"Master, welcome back," The principal of Kuoh High School welcomed a young man into his office. For years the principal has waited for the return of his master, for exactly eight hundred years. The Principal of Kuoh High is like his Master a very elegant and handsome young man. He is very tall and has shoulder-length silky blonde hair, with bright blue eyes and a very cheerful smile. "I believe that your travels has changed you, more than in one way. Tea sir?" Offered the principal suddenly which brought a smile on his Master's face.
"Thank you, Frankenstein." Acknowledged Frankenstein's Master who took a seat on the comfy leather bench. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips and he took a small sip, tasting the tea of his servant. "You have improved Frankenstein. And yes, my travels has changed me in ways more than one." Complimented the younger male in the office, his jet black hair framed his handsome face. Bright emerald eyes glanced out of the window left of him, seeing the children working dignity in their classes. "For eight hundred years, I did my duty as the personification of the cosmic force ...Death. And in that time, I fell in love."
Frankenstein's blue eyes widened in pleasant surprise for his master. Bowing his head for him, the servant said. "That is pleasant news sir, when will I meet the Lady Peverell?"
"She is no longer among the living, Frankenstein. My wife choose to travel to the beyond, and I decided to watch over my bloodline." The sad undertone in his Master's voice made the servant lose his upbeat persona. Closing his eyes to give his master some needed privacy before opening them. Offering his Master a new cup of tea, who accept it graceful. "However, when I did my duties and guided the souls away from the plain of the living, I lost track of my bloodline..." The Lord Peverell's voice trailed off in the end.
"You believe that someone is hiding them or that they murdered them." Commented Frankenstein warily, and with good conscience. Death, or Hadrian Azraeuz Peverell is a gentle young man, however when provoked his rage and power will plunge this world in endless darkness. Seeing his Lord nod his head slightly, almost barely recognizing of acknowledge. "Very well sir, when will we leave?"
Hadrian Azraeuz Peverell's lips curled up in ghost of a smile, his bright emerald eyes lighted up at his most loyal servant. With a soft, gentle voice, Hadrian replied. "When you're ready Frankenstein."
"Very well sir, I prepare the necessary items and accommodation for the trip." Frankenstein said while he placed a third cup of tea in front of his master, who has already turned his attention to the school field where he can see several young girls talking in groups. "Sir, one question. Where will we go?"
"Great Britain, Surrey, Little Whinging because I believe that I will meet there my last descendant of my bloodline." Frankenstein shivered a bit when the cold voice of his Master promised that when he find who is responsible of annihilating his bloodline, that person will die a gruesome death.
Great Britain, Surrey, Little Whining...
A man appeared on the corner a cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tails twitched and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name is Albus Dumbledore.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." The man Albus Dumbledore spoke up to the tabby, but it had done. Instead he was looking now at a rather sever-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the marking the cat had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" She asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly." Dumbledore's amusement was clearly heard in his jest. Professor McGonagall just turned her nose up and huffed. Her stern glare resting on the older wizard.
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day." Said Professor McGonagall.
"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. "Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," She said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no – even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursley's dark living room window. "I heard it. Flock of owls … shootings stars ...Well, they're not completely stupid. They are bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent – I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"You can't blame them," Said Dumbledore gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."
"I know that," Said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours." She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles, found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"
"It certainly seems so," Said Dumbledore, a mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, which escaped her notice. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?"
"A what?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed at the abrupt question.
"A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of." Told Dumbledore while he threw one of his sherbet lemon in his mouth. "They are tasteful, unlike our own."
A few houses further down the lane, two figures are watching the interaction between the magical people. "That sherbet lemon, I can feel magic radiate off that so called Muggle candy." The tall, lean blonde shared his discovery with his Master who's attention was directed on a moving light in the air. "Sir, I don't trust that wizard."
