The Rowthan Heir
Summary: My name is Harrison Jacques Rowthan. Until I was nine, my name used to be Harry James Potter. I was born in 1977 to my 18 year old parents (at the time) Lily and James Potter. When I was five, the Earl of Rodan - Lord Edmund Rowthan - decided to use some obscure family law to make me his heir. We are the last of his blood relatives who are magical, descended from Ignotius Peverell - keeper of the Hollow. My mother has ignored me ever since in favor of my younger brother Jacob.
Did I mention that Jacob is thought to be the Boy Who Lived? I suppose not, but he is my brother and I guess that I have some sort of obligation to watch out for him - even if we are the heirs of the Potter and Rowthan families. Jacob was born in 1980 and I am a little over three years older than my younger brother. I remember Voldemort's laugh, his face, and what he did.
You see, Jacob might have the title - but both Voldemort and I know who REALLY stopped him on October 31st of 1981.
This is my seventh year at Durmstrang Institute of Magic, I am friends with my fellow Quidditch Star - Victor Krum to his fans but he's Vic to me - and I have been with my girlfriend Katarzyna Dmitrova for the last two years but we have known each other since we met our first year.
The Tri-Wizard Tournament is about to begin.
Harry, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Arthur continued to talk well into the night. Sirius even stopped by for a few minutes after the twins went to sleep for a butterbeer. The man had to leave after about ten minutes but all were glad he stepped by – especially Bill, whose hair returned to normal after Sirius left.
Harry actually improved his relationship with Percy when he offered to teach the slightly older teen Bulgarian. Percy leapt at the opportunity to learn another language – especially if it meant that he could join the ICW affiliate firm sooner.
Their reunion was ended late that night (or early the next morning) when they heard a shrill scream reverberate throughout the wood.
Harry was up in an instant, over to the tent flap and looked out. Forgetting where he was, he called out – "What is that?"
Bill looked at him, he heard the questioning tone and hoped Harry would remember to reply in English, "I don't know. We need to wake everyone up – just in case."
Harry nodded as Bill went over to Ginny's tent and he let out a series of loud BANGS from his wand. It was the only way to wake Vic for an early morning practice.
The twins were awake in an instant, getting on jackets and shoes as their father jolted awake and began helping the others.
He woke Ron as Charlie pulled on his boots and jacket as Ginny and Bill came into the tent.
"What's going on Dad?"
"Stay together and go into the wood!" Arthur ordered while Harry and Charlie went outside and sat the frantic people running in all directions as they ran from flaming tents.
'What is going on? Who is doing this?' Harry wondered to himself before he thought about the one person most people would fear – and his followers.
Charlie saw the color drain from his face, "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I'm sure she's fine." Bill said reassuringly as he ushered Ron and Ginny out of the tent. "Percy! Take them into the wood. We need to stay together. All of us."
Harry shook his head. "She doesn't know where your tent is! I promised her father!" he exclaimed desperately before running off in the direction of his tent – Bill and Charlie not far behind.
Years of Quidditch had taught him to ignore the stinging in his lungs as he ran through the smoke filled air. He ignored Charlie and Bill's cries for him to stop as he ran towards the fire. One thought on his mind as he saw the tent.
"Kat!" he called out as a ball of fire hit the tent and he ran in without a second thought. "Katarzyna!"
The fire in the tent spread rapidly, searching desperately for any sign of his fiancée within the inferno. He completely missed the note on the mantle: Harry, we are in London. We left when we heard the screams. V&K
After failing to locate anything or anyone of value, Harry ran out of the smoke filled tent, coughing heavily. He made it to the opening when the tent collapsed around him, Bill and Charlie quickly grabbed his hand that had made it to the door and pulled him free.
"Thanks." He said gratefully and they went to find the others.
"Did you find anything?" Charlie asked as they walked, carefully avoiding those running frenetically around the campsite.
"No, but I hope that she left with Michael or Vic to go to London." He explained before they saw Percy and the others a few meters inside the wood. "Oi! Weasleys!"
The two groups met halfway and it looked as though they were all frazzled by what was happening.
"We saw Mal-" Ron began before they heard a voice shout… something… and a green skull and snake design appeared in the sky.
Screams were heard throughout the wood and Bill turned to see an unhealthy paleness come across Harry's face. The teen looked close to unconsciousness. "Harry?"
Harry shook his head as he took a few deep breaths, "Someone is dead."
