Staring at hot teens is creepy (and unhealthy)
Third Person PoV: Grimmauld Place, London, 8 1/2 hours earlier
The Order, plus the other occupants of the house, sat around the enlargened dining table as another meeting was called. The Wyverns had joined them again, Dumbledore sat at the head of the table and called for order and the meeting commenced.
"Like you, all know Hogwarts has now 'officially' been informed that we'll be housing the Royal family of the American Wizarding world since they're due to arrive and be staying at the Wyverns when they're not at Hogwarts, I do believe that we now fully inform you of who's coming and what power they uphold in their family. Lady Wyvern if I may..." Wyvern Sr. passed Dumbledore a roll of parchment that he opened up, he skimmed over the paper as his spectacles moved down his nose. Harry bounced his leg under the table as he waited in anticipation.
"I've composed a booklet of all the information that I could find on the Royals that are coming, just make sure to act like you know nothing about them, I don't want to lose the Ministry's trust at such a crucial time like this" A thin smile spread across her lips.
"I give you my greatest thanks Lady Wyvern, I'm sure that this information will be helpful. Now, to inform you all.
"As we all know, the Olympia family is a large and excessive wizarding family with most of them being purebloods but their children being half-bloods, they sure do keep themselves busy as they have a lot of children with the vast majority of them being half-bloods."
"Really? I thought with a family like that they wouldn't dare to even breathe in the same air as a muggle." Sirius commented.
"Well they didn't even bother to involve themselves in the wizarding community till about the 1800s, I guess they prefer to accompany themselves with muggles, I understand why," Cedella responded, muttering the last part to herself but Harry heard her.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued talking. "Not much is really known about the family itself apart from the Ruling figures and the 'domains' or type of magic that they specialize in, which I'm sure you all know already."
"Actually Dumbledore, I'm not sure the children would know that maybe except for Hermione, even I'm not quite familiar with them." Molly piped up, a bit bashful as red coloured her cheeks.
"If I may I wouldn't mind explaining, I have to know it off by heart anyway," Cedella spoke, Dumbledore nodded his head and the girl rose from her seat.
"In the Olympia family, there are three overall Ruling figures known as the Big Three. King Zane, his realm being the sky. King Gale, his realm being the sea. And lastly King Hadrien his realm being the earth and underworld. Alongside them, they form the Council, which King Hadrien and Royal Duchess Adara recently joined. The other Royal figures are Royal Duchess Olivia, Royal Duke Sol, Royal Duchess Diana, Royal Duchess Astrid, Royal Duchess Terra, Royal Duchess Juno is also known as Queen Juno, Royal Duke Duncan, Royal Duchess Adara, Royal Duke Ignatius, Royal Duke Bacchus, and Royal Duke Noah.
"There are also many Dukes and Duchesses in the family, a lot of them, like in the Council itself, aren't related or are either distantly related. The Olympia family was adopted as more of a name towards their specific community in the wizarding world that is like them."
"Well, we can see that someone has been studying." Dumbledore smiled at the fifth year.
"How come they have their own community? Can anyone join?" Ron asked, confusion laced within his voice.
"I'm not sure how it works Ron." Hermione pursed her lips as the cogs in her brain began to start turning. "Maybe you need some sort of invitation to join the family..."
"You're somewhat right," Cedella replied. "It more or less has to do with the magic that they have, we all know that they have descended from Greece and Italy and the power has stayed strong in the bloodline for generations."
"Let's get back on topic shall we?" Dumbledore clapped his hands as they were all drawn away from the conversation. "As Miss Wyvern has gladly informed us of who the heads are in the family why don't we move more onto the student we'll be having." He reopened the scroll of parchment and tapped on it, an image hovered above. The boy looked to be about 17 with a Meditteranean complexion, his windswept black hair was contained within a green laurel, his sea-green eyes were looking to the left and a small grin graced his face though it looked more sarcastic and a classic troublemaker grin. He was tall with a slim, muscular build of a swimmer, and to sum it up he was handsome. Hermione and Ginny blushed at his appearance, Ron scowled at them both and scoffed as they giggled and whispered.
