The Lefays were an old family dating all the way back to Morgana Lefay, but after her death her children went into hiding. The plan was to return after a few years but that never happened. The stayed in hiding. Finally, in 1989 they reemerged, and they were feared. They had great magical power, amassed a great amount of wealth, and because of their name already had people wanting to ally with them. The day they returned was quite a spectacle.
Fudge was horrified. The Ministry was currently in chaos all because a new chair had appeared in the Wizengamot. Rufus Scrimgeour has walked into his his office as pale as a ghost, spouting nonsense about them being back and how they would kill us all. This got his attention as nobody but He-who-must-not-be-named. As Fudge walked Rufus told of how the seat appeared.
"I swear Minister, the Wizengamot was debating about Hogwarts funding when the room was filled with the sound of stone grinding. When we all looked we saw a hole appear and a chair rose up from the ground." Rufus repeated his little story. Fudge wasn't completely stupid, he knew that if the Wizengamot either recognized a new house, or an old house had come back, a seat would appear. As he entered the rounded chamber he looked around and saw the chair on the fourth tier.
The houses were divided by tiers. Minor houses at bottom, ancient or noble at tier two, Most ancient or Most noble tier three, and finally Most ancient and Most noble at the top. Fudge walked up to the new addition and saw the name written elegantly on the back. He quickly paled at seeing the golden letters write out Lefay.
"Rufus, notify Amelia about this and have your Aurors look for the family BEFORE then next full Wizengamot meeting!" he bellowed to the Auror captain. If the Lefays were back all hell would break loose, they were more feared than you-know-who. He turned to head back to his office when he saw Dumbledore walking towards him.
"Aw Minister I was hoping to ask you who is the new Lord Lefay." he said the twinkle in his working to give Fudge a seizer.
"Sorry Dumbledore no one currently knows who Lord Lefay is." he said sincerely. He wish he knew so he could arrest them before they came for his job.
"Hmm, well then we must wait to see their alliance." he said in his usall grandfatherly way.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALLIANCE,THEIR DARK WIZARDS!" Fudge roared at Dumbledore, how could the man even believe that the Lefays family of all people could be anything but dark.
"Now Minister you know that a name means nothing."he said kindly before he added, "Just look at Barty Crouch Jr." When he finished he walked out of the room leaving Fudge to his thoughts. He wasn't wrong, Crouch was a convicted death eater. 'Well then we will just have to wait." he mused to himself.
"So help me Dumbledore if you're wrong…" he trailed off not wanting to think of what could happen.
-Meanwhile-
Meanwhile somewhere else in Britain a ten year old boy was sitting in his father's study waiting for his father. The boy had been told that he was to wait for his father by one of their elves, as he waited he looked around the study. He saw a few old looking relics and large tomes sprawled around the desk, some open and some closed. Finally, his attention was broken by his father Gideon, coming into the study.
"Jason, as you know for the past hundred generations our family has been in hiding, well this year a month before your birthday we will come out of hiding." He said this with no amount of happiness, even Jason could see this.
"Why dad I thought people didn't like us." He asked remembering the stories of Morgana, and how she was hated.
"You are correct but I just got an owl saying our family seat has reappeared." He said this deep in thought. From what Jason remembered being taught their house was under a spell that kept them hidden the Findless charm or something like that. So if the charm fell they were out in the open, meaning that they could be found.
"So why call me not Tobias." he asked knowing that his father had a plan in mind.
"Well when you turn eleven, you will get a letter to go to school before then is my first appearance in the Wizengamot their I will find the members who are grey. Then you will try to make friends with their heirs." Ah he spoke his plan Jason's face fell then brighten. If he was being asked to make friends then he would have to leave the house meaning he could get away from Tobias.
"Deal, is that it father?" he asked wanting to leave and get ready.
"Well not quite, you will need a wand for school, but we never buy our wands we make them. So today you will make a wand with my help." Hearing this Jason broke into a large grin, seeing his father get up he stood and followed suit. They quickly left the study and walked through twisting hallways and winding corridors, finally they came upon a large elegant door carved with a motif of a cloaked figure holding a wand. Jason stood in front of the door admiring the carved wood before his father opened the door and lead him into a room full of shelves all having either a block of wood or a glass jar.
"Jason, first you must choose a wood. Pick one that reacts with your core." Gideon said with an uncommon warm smile. He couldn't wait to see his son's wand. 'Maybe this time won't be a disappointment' he thought to himself remembering how Tobias's wand was quite… disappointing. Jason walked around the shelves full of different wood's. Finally, he stopped at the shelf full of exotic hardwoods, and stretched his hand out to a nearly black wood and picked it up.
"Hmm black iron wood, a symbol of strength, now for a core." He said this a little giddy, seeing his son pick this wood was a good sign. Now he only need a core.
Jason walked from shelf to shelf trying to find one he liked or that drew him in like the block of wood did. He continued to walk for a few minutes until he noticed out of the corner of his eye a jar with nothing in it. He walked closer to the jar thinking his father just forgot to restock it until he felt something at the whisper in the back of his mind.
"Come my child show me to your father." the voice was sweet and gravely at the same time, almost as if it were two voices talking at once. Jason slowly reached out and wrapped his fingers around the Jar. He nearly dropped it when a hand clasp on his shoulder. He looked up to see his father happily smiling down at him.
"Dad what is this?" Jason asked his eyes looking back down at the jar of seemingly nothing.
"That son, is a strand of thestral hair," he said "The reason you can't see it is because you must see someone die to see a Thestral." he explained making his son's eyes widen.
"Then whose voice did I hear." He asked innocently looking up to his father. He saw his father deep in thought before replying that he didn't know.
"Anyway, let's get your wand made." he said taking the jar and the wood before showing his son how to make the wand by pushing most of his magic into the wood and core before it started to twist and morph into a wand.
"This is your wand boy, take care of it and it will keep you alive." With this simple phrase his father led him to a large open room with a narrow raised platform. "And this is where I will teach you our family magic and duling. You must be prepared to defend yourself." Jason heard saw his father draw his wand and motion for him to do the same. With this he started what would become a rigorous training regimen that shaped his son into someone not to trifle with, into a weapon of both mind and body.
Hello I'm Dantai I should say that Harry probably won't be a huge character. Anyway thank you for reading and Ta-ra.
-Dantai