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Enchantress – Theo Edition

I originally wrote and completed this in 2012 and posted it on . A newer edition was put up in 2014. That version is available on my wattpad account under the name Clinquant.

I have always been unhappy with the pairing I chose for this story. It was one of the last Dramione's I wrote before getting writers block that lasted six years! I do intend to rewrite the original into something that doesn't make me cringe but, in the meantime, I have written a slightly different version where the pairing will be Hermione/Theo.

With all the rewrites I've been doing of old work, I'm hoping it will spark my creative juices once more and that I'll be able to return to writing Harry Potter fiction in the future. If you stay for the story, I hope you enjoy it ~ Hannah

Updates will be every Monday.

Synopsis: The Ancient Houses of the Wizarding World were known for many things, but their core purpose was something that was kept hidden from the outside world. They have been bound by an oath that is as old as Merlin himself. There are certain points in time when a supremely powerful Witch is born, born to the magic of Morgana. These Witches as seen as good omens and the light to banish the darkness. They come as a balancer in times of hardship or war, when the Wizarding World is struggling. Their powerful prowess is both feared and awed. There hasn't been an Enchantress in centuries, so when a new one appears, who will she chose and what will she do?

Chapter One – The Beginning

Sirius Black is Back!

Witnesses this morning witnessed an explosion surrounding the veil of death – kept deep within the Ministry of Magic. Though the veil itself remained unharmed, the same cannot be said for the amount of rubble and smoke that littered the hall. The noise started early in the morning and began to increase in volume as the hours past. Unspeakables and Ministry Officials charged into the room after being alerted, poised and ready with wands to face the oncoming danger.

Eye witnesses state that as the explosion ended, and the smoke cleared, the image of a man staggering forward came into view. Officials raised their wands ready to attack as no one has ever returned from the veil before – though there have been many studies into the resurrection of those trapped within the veil. The staggering man seemed disorientated and also had his wand out as if to fight. As the smoke cleared, witnesses gasped at the man before them, while in return he gazed back confused and dazed.

Sirius Black, known for being falsely imprisoned and for escaping from Azkaban, was pushed into the veil six years earlier by Bellatrix Lestrange (nee Black), during the battle at the Ministry. It is said that his Godson Harry Potter mourned the loss of his Godfather greatly. Lord Black appeared unchanged from his time in the veil, appearing such as he was six years ago.

As no threat was presented, Lord Black was taken to St. Mungo's for testing and to be questioned by Ministry Officials. The question remains, how did he manage to escape the veil? Why was he the only one to return? And how will Harry Potter take the news of his return?

A Great Golden Wedding

As the wedding of Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley approaches, who will be lucky enough to find themselves invited to the wedding of the century. Miss Granger was seen in Diagon Alley last week looking quite dishevelled and tired, leading people to wonder if Mr Weasley had been keeping her up late at night! Will Sirius Black's return impact the wedding in any way?

For more information, turn to page 6.

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The length and breath of the country were standing up and taking note of the was recorded in The Daily Prophet. For many people, Hermione Granger had always caused a stir wherever she was and whatever she was doing. There were many people that held Hermione Granger in higher regard than Harry Potter, for it was Hermione who had planned, organised and kept the Golden Boy safe in all the years he was being stalked by Voldemort.

There were five men in particular who had been watching Hermione and waiting for something to happen. Something only they understood as the calling they heard got ever closer. Their magic had never steered them wrong before but only time would tell if they were being pulled in the right direction.

Lord Malfoy looked up from his morning addition of The Daily Prophet, the news that Sirius Black was back was indeed interesting and it meant that the five Lords of old could finally meet for the first time since their grandparents were around.

Since the end of the war and Voldemort's demise, Lord Malfoy had had time to reevaluate his morals and beliefs. He'd joined Voldemort because he didn't believe in the growing number of muggleborns entering the Wizarding World who completely disregarded the traditions of old and were unwilling to learn about the Wizarding World and all that it stood for. The first war with Voldemort had been such a difficult time and Lord Malfoy had believed that joining forces would have kept his family safe. It didn't take him long to realise that he'd joined the wrong side but by then he was in too deep and couldn't get out.

