Chapter One : The Dursley's legacy
The 31st of October of 1981 was a morbid but joyous date for everyone in the english wizarding community because of the fall of the most powerful Dark Lord in history to a young baby girl named Lyria Lily Potter. Daughter of James and Lily Potter, and last heir to the Potter family, she initially had everything to succeed in life. Born in a wealthy and loving family with very intelligent, brave, passionate, gentle and good looking parents, her future could only be a very brightful one.
However this very night, were the war between the Dark Lord's forces and the Ministry of Wizard England along with the citizens, came to an end, her life was thrown into the darkest and most perilous life one could wish to avoid at all cost.
Yet, here she was crying in her little crib at the first floor of the torn apart little mansion in Godric's Hollow where she and her parents were hiding. This was before a believed friend of her parents betrayed them and showed the hideout to his master causing their deaths. This was the main reason of her situation, this was why she was crying despite not understanding the situation she was in because of her young age.
It was at this moment where everything changed for her, this was at this moment that her destiny would be sealed for ever. She was laying there inside her crib next to the blown up body of her mother that had been killed by the Dark Lord that used the bombarda spell. Her body was torn apart and her blood was flowing everywhere it could reach on the floor, some staining the sheets of her daughter's baby bed. While crying, Lyria sucked on her fingers distraught and terrified, her mouth entering in contact with the blood of her mother.
At this very moment her body began to glow a sick crimson red and her skin to grow paler and paler after each seconds that passed until the moment when it suddenly stopped for no reason and she fall asleep peacefully. This was just now that Hagrid entered with a devastated and horrified look on his face at the sight of the dismembered corpse of James Potter at the feet of the stairs and now the torned body of Lily Potter. His only source of relief was that there was at least one survivor and that the Dark Lord had visibly vanished into oblivion judging by the fact that only his clothes remained on the floor along with his wand a clear indication of his disappearance, not being one to go nude outside and let his wand behind him.
After making sure that the baby girl was all right and sound asleep he came back outside and saw Sirius Black waiting inside the house crying himself to death near the corpse of his late best friend and all but blood brother. When he saw Hagrid coming with his goddaughter, he snapped out of his mourning state and swiped his tears away, a look of pure hatred and determination in his eyes before he addressed Hagrid.
"I'm going to make him pay for what he did to them… He will beg me for my forgiveness before I kill him the way he killed them… Take my motorbike and bring her to safety, to Dumbledore while I take care of everything… I'll come back to make sure she is okay in a few hours after I finished my business with him.
-Uhm … Well ya know what to do and not to do Sirius… Don't worry about the girl I'll bring her to professor Dumbledore this instant, Responded Hagrid before climbing on the motorbike and ascending to the sky while Black changed into a strong black dog and ran away in the forest.
Hours later, Surrey, Little Whinging, Privet Drive, number four.
After hours of flying above England, Hagrid landed loudly on the street but strangely enough did not wake anyone in this all so normal muggle agglomeration. All the lights were turned off and the street was now as quiet as a cemetery, making Hagrid a little cautious.
When he was about to call for his benefactor, the old man showed himself from a bench behind the bushes. His eyes were sad and he had never seemed so old than at the moment his eyes looked to the small child in Hagrid's arms.
Alongside him appeared from her cat form professor McGonagall, that gracefully changed back into a human. She looked like she had cried, whether it was from joy or sadness he did not know. Her eyes were puffy and red, her skin seemed to be paler than usual. Her face seemed to lighten a little bit at seeing Lyria Potter.
"Well Hagrid… Was the trip safe and calm? Asked the Headmaster .
-Everything was fine, the little girl was already asleep when I arrived there, Explained Hagrid while passing the Potter heiress to the Headmaster , I think she look relatively fine except for the scar on her collarbone and her pale skin.
-Yes you're right, it might be an after effect of surviving the killing curse… But I can't be sure because it never happened before… I will think about it but for now it would be wise to let her in the care of her only family, Said the old man pensievely while looking at the aquarius-like scar going from a shoulder to the other.
-No Albus… I told you everything I saw about those people, they will be a disastrous family for her… They are nothing like us, they hate everything that is even slightly different or magic related, Exclaimed Minerva under the tired look of her old mentor.
