Disclaimer: See previous Stories…tired of writing these…

Disclaimer: See previous Stories…tired of writing these….This will be my only disclaimer for this story: I do not make profit from this fanfiction, as I am not the all powerful JK Rowling. This is a rewrite of a pitiful first attempt at fiction…be patient.

October 30, 1913

In the small village of Godrick's Hollow, there was a large parcel of land on the outskirts which no one would visit. It was a beautiful house, made entirely of what looked like white marble, with gleaming towers topped in oxidized copper. The house didn't seem to fit the village; it was just too grand. Then again, most people forgot that they had seen it after they turned away from it. The large palace had been constructed some time in the late nineteenth century in order to provide work for the suffering men in Ireland. The family that owned the house came from a very fortunate bloodline and had been blessed with both financial and political prosperity. The patriarch of the family, at that time, was William Benson, father to Elizabeth Benson, whom would marry Gregory Heinrich Potter III. Being an only child, the Benson Fortune combined with the Potter fortune and a dynasty was created.

For several decades the Potters flourished in all aspects of British society whether it be economic, social, or privately. There just seemed to have been something in that Benson blood that had revived the failing Potter clan. Were Gregory had been the last male in his family before he married Elizabeth, now he had eight grandchildren, seven of which were boys! He died a very happy man and chose to be buried in the crypt at the estate beside his beloved Elizabeth. The family greatly missed the guidance and support that they had grown accustomed to receiving from 'granddaddy Gregory,' and soon family tensions and arguments split the family.

The youngest three grandchildren were all of age and finished with their education when Grindwald was exiled to the care of family in England, and there were definite signs on the horizon of a dark insurrection brewing. Lillian, Jared, and George all agreed that the best course of action for the family would be to remain as neutral and out of the way as possible. However, the rest of the family disagreed. Over the course of the next year the three Potters pleaded and begged their families to secure their assets and find haven in the 'colonies,' but no one would listen. Lillian had been especially determined to leave, as she had seen a vision of the devastation that was to come, but her family would not listen to her. Poor, sweet Lillian was almost a squib.

You see, the Potter and Benson families were magical, and belonged to a society completely made of magical beings. Over the course of time, certain prejudices had been developed amongst these people, when a utopia should have thrived. Having a squib was almost the worst thing that a magical family could encounter. Social standing, and sometimes economic prominence, would fall if word ever spread of a defect in the genealogy of the Potter family. 'granddaddy' had been most displeased at the low power levels that Lillian had displayed, and as head of the family, he educated her at home with private tutors, sworn to secrecy. He provided for her the best education that the muggle and wizarding worlds had to offer. She learned the classics, modern science, mathematics, women skills, potions, spell crafting, and the culinary arts. Gregory was a deeply rooted traditionalist, but he believed that a Potter deserved the best no matter what. That is where Lillian's Trust came into play.

Being a conservative, and member of the Wizengamot, Gregory had clandestinely submitted documentation to the American government that Lillian was wishing to immigrate. He provided her with a healthy 10 million pounds in property and assets spread throughout the continental US, and a semi-annual allowance of 7 million pounds, which would be increased with inflation. His children would never know of the charity that he had provided to his granddaughter, simply for the fact that none of them held a political bone in their body, and couldn't keep their mouth shut. It was a Benson trait, gossip, but Gregory dealt with it the best that he could…he made his children incapable of speaking about her. It may seem harsh, but rumors abounded that the Malfoy girl hadn't produced magic yet, and that was why she 'drowned' in the duck pond.

Gregory would not have that stain on his conscious. He treated all of his grand-babies like royalty and made sure that their individual educations were suited perfectly to them. Lillian was the youngest of three children, and the child of his daughter Fiona Horton. Fiona was a good lass but, the good Lord give-eth, and He take-eth away. One reason why Lillian and her brothers were raised in the manor was because their father had died…and Fiona had become unhinged. Jared and George loved their sister dearly and tried their hardest to protect her.

They knew that Lillian was special…she could 'see' things that were going to happen, she could even specify the date and time. This came as both a shock and a relief to granddaddy Gregory. He knew that Lillian would be scorned and looked down upon in England, but he was relieved that he had already made preparations for her to live happily in America. There was only one catch: Her brothers wanted to go too. Gregory saw that the boys cared deeply for their sister and agreed to help them along in their quest to leave England behind. Lillian had already shared her warning about the coming war, and her grandfather believed her.

