Harry Potter and the Lost Prince of Atlantis

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friends and loyal fans: my recommended reads are Harry Potter and the Revival of Soul Magic by AlphaPheonix, Harry Potter: The Prince of Atlantis by Tylanoid, Child of the Forest and the Ocean by Please Read my stuff, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Oceana and Atlantis by StormyFireDragon and Saviour of Magic by Colt01

Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Daphne; Sirius/Persephone;

Other Pairings: Cedric/Tonks; Others TBD

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'Mental Speech'

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{Atlantean}

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"As a matter of fact, I am going to do you and Harry a favour: by his and William's wishes, I am removing both boys from your classes for the immediate future. Instead, they are going to be taught by a private tutor whom will be more…neutral towards the education of such prodigious minds and, as is written here, this tutor has also extended a similar wish to all students in the first and third-year classes who wish to have an equal chance of succeeding."

Chapter 19: There's Always A Bigger Fish

"I…I'm sorry…"

"How many times do we have to say it? You have nothing to apologise for, sweetie," insisted Persephone for what seemed like the hundredth time since Harry and Will had returned to Faulkner's Cove.

When William explained about the convenient timetable switch that had left Harry's Friday afternoons free – while a message was being sent to Will's teacher about his absence in the afternoon – Sirius was the one whom was even angrier than Harry felt, even as he insisted that his boys tell him everything about what had happened.

All throughout the explanation, which mostly came from Will, Harry stayed in Persephone's lap, being soothed and comforted by her mysterious water-based effects on him, calming the raging tempest that stirred in his blood and assuring him it was going to be all right. However, even she felt enraged by what Will described, though her anger was aimed at Severus Snape and not the brave, talented youth who, as Will told his parents, could have killed Professor Snape and probably would have done, had Will not gotten there in time.

Hence Harry's newest addition to a long list of apologies, though, while Persephone assured him it was okay, Harry looked up at his adoptive Mother as he told her, "I…I'm not…not apologising for…for what I did, Mum; I…I'm apologising because…because Will's right: I…I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill him…to…to avenge Mum and Dad and send that…that monster a message; I was done with…with his sheep…now, I was…I was coming for him!"

"Sorry to say it, Sephie," added Sirius, looking to his wife from where he sat atop the rock formation used by Harry when he was training with Vulko on the Mansion's private beach. "But I have to agree with Harry: Snivellus…he does deserve what could have happened and, I promise you…"

"You will do nothing against him, Sirius Black," insisted Persephone, looking to Harry as he lifted himself from where he'd sat with his adoptive Mother before easing his way into the surf, earning a small smile from Will as he had a funny feeling about who or what his little brother was calling on in a bid to calm himself down.

Persephone, meanwhile, smiled at Harry's use of his natural element to soothe his own rages, before she turned back to her husband as she told him, "Like Harry, I know what your rage feels like towards that man, as does William, but you cannot…you will not become the murderer they claim you to be! If you do, what sort of example are you setting towards your boys, especially the one whom will one day rule an entire kingdom, Neptune be kind?"

"That's why I did what I did, Dad," added Will, indicating Harry, who seemed to be doing his best to distract himself by pushing and pulling the water, letting the focus and the use of the element calm him, like rough waves being turned back into a simple ebb and flow, as the Black Scion went on. "If Harry had killed Snape…well, let's be honest, nobody would miss him and anyone that did would only be digging their own graves. But, unlike Snape and the rest of them who kissed the boots of that snake-faced wanker…"

"William!"

"Sorry, Mum, but the point still stands," continued Will, again indicating his little brother as he explained, "Unlike Snape, Harry has a heart and a soul, which doesn't let petty grudges drive him more-insane than Aunt Bella on PMS; if he had killed Snape, he would have felt a sense of justice, maybe, but killing someone else, even under the influence of another, it leaves a stain on your soul that no redemption can wipe clean. For Merlin's sake, why do you think you have to mean it to successfully use the Unforgivable Curses?"