-I heard all of what you said to me… Yet it is the only solution, to hide in the muggle world waiting for the time where the death eater will be stopped is the best action for her safety… I know it won't be a loving household but they are human beings and even if they don't act with her like family she will at least have a secured shelter, food, water and an exterior influence to balance her worldly fame, Explained calmly sighing Albus Dumbledore.
-Yes but … Started once again McGonagall before being stopped by the stern look of an errinted powerful wizard.
-What other option do you propose instead of this one then Minerva… I asked you a question, He continued after she stayed aghast for a minute searching for a better solution including the safety and love of the young girl, Well it seems that you don't have a better solution so we will proceed as I said but if you want me to, I'll place sensors spell on her to assure myself of her well being and I will act upon those if needed.
-Uhm… Fine… You're right Albus and please do so, Acquiesced the cat woman while Albus placed the child under the doorway of number 4, before he placed a letter on her, finally revealing the Elder Wand and firing some sensors spell on the last Potter.
-You know Minerva… I too, only have her best interest at mind even if you think otherwise… I never had the chance of having children myself but the Potter were to me like a second family, Charlus Potter the great grandfather of James was a childhood friend of mine and a brilliant man from a loving and powerful family, when he and two of his sons died during the war against Grindelwald, I made a promise to myself to protect the last heirs of his bloodline in respect of his memory… I already felt like I betrayed this promise when Fleamont died during the first war… And I feel like I betrayed it tonight as well with the death of James… If something happened to young Lyria, I wouldn't be able to look at myself in a glass for the rest of my life, Told her the one hundred and forty two years old Headmaster .
-I'm sorry Albus… I knew the Potter were good friends of yours… I shouldn't have make you remember those painful memories, Apologised the transfiguration mistress while Hagrid felt all the more respect for his old mentor.
-It's nothing Minerva… I'm in fact glad that the well-being of young Lyria is the first thing that is on your mind and not to party all around England to celebrate the death of Voldemort… It seems like our presence here is not required anymore."
And just like that they were gone and all the night lights in the street turned on like nothing happened. At this very moment a woman awoke at the first floor of the number 4, like on autopilot, she went downstairs and opened the door before her eyes regained a sense of life and she realised where she was, standing in her doorway looking at the floor where was a baby girl draped in expensive and refined tissues with a letter on top of her.
"What is the meaning of this… Who would there be a baby on at the front of my house at this hour… And this letter, this handwriting, this ink… Why would this crazy and horrendous old man dispose of a child with a letter on MY doorway" Thought Petunia Dursley while eyeing carefully and afraid the baby and the letter unsure of what to do.
After what felt like an hour, she decided that she could not let her outside or the neighbors would soon see her and start gossiping about why Petunia Dursley had a child out on her doorway at this hour.
Thus she reluctantly took the child in her arms and touched her forehead to see her face. She shrieked when her skin came in contact with the girl's skin because it was colder than anything she had ever touched on her life and also because of the warm glowing emerald green orb that had just opened and stared at her. The high intonated sound had woken up her husband and he started asked if she was alright.
"I'm fine honey… But please can you come here… We have a major problem that just fall upon us like a curse, She said desperately trying to find a way to announce the arrival of this little girl in their household. Then she looked back at the letter and thought that maybe this would be a clue.
While Vernon Dursley was coming heavily downstairs, she placed the child in the armchair of the living room and read the letter in which Dumbledore described in every details what happened in the past two years and this night then how he expected her family to take good care of the daughter of her sister.
When Vernon arrived and saw the look of pure horror on the face his wife he came by her side and read the letter once then his gaze leveled up to set upon the girl in his armchair his face contorted in a disgusted frown and his body was sparked by a wave of hatred at her sight.
"Oh how much did he hated those abnormal, disgusting and dangerous freaks" Thought Vernon before he addressed once again to his wife.
"I will not take care of this little freak nor will I use even a single penny to nourish her… Am I clear Petunia? He asked furiously red and boiling on the inside.
-Clear as water honey… Don't worry about it… There is a bill with the letter that will compensate everything we will have to buy her in the future.
