Harry Potter and his universe belong in body and soul to J. Rowling. This plot and some characters are mine.
This story is written in spanish, so this is a simple translation. I had this in my old files from years ago. I'm recycling.
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The Unwritten History of Magic
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Scotland. Near the year 1000 A.C. The Scots were in between wars and battles. King Indulf had captured Eden, the future Edinburgh. The military campaigns were failing and many lands were lost in their midst.
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4 magical families and lords of great lands - The LandLords - feared the fate of their people in these battles, where there was no tolerance for their people. They decided to donate a part of their lands - that adjoined the others, so that a school for children magicians was formed, save from the persecution.
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From each family, a representative came to form the school. They were two men; Masters Gryffindor and Slytherin; and two women, Mistress Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. But they were not the owners of the school. The 4 families were.
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Over the years, the English Magic Ministry took control of the school, but never owned it.
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Unexpected Situations, the Alexa P.O.V.
"I just knew. He was dead. Never again would I have to live in fear, hiding from him, from his unfortunate teacher and from his dark circle".
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"So I decided to leave. I called my grandmother, I took a taxi and took my three children, a bag with the necessary things and went to her home".
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"My grandfather - paternal, as she was maternal - was there, waiting for us. My grandmother had called him. Together we entered the Victorian house that had been the White's home from the times of LandLady Honoria White".
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"My grandmother had one room ready for my children. And when I say ready, I mean that I knew that my grandparents had traded certain favors to protect her house, and us with it. It had delayed, but finally it was ready to be inhabited by me and my children, the ones that really had to be protected".
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"But I have to start from a little behind. Two years ago, I fell into the seduction game of a man who later I knew was a stallion (so I called the pureblood magicians that want to have a lot of pureblood babies) of a very dark story. His name was Octavio Lessage, the illegitimate and only son of the last of the Gaunt, Morfin (last descendants of Slytherin, yes the very same of the school) and Julia Dolohov, who; been pregnant, hid, feigned a marriage and widowhood and reappeared, as if nothing, with Octavio".
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"Well, she wanted a child of the best blood and attracted Morfin Gaunt, already unbalanced, who not only left her with a baby but also did not marry her even when she learned that the Gaunt estate was a hut in ruins, and said that did not matter to her".
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"Julia later married Fudge, I do not remember his name, to whom she sold her honorable widowhood from a lost Lessage and her poor son without a father. They was still married when all this happened".
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Well, Octavio played with me and I was too stupid to believe him, like his father did before, he left me expecting a child. What he did not know about me was that I come from two purebred magic squib lines. My triplets - two girls, Aurora and Aquitaine and one child, Alexander - are very special. I do not know if they are magicians, but muggles they are not. They were not and they will not be.
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Octavio and his mother Julia Fudge joined the Lord Cuac (Voldemort or Voldypants as I called it) for a stupidity, really. Julia told the truth to her son and together they looked for their cousin (yes, Voldemort is cousin of Octavio for the dead sister of Morfin, Merope) to have a position. Octavio was the real heir of Slytherin because his father, Morfin, was for forever in Azkaban. That did not sit well with Lord Cuac, but I guess he held it until the last.
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Therefore, my children are in that bloodline and lineage. My son, especially, is the heir by blood of his father, as he is because of his father, Morfin.
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My grandparents (maternal grandmother and paternal grandfather) organized everything to hide me. And here I was until what happened last night.
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I just felt it. Octavio had died, almost at the same time as the others.
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The magical newspaper explained everything in the morning. Voldypants had evaporated, in a magical act, when confronting a baby named Harry Potter ... Potter is the last name of Aunt Dorea's husband, right? Granddaddy's sister. Therefore, that baby is my cousin. On another sheet it was announced that in a raid, both aurors Longbottom (also our relatives?) Had killed 4 Death Eaters, among them Octavio. It was the end of them. I hope so.
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"Elo," I whispered, looking up from the newspaper, "Elo, your sister's grandson was orphaned last night... could we do something for him?"
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"I do not know, my dear, I do not know, our worlds are so different... He must have others to take care of him .. I am old... And you, my dear, have 3 children to feed..." He sighed, "but something can be done if nothing is done, it would be good to do something for that child."
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The world turned on its head again, like an hourglass. All accused everyone of being accomplices, death eaters and spies. The grandson of my granddad's cousin, the Black Heir, Sirius, was thrown into Azkaban without trial. Julia Dolohov - repudiated by her husband, the flaming minister Fudge - was brought to trial and sent to Azkaban for life. The funny and ridiculous thing is that his ex-husband claimed the title of Lord Consort Gaunt and his new wife represented him in the Wizengamot.
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My granddad was watching me. I knew that sooner or later I would be ready to imbue myself in that world and begin to remove mud. I had the weapons and the tools, I just needed the army.
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The first capitulation came in the form of a formal letter from Gringotts. An invitation or something. My Ela organized everything to keep the triplets bussy. A shiny black car came to pick me up on the morning of January 1st. Trained in courtly etiquette and the magical world I entered the doors of the most secret institution of both worlds.
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The previous introduction to Hogwarts is taken from the history of Scotland in the Middle Ages, it is true as far as I know.
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What do you think ?
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