Camellia ran to her mate, calling his name as she heard the scream of her daughter. She had left them alone, with their first familiars, Lady Vixen and Lord Rose, to attend to a fire call from the dark water tribe. She'd heard the scream of her daughter and come running.

"Pine, where are Cedar and Aspen?!" Her voice broke and her words were rushed. Her husband simply turned to her, a smile tugging on his lips. Camellia scowled at her mate. Sure she loved him, but he annoyed her to no end.

"They are outside, I believe that they have made some new friends." Camellia's scowl disappeared as she looked out of the window Pine was gesturing to.

Cedar stood in front of Aspen, thin golden tendrils wrapped around the both of them. A basilisk, a Phoenix, a Hawk and a dragon looked on at the pair innocently, all of the creatures were young, thin and in need of a good wash. Cedar slowly dropped his shield, he reached his hand forwards and allowed his magic to flow towards the basilisk.

"Looks like we'll have at least one new addition to the family." Camellia muttered. She continued to watch as the Phoenix too got touched by the golden light. This was unheard of, a Phoenix and a Basilisk being bonded to the same elf, but then again, so was the magic Cedar used.

Camellia watch in further wonder as Aspen copied her brother, her magic instead sprawling out in long blue strands, the sign of a water elf. Her magic gripped onto the dragon and hawk, both willinly accepting her. Aspen collapsed, the magic she used taking a toll on her, still fragile body.

Luckily, Cedar managed to reach a hand out and catch her before she hit the floor. Aspen's two new familiars lay with her as she slept, the dragon sprawling it's small wings across her stomach, fanning them out to shield her. The hawk nestled into her cheek, it's own feathers rustling as it pushed to be in contact with it's new master.

Cedar stood still, watching his new familiars with soft eyes. Their honey gold shone more vigorously, illuminating a small distance in front of him. The basilisk hissed something neither Pine nor Camellia could understand. They had never taken the time to learn parsle-tounge, nor Phoenix speak. Harry lightly conversed with the pair, his voice changing from the hisses he used with the baby basilisk, to the quick clicks he used with the black Phoenix.

"How does he do that?" Pine whispered. Camellia turned to him, giving herself a second to take her mate in. His long golden hair hung down his back in an intricately woven plait, twisting and turning, creating a long path down to his toes almost. A pair of bright green eyes looked out on his children tenderly, his chiseled jaw relaxed as he breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of pinecones and ginger that hung around West Hollow.

"What do you mean?" He turned to her, looking slightly confused himself. Pine was the most intelligent elf Camellia had ever known, even more so that her mother, High Alchymist Willow. To see him confused was a rare and amusing sight.

"Cedar's magic is unlike any other. He doesn't feel fatigued when he uses it. If anything it empowers him. Elves with that kind of power are hundreds of years older than him. At only seven, our son is already holding himself as one of the strongest elves in history. We are very lucky that Aspen has him as a brother. Her magic too is stronger than expected. For a water elf, her magic is very destructive, and very powerful when channeled. It makes me wonder if Cedar has the power to help increase magical strength." Pine's words drifted in a voice that was both impressed and proud. Camellia turned agin, to look out, and instead found her son walking towards her, Aspen held sleeping in his arms, and their six familiars following.

"Mother, I hope that you do not mind Clara Tenebris, Ingua Colubris, and Aspens two new familiars staying with us." Camellia smiled and nodded, bending down to stroke her son's face lovingly. After Pine had adopted him, he had gained both elves features, blood and strength. He was as much theirs as Aspen was.

"Of course Cee, but I am intrigued by your choice of name." Cedar smiled, a light chuckling coming from him. He slowly placed Aspen on a mahogany sofa, making sure she was comfortable, then turned to answer his mother.

"My other family use latin words, seeing as they son't to want me, I felt I should somehow show my link to the their world through these two." Cedar was well aware of the events that lead up to his adoption. He had seen the ways James Potter had abandoned him, and this often overshadowed all the fond memories of Lily Potter he still had.

"Do not cloud you judgement of your family with old grudges. Yes he abandoned you and yes you are no longer a Potter, but you will always be a wizard at heart. Never forget where you come from." Pine had strode forwards, kneeling in front of his son. His hand was outstretched and layed on Cedar's shoulder, small pulses of relaxing energy flowing from the older to the younger.

"I know Father, I just wish I knew Morgan. He will never be like Aspen, but I would like to know my brother." Pine smiled tenderly, hugging his son close to his chest, enjoying as Camellia came and joined them.

"You will one day Cee, you will be reunited with him, and if he so wishes, he will be accepted into our family as well as his." Cedar nodded, relishing the warmth that flowed from both his parents. With just that though his opinions snapped. His parents. These were his parents and now, not the Potters. He would forever owe James for getting him to his family, and Lily for birthing him into the world. There was no point in harbouring such hate for one who is not an enemy. He pulled back.

"Will Penny come with me when I go?" Camellia stroked a long, pale finger up his cheek, wishing that he would forever remain this age.

"If she wants, Aspen has another role though. Whilst you must unite with the wizarding world, it will be her job to combine her forces with the vampires and werewolves. Their numbers are many, and we wish to not have to fight them and spill unnecessary blood." Cedar, again, nodded, his seven year old brain soaking up the new knowledge like a sponge.

Ingua Colubris hissed faintly, to which Cedar smiled, stroked his familiar slowly, and then hissed back, his mouth creating long, low sighs that neither elf had expected. To have a parsel-tougne, a natural one, was rare. Many elves, after their first thousands years living began to learn the ways of the snakes, but none could ever completely perfect it.

"Cole has asked if he could be apperated to the Further Alcove to hunt because he doesn't want to harm or frighten any elven familiars. He was also wondering if he should take Penny's dragon with him." By this point, Pine and Camellia had withdrawn from their son, their own hands intertwining and their eyes meeting their child's, pure and powerful love shinning through.

"Of course he can, but I recommend that he wait for Aspen to wake up. I'm sure that she'd like to meet her two familiars as soon as possible." Cole's head bobbed, a kind of half bow that seemed unimportant, but meant the world to Camellia. It was well known that Basilisks were very proud creatures and demanded respect from all beings, lest their channel their powers and kill you. To have one bow to you was a high honour.

"Well, run along, we'll take care of Aspen, you can go and spend some time with your new friends." Cedar face lit up, and he raced out the door, past the brush and trees and into the forest surrounding West Hollow. Ingua Colubris and Clara Tenebris were hot on his heels, squalls and hisses of joy falling from both creatures mouths.

Camellia watched her son, smiling slightly at the oddity of the trio. A symbol for light, a symbol for dark, and a prophesied hero. Things surely would be interesting.