Title: The Fey Courtesan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: LV/HP, KQ(OC)/GW, SS/HG, DM/RP(OC)
Summary: The Prophecy was foretold, and the Dark Lord cut the chance of its fulfilment in half. But in the shadows' the Stolen Children of the First War have been revealed and the Ancient race of the Meretrix and the Lost Civilisation of the Fey have been reawakened. SLASH, slight FEMSLASH. LV/HP, KQ(OC)/GW, SS/HG, DM/RP(OC)
Disclaimer: Nothing belonging to the world of Harry Potter is mine, as it belongs to J.K.Rowling and all publishers of the Series and the Producers/Directors/Companies who helped bring it to the Silver Screen. Anything you do not recognise, belongs solely to me unless stated otherwise. This Disclaimer will not be repeated at the beginning of each chapter.
Warnings: This story contains SLASH, meaning a relationship between two males, as well as some FEMSLASH, which is female/female, if this is not your cup of tea, get going, because I will not tolerate people snapping at me for what I choose to write. There will be some mentioning of PAEDOPHILIA, which is the act of having/wanting sex with a young child. SLAVERY is also mentioned, as the characters are sold/bought. RAPE is also mentioned, though only in passing, if this changes I'll be sure to let you know before hand. As with most AU stories, there will be a large helping of OOCness, I will not be explaining this constantly because it's here in the warnings. OCs will be introduced like mad, because the story is vastly different to canon.
Prologue
He stood before the odd looking house, gazing at its haphazard structure, wondering as to how a powerful wizard could even reside at such a place. The hooting of an owl echoed in the night as a lone wolf howled in the distance. Gripping his wand, he strode forward, ignoring the tug of magic as the Fidelius Charm broke around him. In a matter of minutes Dumbledore and his blasted Order would arrive, determined to stave off his own personal mission.
It hadn't been too hard to coerce the Secret Keeper into giving him the location of the house. He had information on their children that they desperately needed, and as such, they would do whatever he required of them. Not that he would ask too much of a Light family, this small tid bit of information was all he required.
As he strode closer, the hazardous design of the house stood out even more and the tangible hum of magic alerted him to the fact that the structure was only held together because of the sheer will of the inhabitants. But something felt off. The house felt remarkably like his informants had; like it was missing a member who had been taken. But unlike his informants house, which had held an air of mourning for the twins who had been stolen in the middle of the night, this one stank of the traitorous act of giving a child away.
He growled and brought his wand up and down in a jerky motion. The door blasted inwards, coating the room within with dust and debris. He stalked inside, snarling at the cluttered lounge room filled with portraits of all but the youngest child; the one who had been given away. He turned when a child's wail pierced the air, quickly muffled. He grinned from within his hood and made his way up crooked stairs, passing door after door, before he came to the only locked one.
"Alohamora."
The lock clicked and he pushed the door open casually. He had meant to make an entrance before, but now he only wished to frighten the eldest inhabitant. He narrowed his eyes when he spied the trembling blonde who clutched a baby to her chest. "Give him to me."
The baby sitter sobbed, holding the now howling babe tighter. "Please! Please, don't kill me!"
He chuckled, a dark sound that echoed about the small room. "Dear girl, do you think your life is worthy of death by my hand? The boy is all I want, you are free to run, if that is your wish."
The girl stared at him as he stepped away from the door. Looking at the babe in her arms, she made a choice. The red haired baby was placed quickly into his crib, before she shot from the room as if he was about to blast her dead. Smirking, he turned back to the baby, who stared at him with blank blue eyes. Scowling, he leaned forward.
"How can you possibly defeat me? But, never mind, child. This shall be quick and painless, I presume. For I must admit, I have never cast this spell myself."
Stepping back he traced a rune into the air, before muttering, "Exsecror infans, findo vulvis!"
As the brilliant pink spell connected with the child, he was aware of a scream. It sounded in his mind and echoed about the room, mixing with the babe's own wails. Realising it was his own, he sagged to his knees on the floor. Fishing a portkey from his pocket, he gazed at the child, content in the knowledge that the obscure spell had worked. The child's core was halved, and the missing piece would meld with his soon enough.
A laugh bubbled from his lips and spread out into the night as he vanished and faint pops were heard, a high-pitched scream adding to the mix.
The One to bring the Dark Lord to his knees approaches,
Born to those with little Wealth and Standing,
He shall move with the Will of the Great One.
The One to bring the Dark Lord to his knees arrives,
When the Deed is done, thrice over Stolen.
Beware the Choice, lest ye be caught,
Choose well the Damned, lest ye make mistakes.
Power is to be held, within the Collar of the Bound.
The One to bring the Dark Lord to his knees approaches,
Born as the Deed is Chosen.
A/N: The idea for this story came about while I was perusing my Latin Dictionary and happened to come upon the Latin word for Courtesan, Meretrix. Innocent, I know. If anyone was wondering, the Boy Who Had His Core Cut is none other than Ronald Bilius Weasley.