Hi everyone, I am sorry that this took so long. I was for a time stuck at how I wanted this to continue... now I have written a short chapter in the hope that it will helps me to start again.

France

'Your parents Hadrian are both from very Ancient lines that goes far back to the time of the Roman Empire. None of your parent has any muggles blood in them but a few of them have magical blood, mostly veela. You, Hadrian Le Fay are a pureblood, and you and the magical world had been played.'

In the office an oppressive atmosphere occupied the room. Weighting on the shoulder of a young wizards whom gazed in a daze at the elderly goblin. For a long time no one said a word, until Hadrian's eyes fluttered, focusing his eyes before he locked eyes with Jareth. Gathering his thoughts, Hadrian sounded surprisingly calm when he stated his question. 'Lord Jareth, can you please elaborate the situation for me.'

For such a young wizard child, he is pretty smart, calm and in control. I think we can expect great things from him. Were the thought of Jareth before elaborated for the young wizard. 'It would be my honor to elaborate the errors of your life that others created. You have a moment ago finished the inheritance test by using a legal Gringotts inheritance parchment that is magical made by my kind. There is no way to temper with Gringotts inheritance test, and you, Mr. Le Fay used your blood as a medium to let magic judge you. So far with me?'

Hadrian gazed in the deep brown eyes of Jareth, a firm nod was his only answer that Jareth took with a toothy smile. 'Wonderful, remember when I said that we can trace you bloodline back to Ancient time of the Romans. Good. During the romans time your family was sent to Great Britain to keep an eye on the barbarians. But your ancestor had other plans, one of your ancestor married a certain Morgana Le Fay, niece of Rowena Ravenclaw from the third line in the family. Together, Morgana and your ancestor shared an interest in talented wizards and witches with unique magical abilities, soon another wizard joined them, can you guess who he is?'

'Salazar Slytherin.'

'You're quiet correct, sir. Salazar Slytherin was a special wizard with one unique magical talent, namely parseltongue. While your ancestor were very talented in wand crafting and other magical objects like us goblins, and Morgana in the art of magic, they worshipped the Roman Goddess Trivia, Goddess of Sorcery and Witchcraft. They started a cult where they could freely practice sorcery and over time that cult grew and turned in the first magical village of Britain, Diagon Alley. Your ancestors were the founders of Britain's first magical village that they protected with charms, spells and oaths. Through the years my kind, the goblins joined Diagon Alley, starting the first Wizarding Bank that were financed by your ancestors. Diagon Alley grew, expanded with magical kind and shops appeared and slowly rumors started to spread.' Jareth face darkened at the end that caused Hadrian to shift in his seat.

'Rumors?'

'Yes, rumors. Slowly but steadily witch hunters popped up, starting to blame our magical kind of corrupting their farms, cattle and other nonsense. They started to burn anyone that looked ordinary and most of the time they were twenty-five percent right. Wizards and witches weren't the only races that were hunted. Races like the veela were hunted for their beauty, unicorns were hunted for their pelt, golden or silver horns or for rich, filthy princesses. But my race were hunting due our affinity for riches and above all the magical items that we crafts that would help the wearer.' His voice turned graver with each word that left his lips. Hadrian could see the loathing in his eyes and kept wisely quiet. 'By the time that Hogwarts was built, a powerful wizard had matured and took his place in our community but he had a dream, a foolish dream. He dreamed of our magical kind and those filth to life together in harmony. That fool lent from the goblin a special, crafted sword that he 'accidentally dropped' in a lake. Not wishing to wet his robes, he called in a favor from a virgin maiden to pick up the magical blade. While she was diving to accomplish her task she was cursed by the wizard to live forever in the lake as its naiad to watch over the blade until the 'rightful' owner appeared.'

Hadrian listened intently to the story. Slowly puzzle pieces fell into place. 'You don't mean – Excalibur legend!'

