Title: Of Bonds and Blood
Pairing: Draco/Caroline; hints of Caroline/Viktor (because he's admirably attractive)
Rating: T for now
Warnings: Language
Note: My computer decided to pull a prank on me and wipe my desktop clean of everything…including two chapters for "It's a Wonderful Life" that I had so successfully completed. So until I can get all that rewritten I decided to begin writing some Caroline crossover fics. Sorry in advance for any OOCness or inconsistencies with the intertwining of plot that I've written and that of J.K. Rowling. This is my first attempt at writing Harry Potter.
Important Note: I pictured the character Honoria Forbes as a young Elizabeth Montgomery. And I wanted Katerina to have a bit of a Bulgarian accent, much like Viktor Krum, with a splash of French undertones.
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"I know who you are." The high, icy voice hissed.
Honoria Forbes's eyes followed the lucrative movements of the cloaked figure, wand wielded in his hand, directing it at her accusingly. "You filthy…Veela."
The young woman sneered at the man, turning her chin to him from where she kneeled. A trail of blood running down the left side of her temple from when he'd rammed her cranium into the kitchen counter. With all the strength she could muster she pushed herself up from the cold tile of the floor.
"Why are you here?" Honoria breathed out harshly. Her blond curls were stained crimson—wound seeping the elixir that gave her life. "What do you seek Grindelwald?"
"You know what I am here for," Gellert hissed, eyes darkening. The space between them closing as he neared. "Where is it? Give it to me!"
"I would rather die," The Veela bellowed staring back at him defiantly. The Dark Wizard poised his wand.
"Crucio!" A bolt of red light sparked from its tip as a sudden, crippling pain shot throughout her body. She fell to the ground, body writhing—an intense wave of fire searing into her flesh.
"Tell me where it is," He ordered more callously, readied to perform the Cruciatus Curse again if need be. Honoria stared at him through blue orbs, nose flaring as he now hovered over her shaky frame, "and you shall be rewarded."
Her gaze drifted down to her hands tinged with her own blood—vision blurring slightly from the excruciating pain she'd endured upon his arrival. Elizabeth was safe…which meant what he sought after was safely free from his grasp. Her child would survive whatever terror was doomed to befall her. Gellert did not know of her…of the powerful blood that ran through her veins; both of Veela and of Him.
"No reward will be greater than your death," Honoria sneered, spitting at his feet in displeasure.
He raised his wand. "Crucio!"
Honoria's arms collapsed beneath the sudden pressure of the spell. Her body convulsing as an eerie shriek escaped her lips. Her face contorted into a cruel-beaked bird; scaly wings forming over the skin of her bare shoulders, the angered Veela in her fighting for survival. The wizard kneeled before her, pulling the hood of his cloak back, revealing his weathered features. Eyes darkened by an unspeakable evil. The woman craned her head to scowl at him, teeth clenched in a mixture of anger and pain; a fire burning in her eyes as she stared back at him.
"I…will not…" She snarled, refusing to flinch as he grabbed a hand of her hair, yanking on it forcefully.
"Then you will die!" Grindelwald breathed lowly, releasing the firm hold he had over her discolored locks. He took a step away from the woman, pointing his wand down at her. "Avada Kedavra!"
1994
Caroline shot up in her cot, her scream piercing the night. A hand drifted to her neck and she curled her fingers around the familiar cool silver of the amulet that hung in its usual place. The amber crystal fixed in its center shimmered in the light of the moon, illuminating her room—the only thing she had of her mother, and in some way, her grandmother who died a year after her mother had been born.
A trail of sweat cooled her warm flesh—and she brought a free hand to her mangled blonde locks, running her shaky fingers through. It was always the same nightmare—cloaked figures surrounding her in the middle of a cemetery…one shrouded in darkness as he spoke to her in the calmest of voices…whispered things to her…hissed…like a snake…
She never saw his face, but it was as if he were standing right there beside her when he spoke. Alarmingly gentle in his approach. A part of her believed the dark-hooded man to be…Him; the man who'd fathered her mother.
The grandfather she knew nothing about.
Her mother was gone; leaving her orphaned—without answers but in the capable hands of her closest family friends the Petrovs, a Bulgarian family. She attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic with Mme Petrova's daughter Katerina for the last four years, this being their fifth.
"Caroline!" The familiar voice of the brunette called, moments before the door to her bedroom was flung open and the girl entered. "Vot is wrong?"
Caroline's hand fell from the amulet as an apologetic smile crossed her face.
"Nothing," She murmured reassuringly, clearing her throat, "bad dream."
Katerina nodded curtly, expression light as she crossed the room and plopped down at the end of the blonde's bed, letting her back hit the mattress as she let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Ze World Cup is tomorrow," Katerina reminded the girl, as if she had not been informed countless times. The Petrovs had been so kind as to invite her to join them…a way to help cope with her mother's death; as if she was still the wounded girl they took in a few months ago. "Viktor vill be 'appy to see you."
She laughed at the mention of the gruff, older boy whom she met a few years back. He'd been at a Petrov wedding she attended—he was related to the family through his mother, a distant cousin of Mme Petrova. And according to Katerina, he had taken a liking to her.
Caroline rolled her eyes at her friend before speaking with a note of sarcasm in her voice, "I'm sure he will be, just as he will be ecstatic to see you."
The Petrova squealed with laughter at that, pushing herself up from the cot and resting her weight on her forearms. "Ve vill be leaving soon. Mama and Papa are already up and ze other families vill not vait long for us with ze Portkey."
Caroline nodded in understanding, watching as Katerina slid off her bed, getting to her feet and raising her arms over her head swiftly to stretch out her back. The girl turned before making her way out the room, a wicked grin twitching at the corners of her pouty mouth.
"Vear somt'ing cute," She smiled bashfully, shaking her hips in demonstration of a sexy dance before closing the door behind her as she retreated out of the bedroom.
The girl scoffed eyebrows raised in amusement as she sunk back into the warmth of her sheets, fingers grazing the amulet as images of her mother flooded her mind. Short, blonde hair, sharp, high brows, serious lips always set in a thin line. And all she had left behind was the talisman meant for protection—all the good it did her…and her grandmother. They were both dead. But…it was all she had; she never knew her father. Her mother spoke of him once, claiming he died a few months before she was born; and her grandfather …her mother never spoke of him. Honoria died before Elizabeth could even walk…who knew if the man was even still alive; whether he was a Wizard, Muggle, or anything else of the sort. It was one of two great mysterious in her life. Now, it seemed the other was what she would wear to the Quidditch World Cup—to see Viktor for the first time in over a year. She groaned at the idea of an awkward reunion with the Bulgarian Seeker, finally pushing herself out of bed to get ready. It was going to be a very, interesting meeting.
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