A/N - Hey everyone! Yes, I know most people were hoping for an update on Yes Master. You'll get one soon. This story kinda just popped into my head and wouldn't leave until I started to write it. No worries though. I have a few chapters already written for this guy so wait time should go down a lot. Hopefully. Though I won't be forgetting about Yes Master. Just a few other notes. One, I'll answer reviews directly so they won't be put here. Second of all, the chapter numbers won't match at all cuz now and again I'll be tossing in 'Memoire' chapters. Which will be explained soon enough. Not sure if any other side things will be added in or not but I'll let you know as we go along.
Story Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or anything you may recognize from that world. However, the OCs are mine. As are any of the places you don't recognize.
Story warnings - This story is rated mature. There will be lots of swearing, possibly some sexual content, definitely some harsh scenes. Possibly some abuse and definitely some deaths. I will warn you if certain things happen in certain chapters. If there isn't a chapter warning, it means the worst you have to deal with is swearing and maybe some bullying. Also, as a fair warning, this story does contain male/male and female/female, as well as regular male/female. Major side plot to the story so beware. Hmm... I think that's it.
Well... I can't think of anything else. So enjoy the chapter! Leave a review please.
Prologue – Shocking Names
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
August 25th, 1995
It was eerily quiet on the sunny grounds of Hogwarts that morning. Though it wasn't surprising since the students weren't due for another week and all the teachers, even the Groundskeeper, was inside enjoying their breakfast.
Which was a good thing for the group of kids that appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
There were six kids in all, a mix of gender, age, and appearance. They were all dressed for summer, in shorts and tank tops, ranging from blue to red to green. A moment after they appeared, the group started to laugh at something one of them said. However, as they started walking towards the school, their manner became more reserved and wary.
"- sure you want to do this?" one of the girls asked softly, eyeing the school with slight hatred as her short red hair fluttered in the slight breeze.
The boy walking slightly in front of the group, smiled softly at her as he replied, "It's not about what I want to do but what I have to do. You know that as well as I do."
"They could have figured out what to do themselves. You don't owe them anything Bolt."
Bolt raised an eye brow at the man walking behind his left shoulder. "You didn't have to come with, Kiba. None of you did."
The girl who had first spoken, snorted and stopped, grabbing the other boys' hand to pull him to a stop as well. As she spoke, she turned him around so he could face the rest of the group, who also had paused. "Like hell we didn't Bolt. We aren't going to abandon you."
"Unlike some people..." one of the other girls muttered.
"Scheye! That's enough."
Scheye frowned. "Come on Firebird. It's no different then what you've always muttered about."
"I have a right to mutter! I grew up with all this bullshit remember?"
The third girl sighed and stepped between the other two bickering girls. "Hush you two. You aren't helping Bolt by arguing."
"Sorry Sly." They murmured, dropping the argument and turning to the three boys, who had small smiles on their faces.
After a moment, Bolt shook his head and started walking to the castle again. "Either way. It doesn't matter. We're here now. Besides, they do need us. Me at least anyway."
"Think they'll recognize us at all Brother?" The unnamed male asked as the others fell in step behind Bolt.
Kiba looked them over and answered before Bolt could. "Probably not. You all look really different then what you did when you first came to us."
Bolt snorted and murmured to the boy who asked the question, "Since when did we go to them, Wings?"
Wings laughed softly but the conversation quickly came to a halt as the big front doors burst open. The group of six stopped and watched as the old wizard with the long white beard marched over to them. Behind him were two other older adults, a witch and a wizard.
All three had their wands pointed at them.
"Here we go." Bolt murmured to the others just as the three newcomers stopped a few feet away from them.
"Who are you and what are you doing on Hogwarts grounds?" The first wizard asked, narrowing his eyes at them.
They looked at each other with raised brows before Kiba stepped forward on silent agreement. "Headmaster Dumbledore. Deputy Headmistress McGonagall Professor Snape. We come unarmed, with no intention to harm. We only came to talk."
The kids held back their laughter. Sure, none of them had their wands. However, they were far from unarmed. They did however, smirk slightly at the stunned looks on the adults facing as they were addressed by name.
"It seems we are at a disadvantage. May we know your names?" The witch asked, in a soft voice.
"Certainly my dear. My name is Kiba. To my left is Scheye. To my right is Sly. Behind her is Firebird. Behind me is Bolt and beside him is Wings."