He secured citizenship for his three grandchildren in the CUSAM, and the three arrived in Virginia, just as war broke out in Europe. If only their family had listened. If only opinions were different.

Late 80's-Early 90's

The old house that stood for as the seat of the Potter family had suffered much through the course of its existence. First WWI had seen the need for the family to drop the wards preventing muggles from accessing the estate, and saw the house converted into a field hospital, and communal shelter. During WWII, the labyrinth of dungeons and tunnels provided allied military leaders with a haven to fight against the blitzkrieg that devastated London and other areas of the country. There had been damage to the towers and some of the structure as raids flew to London and randomly attacked whatever the bastards could spot. The white marble and copper roof didn't really stand a chance on clear nights when the enemy was sure to come. Then Voldemort came.

The house had never really recovered from the damage that had been inflicted upon it. Sure, new masonry was erected and towers were reconstructed, but the spirit, the essence of the house never recovered. The ward in the old house and new house, as the sections came to be called, never quite came completely together. It was this flaw in security that Albus Dumbledore would later use to pressure the Potters with.

Over the course of the last year, Voldemort had begun to step up his campaign and on one occasion launched an attack against the Potter residence in an effort to break the moral of the society at large. The Potter House had come to be a symbol of national pride for English Wizards. It represented the defiance of the English spirit and resilience of hope. Voldemort found one of the weak points in the wards, slaughtered the five guards that were patrolling the house, and personally assassinated the parents of 17 year old James Potter. It was this attack that Dumbledore used to pressure James into service with his Order, and marriage to Lily Evans.

James and Lily had fought in many engagements with the enemy, and had personally come to a draw with Voldemort on three separate occasions, each a year apart. They were a hardened team of hit wizards that were hard pressed to be bested…Albus had to get rid of them. The opportune moment presented itself when he was interviewing a Divination teacher for the school. She was a destitute descendant of Cassandra Trelawney, great-great, several greats, of the Cassandra of yore. When she went into a prophetic trance, Albus shut up. What the little shrew had just revealed derailed any plans that he had for Voldemort.

Albus was a dick, and surprisingly enough he liked it. He had surreptitiously guided young Tom Riddle down the path of darkness in order to cement his name in wizarding lore. "Merlin save us, Dumbledore guide us," was the phrase that Albus had coined in his head. He also like the phrase, "By Dumbledore's sagging…beard!" All of his fantasies had come to a screeching halt though when the bitch had spoken that blasted fucking prophesy to him. It seems that his inaction had forced magic to provide a solution to the problems he had created.

After altering her memories and leading her to the castle, Albus observed his thoughts in his pensieve. It was then when he discovered the two candidates for the role of hero. It would either be the Potter or Longbottom baby. "There's no way in Hell that I will allow that daft fuck Longbottom become the child of prophesy. That would be disastrous! Imagine a lowly peasant like Frank fathering the defeater of Voldemort…I won't have it. It will have to be the Potters." Dumbledore continued this line of thought early into the morning and finally had a plan worthy of his genius. He slept with a smile on his face, even though he knew he would be destroying the life of an innocent child. He dreamed of lollipops, and Speedos.

February 25, 1991

Inside Potter House tempers were fairing as Dumbledore discussed his plans with the James Potter.

"I don't give a damn what your spies have to say Albus! I will not subject my family to undue harm without justification. You have said that little Harry is a danger to Voldemort and an asset to the light, but you have yet to elaborate. I will not allow for my family to be placed in danger with this cockamamie scheme of yours." James Potter ranted as the fire in the hearth increased in size to absorb the excess magic flowing off of James.

"James, you have to listen to me! I know what is best at the moment as I am privy to some vital information Voldemort has killed for. I have already explained that I cannot disclose the contents of the prophesy as the information could inadvertently reach the ears of the Dark Lord." Albus calmly rehashed his argument to James for the umpteenth time. Inside Albus was seething. James was supposed to have bent to his will with no questions asked, but apparently Lily had been a bigger influence on James than was healthy. "You have to understand my boy, I am bound by certain oaths which prevent my disclosure of this information. All I can say is that Harry is vital to the success of the light's campaign against Voldemort."

