Reid only just realised that he might have fathered two new evils…that or they've just got one hell of an attitude.

Chapter one – deaths, births and power

When Reid married he had been looked forward to having children, namely sons who he could teach and train in magic when they came of age. He already had a son, a one year old at his twenty four years of age. But he wanted one more other child and his wish became true, his wife fell pregnant and he was once again excited.

The others of the Covenant were married happily and already had children as well, Caleb and Sarah with two sons, one three and the other one, Pogue and Kate with a son age two and Tyler and Emma a two month old son. Emma and Tyler had met at the local library, he called it love at first sight and that she was the only woman that didn't make him feel shy and embarrassed.

Sons were always born into the Covenant; it was a mystery that they hadn't discovered the answer to. Reid thought that boys were the only ones to have magic which was why daughters were never conceived because girls couldn't live on the legacy. So when his wife died during child birth, distraught and angered, he asked the midwife about the child, when notified it was a girl he cried in frustration, it wasn't what he wanted.

If he had known that his wife would be having a girl he wouldn't have terminated the pregnancy but if he knew that she'd die, he would have. Having a daughter didn't bother him at all but when he realised his black haired child (for his wife hadn't been a blonde), upon opening her eyes for the very first time held crystalline, blue-violet eyes – his wife's eyes he felt heartbroken and upset. He loved his wife, she accepted him as who he was, not a jerk or a freak but as Reid, a witch. She wasn't afraid of him as others had been and she could calm him when he appeared to be emotional and his powers went out of hand. She was rational and intelligent, everything he wasn't. He loved her so much.

The funeral was painful but it was just a day amongst his life where pain and fury coursed through his body but after that day when realisation of having two children to look after sunk in, he wasn't as angry or upset. He comprehended that his wife would have wanted him to look after both children, show them love and treat them well. He would do that and wasn't affected at all by having a daughter, he knew the first daughter born in centuries.

"You still haven't chosen a name Reid," Caleb said as he cradled the child in his arms.

"I like Bellatrix," Reid said softly, "she looks like a Bellatrix."

"That's an old name Reid, I thought you hated traditions." Tyler leaned over Caleb's shoulder and reached down, running a finger along the girl's face.

"When I told Elizabeth about the tradition she couldn't help but love the idea of naming a girl after her favourite Harry Potter character. She said 'if I'm going to give birth to a girl I'm going to name her Bellatrix and you won't stop me.'" Reid laughed and put down the photo frame he had been looking at.

"When you were seventeen you said 'Harry Potter can kiss my ar-"

"Tyler!" Emma, his wife glared at him, a knife by her waist. It seemed she had been cooking, "you can't say words like that in front of a baby." She admonished, holding the door open with her other hand.

Tyler smiled and nodded his head, "you're right," he replied, "Babies do learn things from a very young age." Emma smiled pleased with herself and returned to the kitchen where she was making dinner.

"So you're naming it Bellatrix?" Pogue asked when things became quiet.

"Yea, Bellatrix Elizabeth Garwin."

Reid stared into his daughter's eyes, his own, not full of mischief and jealousy like they used to be as a teenager but this time full of maturity and love. He was still the bad boy out of the group, Caleb was mature and always took responsibility for the group and Pogue was his right hand man. Tyler was his right hand man, both of them; Reid and Tyler had been best friends and they did everything together, Tyler albeit more mature still enjoyed wrecking havoc and having fun but Reid figured it was only due to his threats that the man agreed with him.

Supporting his weight by the cradle where his baby sister was placed, one year old Dorian watched coldly the beginnings of sleep taking its toll on the girl. The other baby, two month old Scott was asleep long before the girl and as if by instinct the baby opened its eyes and stared at Dorian.

Pogue watched indiscreetly at the group of children and it might have been his imagination but he could feel the tension rising in the room. Was it just him or was baby Scott protecting young Bellatrix, even if he was just lying there? He could have sworn that Scott's eyes, just like Tyler's were telling baby Dorian to back off…

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Caleb was saving himself for the day his son; currently thirteen would run up to him with a giant smile on his face and his eyes wide with excitement. "I'm a witch, I have powers like you Dad," he said almost jumping up and down in his excitement. The others were with him and when they heard they congratulated the boy, clapping him on the back and Reid even going as far as to say, 'lets see what you can do.'

Joey smiled, a handsome boy could only have a handsome smile and already he was popular among the girls at Spenser Academy. He was average height, black hair straight and often styled with gel and his skin was tan from playing out in the backyard with the others from the Covenant. Although he was thirteen he still enjoyed his time with the others, he and Andrew (Pogue's only child) were the best of friends and went to school together.

The others were still young and it was often called upon him or Andrew to look after them even though they were two to three years younger. Whilst it was annoying now that they were secondary students and while becoming a teenager, like normal teenagers do they developed attitudes. But his coming of power, which ever since learning about magic, he had been excited about this one moment in his life. He forgot about the responsibility for that current moment and when Reid, almost like an uncle, asked for a demonstration he was happy to oblige.

Feeling the power swarm through his body making him feel warm and powerful he lifted young Bellatrix out of her swing and imagining a string was tied around her, he pulled her towards him.

"Hey!" her voice was soft and for a fleeting moment she seemed confused as to why she was moving further away from the swing set of the Danvers garden. She was a few meters well into the air and although she wasn't necessarily scared of heights she did notice and blush did form on her cheeks at the thought that every male that had gathered around Joey was now looking up her dress.

