The Lost Potter
Story One: The Lost Potter
Harry Potter/Doctor Who - Weeping Angels
James Potter/Lily Evans/Sirius Black
Gringotts Bank prided itself on being available any time for any customers, no matter the creature’s blood. Still, at 3:00 in the morning, no Goblin expected a bloody Wizarding baby to appear in a bolt of lightning on the floor of the main lobby. The vampire, the Goblin teller, was helping screamed in surprise and jumped to the ceiling, hissing at the tiny babe until it realized it was a baby. The lady vampire jumped down and was at the child impossibly fast, “Get a healer here now, or this child will not survive.”
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“Lord Potter, Lord Black, Lord Gaunt, thank you for coming so swiftly. Prince Grindhard will see you now,” a Goblin manager came up to three men waiting in the lobby of Gringotts. All gave each other a look, never had they seen or heard of a Goblin thanking a Wizard. They followed the Goblin through the maze of corridors that belonged to Gringotts Bank until they reached a full throne room. Silence descended as the Goblins waiting to speak with the King turned and looked at the three Wizards. The King’s eyebrow rose as his son bent over and spoke quietly with the King. Then, the Prince left the raised dais with a head tilt, and the Goblin manager ushered the three Wizards towards a hallway on the left. They entered an opulent office with a desk on a raised platform at one end, a massive fireplace on the center wall to the right of the desk, and a beautiful Shojo black lacquered room divider opposite the desk on the opposite side of the room. There were three Wizard size chairs in front of the desk.
Prince Grindhard entered the room, followed by two armed soldiers, an aid, and a Witch carrying a small Wizarding child. “Have a seat. I am Crown Prince Grindhard of the Gringott Goblin nation,” the Prince motioned to the three seats in front of the desk. The woman and child sat in a corner seat behind the Prince. One guard stayed at the door; the other walked behind the three Wizards and stood near the screen. Finally, the aid and the bank manager hovered near the Prince as he took a seat at the desk.
The Goblin Prince watched the three Wizard Lords as they settled. The light Wizard sat to the far right; his eyes kept going to the child seated behind the Goblin Prince; the grey Wizard sat in the middle and just stared at the Goblin Prince, and the dark Wizard sat on the far left, he too had a hard time taking his eyes off the child. “Four weeks ago, on July 31, 1975, 3:00 in the morning, the child behind me appeared in Gringotts lobby in a bolt of lightning,” Prince Grindhard said, getting straight to the point. “He was covered in blood and dust and was injured so severely; if he hadn’t been treated by Gringott healers immediately, he would have died. A vampire customer, who was with a teller at the time, actually picked the babe up and used super-speed to run the child to our medical ward.”
“We cleaned the babe up, tested the dust, tested the heredity of the babe, and healed him as best as we could at the time. However, he still needs some medical care to take care of extreme malnutrition. I say babe, but according to the blood test, the child is five years old.” Prince Grindhard stopped talking as the three Wizards each took a deep breath of shock as they looked at the child in the corner cuddled up to the Witch. He looked to be two years old, not five.
“According to the heredity test, the child has not been born yet. His birthday is July 31, 1980, born at 3:00 in the morn. This is not a coincidence; the dust covering the child was the dust of an injured Weeping Angel.”
“A Weeping Angel? But we have a treaty with the Weeping Angel’s; why would they break the Treaty?” Lord Black interrupted before the Prince could start speaking again.
“I broke the treaty to save the child’s life,” came a whisper from behind the men. The three Wizards all turned but only saw the Shojo screen.
“Turn and face me so that the Angel can speak,” the Prince commanded, and the three Wizards obeyed, too curious about what happened that a Weeping Angel would save a child’s life.
“I was hunting at a small cathedral in Surrey, from where I was standing I could see into many homes back yards, one home I watched a large non-magical man drag the small Wizarding child into the backyard where he started beating the child with a metal pole. I could feel the child’s life force slipping, and since we had the Treaty, I teleported into the yard. The man turned and looked at me and started screaming; he then used the pole on me, breaking one of my arms off my body. That is how the dust covered the child. The man turned, and I was able to send him to this period in time. The Goblins have since picked him up, and he is waiting for trial.” The Weeping Angel took a deep breath before continuing, “As soon as the man disappeared in time, lightning without cloud cover started to hit the ground, one hit the child, and he too vanished in time. I took myself to this period to explain what happened to the high council so that the Magical population of Sol Three would know this was an accident.”
“The dust got into his bloodstream. Do you know what the repercussion of that is?” The Witch holding the child asked from the corner.
“No. I do not know. I do know that there will be repercussions, but what? I do not know,” the Weeping Angel replied. “I…” the Weeping Angel started but gulped, “I know that I am connected to him…almost parent-like.”
“Will he become a Weeping Angel?” Lord Gaunt asked.
“No. He is something else,” the Angel responded.
“Alright, why are we here?” Lord Potter asked, unable to resist the temptation.
“The hereditary test on the child, you three men, are all grandfathers to the child. This is because he was born of a troika relationship,” the Prince replied.