"Albus I had fertilized my gardens with less potent shit than that! I work in the DoM, and have access to every prophesy ever recorded in the British Isles since our Ministry was founded and I have yet to see what prophesy involves my son. Don't give me that bureaucratic bullshit Albus, as the head of the Wizengamot you are exempted from your oaths, a measure you drafted and passed! Either give me the exact contents of this 'prophesy' you seem to worship, or get out of my House. I refuse to listen to you any longer. I will not needlessly endanger my family." James finished his rant and threw the door of the parlor open, indicating Albus should go.

Dumbledore silently raged and boiled in his mind but did not allow any external indications show. He bowed to the master of the house as he got up to leave, but as he was passing James he stopped. "Please James…I implore you. Think of your family. This house cannot be trusted!"

"I am thinking of my family Dumbledore, now leave before I enact the new security measures," a resolute James Potter said in a face which could have been etched from stone. Distrust and anger marred every inch of the normally calm and sedate visage of James Potter. He was upset and angered at the level disrespect that Dumbledore had shown him today, and the level of stupidity he believed James to be at. "I do it all for my family. Harry will not be endangered."

As one of the house's animated stone griffins escorted Dumbledore to the gates, he decided that plan B would have to be implemented.

March 1, 1991

Inside the Malfoy estate; the secret room under the parlor.

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy met in the one place that shielded people completely against any form of detection. The room was rather sparse, in the eyes of a Malfoy, but for Severus the accommodations were grand. Traveling through one of the barely lit hallways, Severus was guided to a rather comfortable sitting room where he and Lucius could speak freely…and away from prying ears.

"What is so important that you had to drag me away from dinner with my family Severus? You know that I want to spend as much time with Draco as possible." Lucius was very conscious of his own mortality, and of the consequences of his role in the army of the Dark Lord.

"I have vital information that needs to be passed on to the master, but I want you to be the one which passes it to him." Severus replied as Lucius handed him a glass of whisky.

"Why do you need me to pass it on? Surely you aren't afraid of requesting an audience with the master? I speak with him several times a day. After all, he is in my house. However, you are a friend and I will do whatever I must if you believe this information to be so vital to the cause. What is it old friend?"

Severus didn't know how to begin. "I have been able to gather certain information about a weapon that Dumbledore has hidden until recently. Now, the weapon is not physical, so much as it is information which deals with the Dark Lord's demise." Severus paused and saw that Lucius was confused. "Apparently a prophesy was made some time in the late 80's detailing the coming of a "savior" which would have "power the dark lord knows not," be born "as the seventh month dies" to parents whom had "thrice defied him." As you well know I am no friend of either James or Lily Potter, but I have seen Dumbledore conversing with Potter on several occasions about something which angered James. Just this last month, I heard a rumor that James had broken ties with Dumbledore and refused to follow the lead of the man. He, James, resigned his commission and has since taken his seat on the Wizengamot and is trying his damnedest to destabilize Dumbledore's support base." Severus finished and waited for his friend.

"My father said something the other day about a number of bills that had been submitted by a Potter that looked 'rather promising,' but I didn't understand him at the time. Are you suggesting that the Potter boy is the one that this prophesy spoke of? Severus, I don't put much stock in divination, and I don't know about the master. Do you have any proof of your claim?" Lucius knew very well the consequences of failure. If this information was incorrect it would be considered a very severe failure by the Dark Lord. Lucius held no desire to anger his master…ever again.

"I have a memory contained in this vial of a witness whom overheard Dumbledore discussing a prophesy with one of the Prewitt boys. The source is of no concern, as he doesn't even remember his day now. Memory modification can do wonders if you are skilled enough…eh Lucius?" Severus handed over the vial and Lucius reviewed the memory that played out for him. Inside his mind a portion of the prophesy stuck out: "The one with the power to defeat the dark lord shall be born as the seventh month dies. Born to parents which have thrice defied him he shall have great powers, and the dark lord shall be overwhelmed. Born to the light he shall destroy all darkness, and restore balance to magic. Before the first year of this decade has passed, as savior shall be born to rid the world of the Death Flight."

