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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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This chapter seems to be getting long, here's the first half.
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The male sighed, closing his eyes wearily “do you believe in seerers?”
“Our Princes’ father, Vladimir Dubrinsky, had the sight. He saw the near extinction of our race and did what he could to divert it how he could.” To this the male nodded and spoke out in a firm practised voice “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...” the eyes opened and he looked at them “this was told by a seer to Albus Dumbledore, one of our worlds most renowned and highly revered warrior of Light Magic shortly before Hari’s birth. TWO girls were born in those conditions, Hari and another Novelle Longbottom, a Pureblood, who was born July 30th while Hari was July 31st.
Voldemort learned the two were born that met the requirements of the prophecy.
However, Voldemort chose Hari as his target because like himself she is a half-blood, rather than the pure-blooded. Voldemort chose Hari as he believed she is the most danger to him and he saw himself in her before even seeing her.”
“And this other child....Novelle, did SHE escape without trouble?”
The male shook his head “no. The Longbottom Estate was attacked by Voldermort’s follower’s calling themselves Deatheaters, they had time to hide their child before they tortured Frank and Alice to complete insanity. Novelle is being raised by her grandmother, but even if she’s not being abused....”
“What?”
He sighed “children usually have bursts of accidental magic during their youth until they go to school and learn to control it. It’s an emotional thing. But not all children do it. There is this old Pureblood belief in...forcing a child to display magic if they don’t show it. It can be involve anything from scaring a child enough to traumatize them, hoping they’ll lash out instinctively to protect themselves, to-say holding them outside a window, threatening to drop them.” There was multiple growls in the room, the male blinking at them “what?”
The green eyed male explained “our race is suffering, we are so few, especially our children. To treat a child like this, especially a female, is abporant to us.” The male sighed “it is the same for us. The pure blood families are dying out, having less and less children. The Malfoys-for example-only have just been able to have one son even though they have been trying for years for more. Lilly said it was all the interbreeding in the pure blood lines, the fact that the families shared blood so much meant they could no longer have children that aren’t either deformed, squibs or die at birth.” He looked over at Hari “she’s just a child and she has already shown signs of being powerful. Having a pure blood father and a Muggleborn mother has made her what a Witch SHOULD be. The new blood revitalized the ancient line. The pure blood Supremacists may think it’s tainting but in fact it’s revitalizing a dying line.” His head turned back to them “and IF you’re right about Lilly’s real origin, the mixed blood combined with pure blood....” he sighed “there is no telling how powerful she could become. It is no wonder she would be the one to stop the Dark Lord.” He blinked as a group of eyes swung around to lock on him in a glare “what?”
“You STILL want her to be the one to destroy this evil, despite what she’s been through?!”
He closed his eyes and sighed “you have to understand how it is and was for us there. It was a war zone, everyone was constantly afraid for their and their family lives. They didn’t even want to step foot outside their door for the fear. If HE returns, it will go back to that. I don’t WANT it to be Hari, but if she has something to do with his complete destruction and freedom for our world.....” His eyes opened to them “plus there’s the prophecy.”
A smooth voice spoke from behind them as the Healer came back to his self “there is two types of prophecies, subjective and definitive. A definitive one CAN NOT be avoided. Our Prince’s father saw this one when he saw the decline of our race, both through the murder of our people and and tainting of the earth we rest in by our enemy. THIS is an subjective.”
The scarred man looked at him sharply “how can you say that?!”
“Even without our Prince seeing it, it would have happened. Tell me, if your enemy hadn’t have heard about this prophecy, would he have hunted down her family personally? Would he have marked her by trying to kill her?”
The man relaxed, face thoughtful “no, you are right about that. If he had either ignored it, sent his Deatheaters out instead or never heard of it, he would still been alive today. But then of course if he sent his Deatheaters out the same thing would of happened as when they failed he would have gone out himself. He MADE it come true himself.”
“Tell us about this man who wants my lifemate to return to those abusive mortals, the one who lead those others to stop you leaving with her.”
The man frowned and there was a minute shift in the air “Albus Dumbledore. He is a great man and wizard in our world. He beat the last Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald single handedly in a duel and imprisoned him and discovered the twelve uses for Dragon’s Blood along with Nicolas Flamel-a famous Alchemist. He is now the Headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry and serves as Supreme Mugwump in the International Confederation Of Wizards, Chief Warlock of The Wizengamot.”
Some of the Carpathians exchanged looks. Ivory and Razvan nodded to their questioning thoughts. There was some sort of subtle spell over the male, which activated when he spoke the mans name. By the sounds of it, by the tone of his voice, it was some sort of loyalty spell, however as long as he didn’t speak the name he was fine. They would need to find it as well and remove it, they couldn’t risk it with how close he was to the child, even IF the wolf inside him prevented him from doing anything about it.
One time the wolf’s rejection of anything human-except the child-was highly beneficial.
“This.....school, tell us about it.”
