Paris. St. Jeanne's Hospital. June 20th. 1983

The main magical hospital in France was somewhat quiet and peaceful, a welcomed state by doctors, nurses and mediwitches that worked here. No major crisis was occurring and there was no sign of any great harm to human lives made, not unlike just two years ago, when France and England were terrorized by the infamous Death Eaters and their sadistic Dark Lord Voldemort. Though most of their activities were centered in British Isles, France hadn't escape being unwillingly dragged into the conflict, though with far fewer casualties, and a far more aggressive and effective defense against the terrorists.

Unlike with their English counterparts, French Magical Nobility was far more liberal and enlightened, in their own and Europe's opinion, in matters of blood purity and supremacy. Here, such things were considered to be not just outdated, but archaic and even barbaric, not to mention the fact that most French nobles didn't look down on first generation wizards and witches, or Muggleborns as Brits called them. Here, in France, such Wizards and Witches were respected, seen as equals and their rights being firmly protected by French Ministry of Magic.

Practically all French Noble Houses, from the simple Noble Houses to even the single Exalted and Most Ancient House, have openly married Witches and Wizards of first generation throughout centuries, starting from mid-15th century, after the Hundred Years War. Such practices had a positive effect on Noble Houses and Magical France as a whole, with a great number of powerful users of magic and the lowest number of Mageborns, or Squibs, in Europe. Needless to say, that Voldemort's philosophy had found very few supporters in France, and even those that did support him, were quick to abandon his ways.

French Minister for Magic declared Voldemort public enemy number one for Magical France, after his lackeys had staged an attack on Domremy-la-Pucelle, birth place of one of the most celebrated saints in both non-magical and magical France, Jeanne d'Arc. The outrage of Magical France's population, who revered Jeanne as the Savior of France on an equal level as Brits saw Merlin, was such that ICW had to intervene and stop French Wizards and Witches from practically invading England to deal with Death Eaters.

But they didn't stop them from defending their land and attacking Death Eaters whenever they were in France, and Voldemort had learned to rue the day when he had foolishly thought of expanding his influence into France. Still, that didn't stop Death Eaters from spreading death and fear whenever they were in France, taking lives of over 100 non-magical people from all over France and some 32 French Wizards and Witches. Miniscule numbers when compared to England, but French never forgot them, and wouldn't let Brits forget them either, since it was British Ministry's duty to prevent Voldemort from ever coming to power. Needless to say, the relations between French and British Ministries and magical Countries had been cold and non-friendly, reaching near the same level as right after Hundred Years War, when Magical France had suffered catastrophic losses at the hands of British Wizards and Witches, Purebloods and even a great number of treacherous Houses of France itself. Had it not been for the Blessed Jeanne d'Arc and loyal patriotic Wizards and Witches of first generation, Magical France would've seized to exist back then.

Turning away from her historical musings, Aries Cecilia Black put down her ball pen, having finished her report on the patients suffering from effect of curses and hexes. A single move of her hand, and the filed documents and reports went into the files of the patients, allowing her lean back in her comfy chair and relax a little. Former member of House Black and a graduate of Ravenclaw, now a recognized specialist in magical medicine and curse breaking, not to mention the Lady of Exalted and Most Ancient House Pendragon, looked at the clocks, smiling a little at the fact that her shift was coming to an end. Her parents, Druella and Cygnus Black, had never approved of their daughter's ambition to become a medic, and her twin sister, Bellatrix, had thought her to be a fool for becoming one, when she should've just married a noble Wizard and went on to produce him pureblooded children for her husband and his House.

Aries scowled for a second at the memories of her now deceased parents and her older twin, with whom she had severed contact right after she married her beloved Arthur Galahad Pendragon, back then just a member of House Pendragon and only 7th in the line of succession. But life and fate can be just as unexpected as it can be cruel, when practically all of House Pendragon had been put to death by Voldemort for defying his will, leaving Arthur as an unexpected leader of the most revered, powerful and riches House in Magical France. In a single night, Aries had managed to achieve greater success than her sisters, having married and become the Lady Pendragon, and later giving birth to three children, Gawain, Morgana and Charlotte.

Even her parents couldn't predict Aries ever becoming Lady of the House that had once ruled Camelot, before having been exiled and nearly exterminated by Merlin himself, when Mordred Pendragon had tried to seize Camelot's throne from his charmed father and manipulating Merlin and Guinevere. Magical Britain and its Ministry denies everything of that, of course, but it still doesn't change the fact that after Norman's invasion, during which Mordred assisted William the Conqueror and killed Merlin, House Pendragon was exiled from Britain, and forced to survive for over a hundred years as mercenaries, ridiculed for losing all they had and despised by their homeland

Fortunately, House Pendragon had managed to survive and had been granted lands and noble status by King of France Philippe II in 1180, who had long heard of Pendragons' great prowess in battles and magic. He granted them his patronage and when King Philippe, with a great deal of help from Mordred II, then Head of House Pendragon, reclaimed Anjou, Normandy and Brittany from English, he granted the richest lands in Anjou to House Pendragon. In return for his help and granting lands to settle down, House Pendragon swore an eternal oath of loyalty to France and its people, pledging to fight and die for their new home.

House Pendragon had honored their oath and pledge for over 803 years, defending France and assisting it's Kings in battles and wars, as well as often serving as unofficial leaders of magical France in wars with other magical communities. Most prominently they've distinguished themselves as leaders and defenders of France in the latter part of Hundred Years War, when British Magical Noble Houses had openly sided with Henry V and took part in his war.

The conflict that would become known as Great Magical War, was the single most devastating and terrible magical conflict that lasted from 1415 to 1431. During those desperate and trying times, when even two thirds of Magical Nobility of France had sided with invaders, House Pendragon under Lord Gawain II the Defender had managed to unite remaining nobles and enlisted a great number of first generation magicals, along with magical creatures of all sorts, like Veelas, Jotanns, Sirens and even Nephilims.

This legendary Lord had fought alongside Jeanne d'Arc, pledging to her his army, and leading it to victory over Magical Britain under the banner of Fleur do Lys. Today, this man is remembered by Britain as the greatest, after Grindelwald and Voldemort, Dark Lord in history, while France praises the man as one of the greatest saviors of their country and the great reformer of Magical France, creating practically the new magical country, one where discrimination agaisnt first generation magicals and magical creatures would soon become a thing of the past.

After him and even after the Statute of Secrecy coming to the effect, House Pendragon had continued to be one of the most powerful Houses in all of Europe, with its many branch families spread throughout the world. Though still disliked by most British Magical Society, it is a highly respected and even revered House throughout the world, famous for its powerful magic, riches and just as notable and powerful members, with Arthur VII Pendragon, current Lord Pendragon, strengthening the position of his weakened House and avenging the deaths of his grandfather, uncles, cousins and father, along with his aunt, Euphemia Potter nee Pendragon.

