Summary:
Previously. . . The first trial ends with Hadrian winning first place, Cedric is further educated on the fact that Hogwarts is terrible compared to the other two schools.
"Be my partner to the ball." Harry quietly murmured as Luna giggled at his proposal.
The room of requirements had become their little space, for them only (at the moment.) The room was structured to be a Victorian themed living room, with a special touch to it. An enchantment was placed upon the ceiling, creating an illusion of the night sky. The stars shone above them, as they read their perspective books.
In Harry's hands was a book on the different kinds of magic he had mentioned to Cedric. Again, he didn't lie about having a book regarding such a subject, just the fact he didn't buy it in Diagon Alley. It was easier to grab a bunch of books from Numengard than waste precious gold on a book about stuff he already knew.
"Now, why me? I doubt you'd like me to be your treasure. " Luna smiled, closing her book. The silver letters of the title glared at her, ' THE FLOWERS FROM LUCIAN TO GRACE'
From what Harry could remember, it was a book he had briefly read before tossing it away. A love story about Lucian, who was the only son of a family with multiple daughters, and Grace, a girl who was essentially an outcast in their town. Although Harry speculated it wasn't about a boy and a girl, and more of a boy and boy, considering how the author misspelled her with him on multiple occasions.
"Hm… I don't fancy going with Patil this time around. Besides, I'm more comfortable with you— might stop myself from stepping on your feet." He chuckled, glancing up from his book to glance back at Luna.
"Some Wixen will discover their attributes the moment their magic starts showing itself, however, there have been cases that they show their main attributes later in life. This is a phenomenon often seen on people who are indecisive or someone considered to be a jack-of-all-trades.
Knowing your main attribute is an important factor in training your magic. As it is your specialty, it is best if you focus upon it and perfect such mastery that you are destined to be good at…"
Luna hummed, opening her book again and leaned back on the chair. The fire blazed quietly, bringing warmth to the cold room… well, on Luna's side. Harry had conjured a little bubble to keep the cold around him. Manipulating the molecular of the air around him and creating a barrier that prevented the heat from coming any closer.
"The Patils aren't so bad."
"It's not that they are unsightly, rather, I am not comfortable with them… I don't like being touched and I make sure others don't touch me if I can prevent it." He sighed, running his hands through his hair and taking of his glasses. His vision went blurry again, as he glared at the circular glasses. "I have to get my eyes fixed eventually…"
"There's an opening during the weekend. Would you like to sneak out in that time?" Luna suggested, her signature knowing smile plastered across her face.
Harry hummed back, "Is that a yes?"
"Of course."
"We're going to get you a dress."
"No."
"It's gonna be blue or silver."
"No."
"I already know where to go…"
Luna sighed. "Okay. You win."
Harry smirked, "I know."
So on, so forth, Harry ended up sneaking himself and Luna out of Hogwarts during the weekend. With the bustle of the coming Yule ball, and many girls rushing to buy dresses, it was easy for people to not notice them gone.
The first stop was Potter Manor. The portkey ring was more useful than he expected. As their feet landed on the floor of the manors entrance hall, Harry narrowed his gaze at how empty it seemed.
Gellert wasn't there.
However, the Horcrux was. Dobby had done what was asked of him and Harry could feel the blasted soul in his bed chambers.
"He's not here." He mumbled, frustrated not to see his supposed father in the manor. "TULIP! CLAY!"
The two house elves immediately popped into existence, looking excited to see their master. Although their gaze fleeted to Luna, who was an unknown variable in the manor. They glanced at each other, before bowing and greeting Harry in am appropriate manner— using his actually name instead of Harry .
"Where's Gellert? Or Felix if he prefers."
"Master Gellert has gone to Germany with Winly."
"And Dobby?"
"Dobby is waiting for Master Hadrian at Lady Eloise' boutique."
"Lady Eloise?" Luna asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Harry only grasped her hand and kissed it's back, a sly smile gracing his lips.