"I will have this given to the master immediately," and with that parting comment Lucius departed the company of Severus to share with his master all that he had learned. After Severus had made sure Lucius was gone, his image began to distort and warp until Albus Dumbledore remained where Severus Snape had once stood.

"You should have listened to me James…you should have followed the plan and the pain could have been avoided." On that thought, Dumbledore port-keyed out.

The consequences of that night were very apparent. Once Voldemort had verified that the information wasn't tainted and indeed true, a raiding party was sent to the Potter House to retrieve the Potter boy, and bring him before the dark lord. Of the 15 Death Eaters which began assaulting the wards of Potter house, only three made it into the house before they were killed. Needless to say, an even larger hole had formed in the wards, and Lily was scared beyond reconciliation. Death Eaters had penetrated the halls of Potter House and Lily would never again trust the defenses that the house provided.

After three weeks of ranting, raving, and sleepless nights on the sofa, James relented and began to formulate his own plan. Lily wanted to trust Dumbledore exclusively, but she was muggleborn. Her opinion of Dumbledore was limited to only what she had seen of him in school. James knew the whole history of the Dumbledore Family, and as many of his cousins had mysteriously vanished while investigating Albus, James knew to be cautious. He did the only thing that he could think of doing. He made arrangements to leave the country, but Lily would have none of that. She didn't care that James had family in the States that would welcome them with open arms, she was British and that was how she would stay. Damn his opinions and damn his attempt to besmirch Harry's English heritage.

A compromise was eventually reached with Lily. James would secure temporary housing in the village until the family could make plans to go on an extended vacation to Dixie. To placate his wife, James allowed Dumbledore to cast a Fidelius Charm on the cottage that he had leased, and chose Peter as their secret keeper.

When Dumbledore had finished casting the spell he got fucked up on every alcohol his brother didn't remember he still had. Dumbledore was one step closer to his goal, now all he had to do was coax young Peter into the role he was destined to play.

April 8, 1991

Dearest Abigail,

I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to convince my wife to come and visit you so far. Don't fret though; I have put my foot down and on the 20th we will set sail on a seven day muggle cruise and slip into Mobile and meet you a day later. I most graciously accept the invitation to visit cousin Lillian and cousin Jared. I was shocked to hear that George had been killed, but from what I understand of the situation his job made him a likely target for the Yankees.

Tell Lillian that I will be more than happy to bring along the items she requested. I honestly can't say why she never received them years ago. You were right in sighting prejudices and laws prohibiting these kind of things, but I never quite agreed with my parent son everything. I firmly believe that our society is at risk to the muggles, but I am a bit more progressive than my parents. I did marry a muggleborn after all. Lately, I am beginning to regret that decision. Lily has no respect whatsoever for our customs and traditions. After I assumed my position on the Wizengamot and began to deal with the threat that our former Headmaster presented, she raged at me for days. I was just trying to protect the family!

If your grandmother knows half of what I think she knows, she can tell you horror stories about the 'Great Albus Dumbledore.' I am not quite familiar with the politics of the Americas. I know that our great-grandfather arranged a marriage between Elizabeth and your grandfather, but was he a democrat or a republican? I was planning on bringing the traditional family gift, monogrammed towels, and thought that instead of your family shield I would do something a little more amusing. Does that sound like a good gift? You know us men, confused with anything fashionable, except for cousin Andrew; no one talks about him though.

Let me know if there are any other items that Elizabeth needs; I'll be sure to send them by priority owl.

Yours,

James Heinrich Potter II

April 12, 1991

Dear James,

I look forward to greeting you in Mobile. It is such a wonderful and exciting city. The city is one of the oldest in North America, and has some very posh wizarding districts. I recommend that you take young Harry to visit the Chuck-E-Cheese though. Most kids his age would go nuts there and you an Lily can enjoy watching him have fun. Granny Lil' used to take us there when we would come to see the Mardi Gras party. That is a story for another day though. Oh James we have so much to catch up on! I can't believe that we will be seeing each other for the first time in almost 20 years.