From the looks on their faces, the adults did not appreciate that. Sure enough, the young wizard snarled. "Insolent boy. Headmaster asked for your names. Not your silly nicknames."
Behind Kiba, Bolt half growled but it was to quiet for anyone but the kids to hear. Instead, Scheye glared at him. "Those are our names Sir."
"At least the names that we have gone by for years. If you'd show us to a room where we could talk privately Headmaster, we will be glad to give you the names our parents choose for us." Kiba stepped in quickly, holding back a wince at the tone the Sir was said in.
Albus Dumbledore lowered his wand and looked at them for a moment before nodding and putting his wand away. Without a word, he turned and started heading into the castle. His two professors turned to follow him, starting to whisper once they were a couple steps ahead of their guests.
They were silent themselves as they followed behind the arguing adults. They didn't really have anything to say to each other. They had known for months that they were coming here so they already knew what they were going to do or say. Not many people in Britain knew about the group entering their country that week however. So it was only fair t give them a few moments to regroup.
As they walked into the castle, Scheye sighed softly and muttered, "I hope we can wrap this up quick. We have a lot to do still."
Bolt sent her a look and she quieted down. As they walked down the corridor and started heading up the steps, the six young wizards and witches tensed up. They had figured they'd be taken to the Headmaster's office but hadn't been sure. Even so, they weren't happy about it.
A few minutes later, they were all seated in the office. The six on one side of the desk and the adults on the other. Before anything could be said, Bolt leaned forward.
"What we are about to tell you may be hard to take in. I'm sure you'll have lots of questions and concerns. We will try our best to answer what we can. However, I'm warning you now. You may not like the answers and some questions may not be answered at all."
As expected, Snape looked outraged and McGonagall looked shocked. Headmaster Dumbledore, however, looked very calm as he nodded. "Very well then... Bolt was it? Might we know your real names?"
They looked at each other, silently wondering who should go first. With a soft sigh, Sly stood up and gave a small curtsy. "My real name is Dawn Conners. I am fourteen years old."
"Conners... that's not a name I recognize... would I be wrong in assuming you are muggleborn Ms. Conners?" Professor McGonagall asked.
Dawn frowned at her. "Yes you may Madam. If i had thought that mattered, I would have made sure to add that in on my introduction. I shall keep that in mind for future reference."
As expected, that statement made the older witch bristle in silent outrage. Before she could respond however, the Headmaster did.
"She meant you no offence, my child. Was curious more then anything."
"Curiosity killed the cat." Scheye muttered, eyeing her angrily.
At the same time, Wings murmured, "she is not your child."
Ignoring them except for a quick glare at them, Snape turned back to Sly. "Why did you give us your name first?"
As she sat back down, she couldn't help but grin as she replied in an easy tone, "That would be because my name is the least shocking, Sir."
At that, the adults raised their eyebrow at the other five, who were sending small glares of betrayal at their friend. After a moment or two, Kiba stood up.
"I myself have two different last names. When I was born my mother named me Julius. She told everyone that my last name was O'Riley. To this day most people still know me as that. However, my real name, my legal name that I was given at birth, is Malfoy." He explained, giving a smug bow at their shocked looks.
As they expected, it was Severus Snape who recovered first. "Lies! Lucius is the only Malfoy left in that line and he has only one child and that is Draco."
"It doesn't matters if you believe us on that matter or not. It doesn't change the fact that I am the elder Malfoy son. I am sixteen years old while Draco, my younger half-brother, is only fifteen."
Before the Potions Master could say anything else, the Headmaster spoke up. "May I ask who your mother was? There are no records showing that Mister Malfoy had another son."
Bolt couldn't help himself, he snorted and shook his head. "His mother was a muggleborn witch who didn't live in Britain. Once Father dear found out she had muggle parents, it was easy enough to send her home with no one the wiser. He didn't even know she was pregnant."
"I hope I'm there to see his face when he realizes who you are Kiba." Sly piped in, grinning.
Winking at her, he turned back to the adults. "Once we are done introducing ourselves, your Potions Master can feel free to make the Lineage Potion to make sure we are telling the truth on who we are. Merlin knows you'll want to try it on all of us by the end of this."
