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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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EVERY being in the room felt the the wolf’s howl, even if it was internal, even, to their surprise, the other two on the bed. The snake raised it’s head, the child stirring with a small whine of anxiety. As they watched the snake tightened it’s coils around the child slightly, pulling them both slowly and gently across to the male’s side. By the time the child was lying against his leg, the snake had coiled itself protectively around both against the bed, child’s head on one of his legs as a pillow, snake’s head on the other.
The youngest female’s voice trembled as she asked “what happened to them?”
The sandy haired male closed his eyes “when I was younger I wasn’t allowed to have friends, or socialize. My parents were afraid if we got to close to others, they would learn what I was” his eyes opened briefly and he looked at them “in the last two wars, both vampires and werewolves sided with the Dark side. The fact SOME of us were on the light side was forgotten in the face of their deeds and crimes and an corrupt government. So now all those ‘Good folk’ out there see our kind as evil, Dark Creatures. Really all we want is equality, but because of those few, our kind are now tainted.” His eyes closed again “when I went to Hogwarts I tried to keep myself separate. But unfortunately I was in the wrong house for solitude and silence.”
“What do you mean?”
“The students of Hogwarts are separated into four different houses and these houses are like your family for the rest of the school time. You study with them, eat with them, sleep with them.....” he sighed “each house is named and based off one of the founding members. Slytherin house from Salazar Slytherin-ambition, cunning and resourcefulness, with their symbol of a serpent and their colors are green and silver” he looked at the child “The last Dark Lord came from Slytherin, and was supposed to be the Slytherin heir. A lot of bad people came from that house. But some GOOD came from there to, Merlin came from Slytherin.
Ravenclaw is another house-Rowena Ravenclaw, they value intelligence, knowledge, and wit. Their symbol is an eagle and colors are blue and bronze. Next is Hufflepuff, Helga Hugglepuff-who value hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty and fairplay. It’s emblem is a badger and it’s colors are yellow and black. Then their is OURS.”
“Gryffindor, right?”
“Right, I won’t ask how you know. Our founder was Godric Gryffindor who was brave, daring and chivalrous. The symbol is a lion and the colors are scarlet and gold. I often wonder why I of all people ended up there.”
“I don’t” the older female drew herself up, the two wolves either side of her whining and nudging him in their attempt to soothe him “you faced a group of people, lead by a man powerful not jus magically but politically, in order to protect a child. You are willing traveling the world facing countless unknown dangers-not just just in your own community but ours-in order to keep her safe. You may not be the sort of person outside to show these traits, but you DEFINITELY bare them inside.”
“Go on” the silver eyed male prodded “the others of your pack.”
“Sirius Black, James Potter, Lilly Evans and Peter Pettigrew, myself” his eyes opened when he realized he had growled the last name “Hari even maybe Severus Snape-as much as we BOTH don’t want to think of each other as pack, we both have a bond with or over Hari.” He looked down at the child “James and Lilly are....WERE her family, her parents, and were murdered because they stood between the Dark Lord and their daughter. The Wizarding world sees them as heroes, just as they see Hari as their savior, but she’s just a child, a child they failed to protect by putting their trust in the wrong man, just as we once did.” His eyes closed and he sighed heavily. “There is a spell in our world, it’s called the Fidlius. It is used to hide people. It can be placed over a location where someone is hiding and then they then appoint what is known as a Secret Keeper. ONLY the Secret Keeper knows their location and they can’t be made to give it to anyone else. Torture, blackmail, nothing will work, the Secret Keeper CAN NOT tell anyone the address against their will. However....”
“They can do so willingly” they finished and the sandy haired male nodded “they can willingly take them there or give them the location. Around this time I was asked to talk to a pack of werewolves just outside England, to try and persuade them to join our cause against the Dark Lord. Before I left I had a conversation with Sirius. He told me that originally both James and Dumbledore wanted HIM as the Secret Keeper, because he was James’ best friend and he trusted his since they nearly grew up together. However Sirius didn’t think it was a good idea, he was too obvious, the Dark Lord and his forces would KNOW he would be the one they would use. So he was going to suggest using someone else and just pretending it was him, to throw them off the track of the true Keeper. He was going to suggest someone else we trusted be the true Keeper while acted the part. The only thing wrong was, we obviously trusted the WRONG person.”
“Who?”
