Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I own my original characters and my plot. I am not trying to pass any of these characters or copyrighted ideas off as my own and therefore it isn't plagiarism or copyright infringement.
Chapter One – Surprising Attack
The fifth year Ravenclaw was lying on the white hospital bed in the specified wing of her school. She never thought something like this could occur with the Daily Profit calling Dumbledore and Harry Potter every name in the book, she assumed that they must've been mistaken about the rebirth of he-who-must-not-be-named. Of course she knew nothing of him until coming to Hogwarts and ending up in the same year as the famous Boy-who-lived. Part of her believed the political propaganda was tripe and educated and wise people should take the gossip rag the Daily Profit was becoming with a grain of salt. Then again she wasn't like pureblood witches and wizards after all. Though she wasn't quite a muggleborn either, however, she was raised by her muggle mother after her wizard father somehow disappeared off the face of the earth shortly after her conception. Her mother didn't even know that much about the man after all, but since she had no proof of his existence she was forced to give her daughter her maiden name.
Sometimes she felt horrible for inadvertently ruining her mother's life, and she had spent many of her years at Hogwarts trying to answer the many unknown questions about her father. She sometimes wished that life was far simpler than what she had already experienced. Since she had a muggle last name, it was believed that she was a muggleborn and thus labeled a Mudblood by everyone idiot in Slytherin. However, one particular idiot didn't ever seem to speak let alone call her names. Part of her was relieved that Granger was such a know-it-all muggleborn who basked in the attention of knowing all of the answers. At least that caused the morons to concentrate more on the brilliant best friend of their sworn enemy than on others considered at the same level as far beneath the bigots shoes than the mud they refused to step in.
She sighed and rubbed her temples wondering what on earth she was going to do now. She tried to rationalize the situation as best as possible, but the flashes of the trauma she experienced only days earlier continued to weigh on her mind. Her mind continued to go over the events wondering what she could've done differently that would've prevented her from falling into the trap. Why had they picked her instead of going after Granger? Why was she the one that was whisked away by portkey to an undisclosed location and then left for dead after being the entertainment of the night for the death eaters? Why had that man taken off his mask so that she could see his face while he tore through her last remnants of maidenhood? She had never had a boyfriend because she was too focused on her studies and considered any such relationship a distraction from her goals. She wasn't going to be saddled with some kid like her mother. She had dreams and aspirations.
She felt the tears well up in her light blue eyes, as she ran her fingers through her long auburn hair. Why was fate so cruel? She was now in this situation and even though she felt horrible about how the little miracle growing inside of her came about, she couldn't imagine ending the life of an innocent. He or she wasn't responsible for his or her father's actions. She didn't know if that person expected her to recognize those features that she had seen in one of her year mates or if he expected her to be killed right after. No one expected the rescue to occur. She didn't expect to see the red robed Aurors coming to her rescue when the Ministry was denying the return of her attacker's leader. For whatever reason, those death eater cowards decided to disappear into their black smoke. Somehow, they must've decided making sure of her death was beneath them.
"Well Ms. Turpin, I'm afraid that this is our first pregnancy within the walls of Hogwarts since the anti-pregnancy wards were erected in the late 15th century. Of course this event occurred off grounds, however, we do not keep abortion potions on hand and it takes about two months to brew one."
Lisa's eyes widened and she shook her head no, "I understand that I am young and nowhere prepared to have a child, however, I wouldn't be here if my mother decided to get an abortion after my father disappeared. This baby might be part of a monster, but he or she is part of me as well. I come from a strong stock and my family has been in Dorsetshire since they came as Norman conquerors. I am a Ravenclaw, and what we do not have in bravery, we make up for in sheer will and intellect. I will find a way to complete my education and care for my child. There surely has to be some sort of code on the book. I will research this. Also, I need to make sure that death eater doesn't have claim to my child even though he is the father."
The matronly nurse shook her head and tutted, "This will be very difficult for you, and you are far too young. You are barely 16. Are you absolutely sure in this decision?"
"I understand this situation has never occurred in recent times except for the occasional staff pregnancy, however, it is my body and thus my choice. Also, I would like to request a blood ancestry potion. I have no idea who my wizard father was, but I have some suspicions with my similar appearance to a particular pureblood heir. Also, I believe that if a particular family was having trouble producing an heir because the wife had fertility issues, the husband may have gone outside of the relationship with the idea of taking the child once he or she was born and oblivating the muggle mother. With the proper blood adoption done by his wife, the child would be a pureblood and no one would know about how he or she came about. However, I think that miraculously the wife became pregnant after the muggle woman and he just abandoned her and the unborn child since she was no longer needed."
