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Dark Witch	By : Nescafevh Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 11470 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The three figures arrived at the site of a huge stone wall just after the sun had completely sunk behind the horizon. The two adult males and one five year old girl stood facing the rough stone bricks on the side of a building known to ALL Carpathians currently in the area. One of the males, currently holding the child’s hand, raised an eyebrow smoothly at the other who grinned and pulled out his wand, taping certain bricks in a certain pattern (two down, five left, three right, six up). As the other two watched the chosen bricks glowed before a door appeared in the wall in front of them.

Jarius, his mind and eyes opened to the healer to allow him-and through him the Prince-to witness the the proceedings, nodded to the other, shifting his grip on his lifemates hand and sutley pulling her more behind and against him, shielding her from anything in front of them, his heavy robes successfully covering most of her body from sight.

The male pursed his lips and said seriously “here we go” his own robes, not the threadbare or patched sort he would normally wear but...at the insistence of Jarius (translate to lock eyes and stare him down) transfigured into an good pair of clothes (there is NO WAY the uncle of MY lifemate is going to be seen dressed as a hobo, at least NOT ANYMORE!) suitable of a Wizard with strength.

Acknowledging Jarius subconsciously as his alpha the male Wizard stepped aside, slightly to his side, motioning at the door and bowed low in an old-world kind of way. Issuing a pleased rumble from his throat the Carpathian moved forwards and entered, leaving the other male blinking in shock when he realized what he had done and his wolf reacted to the others pleasure.

Entering through the door he stopped just to the side to allow the other to enter and join them, taking in everything around him while he waited. Inside could have been any busy street in town, an normal street of shop-fronts, except for a few differences.

One was the street was lite by not street-lamps, but floating lanterns of colored lights. Second was ALL the adults wore robes while the children wore nondescript clothes. Third was things were floating around, packages items, various things, some being directed by the adults with wands.

Occasionally those walking past had features not human, pointed ears, red or amber eyes, or even one or two with blonde hair and wings. Also were creatures, grey reptile-like skeletal horses with leather bat-like wings, cat-like animals up to his knees with large eyes, an loin-like tail and high ears.

Long serpent-type small flying creatures with a plumed bird head and wings and two legs to name a few. Next to him his lifemate shivered, looking at one of the horses pulling a carriage, pushing herself further into his leg.

Sensing her fear he covered her warmly in his cloak, blocking her sight and view, sending her warmth and safety. She relaxed some, her fingers locked to his leg through the cloth, obviously determined to never let him go. Chuckling low in his chest in amusement he waited until the other male had entered and closed the door behind them.

Once done the male turned back to him and motioned out of the alley at the street “welcome to Jela kinn.” (Day Outside)

Ignoring the people, Jarius asked “what to first?”

“Gringott’s” he looked around, eyes set on something to the right “this way.”

As they walked, the male answered his questions about those around them “the ones with the red eyes are vampires, the amber are like me, werewolves, pointed ears are elves, blondes with wings are Veela. The animals? Well the cats would be Purebred Kneazel’s, the flying serpents are Occamy, as for the horses” he gave him a long, searching look “IF you can really see them, they are Thestrals.”

“IF I can see them?” he questioned.

“They are invisible to the innocent, at least those who have not had death forced upon them.” When he raised an elegant eyebrow the other sighed “only those who have personally witnessed death can see them” and he looked down meaningfully at the child hiding in his cloak. He growled at this “who?"

“Her parents, my pack. She was there the night the Dark Lord tried to kill her-and killed them to get to her. She was barely one year old, but because of the trauma of her abuse, she remembers-or rather remembers her mother’s death.”

“I see, so she remembers the event and trauma due to constantly, fearing for her life at the hands of her ‘relatives’.”

