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Remaking Destiny	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 23080 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Author’s Note – I really do appreciate those who left such wonderful reviews and who have taken time to pm with me as well to discuss things. You guys are utterly amazing, and you’re all an inspiration to me. I do apologize for the length of time between updates. I was off my meds for months due to financial problems and recently was able to get back on them. During the time they were building in my bloodstream, I was unable to write or do any reading because I spent every day both foggy and groggy. Now that everything has stabilized, I’m clear headed, emotions a bit more stable, and ready to write!
Disclaimer – I do not own “Harry Potter” nor do I make money from this story.
Chapter Seven – Discoveries Made
The team from Gringotts arrived within an hour of receiving the response from the Longbottom Matriarch. The group was escorted into the parlor, and everyone’s eyes widened when they recognized the lead goblin. The fact this particular individual was here was both a serious honor as well as surprise for it was rare he left the bank.
“Lord Ragnok,” Callidora greeted, rising and giving a curtsy to show respect for his considerable rank. “Welcome to Dóchas na Myrddin.”
“Countess,” he responded, bowing as he did so. “The information regarding certain estates reached me, and I wished to oversee things personally. Viscount Black, I was pleased to hear of your release.”
“I was informed your goblins worked with my cousin and our family law firm to ensure she had the information required to ensure I was given a fair trial,” Sirius said to him, voice grave. “I am grateful to them.”
“It’s bad business when our noble account holders are wrongfully accused and we do nothing to lend our aid,” the king of the goblins told him. “Even more so when I find that there have been attempts at meddling with the estate vaults entrusted to our care.”
“We were very displeased when Callidora informed us,” the viscount told the goblin. “She assured me that Gringotts moved quickly to ensure my godson’s vaults were not tampered with. She has also stated that your people will be having the wills read soon?”
The goblin gave them a wicked smirk, telling the humans in the room that something had been done and they were going to like it.
“I am breaking with protocol,” Ragnok commented. “After the team examines Lord Potter and Heir Longbottom, we shall have the readings here and I also have a report regarding our research into the prophecy the former Marquess reported to the Dowager Countess.”
“A very busy evening,” Walburga stated. “We are all pleased to see that everything has been handled so swiftly, Lord Ragnok.”
The king nodded, taking note of the same expression on Baron and Baroness Malfoy’s faces. These were powerful clients, and he knew he had done the right thing in stepping in to handle things.
“We should see to the young lord and heir,” Ragnok began. “I am aware that almost every magical nursery is layered in specific charms for the health and protection of the children. Is there a ceremonial room in the home?”
“There is,” Callidora replied, rising to her feet. “If you’ll follow me please?”
After sending a messenger to the nanny elf to meet them at the ceremonial room, the Dowager Countess led the goblins and humans to the room that had been requested for their use.
The ceremonial room was always at the heart of every estate that was as ancient as Dóchas na Myrddin was. Though protected by every ward, enchantment, and runic combination, the room itself was neutral so magical ceremonies and rituals could be conducted without fear of magical contamination.
The nanny elf was waiting outside of the room, giving the little lord to Sirius while Narcissa took Draco from her as well. Callidora accepted Neville, soothing him softly when he made a quiet sound when he was moved.
“If you’ll lay Heir Longbottom on the altar,” the head healer requested as the group entered the ceremonial room.
The Longbottom Matriarch nodded, heading towards the beautifully carved altar. Gently, she rested her great grandson onto it, rubbing his belly soothingly for a moment before moving out of the way of the healers.
The group watched as the goblin healers went to work, and each of them were hoping that the child had not come to harm during the attack on his family. Walburga rested a hand on her cousin’s shoulder, silently lending her support while the assessment was ongoing.
“Countess, do you know if Heir Longbottom’s parents cast any binding spells upon him,” a healer asked, turning to the older woman.
“Not that I am aware of,” she answered. “Traditionally, Longbottoms are against binding an infant’s core unless there’s absolute need to do so. It’s loosened fairly quickly once the child begins learning control. According to Alice, Neville showed no need of having that done.”
“Someone has done so, and it’s fairly recent,” the goblin continued, involuntarily taking a step back when rage showed on the woman’s face.
