Love Everlasting | By : Wolfwalker Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Love Everlasting
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Helayna, Damon, the prophesy, the plot, the Sorting Hat’s song and any names you don’t recognize. Any similarities to other fan fiction is completely coincidental.
Warning: This story is rated NC-17 due to some language and some sexual material. Better to be safe than sorry.
Author’s Note: I don’t know for sure if the brand names used in this fic are used in Britain or not, but for the purposes of this fic, they are. Also, a certain someone who left us in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is alive and well (and free) in this fic. For the purposes of this fic September first is a Sunday, Blaise Zabini is a girl and the legal drinking age is 16.
Full Summary: What happens when a prophesy, so old it’s legend, proclaiming that two people MUST fall in love or be cursed with an early, tragic death hits Hogwarts in the gang’s seventh year? Can the prophesy be fulfilled and the curse broken? Can a love between the unlikeliest of people be everlasting?
* Prologue*
~ 1005 years ago ~
“Salazar? Godric?” Helga Hufflepuff called out to the empty classroom. A door behind the teacher’s desk opened and Salazar Slytherin stepped out.
“What is it Helga?”
“The children are complaining of howling in the forest again. They say that it sounds like whatever it is is in pain. Rowena and I think we should go see what it is.” She answered.
“Go see what what is?” Godric Gryffindor asked as he too came into the room.
“The howling in the forest. The girls want to investigate.” Salazar answered.
“Oh. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.” Godric immediately headed for the door that Helga was still standing next to.
“Impulsive as usual.” Salazar muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he followed Godric. Helga just smiled as she followed the two men. They swiftly traversed the many halls of the great castle that had just recently become the home of the fledgling school of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts. Godric was about to open the front doors when a stern voice behind them stopped him in his tracks.
“And just where do you think you are going?” Rowena Ravenclaw asked, hands on hips and foot tapping. Godric turned and gave her his most charming smile.
“Rowena! We were just taking yours and Helga’s sage advice and going to go see what all that howling in the forest was about.”
“Without me?” Rowena challenged.
“Of course not!” Godric feigned shock very well in Salazar’s opinion. “We were going to wait for you on the front steps, that’s all.” Godric finished.
Rowena glared at him, then strode purposefully past him and opened the door. The others followed suit and soon they were at the edge of the Dark Forest. Another anguished howl sounded and the four companions headed in the direction it had come from. After about thirty minutes of hiking they came upon a female black wolf and four recently born pups. The mother was obviously weak and her babies seemed to be having trouble getting milk. Helga, the healer, knelt down beside the animal, running her hand over the head and down along the side. The wolf whimpered and reached her tongue out to lick Helga’s hand.
“We need to get them to the castle. She needs help.” Helga said softly. The other three looked at each other, then Godric took off his cloak, wrapped it around the sick mother wolf and gently picked her up. Helga and Rowena each picked up a puppy, Salazar grabbed the remaining two and they all headed back to the castle.
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A few days later, the wolf was nestled snuggly in a cozy nest of blankets, happily nursing her pups. “Well, now that she’s better, what are we going to do with them?” Rowena asked her friends.
Salazar looked at the animals and picked up the pup that had wobbled her way over to them. “Have you noticed the power … the energy that radiates off of them?” The others nodded and he continued. “I think we should keep them … train them. Maybe cast a few spells, then find others in the forest to breed them with. Within a few generations the magic we add will have become genetic.” Rowena held up her hand to stop him at this point. He was getting rather excited at the possibilities he imagined and if she didn’t stop him now who knew how long he would ramble.
“Slow down Salazar. What do you mean train?”
“To protect the school.” he answered simply.
“Do you really think that will be necessary?” Helga asked, a bit shocked at the possibility of her beloved school needing protection.
“Most likely not, what with the spells and charms on the castle, but one never knows. Better to be prepared, don’t you think?”
“I suppose. I just don’t like the idea of violence, you know that. Besides, we haven’t had any trouble from the muggles for a few hundred years.”
“I wasn’t necessarily referring to muggles.” he muttered, so low that they almost missed it. Almost.
“That’s why you mentioned spells, in case the attack was of a magical nature. I’m assuming you were thinking of protection charms and the like?” Rowena analyzed.
“Precisely!” Salazar smiled.
` “I think it’s a good idea.” Godric finally spoke up. “Even if the need never arises, it would be nice to know that it is covered anyway. Besides, they are kind of cute, don’t you think?” he asked as he picked up another pup.
“Yes, I suppose they are.” Rowena said, petting the one in Godric’s arms.
“It does sound like a good idea. What do you say Rowena?” Helga asked.