Aries remembers just how broken Arthur was when he had heard the news that Voldemort had killed Euphemia in his attempt to assassinate the children of James and Lily, Harry and James Jr. The kind hearted woman that practically raised Arthur as her own son had died defending her grandchildren when the Dark Lord came for the boys. Though the news of his demise were welcomed by Arthur, they were not enough to heal his grief over losing his aunt and his godson, Harry, to whom he saw as practically his own son, whom both of them had grieved over to this day, as Aries was his godmother. Both Arthur and Aries hadn't forgiven James and Lily for practically forgetting Harry's death, after they've became known as parents of the Boy-Who-Lived, as proclaimed by Dumbledore after James Jr. had vanquished Voldemort.

Arthur and Aries didn't believe that load of bullshit for one minute, choosing instead to believe that it was Euphemia that killed Voldemort. This disagreement had let to Arthur and James falling apart, as well as Arthur and Aries quitting the Order of Phoenix, despite Dumbledore's insistence to remain. The two had decided to finally focus on their own lives, and their family, as well as to grieve in peace over the loss of the mother-figure and son in all but blood.

Aries wiped away the single tear from her eye, before rising up from her seat and conjuring up a mirror to look at herself. She looked like a complete opposite of her older twin Bellatrix: blond, practically snowy white, long silky hair, with deep warm blue eyes, fair skin, and curvaceous figure with slim waist, developed bosom and wide hips, all dressed in a doctor's attire. She was always considered to be the most beautiful of the Black Sisters in Hogwarts, and Aries had retained and enhanced her beauty after she married and became a mother. Equally beautiful as she was smart, many Wizards of first generation and of noble heritage had vied for her attention, but only Arthur, then a Gryffindor student, had managed to capture her attention and make her feel truly loved and cared.

Just as she had dispelled the mirror, door in to her cabinet swung open, and one of the nurses had ran inside, panting and with a panicked look. She immediately spoke up.

"Madam Pendragon, we have an emergency patient in the operational. He is in a critical state and Dr. Reinier doesn't know what is going on with him!" Aries immediately nodded and followed after the nurse.

"What are the symptoms and cause of critical state, when and by who was he brought here and do we know of his identity and family?" Aries immediately asked the nurse.

"The patient is a young boy, around 5 to 6 years old, but he is very thin, pale and malnourished. He is running a fever up to 40 degrees, along with having difficulties breathing and spasms, along with apparent organ shutdown. The cause is unknown. The usual scan hadn't revealed anything, safe that he seems to be a Mageborn, but that doesn't make sense, as he was brought in by the Aurors and stated to have caused a magical explosion in one of Paris' hotels. Aurors have informed us that he had arrived with three non-magicals, who are being searched for, but aside from that they only determined the name of the boy- Harry." Aries' heart skipped a beat for a second at the memory, but she steeled herself and let her medical side take over.

However, once she reached the operational, Aries' focus and resolve had evaporated just as fast as she had laid her eyes on the boy on the table. Her face had lost all color and her eyes were as wide as they could be, for she couldn't believe who it was on the table. It was a small, underweight and thin boy, with pale skin, showing burns on his hands and red and black lines on his skin, evidence of abuse. His hair was grey, though it should've been raven black, while his eyes were pale green. Aries froze in the place, before she finally spoke.

"Harry…"

Three hours later.

Aries had opened the door into her cabinet, stepping inside after performing an intense and extremely difficult operation to save her godson's life. It was the hardest operation she had to perform, with her godson's life at stake, with chances for his survival seemingly nil, but by some miracle, Aries saved him. Even the head doctor was simply astonished at the feat that Aries had pulled off, praising her endlessly, but Aries was far too exhausted and in somewhat of an aftershock to listen to him. She had practically wobbled out of the operational, hearing nothing and caring for nothing but getting to the floo place, with the freshest memories of Harry with her.

Aside from the clearest signs and evidence of continuous abuse and beatings by whoever had him, Harry was suffering from the severely damaged magical circulation in his body, also known as Morenna's Syndrome, named after the witch first discovering. It was a very rare and an extremely dangerous ailment for both ill and those around him, rendering Wizards and Witches unable to use magic properly and rendering them effectively Mageborn. The syndrome distorts natural magical circulation in a Wizard's body, forcing the magic inside the person to bottle up and cause internal damage due to overflow of magical energy, without ability to release it.

Similar to the formation of an Obscurus, but in Morenna's case, wizard couldn't release magical energy whether he wanted to do it or not. In the end, the magical energy would bottle up to the point of it bursting out of the person, causing a massive magical discharge, which could be devastating and even lethal to both the ill and people around him. The cases with Morenna's Syndrome were very rare, and there are very few successful treatments of it, but aside from that one thing that troubled Aries even more was the fact of this Syndrome being unnatural. It was impossible for anybody to get this disease naturally, only through curse, some unnatural circumstances or something like that could someone get this disease. Aries couldn't even think of anyone who could inflict such a thing on Harry, but not even that was the worst thing, oh no.

The reason for Harry's critical state was not just the magical discharge he suffered, but also the process of full possession by a shard of a soul, wedged inside his forehead! The shock of the discovery by Aries of such a thing had quickly passed, fortunately, and with the help of her fellow curse removers, Aries had managed to literally drag the shard of Voldemort himself out of Harry. The dark being had nearly scared them all to bits, but Aries had steeled herself and successfully sealed the damn thing in a prepared phylactery, a container for powerful curses and hexes, specially created to contain such things when unable to fully dispel them. Though there were some doubts, the phylactery did what it was supposed to do with the soul shard and now the medics would pass this thing to the Aurors, to have it safely disposed of.

Aries didn't hear of that part, as she needed to now make the call to her husband, only to be brought out of her shaken state by his voice.

"There you are, Ari." Warm and caring voice of Arthur brought Aries out her stupor, her eyes looking now focused and seeing her husband and her two eldest children, Gawain and Morgana.

Arthur stood right in front of her, dressed in blue and white colors, standing just a little taller than her, but much broader shoulders. He had short, unruly blond hair, coupled with warm green eyes and a face somewhat similar to James Potter, but with more dignified qualities, giving him a look of a fairy tale prince. Her 14 year old son Gawain had his mother eyes, but father's face and hair, with his height reaching to his father's neck, as he was dressed in black and blue. Her 13 year old Morgana, or Morgan as she preferred, dressed in a red jacket with shirt underneath, jeans and sneakers, with her father's hair tied up in a messy tail behind and green eyes with her mother's face.