The other male nodded “I’ve been told, despite their appearance, that Thestrals aren’t something to be feared. In fact I’ve been told they are very shy but highly intelligent creatures-like the Kneazels-that once they bond to someone are fiercely protective but highly affectionate” he motioned at another who was leaning it’s head down to accept a hug from a teenaged boy in robes, who hugged the skeletal head tightly, the ears pricked forward and eyes closed in obvious pleasure.

How such an....deformed? Supernatural? Creature bonded with an mortal like these....Witches and Wizards showed how isolated the communities were.

The child with them whimpered again and frowning in concern he looked down “what is it?” He knelt down in front of her and urged her out of the folds of cloth and to look at him. In a gentle voice he asked “what is it that has you so upset, cara?” He made sure his voice was at its most compelling.

“Too bright” she whimpered, refusing to take her head out of the cloth. He frowned “the lights, young one?"

“The people” she answered, muffled.

He reached down and touched her cheek gently, “let me see, Cistri.” With his urging she removed herself from the black folds and looked into his eyes. Entering her mind through the bond they shared as mates he reviewed her memories of their arrival and last few seconds.

There it was, the bright hues of each persons aura. Bright yellows, blues, greens and even blacks and greys surrounding them, nothing like the controlled soothing colors of himself or the protective gentle colors of the other male. These blazed like mini suns around her.

“It seems she HAS inherited the Dragonseeker sight, as well as being one of these Sensors her Uncle suggested” the Healer said through the blood-bond they had established earlier that night “she is able to see the aura of those around her, probably always could. She can also see their magic-core, explaining how these Sensors could tell if a child was going to be magical or not.”

“It also explains WHY these mortals were persecuted among the others. Someone able to tell exactly how powerful you are by just a look...if what her Uncle says is true about her birth land valuing blood lines and the Purebloods having more importance and influence.....”

“If it became known that the so-called Purebloods were in all actuality weaker in strength than those they spurn as tainted, they would loose both positioning and standing in their world. Instead of being feared or revered they would become just as weak as those they see as ‘Mudblood’.”

“Here” Jarius spoke gently, picking up the child and settling her on his right side in one arm “just put your head on my shoulder when it gets too much, cistri.” She nodded, arms around his neck and head dropping to his shoulder to hide her face from all, long hair acting like a veil. With one more slight shift, the robes he wore seemed to meld with hers’ hiding her body from all, leaving only the curtain of blue-black hair with red streaks on his shoulder, his own long hair hiding her arms around his neck.

Caccooned in the warm robes of her mate and feeling safe and warm, she soon fell asleep against him.

As they approached the building, larger than those around them, the other male spoke “A warning. The goblins are a warrior race who WILL NOT accept thieves, lairs or cheaters. Even though they value gold and money above all, they are also a highly honorable and at the same time greedy, as well as aggressive.”

He was amused “are you telling me to control my temper here?”

“I’m telling you that WE BOTH need to stay calm but be completely honest here. Goblins have their own way from us and while MOST goblins view Witches and Wizards with some contempt, they will protect our money fiercely. They also have their brand of magic, as well as spells and rituals, one’s they guard fiercely.”

They headed straight towards the doors.

Inside was similar to any bank in the human realm, except for a few differences. First the ‘tellers’ were short creatures, clothed and even a few wearing glasses, high pointed ears but definitely human-like. Second was they worked at open desks, taking bags of clinking coins, faces serious as they weighed and even wrote on parchments in front of them. Third was the armed and armored guards on either side of the doors.

Following the male they moved up to stand at one of the desks, barely waiting a few minutes before stepping forward. The male spoke first “greetings and may your gold grow and your enemies fall at your feet.” The goblin eyed him critically “what is it you want?” his voice was rough and scratchy.

“We desire to have some Muggle money changed over, and an Ancestry Inheritance test done.”

“Which of you needs the test?”

“My...Niece” he motioned at the other male who turned slightly to show the sleeping child.

The goblin snarled at him, but he quickly spoke “can we talk to someone, preferably in private?” The goblin looked at him then spoke in another language to his fellows. Another younger one came to their side and the ‘teller’ spoke to them “just follow Stoneclaw.”