Nurse Pomfrey's brown eyes widened, "I do happen to keep those potions in stock under stasis because they have a long shelf life. Plus, many muggleborns are curious about their wizarding roots, as many of them are products of squib lines."
"Well then get on with it, please."
The nurse nodded and walked to her supply cabinet. She returned with a black colored potion in a clear glass vial, "Now Ms. Turpin, I require three drops of your blood into this vial."
The blonde witch nodded her head and held out her forefinger in anticipation. She closed her eyes, as she had experience with giving blood samples and knew of her reaction. She would faint at the sight of blood whether it was her or that of another person. It was why her boggart turned into a bag of blood in the third year Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She opened her eyes as soon as she felt the healing magic brush along her finger. She watched as the black potion turned a bright blue before the medical witch poured it onto a blank piece of parchment.
At the bottom of the parchment was the name Lisa Beth Turpin with a line below her and also connected to the name Edward Percival Nott and a line below him stated Theodore Edward Nott. She sighed, "I guess that somehow my child's magic is registering already as well. I guess my assumption before regarding the similarity in appearance between my attacker and my year mate holds true. I can't help but wonder if that timid young man knows of his father's inherent evil."
The Nurse's brown eyes narrowed and her lips pursed together, but she remained silent as more names appeared on the parchment. Lisa continued to stare at the parchment as her mother's name appeared above hers on the right and the name Lucius Abraxas Malfoy appeared on her left. The list continued up with familiar names she had discovered in a pureblood genealogy book, but she was surprised to find the name Marius Black listed as her maternal great-grandfather. Why hadn't her mother mentioned that she was descended from the Ancient and noble house of black. Her brow furrowed, "Does this mean that I'm more than a half-blood? I mean sure my great-grandfather was a squib, but the magic had to still be within the family. I mean my mother has always sensed magic and somehow knew that my father was a wizard. She wasn't really that surprised when Professor McGonagall brought the letter."
"I've never believed in that bigoted tripe, so I wouldn't know. However, if you look here," she pointed to her maternal great-grandmother, "You see Elladora Prince was the squib sister of Edwin Prince, who had one daughter by the name of Eileen Prince. However, that family is mostly extinct except for the fact that Eileen was disowned for marrying a muggle by the name of Tobias Snape."
Lisa shook her head, "So, I'm related to several death eaters? Just great, go figure I'd be related to the friends of the bastard who raped me. I'm beginning to think that fate is having a horrible laugh when it comes to my pitiful life. You will keep this information confidential, right? I really don't want the potion's master knowing of our distant relation. I really don't know how that man would react. I doubt it would be in a protective older cousin manner. That wizard doesn't strike me as someone who really cares about family, especially distantly related through a squib line."
"You never know Ms. Turpin, I may have just never believed another of the Prince line existed since my grandfather died in the late 1970s," the emotionless voice sounded behind her.
Lisa visibly shook, "Professor, I didn't mean to offend. It's just a bit of a shock. You know finding concrete evidence supporting my hypothesis as to who was my father. Not to mention the clarification that the father of my child is the same father of timid but studious Theodore Nott. Oh and that I'm both distantly related to you and the deranged murderer Serious Black and my father's wife as well. How would you expect me to react?"
The dark haired and eyed potion master nodded before quickly casting something that seemed to prevent the Nurse from overhearing their conversation, "I can understand your reaction, however, don't entertain the assumption that you know a thing about me. I have my reasons for maintaining my private life and I hope that you do not plan to broadcast our relation in a public manner."