"For now – we do nothing. All we can do is waiting until my descendant arrives." Hadrian said, lowering his cup of tea while his eyes formed slits when a low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up, it swelled to a roar as they narrowed their eyes when a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of the wizarding pair. "Frankenstein," the mentioned servant stiffed when his master's voice dropped a few Celsius in temperature. "Please note to keep these people out of my descendants life, and any other form that they might force a connection with my chosen. Inform Gringotts that only we, you and I have say about this child of my blood, after all – Goblins are much more closer to Magic, and everything go through them … even the Ministry of Magic."
"Of course sir, I will note and send a message to Gringotts immediately." Frankenstein replied with a bow from out of his hips. Stepping back, Hadrian's servant vanished in the shadows of the street to carry out his mission. Now being alone Hadrian followed Dumbledore's actions. Seeing him placing the child with only a cloak to protect herself against the biting wind and unforgiven temperature of the autumn night, Hadrian's chest seethed in rage, yet his face was a calm mask except for his eyes, that were burning with promise to pay them for this injustice.
Dumbledore glanced down at the child that laid close to the door the Private Drive number four. "Professor McGonagall can you inform the staff that I will join them soon at the party?"
Professor McGonagall lowered her head, eyes closed while a trail of a tear slid down her cheeks. "Of course Headmaster, please take your time. I know how close you was to them, and that this is a very hard decision for you."
"Thank you Minerva for your kind words, I assure you that James and Lily's sacrifice will not be in vain." Said Dumbledore. A soft plop resounded through Private Drive Number Four and Professor McGonagall had disappeared. Twirling his hand, a wand slid out of his sleeves and Dumbledore started to wave a magical dome around Private Drive Number Four while the whispers of magical spells floated in the air. "I never thought that I would see the day that I can finally see the inside of the Ancient and Noble's House of Peverell's Library or that's what the rumors said. That they, your parents the Potters are descendants of the first Ancient and Noble House of Peverell. With me claiming tomorrow guardianship over you, my little martyr..." The old man's last words hung in the air before he too disappeared. The cold, unforgiving wind whirled around the child that is only protected by a slim piece of clothes woke up from its slumber. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes and her lips quivered while she seek some source of warmth, only to find the clothes.
A bit further down the alley of Private Drive, a pair of emerald eyes flashed through the darkness and silently inched closer to the helpless child. The darkness around the two floating emerald orbs darkened until a dark, mysterious figure stands next to the child, and a moment later a deep baritone voice echoed through Private Drive. "I can feel our connection my descendant. Your magic still in its slumbering state is greater than the old man that left you here on these unworthy pigs doorsteps." His voice was cold and distant when he mentioned the old man and those who lived here at Private Drive Number Four. Without a waste of air, Hadrian sunk through his knees and scooped up the child who was now gazing at him curiously. Next, the child's emerald eyes that marked her as his descendant followed his left arm that formed complex spells in the air before he let out an angry huff. "That old man dares to place bindings and other spells on my descendant to interrupt her growth. Well, who am I to deny you to ruin a child's life…" here Hadrian floated up in the air and towards a closed window. With a simple gesture of his index finger, the windows curtains flew open and his eyes fell on the sleeping figure of a fat, thick baby with blonde hair. "If you want to spy, here is your chance." and with another simple gesture, he transfers all the bindings to a normal, mundane baby. With that done, Hadrian and the baby vanished without a sound from Private Drive Number Four.
London, Diagonal Alley, Gringott…
"What do you want – servant of the Endless?" A teller gruff voice grunted through the almost empty reception hall of Gringott. This teller did not belong to the normal… muggle world but to the hidden magical world, more exactly he do belong to the Goblin race. "I find it strange to see you here, and you being here means ugly business for whomever annoyed your master."
"You're correct, honorable teller. My master has send me to conclude business with you that could end up some prominent wizards some fortune." Frankenstein told the teller with a slight nod. "My master will soon join us with a descendant of his, someone that is connected to him through the blood of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell."
The mythical creature's eyes parted in a disbelieving way, not believing that the first client of Gringott have a descendant still alive. Of course, he like any other member of Gringott knows that the Lord of Peverell still roams the world, and the blonde lean man in front of him is the solid proof of it. "It was to my understanding that there were no descendants of the Lord left behind here on the Isles." The Goblin grunted out, eyeing the person in front of him. "Yet, it seems magic have ways to surprise even us, the Goblins from time to time. Now that we are done with the surprises and pleasantry, what can I do for your Master, Lord Peverell?"
