Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Prologue
"Blood is everything." A saying that divided Britain's magical community.
The real meaning of these words however, were twisted and wrongfully misunderstood throughout time. Just as wizards and witches started to categorize magic into separate entities, they lost the knowledge which was once so very important.
Blood…It was one of the deciding factors in a person's personality and magic. The oldest bloods—the purebloods—were the most affected.
It wasn't a coincidence that every magical clan shared strong visible traits, or that all family members held a key similarity, be it a curse or a blessing.
The Blacks, for example, were notorious for their insanity. Most attributed it to the dark magic they dabbled in, and while that might have played a part in it, it was really the inbreeding that strengthened the curse that ran through their veins. The madness that eventually overtook each and every one of them until their minds were lost to reality.
Only a few members were fortunate enough to unknowingly escape this fate. Regulus Black died before it ever manifested in him. Narcissa Black married a Malfoy, a family who held the crest of faith in their bloodlines, and that, coupled with her lifestyle as a non-violent high society noble lady (unlike her sister Bellatrix), repressed some of her darker tendencies.
Sirius Black shunned his heritage from a young age; continuously drawing away until the only sign left of the Black madness was his temper. His friendship with the Potter heir, a family known for their luck (good or bad), and the rest of the Marauders only strode to maintain his sane state of mind.
It was unfortunate that the current Wizarding World remained unaware of even the slightest capabilities and consequences regarding the power each bloodline owned; as the knowledge was lost centuries ago due to the spreading ignorance in segregating Magic into "dark" and "light".
It was a terrible shame that everybody merely accepted the inherited likeness that each generation held as genetics or a quirk of fate. And it would eventually be their undoing in unknowingly breaking the rules regarding the sacredness of blood.
A child should only have one dominant magical affinity—their father's.
But what happens when the wild magic that muggleborn's possess and a pureblooded Potter's luck are mixed together? What happens when one of the few lucky—and also pureblooded—Blacks who unknowingly quelled his insanity, blood-adopted such a rare paring's daughter, accidentally giving rise to the dormant Black blood inherited from the baby's paternal grandmother, Dorea Potter nee Black?
Two pureblooded fathers. One by conception and the other through ritual. Both equal in their claims for the baby's affinity. The likes of which would constantly war within her until a deciding bloodline shone through.
Now throw in the mother's wild magic, and was it honestly surprising that the disastrous mixture resulted in a highly functioning sociopath who's loyalty only pertained to the man she viewed as her father?
Author's Note:
This is going to be a dark! female! Harry story for all of you who haven't guessed yet.
This will also be an alternate universe. Although some events will go as planned (canon), the majority of them will be twisted to my satisfaction.
Any criticism or comments are appreciated.