I didn't know that they named you after great granddaddy George. My brother thinks it's cool. I guess German names fascinate the minds of young teens eh? I was hoping that you would elaborate on those papers you mentioned in your second letter. Your last letter was completely devoid of any mention, but I did find out that the family lawyers are still in practice. They moved from Birmingham to Montgomery. That's why you were having trouble finding them. Strom added his cousin to the letter head and that may be why the floo was confused.

Anyway, those Norwegian cruises are supposed to be top notch! I hope you were finally able to subdue Lily's temper. I don't know what to tell you. Maybe uncle Jared can help you. He is the head of the family over here, even if granny does tell him what to do most of the time. I wish you could have seen some of the things that I saw when we were growing up. At family reunions my brothers and I would get a kick out of seeing our grandmother bossing our great uncles around like they were about to cause a catastrophe, but they never once ruined the potato salad.

I can't say that I understand what you are going through as I have yet to marry, but as I recall the divorce laws of England pretty much rely on your wishes and ignore Lily's…right? Do what's best for Harry James. This Dumbledore fellow smells like a Yankee to me. He'll use any weakness he can exploit. I suggest you cut him off at the pass. And if you did let him cast those wards he was mentioning, I would suggest you have a professional check them out. You can't trust a Yankee and you can't trust him.

That particular charm is outlawed in almost every state of the CUSAM, because of it's major flaw. People may be inherently good, but can you really trust the people of England right now, especially people that dip-shit of a Yankee recommended to you? I may not be English, and I may not know what your country is going through right now, But damn! You are family and the entire American Branch of the family would rise as one to slay your enemies if you ever called on us to do so. It's different over hear James. Because of the Yankee threat our schools teach us magic that only those communist pigs could come close to matching in ferocity. I hold several degrees in many diverse areas. For years we have been on the verge of war with those bastards because they keep attempting to cross our ward lines. Division Six has been working around the clock to destabilize the CUSAM, but we are stronger than that.

I got off topic a little didn't I? Anyway I look foreword to seeing ya'll on the 28th. Oh yeah, granny says she wants to thank you in person, those objects were very special for her. Your grandfather fell out of touch with granny over the years, and she was happy to finally be able to show us what he looked like. His portrait cried for nearly 30 minutes when he saw how she had aged. It hit them both pretty hard.

Have fun for a change!

Abigail Vanquest

April 21,1998

Fun and Sun Recommended for Everyone!

By Rita Skeeter

Chief Political Correspondent.

In a surprising turn of events James Potter, Majority Leader for the Wizengamot, allowed for a brief interview to take place between staff writer Rita Skeeter and himself on the evening of the 19th. Why this came as a surprise was because previously the only times that the Conservative would give an interview was when legislation was at stake. In the past Lord Potter has made it abundantly clear that his personal life was not something to be 'paraded before the general public. I respect my constituency too much to worry them with my problems.'

Even though there have been continued attacks by the fearsome Lord Voldemort, Lord Potter recommends that everyone should find time to celebrate life with their family and friends. It was at this point in the interview that Lord Potter revealed that he and his family would be taking an extended vacation to the CUSAM until early October when the Wizengamot was scheduled to begin another session. Readers need to keep in mind that the Wizengamot will only meet during the months of April-September if the Minister calls a special session or the Lord Chamberlain, Lord Potter, calls for a quorum to discuss emergency business. As Lord Potter is going to be out of the country for six months, I doubt that our leaders will have to worry too much about that.

Lord Potter says that he has not been spending adequate time with his family and he plans on reuniting with a distant branch of the family in the Americas while his family toured the famous Confederated Union of Southern American Mages. As some of my readers are no doubt wondering, "Why is Lord Potter taking a vacation during this time of war?" Albus Dumbledore, Chief Mugwump for the house of Commons, had this to say about the unknown departure of the Potter family. "I was not aware that His Grace planned on leaving the Isles anytime soon. He is a prime target for insurgent groups because of his stance on the issue of muggleborn rights. There are unconfirmed reports that Lord Voldemort plans for his demise because of the threat that he and Lady Potter represent to his, Voldemort's, campaign. I also fin it foolish that the Lord Chamberlain failed to continue the session long enough to force a vote on a number of bills that I sponsored before the Wizengamot. I urge people to contact Lord Potter and encourage him to call an emergency session of the Wizengamot."