"This is Prince Perseus Jackson, the only son to King Gale, he's 17. He currently upholds the titles of Syntagmatarchis, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Head Pegasus trainer, and Navarch. It also says that he's a survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars."
"WAR?!" Molly screamed completely scandalized. "But he's just 17? How are they allowing a child to participate in a war, let alone two." Arthur placed a hand on his wife's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down as tears began to start welling in her eyes.
"I'm afraid I don't know Molly, perhaps we can find out later." Dumbledore then tapped the next image. A tall, athletic blonde came up, she looked like the classic Calfornia girl but instead of blue, she had stormy grey eyes. Her curly hair was pulled back into a half ponytail and a green laurel rested upon her head.
"Wow, she's hot." Ron gaped at her appearance, Hermione glared and smacked him upside the head, Harry shook his head at their antics.
"This is Marchioness Annabeth Chase the 17-year-old daughter of Royal Duchess Olivia. She holds the titles of Syntagmatarchis, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Head Strategist, Official Architect of the Olympia family, also a survivor fo both the Titan and Giant Wars. Oh, and the fiancée of Prince Perseus."
"Aren't they a bit young to be engaged? And what is with all those weird titles?" Tonks frowned.
"Well, they are Royalty." Cedella shrugged. "But you never know, they might be young and in love, they did survive two wars."
"I'll explain after I finish my dear Tonks. Onto the next one then, we have Princess Katie Gardner, the 17-year-old daughter of Royal Duchess Terra. She upholds the titles of Lochagos, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx is a survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars and is betrothed to Marquess Travis Stoll." The image displayed a curly, brunette girl with warm brown eyes that gently smiled at them, freckles were thrown across the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks.
"And of course we have Marquess Travis Stoll and Marquess Connor Stoll, they are both respectively the 18 and 16-year-old sons of Royal Duke Noah. They both share the titles of Co-Lochogos, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Ekdromi, and are survivors of both the Titan and Giant Wars." The image shifted to show two boys, one taller than the other, with mops of curly brown hair that sagged over their upturned blue eyes that glistened with mischief. Their features appeared to be slightly elfish and sported wide sarcastic grins as they were giving each other high fives.
"They could easily pass for twins, would be good for some missions," Moody grunted, his glass eye spun around in his socket examining the two boys.
"Here we have Prince Jason Grace, the 16-year-old son of King Zane, he is the Pontifex Maximus, honorary member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Lochogos and honorary member of the Twelfth Legion. He is a survivor of the fall of Mt. Othrys and the Giant War, he is betrothed to Piper McLean." A boy appeared and he sort of looked like a cross between a Roman statue and a blonde superman, his blonde hair was fairly neat and he had intense sky blue eyes. He was well tanned and had a tall muscular build, he had a small scar on his lip.
"Wait he's betrothed to THE Piper McLean, Tristan McLean's daughter?" Hermione gasped.
"Who's that 'Mione?" Ron asked after he looked away from staring at the size of the guy's muscles.
"Don't worry it's a muggle thing." She shook her bushy head and turned back to Dumbledore so that he could continue.
"Marchioness Piper McLean, the 16-year-old daughter of Royal Duchess Astrid, she is the Lochogos and Member of the Hoplite Phalanx and is a survivor of the Giant War." A beautiful girl took the space of Jason, she was so pretty that it almost seemed unrealistic, she sported Native American features and had choppy brown hair was pulled back into a braided bun with jewels embedded in her hair. The most interesting feature about her thought was her eyes, they seemed to be paused in a kaleidoscope as if they couldn't decide what color they wanted to be. The boys stared at her with their mouths open, drool nearly coming out before they shook their heads out of a trance and wiped their mouths before they could subject themselves to anymore embarrassment.