"House Peverell business honored Goblin – Ragnok. I will speak once we are secured and out of hearing distance as even walls do have ears." Frankenstein spoke in hushed tones. Sharp blue eyes roamed the hall, searching for any lingering magic that might try to listen from them. The servant of Lord Peverell inclined his head when the relative large Goblin jumped to his feet and mentioned with his arm to follow him. Moving through the halls that are guarded by several Goblin soldiers that stands vigilance for any suspecting fellow. What seemed like hours, Ragnok and Frankenstein finally arrived at a special door that held no markings or signs to who it belongs. Opening the door after Ragnok used that one special key, he let Frankenstein in before following him. "Did you have to wait long – Master?" Questioned the blonde in not so surprising voice.
"Not at all, we just arrived here at the same moment you two entered this office. Greetings Ragnok, Lord of the Goblin Nations." The owner of a pair of emerald eyes greeted with his last sentence the Lord of Gringott's Wizarding Bank. "My apologies that I did not arrive in time at the entrance hall, but I suspected that followers of the Dark Lord would try to screen Britain in search for my Heiress who did the job of vanquishing the Dark Lord or that the old man has forgotten something that has to do with her."
Lord Ragnok grimaced at how easily Lord Peverell could sneak into Gringott's Wizarding Bank. However, he did suspect that he would do something like this and could only shake his head. "There is no security or magic that could stop a member of the Endless. Yet, with all your powers you come to Gringott in the hope we can help … and of course we can provide the documents that you seek."
"I know. That is the reason why I came here, and before you try to get something out of it … don't forget that you're still in debt with me, Lord Ragnok. So this little problem can be solved without a hitch of a problem … right?" Lord Ragnok gulped for a moment, feeling dread climbing up his spine and held him tightly until it suddenly vanished. "Good, I see that you haven't forgotten, yet. If you can provide the inheritance documents and the papers that will make me the legal guardian of the Heiress of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, I will see that this debt is paid in full."
"Right away milord!" Squeaked the Goblin Lord before he shouted through the intercom to one of his workers to get the documents asap here in the office. The occupants of the office did not have to wait long when the door slammed open after no mere second when an elder goblin walked in with sweat sliding down his bale head. Almost tearing the documents out of the elder Goblin's hand when he reached the Office, Ragnok presented the documents to the Endless. "Here they are, all we need is a tiny bit of her blood to see her heritage and we can then see if we can write out the documents needed for getting her adopted in your House."
"I don't doubt she belongs to my House, after all I can feel the magic radiate off her." Hadrian smooth voice carried a bit of a warning, and if that didn't convince the Goblin's Lord than its radiating eyes did. "It is done." The sudden confirmation that the documents suddenly have the blood of the Heiress and was now spreading over the parchment like a spider creating its web while words appeared on the surface. "Interesting results and the confirmation that she is my descendant is clearly seen on this papers. Now … Eleanor Rosaline Heiress of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, I claim Guardianship of your being until I deem you ready enough to venture out alone in the world. This I vow by the Powers that belongs to me in the name of the Endless, so mote it be!"
Like thunder his words clashed in the office, a sudden breeze erupted and documents whirled in a invisible hurricane that threw the documents through the room until they suddenly stacked and appeared on the desk. Ragnok quickly looked through the papers and with an astonished look on his face he could only stammer. "They are all signed. Hail Eleanor Rosaline Potter now Heiress of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Peverell!"
"Now to our next appointment, from with I understand of this heritage – there are Godparents mentioned but from the name alone I can conclude that they are magical. So why did she end up with mundane people … now here is my idea, you get these people before midnight here in this office and we can inform them of the unfortunate and fortunate news and what the future plans will be for her under my guidance. Said Hadrian, and Ragnok could only nod in acceptance, yet he smiled. Like always when he do any business with anyone that is member of the Endless... they will reward him with a huge some of gold.