"We look for my troublesome father first." He said and darted upstairs to one of the many rooms in the manor. He entered one of the guest rooms and stopped on front of the circular mirror. The door opened again, Luna entering seconds after him.
As his fingers pressed against the mirror, frost began to cover it. Once he found it acceptable, he stopped his magic for a moment before drawing runes on the frost. When Sirius gave him a mirror shard back in his third life, he found it a good idea. Thus, he ended up researching it and found the perfect runes to create those communication mirrors.
When the mirror began to ripple like water, he took a quiet step back and waited. A minute passed as the mirror changed from a distorted reflection of himself to a man inspecting the ugliest vase he has ever seen.
"What...in the everloving hell is that?"
Gellert blinked in surprise, whipping his head around until he saw Harry and Luna in the reflection of his mirror. Mismatched eyes were surprised before he smiled softly at the two.
" Mein Sohn… what a pleasant surprise."
"Get back here. I can't leave the country without an actual adult. Luna's dress is going to be made in France!" Harry demanded, pressing his hands against his waist, glaring at Gellert. He promptly ignored the incredulous look on Luna's face.
"Hm… give me a minute." The call was cut immediately and next thing Harry knew, he felt Gellert's magic enter the manor. He glanced back at Luna, before taking long strides back to the entrance Hall.
As expected, Gellert was in the middle of the hall, dusting his dark grey coat. The man offered a welcoming smile to the two, his very-very pale blonde hair (Harry called it white) relaxed from it's gel. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be drunk in any manner, more like… relaxed. It irked Harry who was rather stressed about a lot of things.
"We go to France for dress robes and Luna's dress. Fix my shitty eyes, and maybe buy some cake. We go back to Hogwarts by five in the evening and you… you do whatever the hell you were doing in Germany." Harry grumbled, fixing his coat and started adjusting his appearance — specifically trying to flatten his monstrous hair that refused to lie flat.
On the other hand, Gellert and Luna shared knowing smiles. "Hello Luna, lovely to officially meet you." Gellert offered his hand to the girl, who giggled at his introduction and shook his hand.
"It is nice to meet you as well, Lord Grindelwald. Or is it Mr. Nachtnebel?"
"Gellert in private, Felix in public."
The two laughed at their short conversation before Harry called to them. In his hands was the pocket watch Ragnar had gifted them, and all three held on to it. Minutes later, the landed in the middle of France's busiest street. Luna was awed by the magic that surrounded them. She was especially fascinated by the illusory magic being used by street performers as they created the most wonderful images.
Illusion Magic was a peculiar thing. A mixture of Physical and Mind magic. The very foundation of illusion Magic was bringing imagination to reality. From a figment within your mind to and a physical image, although real, it was not completely true. As an illusion of a nymph like creature passed above her, she extended her arm and the illusion did the same. As Luna touched the illusion, she gasped at the most wonderous magic. An art that she couldn't help but admire, jaw dropped as the magic tingled from her fingers.
Harry grabbed her hand, whispering that they will visit in the summer. They needed to be quick.
Gellert hummed as he took in the familiar street. Harry, obviously, took notice of his reminiscing and sighed in exasperation. He grabbed Gellerts wrist and lead them towards one of the many buildings upon the street. However, this one looked rather conservative and expensive.
Harry glanced up towards the sign of golden letters. It was in French, but his mind automatically translated it into English. JUILLERAT: where jewels and cloth are magic. He chuckled as he entered the store, being greeted by the reception. Emerald eyes scanned the store and finally found Dobby cautiously staying away from the silks.
"Dobby!" He yelled and the elf hurried to him with a gleam in his eyes.
"Master! You've finally arrived." Dobby seemed to sob in delight. It was a confusing thing, until Harry heard a woman speak.
" Enfin! J'ai attendu l'éternité. " The woman said, dramatically placing the back of her hand against her forehead. But she grinned, amber eyes flashing in delight.
"Mademoiselle Eloise." Harry chuckled, taking the woman's hand and kissing it. "Forgive me for my tardiness. My darling Luna was fascinated by the performers upon your streets."