She paled at the thought, "Of course not Professor. I plan on hiding all of it. If people continue to believe that I am a muggleborn, then so be it. I will do what is necessary to protect my mother, myself, and my unborn child. He or she will survive this war and I will help with the resistance where I may. However, I will probably need to contact Lucius at some point. I might need his protection, but I doubt he will be willing to vouch for me if anti-muggleborn legislation is passed after the fall of the Ministry. I know its pessimistic of me to believe a fall will occur, however, it is likely thanks to the current Minister's actions. The minister is only allowing the opposition to grow as he continues to keep his head in the sand and send in bigoted witches like Umbitch. Then again, she is likely to be the first person to join passing new bigoted legislation as soon as the ministry does fall. Too bad we can't just AK the vial toad and be over with it. It would be for the greater good after all. She's already creating havoc as the high inquisitor within this school. Too bad the wizards that make up Board of Governors are a bunch of spineless and easily manipulated idiots, who lack the integrity to grab their power by the reins and stop the Ministry from overstepping their bounds. I mean Hogwarts is a separate entity from the Ministry of Magic as it predates its 1629 replacement of the Wizards Council. As you know Hogwarts was founded a good 600 years earlier."
The potions professor nodded, "I do see you took after my Ravenclaw grandfather. You are quite knowledgeable of both history and politics. Do you have an interest in pursuing that career path?"
Lisa nodded but quickly added, "Not that I'll have the opportunity with what the future holds. I will do my best to change it, but sometimes being gifted with the sight seems more of a curse than a gift. Then again sometimes I'm too busy looking too far into the future, to see what is right in my bloody face. If only I could predict my own future instead of seeing major events I really don't have control over. Then again there is a reason why I chose to study Ancient Runes instead of taking Divination from that charlatan. She pretty much is unless she's in one of those creepy trances of hers. Seeing her prediction of that rat returning to his master, didn't allow me to expose the bastard or stop it from becoming true."
The professor gasped, "I didn't realize that the Malfoy's have seer blood on their side. Of course, I wouldn't expect them to announce that to anyone. It does seem you got that from one of his ancestor's wives."
"If I remember correctly from my previous research into seers, she was also a Veela. So much for being pureblood, he does have some magical creature in his bloodline. If only there was a way to turn him from his path. I wish I could warn him of his downfall and the horrible treatment he will face at the hands of Riddle if he arrives at the Department of Mysteries. I do not envy the rock and a hard place Draco will find himself because of his father's failure. No 16 year old should be given the task to kill the powerful wizard like Headmaster Dumbledore. Also, if you don't want to be the one forced to kill your mentor, you might want to retrieve the horcrux ring from the Gaunt shack near the Riddle Mansion. I do wonder if that's where that thing is currently residing or if he has already taken over Malfoy Manor. Perhaps you should find a way to send Narcissa and Lucius away before those events can occur.
"Hmm, perhaps the whole ministry debacle could be avoided if you actually attempted to teach Harry Potter to Occlude instead of just attacking him. You should probably know that he's much more like Lily than you're willing to see, and the two of you have had similar childhoods. He doesn't like his fame and he doesn't deserve your wrath. If you leave that pensive you're using unattended, then he will see your worst memory that ruined your friendship with Lily, however, he will not react the way you'd expect. He will yell at his godfather because of the unfairness. He knows what it was like to be bullied four on one. You should really pay attention to what you are seeing within his mind rather than ridiculing him. His aunt and uncle despise magic as much as Tobias did. His cousin is a bully. Dudley and his friends' favorite games were Harry Hunting. There's a reason why he has such excellent reflexes, you ignorant fool. You'd think one abused and neglected kid would be able to spot another one."
"Ms. Turpin, I may be your distant cousin, however, you have no right to speak with your Professor in such a disrespectful manor. Also, how the hell do you know so much about my and Mr. Potter's past?"
"Ah, well I've been having dreams about Harry Potter growing up long before I received my Hogwarts letter. I didn't realize he was an actual person until I saw him during the sorting ceremony. I guess my sight recognized his prophetic importance and decided to follow him. As to your past, well you're the one that decided to give him your memories as you lie dying at your remaining master's hands. You know your false master, after you were forced to kill your true master and mentor. I do not have the power to change these events, but you do sir."
The potions professor set the box of potions he enlarged from its shrunk state on the counter next to the Nurse before turning back to the girl in the hospital bed, "It really is a shame, Ms. Turpin, that your gift is unable to keep you out of danger. If only you could've seen what awaited you in Hogsmeade. Perhaps then you could've decided not to attend that weekend and kept your innocence. Perhaps then you wouldn't be carrying that bastard child of yours and have ties to another death eater family through him or her."
