A Winthrop only ever casts with a Blade
On the night of the murder of the Potters, Sirius Black remimbers the old family saying of the Black family's American cousins, who practice a different kind of magick. His remembrance brings the Potters back to life, and changes everything you thought you knew about one Harry Potter.
Cast:
Evie Winthrop: Katie McGrapth (but with lighter but still dark hair)
Sirius Black/Atlas Winthrop: Ben Barnes (with silver eyes)
James Potter: Aaron Johnson
Lily E. Potter: Karen Gillian
Max Winthrop: Sean Bean
Eugenia Winthrop: Susan Surandon
Anna Lee Winthrop: Amy Adams
Gaius Winthrop: Matt Bomber
William Winthrop: Ben Schcentzer
Nadia Winthrop: Jennifer Lawrence (w/ platinum blonde hair)
The kids will be added as they age.
Chapter 1: The timely intervention of Evie Winthrop
Sirius' POV
He had come to late! The first thing he saw was his brother, his friend James dead on the floor. His stomach dropped as he rushed towards the baby's room. With James gone, he was that child's only help and he couldn't let him down! The baby's cries reached his ears, causing his heart to shatter in a thousand pieces. It took him a long moment to comprehend what he saw! Lily was gone, her long hair billowing around her. But instead of a gloating Dark Lord there was a pile of ash and a wand on the floor and baby Harry staring at him, a new scar marking his forehead and old magick in the air. And it was that moment that jogged a memory for the young Black. Something from childhood during the mandatory study of the Black Family Tree. For a moment the sights and sounds, the horror of what he saw around him dissapeared as he remembered.
"And who are they, Mum?" asked a young Regulus. His mother's face scrunched, as though she smelt something unpleasant. "They are distantly related to us, the fools left on one of those ships bound for the new world! Something about honoring the ancestors who did so before us. Winthrops, barbarions, the whole lot of them! Runemauls, who settled in both the muggle and magickal world of the Americas! They don't even use wands!" she exclaimed in that superior tone that Sirius was learning to hate. "They say that they have studied magicks of all the lands, what our world has forgotten, can you imagine? Call us small minded here in England! Look here, there you will see their motto!" Sirius read over his mother's shoulder. "A modo semper vesalius et ferrum Winthrop." he said aloud. He translated internally, liking the sound of it. "A Winthrop only ever casts with a blade. "They use a blade instead?!" he asked excitedly. His mum hit him upside the head. "Do not delight in such a thing! It is so barbaric, so unrefined! You are better off not knowing them! They rarely come this way and when they do, you will always know them by their particular blue eyes. They are the only family where every member has the eery cold grey blue!"
Curious when he was younger he studied what he could of the Black distant relatives, held in his high esteem for leaving the the backward magickal England behind for the exciting wilderness of the New World, to learn magicks unknown by Europe! They were rune masters of a caliber rarely heard of in their world anymore, followers of old pagan gods that long ago left the minds of the European landscape. And standing back in this nightmare, they were his only hope! He had a short time before the Order would arrive, if he was serious about what he was about to do, he had to act quickly! So Sirius went back to James form, hoisting him over his shoulder. "The things I do for you mate!" he said with a grunt. Bring the bodies of Lily and James close together he slit a cut into their palms, both of his own, and connected to his godson through his still bleeding scar with his left, while holding Lily and James' palms with his right. He focussed on his intent, what needed to be done and whom he needed to go to and said the words "A modo semper vesalius et ferrum Winthrop. Take me to my family, take me to those who heal, those who hold the power of life and death, the power of the Runes, the favor of the Norn in their hands. Magick aid me this hour!" a blinding light seared into his eyes, his screams seeming to reach forever as he held onto the hands in his for dear life!
And then the sound of a woman's voice. "Oh for the love of the gods, really?! Right in the parking lot where all the no majs can see?!" and the blurry sight of a rushing pair of long slender, denim covered legs towards them. "Du ser ingenting her" he heard shouted as the legs got closer to where he was kneeling. Something Norweigen, a descendent of old Norse. He got an eye full of long, thick, dark brown hair, blue grey eyes, haunting and in control when all he felt was panic. "Ah, a Black, should have known! Alright, keep linked to them! You can let go of the child, its the two adults who you can not seperate from! Here!" The dark haired young woman placed her finger tips of either hand on Lily and James. "Vaer sa lys som en fjaer og stiv som et brett." Shock went through his system when while still holding their hands, it felt like nothing was there. "One under each arm Black, like carrying in wood! Follow me and don't make a sound! Can't exactly explain away everything in this neighborhood, we are a mixed group here and I don't feel like explaining myself!" something in her manner reminded him of Madam Pomfrey, and it made him smile. She picked up the child, who stopped screaming for the first time since he found him in his crib. They stood up and she looked back over her shoulder. "I really hope you know what you are doing!" she said and then beckoned him to follow her.