Godric's Hollow...
Panting heavily, a ragged young man with untamed raven black hair cried out to the Heaven's with rage. Magic whirled around him and a black, ebony wand was clutched tightly in his wand hand. "PETER! YOU TRAITOR, how could you betray your brothers?!" Spit flew out of his mouth when the young man started to curse, his eyes looking wildly around him in the hope to see him. "Just you wait – you cowardly rat! Dumbledore did not mind if I rough you up a bit … oh no, you will feel pain Peter!"
With that exclamation, Sirius Black rushed off into the dark, desolated streets of Godric's Hollow and left the cotton of his friends behind, and unknowingly an elder wizard with a long silver beard, and eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles who's smile could only be described as cruel watched the Heir, now Lord Black start his fate to Azkaban. "What will happen to you my old student is something I will regret. I hope that one day you will forgive me for the role that I played in murdering the Potters, and you losing your innocence and God Daughter. Good luck in Azkaban, Sirius Black."
The now named Sirius Black suddenly halted in his hunt for the rat and with a confused look he glanced over his right shoulder back to the cotton of his friends. "What was that?" His voice is laced with confusing when his sharp eyes caught the faint voice that carried his name through the wind. Lingering for a moment longer on the street, his feelings in turmoil with his revenge for his friends or going after the mysterious person that whispered his name and possible accomplices in the murder of his friends. "Right... I will... no, I must find Justice for my friends betrayal!" Black's sudden exclamation echoed through the streets, and if there were anyone in the nearby facilities they would notice that his decision felt forced and not hundred percent himself. With a angry scowl and furrowed brows with piercing dark eyes shining in the darkness, Sirius Black started his hunt for the rat anew.
'All according to my plan, Sirius Black. I was almost afraid that his will was too strong to manipulate with a well placed compulsion charm.' The wizard with the half-moon spectacles murmered in mind when he noticed that Sirius had stopped in his mission of vengeance for a split second. Only his quick casting of the mild forbidden compulsion charm saved his plan. 'Now, an anoniem owl towards the aurors to arrest him and I can place myself in position of absolute power … or better corrected – Death your time is soon that you will call me Master.'
'Death is free and will never bound itself with someone far over his expiration date, Albus Dumbledore. You have no powers, no tools or anything that would keep me bound to you … however your soul will bound to mine when your time is up – so tick, tock, tick tock ticks the clock.' A cold, biting breeze moved through the narrow alleys which Dumbledore used to hide himself from Sirius' sharp eyes. 'I'll reap your soul when your time has come...'
"Try me Death! You won't fool me that easily like you did with the Peverell's brothers! I will conquer you, I CONQUER DEATH!" Albus Dumbledore voice raised which was at the end a cry out to the heavens like a declaration of war. Dumbledore lifted his wand arm and casted the spell that his once student has created, "Morsmordre!" A massive green snake erupted out of his wand and shot towards the dark sky. The dark mark of Lord Voldemort appeared in the air before it cracked and dispatched in thousands smaller light that floated towards the ground, and when the light show was over, Dumbledore has disappeared from scene.
Sirius Black ran like a mad dog, sniffing the air in the hope to capture the smell of his once friend, now traitor. Running through the dark alleys, avoiding and jumping over the bin containers that lay askew through the path that Sirius suspect the traitor took. With a sweep of his wand, Sirius banished a mountain of containers to the side before he easily slipped through his self man made path of dirt. "PETER … JUST YOU WAIT! I AM COMING FOR YOU!" His loud voice carried far through the alley and Sirius Black was rewarded when in the distance the sounds of small footsteps darted quickly away from his position, possible Peter Pettigrew who hopes to increase the distance between them. "I hear you! You can't escape me Peter! I will have my revenge..."
'Revenge, Sirius Black?' A smooth, yet cold voice graced his ears. 'Is that what you only cares about. What about your god daughter, Lily and James daughter? Do you know what will happen to her if this revenge turn out a bad decision.'
