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The Heir of the Dark Evangel: Book 1: The Philosopher's Stone
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Evangeline Athanasia Katherine McDowell the great and powerful "Doll Master," "The Maga Nosferatu," "The Dark Evangel," "The Queen of the Night," "The Apostle of Destruction," "The Tidings of Evil," "The Dreaded Vampire," "The High Daylight Walker," "The Girl Queen of Darkness," "The Visitation of Woe," "The Disciple of Dark Tones," a feared Shinso vampire, although some had the audacity to call her "Kitty," or "Eva" and she was willing to admit that her favorite title was "Kaa-chan," was bored. She watched the boy she had raised from infancy prepare for a job he was going to do with a friend of his.
He donned his favorite trench coat, a long blood red one that had pistol holsters sewn just behind the pockets that were hidden in the interior of the coat. He had adorned his favorite black T-shirt, one that had "Kiss My Ass or I'll Kick Yours" printed on it in bright red letters. His long tan cargo pants were fastened to his waist by a thick black leather belt with silver studs adorning it. Black combat boots covered his feet and disappeared up his pant leg, the ivory laces were done into an ornate and nearly decorative knot that was easily more effective due to the length of the laces. Firmly attached to his right arm was a long fingerless glove made from black cloth with a long, extremely thin chain wrapped around it.
His long unkempt hair fell down to his waist in a tangle of curls, which with a sigh Evangeline grabbed and took a brush to. As she brushed his hair several memories surfaced from the depths of her well groomed mind.
Evangeline wept over a piece of parchment, she had just received a letter pertaining to the death of one of the few humans she cared for. The letter was a summons to the reading of her friend's will. She had already been cursed to stay in an all girl middle school, now she had to hear this after a year in this damned hellhole (only she herself thinks so.)
"Dear Lady Evangeline A.K. McDowell
You have been summoned to Gringotts Magical Bank, London, to attend the reading of Lady Lilly Katrina PotternéeEvans, at eleven O'clock on the Seventh of November.
May your enemies flee before you and your gold flow without end.
Ragnok"
'(Lilly,)' she sobbed harder after reading her friend's name. '(Why did you have to die?)' Her will hardened as she read the summons again. She would go to the damnable Dean of the school and see if she could get permission, even if she had to have a babysitter. She would go even if she had to rip the old man a new one. "(Nothing is going to stop me from complying with you dying will,)" she promised to the heavens above.
A goblin, dressed in a silk suit, stood on a podium in front of several people, Evangeline included. She glanced around her and noticed a young man whose hair was beginning to grey, a woman in a Ministry of Magic Auror uniform that looked like she would begin to cry, a black haired man that looked like he was in desperate need of a shower, a midget with grey hair that seemed oddly excitable, an older Scottish woman that was already crying her eyes out, and an old man with a long silver beard and a nose that looked like it had been broken several times and strange twinkling eyes that looked strangely familiar. The goblin coughed to gain the group's attention. "We are gathered here to read the last will and testament of James Charlus Potter and Lilly Katrina Potter née Evans," his voice was clipped and held an unusual amount of emotion when he said Lilly's name. Most of the listeners shrugged this fact off because Lilly was kind to any and all that didn't enter her "bad book" and would often show a fondness for hugging the "cute" magical creatures, although said creatures were anything but cute. "I am vault manager Ragnok Skull-Splitter, chief of this branch of Gringotts." He then pulled a long rosewood box from one of the pockets in his suit, engraved into the top of the box was the Potter family crest. After opening the box the goblin pulled out a roll of parchment tied with a crimson ribbon, which was quickly untied. He opened the roll and began to read its content. "We James Charlus Potter and Lilly Katrina Potter née Evans being of sound mind, body and magic do decree…
We decree Sirius Orion Black to be the Godfather of Harrison James Potter.
We decree Evangeline Athanasia Katherine McDowell to be the Godmother of Harrison James Potter," the muted gasp of the members of the group caused a smirk to form on Evangeline's face.
"And that should Harrison survive whatever death befalls us that he is to be raised in the cottage in Mahora Academy, Japan, in which Evangeline is already inhabiting, by both of his godparents. Should one of them be physically unable to care for him, the other will gain full custody of him, and should neither of them be able to care for him he is to be given custody to Amelia Susan Bones.
We have already set up a trust fund that is to be used to take care of any expenses that are absolutely necessary in his raising.
We grant Remus John Lupin full visitation rights to Harrison James Potter, on the condition that he makes sure neither of his godparents are spoiling him to the degree of whatever Petunia Ariel Dursley née Evans does for her son.
We leave Severus Alfred Snape a hundred thousand galleons on the condition that he helps Remus find a cure or containment for his ailment.
We leave Minerva Athena McGonagal all of our Transfiguration notes; on the condition that she uses them to help her students become better at her subject.
We leave Filius Fredrick Flitwick all of our Charms notes; on the condition that he uses them to help his students become better at his subject.
We leave Amelia Susan Bones all of James' Auror field notes and his lesson plans so that she can lessen the mortality rate of the Auror corp.
We leave Albus Percivel Wulfric Brian Dumbledore a copy of the Potter family tree, so that he can continue his research of James' cloak, we also leave him a note that he is not to badger our son into one of his many foray to obtain non-magical sweets.
