Harry had left the court to see the Lancastrian. He was sent to the Woodville Clan. Hermione smirked as though she knew something he did not. Well she probably did. Harry saw a beauty. A blonde haired mother (or sister) standing between two son. Harry rides to her.
"Lady!" Harry called out.
"SIr.." the lady said.
"What is your name."
"Elizabeth Wydeville sir."
"Harry Potter, ELizabeth." Harry was still on his horse. He got off it and tied it up. "Who are with you?"
"Thomas and Richard Grey, I had hopped to speak with the king over a land issue."
"The king is currently otherwise engaged. I can bring it forth with the king at the most convenient time. Can I play with your sons?"
Elizabeth Wydeville was used to attracting men. She was used to it but she never had a man who asked more of her sons than of her. She was intrigued by the strange man who stood infront of. He had stopped, gotten off his horse, and was currently playing with her children.
"How old are you."
Elizabeth was at first shocked. How dare he ask her age? She was only 24 years old.
"Madam, I am not speaking to you but rather your sons. I am sorry if that I offends you. My age is of twenty and two years. My eldest sister is of twenty and three summers and her name is Hermione Potter. My youngest sister is of Twenty and one summers and her name is Ginevra, Countess of March."
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A Yorkist Queen
FanfictionGinny Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter go back to the time of the War of the Roses. Ginny captures the eye of the new king, Edward IV of England. Harry marries Elizabeth Woodville, and Hermione marries Anthony Woodville. All of these fac...
