the Peverell lord.
"First of all, all be sending you two, as well as your son and daughter-in-law to one of the Peverell's residences in Ireland. You'll be away from the war and, most importantly, away from danger. I'll also be putting the house under the Fidelius Charm, with me as your secret keeper."
"Is that all?", Euphemia asked, feeling that Lord Peverell was yet more to say.
"You must cut all contact with Albus Dumbledore, and your son must leave the Order of the Phoenix, as well as his job as Auror."
Fleamont didn't question Lord Peverell on how he knew about the Order, assuming he son in a vision. Albus had said it was a secretive organisation after all.
"That could be hard to do, Lord Peverell. James is very invested in the war. Making him leave would be very hard", said Fleamont, already dreading having to ask such a thing from his son. Merlin knows how that boy is a Gryffindor.
"Your grandchild cannot become an orphan, Lord Potter. It's very essential that both his parents stay alive. You have to do whatever is necessary to take your son away from Dumbledore and keep him in the house in Ireland. Otherwise, I fear James and Lily's child will not have an good life."
That seemed to wake something in Euphemia. The mere thought of her grandchildren having a miserable life was more than enough for her.
"Do not worry, Lord Peverell. I myself will make sure that James does as you said. He may no longer be a child but he'll listen to his mother. And I'm sure Lily you'll make him listen as well", Euphemia then looked at her husband "But what about Sirius though? James would be distraught if something were to happen to him."
"Sirius black?", Hedwyn asked; Euphemia nodded in confirmation.
"Indeed. From what I've gathered from him he can be very stubborn". It was then that an idea popped into Harry's head, making him smirk. "Tell me, do you happen to have a pensive? I've seen Sirius Black's future and the vision I have should be enough to discourage him from behaving like a petulant child."
They saw him take out his wand, a very familiar one that they couldn't pinpoint, and transfigure a pen into a small glass bottle. He then put the tip of his wand to his temple and withdrew the memory, placing it inside the bottle and closing it.
"Show this to Mr Black. You might want to see it as well, so to know what it is about. Your son should also see, so he can know what kind of future anyone related to the order would have."
He then gave the bottle to Fleamont and the man put it inside a pocket in his robe pocket.
"I'd prefer if you could resolve everything with your son and Mr Black by tomorrow. As fast you go to the safehouse the better", Getting up from the chair, as if to signify the ending of the meeting Lord Peverell added "When things get sorted at your home, pack everything you'd need and come straight. All take you all to the house by portkey. The house has everything you need, as well as a few of my house-elfs."
After that, the Potters said their goodbyes, promising to come back tomorrow with the rest of the family, but before they could leave Peverell said to them "Oh, and beware of Peter Pettigrew."