"You misunderstand Professor, my son, is a blessing and not a curse. He has an important role to play in the future, as he will befriend and help guide Potter's godson Teddy Lupin. That young man will share the same gift as his mother, and will excel as an Auror before he finally lands the position of Minister of Magic. Under his rein and with the continued work of Mrs. Hermione Weasley, this country will move into a period of peace and equality that has never been seen. The question is Professor, do you want to live to see the bane of your existence name is second born son, who will also have Lily's eyes, Albus Severus after two of the most courageous wizards he knew. It is in the speech he gives that special son when the boy worries that he might be sorted into Slytherin."
Lisa could've sworn that tears welled up in the surly potions professor's eyes, "The boy grows to care for me enough to name his second son after me? He will recognize everything I did for him, and he will be thankful? Surely, we are not speaking of the same boy."
"Of course I speak of the true nature of Harry Potter rather than the skewed vision you have of him. In the end, the decision is yours. However, I suggest that you retrieve that ring and destroy it with either Basilisk venom, contained Fiendfyre, or the sword of Gryffindor since it is goblin made and was used to sly a Basilisk almost three years ago. Now, I should probably sleep some more so that my magic will assist with my healing. I really don't want to have to stay here much longer. I still have quite a bit of studying to do in order to pass my O.W.L.s. I can't wait until Potter starts that club of his. I really think that I should attend, but in my current condition that might not be the best idea. I guess I will just have to practice on my own after watching his instruction in my mind's eye."
Theodore Nott sat in the library studying for his upcoming O.W.L.s. Anything that would keep his mind off of what he would face during the upcoming summer break. His father was supposed to be taking him to his lord in order to have him marked. He shook his head in hopes of clearing his worry filled mind. He knew he couldn't fight his father because he'd learned that lesson many times in the past. He didn't want to anger the man, after all. He just wanted to be left alone, but that never stopped the man from finding relief with him after murdering his mother when Theodore was still quite young. He inherently knew what that man did to him was wrong, but he was the last of his family. Where would he go if something happened to his father?
Part of him just wanted to run away, so he would never have to submit to the man again. He had no interest in those of the same gender, but he had to admit that he felt too unworthy to pursue someone of the opposite gender. What could he offer a perspective wife other than a broken and abused wizard? He had far too many scars to be a good father or husband. How did he know that he wouldn't do the same thing to any child he fathered? How could he be sure that he wouldn't murder his own wife so that he could torture his one in the same way he suffered? He was just as likely to have a similar monster sleeping inside of him. He was surely being pushed down that path by his monster and one of the first followers of the Dark Lord. Perhaps his father always had those urges and married in order to maintain pureblood acceptance. Maybe it was just the way a man who'd drank too much was known to react. He wished he could vanish all of his father's fire whiskey, since he was always worse when he was drunk. If only something could happen that would cause his father to be sent to Azkaban.
He wanted to bang his head against the table to stop his thoughts from circling. He jumped when he felt a small hand on his shoulder and a warm female voice whisper in his ear, "You know I could help you. You don't have to become what that man desires. You have the power to change your future and I am someone who is willing to help you."
He looked up into the light blue eyes of a familiar face. Her hair was long almost platinum blonde that reminded him of what his friend Draco Malfoy might look like as a female. He remembered seeing her in class and wondering about her in the past, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name. He did remember it sounded a bit muggle and that many thought her to be muggleborn. "How could you help me and how do you know what my future might hold?"
"We are tied together Theo because we are both victims of that monster, but also we are also tied together by something else. Something that will light our path in the upcoming darkness," she whispered as she grabbed his shaky hand and placed it on her apparently flat stomach.
He gasped as he felt the kick even though he could not visibly see such movement, "You were the muggleborn that got away thanks to the Auror raid. You're the reason my father did what he did over winter break. Why should I believe that you would help me? You were responsible for him riding me nonstop to where I begged him to stop, which was something I haven't done in years. He continued to rant and rave about the blonde Mudblood who got away. He apparently wanted to keep you in the dungeons and continue to have his way with you. He continued to rant as he, as he, as he." He couldn't finish the whispered response without breaking down further. His O.W.L.s were quickly approaching and he couldn't fathom what his father had in store for him. He was sure that the bastard shared with the Dark Lord his tightness. He'd more than likely be subjected to multiple ridings as part of his initiation. "Please help me. I don't think I can hold on much longer."
"Of course, now follow me. I know exactly how this all can be remedied. We will just have to keep you hidden after you receive an examination from the school nurse." Her fingers ran down the side of his face filling him with a warm comfort he hadn't experienced since before his mother's death, "You know I could show you what it is like to be loved and have a family. You are related to my son after all and he will need a proper father."