"It really is Tristan McLean's daughter, oh my Merlin, I'm going to meet Piper McLean!" Hermione squealed as she fanned herself, bouncing about in her seat.
"Who is this Tristan McLean?" Remus asked, quite curious as to who he is.
"A muggle celebrity." Cedella quickly answered everyone knows that if you ask Hermione something she could drone on for hours about it.
"Princess Thalia Grace, although she doesn't like to be called by her last name, the 15-year-old daughter of King Zane, she is the Lieutenant to Royal Duchess Diana and an honorary member of the Hoplite Phalanx. A survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars." It changed to a girl with a rather fierce look on her face, she had short, spiky black hair and intimidating electric blue eyes. A silver laurel curled around her head and a spray of freckles across her nose.
"She's the only royal-"
"-that doesn't have a-"
"-fiancée or betrothed." George and Fred pointed out.
"Well she is younger than them, maybe she hasn't been paired off yet."
"Prince Nico Di Angelo, the 14-year-old son of King Hadrien, he is the Lochogos, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, the Ghost King, Ambassador of King Hadrien, a survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars and betrothed to Marquess Will Solace." He had pale skin that looked slightly greenish-white with dark circles under his brown eyes. His black hair was long and messy with a dark green laurel in his hair, he looked quite thin but was clearly regaining some weight.
"Will's a weird name to call your daughter. And he's pretty young to be betrothed too." Ginny mused. Cedella laughed behind her hand and Lady Wyvern rolled her eyes, Harry shot Cedella a glare which she didn't even bother to return.
"Actually Miss Weasley, Will Solace is the 15-year-old son of Royal Duke Sol. I don't think he'd appreciate you calling him a girl. He also has the titles of Lochogos, Totxotai, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Head Healer, and is a survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars." The boy had the body of a surfer and was fairly athletic. His soft smile was complimented by the blue eyes that he had and the shaggy blonde hair that nearly covered them.
"They allow...boy's to marry each other? How do they have heirs then? Do they blood adopt?" Ron said, well more like asked, he was quite confused.*
Hermione rolled her eyes at the vast levels of confusion throughout the room. "Yes Ron, it's perfectly fine to marry someone of the same gender as him."
"This is why I prefer the muggle world, the wizards are behind on a lot of fo stuff." Cedella snorted and was rewarded with a smack to the back of her head from her mother.
"I'm more concerned about the fact that this 15-year-old is the HEAD HEALER! Why should that be a child's job, is there no adult there that should be healing the injured." Mrs. Weasley seethed, her concerns were left unanswered.
"I'm sure there's a reason for this Molly, King Hadrien has a daughter as well, 14-year-old Princess Hazel Levesque, Centurion of the Fifth Cohort and a Sorceress, she is also a survivor of the Giant War and betrothed to Marquess Frank Zhang." A young girl showed up, she had dark skin and shoulder-length cinnamon brown hair that was pulled down with a headband of jewels. Her gold eyes shone with innocence and she was rather short.
"Poor girl engaged at such a young age." Mrs. Weasley sighed.
"You never know unless you ask them if it was arranged." Wyvern Sr. grumbled.
"They don't even-"
"-look alike!" Fred and George exclaimed, voicing everyone's inner thoughts.
"They may be half-siblings, Mr. and Mr. Weasley." McGonagall supplied.
"Ahh, and Marquess Frank Zhang, the 16-year-old son of Royal Duke Duncan, he is a Praetor of the Twelfth Legion and The Changeling Lord, a survivor of the Giant War." A Chinese boy, well more like a man, shimmered into existence, he was tall with broad muscular shoulders making him appear almost warlike despite his gentle face. He had close-cropped hair with a golden laurel around it and soft brown eyes.
"Woah, he's...interesting?" Sirius spoke as his eyes widened, taking in his appearance. Snape snorted at his comment.