"How comes that you voice sounds like that of the Dementors – who are you? And who told you about me being Lily and James' Daughter GodFather?" Shouted the Lord Black towards the darkness. His gaze trying to penetrate the darkness in front of him, only to take a step fear in disbelief when two ghostly figures appeared in front of him. "L..Lily! J..J...James! What is going on – how is this possible?!"
"Hello Sirius, we have unfortunate not much time to explain anything, but even if we wanted to explain this fortunate meeting … we don't know how. As to prove to you that we're the dearly departed, Peter Pettigrew on the suggestion of Dumbledore became the secret keeper of Potter Cottage a month ago, and you, my dear friend became the pretender." The ghostly figure of Lady Lily Potter spoke, her voice a vague echo of her past life. "Please... Sirius, let Peter run away for now and focus yourself on your Goddaughter, James and my daughter, please."
Sirius stretched out his hand towards Lily, caressing her cheek … only for his hand to move through the ghostly image and the cold feeling as if he moved through mist. When the cold feeling gave his shocked mind a boost back to reality, tears streamed down the young man's face. "It is really you … Lily, James! I don't know what happened the last few weeks – it felt all a bit vague..."
"Like a compulsion, Sirius?" His best friend, James spoke up for the first time. And like his wife, Lily, James too sounded far and distance – like something that didn't belong here … in their past life. "Perhaps what he said was true. No, don't ask me for now any questions my brother, and yes, I believe that we someday will see one another again and perhaps like this." James said, his hand in the air to bring his brother in all except blood from the same mother a halt. "If you want us to make happy, please take care of Eleanor for us. Take care for her … and love her."
"I will James! I will Lily, I promise! I will tell Eleanor our adventures at Hogwarts … our pranks! Or how you two fell in love and were the best wizarding pair of Britain! I promise – I take care of her … I promise..." With each promise, Sirius Black's heart broke a bit. Seeing his friends, his brother and sister … but most important, his family vanish slowly in front of his eyes. Sinking through his legs until his knee hit the dirt floor, Sirius sits there for some time until a hoot of an brown church owl broke him out of his thought. Feeling the weight of the owl on his shoulder, Sirius glanced with watery eyes at the scroll that was bound to the owl's leg and with trembling fingers the young man relieved the owl of it. Opening the scroll, Lord Black's eyes widened when the content of what he read settled slowly in his mind. A small smile graced slowly his face, and with a light in his eyes Sirius whispered the secret password that will get him out of the alley … and possible a nasty future in Azkaban and a life of being a refuge.
Penzance, Bones Manor...
Penzance a beautiful small village in the southern part of the Isle, near the coast with beautiful view out over the sea. The most romantic times are with the sun rising, casting her light warmly over the peaceful village as she banish darkness away or when the sun sink back into the sea to make place for the moon and the stars that accompanied her. However not everything was peaceful in this small village, in a respective large Mansion that was long ago built at the edge of the village by someone that goes by the name of Bones – a special family found themselves in the living room. They are a family of witches and wizards that has arrived here in the time when the Romans invasion started and conquered the Isles, they are the Most Ancient and Noble House of Bones. At this moment three adults were waiting for the third to join them in the living room.
"What keep him so long?" An irate woman hissed out, her brows furrowed together while she kept glancing between the picture in her hand that was of a young girl and between the fireplace. "Edgar, why did we send him alone to them?"
The lone man in the living room glanced away from his cup of tea that he brought to his lips to take a taste. Deciding that a small sip could not do any bad, and when was done he finally replied to his sister. "Amelia, please be calm as I am sure that your boyfriend will be safe." Edgar leaned a bit back when the infamous glare of his sister pinched him firmly in his comfy chair. "My bad, I mean my future brother in law. Yet I don't think we need to worry much about Sirius, he is only checking on our friends."
Amelia placed the photo of her goddaughter back on her table before she wrapped her arms around herself. Somehow she felt something, a cold sinister feeling as if something really bad would happen to those she loves. "It is just this unwelcoming feeling, something bad is waiting to happen to those we cares about."