Rowena sighed and looked at the wolves, then at her three best friends. “I say let’s do it.”
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~ 1580 ~
A fifteen year old girl with lovely brown curls and brown eyes rushed down the stairs to the Great Hall, her arms full of books. She was late meeting her best friend Abigail Smathers. As she neared the bottom, her toe caught on the hem of her robe, tearing it and sending her head first the rest of the way down the stairs. She flung out her arms, dropping her books, so that she might catch herself, but a pair of strong hands caught her under the arms and helped her to right herself.
“Are you all right?” a silky, male voice asked.
“Yes, thank you.” she said softly. The young man before her appeared to be about the same age as she, with platinum blond hair and icy blue eyes. He was a very handsome gentleman.
He smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. “I am Damon Moulon, fifth year Slytherin.”
“Helayna LeMonn, fifth year Gryffindor.” she ducked her head demurely, then bent down and began gathering her books and parchments. He knelt down beside her to help. “Thank you Mr. Moulon.” she said.
“Please, call me Damon. I’m glad to be of assistance.” He flashed his dazzling smile again, then offered her his arm. “May I escort you to your table?”
She nodded her head, “Yes, please.” and took his arm. They received a few stares as they entered the Great Hall and Helayna began to blush slightly. Damon, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice anything, or pretended not to. By the time they reached the Gryffindor table almost everyone had returned to their meals.
“Until we meet again Miss LeMonn.” he said, kissing her hand again.
“Yes.” she whispered as he turned and headed for the Slytherin table.
“Tell me everything.” Abigail said excitedly when she sat down.
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~ 7 years ago ~
Severus Snape strode purposefully through the maternity ward of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries until he reached a door at the end of the corridor. He stood for a few seconds, then knocked sharply. The door opened to reveal his younger brother Sebastian Snape. Severus entered the room and saw his sister-in-law Annelise Snape sitting up in bed nursing her newborn daughter Samantha Anne Snape. He shook Sebastian’s hand and nodded to Annelise. She smiled in return as she put Samantha on her shoulder to burp.
“Congratulations Sebastian.” he told the beaming man at his side.
“Thank you. She’s beautiful isn’t she?”
Severus murmured consent as he was dragged to a chair next to the hospital bed. Sebastian took Samantha from her mother and promptly placed her in her uncle’s arms. Severus sat stiffly, but when the tiny child in his arms did not move, he relaxed and began to study his niece. The fuzz on top of her head was black like her father’s and her eyes were dark like his too. Thankfully, she had her mother’s nose. He held her for a little while longer then returned her to Annelise. Sebastian beckoned him out into the hallway.
“Severus, I need to ask a favor of you.” Sebastian started nervously. Severus raised an eyebrow and Sebastian continued. “If anything were to … happen to Annelise and I … I’ll need you to take care of Samantha for us.”
“Is there something I should be aware of?” Severus asked.
“No. Not yet anyway. I have an idea that I may need your help with, but I don’t have it all worked out yet. I just … want to be sure that Sam is taken care of. Please Severus?” he asked earnestly.
Severus studied his brother for a moment, then said, “I don’t know how good I’ll be at it, but yes, I’ll take care of Samantha for you.”
Sebastian let out the breath he had been holding. “Thank you brother.”
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~ Present day ~
“Wormtail!” Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, bellowed through the manor house in Little Hangleton. The pitiful sidekick Peter Pettigrew scurried into the room, skirting the large snake Nagini.
“Yes Master?” Peter squeaked as Nagini let out a malevolent hiss.
“Tell me, Wormtail, who do we have coming to us from Hogwarts this year?” Tom asked, hissing still on the s’, though not as much since he obtained a body two years ago.
Peter thought quickly. “Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle of course.” he said aloud to himself, trying to remember who else had children in their seventh year at Hogwarts.
“Of course. Who else you imbecile?” Tom railed.
Peter jumped in surprise realizing he must have spoken aloud. “Nott and Monoco. Spencer and Davis.”
“Hmm. Monoco and Davis have girls, do they not?”
“Y-yes my lord. But they are much like Bellatrix was at that age. They will make excellent servants Master.”
Tom gave a small smile at the thought of Bellatrix Black Lestrange at the age of seventeen. “And who do you think hates Potter the most?” he asked, more to himself. Peter stood in shock, not quite believing the Dark Lord had just asked his opinion. “Well?” Tom barked.
“W-well Master, I … I would have to say D-draco Malfoy, my lord. P-potter has constantly outshone him since their first year.”
“Yes, he has. Leave me! I have much to think about.” Tom stroked Nagini lovingly as Peter scurried out the door, closing it softly behind him.
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