"Marchioness Clarisse La Rue, the 17-year-old daughter of Royal Duke Duncan, Strategos of the Hoplite Phalanx and Weapons Master, and survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars." Like her brother, Clarisse was tall and muscular, her light brown hair was cut short and ragged, she had a sneer on her face that brought out the darkness of her eyes and the scar on her chin. They all shivered at her appearance, already knowing that she was someone that you didn't want to cross.
"What is up with siblings not even looking alike?" Harry murmured.
"Marquess Leo Valdez, the 16-year-old son of Royal Duke Ignatius, he's a Lochogos, Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, Head Engineer and Weapons crafter, survivor of the Giant War." He didn't quite look his age, he bore the resemblance to an elf, he had a lean build and his curly brown hair was long and nearly covered his eyes. His dark brown eyes were paired quite well with the impish smile that he bore.
"Marquess Pollux, 17-years-old and the only son of Royal Duke Bacchus, he is a Lochogos and a Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, a survivor of both the Titan War and Giant War." He was a bit plump looking but had clearly built up some muscle over the year, his blond hair was slightly curly and his violet eyes seemed to radiate a sense of madness.
"Earl Butch, the 17-year-old son of Duchess Iris, he is a Lochogos and Member of the Hoplite Phalanx, survivor of the Giant War." A male with a shaven head appeared, he had a face like bricks and there was a glimpse of a rainbow tattoo on his bicep. He had a scar that ran through his right eye and a few piercings on his ears, eyebrow, and mouth.
"Countess Lou Ellen Blackstone, the 16-year-old daughter of High Duchess Hecate, is a Lochogos, Head Sorceress and Member of the Hoplite Phalanx and is a survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars." A tanned girl with a lean, semi-athletic build arose, she had messy black hair and green eyes that seemed to glow the same shade as the green mist that she played within her hands.
"Earl Clovis, the 16-year-old son of Duke Nos, he is a Lochogos and Member of the Hoplite Phalanx and a survivor of the Giant War." A sleepy boy took the place of Lou Ellen, he had unruly blonde hair and they could barely make out his purple eyes as he looked half asleep. His arm was thin which didn't quite fit the rest of his stocky build.
"Countess Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, the 16-year-old daughter of Duchess Belle, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, a survivor of the fall of Mt. Othrys and survivor of the Giant War." She had the authority of a leader, she held herself right as she leaned on her sword, her glossy back hair was plaited into a braid and rested on her shoulders, her dark eyes seemed to pierce into your soul as it looked like she was judging you from the photo. She appeared to be of Hispanic descent.
"And lastly Lady Rachel Elizabeth Dare, a 17-year-old Oracle and a Member of the Hoplite Phalanx and survivor of both the Titan and Giant Wars." Hermine gasped again as a tall girl with frizzy red hair, a freckled face, and green eyes stared back at them. Her green eyes looked like they were eerily glowing.
"Let me guess, another muggle celebrity?" Bill asked with crossed arms as the bookwork bushed and nodded her head.
"Why yes, her father is a billionaire but Rachel raises money through art to help save the environment or stop constructions on forests." Hermione mused. She would've said something further but Dumbledore interrupted.
"Well now that we have familiarized ourselves with who our guests are let's move onto the more pressing details. Severus, what has Voldemort said about them?" Snape sat up from his slightly slouched position and cleared his throat. Some of the Order flinched at the villain's name is uttered.
"The Dark Lord is definitely interested, when they arrive at Hogwarts he wants me to gather more information such as what magic they specialize in and try to find out any secrets that they may hold about their family which could be used against them." A tense atmosphere settled into the room as the topic shifted, Harry sat up higher in his chair, hoping that the adults wouldn't kick them out like they have many times before, all his hopes were lost when his eyes connected with Mrs. Weasley's.
"Dumbledore, I think we should take the kids out before we discuss anything further." She nibbled on her lips as she took on a motherly tone.
"I think they deserve to hear what we're saying, Molly," Sirius started, Harry nearly smiled in glee at his godfather's words.
