Summary: What if Merlin trapped the legendary witch Morgana Le Fay Pendragon in the animal from of a raven? What if secretly Gellert Grindelwald and his lover Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore used a forbidden ritual to allow Gellert to impregnate Albus and they had a daughter? And what if after graduating Beauxbatons that daughter married a Scottish mercenary she met in the Congo? And what if that mercenary had a well –hidden royal bloodline? And lastly what if these two powerful magicals had a son a few years before the beginning of Voldemort's First Blood War? Well, enter and find out
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Spells
Parseltongue
'Thoughts'
"Dialogue"
Prologue:
'Pertrifacus Totalus! ' As the spell flies through the air a woman in her mid-thirties with ebony black hair and flashing steel grey eyes bats it away as if it was nothing. She chortles and says in Ancient Celtic,"Really Myrddin? A Latin spell? "She then flashes her eyes and raises her hands and a massive flock of red eyed ravens form from the shadows and launch themselves at Myrddin Emrys later to be known as Merlin Ambrosius. He swears and leaps aside avoiding most but not all of the avian missiles.
"Ballistae Lethalae!" "Fhalbh! Shit! "The woman tries to dodge but takes a conjured ballista bolt through her chest. Coughing up blood she slumps to the ground her staff pointed at Myrddin. "You may have won Myrddin by using your cursed Roman magic but a true Druid has no need of incantations or silly sticks like your wand there. A true Druid carries a staff proudly and relies on their will to tame and guide magic to their will. "With a sad smile Myrddin; looks down on the fallen form of the woman. "You are very right Morgana but the realm that I and your brother are creating needs wizards and witches and mundanes not the ancient Druids and their warlocks and priestesses. Your time has passed dear child. I must punish you for your actions against the realm of Camelot as Artorius dictated to me."
He sighed and raised his 14 inch Yew and Golden Griffin feathered Battle wand , " Lady Morgana Le Fay Pendragon, by the authority granted me as Wizard of the Realm by His Majesty Artorius Pendragon I hereby sentence you to life as a raven until such time as you are freed by time or by other happenings. May the Gods have mercy on you." "Corvus Perpetuum"
Instantly instead of a mortally wounded woman, there laid a healthy and undamaged raven. With a croak it righted itself and glared at Myrddin. Croak it tried to shout at Myrddin who just chuckled. "Now, now, Morgana behave yourself. I have placed enchantments on you that will protect you from any predators and you are immortal and unable to be killed. However you are stuck as a raven until you become the familiar to a worthy witch or wizard who comes to care for you as their own family. This is to redeem yourself for seducing your half-brother His Majesty and turning your son Mordred against him. May your many long years be full of reflection and healing. Goodbye Lady Morgana." And with that the young wizard who would come to be known by his white beard and hair in his older years vanished into thin air with a crackle of lighting and the smell of ozone.
Morgana, now a rather large and intimidating raven fluttered up to an awkward perch on an ancient yew tree which had grown together with a massive oak tree. She carved a Druidic rune spell into the trunk and was amazed to find that she could still do Druidic rune magic. She blessed the tree with the powers from the Ancients, the Gods of the Celts. A guardian spirit of a young woman came out of the tree and nodded wordlessly to Morgana signifying that this tree was sacred and that the Ancients had accepted her offering of the tree and had deemed it one of their sacred places. Satisfied that later when, or if she retained her human form, she would have a very magically powerful tree to form a new staff from.
Morgana then took off to explore the world in raven form. She lived through countless wars and famines and also times of peace. However during the Crusades she found herself attracted to a powerful young Teutonic Knight known as Erik von Grindelwald who to her utter surprise worshiped the Ancient Celtic God of the Hunt and was only in the Holy Land for adventure against a worthy enemy. On a bloody battlefield outside Acre in the Holy Land a fully armored Teutonic Knight sat on a pile of corpses seemingly chatting to a beautiful and imposing raven. In a soft voice he asked in German, "Lady Raven I sense there is something about you that is more than you appear. However you saved my life today by pecking that Saracen archers eyes out. One more arrow and I would have perished, Blessings of the Hunt or not. Im Namen des gesegneten Gottes der Jagd flehe ich euch um eure Erlaubnis, eur Bild als Symbol meines Hauses zu gebrauchen. (In the name of the Blessed God of the Hunt, I beseech you for permission to use your image as the symbol of my house.)"
