Search Home Read Write Forum Login Register

“Samira! Stand back! He could be an imposter,” the King shouted rising from his throne.

 

“Guards!” Vlad called unleashing his wand, “Princess stand down.”

 

“Don’t hurt him!” Samira shouted guarding his body with her own, “Jarrett prove it!”

 

With a lazy flick of his wand Jarrett produced a silverly, snarling bull that charged for Vlad. Guests screamed and gave the patronus a wide berth, looking to the King for guidance.

 

“Stubborn as a bull,” he whispered more to himself, “your mother,” he laughed, “she wasn’t at all surprised when your patronus formed a bull. You were the most stubborn child we had ever seen.”

 

You could have heard a pin drop in the room as the crowd of wealthy guests watched with baited breath at the eight year reunion between father and son. The King’s eyes softened in a way Harry hadn’t seen before and for the first time he looked like a father.

 

Still protected by his sister Jarrett’s eyes were cold, “how could you let your daughter marry this old man?”

 

“Son, this is not the place, nor time,” the King gestured to the crowd.

 

“Son?” He laughed, “that’s rich! Eight years I was gone Father and you never bothered to find out where I was, when I know you have the means to do so. Lucky for you I’m here now and I have interesting news to share with the Kingdom.”

 

“We should sit together as a family,” he began.

 

“No! This has already been delayed far too long, ten years too long for me,” Jarrett resembled the snarling bull now.

 

“Jarrett, you’re shaking, what’s the matter,” Samira took her brother by the arm.

 

“Father didn’t tell you either then? I guess not,” he paused and looked his father in the eyes, “we were allowed to access Mother’s will once we turned 25 years old Samira, did you know that?”

 

“Is that true?” She looked to her father who had turned pale.

 

He nodded.

 

“And in that will it states,” he produced a rolled up parchment from his cloak, “My children are permitted to marry whoever they please on the agreement of the surviving family members.”

 

Silence pressed on the ears of everyone in the ballroom.

 

“Just how long were you going to keep this from us?” Samira said dangerously.

 

The King stood there, his mouth gaping, he started speaking so many times he looked like a fish gasping for water.

 

“Your father just wanted what was best for you Samira,” the Queen purred.

 

“With all due respect Alexia,” Samira looked daggers at her step mum, “shut the fuck up, you are not a part of this family and you never will be.”

 

“How dare you!” The Queen shrilled.

 

“Drop the act Alexia, you were thrilled when Jarrett left and you’ve been pushing for me to be married off for years,” Samira glared.

 

“I think we should call it a night,” the King said quietly, “everyone please leave.”

 

“You’ve changed Father, you always liked a party,” Jarret’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “you know I remember the last party I was here for, it was your wedding night Father and do you know how your loving wife wanted to start the honeymoon?”

 

“He’s lying!” Alexia grabbed the King’s hand, her eyes wide and strained.

 

“I thought you might say that, luckily my memory is as good as it ever was,” Jarret smirked and pulled a silvery strand from his temple, a memory that he shot into the sky. Above the guests heads an illuminated version of a younger Jarret and Queen Alexia came to life.

 

“The handsome Prince,” the Queen purred, “have you felt it too?”

 

Jarrett looked confused, “felt what?”

 

“This tension between us?” Queen Alexia touched his face tenderly.

 

“Definitely,” Jarret replied grabbing her around the waist.

 

A mixture of disgusted and surprised expressions rippled through the ballroom as the crowd watched the much older Queen kiss and touch the twenty year old Prince.

 

“Take me, in my wedding dress,” the Queen breathed heavily.

 

“Get off me!” Jarret pushed his step mother off him, wiping his mouth and spitting, “leave my Dad alone and leave this Kingdom. I know you’re just after his money and if you don’t I’ll tell him what you did to me tonight!”

 

“You little brat!” Alexia’s eyes turned to ice, “now I know why your Father wanted to get rid of you! You and your sister are spoilt little brats! Rude! Ungrateful!”

 

“At least we are honest, which is more than can be said for you,” Jarret smirked, “and a creep, what are you like thirty years older than me?”

 

Alexia’s face tensed, her words came out like poison, “your father told me, he wished you had died instead of your mother, he said you were the biggest regret of his life.”

 

The smirk vanished on Jarret’s face, his skin paled, the Queen may as well have stuck a knife in his chest.

 

The memory vanished.

 

“That was the night I left,” Jarret explained, the hurt still prevalent in his voice.

 

“Jarret, I never said those things!” The King’s eyes were pooled with tears, “Alexia, why would you… How could you?”

 

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Alexia’s voice was low and brittle, she raised her wand to Jarret.

 

“Don’t you dare!” Samira shot a protective shield in front of her and her brother.

 

Alexia let out a howl shooting more spells from her wand at random. Guests screamed and ran colliding into each other, some took shelter under tables, their expensive gowns forgotten as they dragged across the floor.

 

Harry looked around urgently, the other guards didn’t know what to do either, did they attack their Queen?

 

“Protect, do not aim at the Queen,” Vlad shouted before being knocked out by a group of guests and crashing into the Captain, he fell hard and cracked his head on the marble floors.

 

“The Princess,” Hermione shouted.

 

Harry could see her barrier was earning chinks it it’s shield, the barrage of spells Alexia sent their way were wearing it’s magic down. The trio ran to assist adding their magic to the protective charm.

The King made his way to his children, leaping over guests bodies on the floor, blood splattered and made his journey slippery.

 

Alexia saw her husband running towards his children, her eyes narrowed so dangerously it made Harry’s blood run cold.

 

“Narcissa!” Hermione shouted the name so loudly is broke through the screams in the room.

 

The Queen’s attention was diverted to Hermione and her wand aim was off she screamed ‘AVADA KEDAVRA!” The green light streamed out of her wand tip, reflecting off the protective shield and hitting her squarely in the chest.

 

The Queen was dead.

Track This Story: Feed


Write a Review

out of 10

JOIN HARRY POTTER FANFICTION


Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.

Register Today!