Becoming Hadrian Churchill

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Political RPF
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), Sirius
Black/Amelia Bones, Cedric Diggory/?, Fleur Delacour & Cedric
Diggory & Viktor Krum & Harry Potter
Character: Harry Potter, Winston Churchill, George VI of the United Kingdom,
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Joseph Stalin, Dwight Eisenhower, Original
Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Cedric Diggory,
Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Ron
Weasley, Molly Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny
Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore
Being an Asshole, World War II, Harry is Lord Potter, The Noble and
Most Ancient House of Black, Kidnapping, Alternate History,
Assassination Attempt(s), Complicated Relationships, Not Canon
Compliant, No Horcruxes, No Smut, American Politics, American
Presidents, History Jokes, Crack Treated Seriously, This Is Why We
Can't Have Nice Things, Self-Indulgent, Ron Weasley Bashing, Molly
Weasley Bashing, Ginny Weasley Bashing, BAMF Harry Potter, Cedric
Diggory Lives, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Breaking the Fourth Wall, The
Author Regrets Nothing, Major Original Character(s)
Series: Part 1 of The Prime Minister's Boy
Stats: Published: 2019-04-22 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3248

Becoming Hadrian Churchill

by IntelligentDreams

Summary

After Crouch's attempt to Portkey-ify the Triwizard Cup goes awry, Harry Potter winds up
on the floor of Gringotts Bank, where he learns some....startling things about his parentage,
and comes into a surprising inheritance.

Look out, world--Hadrian Winston Churchill, the lost son of Britain's legendary Prime
Minister, has finally returned, and he's not happy!

Notes
This is something I wrote to indulge my own interests and preferences. If it is not to your
taste, or you find the historical aspect of this too inaccurate (which it kind of is--that's what
alternate histories are for, after all!), then just hit the back button up there in the corner and
look for something else to read! Comments are much appreciated, though, and any flames
will be used to toast marshmallows.
 Becoming

Cedric was standing feet from the Triwizard Cup, which was gleaming behind him.

"Take it, then," Harry panted to Cedric. "Go on, take it. You're there."

But Cedric didn't move. He merely stood there, looking at Harry. Then he turned to stare at the cup.
Harry saw the longing expression on his face in its golden light. Cedric looked around at Harry
again, who was now holding onto the hedge to support himself. Cedric took a deep breath.

"You take it. You should win. That's twice you've saved my neck in here." "That's not how it's
supposed to work," Harry said. He felt angry; his leg was very painful, he was aching all over from
trying to throw off the spider, and after all his efforts, Cedric had beaten him to it, just as he'd beaten
Harry to ask Cho to the ball. "The one who reaches the cup first gets the points. That's you. I'm
telling you, I'm not going to win any races on this leg."

Cedric took a few paces nearer to the Stunned spider, away from the cup, shaking his head.

"No," he said.

"Stop being noble," said Harry irritably. "Just take it, then we can get out of here."

Cedric watched Harry steadying himself, holding tight to the hedge.

"You told me about the dragons," Cedric said. "I would've gone down in the first task if you hadn't
told me what was coming."

"I had help on that too," Harry snapped, trying to mop up his bloody leg with his robes.

"You helped me with the egg - we're square."

"I had help on the egg in the first place," said Cedric.
"We're still square," said Harry, testing his leg gingerly; it shook violently as he put weight on it; he
had sprained his ankle when the spider had dropped him.

"You should've got more points on the second task," said Cedric mulishly. "You stayed behind to get
all the hostages. I should've done that."

"I was the only one who was thick enough to take that song seriously!" said Harry bitterly. "Just
take the cup!"

"No," said Cedric.

He stepped over the spider's tangled legs to join Harry, who stared at him. Cedric was serious. He
was walking away from the sort of glory Hufflepuff House hadn't had in centuries.

"Go on," Cedric said. He looked as though this was costing him every ounce of resolution he had,
but his face was set, his arms were folded, he seemed decided.

Harry looked from Cedric to the cup. For one shining moment, he saw himself emerging from the
maze, holding it. He saw himself holding the Triwizard Cup aloft, heard the roar of the crowd, saw
Cho's face shining with admiration, more clearly than he had ever seen it before . . . and then the
picture faded, and he found himself staring at Cedric's shadowy, stubborn face.

"Both of us," Harry said.

"What?"

"We'll take it at the same time. It's still a Hogwarts victory. We'll tie for it."

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms.

"You - you sure?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah . . . we've helped each other out, haven't we? We both got here. Let's just
take it together."

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn't believe his ears; then his face split in a grin.

"You're on," he said. "Come here."

He grabbed Harry's arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup
stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand out over one of the cup's gleaming handles.

"On three, right?" said Harry. "One - two - three -"

He and Cedric both grasped a handle.

