A collaborative effort with jdwest91 and Niros The Mad Warlock.

After Voldemort's downfall, McGonagall creates a new house, forcing the students to join together and look past their differences. Little does she know the danger creating such a house puts everyone in. The three unlikely friends will soon discover what destiny has in store. A collaborative effort following the adventure from three different points of view.

Prologue Part 1: Lovelyn

"Master and Mistress wish to see Miss in the study, Miss," whispered a house elf from the bedroom door. With a sigh, Lovelyn Fox put down the magazine she was reading and rose from the lounging position she was enjoying on her bed. The usual teenage wizarding fandom posters covered her walls, with signed photos of her favorite quidditch players fastened around her floor-length mirror. The Bulgarian Keeper blew her a kiss as she walked past it. Her desk was cluttered in some semi-organized disarray of odds and ins, but her vanity was perfectly organized with every trinket safely tucked away in its own container. She liked to have things organized, but often her desk became so disorganized from regular use. The bedspread mirrored her personality on most days with a deep red accented with black and white bold stripes, but her walls were a simple shade of cream. The house elf at the door fidgeted before continuing, "Shall I inform Master and Mistress that Miss is on her way?"

"Yes, do inform them," Lovelyn exhaled, approaching the door to her room. The small elf held the door for her before quietly shutting it behind them and then hurrying ahead to announce her approach to the master and mistress of the house. Any other teen may have argued with the house elf for trying to trip over itself for Lovelyn. However, Lovelyn was unlike many other teens. Although she didn't pay much mind to her family tree, Lovelyn knew that she came from a long line of pureblood witches and wizards, but unlike a number of pureblood witches and wizards, Lovelyn also had a worthy inheritance to go along with it.

With a sigh, Lovelyn pushed the sleeves of her cashmere sweater from her elbows back down to her wrists. Her shoes tapped quietly down the lavishly decorated tile hallways and down the gorgeous grand stair as Lovelyn made her way to the study. To be precise, it wasn't "the" study since there were several within the Fox home, but it was the only one regularly used by both her mother and her father when they wanted an audience with their daughter. They also used it for brief visits with guests who would only be stopping by for a few minutes. Lovelyn had always thought that it was a little silly how many formalities had to be acknowledged within her family since they were not only wealthy but also of pure wizarding blood. She would be free of all of the formalities soon, but of course she didn't know that.

As she approached the study, she quieted her footsteps to barely a whisper. She was sure she could hear someone having an argument, but it couldn't be her parents; they would find it very improper to argue anywhere but behind closed doors. Though she had to admit that the voices seemed to be somewhat hushed in comparison to normal arguments.

"A teacher, Phineas?!" heard Lovelyn. It was most definitely her mother's voice.

"He was disowned by my family. I am of no relation to him any longer. He is none of my concern." came her father's harsh but stern voice.

"Oh, but Phineas! A teacher! For children of magical families!" exclaimed Lovelyn's mother once more. The argument might have went on if Lovelyn's shoes hadn't squeaked against the floor to announce her arrival.

"Lovelyn Marie?" came the soft voice of her mother. "You have mail, dearest."

Disowned? she thought as she finally entered the study. I wonder what all that was about! But she dare not ask, and so the topic was tucked away for some other time.

With a soft curtsy, Lovelyn acknowledged her parents and awaited their cue. They sat upon an antique loveseat. There was a small table in front of the loveseat with more seating on either side. The tall windows had light flowing drapes to let the sun into the room. The few bookcases furnishing the room where against the same wall the window was with the mirroring wall showing off some painted portraits of long deceased ancestors.

With a motion of his strong hand, Phineas Fox motioned for his daughter to seat herself. The firm and unfriendly look on his face was normal, as was the formal jacket he wore over his buttoned silk shirt. Cold grey eyes that mirrored Lovelyn's complimented his silver cuff links. His brown hair was of course perfectly combed. A quick glance at his shoes would show only her own reflection, Lovelyn was sure of that. She had many memories of her mother helping to heal and bandage the house elves Phineas had beaten when his shoes were not polished to satisfaction.

Beside him, Lucretzia Fox wore her usual neatly painted smile and gentle yet tired blue eyes. Her naturally curled strawberry hair was wound tightly into a neat bun on the back of her head. She looked almost like a porcelain doll with her neat, lace-covered dress, but the effect was ruined with the obvious wear on her face. Years of dealing with her husband's anger and unquestionable authority seemed to wear her down. With him beside her, she was only his pretty, submissive, and loyal wife. When he wasn't nearby to command her, her true beauty came out with a confident smile that would stop you in your tracks. Lucretzia was the one Lovelyn truly admired, but Lovelyn often wished her mother would stand up to her controlling husband. Never once would Lovelyn whisper even a word against the stern man, however.