“Thank you” the male bowed and together the two males followed the young goblin into the building and towards the darker tunnels deep inside the building. They reached a room where they entered to find an old-looking dignified goblin waiting for them. Seating themselves at the seats across from the desk and waited. The creature eyed them for a few seconds, looking like a stern teacher, before he spoke “My name is Stoneclaw and I am in charge of Inheritance tests here at Gringott’s Romania. What is it you are after to wish to see me in privacy?”

The male bowed in his sea “Greeting Stoneclaw, I am Remus Lupin and this is Jarius Gryphon and my niece Hari EvansShoki DragonseekerPotter.” The goblin narrowed it’s eyes at him “you are lying to us. If you are aware and truly seek our service you KNOW the consequence to lying to us.”

“He is not lying” Jarius said before he could speak “not truly. Officially by the rule of pack and my lifemates’ parents wish, he is every bit her uncle by magic and their decision. However if you are aware of the state of Britannia magical society, you are aware of their rules and opinions of those they refer to as Dark Creatures. So, in the society where they both grew up, he can not be her uncle.”

The goblin hesitated then nodded “you are correct. So the conflict over his apparent lie is NOT that he is actually lying TO me, rather a conflict of what he was raised to believe and what he truly believes.”

“Exactly” Jarius said.

The goblin sat back in his chair “so you desire an Ancestry Test. You are aware I know of the events in Britain, INCLUDING the fact that you are a wanted criminal and accused of kidnapping this child.”

“I DID NOT!” his eyes flashed amber, but he managed to calm down “Hari was in a abusive situation. The one who put her there is in a position of authority and power in our society and wanted to keep her there. We were recently told by someone on our side that they think it is something in her Ancestry that means this person wants to control her completely, using abuse so she would be submissive to authority figures. We also have reason to believe that this same person has used either potions or spells to control various persons of power or influence in our world.”

“These are serious accusations” the goblin said “what makes you think this is true?”

Jarius spoke “Whenever he speaks the males name our healer detects a slight flash of power. It seems to gain strength the more he refers to him. He has also remembered the unusual behavior of people he knew.”

The other looked at the goblin “I know you guys often have your curse-breakers move between stores are needed, but you better check one of them.” The goblin froze “What do you mean?”

“William Arthur Weasely. I know he works as a curse-breaker in Egypt, but we have A LOT of reason to suspect that BOTH his parents-and maybe his brothers, are under some sort of loyalty potion or spell. And THAT could interfere in business.”

The goblin looked at him, something like anger in his eyes “think about it, anyone in the wizarding world under a loyalty potion or spell interferes in business. They could be out there, handing their money over to him right now.....” this seemed to break through the creature who called something out in gooblygook. Outside the room, Jarius sensed the sudden rush of activity.

The goblin turned to them “who will we be punishing?” Jarius answered for him “Albus Dumbledore.”

The goblin froze, then slowly an evil grin spread across his face “you ARE AWARE that for years now, we have been trying to gather enough proof to prove THAT HUMAN’S deeds? If you can prove us with proof....”

Jarius shifted and withdrew a piece of paper “THIS is a signed statement from our healer of the list of her injuries, their age and severity. Each were recorded between one to two years old and dated back two to three years ago.” Next the other male shifted to open the satchel he wore and pulled out.....first another piece of paper-a parchment “I wasn’t alone when I rescued Hari, another was with me. Severus Snape is A Master Potions Maker. In order to be awarded that title you need a masters in healing as well. Here is his official record of his scan at the scene that day.” he handed it over, followed by a large attache case lined with foam and baring multiple small bottles “he suspected The Headmaster may try one day to control him, so he sent me copies of each of his memories to keep safe, both with dealing with him from the day he joined the Death Eaters and up until the day we took Hari away. He has more at his vault in the London version of Gringotts’.” Followed by a smaller case “and my own as well.”