He was shocked as they may their way into the building that the electricity was in no way effected by the obvious magick flowing through and around it. He had never seen such a thing, no one he knew even thought it was possible. Up three flights of steps they walked till they reached the door, he remember that door for the rest of his life! Room 312! The room he walked into had one of those strange muggle devices, the box that played movies, like the cinemas he became so fond of, called by Lily a tellie. He could smell chamomile tea and incense in the air. The dark haired woman moved the coffee table without a word and only a glance. "In the middle then, and don't you move! Right now you are the only thing anchoring them to the living! You are not to loose physical contact with them during the duration, understand?" she said in a commanding tone that would hear no argument. He kneeled with Lily and James where she indicated him to and began to set up a strange ritual around him, the likes of which he had never seen before! They were soon circled in salt, and infront of them was placed a bowl. Front, back, and both sides white candles were set around them and lit and then another outer circle of salt into what looked to be a pentegram.
Inside the point of the integram were runes like he had never seen before. He saw animal bones and parts, and runes carved into ivory. All of this was done faster than he could have ever imagined something could be done. "That asshole Voldemort's doing, right?" she asked, finally looking back at him. And there, right there, had to be the Black side of the young Winthrop woman coming out. "Yes it was!" he growled out. "Well it's damn lucky you got here when you did! Even an hour later and there would be nothing I could do! I CAN bring them back, but this sort of magick comes with a price. What that price will be is between you and the gods, but you have to be willing to pay whatever they ask. I can tell you this will change the entire timeline to bring them back, it will have consequences. But I can see the benefit will outweigh the risks when it comes to these two. They were not meant to die tonight. I am going to put this blessed little one to bed for a while. Then we will get to work." she answered. "And in case you are wondering, it's Evie, or Evelyn. Evelyn Winthrop. He would not forget. If she could bring them back he would give Evie Winthrop the world at her feet! She picked up Harry, who looked at her with fascination. "Evvy goood laadyy." he said to her, causing his distant cousin to smile.
"Not good, but not like the bad man either. Come little guy, time to get some sleep!" she smiled at him while she picked him up. She bounced him while she walked out of sight for the moment. Sirius had a short moment to take in his surroundings. Evie Winthrop lived in a small apartment, with a small dog, a parot, and an ancient calico cat who glared at him from a cream colored couch. Far to small for someone from his family. Something wasn't right here. Something he did not like. But before he could think longer on it the woman had come back. It was a blur from there. She cast and spoke in what sounded like actual old Norse, the candles burned almost cieling high and suddenly he could feel his friends. Fascinated he watched while the uncorpeal forms of his friends appeared. "Accio Ferrum autem Quod Abyssi" a blade with sapphire handle and silver gleaming runes and ivory sheath flew to her hand. She unsheathed it and he watched her make movements he never saw made with a blade, lights, and within those lights runes, glowing, blue, silver, gold, and red, they grew bigger as she swirled the blade around her head and then he felt something slam into him, where he could not hold himself up and it was all he could do to keep holding on to Lily and James.
He blacked out, to appear only in a cave. "Sirius, son of Orion, what would you ask of the gods?" came a strange, rasping voice. He stared into an ancient, eyeless face. A seer of the ancient world, and if he wasn't mistaken, the Seer of the time of Ragnar Lothbrok. "My friends were not meant to die, Old One. I would have what has happened be reversed to be as it should." the old one hmmed. "What you speak is true. The Goddess of the Potter line, dear Nemain your kind use to call her, the Old Raven has spoken to me. But when they come back, they will not be the same, young son of House Black. They will remember what they saw there, and establish their line with the sons of Odin. But nothing comes without a price, something your world has forgotten. And to bring back fair Lily and brave James, a sacrifice you must make. A piece of yourself. The child, must not be given into the hands of the old man. He is not who you think he is. Will you give the Potters, an aye, even yourself, into the learned hands of your cousins and heed their council? Think carefully before you answer. They will think you all dead." he answered. He replied to the old one without hesistation. "Whatever it takes!" he said. "You say that now but you Blacks have long forgotten from whom the gift of magick even comes! You can not go against your word with the gods, or all that is being done here will be undone." Sirius eyes widened.
"I understand." With those words a blast sounded out and he came back to a bowl full of his own blood, a vow. He felt weak but not to weak. "Your sacrifice has been accepted." he heard Evie said. And then he let go. And saw Lily move first. "Am I….. am I dead?" came her raspy voice. Sirius choked up. And then James, James moved, MOVED! "Where are we?" he echoed. "In America mate, in America! Our Evie just worked a miracle!" he croaked before hugging them both.