“Peter Pettrigrew” again the words were a slight growl “he was one of our group, our friends since Hogwarts. We took him into our pack, protected him from bullies and made him once of us and the rat-the first chance he got-joined the Dark Lord as one of his Deatheaters and after becoming the Secret Keeper didn’t hesitate to take him straight to where they were hiding!!!” he visibly fought for control before continuing in an even voice “While with the pack I kept getting this sense of forbidding and my wolf was getting restless, demanding I return. By the time I did, it was too late. Sirius was in prison for ‘betraying the Potters’ and Dumbledore had taken Hari away somewhere and refused to tell me where or let me see her. They said that Sirius was the Secret Keeper, that he had betrayed James and Lilly then hunted down Peter and killed him and twelve muggles on a crowded street after Peter shouted what he had done.” He trembled slightly then slowly was able speak calmly again “I TRIED to tell then Sirius wasn’t the keeper, that that was Peter and Sirius was a decoy, but they didn’t listen to me. I was just a werewolf, my word doesn’t have any influence, especially when it came to Dumbledore. Sirius went to prison without a trial, for the betrayal of the two most important people in his life-one a distant cousin.”
The younger female seemed horrific “he’s still there?!” The sandy haired male nodded “and he will be the rest of his life, and in Azkaban that isn’t long.”
“What do you mean?”
“Azkaban is guarded by creatures called Dementors. They are wraith-like creatures that are drawn to a persons soul. They suck all your good, pure and joyful memories out of you, all your good feelings, leaving you with only pain, desolation and darkness, everything negative. There is only ONE defense against them.”
“What is that?” the male looked at them silently for a few seconds then with a wave of the wand in a spiral pattern, spoke two words “Expecto Patronum.” A brilliant light started from his wand tip, lighting up the room in a bluish silver, fading down quickly, but only enough to reveal another shape in the room. There, standing on the floor beside the bed and looking at them was an ghostly image, a wolf. But it was different, somehow it felt....pure....clean....as if this being embodied everything true and good and even innocent in the man. It was so good in fact, they could see how something so foul as an wraith that feeds on goodness could be repelled. Even the males just wanted to reach out and touch it, to bask in it’s purity, the females had tears in their eyes as well as smiles on their faces.
But somehow what was most surprising was not only was the wolf the good in the male, but also seemed to be the embodiment of the wolf as well, as if the form the good of the wolf inside him, bout the power behind it was the males. “This” the male said “is called a patronus. It is a witch or wizards spirit creature. They are used as protection from Dementors, but they are also used as communication because they can not be intercepted or stopped. Dark Wizards can not use this spell, only light or some grey witches or wizards. If a Dark Wizard tries to use it.....” he shuddered and the Carpathians caught the image of someone in robes being covered in maggots from their wand, consuming them alive as they screamed. Slowly the ghostly wolf walked forward, away from the bed and towards the Carpathians, inspecting each in turn carefully, even the Carpathian Wolves who surprisingly just sniffed it back, seemed confused for a minute, but accepted the attention. The wolf paused at the green-eyed male, walking around him as if inspecting him before moving to the youngest female, who sank to her knees in front of it and accepted it’s attention, the ghostly head nuzzling her and looking at her before walking back to the bed, nuzzling the child and looking back at her as if communicating something to her before slowly fading away out of existence.
But not before seeing the female rise and nod seriously to it as if agreeing with it.
The sandy haired male frowned at this and spoke again “Sirius can’t defend himself from the Dementors without his wand, the only thing I can think of is his Animagus form. The Dementors are not interested in animals, their thought processes are too....simple for them. If Sirius is smart, every time they come near him, he’ll use that. But he’s been there four years already, I can’t imagine him able to hold it for that long.”
“Animagus?” the silver eyed healer asked.
“It’s an....ability....an transformation gained through careful study and potions that allows a witch or wizard to change their body into that of a chosen animal. It is how my pack was able to be with me during the full moon. James could be a Red Stag, Sirius a Grim and Peter...” his teeth clenched “a rat. Just before the war Lilly went through it as well. She became a doe. It is also illegal to be one and not be registered, but THEY did it anyway. All to be with me.”
“How did you find out about this....ability?”
They caught an image, an older woman in robes, dignified, stern, but also kind and caring, of her turning into a silver tabby cat. There was something about the woman, something BEYOND the dignity and kindness, a light shining from her even HE could see thanks to his wolf, and because of this he was always respectful and did what she asked. It wasn’t as if the wolf saw her as an alpha female, no, it was more like the wolf simply WANTED to obey her, like it saw no reason to disobey or disrespect her, and neither did he.
