There were four great kingdoms, with four fair rulers. King Godric, the Brave, King Salazar, the Cunning, Queen Rowena, the Intelligent, and Queen Helga, the Kind. Each of them powerful and respected in their own right, and very close.

Marrying young and having children, they all swore their children were going to be betrothed to each other, so their Kingdoms had no reason to fight, and with the hope that one day, one decedent with each of their blood, may rule the entire of the land.

Now we're getting ahead of ourselves. Godric's Queen was first said to be with child and Salazar sent a messenger asking that the child be betrothed with his child, who was going to be born later that month. Godric agreed and they met to sign a contract, binding them to their word. Which is where our little story comes in…

The celebration was in full swing, and why? King Godric's wife had their first child, the birthing went smoothly. The entire capital, it seemed, was there, swaying with the music, laughing, feasting. All dished out by the King, who was extremely pleased to have a boy.

The hall went silent when the Queen appeared, with a bundle of blankets in her arms, a bright smile on her face.

Godric rushed up to meet her, kissing her cheek and cooing at the baby. He then took the child out of her arms, and helped her down the stairs.

"I present you, for the first time, Prince Harrison Gryffindor!" The hall bowed, lowering their heads in respect for their future king.

Helga and Rowena were there to congratulate their friend, but Salazar couldn't make it himself, as he had too much going on at the time.

The parties went on for days, non-stopped.

Sixteen Years passed peacefully, Rowena's daughter and Helga's son married and was already with child, as they were a couple years older.

Harrison, or Harry, didn't know about his betrothal, as his father never told him, and nor did Salazar ever get the chance to make a visit.

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Harry woke, a week before his seventeenth birthday, a smile on his face. A purring sound coming from the top of his chest. He cracked a bright green eye open and looked at his fluffy cat. She stared at him with her big amber eyes. The cat was white with blackish gray spots, her fur was a sleek soft, her ears were tufted, and her tail fur was fluffy.

"Hey, Hedwig." He smiled at the purring cat, petting her head. "Morning, girl." Harry sat up, wrapping his arms around his cat to keep her clutched against his chest.

"Master Harry, it is time…" A servant popped his head in and stopped when he seen the prince sitting on his canopied bed.

Harry waved him off and let Hedwig get down to pull himself out of bed. He took a quick bath, some female servants coming in and giving him the towels and clothes for the day. Harry was walking down the steps to the dinning room and taking his place near the head of the table, next to his father who was speaking to his mother.

"How could you forget?" She demanded, her eyebrow raised.

"Because he's never mentioned it, and I kinda spaced it when he was born." He admitted sheepishly. Only the Queen could ever get that reaction out of the brave king.

Harry blinked before asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Harry!" Godric spun in his chair, having not seen his son enter. "Nothing! Um…aren't you going to join the fox hunt today, Son?" Harry blinked again, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes…" He looked at his mother. She shook her head slightly and gestured for him to eat. He followed his mother's orders, and ate. His mother and father shared a glance, and watched him as he finished and excused himself, going to prepare for the hunt.

As soon as their son was out of sight, she hissed at him once more. "How can you forget?" She repeated. "Our son is betrothed to Sal's child, and you forget?! For seventeen years?! Do you even know who his child is?"

"Yes! I know who Tom is, just….it didn't click until I found the letter…and the contract." He looked down.

"Only you, my Love, would forget something as important as that!" She sighed.

"I sent a letter. Harry is old enough to marry, well in a week he is, but I sent it to Sal…when I found out."

"What do you mean?"

"…I found out about a week ago…"

"WHAT?"

"Shh, it's okay, Sal and Tom will be arriving either today or tomorrow."

"Godric, what are you going to tell our son?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to be the one to tell him. You're the one who forgot, YOU get to be the one to tell him, you big oaf."

Godric winced at the thought. His temper was known throughout the lands, and his Queen's, though harder to provoke, had a temper that rivaled his own. But Harry…Harry's temper could make the most stubborn man alive do anything he wanted, just to escape the rage that would erupt. Puberty was hell for the Queen and King, the people of the kingdom were thankfully spared from that, but they were sure some of the younger servants were still frightened of the small prince.

"Well get going!" She snipped, a small smile on her lips as he gulped and stood. He pecked his wife's cheek before leaving to find Harry before he left.

…..

"WHAT?!" Harry's voice roared through the corridor, causing a servant to flinch from her cleaning before quickly continued to dust.

"I'm betrothed?! When was this decided?" He asked his father.