"How can you ask that of me? Aren't you afraid that I will be just as bad as the beast that fathered me?" His voice broke as he whispered. His voice wasn't strong from all of the screaming he did on a daily basis since his mother's death. He was sure he had damaged his vocal cords at some point.
"No, I do not because you have more of your mother in you. She was a great witch who was forced to marry a monster twice her age by her parents. You will never be like him. I know because I can see your future," She smiled at him and that smile seemed to lift the weight from his shoulders. Something told him that she was the only way to his salvation. "Now come on, Nurse Pomfrey awaits us. You may have healed but diagnostic charms can still trace your healed wounds just like muggle doctors can find evidence of abuse in one's bones through X-rays."
He looked down at his hands as he followed her out of the library, "I never told anyone because I was ashamed of what he did to me. I felt weak because I could never stop him."
Her eyes narrowed, "That bastard raped me. Does it make me weak because I couldn't fend off a full grown, fully trained wizard, while he stole my innocence? He stole yours at a very young age, Theo. By the time you were large enough to fight back, he had you trained and believing that you were worthless."
He just nodded as he followed her into the hospital wing. He looked around making sure that no one else was occupying the room. He was relieved knowing it was Easter Break and that most students with families had gone home. The nurse looked at Lisa and then back at him, "How my I assist you Mr. Nott?"
Lisa spoke for him before he could stumble and mumble the words that refused to leave his mouth, "We already know the kind of wizard his father is from my previous experience. I wanted to know if you could run a historical diagnostic spell that starts with the date of his mother's death. Once you have the evidence that will likely appear, please call Madam Bones personally to investigate the abuse. I want that bastard behind bars and Theo's treatment in conjunction with my rape by him should be enough to get him sent to Azkaban."
The nurse pursed her lips as she directed Theodore to sit on the bed and waved her wand over him. A parchment appeared from thin air and seemed to be recording everything she found. By the end of the examination she was purple with fury, "That death eater will pay for everything he has done. I think he's deserving of the kiss from a dementor. I surely believe that Madam Bones will be suggesting that punishment. What he has done is far worse than murder; however, it wouldn't surprise me if he was capable of that as well."
Theodore nodded his light brown hair barely moving from the slowness of the nod. His eyes were clinched as he attempted to stop the tears from forming, and his already gravelly voice cracked as he spoke, "He managed to cover up what he could and bought off some corrupt HIT wizards from reporting the truth of her death. It was ruled an accident. The fact that she was pushed down those stairs and horribly cursed was left out of the report."
Madam Pomfrey's soulful eyes widened, "Did you witness her death Mr. Nott?"
A sob broke from his tight control, "She's the reason why I could see Terrestrials in Care of Magical Creatures. Sometimes the memory is so strong it will wake me from a dead sleep, as all of the grief rips through me, as if it occurred yesterday and not six years ago."
The nurse held her wand to his temple, "I want you to think about every detail of that night including those involved with the cover up. I would like to take a copy of your memory so that we may present that to Madam Bones as well. He will surely get kissed with that damning evidence."
He concentrated on one of the darkest memories from his childhood before his innocence was ripped from him. He continued to follow the memory through the investigation and witnessing the exchanging of money. He continued to what occurred to him that night after the investigators left with the body for burial. He included the act that ripped away his innocence at the ripe age of 9 years. He ended it when the pain ripped through him and after his father's confessions of murdering his wife because he knew she'd stop him from his right of dominating son.
He sighed as he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders along with the memory. He tried to clear his mind with the little amount of Occlumency he had been able to learn from books in the restricted section. He had to find a way to remove unwanted memories from his conscious mind after all. He had to organize and store away the worst of his abuse, however, it still bubbled up to the surface at the most inopportune times. While he moved through his meditation and clearing exercises, the diagnostic spell finished and the school nurse announced that she would be contacting Madam Bones right away.
A/N: Another idea that sprung from my subconscious this morning with a dream. I'm not sure where this will go, but it will more than likely be AU as Lisa is using her ability to change things after what happened to her. She more than likely will be providing information to Harry and Snape to prevent the Dark Lord from getting what he wants. I have many ideas right now, so I don't know when I will update what. I am usually motivated by reviews.