Jareth nodded solemnly. 'That legend indeed. For centuries Excalibur is lost to us and the virgin maiden, Nimue. Through his reign as King of Britain his mind started to cave in due the magical radiating of the sword. He became a mad King, following his father in his footsteps by recreating the law of banning the use of magic. Magical beings were now hunted in large scales, and veela were captured and held for breeding purpose. Seeing the King turn to madness we took our army to free our fallen brethren and the Battle of Camlann begun.'

'Battle of Camlann where Mordred slain the King. Arthur losing his life called for one of his knights to watch over Excalibur and if he didn't return within a week he need to return the sword to the virgin maiden of the lake.'

'Only according to legends but the truth is that the Knight took the sword but never returned to the lake, causing the virgin maiden, Nimue remain there forever. My kind waited, and sometimes when we hears a rumor we send one of our team to investigate but alas we comes each time with empty hands. But we aren't the only kind that's looking for the magical artifact. Some search for its powers, but yours and those allied to your family searches in fain to free the Maiden.'

'If I might ask, why did my family and allied family search for Excalibur and Nimue?' The young wizard asked, his voice held some curiosity for the reason why his family was abscessed by the legend.

'According to legends, Nimue is the younger sister of Morgana Le Fey and she held knowledge and wisdom of the magical world that no one else have. Only those from her and Morgana's bloodline have the chance to find her location. I speculate that Dumbledore used your boy-who-lived status to get entrance to your families faults to search for any clues of the location of Nimue, your grand-grand-grand… ehm well just your aunt.'

'Well, I am glad I have some ancient aunt. At least a living relati – eh, wait! Dumbledore breaks in my family's faults?!' Hadrian exclaimed loudly. His eyes flashed dangerously green, and his hair danced in nonexistence wind. 'Explain!'

'I am sorry, I wandered off, let us return to you, milord. You must understand that magical lineage is very important in the wizarding world, and those with the most purest blood is magical very powerful. Albus Dumbledore knew that your family, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter is political very powerful and he couldn't undermine your grand-father's political power. Your grand-father, Charles Potter was a very powerful politician with strong alliances in the room that he almost ruled the entire council.

Charles Potter tried to push a law that everyone with the Dark Lord's mark will be arrested if they set a foot in the Ministry but Dumbledore opposed against it. There were other laws that Charles offered that Dumbledore didn't agree with and he knew that your grand-father held too much power in the council and plotted his demise by using Riddle.' Hadrian was pale, too pale for a healthy person as he listened to Jareth. He baled his hand, his knuckles turned ghostly white but his eyes were dangerously calm, that glowed an eerily emerald light. 'Riddle attacked a few days later your grand-parents and caused their demise that broke your father. Afraid that someday your father would take his father's seat at the council he advised your parents to hide under a Fidelius charm that we erected around their estate but unknown to us, he had somehow influenced your parents by using one of their friends instead of keeping the secret location themselves.'

'Dumbledore, that bastard planned my family demise!' Hissed Hadrian, his voice almost too low to catch. 'He is just like Riddle, power hungry.'

'Indeed they are.'

'What did he do in my family fault?' Jareth watched as Hadrian's eyes now were a dark emerald color, a cold mask on his face but you could feel his power radiate off him.

'He stole some valuable artifacts, a huge sum of your fortune, your parents will, destroyed your marriage contract and replaced that with his own with one Ginevra Molly Weasley.' Jareth slid the forged marriage contract to the young wizard who started to scan and with each passing word his magic increased, then skyrocket before it suddenly vanished and it became eerily calm.