"We don't know that." Bill said firmly. Other than himself, only Charlie understood the symbol that Harry hadn't seen since he was 4 – the Dark Mark.
All around them, the screams began to intensify as flashes of light filled the wood as people attempted to curse their way out of the wood.
"Let's find your father." Harry suggested, drawing their attention to the matter at hand.
"Alright there Harry?" Charlie asked, concerned.
"No, but the sooner we get back to your father the better." He said as he stalked off in the direstion of the tents; limping but still on his own two feet.
Miraculously, the Weasley tents were relatively unscathed and the lost of them simply went into the boy's tent. Harry immediately collapsing down onto the couch and let out a breath he didn't relize that he'd been holding.
Chalie magicked off Harry's boot and winced in sympathy as he saw the swollen ankle that was obvious even through his black sock.
Harry hissed as Charlie conjured some ice and put it on his ankle.
"Alright?" Bill asked.
Harry was about to shake his head when he saw the look on Bill's face. "I am alright, Will, I have had worse." He said, uncomfortable with their concern. He could handle Katarzyna's concern but they'd been friends for most of their schooling before they started dating their OWL year.
"How?" Percy asked, incredulous. "You dislocated your shoulder earlier and now you've sprained your ankle doing who knows what?"
"A wardrobe fell on it." He muttered. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill."
"I've got something to tell you lot, I am used to getting a few bumps and bruises here and there. I would not be a Quidditch player if I constantly worried about getting hurt." He said forecully.
Bill shook his head in exasperation as he began to gently probe Harry's ankle.
"Bloody Hell Will! That hurts!" he exclaimed.
Bill took his hands off of Harry's ankle and sat back in the wooden chair he'd moved from the table in order to take a look at the injury. "When have you had worse?"
"At school, if you must know. Quidditch games are hardly ever formal like they are at Hogwarts and more often than not half of the players are in the infirmary by the time the game is over." He said, remembering times both he and Vic spent some quality time in the infirmary with Iason after a match.
Harry grinned as he repositioned the ice pack on his ankle, "No, we don't have formal teams set up and when we do play we only use Bludgers and Quaffels."
Fred and George grinned ferally, "Really?" they asked with a glint in their eyes that frightened their siblings.
"And how often…"
"Would you play?" they asked.
"Every few weeks. Each game has a ½ hour time limit if there is a tournament and each year is allowed to make up at least two teams. It's how me and Vic got our "Dynamic Duo" nickname."
"And if there isn't a tournament?"
"We play until we can no longer continue. Brutal and Brilliant."
The twins grinned as Arthur came into the tent. The poor man looked pretty banged up as he glanced around them, as though seeking visual confirmation that his children were unharmed.
Harry stood quickly, as per custom and almost swore as he put the tiniest amount of weight on his ankle before Percy quickly vacated a recliner and conjured another. Harry remained standing until Arthur sat down and only then did he gratefully sit down.
According to Pure customs, the guest of a family always stands when the patriarch (or matriarch) enters the room and remains standing until the patriarch sits – the same would be done for their own patriarch in a formal setting but the Weasleys hadn't stood when their father entered so they must not observe all of the Pure customs, or not care at the moment.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry looked at Arthur – he had to know. "Do they know who set off the mark?"
Arthur shook his head, "No. The wand used to conjure the Mark ended up belonging to a student about to go to Hogwarts. Robert Caspaine did not look pleased when Crouch accused his eldest son of conjuring the Mark."
Percy went pale at the thought that Crouch could be so narrow-minded.
"They blame a child for a spell that only Death Eaters know? What is wrong with them?" Harry demanded.
"They are scared."
"So is everyone else but that doesn't give them the right to act like idiots. I haven't seen the Dark Mark for 13 years. If anyone has the right to be scared, it is me."
Arthur sighed, "Can you blame them for being scared?"
"No, but panicking isn't an option." He said sighing as he transfigured a stool into an ottoman and put his aching ankle down.
"Why was everyone panicking?" Ginny asked gently.
Harry closed his eyes and Arthur knew that Harry would answer her. "It hasn't been seen for thirteen years. Voldemort and his Death Eaters would send it up into the air whenever or wherever they attacked." He said and opened his eyes. "To come home and see it over your house almost guaranteed the deaths of whoever was inside."
Ron gulped as he yawned loudly.