Taken aback at the formal manner in which the young knight asked for her blessing , Morgana paused to think for a few seconds before she nodded her feathered head and scratched a 'Ja, mein lieblings freund' in the blood-soaked sand in front of young Erik. Elated the young knight raised his sword with had a wand-wood hilt and rapped his armor and shield. The design changed to a raven in flight with talons and wings outspread with blood on both beak and talons. "Thank you Lady Raven. My House and I will forever be in your debt and hope to have your friendship. "Morgana bowed genteelly from her perch on Erik's shoulder and he patted her head which she hated to admit felt really good.
Morgana remained a close friend of the Grindelwald family for hundreds of years even following a young Gellert when he left the family home in the Black Forest to study in Hogwarts under an exchange program with Durmstrang. Gellert met and fell madly in love with an idealistic young Half-blood named Albus Brian Dumbledore. Albus lived with his mother Kendra, his younger brother Aberforth and his younger sister Arianna. Kendra died a year after Gellert met her from a supposed potions accident which left Arianna frightened and prone to bouts of uncontrollable accidental magic.
One night in the year 1932, Gellert and Albus were celebrating their successful dark ritual that had impregnated Albus with a child from Gellert's seed. Aberforth had found out and in righteous indignation , for the ritual used had required the sacrifice of a newborn Muggle infant , had accused Albus of powerful dark magic which had Albus in a rage. Gellert came over to console him and found his way blocked by Aberforth. A yelling match ensued and wands were drawn. Aberforth fired a Jelly Legs jinx at Gellert who responded with a German shield drawn from his family magic. Albus defended Gellert with a cutting hex fired at Aberforth who took the hex to his face leaving a raw red wound on his forehead. Morgana watched in horror as a curse Gellert fired bounced off of Aberforth's shield and struck Arianna who had heard the ruckus and had come out to look. With a pained face Arianna stumbled over to Albus who had a face of utter horror and clasped his shirt with a bloody palm. With disdain he brushed her off, "Hands off you filthy Squib! I am a strong and powerful wizard and you may be legally my family but you are nothing to me!"
Enraged, Aberforth said Accio and summoned Arianna to him. He stroked her hair and watched as she coughed up blood knowing that even if he got her to Saint Mungo's that they wouldn't treat a Squib. With hot and angry tears welling up in his eyes he held his beloved little sister as the light left her eyes and her body grew cold. He placed her on the ground gently wrapped up in a shroud that he had conjured. Turning to Gellert he said softly," Leave. Now. Just go! "He shouted at Gellert who stumbled over his feet and ran.
Once Gellert had fled Aberforth turned to Albus and said, "You are no longer welcome here or anywhere near me. With how you treated our dying sister, Squib or not, you don't deserve to live. I, Aberforth Julius Dumbledore swear on my life, magic and my eternal soul that I declare Blood Feud on my elder brother Albus Brian Dumbledore if he so much as shows himself in my presence. So I say so it must be." Aberforth then picked up Arianna and took her to the village graveyard where he placed her next to Kendra.
Seven months later Albus gave birth to a daughter who was named Yvaine G. Dorein. He wept as he gave her up for adoption at a Muggle orphanage and then he turned his back and left. He never wanted to know what happened to her. She survived as Yvaine Dreyfuss after she was adopted by a wonderful family who were Elaine and David Dreyfuss Purebloods of a minor yet Ancient House from Germany who found themselves unable to bear children. Yvaine grew up in Bavaria, not far from the now hidden Grindelwald Estate. Morgana watched Yvaine as she grew up, a happy and brilliant witch who excelled in Ancient Runes. She attended Beauxbatons Acedemie de Magique and was top of her year every year. David and Elaine were so proud of her and loved her so much that they decided early on to Blood Adopt her at the age of six after she conjured a snake and talked to it.