The goblin’s evil grin grew positively wicked “These will be helpful, thank you.” After handing them off carefully to another smaller goblin they waited until he left the room before continuing “now, to business. You wished to exchange some muggle money for Galleons, Sickles and Knuts and do an Ancestry Test.”

When the males both nodded the goblin spoke “Muggle is an term used in Britain, the rest of the world sees it as an insult, as bad as that one Pureblood’s use for those you call Muggleborn. The rest of the magical world prefers NoMaj. Some call Squibs HedgeWizards, but that is YOUR choice, not many do. Those called MuggleBorn have been called Magbob’s every now and then, the Witches and Wizards are not sure where that term has come from...” the goblin grinned “however we remember” he grew serious “if you are going to live outside of your homeland you MUST learn to adapt.”

The WizardWerewolf nodded, accepting “I like those terms better.”

“I will begin the proceedings, both in the magical and OUR society, for you to adopt the child.”

“I can’t” he protested “as a Dark Creature.....”

The goblin snorted “this is NOT England, wolf. Here Dark Creatures have just as much right as normal Witches and Wizards, OUTSIDE of interbreeding in Pureblood lines. All you have to do is register and prove you have a safe secure place of a full moon they can check and you will be able to get a job, own a home, every thing else a intelligent human can do and have.”

The sandy haired male looked stuck between complete disbelief and absolute yearning for it be true, longing written all over his face.

“And WHO are you in this?” the goblin glared at Jarius who returned the look with equal dominance. The sandy haired male was quick to recover and answer “This man is Jarius Gryphon, he’s Hari’s mate and....well, he’s a.....”

The goblin sat back “we are aware of the Karpatii race, we have been observing them since we first became aware of them centuries ago. However we were unaware they have found a mate among the Wizards and Witches.”

“If you have been watching us you are aware of the Wizard Xavier. It seems, by some quirk, that my lifemate is his great granddaughter. Razvan Dragonseeker is the true father of her mother, not the human male married to her mothers mother.”

“So YOU are her lifemate?”

He nodded.

The goblin locked eyes with him a while before blinking and then speaking seriously “we have been AWARE for the last few years of large withdrawals of money being taken from the Potter vaults. Since the child is too young to do so herself and her line are dead, there can only be one source.”

“WHO?” Jarius was furious, not because he wanted anything to do with the money, he had more than enough of his own, but this was something left to his lifemate by her dead family, NO ONE else but her had earned the right to it.

It was the sandy haired male who answered “only one other would be able to in the event of the relations all death, The Magical Guardian. HIM.”

Before Jarius could speak, the goblin had “someone sealed the Potter wills, preventing their readings, however there is a clause in the bank accounts of ALL Pureblooded families that states as follows “in the event of the true mate of an heir is found, all guardians, appointed, guardians or otherwise, no longer have any influence or authority over bank accounts, properties, housing, education, etc.” Essentially what that means is you have full authority over every aspect of your mates’s life, now. The only authority Albus Dumbledore has anymore is if she was to go to Hogwarts, as a Headmaster-THAT’S IT.”

“And how do I prove that she is my lifemate? I know you would not just let me take authority without proof.”

“Have you exchanged blood yet?” Jarius and the male exchanged looks. “Yes and no.” When the goblin frowned Jarius explain about her grandfather, the healing and giving him some of his blood and the fact her grandfather and father after that both found their destined mates, and about how she had instantly sensed HIM as hers, just as he had. The goblin frowned “so technically you have NOT exchanged blood, however since she inherited aspects of your blood through her father’s sire, you have that connection. This is an unusual situation.”

The other male spoke “and that’s not it” and he added about discovering that Lily was NOT MuggleBorn, her true father being a half-blood Carpathian and Mage being controlled by his grandfather at the time.

The goblin nodded “I can see why you want an Ancestry Test. What else could possibly be hidden in her line? Especially if that Old Fool is so desperate to control her” he pulled a small vial of liquid out of a desk draw and looked at the Carpathian male “I will need a few drops of her blood, only two at the most. That is all.”