"Try to get some sleep." Mr. Weasley told the younger four whose adrenaline rushes were wearing off and they went all too willingly to bed. The older four, however, did not even think about going to bed – much. All four longed for a few hours of sleep but with the night they'd had – it wasn't going to happen.
"What happened to you?" Arthur asked about five minutes later after Ginny went to bed on Charlie's bed and Ron, Fred and George went to their beds and quickly fell asleep.
"My tent collapsed on my ankle after it got hit with an Incendio. I managed to get out of the way for the most part but something fell on my ankle."
Arthur knelt down next to him and carefully rolled the sock off to reveal his swollen, black, blue and purple ankle.
Bill winced in sympathy when it was revealed.
"Well, it's not broken." He determined after he ran his wand over it a few times. "Probably just a sprain."
Harry nodded as Arthur put a couple of pillows underneath his ankle and conjured a bag of ice for the teen.
"Thank you sir." He said yawning.
"How long have you been awake?" the man asked gently, the teen had just played a serious game of Quidditch and had been injured to boot, he was obviously exhausted.
"Levski had us awake a few hours before sunrise. He wanted a chance to practice in the stadium before the game. The only reason he let Katarzyna sleep is because Dmitri, Michael and Sasha threatened him."
"Rest." Arthur insisted.
"I'll sleep later. If you think I'm sleeping with the Mark overhead, you're mad." He said as silence permeated throughout the tent.
"You'll have to see a Healer for your ankle. Or brew something." Arthur added in, he didn't know how well Rowthan could brew potions.
Harry very nearly shuddered. "I've already visited with Healer Guildford nearly half a dozen times in the last month. The thought really isn't as appealing as one might think."
Arthur frowned as Charlie spoke up, "What happened?"
"I got stabbed defending a classmate. Kaite's only 15 so I felt obligated to assist." He explained. "I got help but Lady Rowthan insisted on having me checked out after every practice."
Percy frowned, "What… how were you healed?"
"Curar Lento, brewed by one of the best Potion's Masters in the World." Harry explained. "I had a dose of the potion in my tent but…"
"Your tent is in cinders." Arthur said, sighing.
Harry nodded, "How long do you want to wait until getting a portkey for you lot?"
"A couple of hours from now. About seven or eight o' clock perhaps. You're welcome to come with us back to the Burrow."
Bill and Percy quickly agreed with their father.
"At the very least we should wait, if only to make sure that we don't cross lines with anyone else." Bill mentioned as he sat back in his chair, tilting the front legs of the chair off of the floor.
"I'll go and pack up Ginny's tent." Arthur volunteered.
"We should try to rest, get a portkey in the morning." Percy said as he yawned widely.
"I will take watch so you boys can sleep." Arthur said in a tone that did not call for disagreement as he came back inside with Ginny's tent in a canvas bag.
Harry, for all of his protesting, was already asleep.
When he awoke a few precious hours later – barely before sunrise- Harry immediately felt the throbbing of his ankle and the fact that the bag of ice had melted. He stood up and transfigured a plain brown broom into a crutch and went outside. The sun was just coming up and when he looked towards the wood he could see the partially faded Dark Mark.
"Harrison, what are you doing up?" Arthur asked, looking up from where he sat next to the tent opening near the fire.
"Can't sleep anymore." He said honestly as he looked at his friend's father.
'He slept two hours.' Arthur thought before he nodded. "I don't blame you. I don't think I would have been able to sleep either."
"Have you ever seen it up close?" Harry asked, gesturing to the daunting Dark Mark barely visible in the sky.
"Once, when Fabian was killed."
"Fabian Prewitt? He was in the Order?"
"Yes. He took ten Death Eaters with him. Gideon named his first son for his brother."
"There's another Fabian Prewitt? What has the world come to?" Harry said in amazement, he knew the story of "Guts and Fury" and how the twins had inspired their nephews and the Marauders.
"He's a Ravenclaw Prefect but he told me that the hat wanted to put him in Gryffindor but he wanted to stay friends with a neighbor of his who went into Slytherin." Arthur said fondly of his 15 year old nephew.
"I never have understood the House System at Hogwarts. At Durmstrang we're separated into years and after first year we are able to request our roommates."
"That must make for an interesting first year."
"We all learn quickly that you don't have to like each other to get along."
Arthur nodded approvingly, "Sounds like Hogwarts could learn a thing or two from Durmstrang."
"Hopefully they will at and during the Tournament."
Arthur almost gave himself whiplash as he turned his head to Harry, "You know about the tournament?"