The moment Aries had laid her eyes upon her husband and then her children, her composure had finally shattered, as tears began to flow out her eyes freely. Without any warning, she quickly went to her children and brought both of them in a tight embrace, openly and loudly crying. Both Gawain and Morgan had no idea what could've caused their normally composed and calm mother to break down, but they didn't back away, instead embracing her. Arthur wasn't far behind, but he too was unnerved at the sight of Aries breaking down like this, as he knew that she was made of the sturdies stuff and could handle some things that even he couldn't face. He quickly went on ahead to her table, looking for the calming draught, when he heard Aries speak up.

"L-left highest d-drawer…" She sniffed through the tears, while she went on to kiss both of her children on the cheeks, making Morgan and Gawain blush. "Gawain, Morgana… Oh, sweet babies…"

"M-mom, w-would you cut it out already?" Morgan, red as a tomato, pleaded to her. "What the heck had happened to you?"

"We'll find out soon, dear. Ari, here." Arthur remained composed, as he handed to Aries the draught, which she drank in one go.

Once she had calmed down, Aries had seated herself with her husband and children, before finally telling them what had happened. In a matter of twenty minutes, Aries had managed to retell everything, not leaving out anything for them, even for the sake of her children. She and Arthur loved them both dearly, but they did make sure to treat them fairly and with needed strictness, to make sure they would grow up responsible, sensible and mature, unlike with James and Sirius.

To say that what they had heard was enough make their hair go grey would be an understatement, as Gawain and Morgan sat there motionless and pale. They understood why their mother had gone to both of them after seeing Harry, whom they considered a sibling of their own, in such a state. Gawain, after the end of the tale, went on ahead to hug his mom again, with Morgan joining in too, shrugging off for the moment her tough girl persona. Aries welcomed the embraces with tears, but her gaze was fixed on her husband, whose face first lost color like her, but now was gaining a crimson red tone of anger.

Pendragons, both Lords and Ladies, were often known for their strong-willed and even explosive natures, with their tempers often being hard to control. Arthur was no different, and now, after hearing that his godson was alive, and had gone through so much, he couldn't help but feel absolute rage and fury, something that he hadn't felt since hearing of his family's near complete demise. His godson, nay, his son in all but name and blood was beaten, abused and literally thrown out of his family by James and Lily, and all because he was apparently a Squib?! He didn't even know how those two could've come to such a conclusion, and he couldn't even imagine who or what could've hurt Harry to the point of causing Morenna's Syndrome. What he could imagine was what he was going to turn James and Lily into when he saw them both, because they won't be leaving the inevitable meeting in human forms.

But before that, there was something he needed to attend to first and foremost.

"Aries, Harry… Can we see him?" Arthur asked her in a shaky voice. "Please, I need to see him…"

"We moved him in to an extensive care after the operation, as he is far too weak to even wake up, but yes." Aries told them, as they stood up and moved towards the needed place.

It took them just a few minutes to reach the needed room, with Aries opening the door inside. The family stepped inside, with Gawain and Morgan following their parents right behind them, before freezing at the sight of the boy. Harry laid on the bed, his frame and face gaunt, thin and showing outlines of his skeleton, hair grey and unkempt, with tubes connected to his veins, providing needed potions and medicaments directly into his system. Gawain paled and felt sick at the sight, while Morgan couldn't handle the sight and ran out of the room.

"I'll… I'll g-go after her…" Gawain, too uncomfortable and troubled, said in a hollowed voice.

"Wait us in my cabinet, dear." Aries told him, knowing that her son and daughter best process it and not see any further today, allowing her son to go after Morgana.

Arthur didn't stop them, transfixed on the sight before him, as he took slow steps towards Harry's frame. The look on his face was enough to tell a thousand words without ever uttering them and all of them would speak of pain and anguish that Arthur was feeling for Harry. Both he and Aries had helped Euphemia raise Harry when he was born, while his real father and mother felt that it was far more important to play heroes and chase the bad guys at the behest of Dumbledore.

While Arthur and Aries too had been the part of the Order, they didn't let it stand in the way of raising their children. While Arthur had openly participated in battles and used politics to fight Death Eaters, his wife served as Order's main medic, alongside Madam Pomfrey, saving lives through her knowledge of healing arts. And even then, the two didn't abandon their children and even Harry, who had grown to be theirs, until Lily had her second son and finally took interest in being a mother, though until she was strong enough again to be a hero, as she and James now see each other.

Arthur and Aries loved Harry as their own, and if James and Lily didn't want him for some reason, then why didn't they give him to them to raise as their own? Everyone knew how dear Harry was to them, and House Pendragon never shunned their own, not even those born unable to cast magic, but Harry wasn't like that, as both Arthur and Aries saw him perform underage magic many times. He was a born wizard, and potentially quite powerful, and yet… Dark thoughts crawled into Arthur's head, thoughts that could only be dispelled if he were to receive the answers on them.

And he was bloody well going to get them from James and Lily one way or another.

England. Potter Manor. Next day.

The crack of apparition sound the arrival on the grounds belonging to House Potter of one Arthur Pendragon, who proceeded to fix up his blue coat before setting off towards the three storey mansion, surrounded by a garden and grounds, kept in order and pristine by House Elves. Caring naught for the sights, Arthur was making way to the front doors, his temper reigned in to an acceptable level, so as to not go ahead and accidentally kill someone. He needed answers from Potters, and he was going to get them, and then he will decide what to do with them.

One thing was clear though- Harry was going to stay with him and Aries, no question about that, not after seeing him and finding out about the people that took care of him these two years. He thought once that Lily was a smart woman, but to give away her eldest to none other than her magic-hating sister?! Did Lily suddenly go mental and forgot about the fact that Petunia despised everything about Lily and magic, and in that case, did she really think that Harry would safe and sound with Petunia and her swine of a husband? Apparently she and James did, as they've not even bothered to check up on Harry and simply gone on ahead to send money to Dursleys, which they promptly spent on themselves and their son.

And that is all the while Harry was suffering from a lethal disease and was being beaten and abused like a damned House Elf! When he and Aries heard of it from the interrogator, Aries had to practically claw her hand into Arthur's to stop him from storming the Ministry in search of those monsters. He did promise to make sure that those freaks, like they called his godson, were to suffer horribly for hurting Harry, but now he needed to clear things up with Potters. He didn't announce that he was coming to them, nor did he warn anyone in England of his arrival, as he didn't think about it. He could've gone ahead and acted smart and strategic, but he was far too pissed off to do so. His draconian blood, as his aunt called it, was acting in full, and Arthur was following its call.