"Lovelyn, dearest, open your letters." The same house elf from earlier peeked out from behind a chair to hand Lovelyn the two envelopes. With only a glance at them, Lovelyn knew what they were. The parchment-colored envelope had the Hogwarts seal on the close, and the light blue-envelope with elegant script had the Beauxbaton seal on the close. They were her acceptance letters for school.

"Beauxbaton is clearly the better choice of the two," said Phineas Fox, firmly, as Lovelyn quickly read both of the acceptance letters.

"And their dress uniforms are so stately!" exclaimed Lucretzia, as she softly clapped her hands together to emphasize her point. "As a Beauxbaton Alumni-" but Lovelyn cut her off.

"I'm going to Hogwarts." Lovelyn said firmly.

"Beauxbaton will give you an extra year to study for your OWLs," reasoned Lucretzia, "they will also be sure you are fully equipped to handle any formal-" but Lovelyn cut her off again.

"I'm going to Hogwarts." she said again.

"If I wrote to Madame Maxime, I'm sure I could convince her to-" once more, Lucretzia tried to encourage her daughter to follow with the will of the head of house. Once more, however, Lovelyn made it clear that she was having none of that.

"I will go to Hogwarts," Lovelyn said softly, handing the light blue letter to the nearby elf to dispose of, "It is ultimately my decision, not yours. So I will go to the school of my choice, and that is final." She wasn't going to argue this. She was going to Hogwarts. They wouldn't waste her time with classes on proper etiquette and ladies attire for the upper classes in the wizarding community. They would teach her magic and things which Lovelyn dubbed a great deal more important and worth her time. Lovelyn recrossed her ankles and smoothed her wrinkle-free skirt, waiting for the rebuttal.

"If you go to Hogwarts," started Phineas, "then you will go to the same house I did." He was never one for many words. His point was always made clear. He had many others to do the arguing for him. His wife was one of them.

Lovelyn scowled in response.

"Yes! Slytherin is a nice house. The best in Hogwarts, I should say!" as if on cue, Lucretzia took up the new argument like a songbird would pick up a tune.

"The sorting hat-" Lovelyn started to argue only for her father to interrupt her firmly.

"Will sort you into the house you ask it to. Slytherin is in your blood." said Phineas. Lovelyn could tell that his patience was growing thin, yet she still had to try.

"The hat will only-" she started again.

"You will do as I say, daughter. If you will not go to Beauxbaton, you will see to it that you are put into the house made for Purebloods: Slytherin. We are finished," with a wave of dismissal, that was it. Lovelyn knew that she could get away with arguing which school she would go to since, indeed, it was her decision alone, but she also knew that her father would force her to follow his rule in some way. This time, it would be which house she was sorted into since that was the one thing he could control in this situation.

Lovelyn took leave of her parent's company to head back to her room. There was no point in trying to argue any further. Phineas would not physically harm his own daughter, but that didn't mean there were not ways in which he would still prove his point to her. Lovelyn had once tried asking her mother about her father's role in the Second Wizarding War, but Lucretzia would only smile and encourage Lovelyn to focus on more important topics. Lovelyn was sure that such a vicious man as he must have been a supporter of the dark side in one way or another, even if only financially. But her mother would never confirm such a thing since even only whispers of such a thing could result in an inquiry from the Ministry of Magic.

Shutting the door behind her, Lovelyn couldn't help but to stomp her foot. As childish of an act as it was, it was one of the few things she could do to vent her anger. She used to throw things, but her father would reprimand the house elves for breaking the items. She used to scream, cry, and throw a huge fuss, but Phineas made sure the screams of the elves would be louder as he burned their hands and ears. Although many of the other families they socialized with confirmed that house elves were only objects or possessions used to cater to their whims, Lovelyn learned through her mother's actions that house elves were creatures that possessed wishes, dreams, fears, and that felt pain just like any other being. When she had discovered this, she felt it was wrong to abuse them as her father did, possessions or not. She wouldn't destroy a shoe because she stubbed her toe, nor would she tear apart her comforter because it rolled off of her in the night. Thus, she had decided, it was wrong to discipline the elves where they had no control over what had gone wrong.

Simmering, Lovelyn clenched her fists and stomped her foot down once more. She would go to Hogwarts. She would not be his little pureblood heiress. She refused to mimic him in his ways, but she also refused to quietly submit to his will as her mother did.

Lovelyn would go to Hogwarts and she would make sure that she would be put into any house but Slytherin.

Hurray! The Prologue (part 1) is finished!
Jdwest91 and Niros The Mad Warlock have been a great pleasure to write with so far! We decided to do the beginning chapters (prologues pt 1-3 and chapters 1-3) from the separate views so that you, the reader, can get to know our characters and their stories better. We felt this was necessary as all our characters will be playing a major role in the unfolding story. After these initial chapters are finished, we will be alternating views for the remaining chapters to hopefully keep things interesting.
Hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoy writing it!
-GG

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