Harry Potter and The Rise of the Gr

Harry Potter and The Rise of the Grey Lords

Standard disclaimer; I do not own or claim any rights of ownership to the world of Harry Potter or the characters portrayed within it. I can only thank a brilliant original author J.K Rowling for allowing us to play in her world.

Summary: At the end of Harry's 3rd year, Sirius is kissed by the Dementor's and Harry learns some unbelievable truths. He gains some unusual and powerful allies that set him on a very different path.

There will be Dumbledore, Hermione, Weasley's and Ministry bashing.

Intelligent, powerful, political, Lord Harry. Not much here is cannon from the end of 3rd year and will concetrate on the ruthless use of political, positional and economic power.

AN: This chapter has been edited and some changes have been made and characters cut. (Edited 26thJan)

Prologue October 2005

It is a beautiful Autumn morning as 25 year old Lord Aries (Ari) Jamille Chambord-Peverall-Potter-Black, Duc de Bordeaux, Earl of Radnor, Hereford and Shropshire, heir of Slytherin and Griffindor and the youngest Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, stands on the balcony of his bedroom in his favourite home high over the Gironde River where the Garonne and Dordogne merge . As he stands there the early morning mist is rising above the swirling river below and the first rays of sunlight are beginning to make an appearance to the east, it really is the best time of day to view this breathtaking vista. Even after living in this home for 4 months of the year for the last twelve years he has never tired of this view, the feeling of peace and contentment that it engenderes in him. Behind him on their huge king size bed still asleep are his three beautiful wives.

Hearing a faint noise behind him, he reluctantly and quietly turned to room and closed the doors to keep the early morning chill off 'his beauties' as he affectionately called them. Another faint noise caused him to turn to meet the beautiful aquamarine eyes framed as they were by long dark golden eyelashes of his veela wife the Lady Fleur Appoline Delacour-Peverall-Chambord, the Duchesse de Bordeaux, Countess of Radnor, Comtesse de Grasse, Master Warder, Master Duellist and occasional fashion model.

At 5ft 8in tall with long smooth silver blonde hair, classically perfect features and a perfect toned 34C 22 34 figure. She was still as perfect as she was 10 years ago when she was 17 and he a bumbling 15 year old clueless teen. She was smoothly muscled with flawless smooth lightly tanned skin despite the birth of their son Jamille Louis, Viscount Lamarque 2 years ago. She was the personification of female allure and beauty, even more luminous at the moment 2 months into her second pregnancy.

Before she could ask the question he saw in her still sleep glazed eyes there was movement from beside her.

The Lady Susan Amelia Bones-Potter Countess of Hereford, Baroness Bones, Potions Master and the creator of the Lycanthropy cure opens her bright sparkling deep blue eyes framed by thick curling sooty black eyelashes and smiled sleepily at him. At 5ft 6in Susan was the shortest of his wives with a mane of untameable deep auburn hair that framed her face with natural cork screw curls. Her skin had a pale translucency only seen on true redheads. She has a triangular face, with small straight nose, slightly pointed chin, deep pink lips that appeard to be permanently smiling and mischievous she was quite simply gorgeous especially with her usual figure of 32D 22 33. Ari had to smile at her as she struggled to sit up which at 8 month pregnant was almost impossible without assistance; she was the vision of a fallen angel. She was quite simply irresistible and the epitome of innocent charm and delicate femininity. Before he could move forward to help her up a giggle was heard from next to her and he met the deep violet sultry eyes of his final wife.

The Lady Daphne Marie Greengrass-Black, Countess of Shropshire, Baroness Greenwitch, Master Healer and Charms Mistress. She was the tallest of his wives at 5ft 9in, her blue black hair fell in silky waves around her aristocratic beautiful oval shaped face with her almond shaped eyes almost obscured by long equally black eyelashes, high cheek bones and full red pouty lips completed the picture. Her 36DD 24 36 figure only more womanly following the birth of her daughter, the 18 month old princess of the family Lady Carina Luna Black, Baroness Blackstock. Daphne was quite simply the ultimate in female seduction.

One thing they all had in common was their intelligence, magical power and uncompromising love for their husband and mate.

They were known to the international wizarding world as the 'Three Graces' for their beauty, intelligence, power, accomplishments and loyalty.