The Carpathian nodded and moved the child in his arms gently so she was sitting on his lap. As he moved her she made a sleepy sound of protest, trying to snuggle closer to him, refusing in her comfort, to let him go. Moving her firmly he spoke gently “sívamet I need you to wake up for me.”

She whined again and tried to snuggle back into him, but when he spoke her name firmly she instead sighed, pouted, and then looked up at him, all big green eyes full of endless trust. “Sívamet I need you to do something for me” he said softly, soothingly “we need two drops of your blood.”

She frowned “Why?”

“It’s for the test your Uncle Remi told you about” he said “I swear to you I will make sure it does not hurt.”

“The one where we will find out who else is in my family?” he nodded “your blood keeps track of who you come from. Every tiny bit of it has a tiny bit of the person who comes before you. Most of your blood right now contains your mommy and daddy because you came from them, but because your mommy and daddy came from THEIR mommy and daddy, THEIR blood had their traces in them and so on, you see?”

She smiled and nodded “so the test can tell who I came from far back because it knows by seeing them through me.” He smiled at her and nodded. So she let him gently take her hand and take the silver pin and vial prick her finger and allow two drops of the precious liquid to drop inside. Handing it back with the pin he closed the prick with his own healing saliva, his senses all on high and concentrating fully on the heady taste of his mate’s blood.

With centuries of discipline he turned his attention to the creature as it stuck the cork in the vial and shook it well until the color changed from it’s original. Once the color was solid and uniform the goblin removed it again, pulled out a sheet of parchment and dipped a fine brush into the liquid, brushing a fine layer of the liquid over the paper.

As they watched the paper seemed to absorb the liquid, the reddish traces writhing over the paper to draw together to slowly form words down the page.

Once dry the goblin frowned at what he read “this is indeed serious.”
“What?” the sandy haired male asked.
The goblin handed it over.

Name-Hari Lillian Potter
Lifemate-Jarius Gryphon

Mother-Lilly Jillian nee’ Evans Shonski Potter (Deceased)
Father-James Fleamont Potter (Deceased)

This confirmed their theory or removed any lingering doubt, her mother had been Razvan’s child.

Aunt (grandfathers side)-Colby Jansenlifemate-Rafael De La Cruz
Aunt (grandfathers side)-Lara Calladinelifemate-Nicolas De La Cruz
Aunt (grandfathers side)-Skyler Daratrazanofflifemate-Dimitri Tirunul
Aunt (grandmothers side)-Petunia Evans Dursely
Cousin-Dudely Dursely
GreatAunt-Natalya Shonskilifemate-Vikirnoff Von Shrieder

Grandfather (mothers side)-Razvan Shonskilifemate-Ivory Mannilov
Grandmother (mothers side)-Rose Jane Steven Evans (Deceased)
Grandfather (fathers side) Fleamont 'Hari' Potter (Deceased)
Grandmother (fathers side) Euphemia Holmes (Deceased)

Great Grandfather (Razvan)-Soren Dragonseeker Shonski (Deceased)
Great grandmother (Razvan)-Samantha Shonski (Deceased)
Great Grandfather (Rose)-Darreck Evans (Deceased)
Great Grandmother (Rose)-Serina Smith (Deceased)

Great Grandfather (Fleamont) Henry Potter (Deceased)
Great Grandmother (Fleamont) Dorea Black (Deceased)

Dorea Black, there was the proof of the Black blood in his mates line, her link, her CONNECTION to her godfather and the relation between her father and his best friend at school.