The woman, Eloise, smirked, " Bien sûr. Nos interprètes sont parmi les meilleurs, non ! Les meilleurs du monde. " She arrogantly said, but her eyes gleamed with pride similar to that of a mothers.
Harry's mind translated it: Of course. Our performers are among the best, no! The best in the world.
"Indeed they are."
"Hmph! Now, where is your muse? The girl that I shall craft a divine dress for?" Eloise refused to look away from Harry, who took a step back and lead Luna towards her by the hand.
"Madame, this is Luna Lovegood." He introduced her, "Darling, this is the amazing Eloise Juillerat. The woman who will make a dress that will blow you away."
Luna nervously stood in front of the tall woman. Madame Eloise had long and wavy light brown hair with amber eyes. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. She wore a royal blue dress that flared at the end. Luna found her smile to be both alluring and intimidating.
Madame Eloise hummed, shooing Harry as she circled Luna. Her gaze was sharp, calculating as she ran her eyes up and down. From head to toe, Harry watched as Luna was assessed by the vicious looking woman. Then he saw Madame Eloise grin with a ferocity that made him shudder.
She pressed two fingers under Luna's chin, forcing her to look up. " Belle fille. "
"Silver would look wonderful on her. Matches those pretty grey eyes." Madame Eloise hummed, "I would have mistaken you for those Malfoys. Pretty hair and eyes, but not quite the same as theirs. You look… softer."
Madame Eloise guided her towards a private room, passing by others where multiple tailors and seamstresses were measuring people or using magic to make clothes. Luna was lead to a lavish room that had golden decor in it.
"What do you think of blue, Jeune Seigneur ?" Madame Eloise took our her wand and levitated blue and silver cloth towards Luna.
Harry hummed, contemplating in what color would look best. "Would red look good on her?"
Madame Eloise raised a brow, smirking at him, "Bold choice, Jeune Seigneur . Le rouge est la couleur du scandale , did you know that?" Although she asked such a thing, she levitated a roll of red cloth towards Luna.
Harry found himself satisfied to see that it did look good on Luna, however it felt wrong. Luna was… well, she was young and innocent. The red looked to bold on her. Maybe in the future, Harry would have Luna wear red. But for now, he realized that it didn't suite her current self.
Gellert, who had been quiet the entire time, approachwd Luna and grabbed the silver and blue clothes from the air. Madame Eloise was a bit startled, but she was intrigued as she watched him work. To their surprised, Gellert merely put the two clothes together and smiled in triumph.
"I quite like this combination. She is a Ravenclaw, so I find it befitting. The one who looked good in red would be you, but I can see the appeal in green." Gellert chuckled, but his eyes softened at the girl.
"My daughter liked these colors." Geller whispered.
Harry stiffened as he heard him, averting his gaze from Gellert and back to Luna. The blue would greatly represent Luna's house, Ravenclaw but it was also a wonderful match with her. The silver was even better. It reminded him of the moon, and… Regulus , he thought, unable to remove the image of the silver-eyed boy from his mind.
Would silver look good on me? The voice asked. Harry felt a pair of arms wrap around him, holding him as he took in a deep breath and answered without another thought.
White would have looked better.
Broken out of his trance, Harry immediately side stepped Madame Eloise when she tried poking his side. She narrowed her eyes at the woman who gave him a venomous smile.
"I will give you a discount if you allow me to make your dress robes."
"Madame… I don't think."
"Think of this as a gift… after what you did in the summer, I am obligated to repay you somehow."
Harry smiled bitterly at the reminder. He had been quite… busy, during the summer.
( Hadrian Potter would take every chance he got to get himself books regarding certain subjects. To his misfortune, he was desperately looking for three . To his chagrin, the books in question were in France.
So Harry found himself back in the streets of France, sighing to himself as he entered a bookshop. It was quiet for the most part, not to many people looking his way. His name wasn't well known in France but a part of him— Clarisse —was screaming at his situation. Clarisse had revelled and thrived on attention, taking it from those who sought to be better than her. France was often a trigger for that part of his soul to awaken, to arrogantly tell him of how he should become minister and punished any bigoted fools who thought themselves as gods among men.