Harry nodded as he returned his gaze to the sky, "Headmaster Karkaroff told Vic and I when he found out so we would have time to prepare. We are not like the other students. We already are under contract for the Nationals, and if we are to go into another contract – we must make sure that the two will not conflict."
"Prepare?" Arthur asked, a little miffed that Harrison had nearly a year's warning about the Tournament while, at best, a quarter of the Hogwarts student population only just found out a couple of months ago.
"Yeah, we had to find out if the rules of the Tournament would allow us to play Quidditch this year."
"If a game or practice happens within the day before, of, or after each task we will not be able to go to the game and/or practice as the tournament would take precedence. Levski has collaborated with Michael, Ivan and the League and scheduled the games and practices around the Tasks with the possibility that we would be chosen as Champions."
"Oh yes, they are doing partners – aren't they?"
"Yes, they want the Tournament to have the semblance of safety rather than have someone die in this tournament."
"You sound a little too casual about it."
"We bring our best to take out the rest. It's our school's unofficial motto."
"And do you think you will?" Arthur asked, curious about a school he'd never been to but only heard rumors of.
"If I am chosen?" Harry asked, finally sitting down even though he preferred to stand but he'd barely slept and had no desire to go to bed early tonight like a little child.
Harry thought for a moment, "If even one seventh year Durmstrang student is chosen there will be an advantage over the other teams. Durmstrang is the only school where NEWTs are taken at the end of 6th year."
"Then what is the 7th year for?"
"Tradition, mostly, and the majority of us spend the time preparing to take our Mastery Exams. The rest begin the ½ day schedule."
"Half of the day is spent at Durmstrang and the other half at their respective Ministries being trained in whatever field they are going into."
Arthur nodded his approval, "And you? You obviously don't want to be a Quidditch Player forever."
"I am preparing to take the title of Earl of Radnor and the responsibilities that go with it but I am also preparing for a Tri-Mastery."
"Magics, both Offensive and Defensive, Runes and Arithmacy. Katarzyna…" he said, trailing off as he thought of his fiancé.
"She is fine." Arthur insisted, seeing the concerned look on his face.
"How do you know?"
"I would bet that the two of you had a plan, just in case you were separated."
Harry nodded, "We would meet at Rowthan House in London."
"And would she be there?"
"It is the only plan we made. She knows I would worry. She is probably sleeping in my bed by now with Vic in one of the guest rooms." He said with a grin. "I wish she could stay there after I return but Lady Rowthan will not allow it."
"Nor should she allow such a thing. You are not married Harrison and that is an aspect of the Pure lines that even I follow." Arthur admonished.
Harry frowned, "Then why haven't any of you…"
Arthur smiled, "Several hundred years ago, a daughter of the Malfoy family was promised to the Scion of the house of Weasley. The daughter refused to marry Lord Edwin and killed herself. The Head of the Malfoy family was so ashamed that he promised that his second child would marry the next son or daughter of the House of Weasley. He died two weeks later, killed by his eldest son but the damage was already done. The House of Weasley lives as paupers to remind the Wizarding World that there are things better than money, such as keeping your word. Tobias has been arranged to marry Ginny since the day he was born and the bride price that the House of Weasley commands will more than compensate our 398 year wait for the second child of the House of Malfoy."
"And if Tobias is a barrer?" Harry asked.
It was unusual in the Wizarding World to have a male be able to reproduce as a female but it was not unheard of. So it was a question that Harry had to ask. All Lucius had to do was announce that Tobias was a bearer and he could guarantee that he would have some leverage with the schooling of future Lord Weasley or Lady Prewitt.
"William will have his mate but we still demand payment." Arthur said soberly. "Unfortunately, William has the option of having a wife and a mate seeing as how he is also the Scion of the House of Prewitt."
"No, Gideon refused it when Fabian died. It went directly to William without our choice. He has already named Percival as his successor for the Prewitt line and Charles for the Weasley line."
They fell into silence for some time, watching as the sun rose before the two of them went inside and Harry started cooking with magic.
Arthur wasn't about to say anything - especially after the previous night.
"Mr - Arthur?" harry asked a few minutes later as he deftly cracked eggs into a skillet and began scrambling them.
"Should I go the British or Bulgarian Ministry regarding my tent?" he asked as he moved to another skillet and flipped a pancake.
"The British. Although I must say that I am not looking forward to going into work today."