This revelation led to David and Elaine getting Yvaine a Bloodline test at the Gringotts Schwarzwald Branch. To their shock along with the Grindelwald and Dumbledore blood there was also blood of the Ancient and Noble House of Gaunt the claimants of the heirship of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Slytherin. Apparently back in the 1500's Winifred Gaunt married Rudolf Grindelwald and they traveled to the Grindelwald ancestral lands and built the current Grindelwald Estate. So Yvaine had potential lines of Slytherin, Gaunt, Grindelwald, Dumbledore and Dreyfuss. However as she was a female only the Dreyfuss title could pass to her as Magical Britain was known for being rather backwards and patriarchal.
When Nazi Germany invaded France in 1940, Yvaine was eight and studying at a Pre-Beauxbatons school known as St Michaels. War hit Saint Michaels hard. The Dreyfuss's were Jewish and magical so they had to flee attacks by the Vichy French, the Nazi Schutzstaffel and the Nazi Thule Society which was in league with Grindelwald's the Knights of Walpurgis. At the age of ten. Yvaine found herself with the Resistance in the North of France along with David and Elaine. Two years later at twelve she was a fully-fledged member of the Resistance with ten kills to her name both Nazi and Knights. She had come up with a novel way of using wand-wood and cores as the handle scales on a captured German Luger which she had engraved with runes.
To both her and her parent's utter shock, it worked. The steel alloy for the barrel apparently contained traces of tungsten a dense metal prized for its use in muggle weaponry as well as an excellent yet rare magical conductor for wardstones. She then went on to discover that any and all Muggle weaponry could be turned into the equivalent of wands and staves with the right runic engravings and the right materials. Her parents however told her to keep this to herself and to officially declare this discovery a Dreyfuss family secret. To her later relief she listened to them.
After the war was won and Grindelwald defeated by his one time lover, now named Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. The French Grey Order or the French equivalent of the Unspeakables came to visit her and found out about her Muggle to magical weapon-smithing abilities. They were impressed and recommended she keep it a family secret though. They did however recommend her to Beauxbatons on an all-expenses paid scholarship with an invitation to the Grey Order upon her graduation.
Going to school at Beauxbatons, Yvaine studied the field of Curse Breaking and then started into the field of Archaeology both Magical and Mundane. This love of the past drew her to a post as a field researcher for the Department of Archaeology for the French Ministry of Magic. She excelled in this field finding a hidden shrine to the Japanese Goddess Inari in a magical area of French Polynesia. In the 1960's she narrowly escaped a conflict between North Vietnamese war priests and American Muggle soldiers. However she did lose her left eye to a round from an American CAR-15 from a member of the Special Operations Group or SOG on the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos.
Fleeing the Vietnam War and with a new eye prosthetic courtesy of the Grey Order , Yvaine headed to another war zone to try and find a Nundu graveyard, a rumored place where the most dangerous magical creatures on Earth, The Nundu, came to die not unlike the noble elephants. This time she was headed to the Congo, an often lawless place filled with blood, and greed. Upon arriving by troop transport dressed as a reporter, she headed off into the warzone around Jadotville. Once manned by Irish UN peacekeepers, Jadotville had become a camp for members of Tshombe's forces and behind Jadotville a dense forest existed where there were rumors of a Nundu graveyard where elderly and dying Nundu would come from across Africa to expire.
"This is extraordinary." Yvaine whispered as she witnessed a wounded mother Nundu and her cub enter the Graveyard. The cub pulled at its mother hungry for milk but the mother had been hit by a white phosphorous artillery round and was close to death. The mother collapsed and let out a cloying shuddering breath and was still. The cries of the orphaned Nundu wrenched at Yvaine's heart and she climbed out of her tree and scanned the deceased mother with her trusty Luger wand. She learned how to synthesize Nundu milk and created a bottle for the little cub. Wary but very hungry, the little Nundu toddled over and started to feed. To Yvaine's joy, the little cub fed hungrily and finished with a soft belch. Sated the cub nuzzled up to Yvaine and fell asleep. Yvaine sat in the Graveyard just holding the young cub through the night.