While Sirius seemed to empathise with his son and heir's words, Persephone smiled thinly before she asked, "Your Defence Professor must love you in your classes, William…or do I suspect the wisdom of Harry's Head of House in there?"

"Actually, it was you that helped me realise it, Mum," said Will, gesturing to the island nation around them before he explained, "When you managed to get through to Dad, stopping him from making the Merlin of all mistakes and making things worse than they already were for him, you helped me see that killing someone isn't justice. It's not even vengeance; to actually kill someone else, it's…"

"Evil."

Even Persephone jumped when she turned to see Harry had returned from his calming exercises, his bluish-green eyes almost glazed over while his expression was one of neutral apathy, which he also showed in his voice as he addressed his family in a soft whisper of a voice. "If…if I'd done it…no matter how much I wanted to do it, it would have only made me feel evil and…and that's not me. I am nothing like Voldemort or Snape or anyone else he calls his allies."

"We know, pup," agreed Sirius, but Harry shook his head as he looked to his adoptive Father.

"No, you don't, Dad," argued Harry, nodding to Persephone before he added, "It's like Mum says, one day, the Gods of the Sea be kind, I might find myself returning to and ruling over Atlantis, but when I do that, I don't want to be an evil, dictator-like ruler who expects everyone to fear him. I want to be the sort of Prince…the sort of King that my Grandparents, my parents and even my ancestors would be proud to call their kin. I don't want to be a king who rules with an iron fist or has to resort to war and needless deaths and destruction to get his point of. I want…I want to be someone who is worthy of even being seen as a good and true ruler in the eyes of the Warlord and the Sea King themselves."

"With desires like that, I daresay you're already on your way there, Harry," said Persephone, patting Harry's hand in an affectionate manner as she added, "But, if you're going to hold onto that sense of good, as well as your pure spirit, you need to learn to pace yourself. You also need to learn how to really face your enemies without losing yourself to temptations of darkness that might threaten not only your future, but, if they were bad enough, they could even threaten your life."

While Harry nodded in response, Sirius rose from his makeshift seat before he crossed the beach and wrapped his arms around his adoptive son, letting Harry rest against him as he added, "I know James might share my thoughts on seeing Snape fall, kiddo, but, at the same time, I also know that both him and Lily would be as proud of you as we are that you realise what sort of person you want to become."

"Thanks Dad," sniffed Harry, wiping his eyes for only a moment before, looking to Persephone, he asked, "Actually Mum, since we're all down here and since I've got all weekend anyway, can I ask you something? I…I've been having a problem with my power and…and I think you might be able to help me."

"If I can," agreed Persephone.

Before Harry could say anything, however, his eyes widened, while Sirius grew tall, stern and unyielding as his head snapped up to the cliff and the main grounds of the Mansion. At the same time, what sounded like a foghorn actually echoed through the grounds, making Harry feel both surprised and a little amused as he looked to Sirius.

"What's going on? It's not foggy."

"It's a little humour I came up with for the wards of the Mansion," explained Sirius, running a hand through his hair before he looked to his sons with a mixture of dislike and unease. "It means we've got visitors…and not the kind we'd like to have either."

"Sirius, keep calm," Persephone warned her husband, even as Harry moved to stand with Will, who seemed both willing and content in making sure his little brother was kept as calm as his Mum advised his Dad to be. "Remember, they have no power here, but that doesn't mean they can't cause trouble if you said or did something wrong."

"If I'm right," said Sirius, leading his family back up towards the Mansion, as well as the main gates where he suspected their uninvited guests were waiting for them, while he went on. "The only wrong thing I've done is letting this particular visitor think he owns my name…but don't worry, Sephie; like you said, they have no power here, even if…oh, great!"