"Everything will be alright, after all the Potter are hiding under a fidelius charm that was placed by our own Headmaster of Hogwarts." Elizabeth the wife of Edgar said while moving over to sit beside her sister in law. Wrapping her arms around Amelia, she continued. "After all we're talking about one of the infamous member the Marauders of Hogwarts, troublemakers who could escape from Filch watchful eye. So a simple trip to check on one of his friends will be nothing."
"I hope you are right. This war between our kind is ridiculous, Dumbledore while a powerful wizard want them to see redeeming themselves while Who Must Not Be Named is against those of half-status or not of magical origin." Amelia said softly while leaning some more against Elizabeth who rubbed her shoulders kindly. For a moment the women and Edgar stayed quiet for a moment, each of them in their own thought of how they think about this war. When will this meaningless war end … when will they see that nothing except dividing our people will be the result of this. Those were the sharing thoughts about how they thought about this war, only for Edgar suddenly gasping deeply while his tone skin paled drastically.
Amelia and Elizabeth suddenly see with widened eyes their brother and husband jump to his feet, wand ready in his wand-hand. With a sharp turn of his head, Edgar looked as if he gazed through the walls of the Mansion to the place where the entrance to the Bones estate is located. "They are here Elizabeth, Amelia," Said the man in strained calmness, eyes focused and sharp. "Gather the children and go to the second welcome hall that we uses privately – perhaps I can buy time for you to escape."
"No Edgar! I won't will lose more of my family!" Amelia exclaimed in desperation when her brother offered himself to buy time for them. She too jumped to her feet and in a flash her wand is in her hand, ready to rain doom on the Death Eaters. "I already lost our father and mother, a sister and I can't lose you too. I fight with you, two has more chances than alone." With her eyes Amelia send her brother a meaningful look, saying that she won't let him alone face those bastards.
With a small nod, Edward accepted his sister company. He knew that they will lose time if they argue now at this crucial time. "Alright, Amelia with me! Elizabeth take care of Susan and our children, and know that I love you." Saying his parting, Edgar without a second thought or hesitation rushed out of the living room towards the entrance hall. "I, Edgar Bones commands with his magic the security charms to be activated!"
Amelia took in pursuit after her brother, running through the halls of the Manor. Her hair skin stand on straight when she felt the magic activate itself on the command of its Lord. The statues of magical creatures and some skeletons came to life that was in the honor of their past occupations. She rounded a corner and Amelia stand immediately face to face with a Death Eater...! "Expulso! Be gone monster!" Amelia shouted out her spell, sending a blue light towards the Death Eater who was hit in the chest, stopping his heart and sending him into a wall. With disgust she gazed at the now downed enemy and with a flick of her wand she send a crimson spell to the terrorist. "Edgar don't hold back! We need to make time for Elizabeth and the children! Expulso!" She shot another blue spell before taking refuge around the corner and letting green spells flew past her.
"If they are here... our friends are no longer with us." Edgar choked out, seeing that with their own location now known that should mean that their friends has betrayed them which is unlikely or they were betrayed and fought vigilante against those Death Eaters before they turned their attention on them. With a roar that climbed out of his throat, Edgar Bones casted one deadly curse after another and catching the Death Eaters by surprise. Red, Yellow and orange flashes left the wizard's wand. "Retreat back Amelia! Take care of our niece, my wife and my children – say that I loved them and that I am sorry."
"Edgar no! I won't let you go... if I do let you, who will take care of your children. They need a father in their life!" Amelia shouted from her spot behind the wall, casting curses wildly in the hope to take one out. She could see in the reflection of a mirror how much there are, and to say that she is shocked is saying that mildly. Almost twenty Death Eaters are in the entrance hall and each of them adorned a skeletal skull mask adorned with rich decoration. "We can fight our way out of here, together! Family above all!" She tried to reason with her brother who casted in time a protego shield in front of him that caught a yellow curse before he rolled behind a statue.