Godric was pale, but knew it could be worse…

"…Before you were born."

"I'm only NOW hearing about this?" He screeched, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well, Salazar has been too busy to bring Tom, but they'll be here shortly." He added the last part softly, hoping that his son wouldn't hear. But nothing at the moment was getting past Harry.

Harry's eyes widened in horror. "DAD!"

"You should go on your hunt, yes, yes. You can think about it while you're out there." Godric motioned with his hands for his son to go, quickly backing up disappearing down the hall. Leaving his son to stare in disbelief at him. He flashed a soft smile before leaving the boy alone.

Harry stormed out of the castle and to the stables, mounting his mare and rode into the forest, not bothering to meet up with the huntsmen. He wasn't hunting today, he needed to think, and hunting would take his mind off of the subject that was currently plaguing every thought.

He rode through the forest, letting the mare under him lead, not worrying about riding on the path, for he knew these woods well.

Harry was calmed down, an hour later, when his horse went to a pond to drink. He dismounted, swinging his leg down, and let the mare drink without his burden. Knowing that the animal would stay, he went into the forest slightly, stopping and looking at his surroundings. He was close to the road, in a small clearing. He clicked his tongue for the horse to follow, smiling and petting the nose when the mare came. Harry froze, his leg midway across the horse's back, when he heard a twig snap, followed by the rustling of bushes sightly behind him. Harry dropped back down, taking the horse's reigns.

Harry jerked back when a man came out of the shadows, well, he couldn't have been any older than Harry, maybe a year. He was tall, with black hair and dark eyes. His clothes were sliver and green, a sliver chain, pendant hidden under the fabrics of his tunic, hung around his neck. His brown eyes stared in Harry's vibrant green ones, that shone with shock.

"Hello. And who might you be?" The man purred, coming up to stand closer to the young prince. Harry backed against his horse, a weary look in his eyes.

"Um…I have to go." He said, moving to mount his horse.

"Wait." Harry stopped briefly, flashing his eyes to the other's, not knowing what to do. "Oh come now, I don't bite…unless you provoke me." He winked. Harry still didn't say anything, hiking his leg up, waiting to mount.

"My father would be missing me." Harry tried again, swinging his leg over the horse. He spurred the horse into a gallop and rode out of the clearing, hearing the, "No! Wait!"

Tom watched as the beautiful boy rode away on a magnificent gray horse, his shoulder length black hair blowing behind him as he moved, his lithe body moving along with the horse's.

Tom heard someone come up behind him, but didn't acknowledge the near silent footfalls. Watching as the red and gold sash, that was tied around the beautiful boy's waist, faded into the dark of the forest.

"Sir, who was that?" The blond asked.

"I don't know. Go tell my father I'll be there in a moment." Tom dismissed, wanting a few more moments alone.

"Ye isn't thou's damn servant…..Sire." The last part was quickly added at the sight of an arched brow.

"I know. Go tell my father I'll be there in a moment." He glared at the young Malfoy as the boy sighed and trotted back to the carriage. After a few days in a carriage, Tom wasn't super excited to go back, but he had to. They were going to meet his betrothed, and were only an hour, at most, away from the Gryffindor castle. He sighed before following the path that Draco took, his thoughts still on the green eyed boy that he'd just met.

Harry rode away quickly, berating himself on how stupid he was. That man, whoever he was, could've been a bandit…or worse. He shuddered, spurring the horse to go faster. The horse snorted, but did as his rider asked, pushing himself faster.

After a few minutes, Harry calmed the horse down, the castle in view. He rode smoothly through the open gates and dismounted the horse, letting the stable hands take the horse to care for him.

He went up the castle, entering through the entry hall, where he was met with his father and mother, both accompanied with the council and ladies in waiting.

"Harrison, where have you been?!" His father asked, as his mother pulled the boy into her arms.

"I rode out into the forest. Don't give me that look, Father. It was your idea." Harry said, amusement flashing in his green eyes as he saw the look that passed over the King's face.

"Well, you should've said you weren't going to join the hunt." He said, pulling the boy in his embrace as soon as his wife let go.

"I'm sorry if I caused worry." He apologized.

"It's fine." His mother sighed, before pulling him away. "But now we have to hurry. They'll be here any minute. Salazar sent a messenger ahead. They'll be here before lunch, at the latest dinner."

"How long are they staying?"

"We don't know, Dear."

