The Hag Of Cokeworth
Harry Potter/Charmed Crossover
By BlueHot Chronicles
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of BlueHot Chronicles. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note:
I began writing this story at the end of 2016. I paused to write Strange Beginnings (a companion piece to this story) and Essence Of Infinity (and a few other stories). There are French words used throughout the story and I used IM Translator, Instant Translator and Google Translate. Misunderstandings of French grammar and so forth in this story are my own. This is going to be a WIP for a long time.
Summary:
Petunia Evans loved her baby sister and was ecstatic with the addition of a new family member. But strange things began happening, and Petunia began to fear the things Lily could do, and had already done. Would anyone believe her or even protect her? Can anyone save her? Would anyone want to... after being a hateful shrew for years? AU.
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Prologue
Miller's Row, Cokeworth
"Uncle Qal! We weren't expecting you, come in." Henry Evans stepped back, allowing the older and well-polished gentleman to enter his home before embracing him warmly.
"Well, Henri, when you told me Heather gave birth, I decided to visit and see ton petit ange before my trip to the Americas."
"She is a little angel," Henry said, his smile wide as he led his uncle to the living room, then his smile turned playful, "she's asleep at the moment, though, Heather as well so I hope my company's good enough for you until they wake."
"Of course, Henri," he said, with a mock wounded look, "you are, after all, my favourite nephew."
"I'm your only nephew, Uncle. Would you like a drink? I still have one more bottle of that Superior thing you like."
"Je te remercie, that would be most welcome." Qalmor chuckled as he accepted a glass of his favourite red wine, and relaxed on the sofa. The Evans didn't drink the wine themselves unless he was there, and kept it only for his visits. "I have a meeting with my affiliate before I leave, I'll acquire a few to augment your supplies."
"That's alright, Uncle, it's only one bottle. I'm sure I'll find it in the supermarket."
"Oh, you would not find this just anywhere, Henri. As my associate would say, only the elite can get their hands on one of these; I must admit, I take delight in informing him of what I do with it." His laugh was almost euphoric.
"It's not illegal or dangerous to get is it, Uncle? I'd feel terrible if your associate was to snub you."
"Don't worry about such things, nephew. Abraxas knows better than to try to renege on the deal his ancestor made with m-mine."
His uncle smiled but it was cold, Henry felt a shudder go down his spine; he always forgot how frightening his Uncle Qalmor could appear sometimes.
"Thank you, Uncle."
"Think nothing of it, Henri."
"That's the baby," the mewling cries made the new father's heart clench with an intense rush of love, "come, Uncle, I'll take you to the guest room, Heather should be down in an hour or so."
An hour later, after freshening up and taking a nap, Uncle Qal was holding his niece.
"Bonjour mon bijou," Qalmor allowed a smile to soften his features when little Petunia yawned while gazing up at him, and he whispered to her, "you are the one I've been waiting for, and at last vous êtes venue, L'émeraude Fey."
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A/N - L'émeraude Fey - The Emerald Fey