Once reached the doors, he simply swung them open, stepping into the painfully familiar room. Once he did so, one of the Potter House Elves appeared before Arthur.

"You are not welcome in here, Arthur Pendragon." He spoke up to him. "Master and Mistress are having guests and you must leave." The elf's arrogant tone didn't help calm Arthur.

"I'll leave as soon as I'm done with your Master and Mistress, now out of my way." Arthur wasn't in the mood to deal with Elves, but the elf stepped in front of him and stopped him.

"Leave and don't come back until sum…" A flick of wrist and the elf was sent flying into the suit of armor, after a silent and powerful Flippendo.

"Never like Elves, especially arrogant ones." Arthur muttered to himself, as he made his way towards the guestroom, from where he could hear happy voices coming.

Arthur had immediately recognized the voices of James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, along with that of Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, and what sounded like Longbottoms and Weasleys being there as well. It would seem that there were all needed ingredients for a full on scandal and disaster, and Arthur was going to enjoy preparing it. Without as much as knock on the doors, he swung them open and stepped into the large room, filled with the guests.

Everyone's eyes were immediately on Arthur, with a few wands as well, and everyone was shocked and surprised to see Lord Pendragon of all people stepping in. Just as Arthur had guessed, there were all the people he thought he heard, along with James Jr., Neville Longbottom and what seemed like a full on brood of Weasley children being there, along with Severus Snape of all people. Arthur didn't wait for anyone to break silence

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything important." Arthur simply stated, keeping his cool for the moment, as he moved inside the room. "Sorry for the uninvited visit, but I simply couldn't help myself, as I've found myself in a grip of a strong desire to pay you a visit, James, Lily, but I see that you have quite some company here."

"Arthur, that's a surprise to see you, cousin." James said awkwardly, though jovially. "You should've called that you were coming, like you used to…"

"Arthur, my dear boy, it is so good to see you come back to us all. It warms our hearts to see after all these years." Dumbledore spoke in his usual grandfatherly manner, but was immediately met with a cold furious look in Arthur's eyes, which was enough to scare him a little. "Arthur, is there something troubling you?"

"Quite a lot of things trouble me, Dumbledore." Arthur addressed him without his titles, riling him up somewhat.

"Don't speak to him so disrespectfully, Arthur!" Molly Weasley addressed him like he was her own son. "He is Headmaster, don't you remember?"

"He hasn't been my Headmaster for quite a long time, and I see no point in playing his annoying fantasy of being his eternal student, like you all do." Arthur said in a bit of an irritated tone, before he turned to the children. "Children, the grown up here need to have a bit of a serious conversation, so why don't you all go outside and play in the garden?" The tone in which Lord Pendragon had said it made it clear to anyone old enough to understand that he wasn't kidding.

In a minute, the whole brood of Weasleys, along with Neville and James Jr. left the room, with Frank and Alice Longbottom deciding to look after them, along with Minerva. All that stayed were quite curious and a bit on edge at the presence of Arthur. Sirius was the first one to finally break ice.

"Alright, Arthur, what the hell are you doing here, after all these years?" Sirius asked of him. "Didn't you and Aries tell us that you were done with England and the Order and wanted to be left alone and in peace, though with your Pendragon blood that's hardly ever possible."

"We did mean it, but it seems fate and God have other plans for us in regards with Britain and everyone else here." Arthur did see how practically all scowled at the mention of a Christian God, something that British Wizards and Witches didn't particularly like, as they saw Magic as a deity of its own and Merlin as akin to Jesus Christ.

"What foolishness, to actually believe in those Muggle superstitions. It's a miracle that your House isn't ridiculed in France for such beliefs." Snape stated with a snide, before flinching at the gaze of Arthur and wishing to excuse himself after meeting his eyes.

"It's not such foolishness, at least not the same as seeing Merlin as a God and worshiping him as one by your entire country." Arthur retorted. "And do keep quiet, Snape, unless you wish for me to finish our duel three years ago."

"Arthur, my boy, please be civil and explain to us what has brought you here to us all?" Dumbledore stepped in to placate obviously angered Lord Pendragon. "And you must let go of what Severus may have committed, since he had been pardoned and served our Order as an agent, as you well know."

"I remember, and I also remember what he had done for Voldemort." The shiver went through everyone's spines. "Had he been in France, no amount of good deeds would safe him from death penalty, but that's beside the point. I am here because yesterday, I've come to St. Jeanne's Hospital with my children, to see why my wife was being late. What I found there is the reason I am here."

"Yeah? And whatever did you find there all of a sudden?" James asked in an agitated tone. "Find out that your little sword no longer operational?" He and the rest of the Marauders laughed at the vulgar joke.

"No, I found my godson there, abused, beaten and looking worse than death, but alive." The anger in Arthur's voice was barely contained, as was noted by everyone.

The look of shock on everyone's face was evident to Arthur, as the color seemed to leave some of their faces. Though he was a trained user of Legilimency, he didn't need to clearly see their thoughts and the fact that all of them were actually aware of the fact of Harry being alive, meaning that even Weasleys and Snape knew of it! The gall of Potters and Dumbledore to claim to him that his godson was dead has now reached new heights. Lily was the first one to speak up.

"Harry? Arthur, d-don't be ridiculous. Remember, we told you th-that Harry is dead, killed by You-Know-Who." Lily tried to play off the ignorance card.

"Yes, Arthur, our dear Lily is right. I understand that you were close to the boy and may still mourn his death, but perhaps your mind is trying to tell you that you need to reconnect with him through his family, like with James Jr. and…" Dumbledore didn't get the chance to finish his tirade, as Arthur spoke again.

"Stop insulting my intelligence and start talking, because I literally have to hold myself back from taking out my wand and going on a rampage on all of you." Arthur's low, near animalistic growl was enough to scare them all, as such a threat was quite real. "My wife had to save his life yesterday, after he had a magical discharge in one of the non-magical hotels of France, courtesy of Morenna's Syndrome. And before any of you start spouting something about me being wrong, know that I've received confirmation from medics on his identity and from the people he was staying, the Dursleys." Lily, James and Dumbledore's eyes widened after hearing of it all.

"Is Petunia and her husband with son alright?" Lily asked suddenly, meeting with the raging gaze of Arthur Pendragon.

"She and her husband are in detention of Aurors, but the fact that you first asked of them, Lily, tells me that you don't even give a damn about Harry!" Arthur practically shouted at her, forcing James to take a protective stance near her.

"Watch your tone, Arthur, and of course we care about Harry!" He stated to him with anger, before he realized what he had done.

"So you did know that he was alive, and you have had the gall to lie to me, right in the face?" Arthur asked of him, as he looked at them all. "Did all of you here know about the fact that Harry was alive and was with those monsters?"