-There is money with this freak?! Well that rich of them! They think they can buy us to take care of her like babysitters! This will not happen! This money will in our account tomorrow at first hour and this will pay as a compensation for her resting under our roof but nothing more!" Screamed outraged the Dursley patriarch while taking the money in front his horrified wife, and going back to bed.
Petunia hated her sister for everything she had that Petunia did not possessed, however she couldn't bear what she just withstanded here. That her husband would let an innocent and orphan little girl die without any remorse if he could help it repulsed her and made her hairs go up on her head. Despite all the hate she had for he sister and her husband she could not abandon family or treat family like a disposable being.
She approached the little girl carefully and took her in her arms. She seemed so calm and so sweet with her round and joyous features, her skin looked immaculate like porcelain, her hairs were silky and raven black feeling like clear water when she passed her fingers through them. What truly catches Petunia's attention was that her eyes were even more beautiful than Lily's ones, the most beautiful she thought she would have the chance to see in her whole life.
She was so much alike to her sister when she looked at her more carefully, her perfect forehead, her eyes, her red and small lips, her already drawn eyebrows and her long eyelashes. However she also saw her noble heritage from her father's side with high cheekbones, a perfect and fine nose and a little perfect chin. The mixing of her parents was perfect and Petunia could not stop staring at her niece but when she came to touch her cheek once again she felt for the second time her coldness and came to the conclusion that the baby really needed a good hot bath.
So she proceeded as such and made a bath, telling Vernon that she needed to take one, to ease him and stop him from preventing her to give the freezing baby a bath. Once the bath was ready she quietly bathed the little girl and enjoyed the pleasure of having a baby girl to take care of.
She always wanted to have a girl, of course she was happy to have her duddykins, but having a daughter was different like she was able to give her everything she never had when being herself a little girl. She saw with pain in her eyes the aquarius sign like burning red scar that went from a shoulder to another on her collarbone and frown remembering how it appeared. After this she quickly finished to bath her and put her in the same clothes as before not having any for her at the moment.
When she put the girl into an improvised crib in the living room a wave of sorrow and hate washed over her as she saw the little girl falling asleep.
"How can I love this child that is the offspring of the sister I hated for my whole life and her abnormal husband… This is maybe another of those freaks spell. I need to stay vigilant and make a clear separation between her and Dudley or this will be anarchy here." Thought the afraid and panicked women while going back to her bed and fall asleep.
It was quite interesting to see that when afraid to death or when facing something that they did not understand at all, people would have the most destructive or silly reaction. This fear of the wizard kind that plagued the mind of Vernon Dursley would not be of good omen for the future of Lyria Potter.
Seven years later
Lyria Potter the girl that was in the dream of every boy at her primary school, the perfect student that never had anything but a perfect score in each subject at school that was the trophy of the teachers, was actually being bullied by her whale of a cousin in a street behind the school. Not being as dumb as everyone think he was, Dudley Dursley quickly understood that with her reputation and her good looks his cousin would not be someone to mess with at school if he wanted to avoid problems.
However he also came with another plan in mind to make her pay for her 'bossiness', her 'Miss Perfect' little persona. If he couldn't do it at home because her mother wouldn't let him do so or do it at school because of the teacher, he just had to do it on the way home. This little plan as simple as it was worked wonderfully and there wasn't a day where he couldn't treat her like the freak she was. Each adding a new bruise to her perfect pale skin, each day making her remember how inferior she was to him, how she did not deserve to live under the same floor as him and how she should have died with her parents in the car crash like the drunken bunch of freaks they were.
Days after days, she suffered from her cousin and her uncle, each of them taking great pleasure in making her feel pain either physically or mentally.
How many days did she nearly starved to death in her cupboards under the stairs, or how many days did she had to pass under the burning sunlight taking care of the whole garden even when they knew her skin could not support a long exposure to the sun Ray's. How many days did she had to live through were she could not see the daylight because of a punishment with a fallacious excuse from her cousin. How many days did she nearly died being choked by her drunken uncle that was releasing all his stress beating the hell out of her.
Yet here she was alive and nearly conscious on the floor of a dark street being beaten furiously by her cousin that did not ever cared to avoid the visible parts of her body. Each time she went to school she had to put on makeup in order to hide the bruises with the best of her abilities. Each time one was seen by her teachers she had to make up an excuse in order to avoid the wrath of her uncle.