As he went to finish his sentiment, Sirius' eyes hardened while he actually, visibly shivered when he saw the guests standing on the other side of the gate; next to him, Will blanched while Harry's eyes narrowed as he asked a question that seemed to lighten the tension, if only a little.

"Is that a human being or a giant frog?"

"I think it's both," drawled Will, trying not to lose his lunch as he stared at an obscenely-pink figure with disgustingly-sweet features and a sickening leer in her eyes that only grew more-intense when she saw Sirius standing there with his family. With the thing was a portly man in a lime-green suit and a bowler hat that, were it not for the fact he was obviously here on someone else's say-so, Harry might have even compared to one of Britain's greatest historical leaders, Winston Churchill.

But this man was neither a leader, as was obvious by who else was with him, nor was he a great man, but a mere pawn in the game of thrones played between the real great men and women of the world and the scum of the earth.

Like the man standing next to him, who Harry didn't even need to guess the identity of; the white hair, the noble look, the self-deluded belief that he was better than everyone else and the way his glare actually hardened when he looked at Harry, clutching the head of a cane in one hand, the head of which was shaped like a silver serpent.

"Lucius Malfoy," said Harry, keeping his voice low while he clenched his hands tightly, but the only thing that accomplished was the summoning of a distant thunderstorm, as well as a cold snap that blew through the grounds.

When she noticed this, Persephone slid her hand into Harry's before, dropping her voice to a whisper, she asked, "I'm guessing this is what you want to talk about, sweetheart?"

Even as Harry nodded stiffly, Persephone sighed softly before she told him, "I admit it: the power to command the storm is something our people is capable of, but, to anyone else, it would take years' worth of study and training, as well as lessons from Bermuda Academy. I guess you're the exception because of the Star, which must have unlocked your storm powers without needing them to be discovered, when the rest of your power was made available to you."

"Is…is there something you can do to help me control it?" asked Harry.

"Yes, but it'll have to wait until they've gone," said Persephone, indicating the trio of figures at the gate before, lifting her voice again, Persephone took the lead as she asked, "Minister Fudge, is it? An honour to meet you at last; congratulations on the promotion…and Lucius; what a pleasant surprise; it has been a while."

"Persephone," drawled Lucius Malfoy, drawing himself to his full height before he asked, "Can we come in? There are matters we must discuss."

"Sure there are, Lucius," hissed Sirius, though not before he smiled wolfishly as he added, "Just surrender your wands, place them in the box you see next to the gate and then you can come in."

"Hem, hem."

"That's a nasty cough, Miss," added Sirius, though not before Harry had to swallow down the bile that rose in his throat when he heard the sound.

Talk about an instant sickness maker if ever there was one.

Then, the Pink Frog began talking.

"I would not make demands of your betters if I were you, Black! Remember, you are a criminal and, since you were kind enough to reveal your hiding place, as well as your co-conspirators, not to mention you were kind enough to bring us a murderer, we might allow you back."

"Actually," argued Harry, ignoring Persephone's warning glare as he stepped forwards before he pointed a finger – and not the one he wanted to point either – at Lucius as he hissed, "I think you'll find the only murderer standing here is standing behind you, Miss!"

"How dare you!"

"How? Because I'm daring," drawled Harry, keeping his posture straight and true as he added, "In any case, I speak for my adoptive Father, as well as the people of this island when I tell you, Madame, that neither you, nor the Death Eater behind you, have any power here!"

"I WAS UNDER THE IMPERIUS!"

"I know," agreed Harry, smiling wolfishly before he added, "So was I, or didn't your dear son tell you that, Lucius? Yeah, when Professor Snape slammed his hands down on my desk, he attempted to cast a wandless Imperius on me and make me attack my classmates. He then decided to try and smear my Dad's name further through the mud by making me pretend to kill him, which would have made me a murderer; obviously, a Death Eater like him had the means of cheating death…after all, his famous speech said he can stop it, so what does he have to fear?"