“Hogwarts. It’s located on a hidden vast land in Scotland. To those without magic it’s seen as an old abandoned site of a dangerous mine, but in reality it is the oldest and most prestigious magical school in the world. All magicals in England go there, getting an invitation when they turn eleven.” He frowned, looking at the child in concern.
“What is it?” they asked, seeing the concern. “All this running we’re doing, the escaping it won’t matter in about about six years, they’ll know where we are, no matter WHAT we do. Or hide.”
Their eyes narrowed at him “Why do you say that?”
“There is this book at Hogwarts, a magical book. It records every child born in England from the minute of their birth and keeps tabs on them until they are old enough to start Hogwarts. From the moment they reach age it reveals their location so the headmaster can send their letter. It doesn’t matter where that child goes, the book will know and reveal it to them.”
“Is there no way to stop it revealing the child’s location?”
“It is indestructible, the only way is to....influence the information. So far that is only in events of death. However Severus thinks if Hari was to find an protective environment and become an citizen of another countries magical community. Or.....”
“Or what?”
“Or somehow awaken a creature inheritance earlier than normal and fully. She would have to be fully Dark Elf or fully Shape-Shifter because if she is part with even a hint of her original magical inheritance she would be classed under the book.”
“So someone with an full creature inheritance is not classed close enough to be summoned to the school?”
“No. Those with inheritance in the school are only part of half creature, the inheritance diluted through their inheritance of the line. Vampires and Dark Elves and so on don’t go” he looked at them, anticipating their next question “the only reason I was able to go was that the headmaster himself brought my letter and went through steps to ensure no one found out about me. I was hidden away every full moon. Otherwise I would have never of gone. I was a magical child before I was attacked. I still was, most of the time.”
“So the problem is either her becoming a citizen of another countries magical community or awaking a full creature inheritance perhaps too early for her body to handle and hoping it is not something that would be accepted by the school.” The green eyed Carpathian said, to which the sandy haired male nodded “however the first is not an option. It was the first place I tried. However every country I went to refused to accept us. Apparently the Ministry Of Magic contacted them when we left and told them if it was discovered they were hiding us in their lands, they would take it as an act of war. Brittan’s magical community may be suffering right now but many communities of other countries do NOT need a desperate group of witches and wizards flooding their land, stomping around, blundering and exposing them to muggles. They don’t want to deal with the clean-up of all that.”
They looked at him sharply “are they REALLY that foolish? They would expose themselves that way?”
The male snorted “the magical community has grown up in Brittan believing because they have magic they are so much better that muggles, yet they still live in the middle-ages. No electricity, no vehicles, using fire to cook, etc. They have muggle studies as a class in Hogwarts and yet know next to nothing. They still believe spells are faster then guns. Purebloods are the worse, at least Muggleborns know different, but if they try to tell the Purebloods they reject even the idea of it. That is why most Pureblood families are either dying out, because they refuse to conform to the times-including introducing new blood into the line-or being killed off, because they are programming their descendants with the same beliefs they are ending off being killed in some way or another. There is only a few lines I think will be left at all in the end.”
The Carpathians exchanged looks. THEY knew of a way to protect her. She was a lifemate of a Carpathian male and she would have to become one of them sooner rather than later, both for her safety and her males sanity and soul. The fact that the child’s grandfather shared a type of blood bond with her mate BEFORE her birth meant she shared that blood, the blood of a Carpathian, and while he and his son-her father-had never actually had the blood strong enough to change, they shared some minor aspects. Since SHE was strong enough already to sense her own lifemate AND be bonded to him before a blood exchange, it was possible when she reached maturity instead of awakening her Dark Elf or Shifter blood, she could awaken the Carpathian, part because it was more recent in the line, part because the source of that blood was so close.
It didn’t matter if the previous magical communities-even their own land-had rejected them, their Prince would not. All females were precious to their people, especially female children, GIFTED female children were treasured and protected by every Carathian male-mated or not-with their existence, and the fact that THIS child was the lifemate of an ancient with knowledge of another world where possible multiple lifemates existed and COULD exist in the future.....
The trouble is that she was just a child and they had only a possibility of six years before those hunting the two could definitely find them, no matter where they hid. If they brought her across, they would be depriving her of the chance of growing into and experiencing her heritage, who and what she was through her parents. Yes, Carpathians had their own type of magic, but it was more a nature based and couldn’t do nearly as much as an interesting things as these others as a race could do. After what she had been through the last four years of her life she deserved a chance to discover the wonder and awe of magic.
Also as a Carpathian her aging would be slower than a humans, even a magic-gifted one. A Carpathian reached maturity at around 200-250 years old, she would have to watch the two males she cared for, the only two males in the most of her remembered years who were ever caring and gentle with her grow old and die.