“Well, that can’t be; I’ve never had a child.” Lord Gaunt replied.
“One of my sons fathered the child?” Lord Black asked, confused.
“No, sorry, Lord Black. Your grandson, Sirius Orion Black the Third, is one of the fathers. The other father is James Charlus Potter. The mother is Lord Gaunt’s daughter, Lily Evans.”
“I think I need to see a hereditary test done in person before I will believe this,” Lord Gaunt sneered.
“He’s the son of my Jamie? My soon-to-be fifteen-year-old son, a son who is about to start his fifth year at Hogwarts?” Lord Potter asked, looking at the little boy. “Can I hold him while the hereditary test is done?”
“Yes, we can try. He tends to be afraid of men.” Prince Grindhard said as he waved his hand towards the Witch. She stood up and carried the little boy over to Lord Potter.
Charlus stood up and held out his arms, “Hi, Little Buddy, do you want to sit with grandpa?” The little boy looked at the man and nodded. Charlus sat back down with the little boy, “Okay, let’s do the hereditary test, although just looking at him, I know he is a Potter. He has my hair!” Charlus laughed and tickled the little boy.
“I thought you would demand such,” the Prince waved, and the aid brought a glass bowl, a potion, a glass athame, and a large sheet of paper. “We need three drops for three generations. Four for four, etc., etc., and so on.”
“Three should be fine for now.” Lord Gaunt replied, “I would like to come in at a later date and get this done for myself.”
“Of course, Lord Gaunt. You can request me, Bank Manager Gornuk,” the Goblin who initially showed them in said from behind the Prince.
The Goblin aid poured the potion into the glass bowl then handed Charlus the athame; Charlus took the child’s finger and nicked, whispering to the child about what a good boy he was, and dropped three drops of blood into the potion. The men watched as the aid took the athame and stirred the brew counter-clockwise three times before pouring the potion onto the sheet of paper.
Hydrus Charlus Potter-Black
Also known as “Harry James Potter.” Also known as “The Boy Who Lived.”
Also known as “Boy.” Also known as “Freak.”
Born, July 31, 1980, 3:00 in the morn.
Mother: Lily Evans nee Riddle
Grandparents Mother’s Side: Freya Burke (Squib) & Tom Marvolo Riddle (Lord Gaunt, Lord Slytherin, Lord Vasilískos) Also known as Lord Voldemort; Stepfather: Henry “Harry” Evans
Great-grandparents Mother’s Side: Belvina Black & Herbert Burke; Merope Gaunt & Thomas Riddle III (Squib-Graves Line)
Primary Father: Sirius Black III
Grandparents Primary Father’s Side: Walburga Black & Orion Black
Great-grandparents Primary Father’s Side: Irma Crabbe & Pollux Black,Melania Macmillan & Arcturus Black III (Lord Black, Lord De Noir, Lord Beltza)
Secondary Father: James Potter
Grandparents Secondary Father’s Side: Dorea Black & Charlus Potter (Lord Potter, Lord Fleamont, Lord Peverell)
Great-Grandparents Secondary Father’s Side: Hesper Gamp & Sirius Black II; Euphemia Longbottom & Fleamont Potter
Tertiary Heir of Gaunt, Slytherin, Vasilískos, Black, De Noir, Beltza, Potter, Fleamont, Peverell
Quartern Heir of Gamp, Burke, Crabbe, Longbottom
Quinary Heir of Macmillan, Graves
“Merlin’s sweaty balls!” Lord Voldemort swore, “He has Black blood on all three sides of his family. How is his health? How is his magic?”
“Other than the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Muggles he lived with, he is healthy. He will need some extra care, potions, and love, but he should recover. His magic is quite amazing. He is a very formidable little child.” So the Witch Healer said from the corner.
“So which one of us takes him home?” Charlus Potter asked as he snuggled the little boy who had fallen asleep.
“Not, I,” Lord Voldemort said, and Arcturus snorted.
“All three of us are old enough to be his great-grandfather, not just I.” Arcturus stated, “Melania would throw a fit if I didn’t offer to take him home, but…I do have enough trouble with my two sons and their children. However, if you do not want to take him home, Charlus, then I will.”
“Dorea will love him. I’m more than happy to bring him home. I don’t think I should tell James that this little boy is his abused son from ten years in the future.” Charlus whispered, noticing the talking was irritating the sleeping boy.
Arcturus snorted again, “no, I don’t think Sirius needs to know that he is in a troika relationship with his ‘brother from another mother,” Arcturus threw a quote sign up in the air using two fingers on each hand. “Or with Gryffindor hottie, fiery Tiger Lily, as he calls the girl.”
“Oh…she’s a Gryffindor?” Lord Voldemort moaned, and the two other Lords laughed. “Why was Hydrus living with Muggles?” Lord Voldemort asked the Crown Prince sobering the other two Lords instantly. All three Lords watched the Goblin.