The Carpathians exchanged looks. THIS female was gifted, more than a witch, she was a capable female-despite her age-and somehow the wolf saw her as the pure light all females were in the Carpathian world. Only certain types of females were compatible with their males, only certain types could become lifemates, they had to have this....purity, this....spark about them, and this older female was definitely one. Her being a witch and having a magic core like HIS lifemate just meant she was capable of being brought across as an Carpathian, but this ability to change herself into a cat without a wand and by will alone showed she was gifted.
They wondered if he knew of any other gifted females who could became lifemates like her.
He had said there was some females being born in normal society, Muggleborn he called them, born-his lifemates mother thought-from those children born of magical families and rejected into human society. THESE would obviously be the sort of gifted females their males needed. However, if what the male said about the book in the school was correct, not only for THEIR country but all over the world, it explained how they were all disappearing. At eleven they went into their magical community, learned for seven years, then lived there. He didn’t know if they stayed there during their entire seven years, but the magical barrier keeping them disguised from the ‘normal’ world seemed to even be able to block the connection between a male and his lifemate, or at LEAST keep the male from sensing them.
All that he knew about the magic community was limited, the male would be able to help them learn more, perhaps even the way for their males to enter these societies so they could search for their lifemates. There had to be a way in and out for them to use. But before they even start to worry about all that, they first had to aid his lifemates full recovery, the removal of the shard and trying to figure out what to do about what would happen in six years.
“Tell us about this....ability of my lifemates. The one to communicate with snakes.”
“It called Parseltongue in our world, those who could speak it were Parselmouths or serpent-tongues. It’s not just isolated to magical snakes, but common ones as well. In Wizarding Brittan it’s classed as a Dark ability because the two most famous Wizards who spoke it were Dark Wizards, Salazar Slytherin and Voldermort himself.” He looked down at the child “if they knew she could speak it, they would reject her at best, fear her at least, or demand her death as a Dark Witch at worst.”
“Why? Speaking to snakes could not be anything dangerous.” He shook his head “Parselmouths are also said to be able to CONTROL snakes to an extent too.”
The Carpathians exchanged looks. If she truly could do this it explained why such a large obviously protective snake hadn’t attacked them or the other male yet. Her ability would also make her something Xavier and his brothers would DEFINITELY covert. They would have to keep a close guard on her and make sure her abilities weren’t leaked out.
“If you are right about the soul fragment in her, it explains that ability, there is only ONE being it could have come from.”
“That is NOT possible” the healer said, turning to him. The male blinked at him “what do you mean?”
“The soul fragment, despite it being inside her most her life, is too small and weak to be any influence on her. It it leeching off her health and magical core to sustain itself and IF she was to still bare it in a few years time, perhaps into puberty, it MAY allow the rest of the soul-if it survives-influence over her mind, but not anything else. There is NO WAY she could gain any sort of talent or ability from this piece. It does not work that way. She is it’s container, NOT part of it, at least, not yet.”
The sandy haired males eyes were wide “Well then where DID it come from?!”
“You said that there was creature blood in the past of her fathers line, Elf and shapeshifter. What sort of shapeshifter do you know?” He thought about it then shook his head “James never said.”
“Is it possible it was some sort of snake-shifter? Do those exist in your society?”
The males eyes lite up “two, the Gorgons and Lamia. The Gorgons are thought to be extinct but it was said they COULDN’T breed with other than their own race, they were said to be immortal, but none of them have been seen for centuries. But the Lamia, I had HEARD in early history, just after our society went into hiding, a few DID breed with a few select Pureblood lines, but that was thought to have died out long ago when no one showed signs of their blood.”
“What about some aspect of it? A talent say.”
His eyes widened “then it could be where Parselspeak came from! A remnant of the line long forgotten! Then it is a possibility that not only has she awakened this talent not because of the soul fragment, but the Potter line having the blood.”
“And the possibility her Carpathian blood awakened it.”
“Through YOU” he looked at the green eyed male.
“As well” he said. The male frowned “as well?”
