Harry Potter and The Covenant Crossover

Note: Nostalgia made me watch The Covenant movie again and when Reid says "Harry Potter can kiss my ass" it totally inspired me for this quirky story. It is FemHarry! And it is completely AU in both storyline and characters. I wanted to do something totally out of left field for this fic. Constructive advice is welcome but please no bashing my writing, if you don't like it then read something else. This is my very first Fanfic so be kind (:


Ch.1

Calla breathed a slow breath out as she gazed around her. This is good. This is good. We'll be happy here; happy and safe and free. She loved this land, this home that she had made for her little family. The forest smelled fresh and the view was even more ethereal than her Real Estate portfolio had depicted. The lake was close by and Calla was glad for a space to enjoy their privacy and move about freely.

Free.

That was the most magnificent part. Free of unpleasant memories. Free of expectations and demands of others. Free of the ripping pain of grief everything around her back in England induced. Free of backstabbing traitors. Free of hiding away in Grimmauld Place as if she was some criminal.

Calla Hyacinth Euphemia Potter was free and with her most precious loved ones; in a place where she could do as she pleased and not fear for the safety of her family. She rubbed her face in her hands and forced her thoughts back into the present. It was the middle of June 1997. She had been in Ipswich, Massachusetts since the first of June when the renovations and updates on her 300-year-old Folk-Tudor styled home in the woods had been completed.

Her home had been in her Black family portfolio and she had chosen it for her own. It was in the middle of what was now Willowdale State Forest, but what had once been unnamed woodland lands when the home had first been built. It was amazing that the No-Maj (the American name for muggles) hadn't found it these past 250 years and that the wards had held up so well. — Although, she should have expected such of the Black family wards. They had deteriorated into a family of murderers and bigoted sociopaths but they had once been powerful AND ingenious.— Calla would have guessed the home was newly built when she'd come to see it back in May to decide what updates needed to happen on the home to make it livable.

It was a gorgeous 3-story home with a basement and attic. Her home (and didn't that just feel SO good to say) had 10 bedrooms (3 being suites) and 8 bathrooms. There was a large shaded front porch, grand staircase, formal dining room, gourmet kitchen, cozy breakfast nook, play room with connecting office (her own design), family room, two bathrooms, a library, and a more formal living room on the first floor. The second floor had two suites on either side for guests (if she ever decided she was ready to have any) with gorgeous private balconies, living room, bathroom and two bedrooms. The third floor—the family floor—had her master suite with walk-in closet and balcony, nursery, 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small communal space with a fireplace and kitchenette back from the top of the stairs. The basement housed her home gym, sauna, and indoor pool and spa. The attic was strictly magical storage for the sake of privacy and safety, her garage was too exposed to be used for such and some of the stuff housed here was not safe to be out unguarded.

There were endless seeming grounds surrounding her home that had been warded using the trees as foci to create a sort of magical fence around her property that kept out mu-NoMaj and unwanted predators (even the human kind). (She was still looking into how the Black family ancestors had done this; it was so different from modern wards.) The grounds also held a pair of greenhouses, one for magical plants and one for No-Maj plants, a stable that had held horses and magical equine (it was temporarily empty while she waited for her new animals), an excessively large barn that housed her non-equine animals and creatures, and a small two bed and one bath guest house. The rest of the property was woods interspersed with clearings of wild flowers and berry bushes with a large lake including a disconnecting stream that flowed out of the bounds of her property. It was truly picturesque, more than she'd ever dared imagine she'd have.

It was wonderful to have something that was hers and not anyone else's. No one could take this from her, no one could tell her what to do. She was the queen of this new castle and it felt fabulous! She was not going to let anything ruin this new life she was building.

Tomorrow she would go finish the process of enrolling in Spencer Academy and she would continue completing Ilvermorny by correspondence. She was finishing her magical education in Ipswich by correspondence with occasional check-ins and exams. She would be done before her non-magical schooling started in the Fall. Calla was determined to be an educated woman and mother in both of her worlds.

A faint cry from the glowing sphere above her shoulder pulled her back out of her musings and she hurried into her home. The double doors shut behind her and Calla apparated to the third floor into the nursery she had connected to her suite. Crossing the room to the crib she watched the seven-month old's hair cycle through agitated shades of red and orange.

She picked Teddy up, hushing and rocking him in her arms. He smelled in need of a new nappy, so she walked with him to the cushioned maple changing table and set about correcting the pungent situation. Teddy cooed up at her as she tended to him.

Another cry sounded from the other side of the room.

Her miracle baby was awake. A little human made up of her and the man she still loved. Her baby that had survived the near starvation of them both during the Horcrux hunt, her death and return to life at the hands of Voldemort, and the dangerous post-battle early birth. No one was quite sure how he had done it (out of the few people she had let know about him that is) except that he was hers and she had a track record for doing the impossible as well. Her little Rowan was all she had left of his daddy. The Battle of Hogwarts had taken him from them both.

These two little boys were her whole world. She had moved to the colonies for them, she had gone back to school to set an example for them, she loved them with every last piece of herself.


Please review so I am motivated to post my next chapter. It is already partially written! Be kind and if you have some advice for me as a beginner I'd appreciate it.