All three of them looked at their husband wondering why he was awake at 7am on a Sunday and drinking in the sight of him as he stood highlighted in the early morning light, dressed only in a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms there was no trace of the bespectacled, scrawny, abused and disillusioned boy that had been known as Harry Potter. Except his eyes….those beautiful emerald green eyes which shone with love, confidence, intelligence, cunning and overwhelming power.

No, there was little trace of cute little Harry Potter in Aries Jamille Chambord Potter Black. The man who stood looking at them was the definition of male grace, elegance and beauty. He stood 6ft 3in tall with broad shoulders, tapering to narrow waist and hips with powerful thighs and drool worthy buttocks. He was sleekly muscled and gave the impression of leashed power and grace. The more wary and knowledgeable would recognise him as an apex predator. Which indeed he was in his animagus form of a black Leopard. His hair once a rats nest now hung in jet black waves to cover his shoulders, framing his face which took the best of his three parents; James' mouth, Sirius' high cheekbones and aristocratic look together with Lily's large almond shaped eyes and straight nose. When put together they gave a male beauty that was too refined to be called handsome but too masculine to be thought effeminate. Overall he was a reflection of his heritage and the most powerful wizard in the world.

As the first awake and more orientated than her sister wives Fleur pushed her hair out of her eyes and asked the question first 'Ari, what wrong? Why are you up so early?'

With a smile he replied 'Just observing my beauties and catching the sunrise. I have some outstanding paperwork to do for the Gnomes before the little beasties get up. Go back to sleep my loves. I do need to get this done then we will take the beasties riding while Susy rests '.

Fleur just huffed and looked a bit put out but kept quiet rather than admit that her son Jamille Louis was the beastie his doting daddy called him, instead she snuggled back down pulling Susan into her arms. The feisty Daphne however was not as restrained 'Aries Potter-Black my daughter is not a beastie'.

He laughed and smiled the cheeky smile, James Potters smile and responded 'No my darling your daughter Lady Carina Black is the beautiful, polite, well behaved Black Princess. My daughter Cari, however is a wilful, scheming, manipulative, conniving little witch…. In short a beastie'.

Daphne tried to fight it but a smile tugged at her lips, she couldn't be angry with him for long so with a sigh she lay back and snuggled into the other side of Susan before 'I have to agree, but its your own fault. Can't you say no to her just once?'

The shock, panic and disbelief on his face were evident 'S… no to my baby girl' he gulped 'she cries and she looks at me with tears in her eyes and she's so beautiful' he really sounded appalled at the thought of saying no to his little princess.

Daphne sighed and snuggled in closer ' You are a whimp, I'll talk to her later darling go get your work done or get in here and start making a brother for her'.

He looked tempted by the thought and his eyes suddenly flared with passion, but it died as he remembered what he was thinking of before his Beauties woke up. 'Later my loves, get some rest and I'll see you at lunch'.

After following his morning routine he waved his hand drying his hair and tying it back in its usual loose low tail.

Following a quick breakfast of croissants and preserves he sighed and waved to his elf . 'Thank you Jules, I will be in my study until lunch. Please see that I am not disturbed'. With coffee in hand Aries sat down in his chair in what was a magical version of a comfortable executive office.

The sigh that escaped him was one of pleasure and contentment as the chair moulded to him and he looked around the room that his maternal grandfather had once managed his estate and job as the Head of the French Department of Law Enforcement from.

With a smile playing around his lips he looked at the picture of his wives and children and closest friends taken a month ago and looked at his children his princess Carina who was the image of her mother except for his eyes, she was being hugged by her godmother Luna Malfoy and tugging on the back of her godfather the new Minister of Magic Neville Coker Longbottoms robes whilst his wives Pansy and Astoria laughed at her, while desperately holding onto their sons Franklin and Louis .

Jamille again looked just like his mother, except his silvery blond hair was just as untameable as his grandfathers had been, he also had the vivid emerald green Chambord eyes. In the photo the little demon was trying to run away, whilst, he was being held back by his godfather Draco from getting into any more trouble, he was laughing and holding out his hands to his godmother Hanna Abbott-Zabini to rescue him.

Stood looking on her husband Blaise who had a similar grip on his godson Scorpius Malfoy who wanted to go back to causing mayhem with his cousin and best friend Jamie.