They dressed Harry in his finest outfit, his Gryffindor ring in place on his right pointer finger. Ginerva, one of his mother's hand maidens were helping hip get dressed, a dark blush on her face the entire time, and was klutzy in his presence, dumping water all over the floor, which one of the other servants cleaned up, glaring at the redheaded girl.

"Ginny, dear, is something wrong?" The Queen asked, as the young girl tripped, once again, on nothing.

"N-nothing, Ma'am." She said, her face still beet red.

"What's the matter with your face?" Her question finally caught Harry's attention, who looked at the pair of women in the mirror. Ginny's face, somehow, got redder.

"It's nothing, my Queen." The Queen made a soft humming sound before turning her full attention back to doting on her son.

Ginny finished her job, then quickly excused herself. After rushing back to her room in the servant's quarters, she slid on her bed, hiding her face in her pillow, trying to will the blush away. She'd been just a few feet away from her crush. Just a few feet! Sure, he probably didn't even notice her, but still, her mother wouldn't believe it! The thought of her mother had her rushing to the kitchens to tell her.

Harry paced in his room, just after lunch, feeling caged in. He'd never been confined to his rooms before, and it was making him panicky. He'd come to terms about being betrothed, as it was his duty to his father, but he was meeting his betrothed within a few hours. Neville, his personal servant, and the closest he considered a friend, stood against the wall.

"Calm down, sir." Harry shot him a look at the title. He didn't like his friend calling him "Sir," in public it was required, but Harry made them stop the moment they were alone. Neville smiled sheepishly at him, before continuing. "You're gonna burn a hole in the carpet with your pacing, Harry."

Harry snorted, "You try meeting someone you're supposed to marry, after just finding out you're suppose to marry them!"

Neville raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, about that. Doesn't King Salazar have a son?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Doesn't that mean no offspring?"

"Neville," Harry's eyes narrowed. "Have you not read about my parent's history?"

"Yes…but…"

Harry didn't say anything, just went to the shelves and pulled out a golden covered book, with the Gryffindor lion on the cover. "Read this." When his parents became Queen and King, the people wanted them to record their childhoods, the pair, while still young, agreed, not wanting their people to think they were hiding anything from them. Harry waved off any other questions Neville tried to ask about it. Neville rolled his eyes at his prince, but set the book down for later.

Harry was momentarily sated, until he remembered what was about to happen and started pacing again. Neville sighed, getting antsy himself from watching the prince move back and forth. Finally, there was a knock at the door, a servant popping her head in.

"The Queen asked for me to bring this to you and lead you to the dining room." She said, her face starting to match her dark red hair.

Harry took the small crown that was offered, his mother must've forgotten to give it to him, and followed her to the dining room.

Neville, who stayed behind, had sat down to read the book. He just skimmed through it, already having read the book. He stopped, at the chapter about Harry's mother, his eyes widening. He'd forgot about that, of course. And what makes it even better is that same gender relationships were nothing, it wasn't a big deal. You love who you want to love, and it was like that in all Kingdoms, not just the Gryffindor Kingdom.

Harry, with his crown in place, stood outside the dining room door, hearing voices through the heavy wood. His breaths came out quicker as his heart sped up considerably. He attempted to steady his hectic breaths, taking deeper, calming ones that eased the anxiety in his chest. Willing the Gryffindor Bravery to come out, he opened the door, letting the light of the chandelier blind him for a moment, hearing the voices go silent at his entrance.

Harry blinked away the light, staring at his parents, standing next to a tall, slender man with a silver crown placed on his head, decorated with emeralds. The woman next to him had a less

elegant crown, smaller but more feminine than her husband's. Harry stopped his staring to look at his own parents, going to them.

"Sal, I would like you to meet my son, Harrison." Godric beamed at his old-time friend.

"It's nice to meet you, finally, young man." The second King said, dipping his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips.

"Sir." Harry bowed his head in return.

"Come now, Thomas."

Harry's eyes widened when he seen the man from the clearing standing next to the king. Recognition passed through those dark eyes, that mirrored his fathers, as smirk appeared on his lips.

Tom only felt a brief moment of shock, as the beautiful boy from the forest came in view. Only this time, the normal riding clothes were replaced with the royal garb of gold and red, and a small gold crown was sitting gracefully upon his brow. The beautiful boy, Harrison, (Prince Harry, Tom found himself correcting) was staring at him with those wide emerald green eyes that he already enjoyed looking into.

Maybe being betrothed to this Prince wouldn't be so bad.

I don't own nothing but the plot (idea).

I don't know if i'm going to continue this, and the Title was because i couldn't think of anything else.

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