“How recent,” Callidora managed to grit out in an even tone.
“The last two days, my lady, and the magic does not have a familial taste to it.”
“Do you have the means of capturing the magical signature for ritual purposes,” she asked, catching everyone by surprise.
“We do,” Ragnok answered, knowing what the woman was going to do. “Once you declare it, we shall ensure the actions are recorded.”
“Do it,” the dowager countess said flatly, eyes gleaming with fury.
The healer nodded, capturing the signature and setting the stone that held it in a safe place. Carefully, the group removed the bindings on the infant, watching in satisfaction as the boy’s magical core pulsed in response.
“No damage to his core,” the head healer reported to the humans. “Had this binding remained, there would have been considerable damage to both his core and the pathways magic follows through the body.”
“Why would anyone do such a thing to a baby,” Narcissa murmured, holding her son to her heart. “Magical children are a gift from our Mother herself.”
“Heir Longbottom was exposed to black magic,“ Sirius told the goblins. “Will there be any long term effects from it?”
“We were able to purge it from his system, but there has been something of significance that we’ve noticed,” the healer began. “His magic has already chosen an affinity.”
“At this young an age,” Lucius interjected, stunned by the report. “Children’s magic don’t begin choosing affinities until they’re nearly ready for Hogwarts.”
“You can blame the one who bound his magic as well as those who harmed him with black magic,” another healer replied, sounding as displeased as the humans felt. “It forced his core to begin choosing which way his power and gifts should go.”
“Are you able to discern which way it is aligning itself,” Walburga asked, blinking when the healer nodded.
“He will be a gray wizard, Lady Black,” he told them, shocking all of them into a brief period of silence.
“There hasn’t been a gray aligned wizard in the Longbottom family for ten generations,” Callidora said in a dangerously quiet voice. “Even with my alignment, my children and grandchildren have been light oriented.”
“The potential was always there,” Ragnok said, having made a study of this. “However, the binding and the exposure to black magic pushed his magic into accepting this alignment.”
“This will make educating him a challenge,” she murmured, scooping her grandson up. “However, the House of Longbottom will see it done.”
Sirius headed to the altar, heart aching because he just knew that his godson had damage from the attack by Voldemort. All he could do was hope to the gods that the damage wouldn’t be too severe because the baby had enough to face in the future.
Once the child was laid on the altar, the goblins began examining the little lord. The watching adults could hear the conversation going on in their native tongue, and they were worried by the tone of voice they could hear from the group.
At the querying look from Narcissa, Lucius gave his wife a shake of his head, dreading the news that would be forthcoming soon because the baby had been exposed to one of the darkest spells known to their kind. She nodded, understanding and hoping that her husband was wrong.
“The little lord’s magic was bound,” the healer spat out, sounding furious. “Same magical signature as the one who did the same to Heir Longbottom. We’ve captured a sample of the signature.”
Callidora was near vibrating with rage, and it was only Walburga’s hand on her shoulder that kept her from reacting. Her cousins and Lucius were also infuriated by what they’d been told.
“What else did you find,” she asked, barely keeping herself in check.
“The magical scar can be eradicated,” the healer said. “But there is a problem. Somehow, a piece of foreign magic has wedged itself into Lord Potter’s soul at the fringes and is trying to work itself into his soul and magic.”
“Is that even possible,” the baron interjected, stunned by what he’d heard. “Magic isn’t supposed to be able to be separated like that.”
“It should not be, but it has done so. This must be removed and soon,” the head healer told him. “This will be dangerous to him as he ages.”
“Can you do it,” Sirius asked, worried for his godson.
“We are doing so now,” the goblin reassured him, joining his companions as the group worked to remove the foreign piece of magic from the child.
The group waited, watching as the goblins kept working over the squirming infant. He made soft sounds of discomfort, making the hearts of the wizards and witches ache because they didn’t like the fact the young one was hurting.
Eventually, the group moved away from the altar, reporting the results of everything that had been done and discovered.