Ari himself was stood with his arm around his pregnant pocket venus Susan and D

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Harry Potter và sự nổi lên của các lãnh chúa màu xám Tuyên bố từ chối tiêu chuẩn; Tôi không sở hữu hoặc yêu cầu bồi thường bất kỳ quyền nào của quyền sở hữu để thế giới của Harry Potter hoặc các ký tự miêu tả bên trong nó. Tôi chỉ có thể cảm ơn một tác giả bản gốc rực rỡ JK Rowling cho phép chúng tôi chơi trong thế giới của mình. Tóm tắt: Vào cuối năm thứ 3 của Harry, Sirius hôn bởi của Dementor và Harry học một số sự thật không thể tin được. Ông thu một số đồng minh khác thường và mạnh mẽ mà đặt ông trên một con đường rất khác nhau.Sẽ có Dumbledore, Hermione, của Weasley và bộ bashing.Thông minh, mạnh mẽ, chính trị, Chúa Harry. Không nhiều ở đây là pháo từ cuối năm thứ 3 và sẽ concetrate về việc sử dụng tàn nhẫn của quyền lực chính trị, định vị và kinh tế.MỘT: Chương này đã được chỉnh sửa và một số thay đổi đã được thực hiện và ký tự cắt. (Chỉnh sửa 26thJan)Đầu tháng 10 2005It is a beautiful Autumn morning as 25 year old Lord Aries (Ari) Jamille Chambord-Peverall-Potter-Black, Duc de Bordeaux, Earl of Radnor, Hereford and Shropshire, heir of Slytherin and Griffindor and the youngest Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, stands on the balcony of his bedroom in his favourite home high over the Gironde River where the Garonne and Dordogne merge . As he stands there the early morning mist is rising above the swirling river below and the first rays of sunlight are beginning to make an appearance to the east, it really is the best time of day to view this breathtaking vista. Even after living in this home for 4 months of the year for the last twelve years he has never tired of this view, the feeling of peace and contentment that it engenderes in him. Behind him on their huge king size bed still asleep are his three beautiful wives.Hearing a faint noise behind him, he reluctantly and quietly turned to room and closed the doors to keep the early morning chill off 'his beauties' as he affectionately called them. Another faint noise caused him to turn to meet the beautiful aquamarine eyes framed as they were by long dark golden eyelashes of his veela wife the Lady Fleur Appoline Delacour-Peverall-Chambord, the Duchesse de Bordeaux, Countess of Radnor, Comtesse de Grasse, Master Warder, Master Duellist and occasional fashion model.At 5ft 8in tall with long smooth silver blonde hair, classically perfect features and a perfect toned 34C 22 34 figure. She was still as perfect as she was 10 years ago when she was 17 and he a bumbling 15 year old clueless teen. She was smoothly muscled with flawless smooth lightly tanned skin despite the birth of their son Jamille Louis, Viscount Lamarque 2 years ago. She was the personification of female allure and beauty, even more luminous at the moment 2 months into her second pregnancy.Before she could ask the question he saw in her still sleep glazed eyes there was movement from beside her.The Lady Susan Amelia Bones-Potter Countess of Hereford, Baroness Bones, Potions Master and the creator of the Lycanthropy cure opens her bright sparkling deep blue eyes framed by thick curling sooty black eyelashes and smiled sleepily at him. At 5ft 6in Susan was the shortest of his wives with a mane of untameable deep auburn hair that framed her face with natural cork screw curls. Her skin had a pale translucency only seen on true redheads. She has a triangular face, with small straight nose, slightly pointed chin, deep pink lips that appeard to be permanently smiling and mischievous she was quite simply gorgeous especially with her usual figure of 32D 22 33. Ari had to smile at her as she struggled to sit up which at 8 month pregnant was almost impossible without assistance; she was the vision of a fallen angel. She was quite simply irresistible and the epitome of innocent charm and delicate femininity. Before he could move forward to help her up a giggle was heard from next to her and he met the deep violet sultry eyes of his final wife.The Lady Daphne Marie Greengrass-Black, Countess of Shropshire, Baroness Greenwitch, Master Healer and Charms Mistress. She was the tallest of his wives at 5ft 9in, her blue black hair fell in silky waves around her aristocratic beautiful oval shaped face with her almond shaped eyes almost obscured by long equally black eyelashes, high cheek bones and full red pouty lips completed the picture. Her 36DD 24 36 figure only more womanly following the birth of her daughter, the 18 month old princess of the family Lady Carina Luna Black, Baroness Blackstock. Daphne was quite simply the ultimate in female seduction.
One thing they all had in common was their intelligence, magical power and uncompromising love for their husband and mate.