To a Carpathian male nothing was more important to them then their lifemate. It wasn’t just because their race was dying out, or their children were rarely being female or their children rarely survived their first year of life. Carpathian males were dark in soul, not evil just dark and their females were their light, they ‘lit’ up their dark soul and kept their souls anchored, kept them from turning into the evils of their kind. After maturity a Carpathian began to slowly loose their emotions and ability to see in color, delegated to a world of blackwhite and grey until they find their mate, they greeted the dawn and ended their existence or they surrendered their soul to the momentarily rush of fear and adrenaline-laced blood. A lifemate returned color, emotion and light to their world, love, lust, caring, kindness, all things they once lost. So a male was powerfully protective of their mate, anything endangering her was met with swift lethal force, anything she loved, the male cared for and protected as if it was his own-including family, her desires were taken into account, even if they were something the male didn’t agree with-the only exception being in regards to her and her families safety and the secrecy and protection of their race.
But there was also another something else to think of. As a werewolf there was no telling how long this male would live. On one side the life and spirit of a wolf, on the other an human male, but not a normal male and male with a magical core. The male he had healed had lived AT LEAST two hundred years, including the years before he had found him. His exposure to his blood wasn’t enough to change that, which meant the race lived longer than normal humans, how long exactly he did not know. Also there was the fact that the male he had saved had been, as the male put it, a Pureblood. Was it different for those with other-type blood in their veins? Like his lifemate?
If it didn’t matter, as long as they had the magical core, then both males his mate cared for would live longer then normal lives. Added the fact that this.....Severus was an inherited Dark Elf which in stories-if they were true-lived AT LEAST five hundred years. He was unsure about the one imprisoned. It may be that the dog part of his soul extended his own life, it may be that it shortened it. However as a Pureblood he could live longer then the others in the ‘pack’ did.
Any further talk ceased as the Healer drew back from the child, coming back to himself and accepting the offering of blood from the wrist of the green eyed male beside him. Once he had closed the wounds with his healing saliva he asked “what do you think?” For silent seconds the silver eyed male said nothing before he answered out loud. “I have been in communication with Francesca and Syndil. There IS a way to remove the soul fragment...” When they relaxed and started to look relieved he added “however it is dangerous and right at this moment with her condition she is too weak to survive it.” His eyes swung around to look at him “as it is, you will need to do a blood bond to keep her anchored here to us during this event.”
The male wolf growled, eyes flashing amber and the snake raised it’s head, hissing threateningly, reacting to its ‘hatchlings’ protector’s anger “what do you mean her condition?!”
“Even though you have been healing the damage done by those mortals to her health, the malnourishment and neglect, the starvation and abuse, the effects still linger. There is only so much you could do and being constantly on the run has only helped hold back most of the healing rather than helped. Yes, in some areas she is improved, but the constant moving has done more harm than good. She needs time to just rest and recover. Surely you have noticed her sleeping a lot more than she should be?”
The male deflated from his anger “I know, it’s just....”
“We understand, you had no choice then. But NOW you do. You are one of us, one of ours and we will protect you. You will remain here and rest” he slowly stood “give both yourself and her time to gather your strength and health back, let her recover enough for us to remove the shard and her be with her lifemate. THIS is where you both belong.”
The male sighed “ I don’t belong anywhere. I can’t stay anywhere near muggles or I endanger them during the full moon......I’m a....”
“Werewolf, yes, we know.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion “how?”
“When I examined you before, I felt it, sensed it.”
“And....and you’re not scared? Disgusted?”
“No. We are Carpathians, of the earth, and your wolf is just like us. We can become any animal or earths creature we wish. Wolves are part of our nature, our pack, just as you are, as the packmate of my lifemate.”
The woman with the green eyed male spoke “you and your wolf are safer here than any other land. You need not fear hurting anyone on a full moon in the wilds of the Carpathian mountains. You can run around with us then, if it is your wish.” Now the other female spoke “my lifemate has a pack he protects out here, our pack. Here, you can had a home, pack, protection, if you both wish it.”
When the male went to open his mouth two things happened. The woman spread her arms and two wolves suddenly appeared, leaping from her back onto the floor by her side and the male beside her changed shape, an large black-furred wolf standing in it’s place.
The male blinked, blinked, then blinked again before looking suddenly old “I have a pack....HAD a pack, once.” There was so much in those words, so much yearning, loneliness, pain, need, and something they couldn’t name. Inside the male they could FEEL the wolf howl mournfully, crying out at the betrayal of his pack, at the loss of one of his precious few members, at the helplessness of being unable to help free the imprisoned the other. He even felt the need to help the one who had helped them escape. He knew he was safe right now, at least safe enough to send them potions, but he had no idea if he was a prisoner or being forced to aid aid any of their enemies.
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I realized in order for this to work properly with Harry as Hari, I needed to change a few other things-hence NevilleNovelle.
A few people have made comments in reviews and PM's about there being other females in the Wizarding World that are lifemates and I am here to reveal....Of Course there is!! I can think of TWO DEFINITE right now, one same year as Hari, the other year younger. Just think 'innocent' or 'good' souls, one an much loved girl the other......well just mentioned. Also one married female will be revealed ( :( sad) and the other an much-loved well know older female. Props to you if you can guess all four. I'm thinking about making Ginny and Hermione one, but can't decide if they are good enough yet. Maybe if my readers put in a vote yes or no to one or both...
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