Chapter 1: Darkest Night, Lightest Pride
Godric's Hollow – October 31st, 1981
Lily Potter laughed a little, bouncing her son on her hip. "Come on, Har-Har." She kissed his forehead, smiling widely at the one year old.
Lily loved her son completely. How could she not? Lily was an intelligent witch, and a member of Pride Avalon. When she discovered that the Wizarding World had special Prides, she was amazed. The Prides of the Magical World were vicious warriors to their enemies, true friends to those loyal to them and feared by those who did not understand them. Many saw them as the protectors of the Magical World. All the Prides rallied under one important law, protect those who need help. When she discovered her darling boyfriend, James was actually a member of one such Pride, she was amazed. Pride Avalon was among the oldest Prides in the Wizarding World, rumoured to be founded by the legendary Merlin himself.
By sixteen James had married another woman, and Lily was devastated, until she learnt that Pride members were polygamists and most were allowed to take up to three wives. At first, she was hesitant to join in. By seventeen, James had a son. And little Damon Potter had just melted Lily's heart completely. How could he not? He had his mother's blue eyes and his father's everything bloody else. His mother, a member of a different Pride, was very kind to Lily and always encouraged the relationship with James as she saw the love between the two of them.
By eighteen she had married James, and became his second wife, after Jessica. Jessica and Lily had managed to become fast friends and were able to overcome some very short lived awkwardness from sharing a bed. But that was a long time ago. She was twenty-one and it was Halloween…and they were in hiding. Well Harry and Lily were at least. James and Jessica were out, trick or treating with Damon. Lily didn't want to risk leaving the house with them, though a part of her knew she should've. Thanks to that stupid prophecy, she had to remain in hiding with Harry at all times.
She placed Harry in his crib, walking down to get some milk. She heard the door crash open and grabbed several knives. "Whoever's there, I'm armed! Depulso!" She cast, sending the knives directly at the intruders. Two masked men fell within a minute. "I'm warning you, leave now or die!" As soon as the words left her lips, she grew ice cold as cries were heard from the nursery.
With impressive agility, she ran to the nursery. "You! Step away from the crib, or I will be forced to kill you."
"I don't think you'll be able to, Mrs. Potter. Or is it Miss Potter? I don't know how you scum label yourselves." The man chuckled coldly, pointing his wand at the child. "So this is the one who will defeat me."
"According to Dumbledore, but I don't believe him." Lily frowned a little.
"Why don't you? Dumbledore is the Leader of the Light." The man laughed coldly.
"Stuff it, Riddle. If it's a fight you want," Lily raised her wand, pointing it at him. "Then a fight you shall have."
"I'll make it easy for you, Lily." Voldemort chuckled. "Why don't you join us? We're more civilised than those animalistic Pride members."
"Go to hell!" Lily shouted, casting several spells towards Voldemort. Two bone-breakers quickly connected with his legs, causing the darkest wizard of the last Century to fall upon the ground.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted, blasting Lily close range with the Killing Curse.
"Repellendos omnium quod malum" Lily quickly cast, feeling the drain of her magic as a large golden shield emerged. The green spell blasted off the shield, blasting back towards Voldemort, whose red eyes froze in fear.
After an hour, James walked into the house first, seeing the bodies. He sprinted up the stairs, seeing his wife on the ground. "Lily!" He knelt down to her, seeing her pale complexion.
"J-James…" Lily ran her hand over his cheek, smiling weakly. "T-Take care of our son…" Jess walked in, gasping as her sister-wife lay dying. "Take care of our boys, dear Jess…" She smiled weakly, closing her eyes.
"Lily?! Lily?!" James cried as he felt the life leave his wife.
"I'll protect him, Lily…" Jess kissed her sister-wife's forehead. "I'll protect our boys…" she wiped her eyes as she picked up Harry. "H-How'd you get that scar…handsome..?"
Ministry of Magic – present day, 1995
"H-He's back…Voldemort is back…" Fudge said softly, watching the most feared Dark Lord ever disappear from view. How could this have happened? Dumbledore had told him that the Dark Lord had returned, but he had waved it off as nothing, like any sensible man would've. He was in danger now. His very job was on the line. He had to do something. There was the Potter boy…yes; he could force those animals in the Pride to give Potter to the Ministry. He was the one who apparently banished the Dark Lord as an infant.
It would be difficult. No one had seen Pride Avalon's members since they left England in the 1980s following Lily Potter's death. He had a problem with all that of course, Potter's father was the current Alpha of the Pride if the reports from France were correct. The Alpha's children would be well protected. Of course that could be easily helped. Potter was an English citizen after all. Yes, he would save the boy from his foreign kidnappers. The press would eat it up and he'd come out on top. Now, all he had to do was go to the Aurors. That Bones bitch would probably cause some stink about it, but he was her boss and she would either help out or be kicked out.
