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Dynast King Return	By : Narutolovr Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naru: Hello my faithful followers of terror and destruction! I welcome your return and for the new comers I welcome thee. Also the poll is going to come soon, so please vote!

Yami Naru: We placed links to the journals containing the different categories of the stuff that is going to be defined onto the profiles. Please do visit the journals for broader definitions of the terms for a better understanding. Also, we do not own any of the games and or movies that have locations, fiends, people, magicks or other things that are mention in the story. Read and review! Warnings are the same as before!

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“Talk”

‘Thought’

-Scene Change-

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Chapter 2: Coming home

My faithful reader, as you read this chapter I steadily grow older. My days are nearing an end. An end that I feel that is coming far too quickly as I write to both you and all those who read my book. But my life come to a close I see many things. There are things from what I see that both frightens and delight me as I lay among this tattered bed of mine. You must be asking yourself why a Marquis as I lay among the tattered remnants of a bed. That is another story entirely. I may tell it if I have the chance to live longer.

Right now, among these remains of old, I see visions of what to come once more. The visions I see is that war and death before a new life flourish. I see men and women with revolting mask on and in hooded robes. Their souls blackened with the vile things they have done to others in life. I know their souls will meet the god of death when they die. Oh, what joy to know they will receive the proper punishment that will mirror the acts they have done in life. Also the happiest they will never be reborn into a new life. These people lead by the foulest looking creature I have ever seen. This thing makes a Mandragora look cute and friendly. I cannot call this being a true intelligent individual because of the thing I seen he has done in life. Please readers of today and the future, stop this vile creature! The creature known as Tom Marvolo Riddle!

Trust me reader there is more to this war. There are two other sides in the battles with the people in the mix of despair and suffering. One side is lead by person who had created this very war to begin with. For, through lies and manipulation has brought basically destruction to his own world. Oh, I cannot wait to see this white bearded man in tacky cloths punishment. I will have a front row to see the man torment before being devoured into oblivion. Once he is devoured, the being will never have the chance to be reborn into the middle world or any other world.

The last side of this war is the Dynast-King and the terra. With the support of their mates found in their travels, and with the kingdoms army backing them up, the two will raise to glory. This side rebuilds a kingdom while forging new laws and reestablished old ones. Many a creature came from one world to occupy old homelands while finally breaking silence. Let the worlds become one and establish a golden age for all. This is my warning to you all: choose wisely to which army you side with. For either can be your down fall or your glory to the Upper World.

-Athlum, the City of Minerals-

A young child ran through the crowed portion of the city of Athlum. Athlum is one of the major cities that are near the capitol. As for the reason he was here in the city was to get several pieces of specialized metal for him and his friend back in the capitol. The city of Athlum has one of the best and well known market and bazaars of the nation, besides the capitol herself. Athlum was the best because the city was surrounded by many mines with the different types of minerals and metals. The largest supplies of minerals coming into the city are sapphire, ruby, iron and mithril. Right now he needed one of the metals Athlum was famous for creating. As for the very city itself, it looked nothing like you expect a mining city to look like. Part of it was metal, but only around the area minerals are dropped off at. The location of all the blacksmiths of the city where near there before they spread out to wand and staff makers.

Looking through the many wooden stalls of the bazaar only not to find what himself and the friend needed. Adheesha continue to run and weave through the bazaar. He only stops briefly at many stands along the long stone alley of the city. The child clutched a book held in his arms as he sighed in frustration. He looked down at the book and smiled as stood against a stone wall of the bazaar. He remembered the time he meet his friend. He was so engrossed in the book that he had bumped into him literally when he went with the Viera knight, Agave, to the middle world to help to look for new blood.

-About a year ago, Middle World, England Wizard and Witch community-

Two beings, an older female and a young child, walked down the stoned streets of Diagon Alley of London, England. Both are under a powerful glamour spell casted by the older person. The female was a knight of a kingdom and the child a citizen of that kingdom. The knight was teaching her young charge on how someone of their beloved nation goes out into the middle world and search for new blood. New blood was just a term given to those who are new the kingdom. It refers them as people with a very rare chance of having no connection to anyone in the kingdom and thus helps the population genetics pool broaden. This keeps bloodlines of becoming too close to one another, thus keeping defects and magical problems from forming in the kingdom. Such as, the many squibs in the middle world. Too bad the idiots of this world can’t see that so much incest and ridding of the so called ‘muggleborn’ is causing their slow death at the gallows.