Harry often dismissed such thoughts.
Thankfully, the books he wanted were available and he exited the store as quickly as he could.
Alas, he witnessed a man trying to set fire to one of the shops. He narrowed his eyes at the sign, tilting his head at it. JUILLERAT,was the apparent name of the shop.
" Juillerat… where have I heard of— oh…" he deadpanned to himself. A one of his past lives flashed in his head. Again, a part of his soul was screaming at him.
So he groaned, playing hero once again.
In the end, Harry found himself favored greatly by the current owner of the shop, Eloise Juillerat. The woman who thanked him profusely for saving the boutique her grandmother had founded many years ago.
And thus …)
" Grand-mère, would come to haunt me." Eloise clicked her tongue, before glaring at Harry. "Accept the gift, Jeune Seigneur. Do not put me in your debt."
Harry simply gave up after that and would be expecting black, silver, and blue dress robes to match Luna's dress.
Peace and quiet graced Harry as he sat under a tree, crookshanks on his lap and Hedwig flying over him. It felt perfect. The serene expression on his face was the most peaceful he was.
But Fate says otherwise.
"HARRY! HARRY!"
Harry took on a deep breath, slapping his hands over his face as Crookshanks hissed at Ron. The cats fellow redhead dashed towards them with an almost frantic look, tripping when he was closest to Harry. However, the boy did not relent and grasped Harry's shoulders.
"HERMIONE'S GOT A DATE!"
"So?"
"We haven't gotten—"
"I'm going with Luna."
"Oh, good for you. But I— excuse me?! You traitor!" Ron was up on his feet, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Why didn't you tell me?! When did you ask her?! Why Luna Lovegood?!"
"Cause you didn't ask. Last week. I asked her cause she's Luna, a friend who I've become close with and not your sister… or Hermione." Harry hummed, side-eyeing Ron and continued to caress Crookshanks soft fur. "I didn't ask Hermione cause I thought you'd ask her."
Ron gasped, "Huh?! Why would I ask Hermione?"
There was a sour taste in Harry's tongue as he glared at Ron. His friends were dense (he was denser in his first life but he was willing to ignore that,) and it frustrated him.The urge to hit them both and force them to kiss was obvious, fingers twitching to do just that.
He refused to look at Ron, the last thing the boy seeing was a look of disappointment.
Be patient with them… One of the several voices in his head said.
Thus he replied with an immediate, no.
"D'you bring dress robes? Or is your mum going to send you one?" He asked, still not looking at Ron. Crookshanks was walking beside him and Hedwig quickly swopped down and landed on his shoulder. He glanced at his owl and secretly summoned some bacon. Hedwig gladly accepted the gift and ruffled his feathers.
"Yeah… bet it's gonna look like rubbish."
"Want me to buy you one? There are some decent ones in hogsmeade."
"Yeah sure." Ron laughed, thinking it was a joke.
"Black?"
"Hm? Wait, you're serious?"
Harry deadpanned. Then again, Ron didn't really know the vastness of his wealth. Combine his fortune from his seventh life— the money he had earned himself and the wealth he inherited from Gellert, the money he inherited as the Potter heir, and that trust Sirius had made for him when he was baby, plus the possible fact he would become Lord Black as Sirius' heir — then his wealth was quite… big, for the simple word. Harry still had trouble calculating his money, and Ragnar had admittedly complained to Harry that he had too much wealth . Something he never expected to hear from a goblin.
"Don't worry, it won't cost much." Harry hummed, quietly promising to never tell Ron the actual price of the robes. He'd surely buy his friend one, so as to avoid the embarrassment that was the robes Molly Weasley had sent her youngest son. He found it rather unfair.
In his first life, Fred and George had gotten themselves decent robes to wear for the ball. They were presentable, and even better compared to the atrocity Ron had worn.