Under no circumstance is Harrison James Potter to be placed under the guardian ship of Petunia Ariel Dursley née Evans or her husband.
We leave all the rest of our worldly possessions to Harrison James Potter, we also grant him the title Lord Potter when he turns eleven years of age, and finally we leave him all the love a parent can have for their child." The goblin finished reading and motioned to a pair of armor clad goblins to start bringing the multiple chests that lay behind them to their recipient, the goblin made another gesture and a goblin matron walked into the room carrying a large basket from which a blue blanketed figure was clearly visible. The female goblin walked straight up to Evangeline and handed the basket to her, while glaring at the vampire for taking the cute and moldable, baby away from her.
Evangeline looked at the baby that she held in her arms a small gentle smile adorned her face as her emerald orbs gazed into those of Harrison Potter. She looked up to see that all of the people in the room were looking at her and she scowled at them, causing all but the now familiar Dumbledore to turn away. She then turned to the goblin, Ragnok, and approached him. "I would like to adopt him," she said motioning to the baby in her arms. She couldn't get pregnant, as she didn't go through puberty, but she had still craved having a child to raise for many years because even though she didn't mature physically, she still felt the desire to be a mother, and this happened to be a perfect opportunity, she could get a child to raise and fulfill her friend's final wishes. The goblin nodded and he then proceeded to his office to fill out the forms to allow her to adopt the little boy and make him her heir.
Before she could follow Dumbledore stopped her. "I think it would be better for young Harry if he was raised by Amelia, instead of you, Ms. McDowell," he stated like he would get her to do exactly like he wanted her to do.
"I, LADY McDowell, don't think so LITTLE BOY," she stated, putting notable force in her words. "He will be perfectly fine under my care." She would never give up this chance of raising the child, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her, someone would literally have to drag the boy from her mutilated corpse to take him from her.
Dumbledore looked like he was going to argue, but Ragnok called her away from him. 'I do hope young Harry will be alright,' he thought after noticing that any attempt to follow the two would be cut off by the small army of easily agitated goblin guards that stood between him and the now distancing duo.
Evangeline sighed as she watched the nearly two year old Harrison as he was pulled around by her living marionette, Chachazero. Chachazero's clothing had changed considerably, instead of the simple overly large shirt she once wore; she now wore an intricate ballroom dress that made her look like a doll maker's masterpiece. The living marionette was pulling the boy around by the hand, helping him master the art of walking, and absorbing his ambient magical energy.
"C'mon," she called happily as she strode purposely in circles, giggling insanely. "Let's go! Gotta keep moving forward!"
Harrison simply giggled cutely in response before speeding up.
"(Arigatou Kaa-chan,)" the boy, Harrison, said as he felt the brush pull through his hair. Only a few moments later and his hair was straight and braded into a single thick tail, several gold, silver and red ribbons were inter woven with his hair. He turned to his mother figure and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before moving on to collect Jackal, a black, customized 13 millimeter Anti-Demon Pistol and the Casull Auto, a silver pistol that was Jackal's twin in every way, from the table he had them on when he was doing maintenance on them. After slipping the two handguns into their respective holsters, next to the other pistols on his belt, he reached over the table and grabbed the green haired Seikatsu marion that was sitting happily on the table polishing a sword that was overly large for one of her size and depositing her into one of his larger pockets in his trench coat. A small pixie like creature, clad in a form fitting white cheongsam, flew from the table to one of the boy's pockets and inserting herself into it. He turned and bid his mother figure farewell as he exited the door and greeted the girl on the other side.
Evangeline sighed as she watched her, ten going on eleven years old, son leave for another adventure that he would have no trouble turning into a story for his friends to listen to. An evil smirk crossed her face at the thought of the multitude of girls that hung around him, she just couldn't wait until he hit the later parts of puberty. Her smirk changed into a soft, serene smile as she watched him from a window. '(Watch out world here comes Harrison J. P. McDowell, heir of the Dark Evangel.)' She laughed darkly at that thought and turned to do the homework her vile teacher had given her. She thought for a moment, he would be the first she would kill when she got free from the damned seal. Damn Nagi Springfield for placing the detestable "{Infernus Scholasticus}" on her.
All across the world several people that were planning the demise of the British magical society all felt as if someone had walked over their graves.
On the other side of Mahora, in the teachers' dorm a man at the ripe old age of thirty-two collapsed and died of heart failure after he had commented on feeling a foreboding feeling. He just happened to be the teacher that had been in charge of Evangeline's English class, and the one who had given her homework.
Poor Takahata would have to take that class over now.
In a bar in Mundus Magicus a redhead wearing a tattered cloak sneezed and ended up blasting the poor waitress, that happened to be standing politely in front of him, waiting for his order, causing her clothes to be blasted apart, leaving her completely naked as she hadn't been wearing underwear that day. This accident caused him to be thrown bodily out of the pub and the girl to run away crying.
Evangeline suddenly felt as if all was right with the world for a moment, only to remember the essay in front of her. She once again cursed those responsible for her dilemma.
This is my attempt at a Evangeline raised Harry, as there aren't many on the site that I have found.
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