Avalon – one week later
"On your feet and fight Harry, now!" The large black haired boy shouted, charging towards the younger boy.
The boy known as Harry, skipped past him, tripping him and pressing his heel into the older one's back. "Do you yield, Damon?"
"Never!" Damon snapped, sweeping around and pinning his brother down. "Yield or I'll break your spine."
Harry relaxed himself for a moment, forcing his way out of his brother's arms and standing. "Come and fight me like a man or I'll castrate you here and now, bitch." He smirked, extending three blades of energy from his foot and slicing his brother's arm.
A young girl came sprinting down to the beached area. "Damon, Harry, daddy said it's dinner time!" She called out to the two of them.
Harry dissipated the blades, picking up his sister. "Thank you for the message, little one. But you know you're not allowed to come on the beach when we're training. You could be hurt." He said softly.
"Aw, but I wanted to see Damon beat you!" The little girl pouted, wrapping her arms loosely around her brother's neck.
"See, even Sarah knows that I can beat you in a second, baby brother." Damon chuckled, tickling the young girl's side.
"I'm getting better, Damon." Harry smirked. "You've three cuts on your arm."
"Yeah, but you have three broken ribs and a possible concussion." Damon said proudly, ruffling the boy's hair. "You're advancing fast for someone your age." He relaxed as the sand went between his toes.
Avalon was a special place. It was located in the heart of the Caribbean Sea, hidden by the great pillars of Merlin. The sand was golden and the sea a beautiful blue. Merlin truly picked a paradise for his followers to live in and raise their young in. Avalon was home to only the Pride of Avalon, unlike France which housed several Prides along the mountains, most of whom were at war with one another all the time. Damon loved living in Avalon with his family. Mostly he loved days like this, practising his moves on the beach with his brother, with the smell of the ocean going through his nose and the sound of children playing around. It was truly a place for harmony around the world.
Lately though, Damon knew that things had gotten a bit more tense. He couldn't put his finger on the problem, but there was always a chance that England had put its foot in its mouth again. According to the reports his father received from the Pride members in England, Voldemort had apparently risen from the dead. The news had changed Harry's demeanour a lot since he was told, and Damon understood completely. He remembered his mother Lily fondly, and the idea of avenging the person who killed her had him and Harry practising twice as hard daily.
Of course to any foreign person, Lily wouldn't have been seen as his mother. Damon was after all, the son of James and Jessica. But he, like all children of the Pride, he had three mothers to love. Seeing his birth mother's eyes tear up as news of Voldemort's resurrection reminded Damon of how much pain England had caused his family. He watched Harry with Sarah and couldn't help but smile. Harry was a rare thing in the Prides, the only child of his birth mother, though it was understandable.
While most would call the Prides animalistic, they really did care for their wives and children. Harry was the rare one in the Potter family. An only son was a strange thing for anyone to be, but for Prides, it was almost never heard of. Damon couldn't help but worry about the England problem. Many Pride members had died in the first war. Families left without a father to care for them. Siblings ripped apart as mothers went their separate ways without the mutual love of their husband to help them.
Their father was worried about the backlash from Voldemort's resurrection. In a way, so was Damon. He had no ideals about becoming the next Alpha. All he wanted to do was serve in the Corps. He could see Alpha material in Harry. The young man had impeccable manners and deeply cared for all members of the Pride. The one thing he had worried about with Harry was how dark his soul was at times. The anger he kept within his heart about England and the death of Lily. He could only hope in time there would be a calming presence or three to make him better.
Potters had been the Alphas of Avalon since the 15th Century. They were the warriors who kept the island safe from harm. Nowadays, the fights around the world had caused a lot of problems. Pride Avalon wasn't the only Pride fighting their enemies. There was Pride Fuji, Pride Moscow, Pride Ohio and several others scattered around the world to help fight the darkness.
When they finally did reach home, he smiled as he smelt the wonderful food on the table. He loved it when the daily meal was held. Of course Sarah wouldn't suffer the utter dishonour of being forced to sit away from Harry, so he had her on his lap and tried to stop her from stealing food from his plate.
All was peaceful in Avalon, until the ward stones began to glow a bright red. Invaders had come. The peacefulness would be replaced…by the sound of war.
A/N: Ok, so this is my first attempt at a new story in a long time. The basic idea is sort of a crossover with Andromeda. If you're unfamiliar with the show there are super-humans in it who live in Prides and marry three wives each known as Nietzschians. Most the Harry stuff will be Darkish for the first few chapters, so be warned.