Judging by the outraged look that Lucius sent Harry, the blonde knew that Harry was lying, but he also knew that Lucius knew what had happened and tried to twist it to his causes. Besides, if Lucius said Harry would be able to throw off the Imperius, it would only paint a dark cloud over the claims of an adult being under the Imperius.

And he couldn't exactly admit that Harry was lying and that Severus had actually tried to use Legilimency on the boy.

Harry, on the other hand, kept addressing the Pink Thing as he explained, "And, just so you're aware, dear lady, my adoptive Father, Sirius Black, is not a criminal, but, obviously, one needs proof, which I will get and, when I do, I expect you and everyone who smeared his name, and that of my family, to apologise. But, until then, he is also the Governor of this island…"

"Not on our authority!" sneered the disgusting one.

"Good thing Faulkner's Cove isn't under your authority then, is it, Umbitch?" spat Sirius, earning an alarmed, if not beyond-pissed-off look from the pink lady as he asked, "What? Did you think I'd forget your ugly mug or your delusions of grandeur, Dolores Jane Umbridge? You're even more magpie-minded than anyone else here, so it doesn't surprise me you're pulling Fudge's strings…obviously with your backing, Lucius; Merlin's beard, I wish I could claim my lordship; save Narcissa a lot of heartache."

"Leave my wife out of this, Black."

"Fine," agreed Sirius, shrugging ruefully before he added, "Then don't come here spewing bullshit lies about my son, Malfoy, especially on the word of your son, who clearly doesn't understand the first rule of living in the water: there's always a bigger fish!"

'And they don't come much bigger than the Prince of Atlantis,' thought Harry, watching as Lucius floundered like a fish on dry land before, deciding to stick the knife in deeper, Harry turned his gaze on the Minister as he added, "Also, Minister Fudge, even though I was under the Imperius, I claim my right to do what I did to Professor Snape under the ancient laws of Life Debts, which he owes my family and, until such a time as I release him from it, he is still under that debt, so anything I do to him is fair game."

"You could have killed him, you disgusting half-blood!"

"I wouldn't go insulting someone's blood, Mrs Toad's bastard child," drawled Harry, earning another furious look from Umbridge while Harry just scoffed as he added, "And, again, if I had killed him, it would have only been his fault for casting the curse in the first place, but, just like Malfoy there, I would gladly and happily plead ignorance because I was under the Imperius and he owed me his life, so, technically, it's mine to take anyway…so, what's the problem?"

"You…"

"Dolores!" exclaimed Fudge.

'Wow, the monkey can chatter,' thought Harry, watching as Umbridge turned to Fudge, even as the Minister looked back to Harry.

"It…it seems we…we are in error, Harry."

"And not for the first time, Cornelius," argued Harry, folding his arms smugly before, seeing the questioning look on the man's face, Harry shrugged as he asked, "What? You can use my name without my permission, so it's only fair I get to use yours, especially since, as a citizen of Faulkner's Cove, I'm not even one of your sheep…sorry, I mean fine citizens anymore anyway."

"Do…do you wish to…to bring charges…"

"As Chief Warlock Dumbledore already knows," answered William, speaking for the first time since the arrival of the Three Stooges, though he was also fighting the urge to laugh at his brother's Marauder-worthy move as he addressed the Minister. "Terms have already been agreed and, despite the seriousness of the crime perpetrated on a minor, my little brother doesn't wish to deprive Hogwarts of the teachings of a fine, upstanding man as Potions Master Snape. Therefore, in accordance with the declaration of the Headmaster and an agreement of a suitable candidate, until we're sure that Potions Master Snape can act in a more-neutral, professional manner and not prove a threat to the students, especially the sons of his most-hated former schoolmates, both Harry and I are to be taught by a private mentor."

"Hem, hem."

"Okay, seriously, just say the word and I'll have cough sweets here," interrupted Sirius, even as Umbridge fumed before she went on.

"You are clearly mistaken for thinking you make the rules, you silly boys."