Harry smiled, "And that is why I will never work for the Ministry." he said as Arthur passed him the Rosemary he'd been glancing around for. "Danke."
Arthur smiled in return. He knew that there were some - like Harry who would rather work with the British Ministry rather than for it, not that he could blame them.
Bill was the first of the Weasley children to wake up. Fortunately, he helped out by conjuring plates and cutlery - something he'd gotten rather adept at from doing so in the desert. "I didn't know you could cook." he remarked as he put the conjured plates in a stack on the table.
"I learned the summer after my 4th year. I couldn't think of anything but my OWL results and Lady Rowthan got annoyed enough with me that she fould something for me to do. I spent the rest of the summer in the kitchen with Sarah."
Harry nodded absently as he added a fresh pancake to the stack and then poured in more batter. He was thankful that Mr. Weasley had packed as though the Cup might go on for a week as it had the year before. Harry'd never been more thankful that the team only got to 3rd place last year. "She's an "enlightened" muggle. Lady Rowthan hired her after she graduated from Le Cordon Bleu... about five years ago now."
"No house elves?"
Harry shook his head, "No, the Rowthan family hasn't employed house elves since Lord Elliot ran the family over a hundred years ago. We share the wealth rather than hoard it."
"Anything you are particularly proud of?"
Harry thought about it, "Katarzyna says that my quiche is the best she's ever had."
"Fiancée's opinion doesn't mean yours."
"My filet minon, I made it for Lady Rowthan once."
"Yes, why?" he asked as he checked the eggs (scrambled), bangers and flipped another of the multitude of pancakes.
"You, good sir, are making me hungry and that is not fair!"
"If you help out, Heir Weasley and Lord Prewitt, you can eat sooner." he replied with a grin and Bill turned to his father with a look of false betrayal.
"You told him!"
"Why?" he demanded of his father who'd moved to the table to watch while Harry cooked.
"It came up in the discussion we had this morning. You could have participated as well but, alas, you were not awake."
Bill groaned and looked for the tall stack of pancakes to the heaping plate of eggs and then to that large plate stacked tall with pancakes. "I can't cook like you."
"And I'm not asking you to." Harry said as he put the last of the cooked foods onto plates before transferring them to the table. "Are you going to eat before your brothers wake up?"
Bill nodded as he grabbed a plate and put a couple of eggs and bangers onto it. "Good Point." he said as he sat down as Arthur went to wake everyone else up.
Harry grabbed a few of each and a cup of tea before he went into the lounge area of the tent and sat down next to Bill.
They ate quickly and were finishing just as Percy and Charlie woke up, saw the food and almost instantly went after it - knowing that the twins and Ron would only save enough food for Ginny to eat. They barely paid any notice of Bill and Harry as they left the tent and went in search of a portkey. They managed to get one reserved for an hour and a half in a small wood near the Burrow.
"Let's go tell your Dad the news." he said as they went back to the tent to find everyone awake and with a plate of food.
Arthur looked up as they entered, "Were you able to get a portkey?"
"Da. We managed to reserve on in 90... no 80 minutes."
"Have your landings improved?"
"With my ankle the way it is, it may be best if I apparate." he said, not wanting to admit that he had the Evans Curse (as his mother referred to it as) concerning Portkeys. He got dizzy and could never land on his two feet - unless he was with someone else.
"I'll go with you if you need help." Will offered.
"Thanks Will but I should be fine on my own."
"Humor me." Bill insisted as Harry tried to wave off the concern, that wasn't going to happen.
"Worse case scenario my ankle breaks. It will heal with Skele-grow in an hour."
"You're that confident?"
"I'm a Quidditch player, we usually have a dose or two of the potion - just in case."
"Have you ever had to use it?" Percy asked from the table, demonstrating his impeccable manners. It was no wonder he was Heir Prewitt, especially if Molly's Aunt Muriel had anything to say about it.
"Once or twice but for nothing serious." he assured them as he swiped a banger off of Charlie's plate.
"Oi!" the 19 year old exclaimed.
Harry just grinned and limped over to Bill. "Will - Vic, Kat and I used a portkey. Where's the apparation point?"
Bill grinned, knowing how much Harry dislike portkeys as they made him nauseous. "I'll show you when we're ready to go."
"And will the heirs go with us?" Harry asked, referring to Charlie and Percy.
"Thanks Will." he said as everyone finished eating, packed their things up and went to the point.
The four legal wizards apparated.