Instantly, Harry felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not
unclench the hand holding the Triwizard Cup; it was pulling him onward in a howl of wind and
swirling color, Cedric at his side.

(From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)

It happened instantly.

The world was a mass of swirling colors and sounds, and then his feet slammed into the ground.
Harry let out a yelp of pain as his injured leg buckled, the Triwizard Cup slipping out of his hand
when he suddenly fell forward.

Taking a moment to get his bearings about him, the Boy Who Lived glanced around, trying to figure
out where they were. So the Triwizard Cup was a portkey....interesting...

A hint of surprise flickered aross Harry’s face when he recognized their current location: the inside of
Gringotts Wizarding Bank, the entity run by goblins wherein all of wizarding Britain’s gold was
stored. This surprise was reflected on Cedric’s face--neither boy could fathom why the Cup had
brought them here. Surely it would have brought them back to Hogwarts?
“INTRUDERS! UNAUTHROIZED PORTKEY IN THE HALLOWED HALLS OF
GRINGOTTS!”

Harry jerked up at the sudden shout, his eyes widening as he saw the goblin tellers running towards
him and Cedric, some of them with swords in hand. Cedric gasped at the sight, drawing his wand
hastily from his pocket and instinctively pointing it at the belligrent creatures.

“Easy there, Cedric. We don’t wanna piss them off. They manage our money, after all.” Harry
muttered to him, and the Hufflepuff champion lowered his wand, a sheepish look on his face. He had
to admid to himself that Harry had a point, though he wasn’t sure how comfortable he felt with the
idea of lowering his wand while facing an angry horde of goblin accountants.

Luckily for the two of them, Harry managed to act on his instincts, stepping forward and lifting his
hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Please, pardon us for the intrusion.” Harry said softly, his tone gentle yet commanding. “My
companion and I had no intention to intrude upon your world--it appears we are merely victims of a
rather complex plan gone wrong. No harm is intended to you or any of your people.”

Cedric eyed Harry, wondering when the Hell Dumbledore’s Golden Boy had gotten to be this smart.
He had never heard the younger teenager talk in such a formal manner before, not even while he was
dealing with any of Hogwarts’ Professors. Shrugging, he filed the information away for later,
deciding that now wasn’t the time to ask him about this development.

“Mr. Potter! At last--we’ve been wondering when we would see you!”

A goblin was practically sprinting towards them, sweat dripping down his face as if he had just run a
marathon. Harry’s eyes lit up as he recognized that goblin as Griphook, the very first magical
creature he had ever met and the goblin that had shown him to his vault in first year.

“That’s Griphook. He showed me to my vault in first year.” Harry whispered in Cedric’s ear, and the
boy nodded absentmindedly, still feeling uneasy about the entire situation.

Griphook raised an eyebrow as he listened in on the Potter boy’s conversation, surprised that Potter
had even remembered his name. It was rare for a wizard to do that, as they often believed goblins to
be below them, and not worth interacting with even though goblins were the ones who handled their
money.

Well aware of the magic that had brought the two champions here--that highly illegal portkey sitting
no more than two feet away from the Boy who Lived--, Griphook decided to deal with that situation
first, waving a hand of dismissal in the direction of the goblins that had originally approached Harry.
As an account manager for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Churchill, he had a high amount
of power within Gringotts, though not as much as Director Ragnok or any of his Senior Advisors. It
was this power that gave him the grounds to command others below him, but he usually only used
that power in the most important situations.

“You remember me, Mr. Potter?”

“Well, of course! It’s hard to forget the first goblin you ever met, especially when you’ve been raised
in the muggle world your entire youth.”

Griphook nodded, able to see the validity in Potter’s words.

“I can see the wisdom in that, boy.” The goblin amended, before allowing his tone to grow more
stern and annoyed. “Now tell me. Why on Earth haven’t you been answering our letters? We’ve
been writing you every year since you turned twelve, requesting a meeting with you to go over your
accounts, and you haven’t responded!”

Cedric’s breath hitched at that, his eyes widening slightly. To him, a Heir Apparent to an Ancient
and Noble House, the idea of not responding to Gringotts mail was abhorrent, one he loathed with
every fibre of his being. His father had always drilled it into him that goblins were creatures to be
respected, due to their fine accounting abilities, and not responding to their requests for a meeting
was seen as a serious offense.

“Dear god....” Cedric sighed, rubbing his temples. “Harry, be careful what you say. You might be in
some serious shit right now if you aren’t cautious.”

Cedric couldn’t believe he was the one who had to help clean up this mess. Of all people, why the
hell did it have to be him? Oh yeah....because his family had been cursed with rotten luck (literally,
but that’s a long story; we’ll get to it later), and therefore he tended to find himself in the strangest of
situations.