“I saw an early memory of my lifemate’s, just after she was born. A gathering of your pack. There was mention of a healer who found my lifemates grand sire and aided him. A little more than two hundred years ago I found such an man laying in a field. Mother Earth compelled me to heal him for some reason and I did so, giving him some of my blood to speed up the healing process. The fact my lifemates grand sire AND father both found their mate-their eqivilant of a lifemate....It is too large a coincidence. Mayhap her mother was able to sense it in her father, but her father sensing it in HER, even with creature blood from previous generations?”
“Not to mention the child had sensed HIM” the older female said, looking at the still sleeping child. The sandy haired man’s eyes were slightly widened “YOU were that healer?!” He nodded “it seems my actions that day ensured my lifemate was born to me.”
“To US” the sandy haired male nodded “without your actions I wouldn’t have met James. While I MAY have met Sirius, I don’t think we would have been friends. Sirius was...IS who he is because of James and his family. They gave him what he wanted, what he NEEDED to be who he wanted, what he was inside, not what his family wanted and was trying to force him to be.”
“What do you mean? What were they trying to force him to be?”
“There is three classes of magic and therefore Wizards and Witches in our society, Light, Dark and Grey. Light are those seen as good, spells such as healing, Dark are those seen as evil-such as ones that injure-the three Unforgivables are Dark magic. Grey are those that could be used either way. A LOT of family lines, ESPECIALLY Pureblood lines, have been using certain magics or even artifacts so long they are associated with that type of magic. For instance, the Potters are a Light Family. The Malfoys, are seen as Dark. The Blacks, Sirius family, have always been seen as Dark. Sirius’ father was a supporter of The Dark Lord, his little brother joined, but as long as I’ve known him, Sirius rebelled against them. James was a childhood friend of his and once told me he’s done so since he could understand, since they met, even to the point of being disowned by his family, removed from the family tapestry and tree and thrown out of the house. James’ parents took him in when his parents threw him out and he grew up in the Potter household. The only reason Sirius is still able to claim inheritance from the Black family now most of the family is dead is because his uncle Alphard left him an large inheritance. He can’t claim Lordship anymore, but he CAN appoint another, as long as they are related. However if Sirius doesn’t have a child himself, that Lordship, depending on events SHOULD fall on Draco Malfoy when he’s old enough, as the first male born to a Black since the heads of the line died.”
“You said MOST of the family is dead. Who else is there?”
“Sirius has three cousins, sisters, females. Bellatrix” he grimaced and they caught the image of an insane disheveled woman laughing as she tortured someone “she was and is The Dark lords most loyal follower. I think she has inspirations about becoming his ‘Queen’ when he takes over. Another is Narcissa” (a dignified blonde with an tall blonde man, nursing a baby) she is married to the heir of the Malfoy family. The last is Andromeda” (a beautiful but frail looking woman). “Andromeda is different. She WILLINGLY, like Sirius, got herself blasted off the family tapestry and line for falling in love with someone outside the family views, a Muggleborn Wizard called Edward Tonks, and having a child to him. She is a strong young woman and continues to be and Sirius sees her as his only favorite relative. He loves her like a sister. Personally I’d prefer the many Black Dark artifacts DON’T fall into the hands of the Malfoys, but without an male child by either Sirius or Andromeda, it defaults to him. Andromeda and Ted both had a daughter and Bellatrix had no children. ”
The child stirred and asked timidly “Uncle Remi?”
He looked down at her, face gentle “yes Hari?”
“I’m hungry. May I have something to eat?” she asked, voice trembling, as if afraid of being rejected. The males face softened completely as he reached down to stroke her cheek, a slight soothing growl starting from the back of his throat “of course Hari, as much as you want” He took the bag out that the child had previously had and dug through, pulling out a flask of something and a wrapped package "here, this will do for now until we finish here and I can cook you something more substantial." It was unwrapped to reveal a pile of sandwiches with meat and salad "eat slowly, don't overdo, but eat as much as you want."
The child nodded.
The youngest female was suddenly excited, she started to smile and nearly jump up and down as she spoke “what would you like to eat, sweetie, a nice soup, stew?” The child looked over at her “Who...who are you?!” She slowly approached, kneeling down to be able to face her on her level as she said softly “I’m family, just like your granddad.”
“Really?” her eyes widened innocently “you are?” She nodded slowly “I am.”
“How are we related?” she questioned softly.
“Well your granddad is my father. So that makes me one of your mother’s sisters. Your aunt. My name is Skyler.”