"And you clearly forget that Hogwarts is a school, dear lady," argued Harry, though as he clenched his hands tightly, he heard the thunder again, which told him how close he was to using nature's most-powerful weapon to fry up some frog's legs if the amphibious bitch wasn't careful.

"And, as Headmaster Dumbledore is the one who makes the rules, and has the full backing of the Board to do so, especially since he has the assist of Governess Longbottom and Governor Doge, who acts in proxy with the Potters and the Blacks as their voice on the board, I think you'll find we can do this, Umbridge," added Sirius, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder as he smiled at the now purple-faced toad.

"So, not to sound discourteous to my guests, but if you'd be so kind as to get the hell off Faulkner's Cove and, next time you want a meeting, make sure it's for a viable reason or with either Chief Warlock Dumbledore or Director Bones as your liaison? After all, I'd hate to think that the leader of a foreign nation invading my soil would be a sign of war, wouldn't you agree, Minister?"

Umbridge had to be almost dragged away, kicking and screaming, as Fudge tipped his stupid bowler hat before he left, leaving the Black Family alone on the grounds for all of a few seconds before Harry was the one to break down first.

As the others followed suit, filling the grounds with laughter, Sirius winked at his boys as he led them back to the house, "And that is how you're meant to close off a prank worthy of Messers Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Mistress Roux, boys!"

"I'd definitely say Mischief Managed here, Dad," laughed Harry, looking from his adoptive Father to his big brother before he asked, "But who is going to teach us if not that ignorant, biased freak, Will? And how will you manage it if you're two years above me in Potions?"

"If I'm right, I won't be alone in those lessons," answered Will, though it was Persephone who continued for her son.

"As for the candidate, I've already made the recommendation to Albus and, trust me, it is someone even Severus will not go against."

Prince of Atlantis

Monday morning saw Harry and Will return to Hogwarts, after a weekend of relaxation, fun and games and, in Harry's case, an introduction to the power of the storm, which Persephone told him they'd go into greater detail about over the Christmas Break.

Until then, she advised Harry to spend his free weekends, as well as time at school, learning to calm himself, focus his mind and slowly learn to tame and control the storm, as well as the godlike power contained within it. She even provided him with reading materials and resources that would help him, though she did advise caution, especially with how the wolves were practically scratching at the door for Harry.

However, when the Black Brothers walked into the Great Hall on Monday morning for breakfast, Harry felt like laughing when he saw the horrified, if not angry expression on the face of Draco Malfoy, as well as relief on the faces of his friends in all the other Houses. As Will took a seat with the Gryffindors, Harry sat with Anthony and Hermione, who barely managed to restrain herself until Harry had sat down.

Once he was seated, he actually laughed when Hermione hugged him, earning a soft chuckle from Harry as he returned the embrace to his dear friend, "Don't worry, Hermione; I'm all right…and I'm sorry for letting my anger and grudges with that man frighten you."

"I…I'm just glad you…you're okay," whispered Hermione, even as the sound of Professor McGonagall tapping her glass filled the hall.

Directing his attention to the head of the hall, Harry saw Professor Dumbledore rise from his golden throne before he cleared his throat as he addressed his students. "I'm sure, by now, you are all aware of the events that took place on Friday morning. Well, as a result of those events, and to ensure repeat performances aren't possible, it has been decided by the Board of Governors, as well as the affected parties, that a new Potions teacher is needed."

As thunderous cheers filled the hall, Harry scoffed, a part of him wondering how they might take the next part.

He also noticed Snape was looking sourer than sour could get, though he seemed to be trying very hard not to meet Harry's gaze, even as Dumbledore spoke again, "Yes, I'm sure we are all excited about the prospects of this new mentor; however, it should also be known that, until such a time as a more-permanent agreement can be reached, only those students of first and third-year classes will be taught by this new teacher."