This situation started when she was four, the day her aunt died because of an unknown illness. This day, her uncle fell into the darkness of alcohol and drugs and started to unleash his misery on her like she was the source of all his problems and failures. The only wall that existed between her and her uncle's tantrums was her aunt, so the day she died, her whole world shattered.
Some days, her uncle would not be home but at the pub instead and those days were blessings to her even if it meant that she would suffer from her cousin instead. She preferred to be hit by him than by his father because of the weight gradient between the two and the pure hate that was behind them, where Dudley only hit her for the pleasure of testing his strength.
However today was not one of those days she called blessings. Today she stayed at school the longer she could to avoid Dudley but he had waited for her an entire hour just to be able to beat her on the way back home. Then he left her there where she was whimpering in pain and she had to nearly crawl to her house because of the pain. Then when she came back at number 4, ten minutes too late, doom was unleashed upon her.
Today was the day her parents died seven years ago, today was the day her aunt died four years ago and today would be the day she would most probably die if the look that distorted her uncle's face was a divine sign. When he saw her late on this cursed day, already drunk for at least an hour, smelling like a dead rat, his face red from the alcohol and hatred, a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a belt in the other, he snapped on this inside.
He took her by the collar of the rags that were her clothes for the past four years and slammed her against the front door, smashing her head against it so hard that she thought she would have died only after one blow. He continued to smash her against it for a minute before throwing her inside the living room landing painfully on her right arm and hips, breaking her arm in a muffled crack.
When Dudley saw her flying through the door, he quietly hid behind the sofa trying to escape his mad father that couldn't make a difference between him and his cousin when he had taken this much alcohol and the strange liquids that he injected himself with a needle. He was like a mad man, and even him knew that what he was doing to her cousin was punishable by law, but what his father was doing here was torture and probably in a few minutes a murder.
Vernon entered the room and lifted Lyria from the floor behind flapping her so hard that her head snapped, her cervical cracked and she fell to the floor instantly, barely staying conscious. Though he was relentless, he crouched and hit her in the face once, twice with his bear like fist before throwing her on the sofa. There she tried to crawl out of his reach fearing for her life. She was desperate to escape, anywhere was safer than here. Her breath was uneven and she as in pure panicky mode, her fear was so deep that the unbearable pain from all her limbs was dulled by it.
When she thought she had managed to flee from him, she felt his enormous hand clench on her ankle and tract her back to him, dislocating her ankle at the same time causing her to let out a ear piercing scream of pain. One that made the blood of the coward Dudley freeze in his veins, hiding not a meter away from her. The Dursley patriarch grabbed her clothes and torn them into pieces, living top naked in front of him.
Being in a state of depravity and being less and less alike a human being after each second that passed, he felt aroused by her child body, this sick pleasure and disgusting thoughts that were forming into his mind were easily visible from Lyria's point of view and her panicked grew even wider. Her uncle's seeing her trying frantically to escape hit her in the face with all his strength and placed his hands around her little neck.
Her eyes grew wide, tears flowed from her eyes and she tried to scream him to stop, to beg him but no sounds came out as he began to choke her. Her head was under so much pressure that she thought her head would explode, her lungs were empty and aching like hell, her throat was a burning hell. She wished that she would have the right to die this instant to stop the pain.
But she did not die. He stopped choking her. She took deep breaths, trying to ignore the killing pain that hit her in waves at each flow of air. But soon all air left her lungs once again. Vernon had hit her so hard in the ribs that he broke three of them in one blow making her vomit the meagre meal that she had today.
Choking on her vomit, she had no time to recover as he began to use her as a punching ball, hitting her belly again and again and again, turning her skin a sick violet color. As her voice was hoarse and her throat so damaged that she couldn't even scream anymore one of the blows hit her harder than the other and this made her mind stop. She felt it. Something inside her body had been damaged beyond repair.
Vernon stopped hitting her and she thought that maybe it was because he thought she was dead. However all, thoughts of mercy or hope left her right away when she heard her uncle growl like an animal and saw him unbelt his pants. She couldn't even move away from him because of the pain and the fact that her uncle sat on her legs. When he elevated from her legs, he took her uniform skirt and tore it apart, her panties following the same fate a second later.
