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Prince Harry	By : LadySilver Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 29247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Prince Harry

Chapter 1: beginnings

Number 4 Privet Drive was considered to be one of the most normal houses in Surrey. Its lawn was all ways cared for, the plants always blooming when it was proper, a child who got straight A's, and the car was always the cleanest on the block. It even had a normal looking family, looking being the key word. The family had a wife, a husband and a son. What could be more normal then that, but the normalness ends there.

The wife was a horse looking women, Petunia Dursley, who spoiled her son rotten and loved to gossip about people who were better than her, that is to say everyone. She spent her days giving her son everything he wanted and watching the neighbors. It made people wonder how she kept the gardens so beautiful.

The husband was a wale like man, Vernon Dursley, with no neck and an anger issue. All he spent his day doing was complaining about how dumb and useless his co-workers were. It made people wonder just how he kept the car so clean.

The son looked a lot like his father, Dudley Dursley, a whale like size with a horrible attitude. He spent his day tormenting the other kids in the neighborhood and spreading rumors about how great and smart he was, even though when asked he could never get an answer right. It made people wonder how he got such good grades when he could barely finish a sentence that didn't involve the words 'I want,'

Though they all wondered none did anything to figure out the truth, so no one knew about the other young boy who did all the cleaning and did his cousins homework, the only way for him to learn since his family wouldn't let him go to school. His name was Harry Potter and his life was about to change.

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Harry was finishing his cousin's math homework, he may have been 10 but he still knew more than his family, when he heard the doorbell ring and his uncles' voice screaming for him to answer the door. He sighed and stood from inside the cupboard, his short stature allowing him stand without the worry of hitting his head, he quickly made his way to the door knowing his uncle would get very mad if he didn't answer soon. He opened the door only to have his jaw drop at the gorgeous sight in front of him.

He stood in front of the now open door just staring at the men in front of him. They seemed in complete contrast to each other. One was as black as the night sky with ankle length black hair, while the other as white and pale as snow with ankle length silver hair. He shook himself out of his thoughts when he heard the black one start talking.

"Can you please get the master of the house?" It seemed they thought he was a servant. 'Not far off the mark.' Harry thought dryly as he nodded and went to get his uncle.

Harry watched from the staircase as the strange men stood talking to his uncle in the living room. He winced when he heard his uncle yelling about how he didn't want freaks in his house. Harry jumped when he heard his uncle scream something about spiders and watched as he ran out of the house.

Harry looked up, afraid, when he heard the two men approaching. He got up and made to bolt when the white man spoke. "Wait, please don't be afraid." Harry just looked at him, backing away from them. He now stood at the top of the stairs looking down at the men. He turned to run into the second bedroom when the black man disappeared only to reappear behind him.

Harry gasped in amazement at the action. He looked up at the man, once more taken by the beauty and power he could feel rolling off him. Harry felt a shiver go down his spine when the man started speaking.

"We only want to talk," he said, his voice like honey. "If, after that talk, you don't want to take our offer, we will leave."

Harry closed his mouth 'Whatever they have to offer can't be any worse than living here.' With that thought Harry nodded and gasped when the black man lifted him into his strong arms. The next thing Harry knew the black man was sitting on the couch with Harry in his lap. Harry looked around quickly in astonishment, blushing when he saw the silver haired man walking into the living room with a smirk on his face.

"My name is Doyle; I am here to take you to you great grandmother." The black man, Doyle, said bluntly.

Harry blinked up at the man like he was crazy. 'I knew it was too good to be true.' He thought, he knew they had to have the wrong person, his only living relatives where the Dursleys. Harry told them exactly that. He winced when they both looked angry, thinking they were angry at him.

Doyle, seeing how Harry had reacted to their expressions, started petting the boys head to calm him. He and his companion traded looks over the slightly calmer boys head before speaking. "I can assure you, you are the boy we seek." He assured softly never letting up on his petting of the little boy.

Through all this the other man was observing the little boy. He didn't even look like any of the fey. If the Queen hadn't been so certain of the boy, they never would have known he was one. He had the normal shade of black hair, he was small and petite. The only thing amazing about the little 10 year old was his eyes, they where a shining green that seemed to sparkle no matter what emotion they were feeling.

Harry didn't understand why he was feeling so calm, but he liked it. Slowly he opened his eyes, he hadn't even noticed he had closed them, to stare up at the other man in confusion. He jumped when the man spoke, "My name is Frost."

Doyle looked up at his companion before he started speaking again. "Your great grandmother has asked that we come get you, remove the glamour's placed on you and teach you the magic that is rightfully yours." Doyle said, but seeing Harry was about to have a nervous breakdown he used a bit of magic and put him to sleep.

Frost watched everything with observant eyes; he waited until Harry was asleep before saying anything. "We should tell the queen about this family."

Doyle just nodded and lifted the boy into his arms and followed Frost out of the disgusting house. They quickly got into the limo and made their way to the hotel. Once they got to the room Doyle gave Harry to Frost and made his way to the mirror on the vanity to contact the queen.

Frost set Harry on the giant bed that was covered in silk, and he went about looking for something to change the boy into. After a few minutes he found a small emerald green silk shirt and a pair of leather pants that seemed like they would fit the young boy. He turned to see Doyle was done with his conversation with the Queen. Frost sent him a questioning look as he made his way to the boy now curled in the middle of the bed.

Doyle shook his head when he saw frost, "She said she will take care of them, we're just supposed to take the young prince to the English branch of the Bureau of Human Fey Relations. Then we are to take him to a place where he will be taught about the fey." Doyle said as he watched Frost magically change the young boys' ratty clothing to those they had in the room.

Frost just nodded and finished changing Harry's clothes. "Did she say if we were to stay with him?" He asked softly, tucking Harry into the bed. He turned to look at Doyle expectantly, who just nodded.

"When do we leave for the Bureau?"

"Tomorrow, the limo will pick us up at about noon." With that said Doyle went to stand by the window, making sure no one snuck up on the room.

Frost shrugged and moved to stand next to the door. He knew it was their job to make sure the young princeling stayed alive until he could defend himself.
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