The child was currently reading a book he found underneath his pillow in the medical part of the castle a month ago. He asks the head medic and the Viera if they had put it underneath his pillow. Both of them had said no. Apparently the book was of the history of their kingdom. Of how it flourished and fell long ago. And also how it rose again in the Fal’Cie world and how many creatures came to be. The book itself was strange. It seems no one else can touch the book unless they wish to be hurt. Maybe there was a purpose of why he got the book. The only way to find out was to finish reading. Suddenly a sudden pain rushes through the child body. Looking up and around, he notices that he bumped into another kid. A light blush graced the kid face in shame as he realized he bumped into a black haired kid and knocking each other to the ground. Getting up from the ground and brushing dirt from his cloths. Looking over to the Viera knight, Adheesha sees Agave give a slight nod to approach the child.

Taking a closer look at the boy in front of him to see he was getting up. He took in the boys looks. The long somewhat messy black hair, the large round spectacles on his face, the somewhat thin nose, light pink lips and the bright emerald green eyes. The boy was wearing muggle white shirt and blue jeans. He looked out place here, but wasn’t uncommon to see some people wearing ‘muggle’ clothing here. Especially if they were ‘muggle-borns’ that choose to stay here or the ‘half-bloods’ that still have their ‘muggle’ or ‘muggle-born’ parent. Adheesha picked up both of their books and notices that both of them were the same. He looks at them in shocked before going over the black haired boy.

“I’m sorry I bumped into you like that. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was,” stated the white haired boy, helping the boy the rest of the way up. The black haired boy groaned and looked up at me.

“It’s not your fault. I wasn’t looking at were going either,” stated the child as he straighten out his glasses. Adheesha gave him the book before asking, “My name is Adheesha Raithwall, what is your name?”

Straightening the glasses on his face and said, “If you must know, my name is Harold James Potter. Please call me Harry.”

Adheesha smiled; glad to get at least his name from him. But he really wanted to know how he got the book. He knew that no one from this realm could get this book unless someone from the kingdom gave to him. He doubted someone gave it to him without a purpose. The only way to find out is to ask in the most discreet of ways.

“Care to have to join us for lunch?” asked Adheesha, silently hoping he would say yes. At this point the glamour Viera stepped into the conversation between the two.

“Youngling, I am sure he needs to be with his parents. After all he needs to catch up with them,” stated the two children. This brought Harry attention that he could not see his parents anywhere in the crowd. In fact, he had lost them long ago while he was reading the book. Neither the adults of the Potter twin noticed that one of their own was missing the vast crowd of Diagon Alley. The Viera sighed as she sees that a panic look started to form on the child face. Maybe at the end of this they will have new blood after all in Fal’Cie. She couldn’t leave the boy here alone in this crowd. So she stared at the child before her and spoke, “Come with us child. I’m sure you’re hungry and it’s obvious your parents left you behind.”

“They could be looking for me ma’am,” Harry said to her. Not liking the fact he was left behind so easily. He knew his family doesn’t pay attention to him at times, but never in this way. To easily forget that he was with them in this crowded mess of people. He really needed his friend now. The creature that tends to come to him when needed comfort from the direst of being ignored in favor of his brother. He didn’t understand why his mother and father didn’t love him as much as his brother. Slowly mist filled the alley as the boy thought of the fiend and his parents. It seemed the only ones to notice were the Viera and child since they were use to being around the dense magicks to identify it. This didn’t surprise them, sometimes the mist surfaces when someone from Fal’Cie comes into the place. What surprise them was the faint image of a Bomb formed behind the boy and was nuzzling into his back. Maybe bumping into the boy was meant to be.