“Wait, what? I was supposed to be getting mail from you guys?!” Harry gasped, shock flickering
across his face momentarily. “But I never....I never...Hell, I didn’t get any mail from the Wizarding
World until I was eleven, when my Hogwarts letter came!”

Griphook’s frown deepened at that, as did Cedric’s.

“I see we have much to talk about then, Mr. Potter. How about if you and Mr. Diggory follow me to
my office, then?”

With that, he turned around and left, not even waiting for the two boys to follow him.

The events that transpired shortly after, needless to say, would change history.

Literally.
 Revelations

The small group soon arrived in Griphook’s office, and Harry took the opportunity to look around.

The office was designed to look like something one would see from an average muggle business--a
large, ornate desk made of dark-colored mahogany wood, a similarly colored, comfortable-looking
leather chair, and various relics lining the desk’s perimiter. Cedric noticed in particular a small bronze
plaque sitting near a pile of quills, which read: “There is no limit to what one can do or where one
can go if they do not mind who gets the credit.”

“Ronald Reagan, huh?” Cedric raised an eyebrow, recalling reading about a similar plaque in
American President Ronald Reagan’s office during his four-year term (His father had always insited
that Cedric be exposed to the histories of nations all over the world, not just that of England). “I
wasn’t aware the Goblins of Gringotts followed American politics so closely--I thought you all
mainly dealt with British customers.”

“Oh, we get the occasional American customer every once in a while. The Noble House of
Roosevelt, for example, has been one of Gringotts’ most profitable customers, mainly due to the
large impact its members have had on history.” Griphook informed the young Hufflepuff, inwardly
admiring the lad’s curiosity and knowledge of history. “But this plaque in particular was a gift from
Nathaniel Reagan, the aforementioned President’s famed wizarding brother. You might know him,
Cedric, as the man who invented the truth potion Veritaseurm.”

“Hm, interesting. I’ll have to research him later.” Cedric shrugged, sitting down into one of the chairs
facing Griphook’s desk.

“Anyways.” Griphook cleared his throat, bringing the conversation back to business. “Mr. Potter...”
He trailed off, unsure of how to approach this. “For you not to receive letters from Gringotts,
something must be wrong. Like, seriously wrong. As in a potential mail diversion ward placed on
your person or home.”

Harry frowned at that, his eyebrows furrowing as he pondered that statement. “But who would do
that to me? Who....why...how?!” He exclaimed, struggling to control and contain his emotions.

“There’s a very simple way we can answer those questions, Mr. Potter. We here at Gringotts believe
the person responsible to be Albus Wulfric Dumbledore, who has been listed in our records as your
magical guardian. If we want to prove that theory to be true, then we must take an Inheritance and
Familial Relations Test. Not only will that indicate any potential families you could be the Heir of, it
will also identify any magical blocks that could be placed on your person, such as a mail redirection
ward, so they can be removed as soon as possible.”

“Alright. If that is what it takes to get to the bottom of this issue, then so be it.” Harry said softly, and
Griphook inwardly smiled at the determined expression that found its way onto the face of the Boy-
Who-Lived, knowing they were all one step closer to the truth.

Moments later, Griphook had set up the test, and Harry had completed the...well... preliminary steps,
which basically just involved him placing twelve drops of blood on a specially charmed piece of
parchment. Having never completed an inheritance test himself--he had always known he was Heir
of House Diggory--, Cedric was quite curious about this process, and had a few questions for
Griphook.

“Pardon me for asking, but is there a reason inheritance tests happen mostly at Gringotts? I was
reading a book on Wizarding Heritage the other day and it mentioned that Gringotts was the only
one of seven banks around the world that offered inheritance tests. With the sheer size of the
wizarding population, surely more than just seven banks would offer them?” The Hufflepuff asked,
genuinely interested in this issue.

“Yeah, and shouldn’t we get going soon? I mean, we were right in the middle of the Triwizard
Tournament, so they’re probably going to start getting worried soon.” Harry threw in his own
question, one he was rather worried about given his status as the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Why Mr. Diggory, with the amount of questions you are asking of me, one might think you were
sorted into Ravenclaw during your first year at Hogwarts!” Griphook joked, letting out a quiet
chuckle. Harry and Cedric exchanged a look--most goblins didn’t have a sense of humor, but then
again, as Harry would realize over the course of a very profitable alliance, Griphook wasn’t like
“most goblins”.

“To answer Mr. Diggory’s question, so few banks do the Inheritance Test because of the charmed
parchment required to complete it. While any parchment will do, it’s the charms themselves that are
the complicated part. Those tricky little buggers were first discovered by one Othello Churchill back
in 1930, when he sought to determine his eligibility to inherit any muggle Lordships that may have
bypassed his more famous brother Winston. Although Churchill enchanted twenty pieces of
parchment at the request of the Goblin Nation, only fourteen remain today, and they are split evenly
among the seven banks that specialize in this type of testing. No records remain of the original
charms he used to enchant the parchment.”

