How did you come up with that?
There it was again. Their newborn children had a golden tinge around their irises. Barry had never asked, but now he couldn't suppress the question that was on the tip of his tongue. Sure, he was happy, but it was something he didn't understand as well as he would have liked.
“Harry? Why do our babies have a golden color around their irises?” it was a fortnight after the triplets were born.
Their second daughter Susan Elizabeth Potter-Allen, boys Patrick Noah and Sebastian Nicolas Potter-Allen. He just hoped Jullian had come up with some stronger birth control potion as they both wanted some time off. This pregnancy was better than the one with the twins, but Harry was still bedridden and neither of them liked that.
The confused look on Harry's face surprised him though. He thought he was going off topic or something, but he certainly didn't expect his husband to be confused.
“When was the last time you looked in the mirror, specifically at your eyes. And I think he took a good look.” Barry was also confused now.
"What do you mean?" Harry snorted in exasperation before conjuring a small pocket mirror that magnified.
"Look into your eyes. Take a good look.” and Barry did.
He probably should have looked at his eyes earlier, because around his irises there was exactly the same shade of gold that his children and his husband have.
"But I wasn't born with that. Cameron doesn't have it either.” he couldn't have. He was not their biological son.
"You're right. You weren't born with it, I was, but it was disguised. Cameron didn't have them either. But then we adopted him. Even though we didn't sire him, he's still listed as my heir, Barry. In the eyes of the magical world, Cameron is our biological son. It doesn't matter that we adopted him.” Barry's brain was thinking a mile a second.
He had never really noticed the golden circle in his eyes. But Harry's words still made no sense or meaning.
"Okay, but you still didn't say-"
"I wanted to get to it."
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As has been said here, Harry tried to live a relatively normal life after the war before learning about all the possible and impossible betrayals and such. So no one could be surprised that one day he just pulled himself together and moved to Central City without telling anyone, that is, except for Draco Malfoy, who suddenly became his friend, and they were able to forgive each other for all the bad things.
Harry personally just loved it in Central City. No one knew him unless he entered Wizarding Alley, but even there people left him alone, even though they knew very well who Harry was. He didn't deny that he loved the place, but he tried to avoid the magical world or keep his visits to a bare minimum, which only included urgent visits to the offices or the bank, and he had one such visit planned.
He absolutely didn't understand what was so important about him coming to the American branch of Gringotts Bank in Central City. He had no problem with them, he took care of that right at the end of the war when he offered to help them and provide them financially during the repairs, but he had nothing to do with the American branch after all.
Or yes?
Either way, he'll find out when he gets there.
He definitely didn't expect that the first thing he would undergo would be the inheritance test. Or more precisely, a complete heredity test.
He was holding a huge roll of parchment in his hand and had absolutely no idea what he was looking at. He understood some of it, like that he would be Lord Black when he accepted the rings, but he had already known that since Sirius made him heir when he agreed. He didn't have to read that to know that.
He really found a lot of shocking information, one of them was that he was the last living heir of the Peverell line, but they had lost their claim to lordship and lost their status in the wizarding world a long time ago. Harry suddenly understood why he had no problem accepting the Deathly Hallows, but it was just lucky that he didn't suffer any consequences after having all three in his possession.
I mean. At least he hoped so.
He saw all the information he knew, like he was Edward Lupin's godfather, or that he was indeed Slytherin's heir, and many other things.
There was only one thing about that parchment that he didn't understand.
How the hell could he be the heir to the Pendragon line?
Honestly, he did not know his family tree in such depth that he would not be shocked by such information.
At first he didn't believe it.
Then he tried to deny it in his head.
In the end, he had to believe it because it was his test of heritage and no one else's.
“Of course you know wizards have Merlin as a god, and like Merlin there was Arthur Pendragon. Sure, the no-maj community only believes it as a legend, but to us, these are two sacred people. The Pendragons may have relinquished their claim to the throne at some point, but that doesn't mean they didn't have descendants. Later, descendants who had magic also began to appear. Once upon a time, it was agreed that when Arthur Pendragon's magical descendant appeared, he could take the magical throne of Britain. But it never happened. The Pendragons no longer desired to rule because they didn't have to. Their beloved country was flourishing and they did not have to interfere.
But Lady Magic was determined not to let Pendragon's lineage go unnoticed. That he would make sure they knew who they were and not try to mess with them. The first magical descendant of Pendragon's line gained a golden streak around his iris that blended with his own color. Since then, you Pendragons are born with this golden streak to make known who you are.” good.
At least Harry had an answer to his question as to why he had that golden streak around his iris after cleansing. He thought about it for a long time and just couldn't find anything, he even looked in muggle books, but they didn't tell him anything either. He could only hope that one day he would get his answer.
"So the gold color means I'm royalty?"
"That's exactly what it means. Each of your children will have the same gold that you have. Whether it is a biological or adopted child. I mean magically adopted. The same goes for your future wife or husband. The moment the marriage bond, any marriage bond, is fulfilled, your spouse takes on the same golden color, as he also becomes a member of the royal family upon union.''
That made sense.
But in the chaos and the discussions about when and if he would take over his lordships, the real reason for Harry's visit had somehow been forgotten.
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"So you're telling me…?" Barry started, but somehow couldn't get past the information.
His husband had royal blood.
No it was wrong.
His husband and his children were of royal blood, and descended from Arthur Pendragon, and Barry himself, after the union, became...what?
“King Consort. If I accepted the throne, or if I ever do, you would be labeled King Consort. It's because we're both men, but I'm the rightful heir, while you came into the family through marriage and thus have no claim to a ruling position.”
He was actually glad Harry hadn't taken it. Who knows how much he would worry and who knows how their relationship would be now and if they would ever meet. He didn't envy Harry so much his duties, he was there for him and expressed his support. If he wants to take over any of his Lordships, she will gladly help him as his husband.
He would do absolutely anything for his husband, and he knew the feeling was mutual. They couldn't live without each other, even if it took some time.