"Harry…"
"Seriously Ron… you're using your divinition to help me, so don't think much of it. Besides, I'm your friend and I've missed on some birthday gifts, haven't I?" He tilted his head, smiling. Ron was never the type to accept things, his inferiority to hurtful. "Think of it as an early Christmas gift!"
Ron hesitated, pursing his lips as he clenched his fist. Harry slowly entered his mind, tilting his head again when he felt the vibrations of hesitance, inferiority, and fear within his mind. It was unpleasant and he took action immediately.
"Let's get you a date!" He slung his arm over Ron's shoulders, grinning viciously. "D'you prefer boys or girls?"
Ron turned as red as his hair, "I— just help me find a date!"
Yule came easily.
Harry happily snapped his glasses in half, before realizing that he had to keep up the act of having shitty-eyesight a bit longer. So he stared at the pieces of his glasses, eye twitching before he angrily mended it with a simply spell.
Two days before the ball had as came, his robes had arrived. As promised, Madame Eloise had sent it in a discreet manner; the robes and dress were shrunked and placed in a small box. Inconspicuous, as neither Harry nor Luna garnered attention from the boxes. Luna had worn the dress in the room of requirements, absolutely awed by it.
Harry didn't mind the robes. They were simple enough but didn't look cheap. An expensive kind of simplicity that didn't come of as plain, more like neat in his opinion. Although his hair was an issue, until he realized that he could just use numerous spells to keep his damned hair in place — one side slicked back as much as possible.
"I can't believe you bloody bought me this." He heard, turning towards Ron who was looking at himself in the mirror. There was awe in his expression, a bright smile to his face.
The dress robes Harry had ordered from hogsmeade were, as promised, quite decent. They weren't the same quality as Harry's, but good enough for Ron that he accepted the gift without further issue. (Of course, he happily did so after seeing the dress robes his mother sent him, the four Weasleys had nearly burned the atrocious thing.)
"It's no biggie. Be good to Hannah, she's a delight… and I doubt that Susan Bones will leave you off the hook if you make her sad." He reminded.
Harry had practically harrassed Ron to ask Hannah Abbot to the ball. The Hufflepuff, seeing the sincerity and cute display of a flustered lion, accepted him with a friendly smile.
"Anyways, I gotta go. Champions have to lead the dance after all."
"Again, I still can't believe you're that good at dancing. McGonagall looked so proud of you."
"What can I say? I'm Hadrian Potter." His cocky tone dripped from his voice so naturally, that it seemed to make Ron think it was always there.
Leaving Gryffindor tower unseen was not hard, a simple notice-me-not spell here and Harry was near the doors to the great hall in no time. As expected, he found Cedric and Viktor already there, amongst many students who were giggling and fawning over them.
"Where's Fleur?" He asked, catching them by surprise.
Cedric blinked, staring at him in wonder while Viktor shook his head. "Still getting ready, however, her date is over there." He gestured to the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davis.
"Shame. You two would have looked good together." Harry said to Viktor. Although he thought that Fleur was best with Bill Weasley, he saw a great pairing in Krum and Delacour. "Heard you're date is my darling sister."
"Sister?"
"Hermione Granger? Brightest witch of our age? Inconceivably smart and sassy Hermione? Very skeptical of people Hermione? The girl I've claimed as my sister." Harry smiled darkly at Viktor, subtly threatening the older boy.
Krum blinked, "Oh? So you claim her as your sister."
"Hm… What about you Cedric? Cho Chang still your girlfriend?"
Cedric blinked, broken out of his trance as a red hue splattered across his face. He stuttered, stammered, and had difficulty speaking. "Uhm— I, uh, well… S-Sure." He finally got out, chuckling awkwardly.
"So the four of us are taking Ravenclaws or someone who could have been a Ravenclaw… Nice." Harry laughed, soon Viktor and Cedric followed with such laughter.
He turned his attention towards the stairs, fascinated when he saw Ginny and Neville descend, soon followed by Ron who smiled nervously at him. The redheaded boy hurried towards the group of Hufflepuff's, flustered as he offered his hand to Hannah Abbott.