Getting down on one of her knees the rabbit eared women placed a hand on the fiend. This surprised the boy to no end. He looked at the women in surprise in which she smiled and said, “Yes, I see it. Child, this creature is fiend, a monster to put it simply. This fiend is known as a Bomb and it is very dangerous.”

“Why is dangerous? It never harmed me,” asked the youngling, a confused look fixed on his young face. Agave sighed as she tried to think of a simple way to explaining way this Bomb was dangerous not only to him but to others around. It can become harmless once the trigger mechanism is removed.

“Have you ever seen a muggle TV before?” Agave asked him, a nod of yes from Harry was all she needed for this situation. When she received said nod, Agave could only grin as the problem got only easier from here.

“You know how the TV is turned on with a button?” another nod of yes from Harry, “That fiend is somewhat works the same way. There is a type of button and knobs in the fiend that can do very bad things to you and people around here.”

“Is there a way to remove the buttons ma’am?” questioned innocently by Harry, hoping it can. He didn’t want to lose his first friend in all of this. The bomb has been with him since he was nothing more than a toddler. He was more than his friend, the fiend was his companion. And he hoped that companionship would last forever. He knew if the women would try to forcibly try to take wither him or the fiend. He was smarter than most children his age thanks to the Potter library, the bomb, elf’s and the beloved hand of being forgotten by his parents. He also relied on the fiend to tell if the person was bad or not. Fire meant the person was bad while being nuzzled meant the person was nice. The fact she has yet to be burnt meant she was a good one to be with.

“Yes child, there is a way to remove the buttons. We can remove them at a shop a friend of mine owns far from here. After it is removed the fiend can come back to your side,” answered Agave. This brought joy to the Potter boy. His friend would be staying by his side. He won’t be staying alone in the large mansion that his parents own.

“Tell me Harry, are you happy at home?” inquired Adheesha as he stepped next to him. The young lad looked away from the two. Agave finally understood why the child didn’t really panic earlier. A normal child would be crying for their mother or father to come get them. Or try to get the attention of others to see if they seen their parents. Some kind of abuse was happening at home. Looking over at her charge, Agave sees a sad look on his face in understanding of the Potter boy. She knew her charge understood the situation very well.

“Do you wish to come to live with us?” asked Agave. New blood was defiantly coming to Fal’Cie as she sees the boy eyes widen at the question before a contorted into another look. A look of he was thinking over the prospect of actually leaving his family. Agave knew the boy will have questions but those will be answered at a later date. She and Adheesha were about to answer but only to be stopped when a yell of his name distracted him. Looking back he sees his angry father, a worried mother and his brother with a smug look on his face. Looking back at the two people he was talking to a moment ago to only see them gone and a letter floating down in the air. He grabbed the letter and placed it into the book as ran over to his family. He was thinking over what just happened and what could be written on the letter. When both he and his family went home, he was punished over something he did not do. Apparently when they realized that Harry was gone, his brother spewed out a lie saying he was taking someone or something of some sort. This basically made up the boy mind even further to go with the strangers. For living with strangers was a lot better than living with his family. Now said boy was in his room petting the head of the fiend friend before he grabbed the book to open it to get the letter out. In the letter it read:

Youngling,

Write your answer on this piece of paper. Once the answer is written the letter will float into the air and disappear. We will get the paper and from then on we will start the process to get you out the house. We will only start the process if this something you want. Once the letter is gone a journal will appear. The journal is a two-way journal. We will be able to talk to one another like this.

Adheesha and the Lady

Answer:

Without a second thought, Harry wrote his answer. As soon as he did the letter floated into the air like it said. In a small flash of orange light the letter vanished from the room. Soon to be replaced by a journal that feel onto the bed. A small ding like noise came from the journal. Opening the book, he sees a line written from Adheesha saying that they got the letter and will start everything as soon as possible. With that, both parties closed their journals and went to rest for the day.

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The process after that was hard since the crusty old man that was a friend of the Potters tried to get rid of their oldest son. How they could get rid of their child and heir a complete unknown to him. From what he remembered from what he had seen in Harry memories, things were getting worse. They had decided to transfer temporary guardianship to Harry sister, Petunia Dursley, who was a magicks hater. Many people here hated dealing with those kinds of people. They only cause trouble for everyone in the end. He sighed as he continues on his way while both his and Harry memory slowly made its way back into the front of his mind.

