Titled: Season of the Witch
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Summary: AU. FemHarry. Alexander Potter is the spoiled Gryffindor BWL that doesn't understand a word about polictics. Arneia Black is the Ice-cold Slytherin Princess that rules the school with a elegantly raised fist. These two people are nothing alike, so how is possible for then to be related? And what does this have to do with Merlin?
Note/Warnings: Ron and Hermione wil not be together in this fic. Yes I do support that couple but for the purpose of my story no they shall never be together but in a sibling like fashion. And No Harry/Ginny ether. Remus and Sirius are a couple. There are lots of slight crossovers in this and the future sequels, which include Gossip Girl, Narnia and several others. The main crossover will be with Tru Blood. A lot of this is inspired by Avalon High the movie and BBC Merlin. And if you want I can PM you the links to my Polyvore sets/collections on the main characters in this fic, so you can see what I imagine them as.
The night was wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggles trappings of a world in which they did not believe … and he was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions … not anger … that was for weaker souls than he … but triumphs, yes … he had waited for this, he had hoped for this …
"Nice costume, Mister!"
He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face then the child turned and ran away … beneath the robe he fingered his wand … one simple movement and the child would never reach his mother … but unnecessary, quite unnecessary…
And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet… and he made less noise then the dead slithering leaves along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and stared over it…
They had not drawn the curtains, saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall, black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored erupt from his wand for the amusement of two small children, one was a small black-haired boy in blue pyjamas, the other, a even smaller blonde-haired girl in green pyjamas. The boy was laughing and trying to grab the smoke in his small fist, the girl watching the door as if waiting for someone…
The door the girl was watching opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long, dark red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the children, and handed the girl to the mother. He placed his wand in a holster on his arm and stretched, yawning…
The gate creaked a little as pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear this. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open.
He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall, pulling out his wand as he did so.
"Lily, take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
He laughed before casting the first curse.
"Stupefy"
The red light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lighting rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut…
He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible she ,at least, had nothing to fear… he climbed the stairs, listening with faint amusement to her attempt to barricade herself in… she was also pulling out her wand…
He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand… and there she stood, both children in her arms. At the sight of him, she dropped her children into the cot behind her and threw her arms wide, as if this would help, as if shielding them from sight she hoped to be chosen instead…
"Not the Twins, not the Twins, please not the Twins!"
Stand aside, you silly girl… stand aside, now…"
"Not the Twins, please no, take me, kill me instead-"
"This is my last warning-"
Not the Twins! Please… have mercy… have mercy… Not the Twins! Not the Twins! Please- I'll do anything-"
"Stand aside- stand aside, girl-"
He decided to force her away from the cot.
"Imperio."
Her body went slack as the spell took affect… her eyes glassy, her breathing deep and even… almost like she was asleep…
He gestured with his wand, while commanding her to step over to the corner of the room. He broke the spell the moment she got there.
"Stupefy"
The red light flashed around the room and she fell like her husband. The girl had not cried the all this time, were as her brother was crying far to loud in his opinion: the girl could stand, clutching the bars of her cot, and she looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking it was her father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty lights, and her mother would pop up any moment, laughing-
He pointed the wand very carefully into the girl's face: he wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one. The girl had began to cry: it had seen he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones' whining at the orphanage-
"Avada Kedavra!"
And then he broke: he was nothing, nothing but pain and terrier, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the children was trapped and screaming but far away…far away…
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