Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Warnings: This is going to be slash & het. Don't like, then leave. I'm not forcing you to read my fanfic.
Interlude
Harry closed the photo album, shrinking it before placing it in the pocket of his school robe. He stood up before walking aimlessly through the Hogwarts Library. For a second year, Harry was pretty smart, even more so then his friend Hermione Granger. With no reason to hold back whilst by himself, he allowed himself to indulge in one of the things he loved most — reading. He was slowly, but surely, making his way through Hogwarts' extensive library, his thirst for knowledge helping him there.
It was while he was roaming through the aisles that he stumbled upon an aisle hidden near the back of the library. As he perused the titles he found that the books in this particular aisle were all dedicated to the Purebloods of the Wizarding World. Seeing an opportunity to learn more about the Potter line, Harry quickly tracked down the book and carefully pulled it down and brought it back to the table he had been using; it was in a section of the library that none of the students, or teachers, came near.
He placed it down on the table and carefully and in a reverent manner flipped the page and absorbed the available information on the early Potters. As he turned the page, Harry couldn't contain the gasp that wanted to make itself known upon the sight of one of the early Potters. He was stunning, with a face reminiscent of Harry's own, though it was obviously older and the only difference was that this Potter had amethyst eyes instead of the Harry's emerald ones. The bold text beneath the photo identified the man as Draevin Percival Potter. Curiously enough, beneath the brief description, in which it told of how the man died with his wife at sea due to an attack made my a navy vessel that had somehow mistaken his ship for a pirates, were a series of complicated squiggles. As Harry stared at the squiggles, they slowly formed words, which Harry, against his better judgment, read aloud. In a whirlwind of magic, Harry disappeared from the Hogwarts Library. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a pair of amethyst ones staring back at him.
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Draevin Percival Potter smiled at his adoptive son in amusement. A year ago, Harry had literally fell into Anna's and his own life; knowing that he was a future Potter with no way of returning home, the young couple had adopted him. As the son of two English aristocrats, Harry had received everything he could desire. The couple had tried to make up for his lost childhood at the hands of the Dursley's, and had spoiled him beyond imagination. Yet, not once did Harry become like the other rich children, he remained humble and kind to everyone, his heart as pure as it was upon his arrival. Though no one should have expected any different as he had only been there for a year.
At the moment, Anna and Draevin Potter had taken Harry on his first journey out to the Caribbean on the family ship for Harry's thirteenth birthday and so far, he was enjoying it if the laughter was anything to go by.
But all good things must come to an end, as Harry found out. A navy ship appeared in the distance and once it had gotten close enough, it began to fire at the vessel the Potter's were on. The young couple had not survived, but Harry had; he was left to float in the ocean only to bump into another child who went by the name of William Turner. The two didn't know it at that moment, but their lives would be intertwined from that moment on.
To Be Continued ...
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I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, or just read, this story! It means a lot to me.
Also, for the reviewer that asked me why Harry and Will had different social standings when they were both found in the same condition, I hope that cleared the confusion. As the only child of Anna and Draevin Potter, Harry had become their sole heir, as such he would have a higher standing than a normal orphan (well we know him as the son of a pirate).
Crystallyn