"What monsters, Arthur? They are just Muggles, nothing more, and Harry is a Squib, so he would naturally be alright with them." Weasley Patriarch stated in an ignorant tone. "What would they do to him, and we didn't tell you because you and Aries would've just ignored him anyway, since he is a Squib and you are a Pendragon and…"

"And who was it that told you that Pendragons treat their Mageborns like trash, hm? Or did you all just assume that since I come from what you people call 'Dark" family, we throw our members out into the trash if they can't use magic like Wizards and Witches?" Arthur asked of him and everyone else. "Unlike with your archaic England, Mageborns, First Gens and Magical Creatures are treated just and equally and are not repressed in any way. Their rights are protected and stated in our Constitution, one that House Pendragon had helped to write all the way back in 1451!" Arthur stated with fire and passion in his voice. "And as for those Muggles, did you two daft idiots even know what they had done to Harry, hm?! They've beaten and abused him, he has burns and scars on his body from it all!"

"Arthur, surely, you overestimate and jest..." Dumbledore tried to placate Arthur, but failed.

"I do not jest, Albus! You have lied to me about Harry, told me that he is dead and forced me and my wife to mourn for him, when we should've been saving him from those monsters in human flesh!" Arthur's magic flared up, cracking the windows and floor underneath him, allowing him to calm down. "But that's not even the worst thing that was done with him. That statement that Harry was a Mageborn is utter bullocks, as you British like to say, because both me and Aries have seen plenty of times Harry use his magic since he was two years old, and you know that he was capable of magic too!" Arthur pointed his finger at James and Lily.

"Arthur, look, this whole thing may look bad, but it was done for a good cause and reason." Sirius had tried to intervene. "You see, Voldemort isn't exactly dead and he will be back, sooner or later, and only Jamie can stop him once and for all, just like he did that night."

"All I know is that Euphemia Potter had killed Voldemort, not a year old boy like you all seem to delude yourselves into thinking." Arthur stated in cold tone. "And just what damn good cause did you come up with to do whatever you've done with Harry? This better be something really important, because otherwise I am not answering for myself and my actions."

"Arthur, my boy, I know that had been done to Harry could be seen as inhumane and even considered as dark, but it was done for the Greater Good of all people." Dumbledore spoke in his usual manner. "You see, that night when Dark Lord attacked, I had managed to determine that Euphemia had performed some form of powerful sacrificial magic, so as to shield her grandchildren from Voldemort, before being killed. When Voldemort had tried to strike little Jamie, the killing curse bounced off and struck him back."

"He could've gone on ahead and tried to use Avada Kedavra on Harry first. I would've done that if I were him, and why in the world was he even after them both, Dumbledore?" Arthur demanded to know.

"There is a valid reason why he was after them, one that you will understand. There is a prophesy, one that was told by Sybill Trelawney, a Seer and a Divination Teacher in Hogwarts." Albus continued, before Arthur spoke up again.

"Sybill Trelawney?! You trusted a word of that fraud and False Seer of all people?!" Arthur was rightfully outraged after hearing of it. "That damn woman had nearly caused a death of my aunt Aurora with one of her bouts of 'divination', and you've took her word as truth?!"

"She is no False Seer, Arthur." Dumbledore spoke to Arthur. "I can assure you of that, for I had seen how she preened into the future and revealed to me the prophesy that would put an end to Dark Lord. It spoke of a child, born when the July dies and that would vanquish the Dark Lord once and for all. A boy that had survived the killing curse sent at him, our dear Jamie. That is the reason why Voldemort was after Harry and Jamie, and that is the reason why we had to… use Harry to help Jamie." Dumbledore gulped, recalling what they had to do.

"Use Harry to…" Suddenly, it became clear to Arthur what Dumbledore meant, as if in the flash he recalled just how Harry displayed all the underage magic, while Jamie did not show any sign of having one. "Dear God, h-how could you do it to your own son, James?! Harry could've died from that thrice damned ritual, he nearly did!"

"We had no other option, because Jamie was the one to vanquish the Dark Lord and his magic was not developed fully!" James defended himself and his position. "It was either doing the ritual or letting everyone die when Voldemort were to return. Would you let everything die when you had the chance of stopping him?"

"I would've stood and fought him tooth and nail, but never sacrifice any of my children in a Transferring Ritual!" Arthur roared, as he spoke the name of the ritual that they had used on Harry, now that he realized it. "There is a damn good reason why my family had refused to ever use that ritual again, and you know why!"

Transferring Ritual may sound innocent enough, but in reality it is anything but innocent and safe, as it is a ritual that was developed in House Pendragon over 600 years ago by one of Arthur's ancestors, Robert Pendragon. The story goes that Robert had a son that was a Mageborn and couldn't cast magic, so Robert had gone on ahead to develop a ritual that would grant his son ability to cast magic. It involved sacrificing a magical user to then transfer his magic into a recipient, with Robert using a first gen witch as a sacrifice. The ritual ended up killing the witch and later killed the boy too, with the story of it becoming public. Robert was soon dealt with by Lord Pendragon at time, Phillip Pendragon, who had captured him and personally executed him for his actions. Robert had left detailed notes of the ritual in Pendragon's library, which Arthur and James had found some years ago.

Arthur couldn't believe what he just heard: his own cousin, a man that was like a little brother to him, had subjected his eldest son to that ritual! It was not just a crime of the highest penalty, but a literal sacrament against magic and life itself, as no intelligent being had the right to steal magic from another being. To do so would be like committing murder and stealing the soul of the murdered, and James knew of it! And he still did it… By every right, Arthur could go ahead and murder James for what he had done, as if it ever were to come out, James Potter and House Potter, along with everyone else involved had effectively signed their death warrants.

"James had shown me the ritual notes, and we had modified it all to make sure that Jamie were to get the magic and Harry was to keep his own, but when we had performed the ritual in Hogwarts… It left Harry as a Squib, as I had determined." Dumbledore said in a sad tone, ignorant of the fury rising in Arthur. "We knew what your reaction would be to that ritual, Arthur, and I take full responsibility for performing it, but you must understand that it was done out of good intentions and for the Greater Good, for Jamie is the only one to defeat the Dark Lord completely."

"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. And no Good can ever justify the horrific evil you had committed with Harry!" Arthur bellowed. "Did you even have the brains to have a professional medic check him after that damned ritual?! Because he didn't end up Mageborn, but instead was forced to suffer from damn Morenna's Syndrome! His magic was literally killing him by bottling up and ravaging his organism without a proper way to be released out! Had Aries not recognized that Syndrome, Harry would've died on the operational table, or worse, got possessed by the fucking Voldemort!" The last bit shocked everyone to the core.