Lord Malfoy had since struggled with the guilt and the pain of his past actions but he as least, had turned from the darkness and chosen the right path in the end. He had served his time, a minimum of three years in Azkaban and thanked his stars that Narcissa's actions during the Battle of Hogwarts and his sons own changing behaviour had reduced his sentencing. He had spent the next three years following his time in Azkaban re-establishing his name into something worthier of his family magic.

There were people still who would look down at his family or try to shun them but for the most part the past had been left forgotten. It had been decided after all, that it wasn't illegal to wear the dark mark because the majority of those marked had been branded without consent or by force. There was of course a strict testing scheme laid out by the Department of Mysteries where those marked had been told to come forward and be assessed (those who hadn't had a trial) where their magic was put through strenuous tests to determine whether they deserved to be branded and therefore deserved prison or whether the branding was unwelcome and had trapped them into acting in a way they hated. It was a complicated solution to finding out who was evil to the core, who was bad and needed punishment, who was grey and stood with a foot in each camp and who was as good as gold.

Still, it worked.

Every person who had carried the dark mark had been given a trial, whether the trial was before or after the Department of Mysteries test depended on how violent, crazy or calm the Wizard or Witch was. There were many more like Lord Malfoy who had paid their dues and were now making their way in the new Wizarding world while others were still in Azkaban or the newly erected prison that took much of its influence from high security muggle prisons.

There had, Lord Malfoy mused, been a lot of changes since the war and the Lord Malfoy of 1981 would have been scared shitless of them, confirming his fears that muggles had no respect. Older and wiser, Lord Malfoy could appreciate the changes that were now coming into the world but conceded that more effort needed to be taken to merge the two worlds together to positively affect everyone as well as strengthen the Statue of Secrecy.

Lord Malfoy mused that they had, as leaders of the five most Ancient and Noble houses, ignored the blood oath their ancestors had taken and the gifts the goddess had given them for too long. They had ignored the ways of Mother Earth and Lord Malfoy didn't know how long she would last unattended before she lashed out at those honour bound to protect and serve. Lord Malfoy vowed to wait a few days before addressing Lord Black formally with a written letter and a case of Ogden's finest. Hopefully Lord Black would have enough sense to read the letter with a clear and open mind and not jump straight in with accusations of a time long past.

Besides, they had much to discuss. The Granger-Weasley wedding was enough to cause Lord Malfoy to smirk in distain. An upstanding smart witch like Miss Granger would have little benefit in marrying the Weasley child. The youngest male had very little brain cells to rub together. It was true that he'd played a spectacular game of chess in their first year but his achievements after that were hardly worth mentioning. No, Miss Granger would gain nothing but an eternity of boredom from marrying the youngest Weasley boy. She should marry someone befitting her station as a war hero and someone to match the brightest witch of the age title. Lord Malfoy smirked, he was fully aware that had he had these thoughts seven or eight years ago he might have thought he was going mad!

He was bought out of his musings by an elf popping in to say that his guest had arrived. Moving from his comfortable armchair, he walked towards the greeting room with a mind full of possibilities and ventures.

Lord Theo Nott stood tall and regal as Lord Malfoy though all Lords should stand. Lord Nott was the darkness that complimented Lord Malfoy and they had been friends since school.

"Lord Nott," Lord Malfoy said formally.

"Lord Malfoy," replied Nott.

Formality out of the way, Lord Malfoy gestured to the chairs and Lord Nott sat, with Lord Malfoy following soon after.

"Do you feel the calling?"

"I do, it is getting stronger every day," replied Lord Malfoy.

"I feel as if we have been hoodwinked into not seeing who it is."

"Morgana's magic plays many games, if she has hoodwinked us it would not be without reason."

"I am surprised we still feel the calling, we have been neglecting in our oaths and our care. We do not deserve to carry the mantle now."

"Yet we have been given a second chance and I know I will do whatever Morgana's chosen asks of me."

"As will I."

"Do you have any idea of who the chosen one is?"

"I do, as I'm sure you do as well but only time will tell if we are both right. I suppose we shall have to call a meeting of the five Lords."

"As long as we stand united, all will be well."

"United we stand, together we fall."

"Until the end," said Lord Malfoy.

"Until the end," Lord Nott repeated.