As more and more students filed through the halls, Harry saw Draco Malfoy with a haughty looking Pansy Parkinson. She was saying something indiscernible, although Malfoy shook his head in amusement when she smirked and nudged him. He also saw Lincoln Sonnet, who was quietly lurking on the edges of the group. He even saw Nikolai dressed in navy blue robes, happily chatting with Asen Oblansk, who wore dark gray and white robes. Then came the Beauxbatons students.
Fleur was, as expected, somewhat fashionably late. She spotted them, smirking and confidently strided in their direction. "Well you men clean up nicer than I expected. You especially, Hadrian dear."
Fleur kissed him on the cheek, patting his head and proudly smiled at him. She was most certainly proud of his hair. She went to Davis' side, who was oggling at her.
Cho was now by Cedric's side, smiling pleasantly at him as she hooked their arms together. Cedric was beaming, nearing the doors whole Harry and Viktor were forced to wait for their respective partners. Well, the wait was short as a girl wearing a soft blue and somewhat floaty dress that contrasted her dark skin descended the stairs. Her hair was sleek and shiny instead of its usual bushy state.
Hermione Granger stood straight with confidence as she descended the stairs. Viktor was not the one to greet her, as Harry was quick to offer his hand to the girl. She was surprised, but accepted it with a small giggle.
"Pretty girl." Harry said with an airy tone, "Beloved sister of mine. Tell me if Krum does something and I'll curse him without a second thought." He whispered, pulling close for a loose hug.
"I will." She said, as Harry gave her to Krum. He spared the older boy one glare before huffing and turning his attention to the next girl who stole the students attention.
Jaws had dropped, eyes were wide, and gasps were heard.
Harry smirked, feeling the sensation of victory once again.
Luna smiled softly at him from the top of the stairs. Her usually messy hair fell in waves, a silver ornament in her hair, decorated by blue jewels. Her dress was made of silk or was it chiffon? Harry couldn't exactly tell, but it was a pretty silver color, not gray, silver. There were royal blue accents to the dress, similar to the ones in his black dress robes.
Madame Eloise had done a good job in the outfits they wore.
The moment Luna was close, he kissed the back of her hand and smiled proudly. Luna was his sister, but sometimes… a part of him wondered if she was his lover in another life. It most certainly was not this once.
In a sense, Harry believed her to be his soulmate. Who else but her?
His thoughts raged—
Regulus Black
Charlotte Sylvain
Tom Riddle
"Beloved moon."
What was the use of pointless thoughts when his darling sister was in front of him?
Notes:
Harry's love language is giving gifts. He's very rich.
Of course he's gonna inherit the money from his past life. Imagine constantly reincarnating and having to work for money over and over again? HELLO NO! Hadrian Jameson Potter, Master of Death, is smarter than that. He's gonna make his future incarnations heir to his fortune if he doesn't have kids. Let's also blame Sirius for making him his heir, plus the Gryffindor assets, and the fact that the Potter's had their own fortune.
Harry also still has a bit of a hero complex. It's less his soul and more the body he is currently in(?) Does that make sense????
And he sure as hell would shower his close friends with as many gifts he can give them. He would rather die than have Ron dress in those rags that his mother sent him. (Poor boy, honestly wtf was he wearing during the Yule ball?)
Also, who else would Harry take to the Yule ball? He'd drag Luna's ass to the dance floor if he was also forced to suffer. Okay, I may or may not have written their relationship a bit romantic, truth be told, that was not my intention. I blame the fact that I sometimes mistake platonic for romantic and vice versa. Please bear with me.
Also, if he had brought Hermione as a date, he would have also dragged her of to France somehow. (I honestly think he'd bait her with information and books... Yeah, he'd bait her with books and smuggle her to France.) Also forgot to write it into the chapter cause I was far to focused on Harry, Luna and Gellert, hahaha— but Harry paid for Hermione's dress. Again, his love language is gift giving and will literally how his loved ones shower in gold if he can.
Anyways, I'm rambling in these notes. Enjoy the story!!!
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