Amelia could see that several statues were ruined, blasted in pieces while others held a Death Eater to the floor, broken wands not far from them. Yet she knew that if they look defeated the more so they are dangerous, and with a quick few spells she blasted the remaining Death Eaters into the wall before rushing off to her brother, and together the two members of the Most Ancient and Noble House retreated deeper into the mansion. "That was reckless of you Amelia, rushing to my side while Death Eaters still have a wand, yet I am glad to have you here with me. I bet that my wife has secured the room and we can move out by using the fireplace."
"Let us make haste before they will recover and regroup." Amelia and Edgar rushes towards the hall where their personal fireplace is located. There they caught the sounds of people talking, one of them clearly Elizabeth while the other sounds more gruff like those tellers in Gringotts. "Expulso – Conflagrate!" She hurled the spells over her shoulder, a scream was all she heard when her second spell set the robes on fire of an Death Eater. "Protego Maximum – Repello!" Another cry of spells when two invisible walls erupted between them, blocking some nasty spells while the other threw the Death Eaters back when they ran in the second shield charm. "This would give us some time to escape." Amelia panted out, she was tired from all the casting and running.
Edgar pulled his sister by the hand, keeping her with him so she would not fall in the hands of those monsters. He had seen that she started to get tired, yet his wonderful sister continued with her assault and she felled many of them. But for now the wizard trusted a door open and threw himself into the room together with his sister, flicking his wand the door slammed shut and with a few more movements the door was charmed for a moment to keep them outside. Breathing hard, Edgar managed to speak. "How are our children and Susan … Elizabeth?"
"They are fine and are in a safe place. Master Griphook of Gringgots made contact with us today before something unfortunate happened with the fireplace, and for now it is open because he still occupied it." Elizabeth reassured the wellbeing of the children and that of their own fate. "We need to leave now before the connection become a too big risk to Master Griphook." She urged on when her eyes rested on the tired form of her husband in sister in law.
Amelia and Edgar helped one another to close the distance between them and the fireplace. They placed a foot into the green fire and at that right moment the door blasted open and green curses flew through the air just before they all vanished through the fireplace.
Bath, A historic place in Britain where the Romans left monuments in their wake. One of them is the public bath that they used to held conversation and business in, now it is a well know attraction. But we are not here for the monuments of old as in the masses of normal people a young man with shoulder length blonde hair was moving to the edge of the village in search for a Mansion because he is on a mission for his Master. Approaching the gates of a lovely Mansion, Frankenstein pushed the door open and somehow avoided the charms that was cast upon the estate. Moving over the neat path that resemblance the python of Salazar Slytherin House, along the path there were some nice rose bushes with the shades of red, yellow and white.
Frankenstein smiled down at the flowers, such simple things like a well cared rose flower beds make him most of the time smile. His mind wandering off to the old days when the scientist would look out of the window after a perfect test and his eyes will rest for a moment when they fell on the beautiful flower beds outside in his small garden that was made up by one of his apprentices. Finally arriving at the door, Frankenstein lifted his hand up and knocked gently at the door, waiting to be answered.
A moment later the door swept open, a wand pointed straight at his face when a beautiful women stands in the open door. Her face smooth and eyes alight with a kind of darkness while the tip of her wand glowed a red light. "Answer me right now … are you with the Dark Lord and how did you gain entrance to my estate?"
"My answer is that I don't follow the Britain's Dark Lord – Who Must Not Be Named due his genius idea to use a tracking charm to locate anyone who have the courage or is foolish enough to use his name. As for how I gained entrance to your estate, while they are ancient and powerful for keeping people out, they only keep out like Witches, Wizards and some well known magical creatures, as for me, I do not belong to any of those category." Answered the Servant of Peverell while keeping eye contact with her, showing him the truth in his words. "As my introductions … my name is Frankenstein and I follow my Lord and Master anywhere, as do I his wishes. My Master gave me the order to accompany you and your family to Gringott for some distrasious news."