"But they're too young! They're still in school for Merlin's sake, they shouldn't have to see the horrors of war!" She argued.
"They shouldn't but Harry's been in danger since his first year, what difference is it going to make?" He yelled. Before Molly could respond Dumbledore intervened.
"As much as I hate to say it they do deserve to have some insight into what's going on, at the rate our progress has made it looks like in some time it will affect them Molly dear, how about we tell them what they need to know but just not all of it?" Molly reluctantly agreed, hanging her head in defeat as she sat back down next to Mr. Weasley who gave her shoulder a squeeze.
"To tell you the truth Harry we haven't made much progress, Voldemort's working in the dark, regathering his allies and troops. Not many people will listen to Dumbledore, the Ministry and Fudge refuse to believe that he's back, the Daily Prophet has only made it worse." Remus told them.
"So we're just going to wait for him to rise to power then?" Harry's eyes narrowed feeling his temper starting to rise, some of the Order let out tired sighs.
"No, we can only do so much in dragging it out and prolonging it before Voldemort rises to power." Dumbledore tapped a hand on the table. "Our main goal is to find out how he survived and what his weakness is if we can do this under the radar..." He shook his head and turned towards Cedella. "I have a request for you my dear."
Cedella cocked an eyebrow while her mother gave him an icy stare. "How may I help you, Professor."
"I fear war is coming soon, there's no doubt that by next year Voldemort will rise to power, perhaps you could convince the Royals to become allies with us if the need arises."
"So they could play chess with us?" She let out a humourless laugh that shook her frame with her head tilted back.
"I'd watch that tongue of your if I were you girlie," Moody growled as he pointed his wand at her.
"Thank goodness you're not." She snorted in response. She folded her arms on the table and for once actually looked at Dumbledore in the eye, the first time she had during the meeting.
"So let me get this straight, you want me to bum-lick the Royals into joining your club and helping us to fight our war?" Her voice once polite before was now monotone and didn't vary in pitch, some members of the Order gasped at her rudeness and muttered amongst themselves.
"What does 'bum-lick' mean?" Ron whispered to Hermione who shook her head as a large blush formed on her face.
"Of course my dear, at this time-"
She held up a hand, "I do believe you overlook some vital information in what my mother provided you with Dumbledore." She stretched and grabbed the parchment that lay innocently on the table and skimmed through it again. "They've all been through at least one war, and we don't even know how long ago these wars were or the duration of them." She pulled out a letter from her robes and waved it in his face.
"High Duchess Hecate sent me a letter specifically on what I'll need to do in order to make them feel as comfortable as possible. For starters, they all have to sleep with their significant others or at least with someone they know in the room, especially since they're entering a new environment. And do you want to know why?" Her voice dropped to a cold whisper. "They have PTSD, all of them, and you wish to invite them to your little war games?" Sneering at the old man.
"Show some respect-"
"Oho, I'm not finished yet, she also told me that their most recent war, the Giant War ended three weeks ago. Three weeks ago and you want to invite them to another war that they have no business getting involved in? Do you want to know what's even worse, the war before that, the Titan War ended just over a year ago. They've had two wars in the space of one year and you want them to fight in your war?"
"When you put it like that, it does seem quite cruel, but I'm sure that they'll understand-"
"The youngest is 14, do you think she'll want to put her life on the line again when she has so much to live for? The Head Doctor, Marquess Solace sent me a note with the letter of what I am to expect and what I am to do while they stay with my family and at Hogwarts. They all often get nightmares and may wake up screaming, they get flashbacks if anything reminds them of the horrors they've had to face, some words and phrases may trigger a flashback or panic attack which I've been instructed to do everything in my power to prevent them from hearing them. He hoped that this trip will be a break for them all, a change of scenery, away from the pain, and it's my job to do everything in my power to ensure that they have a rather relaxing time here.
"So please, tell me Dumbledore what do they owe the British Wizarding World to fight in their War when they've already suffered two?"