𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 (Harry Potter) [𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫]

𝗶𝘃. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰̧𝗼𝗶𝘀

The screen panned over to a different country. A boy, who looked the age of five, was sitting at a desk, an ancient book sitting in front of him.

A knock was heard. The boy turned around, a small "come in" was all he said. The door opened to reveal his grandfather. Well, his ghostly form. His grandparents died years ago.

"Theodore, how's the training coming along?" His grandfather asked.

"Fine," Theodore shrugged.

"Dad, who is that kid and why're you with him. . .?" James asked his father, Fleamont Potter.

"Do I look like I know, son?"

"You always know," James whispered loud enough for only his parents to hear.

"I'm going to visit Father now," was all Theodore said, walking elegantly away.

Theodore walked into a room, the camera shifted in front of a portrait. The portrait of none other than the deceased James Potter.

"Potter did you have an affair?!" Lily shrieked.

"Why would I do that?" James scoffed.

"The boy," the Beaxtons student said. "He's in the House of Lefrançois."

"Who are you?" A Hufflepuff asked.

"Diana Lefrançois, pureblood."

Lily stared at the girl. She knew something was off.

"Father, where's mother?" Theodore.

"Mingling, probably with her scar-"

"James Fleamont Potter!" A woman screamed through the portrait.

"Okay, what the hell?"

"Theodore, love, excuse your prat of a father, what is it that you need?" Theodore's mother, Diana smiled.

"You two had a child together!" Sirius screamed, pointing at the two.

"It seems so, Pads," James shrugged.

"Ana, love, you wound me!" James wailed dramatically.

"Potter, you're a prat," Diana said, rolling her eyes.

The two ignored him. "I'm curious, about my name," Theodore sighed.

"What is there to be confused about, Theodore Ereobus Lefrançois?"

"My last name. Why is it yours instead of Father's?"

"The first born has always taken the Lefrançois name. It's to ensure dominance over who we marry, though I might have the name Diana Potter née Lefrançois, I still have my maiden name," she explained.

"Wait. If you two are married, is Harry a bastard child?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked aloud.

"Barty we don't call children out of wedlock bastard children," Regulus hissed. "Something must've happened.

"Wait, James. She tops you?!" Sirius asked.

In response, James threw his shoe at the back of his head.

"It was in the marriage contract," James shrugged.

"After you courted me for months my parents would only accept you if you did that," Diana rolled her eyes. She could care less of that silly tradition.

"Dad. . . I know how mother died, but how did you die?"

James sucked in a breath. "When you meet him, you will know together."

"Who's him?!"

That was all they said before disappearing from the portrait. They only appeared randomly once a year and no one could figure out why.

"Theodore, take the glamour off your wrist. Be proud of your heritage," Euphemia floated in.

Right before anyone could see what was under the glamour, most of the people in the hall fell asleep.