“Ah, makes sense.” Cedric nodded, his curiosity satisfied...for now.

With that, Griphook turned his attention to the Potter boy.

“As for your question, lad, all Gringotts offices--no matter the rank of a particular goblin--are
charmed for time compression, meaning that time accelerates at a faster rate here than it does in the
outside world. If you were to spend, say, three days in here, then it would only count as one hour in
the outside world. There’s no particular conversion rate; it all depends on the magical strength and
power of the occupants. For you two in particular, I believe two hours spent in here will equal fifteen
minutes in the outside world, so I wouldn’t worry too much. They won’t go looking for you until the
time to complete the task is up.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief, his worries and fears assuaged for the time being as the group fell into a
comfortable silence.

It was Cedric who broke that silence moments later when he let out a gasp, his eyes wide.

“Oh my god, Harry....your results...” He trailed off, looking at the parchment in shock.

Harry’s gaze followed Cedric’s, and he too gasped when he saw them, unable to believe what he
was reading.

“No way. There must be some sort of mistake! That just...that just isn’t possible!”

GRINGOTTS BANK ~ LONDON BRANCH

INHERITANCE AND FAMILIAL RELATIONS EXAMINATION

NAME

Hadrian Winston Spencer-Churchill (Birth)

Hadrian James Potter (Blood Adopted)

DATE OF BIRTH

31 July 1908 (Original)

31 July 1981 (Modified)

MOTHER

Clementine Oglivy Spencer-Churchill née Hozier (Birth)

Lilian Magdalene Potter née Evans (Blood Adopted)

FATHER

Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill (Birth)

James Charlus Potter (Blood Adopted)

MAGICAL GUARDIAN

Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill (Original)

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (Modified)

GODFATHER

His Majesty George VI of the United Kingdom (Fate-Chosen)

Sirius Orion Black (Modified)

GODMOTHER

Elizabeth Angela Marguerite Bowes-Lyon, the Queen Mother (Fate-Chosen)

Alice Nicoletta Longbottom (Modified)

HEIRSHIPS AND LORDSHIPS

Note: If the customer has undergone a Blood Adoption in the past, then he or she will inherit not
only Lord/Heirships from their biological family but those from their adoptive family as well. It is
also worth noting that if the customer is the last member of a particular family, then he or she has
permission to take the Lordship of that family immediately.

Churchill (Biological Father)-HEIR

Hozier (Biological Mother)-HEIR

Black (Modified Godfather)-HEIR

Potter (Adoptive Father)-LORD

Peverell (Adoptive Father)-LORD

Gryffindor (Adoptive Father)-LORD

Romanov (Adoptive Mother)-LORD

Evans (Adoptive Mother)-LORD

Slytherin (Conquest)-LORD

Gaunt (Conquest)-LORD

Harry set down the parchment, his hands shaking. He couldn’t believe it--questions were circulating
through his head at a terrifying rate, as the role he had worked so hard to establish in the Wizarding
World came crashing down around his ears, as the lies he had been living became revealed for the
room’s occupants to see.

“Hadrian Winston Spencer-Churchill.” He whispered, his eyes glued on where it listed his birth
name near the top of the parchment. “Isn’t Churchill dead by now? How the fuck....?”

“I know you have questions, Mr. Potter, but perhaps you ought to look at the second piece of
parchment first. I bet that will be able to answer some of the questions you are about to ask me, but if
not, I will try my best to answer them when you are done.”

Harry nodded, numbly pulling the second piece of parchment close to him. He hadn’t even noticed
it, but now that it was in his hand, he found himself entranced by what it contained.

GRINGOTTS BANK ~ LONDON BRANCH

EXAMINATION: BLOCKS AND OTHER MAGICAL INCONVENIENCES

BLOCKS

Chronomagus Abilities ~ 100%

Occlumency Abilities ~ 100%

Elemental Abilities (Ice) ~ 100%

Accidential Magic ~ 95%

Intelligence Quotient (130) ~ 80%

Metamorphagus Abilities ~ 70%

Magical Core ~ 65%

POTIONS

Fidelitas ~ Keyed to Ronald Weasley, Albus Dumbledore

Amortentia ~ Keyed to Ginevra Weasley

Odium Populus ~ Keyed to Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, Dudley Dursley

LIFE DEBTS

Owed Life Debt by Ginevra Molly Weasley

Owed Life Debt by Peter Amadeus Pettigrew

SOUL BONDS

Undetermined

MISCALLANEOUS

Horcrux tied to Thomas Riddle

“I’ve...I’ve gotta be dreaming.”

That was all Harry managed to say before he dropped onto the floor in a dead faint, and was
overtaken by the smothering embrace of darkness.
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