"H-Harry was being possessed?" Lily asked in a hollow voice.

"Oh, now you are interested in your son's, or should I say, former son's life?" Arthur practically sneered at Lily.

"Arthur what did you mean when you said that Harry was nearly possessed by Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked quickly, realizing that he may've made a mistake with the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Exactly what I meant, you old goat! Harry had a shard of Voldemort's soul implanted right in his forehead, leeching off of Harry's unstable magic and growing in power, before it attempted to take over Harry's body yesterday." Arthur explained to them all what he meant.

"Oh dear Merlin, the boy must've been born dark if Dark Lord had tried to use him like that!" Molly stated in a shock, immediately regretting what she said, when she met with Arthur's eyes and her husband had to step between them.

"Call my boy dark or something like that again, you red haired cow, and I'll finish what my ancestor Gawain the Defender started with your traitorous House." Arthur made it clear that it wasn't just a threat, but a promise. "Fortunately, Aries managed to take the shard out of Harry and lock it in a phylactery. Right now, Harry is in extensive care, finally getting the treatment he so desperately needed, with my wife and the best doctors in all of Europe seeing to him. God wills, in a few weeks, he shall be strong enough to be moved to a more private and comfortable location." He saw the relief in the eyes of Potters, Marauders and Dumbledore.

"Then it means that Harry will be welcomed back in his real family and everyone will be happy and…" Dumbledore, finally recognizing that he indeed made a mistake with the Potter boys, now needed to have Harry Potter back where he could mold him.

But his plans were never meant to come to be realized, as he seemingly forgot just who Arthur Pendragon was.

"And why in Hell would I ever even think about returning Harry to all you, especially after what you have done to him?" Arthur asked of them, his hand coming close to his wand holster.

"You can't just keep the boy hostage from his parents, Arthur." Remus told him. "Yes, what we all had done was a mistake and a bad one, but you have to let us make it up to Harry and forgive us for it."

"Yeah, we all here, safe for the Snape here, are Gryffindors and we always stick together, no matter what. C'mon Arthur, we know you are salty because we didn't tell you, but…" Sirius, an ignorant mutt that he is, tried to placate the dragon that was Arthur.

"Salty?! I am worlds beyond SALTY! You expect me to forgive you all for consenting to effectively an equivalent of murder of my god, no, my son?!" Arthur drew out his wand, with everyone else doing the same and standing up, with Albus pointing his Elder Wand at Arthur. "How I would enjoy burning the entire lot of you… But even if I did that, it would do no good to my son, especially when he needs a family that loves and cares for him." Arthur calmed down, as he put away his wand, forcing everyone to draw an easy breath.

"So, once he is strong enough, we will take him back home and…" Lily and James were already planning a reunion with Harry, but she was immediately stopped by Arthur.

"You don't understand, do you? Harry will never set foot in this house and will never again be used by you, not while House Pendragon draws breath." Arthur said in a low tone, making it clear what he meant, as he turned to James. "Before I came here, I made sure to contact all Heads of Pendragon Branch Families, as well as all allies of House Pendragon, so that if anything were to happen with me and Harry, you would have hell to pay for. And believe me, the Devil himself wouldn't be stupid enough to face off with half of Magical World. Along with that, I've checked family tree of House Pendragon, and found out an interesting detail about Harry, one that explains how he had been considered dead by magic." Arthur turned his eyes towards James.

"Arthur, please, w-we had no choice, and if the people were to find out that House Potter had a Squib for an Heir…" James tried to plead to Arthur, but Arthur was well past forgiveness.

"You Brits with your archaic traditions… Is it any wonder why you are seen and thought as you think about Mageborns?" Arthur asked rhetorically. "You could've just transferred the Heir status to James Jr., but you went even further, eliminated the weakness all together, so to speak. The purebloods like Walburga Black and Lucius Malfoy would be proud of you, James, but had Mama been alive, she would've died the moment she learned of you disowning your son through magic, name and even blood."

"Please, Arthur, let us make up to Harry and…" Lily had tried to plead again, but he simply shook his head. "Y-you can't keep us away from our son. Harry will want to come back to family, and we will take him back."

"Are you his family, Lily?" Arthur asked of her. "You and James have been so occupied with Order duties and being heroes that you've left Harry largely on aunt Euphemia and me with Aries. We raised him alongside our own children, watched him make his first steps and speak his first words. Hell, until James Jr. was born, he thought you were his aunt, not mother. Well, now you aren't even that to him, you can thank James here for that, and your own damn hubris."

"Arthur, I must insist that you return Harry to James and Lily." Dumbledore spoke up. "If Harry really is capable of magic, he will need to be trained, readied and brought up in a correct and right way."

"So as to be a loyal little puppet in your schemes, like all of them?" Arthur sneered at Dumbledore. "Harry won't be anyone's puppet, no one's toy anymore, and I'll see to that personally. He holds the draconian blood, the blood of King Arthur, Mordred the Avenger, Gawain the Defender and dozens of great wizards and witches of proud name Pendragon. And Pendragons never abandon their own blood alone for the wolves. Make no mistake: should any of you, ever, make a move against Harry, you can consider yourselves sworn enemies of my House. And you all know what my House does with such people, even if they are of our own blood." Arthur stated to them, making sure that everyone knew that he was dead serious.

It was no secret that House Pendragon, perhaps even more than any other House in Europe, made sure to eliminate their foes and enemies with extreme prejudice. Even Merlin didn't escape that fate, as even after defeating Morgana Le Fay, her son Mordred had personally saw to his death, reportedly having decapitated him with his father's sword, Caliburn. This had set the trend for his descendants to follow, as throughout the ages, hundreds of wizards and witches found their lives cut short at the hands of Pendragons. Gawain II Pendragon is particularly infamous in that regard, having personally eradicated up to seven Noble Houses during the Great Magical War. Arthur continued the trend, driving to extinction French branches of House Malfoy and completely eradicating House Lestrange and House Rosier in France, which had helped greatly to the Order.

"The only reason why I will keep quiet about what you have done is because, no matter how much I may hate you all, I would be leaving James Jr. without his loving parents, who went as far as to…" Arthur had no strength to say again what they did. "But remember: one wrong move towards Harry- and Azkaban will be Heaven compared to what I have in store. If he ever wishes in the future, I will not deny him the right to contact you, but only if it is not to harm him." With that being said, Arthur turned to the doors and began to walk towards them, having said his piece.

"Arthur, brother…" James had tried one last time to reach towards his cousin, but failed.