At the mention of the potion, Snape whipped his wand out and muttered a spell before anyone could react. The six kids glowed several different colours for a moment before a long list of names appeared in front of them. However, they were so intermingled with each other that you couldn't tell one name from another.
"Severus! That was uncalled for. They have already agreed to let you brew the Linage Potion and to take it of their own free will." the old wizard exclaimed, sending the other man a disappointed look, while discretely pulling his own wand out just in case.
The still glowing witches and wizards were smiling as they looked at the tangled names. Seeing that, McGonagall turned to them. "You knew that would happen... what ever it is that is happening."
"This is why I suggested the potion Madam. We knew this spell wouldn't work on any of us. Even if we were in separate rooms. It would still be the same result."
"Why? I have never seen this happen before while using this spell." the Headmaster murmured, watching the names as well.
Wings rolled his eyes as he replied, "that would be because the spell is meant to only show one persons lineage at a time. It's based solely on blood. It doesn't work on us because we have taken steps to become... bonded is the best word in this situation. Thus the spell can't distinguish my blood from say Slys' blood so it mingles like that."
"You are trying to make me look like a fool! The potion works the same way. So all we would have gotten was mingled names on all your parchments!" Snape snarled before any one else could say anything.
He tried, he really did, but Wings couldn't help the mocking tone that came into his voice as he replied, "Really, Sir... you call yourself a Potions Master? If the Potion worked exactly like the spell then why would they have bothered to create the potion in the first place when a spell would be so much quicker and easier?"
"The spell was created based off of the Potion you ignorant child!"
"Wrong Sir. It was the potion based off of the spell. Unlike the spell which goes for blood, the potion works on their magic. That is why if you were to give Sly the potion, her paper would come up blank... because her parents have no magic. Which is also why it would work for the rest of us. Our bond mingles our blood but not our individual magic... magic that has traces of our parents in it. I suggest you do some more reading on your Potions. This is all rather common knowledge."
Before Snape could respond, the adult witch spoke up. "May I ask how you children bonded?"
Bolt shook his head. "We would rather keep that to ourselves for now. I'm sure you will understand after we've explained ourselves."
By then, the Malfoy heir had already sat back down. So Scheye took her chance and stood up, giving her own curtsey, though it wasn't nearly as deep as Dawns' had been.
"Unlike my brother here, I only have the one name. However, my last name is common enough that my mother didn't have to worry about changing it. My father died before I was born and my mother, who was a muggle, died three years later. I am sixteen years old and my name...is Cassiopeia Black."
It was amusing to watch their faces as they tried to figure out how it was possible. As they expected, it was McGonagall who did the math the quickest and figured it out.
"That would mean that you are Regulus' daughter!"
"Right in one. He met my mother on some raid of his. She was the main reason he decided to try and get away from the Death Eaters. He knew she was pregnant with me. They killed him before I was born though. No one else knew about what had happened. My mother died from cancer, so she was able to leave me a note explaining my heritage."
The adults didn't say anything, just stared at her in shock. Even Snape, who apparently had had one to many shocks already. After a few more moments, she rolled her eyes and sat back down. She knew it didn't really matter. If she and Julius had surprised them, she couldn't wait to see their faces for the other three.
Just as they were about to say something, Wings stood up with another glare at the Potions Master. Before the older man could respond, however, he spoke up. "As shocking as those names were, you are about to be even more shocked. I ask only that you try and wait until we're done introducing ourselves before bombarding us with questions, or flinging us through your fireplace. Let us explain ourselves first before you start passing judgements."
After a few moments, the three adults nodding. Giving a smile in thanks, he gave a bow and spoke up again. "I am also fifteen years old. I was born on this side of the ocean and was suppose to attend this very school until certain circumstances made it impossible. My name is Neville Longbottom."
Before they could recover from that shocking revelation, Firebird stood up, not bothering to curtsey but just giving them a small nod of her head. "My name is Ginevra Weasley."
As Snape started at Neville and McGonagall stared at Ginevra, Dumbledore turned towards the last of the younger generation, suspicion shining in his eyes.
Not wanting to disappoint, Bolt stood up and gave a bow. As he came up, he brought his right hand up and swept his dark brown hair off his forehead, revealing a lightning bolt shaped scar.
"My name is Harry Potter. You may know me as The Boy-Who-Lived-Only-To-Disappear."
Chaos broke out.