Great Grandfather (Euphemia) Tammeral Griffindor (Deceased)
Great Grandmother (Euphemia) Zarla Holmes (Deceased)

Great Great Grandfather (Soren) Xavier Slytherin (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Soren) Rhiannon Dragonseeker (Deceased)

Great Great GrandUncle-Dominic Dragonseekerlifemate-Solange Sangria
Great Great GrandUncle-Xaverio Slytherin
Great Great GrandUncle-Xayvion Slytherin
Great Great GrandUncle-Salazar Slytherin (Deceased)

Great Great Grandfather (Samantha) Wade Shonski (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Samantha) Dorothy Samson (Deceased)
Great Great Grandfather (Darreck) Andrew Ollivers (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Darreck) June Arnold (Deceased)
Great Great Grandfather (Serina) Tobias Smith (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Serina) Hebziba smith (Deceased)

Great Great Grandfather (Henry) Ingacus Potter (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Henry) Venus Fleamont (Deceased)
Great Great Grandfather (Dorea) Cygnus Black (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Dorea) Violetta Bulstrode (Deceased)
Great Great Grandfather (Tammeral) Godric Griffindor (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Tammeral) Ezmerelda Ravenclaw (Deceased)
Great Great Grandfather (Zarla) Andrayas Malfoy (Deceased)
Great Great Grandmother (Zarla) Conrad Holmes (Deceased)

“WHAT?” the sandy haired male exclaimed, almost launching from his chair before the other male said his name in a firm almost growl and the other saw the child’s reaction, forcing himself to sit down calmly. “So according to this, not only is Hari related to Griffindor AND Ravenclaw, But SLYTHERIN!!”

“And that is not all” the goblin pointed to one name “THIS female was the last heir of Hugglepuff. It was not known she had EVER had a relationship, let alone a child.”

The male shook his head, stunned “no one knew any of the founders had children, or even family. Slytherin, having brothers, and them being the VERY magic-users who got us cut off from mug.....urr.....NoMaj.” He shook his head, stunned “AND Hari is the first I’ve heard of to have the blood of the four founders, the heir of Hogwarts.” He muttered to himself “it also explains the Parsletongue, it was Salazar’s gift.”

“She is the first child to EVER have the blood of all four founders, that makes her the heir of all four houses, ALL their magical artifacts, research, spells, extra” he blinked "I suppose to those growing up in the shadow of your Four Founders, the idea of all those unknown spells, artifacts and such would be incredibly irrisistable."
He suddely glared at the male “there is NO heir of Hogwarts however, it is a public domain, a registered landmark. However she IS heir to all the founders left behind. I will have all the joint founders vaults and anything left from the founders individual vaults moved over to the Potter vaults. Also we won’t need to do a test for your truth as her mate” he tapped the parchment with a claw where the Carpathian’s name came up as ‘lifemate'.

“I will have all appropriate forms brought to allow you gain access to the accounts.” He wrote on a piece of parchment and made it disappear. A few seconds later a pile of new forms appeared “these give YOU ALL rights to the Potter, Founders and any other inherited vaults UNTIL the child reaches maturity and is able to take control of such herself, whether that be as a Witch, or a Karpatii. It will severe ANY OTHER from access to ANY AUTHORITY concerning the Potter lines, including potion rights, seats in the Wizargott or properties-warded or not.”

The sandy haired male frowned “can you get back EVERYTHING that bastard stole from her?”

The goblin grinned, showing sharp teeth “of course. Every knut, Galleon and sickle will be returned to the Potter vaults, as will any taken item” however items given or entrusted, can NOT be claimed. There IS something else here though to worry about.”

“What?” the younger male frowned.

“This name is know to us” he tapped the parchment over ‘Ignacus Potter’ “He was the son of an “Harwin Potter and Iolanthe Peverell who was the granddaughter of Ignotus Peverell.” When they looked at him blankly the goblin sighed “bloody Wizards, not even knowing their own history.” He looked at the werewolf “Ignotus had two brothers-Antioch Cadmus-but was the youngest of three. Each had an powerful magical item. If I remember correctly his was a cloak.”

The werewolf frowned “James’ Invisibility cloak, yes, it’s been in his family for generations, why is it so important?”