"You are no brother of mine, James, not after you've tried to strike your son out of existence." Arthur simply stated to him, before stopping near doors, having recalled something. "Dumbledore, you said that Voldemort was after the kids after he heard the Prophesy. Who was it that told him about it?" Had Arthur turned towards Dumbledore instead of facing the door, he would see Snape literally paling to his death.

"It was Peter, Arthur. Peter Pettigrew, he was the one who told the Prophesy to Voldemort." Dumbledore told Arthur, hoping that Pendragon would believe it.

"I'll pay him a visit soon." Arthur promised both to himself and to the members of Order, as even though he was in Azkaban, Arthur would make sure that Peter suffered for his crimes.

As Arthur left the room and went towards the closest floo place, the present members of the Order immediately began to speak amongst themselves.

"James, we have to get Harry back in our family! What we had done to him… Can't we use our influence to put the pressure on Arthur and his damned family?!" Lily was desperate, as consciousness was beginning to eat at her. "He can't be as powerful as he claims! He wasn't like that in Hogwarts, from what I heard!"

"Lily, he is that powerful and even more influential that Malfoys, Blacks and us put together. Pendragons are practically royalty in France and are revered there as its defenders and the people that had shaped the very foundations of modern Magical France." James let out a defeated sigh. "Merlin's beard, House of Potter itself owes its current fortune to Pendragons, since my mother had helped sponsor my dad's business. Without her and Pendragons, we would be destitute. I will try to do something, but I doubt it will work, since French Ministry cares little to nothing towards Britain and us."

"Well, there must be something that can be used against them, right? Their House's history is brim filled dark wizards and witches, just that Gawain II the Butcher!" Molly Weasley suggested. "Only You-Know-Who had ever trumped that murderous demon in darkness and evil. Not to mention Morgana Le Fay and her bastard Mordred. That whole family is evil and Arthur has finally showed his colors. Don't worry, Lily dear, we'll have your son at your side in a jiffy, right Arthur?"

"Maybe not so soon…" He said in an unsure way, as even he knew that taking on House Pendragon as an enemy spelled disaster to any Noble House, Light or Dark.

"Even if so, we can't give up hope if we want the poor Harry back in the arms of his true parents and I will be sure to find a way for him to return him safe and sound to the side of Light." Dumbledore promised to them. "Even Arthur and House Pendragon aren't all mighty and undefeatable, I'll find a way, Lily, James, I assure you." The two parents in question looked at him with relief and near divine reverence

"Headmaster, once Arthur gets to Peter, he will find out…" Snape had reminded to Dumbledore, who calmed him down.

"Not to worry, Severus. All Arthur will find is Peter's body, but nothing of his soul or mind." Dumbledore assured him, as it would be disastrous for Dumbledore if Peter were to get in Arthur's hands.

Albus knew that Arthur's massive wealth, which made even Malfoys look like poor potters, and extensive network of connections, would allow him to get not just an access to Peter, but also his extradition to France on for crimes against House Pendragon. If it were to happen, Peter will talk and reveal that he spied for Voldemort on Dumbledore's orders, and revealed the location of the boys to Voldemort in an effort to determine who the real Boy-Who-Lived is. Though it was a treacherous thing to do, Dumbledore had done it out of good intentions and with the thoughts of Light in his mind and heart, and to finally put an end to Voldemort, but Arthur and others wouldn't see it that way. He had managed to keep Peter quiet throughout the years, but once Arthur had him… The rat would have to die.

And Harry will have to be returned in England, where Dumbledore will be able to mold him and James Jr. into what he needed: weapons of Light against the Dark. Now it was unmistakable that it was harry who was marked by Voldemort as his equal. He was a fool to have not seen such a thing, and now he had to fix the mistake as quickly as possible. It was good thing that he had never revealed the Prophesy in the fullest and truest form to anyone, and so still could convince everyone that James Jr. was the prophesized vanquisher of Voldemort. He would have to keep up the charade for the time, until he secures Harry and trains him himself to die and weaken Voldemort enough for Albus to finish the job. He couldn't let anyone bear the burden of being the one to take down the most evil of Dark Lords of all times, only he could do it and will, for he is the Leader of Light and would carry whatever burden needed for the ultimate victory.

Just as he and Gellert had always said, for the Greater Good.

Several hours later. St. Jeanne's Hospital.

Arthur stepped out of the floo portal, having finished up the business he had in the French Ministry, such as securing Harry citizenship of France and Magical French, not to mention being appointed as his magical and formal guardian. Though he had more than enough money to buy almost anyone in the Ministry, it did help that the Minister of Magic, Eduard de Brienne, was also a personal and close friend of Arthur without even a single knut used in securing his support.

A single conversation, three glasses of cognac and one call into the Department of Citizenship and Rights, and Harry was now a full-fledged citizen of France. Now all that remained was for him to get well and move to Château de Pendragon, home of House of Pendragon, where he would be officially adopted into the House Pendragon as its full member and son of Arthur and Aries. He had the support of his relatives from Branch Families and since Harry was officially disowned by House Potter, there wouldn't be any trouble.

Once he was past the reception, he soon reached his destination, which was Harry's room, near which he found his wife, looking at him. Once he got to her, he placed a kiss on her cheek, making her smile, before she spoke up.

"How did it go?" She asked of him.

"They got the message, and it was them that had caused the Syndrome." Arthur told to Aries, who widened her eyes. "It's the damned Transferring Ritual that did to Harry… James and Lily agreed to it, to give Harry's magic to James Jr., since he is something of a messiah to them now, because of some rubbish of prophesy told by Trelawney… I'll explain everything back at home, how is Harry?"

"Better, far better than yesterday when we just operated him." Aries told him. "Nurse said he woke up and I was about to go in when I saw you. Shall we?" Arthur smiled to her, as he opened the door to her.

"After you." Aries stepped inside, followed by her husband after.

When they got inside, they saw that Harry was still pretty pale and thin, but his bones weren't as prominently seen as yesterday and he was finally regaining color of his skin. It was good sign, showing that he was getting better, and it was added up when he opened up his eyes and looked upon Arthur and Aries standing near him, forcing him to blink a couple of times before realizing that it was the dream. Aries had to contain her tears at the sight of her son looking at her, while Arthur smiled reassuringly to Harry.

"Harry, it's alright. You are safe now, no one will hurt you." Arthur assured him. "Please forgive me and Aries for not looking out for you. Had we known... It doesn't matter anymore: we won't let anything happen to you again, and we won't let anyone hurt you like those monsters had done to you."

"Y-yes, Harry. You just rest and get better, I will look after you while y-you are here. A-and once you are strong enough, y-you'll move in with us. Gawain and Morgan are anxious to see you and Charle can't wait to see her big brother." Aries smiled through tears, before both she and Arthur saw that Harry was trying to tell them something. "Harry, is something wrong?"