'Void the contract with Ginevra Molly Weasley, send a copy to another fault of the Potter's as evidence for later use. I expect that my original marriage contract is still somewhere, a copy maybe? Same for my parents will.' The goblin almost smiled generously at the cold voice of his client. He started to see traces of the Lord Slytherin and Lady Le Fay, two ruthless politicians, powerful magicians in their own right and woo those who dare to attack them in anyway. '…I want my stolen inheritance back with interest, you might claim ten percent of what you returns. I want the goblins write a letter about Clause 76: Hinder a heir of a Noble House. Clause 85: Theft of Inheritance of a Noble House. Clause 90: Theft of bloodline of a Noble House…'

Jareth listened, his sharp teeth revealed to the world when he listened to the list of clauses that Dumbledore of whoever joined him in stealing from the future young Lord Le Fay and many other titles. At the end nothing will be left from those that tried to do him harm, he tears them apart just like Charles Potter, Salazar Slytherin and Morgana Le Fay. Thought the goblin while his assistant scribbled furiously the demands on parchment. Later, a small thirty minutes Hadrian was done with his lists of Clauses that were now copied with demands in repercussions of the harm that was done to him.

'Now, I want to know about my parents. You still not explained how I became a half-blood while you, Lord Jareth claims that I am a pureblood. While it is nice to know about my ancestry but you can understand that I am at the moment not in the bests mood to held this conversation any longer.' His voice slipped in and out of parseltongue.

'I understand.' Acknowledged Jareth, 'During the war with Riddle, Dumbledore searched for a way to obtain the Potter's fortune or discredit them. His chance came with the fall of Riddle by baptize you as the boy-who-lived. By using the chaos and the festivals he pulled some strings in the Ministry by falsified your mothers ancestry from a Most Ancient and Noble House of Fey to a common muggle name Evans, his ploy worked as most of your mother and father's friends were death or followed Dumbledore. As you might have guessed, your mother is a direct descendant of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Le Fey while your father is a descendant of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell, and his plans unfolded perfectly with only one little problem – you.'

'If I was the problem, why let me life?' Hadrian asked.

'If you died too, he couldn't get access to your faults. But with the falsified guardianship of you he claimed your seat in the Wizengamot that belongs to you he can use your grand-fathers political power. Beside you, he had drawn a false marriage with a poor family, the Weasley's that were close with Dumbledore.' Explained Jareth.

A dark look covered his face. 'So the Weasley were in this too. Good to know. Anything else?'

'Try to repair the bridges between your allied houses. They can help you in fighting Dumbledore. And claim your lordships of your Houses, it might help you to held Dumbledore off your back.' Hadrian nodded firmly and three boxes appeared in front of him. One is emerald with silver lining in a form of a serpent. Another is black with a gold lining with a familiar mark that he saw in the chamber of secret that pulled him to his masters, teachers and friends. And last one is sapphire of color with white lining with the symbol of Hecate. 'These are the lord's rings of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin, Peverell and Le Fay. They are yours now.'

In a flash they attached themselves on his fingers, a smile on his face while the goblins bowed that he returned. Hadrian snapped his fingers and concealed them from sight. Looking up he saw the curious glance of the goblin, deciding to elaborate his reason he spoke. 'These rings shows that I am a powerful individual in the political circle but also shows that I have clear connections with the 'dark' sides of the magical world of Britain. Its best to keep them a secret until I would have a need of them.'

'Cunning. Well, here is your money, and some items about your ancestry that might help you.' Hadrian bowed in thanks, picking up his items and spoke his last wish.

'I want to read my parents will.'

Several weeks later, France…

We find Hadrian in France, specific location Colmar. The little village Colmar is one of the most beautiful villages of France and is well known for its preserved old buildings, its numerous architectural landmarks and its wine. But for those of magical blood is well known for their magical shopping district and there's no difference between the muggles or magical buildings as many of the buildings were used for inspiration of romantic movies. A door swept open and a tall handsome young man stepped out, his dark black hair swept into the wind and his piercing green eyes were bright.