-Flashback: Potter household-

Murmuring of voices was heard in the living room of Potter Manor. A young boy sneaked his over to the door to hear what the voices were saying. He recognizes his mother and father voices but he had little more trouble to identify the other. Stepping closer to the door he finally realized who the unknown voice belong to. The old man known as Albus Dumbledore was here. Being closer now he was able to hear what they were saying. Apparently the conversation was about him.

“Albus, are you sure it is wise to send him to my sister?” asked the red headed women who sat on the cushioned couch. Looking in, Harry sees that she was twisting the end of her shirt in nervousness. The young boy also sees that his father was standing behind her and the couch with what looks like a hopeful expression on his face. Harry already had a bad feeling about where this was going. He just wished it wasn’t true, but he knew how his family was. Feeling something rub into his back, he knew it was the fiend trying to comfort him. Looking a little further into the room, Harry finally sees the old bearded man sitting in a plush chair across from the couch. By the gods, why did the old man wear such ugly clothing?

“Yes, I am sure. Tristan needs to be trained in the arts of dueling. Having Harold here will only distract him when he question why he is not being trained as well and such other nonsense,” the old headmaster quickly answered to the young women. Silence was the only thing that greeted everyone. Harry could only stare at the floor in shock at the fact his parents were actually thinking about sending him away in favor of his brother. He knew they did not really like him but to abandon in such away for the sake of the other. The boy just hoped once more that his parents actually cared enough to keep him here.

“I don’t know Albus. To just abandon one our children to my sister like that…,” happiness filled Harry heart when he heard his mother say that. Maybe they didn’t hate him after all. This small grace is still not an excuse or a forgiving from the past happenings of dealing with them. The small chance of them actually caring was quickly dashed when he heard his mother say, “But, if it means that my little Tristan can have a chance to survive then Harry can stay Petunia until his eleventh birthday. No matter what happens now, he is still our son.”

Harry could only snort at that statement. The fact she could quickly give him so quickly for the proved that she did not care. The fact that his father had not said a word in this also gave him the idea that older male of the family point blank don’t give a fuck about him. Looking in the door crack he sees the old man smiling. Happily knowing he gotten rid of the young boy. A smirked graced his lips to know that payback and karma was going to be a bitch when it came and hit them.

“Good, when is the soonest can you send to your sister?” asked the headmaster as he slowly got up from the chair. The conversation was coming to a close. Harry got ready to run up the stairs when it did come to a stop.

“I already contacted her few days ago about this when you mentioned it. She agreed to and signed the temporary custody yesterday. Harry will be going tomorrow, but I will contact her again tonight to set up a time to drop him off,” Lily stated as she got up as well before looking at the professor. He wanted to stab the women right now for that. The lady and Adheesha were supposed to come tomorrow. But it can’t be helped; all he could do was to have faith in the two that their plans can still be used for the change of situation. Hearing footsteps coming towards the door, Harry ran up part of the way of the stairs. Hiding in the darken shadows of the stairway. He watched the three adults come out of the living room and step into the foyer. They spoke their goodbyes to one another before the old man walked outside of the mansion. A ‘pop’ signaled the old man departure from the home. The youngling made the rest of his way up the stairs, leaving his parents to talk about what just happened. Once the boy was back into his room; he grabbed the two way journal and informed his friend of what just happened.

The next day came far too soon for Harry. He spent the night awake with Adheesha talking to him. Adheesha just tried to comfort him as much as he could. But today was a day of reckoning for him. To know that his family was going to give him up so easily to another part of the family he never knew. From what he could tell yesterday, his aunt was not a nice person. He thought of this and many other things as he walked down the stairs, past the living room and into the large kitchen. In there he was greeted by his parents and a very gleeful brother. He felt sorry for his brother. For Tristan hateful, spoiled and vindictive ways will catch up with him when everyone realized what he is. After all, no one wants to be friends with someone like him. That’s the only reason he puts up with it. To actually see his brother down fall someday was going to be joy because he was going to laugh in Tristan face when it happens. Harry couldn’t completely blame his brother, for his parents played a major role in his personality growth. The boy now knew the answer to his impeding question. Sending some of his magicks into a little crystal he was holding in his hand. The crystal will signaled that he will going to his aunt home very soon and that the two of them need to hurry.