I would urge my readers to consider is this: with Lord Potter taking an excursion out of the country, he is providing us with an example. Through his actions he is saying that we should not allow the fear of these terrorists to disrupt our normal lives. Live freely people of Britain, and remember to turn every 30 minutes or else you'll burn.

Dumbledore threw today's paper in the fire. Yesterday's article had painted him in a very bad light, and the opinion section held at least a dozen letters wondering why he hadn't demonstrated 'such bravery in these dark times.' It was all a load of tosh as far as Dumbledore was concerned. James was young, but he played the games of politics well. Dumbledore summoned Snape to his chambers and instructed him to go after Pettigrew and 'coerce' him into joining the dark lord. Severus agreed and presumably went to ask the dark lord for additional forces to capture Peter.

Yes, the game is afoot. By the time they return Voldemort will be waiting on them, Harry will be attacked, and Voldemort will die. Life is good. Dumbledore laughed and popped another lemon drop into his mouth; Fawkes was nowhere to be seen.

In the small town of Pleasant Valley Virginia, resides a famous family. This family has basically run the town for the last several generations, but the townspeople didn't care. The family was unique in that there was some unidentifiable energy about them. No matter which member of the family was described one of the describing factors would undoubtedly be, 'They electrify the room.' The family had an odd previously unknown name, but the townsfolk had come to embrace the name and the wonderful people that it represented. Lillian Genevieve Potter-Vanquest was the matriarch of this famous family.

Little was known about Lillian, or how she became the first female mayor in Virginia, but the people were grateful of the changes that Mrs. V. had made. She had immigrated to America at the start of the First World War and had settled into a large estate on the very edges of town with two of her brothers. It was in the middle of the war when the town's mayor was drafted and sent to the trenches. Mrs. V. had organized several different organizations for the town, and helped to occupy the minds of the distraught mothers and wives by giving them a 'hobby' that could help with the war effort. To the people of Pleasant Valley she was a shining example of English Aristocracy, and the town council appointed her as the 'Community Outreach Administrator.' She held the position for five years; then she was elected mayor after the nineteenth amendment was passed.

One of her first major acts as mayor, that the people endeared her for, was that she commissioned a new City Hall for the people of Pleasant Valley, but the people were not expecting what was proposed. Her brother's were apparently skilled architects and the design was something most people couldn't comprehend. It was a mammoth structure the likes of which the people had never seen before. By the time construction began the war was over, and the project was financed through a trust of over 200,000 that Mrs. V. personally donated, along with a few state funds. The building was nine stories tall, was perfectly round, and had a two story glass pyramid on top. The people of Pleasant Valley didn't know how such a building could be built, but the Vanquest Brother's Architectural Firm pulled of the innovative feat. In a little under two years, the steel-reinforced concrete 'apple' was completed and the town celebrated by having a grand block party. The Lillian Vanquest Administrative Building opened to the envy of the entire state on June 17, 1920. Many of the 3,500 citizens of Pleasant Valley had never before seen electricity, indoor plumbing, or an elevator…but this building had it all! It was also the first time that many citizens experienced any type of air conditioning. The building was designed to 'breath' through several vents that were strategically placed by the Vanquest brothers.

A series of fans drew all of the hot air from the base of the building, to the top of the building, and another series of fans brought cool air up from the basement levels which were 65 degrees year round. It was like magic! State engineers couldn't figure out how such good circulation of air was possible in a building of this size. The Vanquest Brothers patented their designs and quietly they started to build an empire in the Southeastern US. By the time Lillian was to be reelected the population had skyrocketed to almost 8,000 people, which introduced many new problems into the mix. Three critical facilities had to be built in order for the town to continue to prosper. The first to come was Pleasant Valley Central School, which was located down on the same block as the Lillian Building, and it was created larger than need be to accommodate future expansion. The school could 'theoretically' house up to 2,500 students but most of the citizens were too concerned about their tobacco crops to worry about education.