“According to the Muggle the Weeping Angel sent back in time, the child is his nephew, his wife is the older sister of Lily Evans. According to the man, the Potters, Lily and James, died, and a ‘crackpot old fool’ forced the boy on the man and his wife. He did not know anything about Sirius,” the Prince said as he read off a memo.
“Well, we all know who the crackpot old fool is.” Lord Voldemort replied.
“We cannot let Dumbledore know Hydrus is from the future,” Acturus said as he looked at his great-grandson. “Charlus, there are Potter’s in the Americas, correct?”
“Not anymore; my last cousin just died,” Charlus replied, looking at Arcturus lost, then it clicked. “Ah…I get it. My late cousin, Abraham Potter IV, and his wife Pisces Black (daughter of squib Marcus Black) were killed in a terrible automobile accident, leaving their 5-year-old son an orphan and in a coma for three years. We recently, Thank you, Gringotts, we were told that Hydrus Potter-Black survived and is awake and in need of a caring family. Since he is both a Potter and a Black, you and I will be caring for the child together and will each teach him our family magic.”
“That is all anyone needs to know.” Lord Voldemort replied. “Hopefully, the old fool will not try to mettle; the children can be told the truth only if they marry in the future. If they don’t, it doesn’t matter. Weeping Angels create an alternate reality when they send someone back in time; a paradox will not be created by Hydrus being here. If he had used a time-turner, then a paradox would be produced.
“Haha, I can tell you have never been married.” Charlus laughed, “our wives will need to learn the truth, but other than them, yes, I agree, no one else needs to know at this time. I trust Gringotts will make sure their employees are silent.” Charlus politely requested of the Crown Prince.
“Yes, as will the Vampire customer we had. She did ask if she could see the child sometime after healing, but understands if that is not possible,” the Prince replied.
“Hmmm…maybe. Please give me her name.” Lord Voldemort replied.
“I think I should get this one home. Do you have a medical potions recommendation list?” Charlus asked the Witch.
“Yes, sir,” the Healer handed Charlus the list.
“Hmmm, I have all at home except one, but it’s easy to make,” Charlus said, scanning the list.
“You take him home; I will stop by Twilfitt and Tatting’s and get a couple of catalogs; I’ll send one to Dorea and give one to Melania. Let the women shop for the boy.” Arcturus said as he stood up.
“Crown Prince Grindhand, thank you,” Charlus said, standing up while holding Hydrus. He bowed to the Goblin; the other two Lords followed his lead and also bowed.
“Do bring him by sometime, all the bank manager and my father enjoyed his company. My mother, however, won’t stop asking when I’m going to be getting married, so I would be happy if she forgot him!” The Crown Prince laughed along with the rest of the men in the room. The one Witch just rolled her eyes.
Lord Voldemort and Lord Black left the office; first, each carrying their own copy of the child’s hereditary test; as Charlus and a sleeping Hydrus were about to leave, he stopped and glanced at the Shojo screen before looking at the door, “Weeping Angel, are you still there?”
“Yes, Lord Peverell,” a whisper came from behind the screen.
“Has your arm been fixed?” Charlus asked.
“Yes, it is good as new. The Goblins are master stone carvers,” the Angel replied.
“You said you had a parent-like feeling for the boy?” Charlus required.
“Yes.” Came the soft reply.
“If you want, I have a nice partially enclosed garden that my wife and I enjoy having breakfast. If you promise to keep to the Treaty and not harm anyone who enters my manor house as a guest, I would be happy to invite you to stay at our manor. If the garden does not work, we can look at elsewhere within the Manor property.”
“You would invite me to stay as a guest? So I can watch over the child?” the Weeping Angel asked flabbergasted, she had never been invited to stay with a Wizard. “I accept your invitation. You will see me tomorrow in the enclosed garden.”
“Excellent!” Charlus said, happy that the Weeping Angel who saved his grandson’s life would continue to be close by.
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“Wizards are strange creatures, siblings.” The Weeping Angel said. She had been recently injured and traveled back in time, entered a room full of corners where other Weeping Angels stood. None, able to see each other.
“Yes, they are strange but so much more tolerant than Time Lords.” Another Weeping Angel replied.
“Oh yes, the Treaty with the Wizards of Sol Three, to protect us from Time Lords; as long as we, in turn, safeguard Wizards from the non-magical of this world, and not feed on the Magical world, has worked in our favor.” A third Weeping Angel replied
“I have even been invited to live at the Manor house where the child will be living.” The time-traveling Weeping Angel replied.
“Excellent, sister,” the second Weeping Angel said, clapping her stone hands excitedly.
“Yes, the child must be watched. If it looks like the child is developing into a two-hearted Time Lord, we need to end him before he ends us. But if he evolves to have more Weeping Angel characteristics, then he just maybe our savior, the next evolution of the Weeping Angels,” the third Weeping Angel replied.
“He shall be watched, he shall be protected, and if he develops the two hearts, he shall be ended,” the time-traveling Weeping Angel replied before she teleported out of the room. Headed to a nice quiet corner of an enclosed garden in a hidden Manor house in Stinchcombe, Gloucestershire.