“Aunt?!” the girl shrank back, suddenly terrified “don’t take me from uncle Remi, please?!!!” and began to get hysterical. The male instantly reacted, gathering the child protectively into his arms-food and flask forgotten-as she began to sob, begging the man to please not let them take him away again and promising to be good if he let her stay with him.
The female looked up at her mate, tears in her eyes, confused. SHE knew what it was to be afraid, SHE knew what it was like to fear those you SHOULD love and should love you back. The fact that the child associated just the word ‘Aunt’ with terror and pain, no matter WHO it was in reference to, showed just how close their past was. Gabrel, Francesca, Demetri and Lucian had saved from that life and given her a new one with an adopted mother and father who loved and protected her unconditionally, an little sister she loved, an protective adopted uncle who avenged her treatment on those responsible and now she had numerous half sisters, a true father and his lifemate AS WELL AS an aunt of her own. She had once rejected that side of her that was mage, feared it, because it made her HIS, but that didn’t matter now, her father had no more control over what had happened to him than she had, he was just as much a victim of his grandfather as she was, as-in her own way-this child was.
“It’s alright, Hari, not every person is like the Dursleys. They were cruel people because they were jealous. Jealous because you are such a good, gifted person. Do you remember what Uncle Sev told you about your mother?” She nodded “mummy was special and could do magic, but her sister and mummy and daddy couldn’t. Aunt Petunia wanted to do it too but she couldn’t so she was mean to mummy. She wanted to go to the same school as mummy as well, but wasn’t allowed. She was mean to her, so they didn’t talk to each other anymore. When the bad man took my parents away from me and the headmaster took me to Aunty, she didn’t want me because I am just like her, she was jealous.”
“Exactly. Your Aunt Petunia is your mothers sister from your grandmother Rose and grandfather Harold. Your mother came from your grandmother Rose and your grandfather Razvan here. Your Aunt HERE is from your grandfather Razvan and another lady. Your Aunt Petunia and her HUSBAND were the mean ones, but it doesn’t mean that just because she is also your aunt, she is an mean person too.”
The child looked thoughtful, they could all almost see the wheels tuning in her head as she tried to work it out or herself. “So, Aunt Petunia is mean because of grandfather Harold, and because mummy and Aunt Skyler aren’t his kids, they aren’t mean?”
“No, sweetie, some people are just mean. We don’t know why it happens, it just does.”
“I don’t get it” she frowned.
“Neither do we.” The youngest female spoke again “I think it was more who your great-great and MY great granddad is.” The sandy haired male spoke out with a frown “What do you mean?”
“Skyler...” the green eyed male started to warn her, but she looked at him “they NEED to know, they need to know just in case. It’s only a matter of time before they find out about her and try to either get or use her. He needs to know.”
The male sighed heavily in a very human action and looked at the sandy haired male “my grandfather, Xavier. He was a magic user like you, a powerful one. He was once an allie of our race and your kind and ours lived in harmony. We exchanged knowledge. The spell you mentioned, the Fidelius Charm, sounds similar to our safeguards we use over our human homes. Xavier killed a male of our race and kidnapped his lifemate. He kept her alive long enough to force her to bear him three children, triplets, my father and my two aunts. My grandmothers.....family line is powerful and revered among our kind, the Dragonseekers, but grandfather kept the aunts in their dragon form as punishment for helping my father escape. Father found his lifemate and had myself and my twin Natayla, however my mother was murdered and father disappeared, also murdered by grandfather. We were kept captive as replacements and he made my sister create new spells for him and myself, I have always had a head for strategies. I was able to help free my sister, but at a cost.” His eyes locked to the sandy haired male “my grandfather used four fragments of himself, shadows, to possess my body and used me to seduce numerous gifted human females around the world and conceive children to them. I have no idea just how many there are. Currently we are only aware and have found five of them, HER mother one of them.”
His lifemate spoke out “we are telling you this for a reason, warning you. We faced Xavier, we are SURE we ended him. However recently the aunts remembered something they had been forced to forget. Xavier had brothers, they were triplets, and his brothers were WORSE than him. And they’re after something, what we do not know, and they are desperate to find it. Once they do, everyone will suffer. Not just our race, but every other being or creature on this world, it does not matter.”
“What are you saying?!” the sandy haired male asked suspiciously.
“War, nothing like what you have already experienced or expect, but war so bad it will wipe everything from the face of existence. They do not want to conquer or rule, they wish to destroy.”
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