Disc.-I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, DAMMIT!
Now that that's out of the way… Hi! So, this story has Motherly!Bellatrix and Ultra-Dark!Fem!Harry. He won't be a girl immediately. A blood-adoption will be instated. But the eyes won't change. Not my precious green, oh no. :D
Also… The Creatures depicted (some of them have the oddest names…) have been taken from the Harry Potter Wiki and I will be using those descriptions. Including for the creatures the movies changed in appearance. For the ones with very little description- I will be filling in a bit. Like Granians. The only description for them was 'grey in color and very fast' along with 'horse-sized'.
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The thin woman shook uncontrollably. The loss of her unborn child had hit her hard, enabling her to crucio Longbottom and his pathetic little wife into insanity. They took just as much from her. They didn't deserve the mercy of death…But now…Now she was going to Godric's Hollow. That was where her cousin-dearest was heading on that flying muggle machine of his.
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She watched as they left the poor little babe on the doorstep in the middle of the cold night, the first of November. How could they leave such a tiny bundle on its' own like that? With only a thin little blanket and a crisp letter?
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His fourth birthday. Present; first beating with cat'o'nines instead of a whip, the belt, or fists and legs. She seethed in her hidden spot perched high in a tree standing beside the shed he was forced into during the spring and summer months. She was in her Animagnus form, a rather large thin black cat almost as large as a lynx, but not quite. Short-haired and with the dark blue-gray eyes customary of the Black clan, it was an odd sight indeed. However she's been able to get close to the young boy like this, so she doesn't mind. He was a Parselmouth, she had found out last year when he began to speak to the garden snakes. She was relieved slightly. The boy didn't talk otherwise, not even to her though he did pet her, feed her what scraps he could and indulge in her presence.
He came out as it began to darken to finish his garden work and she leapt down to his side. He gave her a shaky smile which immediately worried her. He didn't smile often, it was rare and small. Why was he smiling?
He pulled out something from his large pocket. It was a candy bar. She had never seen him eat a sweet before, ever. His first candy. She seethed inwardly. She wished so desperately to take him away, to save him. And tear out the portly flesh of the disgusting uncle of his relation, and to tear the large disdainful eyes from the woman's sockets. She should have cherished a child such as this, should have adored him!
She stared at the boy, debating on seriously kidnapping him. No, it wasn't kidnapping if he went willingly. And he would, wouldn't he? Of course, he knew her cat-form well enough that he'd trust her. Of course he would leave with her! Why hadn't she done so earlier? Poor boy! She could've saved him much sooner!
Nevertheless, she would get him now, and save him now.
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"Mumma?", the five year-old asked and the woman glided out of the large double doors to the extensive gardens. She looked much healthier now that she was on those nutrition potions. Her face had regained much of its' previous striking beauty and her body was slowly growing toned with each session she had to keep her body fit. Fit bodies meant fit magic after all. "What's this?", he asked her as he looked back to the small foal following him around. She watched him walk and watched the somewhat scrawny creature follow like a lost Crup-puppy.
"Why, I believe that's a Granian.", she said in slight surprise. Her darling child looked up at her with his head tilted to the side just slightly and she crooned to him softly, petting his shaggy black mane before answering his silent question. "Well, it's a winged horse of course. They are extremely fast as well. Just wait until it grows, my sweetling. You will have the fastest horse in the world.", she told him and he looked to the small thing in awe before smiling up brightly at his mother.
How she loved her sweet child. He still didn't talk very much and when he did, it was soft and quiet but he had the brightest and most beautific of smiles when he was truly happy. That is, with his Mumma.
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"So…This will make sure the bad people don't take me away?", the six year-old little boy asked her, looking up with his soft and tender green eyes, so much like the lively new spring in its' sweetest form. She smiled down and nodded, handing the small vial to him.
"It may also change certain things to make you a bit more like Mummy.", she told him gently and he looked up with a slight eager glint in those fabulous eyes of his. His emotions (aside from general serenity and peace and caring/compassionate/kind) were only seen in slight glints in his eyes, something of which she was ridiculously proud of. "It may taste a bit...Foul.", she warned him and he nodded obediently as she handed it to him, the long black nails brushing against his small hands. She had already uncorked it for him and she watched as he sipped a taste that made his pert nose scrunch up in the most adorable of ways before he threw it back and quickly downed it in an attempt to let not another drop hit his tongue.
"Ew.", he said as he handed it back and she smiled at him lovingly.
"Once you sleep, my dearest, it will begin to take affect. Mumma will be there to watch over you.", she kissed his cheek tenderly as he smiled up at her before he frowned just the smallest bit.
"Will Zilar recognize me?", he asked her worriedly and she once more smiled. Her dear was always worried about his Granian. She pet his hair as she answered.
"Of course he will, darling. He'd never forget or confuse who his Master is.", another breathtakingly beautiful smile and he was off to bed, eager for morning to come.
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Humming was the first thing the child heard as green eyes gently fluttered open. "Ah, awake sweetling? It seems it changed you in a way...Most unexpected, love.", and indeed it had. No longer a boy and now a girl- she certainly hadn't thought that possible but really she should have realized. A Blood-Adoption with her as the only parent would change the gender to match hers'. Though the impossibly green irises were gratefully still their alluring and vivid shade. Black inky locks calmed from the wild mess and into the lovely curls and coils of the Black (always either wavy or curly) and her features were more like her Mother's as well. Stronger and aristocratic yet still rather doll-like and delicate. The malnutrition, her mind supplied. And while she was angry her chosen child had gone through something that traumatic, she had to admit that the result of it was gorgeous.
She sat up and blinked. "Mumma...It's gone?", she asked confusedly, looking down before looking up at her.
"I know, darling, I know. You're my daughter now.", she told her gently as her fingers combed through the thick raven strands. Surprise shown in her pretty features and in that one little glint in her eyes.
"So...I can wear dresses and look more like you?", she asked with awe now coloring her features. A deep and sultry laugh left the woman's throat and she nodded, and her lovely little girl pounced on her in a tight hug as she laughed happily.
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So hey, whaddya think? Please tell, yes? Should I continue?