At that moment, groans and disbelieving cries filled the room, before Dumbledore, and the school, found themselves silenced by a loud knock at the doors, bringing the hall back to dead quiet again.

"That would be them now: come on in, my friend."

When the doors opened, Harry felt like laughing when the first voice he heard was none other than Snape himself, who screamed one word;

"NO!"

"Yes," a curt, male voice replied, the accent of which suggested elite British upbringing from the newcomer to the Great Hall.

He was dressed in a suit of what looked like black leathery attire that also had several silver clasps covering his front and on his shoulders, though they weren't revealed until later, because of how, at the moment, the newcomer also wore a blood-red duster with sharp-edged shoulder-pads and an upturned collar; to the amusement of many of the students, especially given who this newcomer was here to replace, the hem of his coat actually billowed out when he walked, giving the image of demon wings.

He had a head of shoulder-length, silver-coloured hair that seemed to look white in the right sort of light, though it also hung low over his fringe in a parting, almost like the wings of an angel that had been folded; when he got close enough to the students, many of them shivered when they saw he had two sharp, perfectly-blue eyes that looked like some sort of holy light shone within his gaze.

These eyes were also something that became the topic of conversation for many of the students, especially elder females and males, though, right now, everyone watched with bated breath as the newcomer reached the front of the hall where he smiled coyly at a white-faced Snape.

"He looks scared," muttered Anthony.

"He looks like he's seen a ghost," added Hermione, earning a soft titter from Harry.

"Forget the semantics, you guys; Snape looks piss-yourself-several-times-over terrified!"

"Severus," added the newcomer, addressing the Potions Master directly again as he added, "How nice to see you again; it has been a long while. Who would ever think that Hogwarts would be the reason for our reunion?"

As whispers broke out at the fact that their new staff member knew the least-favourite member of staff, Harry saw the stranger turn to the Great Hall before, curiously, the man's gaze met his and, when it did so, the stranger winked before he dipped his head courteously.

'It's like he knows me,' thought Harry, though he kept his thoughts to himself as the stranger identified himself.

"To all of you, it is an honour and privilege to meet you all, but to my specially-chosen students, allow me to introduce myself: I am Professor Hunter Redgrave, your new Potions Professor and, hopefully, a friend and advocate to one and all…now, I believe it's breakfast time?"

Even as a few people laughed at the odd way their new teacher introduced himself, Harry couldn't get over the weird, eerie way their new teacher had zeroed in on Harry himself.

Persephone had said she had made the recommendation for this candidate herself.

And the way Professor Redgrave had acted when he caught Harry looking at him.

'Could he be…' wondered Harry, watching as Professor Redgrave took a seat next to Professor Flitwick, who seemed to actually be honoured to sit with the man, unlike Snape, who still looked as though Satan himself had come to town.

As Harry noticed this, he frowned to himself as he wondered on the identity of the new teacher;

'Is it possible that, to ensure my safety and the best education possible for Will and I, Aunt Persephone recommended an Atlantean?'

Chapter 19 and, brr, talk about a chilling greeting, and a strange one too: who could the mysterious Professor Redgrave be and what could he be in connection to Harry?

Also, why does Severus look like he's facing down a pack of werewolves and his worst nightmares all at the same time while Professor Flitwick actually looks like he's facing the opposite?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Harry and co meet Hunter Redgrave for themselves and it looks like there may be more than the Prince and his Knight willing to be taught by the new guy;

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AN: Hunter

So, I admit: I have used Hunter Redgrave in another story of mine a long time ago, but, well, that's the fun of Fanfiction.

Some ideas are just too good to use the once.

Want an example? Go and read AlphaPheonix's work; a lot of their OCs appear in multiple stories too and yet, each time they do, they still appear to be as amazing as the first time and just as fun

Anyway, I hope any who remember him in the other story enjoy him in this one and, to those new to him…well, enjoy all the same;

AN2: Portrayal

Hunter Redgrave: Benedict Cumberbatch