The goblin sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose “three brothers, three powerful magical items, one a cloak that can ‘hide one from everything, even the eyes of death.”

The werewolf seemed confused so he continued “ the eldest had a wand, but was murdered for it, the middle had a stone, able to bring back the dead, the third.....”

“A cloak able to hide one from even deaths eyes!” the werewolves eyes were huge “but....but that’s just a legend! A child’s tale!!!”

“I assure you, it is not. It was real.”

“The Deathly Hollows!!!!" The werewolf exclaimed “but she can’t!! They can’t!!! The story said that Death would only allow the one who earned it to become it’s master!!! If Hari.......!!!”

“NO Witch or Wizard has earned that right!!!” the goblin snarled “no mortal creature EVER earned that right!! What makes you think A CHILD WILL????!!!”

The werewolf glared at him “it was said death would only accepted the one who earned the right. The last brother didn’t use HIS item for personal gain or popularity or power, all he wanted was to be able to live his life and see his child born and grow. You told us you KNOW about THEIR race, that you’ve been watching them for centuries. Then you know about their lifemates, their females. Tell me, would ONE OF THEIR FEMALES boast she was the mistress of death? Would ONE OF THEIR FEMALES exploit their control of death and bring back any dead person they wanted too? Or would one of their females just accept the burden, even just help those passing at their time move on?”

The goblin went to snap something, stopped and looked thoughtful.

“Exactly” the werewolf said “but she can’t, she has a mate, another half of her soul. What will happen when he moves on eventually and SHE can’t?!”

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This chapter and the 'family tree' almost killed me guys, jeez! But it's done, so just a few points first.
1-MOST of the tree (Concerning the Potter and Dragonseeker line) IS correct, so don't send me abusive mail saying James father was SUPPOSED TO BE named Charles and his mother Dorea. I got MY information from both the Carpathian family tree through Christine Feehan AND Pottermore-which is doneinfluenced by J.K. Rowling herself, so it's correct. The only things I made up, other than making Lily a DragonseekerShonski was
1-Lilys' mother's name (continuing the flower tradition),
2-James' mother's last name (not recorded),
3-Roe's parents,
4-Henry had no recorded wife name, so I used Dorea instead to add a connection to Sirius (other than as a Godfather)
5-Euphemia's parents,
6-Linking the triplets to Salazar and making them Slytherins (purpose to be seen later)
7-Samantha, Derrick and Serina's father are made up (everyone who knows Voldermort's history knows who Hebziba smith is, but no one knows HER past either)
8-I made up Herny's mother's FIRST name, since her surname was correct
9-Zarla and HER parents are made up
10-Tammeral's parents, well, I read how the bloody baron killed the Grey Lady but not why so I thought, "what if the Bloody Baron was SUPPOSED TO or at least WANT TO marry the Grey Lady (who we know is Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter) and she had instead had a fling with Godric? What if they were able to hide it until AFTER the baby was born, but then he found out and in a fit of fury and betrayal, killed her. The child would have probably been raised by another family, probably a magical one, even adopted, and so would have grown up not knowing who or what she was.

As for the whole "Harry becomes the mastermistress of death and lives forever" I am SO over that. I've read it so many times in fan fictions it's not only old but annoying now. So I didn't plan on this being one. However I HAVE found a happy medium. I was recently rereading one of my favorite fan fictions I haven't read for SO LONG and this author had an unique storyline. Instead of being master of death, Harry was essentially Death's choosen son, A Necromancer-his soul half in the land of the dead, half in the land of the living. So since Hari's soul belongs to Jarius, as does his to her, I decided "hey! How about the idea that since the cloak's been passed down through each child in the line and warn, they have part of death in their veins!" I mean death is seen by some as a Grim Reaper type figure and since he has no true body, maybe you could see the cloak as part of his self. So essentually they are using HIM. The ACTUAL effects this is going to have on both Hari and Jarius you will have to wait as see. But I WILL say they will became a unqiue type of Carpathian.
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