Morgana, still in raven form, watched in awe as during the night the Spirits of the Great Nundu circled around a meditating Yvaine for hours until before dawn the largest and oldest of them all let out a terrifying roar and left a massive Nundu pawmark on Yvaine's back which shrank to a paw print on her left and right forearm. In the morning a magical native came upon Yvaine coming out of the Graveyard with a sleeping Nundu cub and the Legend of Mama Nundu was born. Standing tall with silvery hair and steel grey eyes and a flashing Luger pistol, Yvaine and her Nundu familiar Leonidas became a legend to any of the mercenaries who dared to attack them..
One day, the day before she left for home, she was attacked by a group of very drunk Russian military advisors on her way to her camp. She had killed six and wounded four when surprisingly , a tall , shadowy figure with a bastard sword , materialized out of the darkness and beheaded her last attacker who had been about to shoot her in the head. A soft musical Scottish burr came from the figure, "Watch yourself lass, those bloody Russians are nae tae be messed with." Yvaine pointed her Luger at the figure and scowled into the dark. "Step out into the light or I'll shoot!" A man dressed in Muggle British DPM pattern camouflage stepped out into the moonlight with the bastard sword slung over his back and a Browning High Power pistol at his side. A worn tan beret perched jauntily on top of his head atop dark close cropped auburn hair.
Yvaine lets out a low whistle upon seeing the tan beret and distinctive unit badge, "Special Air Service. Merlin damn it." The man chuckles and says genially, "Aye, but no worries lass. I'm retired from that and am just a wandering mercenary. Liam Grant, at your service lass." He extended his hand in a basilisk hide tactical glove. Yvaine took it and shook it. "Yvaine Dreyfuss at yours, sir. So mercenary eh? And what's with the sword and the obviously basilisk hide gear?" Liam laughed. "You got me there lass. I'm magical aye. My mum is non-magical from Cardiff in Wales while my father is a pureblood from the Highlands. We are a very secretive family and we never bought into that blood purity bullshit that ol' Grinders waffled on about."
Yvaine found herself laughing at the way Liam talked about her father, for David and Elaine had explained the Bloodline test to her. "Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore are my biological parents. "She said quietly. Liam stopped laughing and said in a shocked voice, "Ye're shittin' me. " At her head shake his eyebrows shot into the air and he sat down on a stump. "Sweet Morgana's tits ye're not joking. Damn lass, that's some fooked up ancestry right there .But you seem alright to me, lass." He offered her a flask of alcohol and she took a swig. "Damn, that's smooth! What is this stuff?" Liam slapped his thigh and said, "That there is the magical side of the Glenfiddich Distillery. It's called Breath of the White Stag, in honor of the avatar of the Blessed God of the Hunt. My family the Grants along with the Muggle Gordons produce it."
Yvaine and Liam talked until dawn when Leonidas the little Nundu walked up dragging a dead hyena. Leonidas immediately took a liking to Liam and curled up in between Liam and Yvaine. Ten months later after many owls back and forth, Liam came to visit Yvaine in France where the Dreyfuss's had relocated to after the War. He came to ask David for permission to formally court Yvaine. David was thoroughly impressed with combination of Pureblood and Muggle noble etiquette that Liam displayed as he showed up in full Special Air Service dress uniform. After Elaine and David spent two hours talking to Yvaine in private , they all came out and said that there was no need to court and they could go even further and sign a formal betrothal contract if Liam wished.
Liam and Yvaine signed the contract in blood and sealed it with a kiss, making David and Elaine very happy. A year later in 1966 they conceived a child who they knew was destined for greatness. This story is his and that of The Boy-Who-Lived.