A/N Just a quick note, this is a spin off from my Janet Harker series (during book 3), that means it's also a minor Percy Jackson crossover, you may wish to read the first one, two or three fics first so you know who the characters are, it will make more sense that way. This fits into book 3 just before Peter Pettigrew goes on trial (the time skip) Bold is spells, italics are Ancient Greek, inverted commas are thoughts.
A group of four people walked down the bustling street called Mayfair, to any casual observer, they looked like a normal family, a man, a woman, a boy and a girl. They were not normal, they were magicians. The man, Thom Harker, was a tall, muscular man in his early forties dressed in a three piece tweed suit, his short black hair was speckled with white and grey, his friendly blue eyes sparkled happily and his weather beaten face smiled happily as he talked to his sister. Alicia Magana was a tall, thin woman, a few years younger than her brother, she was dressed in a simple blue dress, she looked like her brother, with long black hair and large blue eyes. People tended to look away from her as she had a long scar from under her right eye to the corner of her mother, the scar caused the corner of her mouth to be pulled up in a permanent smirk, despite this she was still quite pretty. Walking behind them was her nephew, an excitable eleven year old boy called Marc, he was thin and about average height for his age, he had chocolate brown eyes and short black hair. He was pale and looked like he spent more time inside than out, he was dressed in jeans and a button up blue shirt. Marc was talking to the girl next to him, his fourteen year old cousin Janet, Janet was slightly taller than Marc, with long straight blond hair that reached her lower back and inquisitive dark brown eyes. She was very pretty and was dressed in a pastel blue skirt, brown shoes and a light purple shirt, on her wrist she wore two silver bracelets shaped like snakes with green eyes biting their own tails. Marc and Janet were pulling along two suitcases, which, to a muggle eye looked like normal suitcases, but in fact lacked wheels, so were just hovering an inch or so off the ground.
They stopped outside an old fashioned house that was totally at odds with the modern buildings on either side, the muggles around them walked passed the building without giving it a second glance. The building was a four story Victorian mansion made of white marble that appeared to be only as wide a its front door and totally windowless, but a closer look revealed that the white stones that made up the house were buzzing with magical runes that concealed and compressed the house. Alicia walked up to the door and opened it, everyone followed her inside. The inside of the house was much more spacious than the exterior, they stepped into an atrium that could fit at least one large van inside. The room was about five metres tall and seven metres square with two sweeping staircases that led up to the next floor, there was also a closed wooden door between the two staircases and one more on either side of the room.
"Welcome to our family home Janet," Alicia said to her niece, "that is the library," she pointed at the door between the staircases. "Kitchen and House Elves quarters," she pointed at the door to the left, "dining room, sitting room and ballroom," she pointed at the door on the right. " My husband Fredrick and I are on the third floor, Alexander and his wife Sarah are on the second, Janet, you will be with Marc on the first." She looked pointedly at Thom, "your Dad will also be on the first in his old room, which I have kept made up, just in case he came home." Thom looked away, Alicia smiled and looked at Janet, "your bedroom is the first left up the left hand staircase, Marc's is opposite, your father will be in the first right up the right hand staircase. Okay?"
"Yep," Janet said smiling at her aunt.
"Good, leave your bags here, the House Elves will deal with them, your other relatives are waiting in the sitting room," reluctantly Janet put down her bag and followed Alicia, Marc and Thom.
The door to the right opened onto a corridor with three doors, each about ten metres apart, each was made from a heavy, dark wood and was marked with a small bronze plaque. The corridor itself was painted a light yellow above one metre, below one metre it was panelled in highly polished cherry wood. The floor was made of oak planks with a patterned Persian carpet stretching down the middle. The ceiling was white, but with faint patterns painted in a slightly darker shade of cream. Every couple of metres there was an alcove with a beautiful bowl, or a vase or potted plant of some kind. The first door, when Janet managed to read passed her dyslexia was marked as the ballroom, the next was the study, the final one was slightly ajar, it was marked as the sitting room. Alicia opened the door and walked in, the sitting room was decorated in the same way as the corridor, minus the alcoves, the room was furnished with a three antique leather sofa, a half dozen matching antique chairs and seven antique mahogany coffee tables, inside were three people, two men and one woman. The first man looked a lot like Thom, a slightly older Thom, with black hair that was closer to silver now than black and blue eyes, except where Thom's eyes shone, his were stern and harsh. His eyes suited his more serious and stern face, which had deep frown lines on his forehead, he was dressed in a charcoal grey three piece suit, he was Alexander Harker. Sitting next to him was a lady who was a couple of years younger than him, her hair was long and brown, pulled up into a high ponytail, her eyes were cheerful brown eyes. She was pretty, but starting to show her age with wrinkles forming around her eyes, she was wearing a simple high necked blue dress, this was Alexander's wife, Sarah Harker. The final person in the room had his back to the door when everyone entered, he turned to face everyone, he was a very tall man, a full head taller than Thom, he had a full head of blond hair that was greying at the temples, his green eyes were youthful and full of mirth and were surrounded by laughter lines, he was dressed in simple brown trousers and a green shirt, he smiled at Alicia, this was Frederick Magana, Alicia's husband.
"So, I finally get to meet my other brother-in-law," Frederick said happily as he walking over, he took one of Thom's hands in his own much larger hand and shook it vigorously.
"It's good to meet you too Mr Magana," Thom said flexing his hand when he received it back from the tall man.
"Please, just Frederick, Mr Magana is my father," he said smiling joyfully, "I've heard a lot about you, mainly from Alicia, not much of it polite."
"Ah, yes," Thom said darkly, turning to his siblings, "I did write, several times a year in fact, I sent a letter for Alicia's birthday, Alexander's as well, and Marc's. I also wrote for our parent's birthdays and anniversaries, you never wrote back, I was not even told our parents were dead until I came to the UK and checked with the Ministry six years ago now. They had been dead for three years at that point and did not send a letter, the only letter I got was that Marc had been born."
"That's not true!" Alicia shouted, "I wrote once a month for the first year, but you never replied, I gave them to Alexander to take to the… oh," she looked at Alexander, "Alexander, you didn't...?"
Alexander sat there stoically, "I did what I had to protect you from him, he hurt you when he ran off in the night…"
"Hang that, you helped me leave Alexander, I left a note for you to give to…" he stopped looking at his brother in surprise, "how could you?" His voice pained, a look of red hot fury in his eyes.
"Marc," Sarah said, speaking up for the first time in a high, flute like voice, she looked worriedly between the three siblings. "Why don't you and Janet go to your room? You can play, or talk, or something, this might get unpleasant."
"Yes Mum, come on Janet," Marc said sounding relieved to be excused from the room.