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Lily Potter, Hogwarts.

This… this had to be a dream, however, it was one she never wanted to wake up from.

Lily walked calmly, her hand holding Harry’s large and rough hand, as both of them walked toward the trophy room.

The redhead could not help but look at him, Harry… her little Harry, he was a grown man, far older than he should be.

Her little one should be seventeen years old, three years older than Dalia, and even so, Lily’s eyes saw a man.

One… powerful and attractive, the redhead thought, betrayed by her own thoughts.

The closeness of her son filled her with warmth, as if… a part of her that she thought would never live again had taken a breath of fresh air.

In a short time, they arrived at the room in question, revealing the rest of the champions, who tensed when they saw several strangers enter the place.

At once, the young Delacour stood up and levitated toward Madame Maxime, her face filled with concern.

“Madame! My magic… I felt… I felt…” said the blonde in a tense manner, as if she could not find the necessary words.

At least until Harry took a step forward and spoke with complete naturalness.

“You felt how the binding contract that tied you to that pathetic artifact dissolved, precisely at the moment I destroyed it,” he said simply, observing the trophy room with evident curiosity, focusing on a particular plaque, one familiar to Lily.

James’s captain plaque, from his time as a chaser at Hogwarts.

And smelling an opportunity to connect, even if it was over something as insignificant as an old trophy, Lily did not hesitate.

“It is a plaque of your father, James, who served as captain of the school’s Quidditch team, he was very good at flying,” she said calmly, observing her son, who looked at the plaque with curiosity.

“I have no memory whatsoever of him,” he confessed calmly, making Lily grimace in dissatisfaction.

“He… he died the day you disappeared, when… when the Dark Lord tried to kill you,” Lily said, the mere act of remembering that night made her tremble, the cursed day her family simply broke apart.

Until today.

James… James was no longer there, and there was no way for him to return, but Harry…

Harry, her beloved Harry, was here, ready to take his rightful place as Lord Potter and be able to deal with the damned beasts of Gringotts and the fools of the Wizengamot.

Damn goblins, the redhead thought, growing angry just thinking about all the problems and obstacles they had given her to access the Potter vaults.

They had been… hard years, the first years she had dedicated herself to making potions by correspondence, it was not the most glamorous job in the world, but it paid the bills.

Barely.

Years later, the position of professor at Hogwarts opened and Lily was able to breathe a little easier, however, her problems with Gringotts remained as present as so many years ago.

A thought for later, even more so upon hearing the annoying voice of Karkaroff.

“It is evident what is happening, that Hogwarts wants two bites from the same apple,” said the director, at his side, Madame Maxime nodded showing her support for Karkaroff’s words.

And then, Severus’s voice appeared, having arrived in the room like a shadow.

“Do not blame the headmaster for this disaster Igor, it is evident that this is Potter’s plan to—AHHHGHH”

The rising fury of Lily upon seeing Severus dare to blame her missing son for the disaster of the tournament dissipated instantly when she saw how a golden hand emerged from a kind of unknown rune on the floor of the room, and with the speed of a cobra seized Severus by the neck, applying just enough pressure to cause pain, at the same time lifting him slowly a couple of meters above the ground, being raised steadily toward a kind of golden runic portal, where, to the terror of both professors and champions, they watched completely powerless as the Potions professor’s head was submerged into the unknown portal, while the rest of Severus’s body twisted violently, clearly terrified.

“MR. POTTER!” shouted Albus, stunned, watching as Severus’s body writhed, however, her Harry simply ignored the professor, counting slowly out loud.

“Three, two, one" and an instant later, her son’s eyes shone again, causing the hand that held Severus’s head inside the portal to disappear, making the greasy wizard descend to the ground, completely terrified and stunned, coughing with difficulty, curiously, his head was completely wet, as if it had been submerged in water.

His black eyes looked with absolute terror and pleading toward Harry, who responded with the grace and elegance of a Lord.

Total indifference.

“Your hair was dirty, so I took the liberty of giving you a bath in the beautiful and calm waters of Leyndell, did you see my pet?” her son asked, taking a step forward and taking total control of the room, silencing everyone with his mere presence.

Severus, completely terrified, simply nodded, while whispering.

“Yes…”

Alas, apparently, Harry would not let him go so easily.

“Yes… what?” he asked, focusing his bicolored gaze on the now trembling figure of Severus.

“Yes, my Lord,” said Severus, with complete submission before Harry, making him nod calmly, as if Severus’s response did not surprise him in the slightest.

“Cause me trouble again, and I will make sure your body becomes his chew toy for the next century,” her son threatened, his eyes shining with overwhelming magical power.

What… what the hell had her son shown Severus to terrify him so much?

Truth be told, she did not really care, her former friend had insulted her son, on the very same damned day he had returned to the magical world, a small punishment, even a vindictive part of her looked with approval and pleasure at seeing her son dominate and subdue the annoying man with alarming ease.

A Lord in every sense of the word, Lily thought with pride, as she slowly rubbed her thighs against each other, feeling an interesting warmth between her legs at the overwhelming power that Harry possessed.