“The shard has been removed and destroyed,” the healer told them. “Had this not been removed, this could have caused a weakness in his natural occlumency walls, leaving him prone to psychic attacks, and the binding of his magic would have caused similar problems as Heir Longbottom. Whoever found him after the attack on his home should have ensured he had seen a healer.
“Like Heir Longbottom, Lord Potter’s magic has aligned itself to the gray and possibly would have gone dark had that shard not been removed.”
Magic rippled around Callidora, and her voice was very restrained when she addressed the goblins.
“I will need a few moments before we have the reading of the wills,” she said to them. “I appreciate what all of you have done for the children.”
“Of course,” Ragnok said, saying something in his native tongue. He sent the healers back to the bank and his assistant to get things set up for the reading of the wills. The crystals used to capture the recording of the magical signature of the one who had bound the magical cores of the children had been left on the altar.
Once all but the king were gone, the nanny elf came for the three children and left the adults alone in the ceremonial room. That was when Callidora’s ability to hold tightly onto her anger began to erode quickly and she headed to the altar, pulling pins out of her hair as she did so.
Narcissa and Walburga, recognizing what she was about to do, turned to their lords to silently ask for permission. Both Sirius and Lucius nodded, knowing they were in the right to follow their blood relative, and they followed the two women as they went to the altar. Pins were removed from their hair, allowing the tresses to hang free from the usual buns they habitually wore.
All three women stood around the altar with Sirius standing several feet behind Walburga and Callidora, centered between them. Lucius was behind Narcissa, several feet away as well. Ragnok, who had not left the room, was standing well away as observer.
“Mother Magic, hear our cry! Our children have been harmed, and our blood screams for vengeance,” the oldest witch called out.
The men’s breath caught when magic ripped around them powerfully, and they knew it was a signal that Magic had heard the Callidora’s call.
Walburga continued the incantation, hair whipping wildly around her face and body as she invoked the next portion of the ritual.
“Someone has sought to use our children for his own gains, binding that which You have given them,” she called, her own magic feeding into the swirl of power that rippled around the altar with the deadly force of a hurricane.
“I stand for the mothers lost, who cannot bring this supplication to You,” Narcissa continued, voice full of anger and ice. “Our children are our precious gifts, given to us by You, and their very bonds to You were threatened. Had it not been caught, their ability to wield Your gift would have been damaged.”
Sirius and Lucius said nothing, feeding their magic to show support but as this was a woman’s ritual design to call upon the maternal aspect of Magic, they really had no other part than to support the females of their houses. Both men froze, eyes widening as the pale image of Lily Potter took the open side of the altar.
“By House Longbottom, before You, Mother Magic, I declare a feud in blood and magic against the one who has harmed our children!”
“By House Black, before You, Mother Magic, I also declare a feud in blood and magic against the one who has harmed our children!”

“By House Malfoy,” Narcissa called out, voice strong with anger and determination. “Before You, Mother Magic, I declare a feud in blood and magic against the one who has harmed our children!”
“By House Potter, before You, Mother Magic, and before Death Himself, I do declare a feud in blood and magic against the one who has harmed our children,” Lily’s voice was cold and soft, sending chills down the spines of the men who were listening. She was furious, and her remaining magic was feeding the ritual.
“Hear our cry! Give us justice!
At the combined voices of all four women and the combined magic of all six, the crystal containing the magic of the one who had tried to hurt their children shattered. Magic showed an image of a house crest covered in blood with their own house crests around it, shining like a beacon.
Magic twisted the family magic of all assembled, registering the feud before dying down. Once the power had ebbed, all eyes turned to the ghostly image of Lily Potter.
Green eyes watched all three of the women, her voice soft and wispy as she addressed the trio.
“A mother’s magic is strongest of all magic,” she told them softly. “Love my son, take him into your hearts and continue what I have given. My gift shall extend to the ones of your blood as well.”
With that, she disappeared and the adults as well as Ragnok were stunned into silence.
Author’s End Note – I really hope everyone enjoyed this installment. For those of you who are reading on a site that doesn’t allow for update alerts, please check my profile for the yahoo group I have where I post alerts and links to the updates. Please let me know what you think of the chapter! See everyone next time. ~ Laran
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