"Joey put her down," Caleb said sternly looking at his son. His eyes betrayed him though as for the first time in years he felt very proud of his thirteen year old son.

"Stop looking up my dress," Bellatrix cried, trying in dismay to cover herself up, "Daddy! Tell him to put me down!" she whinged, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Sighing and rolling his eyes at the same time Joey made a hand movement and gently lowered the ten year old girl to the ground. Feeling very proud and wanting to show off more of his power he was getting ready to pick up another object, this time one that couldn't talk. He momentarily forgot about the girl and the temper she grew when angry. Andrew stood beside his friend and although he wanted to see more of his friend's magic he was more worried about his friend's life for the girl knew martial arts and she knew how to unleash her anger.

Reid watched, feeling proud of himself for raising such a threatening daughter, whose hair was a long sheet of black and her face, which he thought took on the shape of his wife's was just like a porcelain doll's. "Don't do that again," her voice, although always soft and musical held a hostile tone that sent shivers up Andrew's spine and Dorian who was curious about the fuss and realised what was happening smiled at the thought of another fight.

"I have magic, what do you have?" Joey replied feeling like nothing at that moment could harm him.

"Joey!" Caleb warned but he hardly doubted his son heard him.

Feeling beaten and betrayed, because she was always told that she might never get her powers, Bellatrix stood to her full height, which of course only reached the older boy's shoulders. She bit her lip and pouted, "I'm stronger than you," she replied, "I don't have to rely on magic, Daddy always said not to rely on it. He said it's dangerous and seductive. I'd rather fight like a human than a witch," she got into a fighting stance, although it was hard with the dress she was wearing.

"What if you get your powers?" Joey teased.

"Then I'll still be stronger than you," she jumped at him and managed to catch him in his eye. Joey who was shocked and wasn't expecting the young girl to leap at him and challenge him, though he should have known better, accidentally felt the power coursing through his veins and without thinking threw her off his body.

Bellatrix bit her tongue to keep from screaming, she thought that screaming was pathetic and she wasn't about to show him that she was in fact scared – she hoped someone was on the other end to catch her. She felt something soft but solid hit her back and hold her there, her father, who she recognised as worried but chuckling and feeling highly amused was walking towards her, his hand outstretched to keep her suspended.

"Silly girl," he muttered when he put her upright, "are you alright?" he asked softly, bending on one knee to take in her dishevelled hair and her stubborn looking face.

"I'm fine," she muttered and although she was ten she did in fact have a large attitude and was incredibly stubborn.

"Sometimes I think you're far too stubborn," he said patting down her hair and then catching her chin in his hand, "and I think a couple of years with Grandma might do you good."

"I'll be away from Dorian," she looked aghast, she loved being with her grandma but she didn't like the fact that she'd be away from home from all the fun she had with her father and elder brother.

"Since when did you start liking Dorian?" the father of two teased, his handsome face charming but curious.

"Since you threatened me," she sounded like a lost ten year old child.

"We'll visit of course; I just think the influence of nine men-"

"-Four men and five boys."

"Four men and five boys," Reid corrected himself chuckling and lifted his daughter up and placed her back on the swing, "we're having a very bad influence on you." He pushed gently but she ordered him to make her go faster. "When did you start picking fights with the boys-"

"Only Joey, he annoys me." She closed her eyes and allowed the air to sweep through her hair.

"I see," Reid could see it now, he wasn't overly happy but he could predict his only daughter falling in love with Joey, it would be a love hate relationship, if not Joey then perhaps Scott. Pogue had been telling him that Scott was always there when Bellatrix was in trouble and was always protecting her from certain things. He stated that Scott was Tyler's son and that he was in the least more mature than her daughter.

"Daddy," Bellatrix sat up straighter in her swing and stared ahead at the large Victorian style mansion, "I'm going to get my powers and I'll be strong and powerful, just like you." Reid stopped pushing and wondered when his little girl ever became serious and slightly frightening.

"And if you don't get your powers?" He asked quietly.

"I'll always have the martial arts and you know I'll always kick their butts because you say they're pansies." She turned around and smiled brightly, reminding him of his deceased wife. "And can I take up ballet; I wanna learn how to dance." She gave him that look, the irresistible one that always made him pick her up and twirl her around, that made him love her and continue looking after her. He swore that having children was more trouble than it was worth, but waking up on Father's Day always made him forget that thought.

He smiled and began pushing the swing again, he replied with a yes much to Dorian's dismay as he seated himself on the other swing. He complained about the horrible music he was probably due to hear when she came home from dance, his brown eyes were staring into his father's unimpressed, "thanks a lot Dad," he added.

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Hey, that's the first chapter of my first Covenant story, I hope you enjoyed that and it'll get better when I continue writing chapters to it. So there are a lot of character's to keep up with and although Sarah and Kate might not be in this as much I promise you The Sons of Ipswich will be. They are fathers and of course they play an important role in their children's lives.

Reid is hard to write because I like to believe he's one of those cool parents but he's still worried and fatherly. I'm trying to think of a situation, a man like him could get himself into where he can act mischievous and troublesome and Pogue I think is more clued into the lives of the children and Tyler has backed down from being Reid's sidekick and isn't affected by threats anymore. Caleb is still his leader-ish self and does take it upon himself to be stern, yet fair to the young ones.

As for the children, Bella might become the real main character and Joey as well and Dorian and Scott…well all of them. Bella takes after Reid in the haughtiness side of things and yea...

Hope you enjoyed it. Please review and tell me it's worth reading so I can continue writing.