Tomorrow are the semi-finals. I wonder how skilled they are. Thought the dark haired youth. He maneuvered through the crowd that moved through the street while he searched for a place to start his lunch. While he walked through the crowd he could see that there were different food stalls, souvenir stalls with magical items. Hadrian halted when he noticed a stall with some fresh French bread that he decided to try out. But before he could make his way to the food stall he heard a small whimper, sounds of crying and ruckus in an alley. Deciding to take a glance in said alley he stepped out of the crowd and moved towards the sound only to discover a group of wizards surrounding a small girl with silver blond hair, bright blue eyes that were stained with tears as her lips quivered and her body trembled.

'Found another one, let's take her away.' One of the males called to his comrades. Other males laughed while pulling out their wands and the girl backed away against the wall. Hadrian narrowed his eyes, flaring with rage as he pulled out his wand, aimed and shot three different spells that hit them in their back silently. The three adults crumbled towards the ground in front of the girl that looked shocked and hauntingly around her until her eyes fell on the dark haired wizard that sauntered towards her while pulling his wand away.

'Scum from the worst kind. Are you alright, girl?' The stranger spat the first words out with venom before it adopted a kinder tone. The girl could only nod before it lunged at him and buried her head in his stomach. Feeling a pair of arms wrap gently around her while tears flowed freely down her cheeks she released the fear that she held until she calmed down.

'T—thank y—you, monsieur.' The girl managed to say between her sobs while he gently rubs her back that comforted her much to her surprise as she was someone that's wary of strangers. But here, now she felt safe and warm, something that she only feels with her family. She looked up when the stranger spoke towards her in his baritone voice.

'It wasn't a problem. Those thugs deserved what they got. But are you alright and where are your parents?'

She sniffed. 'I don't know, I lost them in the masses of the crowd.' New fresh tears escaped her when she suddenly felt a warm aura surrounding her and she felt her tears evaporate and the dirt vanished from her clothes while the brush on her cheek healed itself. The young girl then felt a hand slip in hers and he pulled her out of the alley.

'Come little angel, let us find your family.' He said warmly while leading her out of the alley. She had no choice but to follow him as he pulled her from the alley and before she knew it they stopped at a food stall. She looked puzzled at the stranger that smiled down at her. 'I haven't eaten yet, but do you want something too?'

The young girl shake her head but that caused only his smile to widen. 'Monsieur, two ice creams please, both strawberry please.'

'Comes within a second monsieur.' The ice man shouted while he picked out the ice for them and then handed them over to him as he paid. Looking down he handed her the ice that she took with a red flush.

'Merci,' She thanked him before she took a lick. A smile graced her face.

'No need to thank me kid, and call me Hadrian please.' The man, Hadrian waved off her thanks while he led her through the crowd, his hand held hers. The small girl looked at the man, Hadrian with a beaming smile.

'Gabrielle, I am Gabrielle nice to meet you monsieur.' It seems that she had forgotten the whole incident with those men that were now slowly draining from their magic in an alley, forgotten as he had casted actually more spells to keep them hidden.

Gabrielle looked up when they stopped at another stall and he buy her a flower for in her hair that caused her to look away with a flushed face. She then felt herself being lifted up and settled on his shoulders. 'So, Gabrielle should we look for your parents, I am sure that they are worried about you.'

'Thanks, Hadrian.' She said with a giggle when he poked her in the side as they moved through the crowd. They made some small talk or halted at one of the stalls to buy something to drink or to eat while Hadrian searched for the description that she had given him of her family. After three stalls Hadrian noticed something familiar, two young women with silver blond hair moved a few stalls in front of them with next to them a tall broad man with dark brown hair. He nudged Gabrielle in her side to gain her attention and then pointed at the family that followed her description of her family. Hadrian felt her small legs around his head tightened while she now jumped up and down on his shoulder while calling out to her family and waving her arm.

'Maman! Papa! Fleur! I am here!'

Hi Blassreitter here, I know, I took a whole new path wirh my former one of this story. I wanted to introduce the Delacour like this and the upcoming tournament of dueling. It will shows how far skilled harry is. Again, my apologies.

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Second, I am in need for a beta and English is not my first language...