Suddenly the crystal warmed, informing him that Adheesha got the message. Lily stood up a little straighter when her son made it into the kitchen. It was obvious that she was nervous about how he would react to the information. Harry decided not to play dumb to this and proceed with caution like the Agave had told him. He didn’t know much of the plan they had but he trust them more so than his family. Stepping further into the kitchen the youngling spoke, “I know you both are going to send me to Aunt Petunia.”

“Harry…,” barley whispered out the mother.

“Don’t ‘Harry’ me Lily,” Harry quickly rebutted, cutting off his mother. Knowing she was going to try to find and give a reason of way she gave him up basically. Also by saying her name, he severed any lasting connections with her. The shocked face of Lily Potter proved to him that at least struck a chord within her. He really wanted to smirk right now but he needed to go through with the plan. Looking over to his father, he sees a firm scowl on his face with an intense glare to match that look that was pointed at him. He did not need to look at his brother to know he was gleefully watching, thinking the whole thing was going to be worst for his older brother.

“I know the reasons why you are sending me over there and all I have to say to both of you is that I forgiving both of you won’t happen for a long time coming,” expressed the young boy, angry that they would easily give him up for selfish reasons. Angry that they forcibly broke the bonds that magical twins are suppose to have. Angry because he could not do anything but have faith in two strangers he does not know. For some reason though he felt he could trust the white haired kid with his life.

The red headed women started to cry at that. The scowling man looked at his oldest son and said, “You shouldn’t treat your mother and I like this.”

That statement made the boy laugh. Out all this and what he just said, his father only comment was on the way he treated the both of them. A smile formed as he looked at James Potter, “Well, the two of you shouldn’t have treated me like some extra baggage if you wanted some respect father.”

“Why you little…,” James started to say but was cut off by Harry, “Why what?”

“If I remember correctly I have to get my bags for a stay my relatives. So bye-bye for now,” with that Harry left the kitchen to get his bags. Unknown to Harry, Lily had written a letter to Harry earlier and gave to a house elf to put into his bags when wasn’t in his room or not looking. The letter was meant as something to give the boy hope to when they came back to get the boy for Hogwarts. Now she doubted he would even care to read what’s in the letter. This made her cry even more in despair. James, the self serving bastard, didn’t really care what happened to the heir. For, the youngest would be the savior once again when he defeated Voldemort. Thus, Tristan will most likely have the shorter life than his heir when the time came.

The scene slowly changed to being in front of the Potter Manson with three of the Potters. The youngest of the three was hold onto some bags. Suddenly the three disappeared from the property with a sudden ‘pop’ but only reappear behind a plain looking blue house that looked all to similar to the other houses. A horse looking women quickly came out of the house to the three Potters. At this point the scene shifted to another’s perspective. The perspective was that of Adheesha, who glamour to look like the ugly horse women was. Both Agave and Adheesha had rushed over to the Dursley once they found the location of their home from a house elf that was loyal to only Harry. The young elf had listened to Lily when she talked to her sister. Agave was able to ‘persuade’ the Dursley to hand over nephew for the few years until the day he is suppose to return to the magical world he belonged. All legal of course for it seemed that the Potters gave legal rights to Petunia thus giving her the right to give up her flesh and blood. The Potters didn’t need to know that Harry was now someone else’s son for now anyway. They will find out in the future after all.

“Here is the money we agreed to for the care of our son,” Lily said as she handed her a small bag of money. Petunia nodded before she looked at the young boy who now shown shock. Shock most likely from the fact that he was actually being bartered like some cattle for his care. Adheesha hoped this will only convince him even more to come to leave this place for a new home.