"Mama… Papa…" Was all that he managed to say, with tears of happiness coming out of his eyes, and it was enough to cause Aries to once more lose her composure and even make Arthur shed tears.

Their son was alive and he was going to be alright, and that was all that mattered to them.

I did not think about making another HP fanfic, especially while finishing up my first one, but then again, I am a flimsy ass writer who changes his mind just as fast as Luna dreams of something unreal and fantastic. Anyway, this is a bit different fanfic then the Dark Prince Rises, as here it will not be focused on Harry gaining ultimate power and all that, but will be focused on House Pendragon and Harry's integration into it, as well as his role in the war agaisnt Voldemort.

I warn you immediately, that Harry will not be an Heir or Lord of Houses Potter, Peverell and Fleamont, as he lost those rights, and he will not be the Lord Pendragon or even Heir Apparent, that is Gawain's title. He may obtain a title and Lordship of some other House, but it will be much later, until then he will only be a member of House Pendragon and fourth in the line of inheritance, as he has Gawain, Morgana and Charlotte before him in the line of succession. And no, there won't be Game of Thrones style murders to get ahead in inheritance game.

Now, general information about House Pendragon, so as to better understand what is the deal with them being in France and all that. In short, this House had been effectively betrayed by Merlin who took control of Camelot through Arthur and Guinevere, having murdered Morgana, but in turn was murdered by Mordred, true Heir of Arthur. However, William the Conqueror didn't like the idea of a Wizard King and as to get the British Magicals on his side, he betrayed Mordred and exiled him out of England, winning British Magicals support.

It was expected that House Pendragon would die out, but instead they survived, through mud, blood and humiliation, but they did survive and ended up drawing attention of Philippe II Augustus, a historical King of France and one of its best monarchs. In short, the dude saw that House Pendragon knew how to kick ass, was damn powerful, even more stubborn and hated the Brits even more than French liked to cuck 'em (Lancelot and Guinevere, wink wink!)

So he had a bright idea: hire them up to help him with Brits and their Wizards in getting back his lands, grant them lands and make 'em his vassals. And it worked even better than expected, as after that Pendragons went on to become not just most loyal, but arguably the most powerful Noble Magical Family in France. They had both good and bad wizards, but always had powerful and strong members, and they had proved multiple times that they aren't pushovers. They are beasts, dragons that ain't gonna let anyone fuck them up, and if someone does… Well, let's just say they've just fucked themselves in the arse and vagina with lit up dynamite. Voldemort certainly did, even though he was male, but he still felt that one in both places. This House got no qualms with marrying Muggleborns or Magical Beings, like with Veelas or Nephilims, also known in this universe as Succubi, Incubi or Demons and Fallen Angels (my own creation, don't look it up in Potterwiki.), plus they, along with all Magical France, are pretty good with Non-Magical world and it's tech, with their own TV and other goodies being available to them. In short, unlike with Brits, Pendragons and French can live well in Non-Magical World and not draw attention.

Now Aries is my own personal and sudden idea on a theme like: what would an opposite of Bellatrix look like? And though Andromeda is a pretty good pick, I decided to instead of making her Arthur's wife, why not make just one more Black Sister? So, she is intelligent, kind and calm, having played the role of big sister to both Andromeda and Narcissa, usually a pacifist and a medic, but if need be, she can certainly give even Bellatrix a run for her money.

After all, she may not be Slytherin graduate, but she gotten into Ravenclaw for her intellect, wits and knowledge, and the only thing that is more dangerous than a derange psycho in my book, is an intelligent, calculating medic that knows more on how to kill you than you've eaten chicken. Aries' looks are based off Irisviel von Einzbern from Fate/Zero, but with not as pale skin and with blue eyes, or you could think of her as more mature looking Narcissa without scowling face and easy on the eyes.

As for Arthur, he is a Gryffindor that embodies best and worst of his House: courageous, righteous and honorable, but also at times inflexible, rash and quick to anger. He isn't stupid and isn't one to be easily manipulated, but he isn't Slytherin material either, as he isn't too ambitious for the sake of power and prestige, when he already has it. But he is a man that you can depend on helping you out without asking anything in return if need be. He is as brave and courageous as Gryffindor and is caring and generous as Hufflepuff, and he cares for his family more than anything.

His mother died giving birth to him and his father was broken by her death, so he was largely raised by Euphemia and Fleamont Potters, and wasn't even expected to become an Heir or Lord Pendragon, as he had three uncles, three cousins and a father ahead of him in line of succession, but then again, Voldemort did lit up that dynamite for something… He and Aries were in Order, and while Aries patched people up real good, Arthur messed people up real good. He is a recognized master of Charms and Transfiguration, with Fire charms and transfiguration being his bread and butter, while also being no slouch in Dark Arts and Runes, while also being a mediocre at Potions.

He can take a beating and will take it, but he will beat you up even harder, and he had fought almost the entire roster of Death Eaters, from Snape to Bellatrix, and even Voldemort on two separate occasions, though being nearly killed after each one of his duels with him. Anything below Voldemort is right to be afraid of him, with even Bellatrix suffering a defeat at his hands. In other words, stay the fuck away from this guy if you are his enemy, but if you are good with him, he'll be your best buddy.

Now, leave a review, suggestions, questions and so forth in the review or PM. As for Dark Prince, I am working out the epilogue for it, and with my university in play, I was unable to post for it when I promised. Can't guarantee anything, but that I will put it out soon, as well as an update for True Lord of Sekai.

Oh, and who do you think should Harry be dating and be in love with (and I can already see Fleur Delacour being practically everywhere)? Give your suggestion, or better yet, present your own OC as a candidate! Send me a profile of one and the ones I find most interesting, I'll make sure to include in the story if not as romantic interests, but as friends or rivals for sure. Oh, and I do want this not to be a harem fic, so I am getting back to my roots so to speak. I also take candidates from other universes as well, just so you know, but not incest this time, so no Morgan or Charlotte.

Oh, and before I forgot, what name do you think Harry would be best suited for him, once he gets adopted officially into House Pendragon? And before you start hating, just hear me out: he was effectively disowned by his family, used up as a battery and thrown away. I don't know about you, but I would want to erase any mention of having been with them, even change my name to get away from them. So, when Harry is officially adopted into House Pendragon, he will have a new name, and I want your opinions on it. Something sensible, with a Pendragon feel, like with Knights of the Round Table, or something close to France, you get the gist. Would like to know your opinion.

Next time: Welcome to the family; House Potter and Dumbledore on the move; Power of Pendragons.