The second major project that faced the populous was a prison complex/Police Headquarters. The city council called an emergency meeting and requested that all town members show up. Record Numbers attended. Many people had thought the design of the Lillian building was too large, but after almost all of the citizens had gathered in the Council Debate Chambers there were still hundreds of empty seats. Many would say that the room had expanded and continued to over the years, but that couldn't have been possible. The town council called the meeting to order and presented to the public evidence for a large prison capable of housing at least 2,000 inmates, and a Police Headquarters capable of housing at least 500 uniformed officers. The council proposed a 2 cent tax on every pound of tobacco along with a .005 cent sales tax city wide. There were roughly 2,000 farms in the bounds of the city, some large some small, but all produced the Virginia cash crop. Mrs. V's farm was by far the largest at 3,000 acres. These measures would be hitting her the hardest. The council showed how in the first year alone, close to 200,000 would be raised. After five years the project would be paid off with a surplus of over 480,000. The people were a little apprehensive of taking a loan against the town until they found that Mrs. V. would be providing the money with no interest, so long as the people agreed to leave the taxes in place for a minimum of 10 years after completion of the needed facilities.

When Mrs. V. pointed out that city would become one of the richest in the state, and taxes could then be lowered after the city secured enough gold to ensure its budget, people were excited. They would bite the bullet now so that a better tomorrow would be possible. The other immediate concern the mayor pointed out was that with an influx of so many people, and more likely to come, the city needed a hospital to ensure the health of the citizens. Lillian had made a request of her Uncle Albert, the head of the Potter family in Europe. She asked that the Potter family donate needed funds to build a state of the art medical facility which could also serve as a School of Medicine. A reluctant Uncle Albert agreed, but pointed out that other then the stipend, she was to have no involvement in the family, but he wished her well and was surprised at her accomplishments.

The Potter School of Medicine opened and was fully staffed by the end of 1928. The people would come to praise God for Lillian's foresight in economic affairs. By Black Tuesday, Lillian's tax system had been in place for eleven years, and backed up with gold. It was after the depression hit that Lillian gained state, and national attention for her leadership skills and general knowledge. The year that Hoover was voted out of the White House, Lillian was voted into the state house. She became the first Female Senator in the history of Virginia. Her leadership and political savvy led to the development of laws and tax codes that would help the state to recover from the grip of the Great Depression. She knew that there was another war looming on the horizon, and she was able to use her position in the Senate to turn a portion of her town, and surrounding cities, into an industrial paradise. By the time World War II came to the United States, Lillian had already instituted all of the needed mechanisms to take the state to war. When her Senate term expired, during the middle of the war, she lost her seat to a man. 'War is not the business of Lady's Madame! Go back to your city and build a bakery.' The man that had spoken that to Lillian in front of the entire Senate was found dead three weeks later; he was floating in the James River. The governor had to appoint his son to finish out his term.

After the war Lillian served another term as mayor before stepping aside and letting her brother Jared helm the city. She retired to the huge mansion and oversaw her estate until a very special man came into her life. Like most people of magical decent, Lillian and her brothers had only just began to look older than 20. Throughout her service to her townspeople, one thing that they admired her for was her beauty. It came as a complete shock to the people of town that Lillian had decided to take a husband at 45.

Lillian and her brothers had sought out the magical society that was rampant in the south in the first years of their immigration. When Lillian had turned 35 she met a young man in the CUSAM General Assembly by the name of John William Vanquest, also of Virginia. He and Lillian occasionally dated, but they didn't marry until Lillian was through with the Senate, which is quite funny. The same year that Lillian was ousted, John was elected Speaker General of the Assembly, and held a position similar in power to the Secretary General of the CUSAM. Three years into John's six year term, Lillian gave birth to a daughter, Abigail Elizabeth Vanquest, in honor of both her grandmothers.

Over the course of the next 30-odd-years The Vanquest family, along with new branches of the Potter's thanks to George and Jared, began to slowly take control of positions vital to the Virginal Assembly of Magic and select committees in the CUSAM General Assembly.

James didn't know the details of his long lost aunt and uncles, but he knew that they would be able to provide help to him. They had too…they were family.

Author's notes:

Chapter was a little longer than I expected, and waaaaaayyyyy different from the original. Let me know it is better or worse. Disregard, unedited chapters as the details and plot differences will make your head rotate and projectile vomit.

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-EV