They were known to the international wizarding world as the 'Three Graces' for their beauty, intelligence, power, accomplishments and loyalty.

All three of them looked at their husband wondering why he was awake at 7am on a Sunday and drinking in the sight of him as he stood highlighted in the early morning light, dressed only in a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms there was no trace of the bespectacled, scrawny, abused and disillusioned boy that had been known as Harry Potter. Except his eyes….those beautiful emerald green eyes which shone with love, confidence, intelligence, cunning and overwhelming power.

No, there was little trace of cute little Harry Potter in Aries Jamille Chambord Potter Black. The man who stood looking at them was the definition of male grace, elegance and beauty. He stood 6ft 3in tall with broad shoulders, tapering to narrow waist and hips with powerful thighs and drool worthy buttocks. He was sleekly muscled and gave the impression of leashed power and grace. The more wary and knowledgeable would recognise him as an apex predator. Which indeed he was in his animagus form of a black Leopard. His hair once a rats nest now hung in jet black waves to cover his shoulders, framing his face which took the best of his three parents; James' mouth, Sirius' high cheekbones and aristocratic look together with Lily's large almond shaped eyes and straight nose. When put together they gave a male beauty that was too refined to be called handsome but too masculine to be thought effeminate. Overall he was a reflection of his heritage and the most powerful wizard in the world.

As the first awake and more orientated than her sister wives Fleur pushed her hair out of her eyes and asked the question first 'Ari, what wrong? Why are you up so early?'

With a smile he replied 'Just observing my beauties and catching the sunrise. I have some outstanding paperwork to do for the Gnomes before the little beasties get up. Go back to sleep my loves. I do need to get this done then we will take the beasties riding while Susy rests '.

Fleur just huffed and looked a bit put out but kept quiet rather than admit that her son Jamille Louis was the beastie his doting daddy called him, instead she snuggled back down pulling Susan into her arms. The feisty Daphne however was not as restrained 'Aries Potter-Black my daughter is not a beastie'.

He laughed and smiled the cheeky smile, James Potters smile and responded 'No my darling your daughter Lady Carina Black is the beautiful, polite, well behaved Black Princess. My daughter Cari, however is a wilful, scheming, manipulative, conniving little witch…. In short a beastie'.

Daphne tried to fight it but a smile tugged at her lips, she couldn't be angry with him for long so with a sigh she lay back and snuggled into the other side of Susan before 'I have to agree, but its your own fault. Can't you say no to her just once?'

The shock, panic and disbelief on his face were evident 'S… no to my baby girl' he gulped 'she cries and she looks at me with tears in her eyes and she's so beautiful' he really sounded appalled at the thought of saying no to his little princess.

Daphne sighed and snuggled in closer ' You are a whimp, I'll talk to her later darling go get your work done or get in here and start making a brother for her'.

He looked tempted by the thought and his eyes suddenly flared with passion, but it died as he remembered what he was thinking of before his Beauties woke up. 'Later my loves, get some rest and I'll see you at lunch'.

After following his morning routine he waved his hand drying his hair and tying it back in its usual loose low tail.

Following a quick breakfast of croissants and preserves he sighed and waved to his elf . 'Thank you Jules, I will be in my study until lunch. Please see that I am not disturbed'. With coffee in hand Aries sat down in his chair in what was a magical version of a comfortable executive office.

The sigh that escaped him was one of pleasure and contentment as the chair moulded to him and he looked around the room that his maternal grandfather had once managed his estate and job as the Head of the French Department of Law Enforcement from.

With a smile playing around his lips he looked at the picture of his wives and children and closest friends taken a month ago and looked at his children his princess Carina who was the image of her mother except for his eyes, she was being hugged by her godmother Luna Malfoy and tugging on the back of her godfather the new Minister of Magic Neville Coker Longbottoms robes whilst his wives Pansy and Astoria laughed at her, while desperately holding onto their sons Franklin and Louis .

Jamille again looked just like his mother, except his silvery blond hair was just as untameable as his grandfathers had been, he also had the vivid emerald green Chambord eyes. In the photo the little demon was trying to run away, whilst, he was being held back by his godfather Draco from getting into any more trouble, he was laughing and holding out his hands to his godmother Hanna Abbott-Zabini to rescue him.

Stood looking on her husband Blaise who had a similar grip on his godson Scorpius Malfoy who wanted to go back to causing mayhem with his cousin and best friend Jamie.

Ari himself was stood with his arm around his pregnant pocket venus Susan and D