"Rosaline Greengrass, Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass, now that we have the pleasantry left behind us. Why would we believe you, how can we be certain that you won't try to lure us into a trap or that you work for him." Lady Greengrass said, wand still aimed at the stranger in front of her and she is ready to curse him to oblivion if he shows any sign of hostility. She actually expected him to say that he is a servant of the Dark Lord that plague the soils of Britannia. Her eyes followed his movement when the blonde man with the calmness and polite smile of a monk moved his hand slowly and with caution to his pocket of his suit. Fingers tightening around the hilt of her wand when she noticed him grasp something out of her sight, she already started to make the wand movement to curse him when much to her surprise a pair of letters were presented to her. Moving her wand to cast a detection charm, she inclined her head when no negative information came to her. She casted a look at the letters and she immediately recognized the shield of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. "I recognized one of these letters, a shield of Gringotts. Very well, I trust you for now – please come in but be warned, if you lied to me be aware that your life is forfeited once you enter this place."
"You have my word that I mean no harm to you or your loves ones." Replied Frankenstein with a firm nod of understanding. Entering the Mansion, Frankenstein prepared himself for a short amount of time of convincing her to join his Master back in Gringotts – a place he deemed safe for the foreseen future. "My Master knows of your position and what had happened during the war with He Must Not Be Named." Seeing her wanting to retort, Frankenstein quickly stopped her with a friendly hand gesture. "My apologies for the passing of your husband, but this is important. You are not the only one that lost dear ones and close friends, yet it had happened a night ago when He Must Not Be Named was vanquished!"
Rosaline let out a small gasp in disbelief of what this person told her. She brought her hand to her lips while tears streamed down her face, however it seems that her companion was a true gentlemen when he offered a handkerchief towards her. "I..Is it true? Is that Monster really gone – my husband avenged. Do you perhaps know who did the deed?"
Frankenstein inclined his head. "I do know who did the unbelievable task of vanquishing the Dark Lord. However the price was terrible, I bring you sad news – your friends the Lord and Lady of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter has passed away, leaving their young daughter behind." Here she shook her head, more tears streamed down her face when the hard news slammed down. "My condolences, but I fear you have not much time to mourn. It sounds harsh and coldly from my lips, however I ask you to make haste because my Master is protecting the young Heiress of House Potter, and there are those that want to claim guardianship over her."
Here Rosaline eyes parted widely, not believing what she heard. "They can't. Lily and James already gave guardianship to me and a few others if something might happen to them. I will gather my daughters and then we will go with you to Gringotts."
"My thanks Lady Rosaline, I will wait for you near the fireplace to guide you to Gringotts." Frankenstein replied and the servant of Hadrian moved to his new destination. He did not have to wait long when the sounds of footsteps sounds through the halls and Rosaline with her two daughters, one in her arms who had her arms wrapped around her neck while the other held her hand. "Shall we go?"
"We will." And the three women and Frankenstein disappeared from Greengrass Manor, and it seems that Fate favoured them when a few moment later a large group of shrouded figures appeared with Skeleton masks. They blasted devastation curses on the charms, yet they held steady and not an hour later they were captured by the Auror forces.
Another story, I know that it only will increase my workloads, but this too spooked around in my mind, and I wanted this to share with you.
This story Endless Noblesse is a cross-over with Harry Potter and High school DxD. Harry Azraeuz Peverell or his other name ... namely simply Death. He is a Member of the Endless, beings of Great Powers and I got this idea from DC Comic.
Members of the Endless:
- Ophis
- Great Red (Anyone knows a great name for him?)
- Azraeuz (Death, Hadrian Azraeuz Peverell)
- ?
- ?
This is not a Slash fanfiction, I want to pair my character with Kuroka the Stray Devil, Yasaka The Nine Tails and Daphne Greengrass. I always like the Youkai Factions and this will show the Devils that they won't get anything easily.
About Frankenstein, I really like his character from Noblesse the Korean's Manga what's called Manwha and I thought, why not make this story. So, you can already see that with Frankenstein as Headmaster you won't get your hands easily on the school nor the village.
Eleanor, well, how could you see this. OC, OCC Female-Harry Potter... I don't know. Death and Eleanor are both Harry, but that makes it more the fun.
A warning for Weasels and Beavers fan, no I will not make them Eleanor friends. people might perhaps know how much I dislike them, so no.
I hope to see a lot of reviews. And I believe this one is not earlier done.