She had been the pillar, the strong one, the one making decisions for so long, but that was a thing of the past.

Harry would take care of everything, the redhead thought with complete calm and confidence.

And apparently, Lily had not been the only one to enjoy Harry’s intense display, considering the full-body shiver and the intense eyes focused on her son coming from the young Delacour.

Focus, Lily, she reprimanded herself, as she cautiously observed how the foolish Ministry workers began to talk about the first task, and about the following contracts they would now have to sign and a thousand more nonsense, at least until Harry responded with certainty to something Crouch had said.

“Why do you keep speaking as if I were going to participate in this circus?” he asked calmly, silencing Crouch’s monotonous speech.

The wizard with the dreadful mustache looked at her son with a frown and replied.

“Your name came out of the Goblet, therefore, you must compete in the—” he tried to say, only to be interrupted sharply by Harry.

“The Goblet is destroyed, I shattered it upon my arrival and with it, all binding magic attached to your… what did you call it? Tournament? There is no reason or motive for me to participate in this circus, I am only here to obtain answers,” said her son sharply, placing his enormous hand on Lily’s back, an action that, for some reason, made her magic shiver carefully, as if Harry’s own magic was claiming her as his.

A sensation she did not dislike at all, she thought with a certain guilt, it had been so long since a man had touched her…

At that moment, Ludo Bagman stepped forward with a smiling face, although Lily could identify the desperation in his expression.

“But my Lord Potter, think of the glory, the fame, the prestige and a thousand galleons as prize!” he said, somehow catching Harry’s attention, making her son stroke his chin with interest, to Lily’s disbelief.

“A thousand galleons? That is a lot of ships, the girls in Leyndell would appreciate them in the Harbor” he said to himself, as he turned to look at the mysterious women who called themselves his wives, who nodded softly.

“A thousand ships would save us quite some time, and we can use this year as a marital retreat, I am sure this world has much to offer,” said the blonde, Marika, Lily remembered, as she looked her up and down with the grace of a hunter observing prey.

Lily watched with amusement the result of the confusion, and although Bagman and Crouch wanted to interrupt to clarify it, Harry simply did not allow them.

“Perfect, however, I will not sign any contract, you have my word as Sovereign of Leyndell that I will be here on the day of the task, but for now, there are more important things to do,” he said, completely disregarding the participants and organizers of the tournament, focusing entirely on her.

Lily swallowed when she saw Harry walking toward her, staring at her, claiming her without any action being necessary.

“I believe we have a pending conversation,” he said, making Lily lower her gaze and nod softly.

“That is right, we can talk at our home, it will also be necessary that you visit Gringotts to claim the Potter assets, they are yours and have been frozen since your disappearance,” Lily replied, making her son nod softly.

“Then let us not waste time,” he said, looking directly into her eyes, which shone for an instant, as if he were searching for something within her.

“Potter Cottage, Godric’s Hollow,” Harry whispered to himself, surprising her.

“Yes, that… that is the address,” said Lily, making Harry nod, at the same time another golden threshold, like the one her son had used to arrive at Hogwarts, appeared at his side.

“After you,” he said, calmly gesturing toward the mysterious portal.

Lily watched as her son’s three women entered without hesitation, followed by Dalia, her daughter, who did not miss the opportunity to escape Hogwarts at least for one night.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Albus stepped forward and tried to take control again.

“Mr. Potter, I do not consider it prudent that—” however, the headmaster’s words stopped the moment Harry somehow erased his mouth.

“Your voice is annoying and your condescending tone even more so, this beautiful lady claims to be my mother, a fact I will confirm tonight, do not interfere in my affairs, for your own good”

And after those words, Harry took Lily by the lower back, guiding her toward the portal, before the incredulous, powerless—and in the case of Miss Delacour, envious—stares.

Although any thought that was not Harry disappeared the moment she crossed the threshold.

She had to recover the lost time with her beloved son.

Everything else simply did not matter, they had too much lost time to recover.

And a group of goblins to put in their place.

Harry Potter, Godric’s Hollow.

The Elden King crossed the threshold and arrived at the location he obtained from the mind of the beautiful red-haired woman.

It was a humble place, a tiny house and apparently with nothing out of the ordinary, and yet…

It felt strangely familiar, for some reason.

At his side, Lily said with caution and a bit of embarrassment.

“It is here,” while she began to walk with Dalia, his supposed sister, Harry and his wives behind both of them, enjoying the view.

“They will be ours, right?” Marika asked in his mind, her eyes observing the hypnotic sway of both redheads, Dalia and Lily were so different and so beautiful at the same time…

“Of course they will be, if they truly are my mother and my sister I will not leave them in this pigsty, they will have places of honor in Leyndell, at the foot of the throne,” he said with determination.

Marika looked pleased, while Ranni took the opportunity and murmured.

“I also saw interesting witches in that school, weak but useful in their own way, a coven of witches devoted to your service my love, trained to honor and pray to their God,” said his mischievous witch, scheming once again.

“Enough,” he said, silencing her, apparently he would have to apply another correction to Ranni, although at this point he doubted how effective they really were.