“I suggest you leave now before my neighbors see you. I don’t want them to think were some kind of freaks. Now come on boy,” the fake Petunia snarled at them. Both of them nodded before they left in a distinct pop. Nothing more needed to be said for everything was discussed last night for them. The boy and women walked back into the home and into the kitchen. But what was in the kitchen caught Harry attention in surprise. There in the all-to-clean room was a woman with rabbit ears and a tail to boot. The young Potter never saw such a thing before in his short life. The rabbit women looked at the boy and smile gently at him.

“Hello Harry,” greeted the older women. An open mouth and wide eyes greeted the women, this mad her chuckle a bit before speaking once more, “I am Agave, Harry. The women you meet in Diagon Alley.”

This brought him out of shock as he asked, “How is that possible?”

“Easy child, it’s the art of illusion magicks. Through the skill of illusion we can make ourselves look like anything we want. Thus we can hide in plain sight. Right Adheesha?” asked the women as she looked over to the horse face women. A smile graced the fake Dursley before it vanished into a shimmering silver dust of magicks. This amazed the Harry to no end. To know such magicks interested him greatly.

“It is very true. There is more to the magical branch of Illusion, but you will learn that when you arrive to your new home,” stated the white haired child as the last of the silver dust disappeared. With that the memory ends know what happens next. A countless amount of time passed of explaining and questioning from both parties in the kitchen before finally leaving into the realm in which they call home.

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Finally! The young child had finally found the very metal he was looking for. The metal is known as Alkama. A metal that was hard to make since it combines a lot of metals and gems together. Thus it is hard to come by and is expensive. But he enough money to get the metal both he and Harry needed. Plus he bought the raw ore that made Alkama if they needed someone to make some more for them. Both Harry and I are still too young to use the smelter in the capitol. Time to head back to Rabanastre, the very capitol he came from and grew up in.

To Be Continued…

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Definitions:

Location (Type): Description

Athlum (City): One of the major mining cities of the nation. The city specialized in making weapons, wand and staff of many kinds. The city is also ruled by one of the youngest lords in centuries. He is Lord David Nassau.

Diagon Alley (Alley): A wizarding alley and shopping area located in London, England behind a pub known as the ‘Leaky Cauldron.’ The alley is a long road of assorted restaurants, shops and other sights. The alley is hidden from the view of the ‘Muggle’ world, which is right outside of its boundaries’.

Fal’Cie (Kingdom): A kingdom that was formed two to three thousand years ago. Roughly the same time the school Hogwarts was created. It was created from the remnants of an old kingdom and by the aid of gods. Creatures of long forgotten, along with their king, migrated to the new kingdom.

Rabanastre (City): The capitol city of Fal’Cie. It is also the very first city to be created in the kingdom. Because of that the city holds many historical pages from times long ago. Many buildings of old sit side by side with the more modern buildings. The city holds many academic colleges that sit along with the main college and the large library that holds many books from the pass to today.

World: Meaning

Middle World: Also called ‘The Mortal Plain’ or ‘The Mortal World’ in other worlds; this is the world that is home to any and all creatures created by the gods and goddesses. The gods and goddesses come and go from this world as they please.

Information (Category): Definition

New Blood (Term): A term used to describe the influx of new people coming into the kingdom of Fal’Cie. For the people not only bring in skills, knowledge and among other things; they also bring in a pool of genetics to broaden the already wide variety of bloodlines.

Muggle (Term): A term in the wizarding community that is given to those who don’t have any magic at all.

Muggleborn (Term): A term given to a witch or wizard who is born to two non-magical parents. Their magical abilities do not seem to be at all affected by their Muggle parentage — in fact, many Muggle-borns have been among the most powerful witches and wizards of their time.

Illusion (Magicks): Is the branch of disguise and discord. For this branch of magicks is used to confuse, elude and trick an enemy. Either by making the caster looking like the enemy family member or to hide one’s self in the crowd. If skilled enough, a caster can turn themselves invisible or actually use an Illusion to hurt someone. In essence, tricking the mind in believing the illusion is real.

Alkama (Metal): A type of metal ingot that is smelted from different types of metals and gems. Silver, Iron, Mercury, Garnet and ruby are the basic compounds used to create the metal.
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