Something within him made him suspect that she enjoyed the “punishments” he gave her.

In a short time, Lily opened the door of the humble home, and said.

“Come in, I know it is not much, but… things have not been very good, to say the least,” she said with a grimace, making Harry frown the moment he entered.

“What do you mean?” he asked with curiosity, observing the place critically, it was small and simple, quite different from the palace of Leyndell, and yet…

There was a certain nostalgia in these walls.

“The goblins, terrible and opportunistic creatures, are in charge of safeguarding the wealth of magical families, including the Potters, for years they have given me trouble and have denied me access to the family fortune, they have been hard years, but Dalia and I have managed to get ahead,” said the one who claimed to be his mother with a smile, while taking Dalia’s hand, his supposed sister, who had remained silent throughout the entire experience, looking at him with evident interest.

“I see, then that is a something that we must solve,” said Harry seriously, willing to solve this problem as soon as possible.

“But first, we have a pending conversation,” said the Elden King, causing a throne to appear behind him, taking a seat with complete calm.

Without the need for a word, Marika, Ranni and Melina formed a circle, causing their own thrones to appear, taking their seats calmly.

“This place is… quaint, unworthy of our king or his family, Ranni, make the necessary changes,” ordered Marika, while looking around with a frown.

The red-haired sorceress simply raised a hand, her beautiful eyes shining with a golden glow, causing the quaint room to change completely, obtaining an imperial appearance, of extreme wealth and with clear influence from the architecture of the Palace of Leyndell.

“Damn!” whispered the young woman called Dalia, as she looked around in absolute surprise.

“Lily, Dalia, come here and take a seat,” Harry ordered calmly, startling both of them, making both redheads look at each other with hesitation.

The order had been clear and both knew perfectly well which seat Harry was referring to, so, holding hands, both redheads walked toward the throne that the Elden King occupied, sitting cautiously on Harry’s lap, who took their hips and drew them closer to his massive figure.

The Elden King smiled in satisfaction as he heard both redheads sigh while his magic wrapped them like a soft and warm blanket.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, while caressing the thighs of both with slow and gentle movements, smiling to himself as he saw how both shivered at the intimate gesture.

“Yes, brother”
“Yes, Harry”

Both responded, relaxed and completely surrendered to the moment, Marika, Ranni and Melina watched with amusement, as if this outcome was… inevitable.

Perhaps it was.

The journey to this place had been unexpected, but that did not mean he could not make the most of it, from what little he had been able to deduce, this kingdom possessed its own magic, full of possibilities and curiosities waiting to be discovered.

“Start from the beginning, you say you are my mother and sister, I want details, all that you can, leave nothing out, afterward… we will talk about the future,” said Harry, making himself comfortable on his throne.

He would be here for a while, after all.

Lily was the first to speak, beginning with a magical war, the role that she and his father, Lord James Potter, had in it, as well as the tragic outcome seventeen years ago.

“You were very small, your father… your father was betrayed and murdered, a former friend of your father, a cowardly wizard named Peter, sold the secret of our refuge, your father fought, but… it was not enough, afterward… afterward that beast walked toward us, toward the room where Dalia, you and I were, and for a moment I thought that would be the end, that I would die just like James, but…”

“But it was not so,” said Harry, caressing Lily’s leg while channeling his magic, calming her and helping her finish telling the story.

Lily shook her head, while tears ran down her beautiful eyes.

“It was not so, Voldemort… he pushed me out of the way, stunning me for a moment and leaving you defenseless before him, you… you were so brave, you stood in front of your sister, protecting her,” said the redhead with a radiant smile, although the tears did not stop falling, while her body trembled slightly.

And Harry could not help but feel compassion.

He was the Elden King, Lord, Sovereign and God of the Lands Between, he had lived centuries, destroyed a decadent kingdom and forged a new world from nothing, he was the Father of entire civilizations and was worshipped by thousands.

And even so, the connection with these women was undeniable, there was a much deeper bond, a powerful one that simply could not be fabricated.

The woman sitting on his lap was telling the truth, they were his family, his mother and sister, and therefore…

Royalty of Leyndell, by his decree.

And he swore by the Great Tree that both Dalia and Lily would never again go through the precarious conditions they had endured all these years.

“There is no need for you to say anything more, mother, everything is fine, I will take care of everything,” he said softly, enjoying the way the red-haired woman simply sighed in relief and curled against his chest, crying without any apparent control, the iron control she had maintained completely broken and with no sign of stopping.

Harry simply embraced her, letting her vent calmly, an act he also replicated with his sister, who seemed quite comfortable in his arms.

Years of frustration, unleashed in the arms of her son, that valve finally being released, and Harry, the son, gave her all the time in the world to compose herself.

But Harry, the king… wanted… demanded… retribution, demanded answers, and he would obtain them, one way or another.

He would visit those goblins, and he hoped they would be able to give him a proper explanation.

For their own sake, he had already exterminated entire races in the past, one more would not represent any problem at all.

But that… that could wait, his mother and his sister needed him, and that was the only thing that mattered for now.