She knew what was coming for her and she could do nothing, he spread her legs and aimed at her sacred entrance. Then she felt it, he had not stopped, despite her silent prayers, her tears, her pain, he had not stopped. He had dared to rape her. He had dared defile her.
And once again, she felt something under her skin, under her limbs, coming from somewhere so deep inside her being, that she could not define it, like it was her core. She felt different. Behind the absolute pain, the unbearable humiliation, the nauseous disgust, she felt something when she saw all her blood on his hands. Her blood on his hideous organ.
Her blood...
Her own blood…
Her life fluid was leaving her…
Her virginity had been stolen from her…
At this very moment her eyes began to glow and her body began to grow colder and colder until the point were the sofa started to be covered in freeze. Vernon started to become wild as the temperature was so cold his brain did not even worked at all. All he saw was the glowing green emerald looking at him with so much hatred and killing intent that if he could, he would have he urinated on himself, when he saw her strange sharp canines grinding on each other.
He always thought that her canines were too prominent for them to be normal but no one seemed to agree with him and said that some human had longer ones than others. But at this moment where she opened her mouth wide to bite him like an enraged dog would, he felt that they were nothing normal.
Lyria bit his arm with all the strength her jaws could provide her and sucked on it like it was the most natural thing for her to do at this moment. His screams of pain seemed to be coming from so far in the state she was now. She no longer felt pain, only a need. A deep need to make him suffer and dry him of his blood.
And that she did. She let his arm go only to jump at his neck to bite it so hard that she felt his veins and arteries being ripped apart. His body went slowly numb and his fist that were trying to hit her moment ago to make her stop unclunched and fell on his sides. Sucked the life out was right. He was dead for sure and it brought her so much pleasure and relief to know that he was dead that she felt sick just by this very thought.
She just killed her uncle and she felt only relief, even pleasure from it. Something was wrong with her. Maybe her uncle was only right after all. She was a freak. She was an anomaly. When he tried to kill her, maybe he was trying to make the world better with her death.
She felt so sick that she vomited and emptied her whole stomach. But only blood came out as it was the only thing she had for days in herself. All of her uncle's blood.
Blood….
On her…
On the floor…
Everywhere…
On the walls…
In her mouth…
In her stomach…
In her womb…
She felt light headed and the world started to spin around her. She clawed at her forearms skin to feel pain and stay grounded to the living world.
She didn't even hear that the screams of panic and fear of Dudley had stopped, not even that the door of the living room had opened to reveal that someone was standing in the doorway looking taken aback by the morbid spectacle before his eyes. Just like that after trying to stay conscious for over a minute she fall into darkness only feeling the hellish pain coming back with full force.
From the other side of the room stood none other than Albus Dumbledore. The old man had been disturbed the whole day by an instrument in his office that was going wild, something that never happened before. This object was the one that was monitoring the living state of Lyria Potter and this made him leave his office at the very moment he understood the meaning of its buzzing.
He had made promise to himself to go and see if the girl was alright once a month and he had done so the first three years. From everything he saw, he was not satisfied but it was livable and decent. Her aunt was taking care of her and opposed herself to her husband on a regular basis to keep Lyria's life bearable and correct. So as his scheduled became tighter and tighter he had to stop coming so often and the fourth year he only came once as was the fifth year and not much seemed to have changed from what he saw even knowing that Petunia died, the girl seemed to be ok and not suffer.
He then did not have any spare time to go and see her when he had to take over the post of supreme Mugwump of the ICW. He did not came to see her in the last three years and with what he had before his eyes at this instant, he understood that it was one of the biggest mistake of his life.
Vernon Dursley was dead, his body empty of every drop of blood, his son was a mess because of it and had been stunned by himself, but the worst was Lyria. Even in his really long and war parsemed life, he never saw another human being in such a disastrous state. He casted all the monitoring and healing diagnoses spells that he new and was even more horrified by the results he was receiving.
Ultra low body temperature, major blood loss, uncountable number of bruises, five ribs, a radius, a collarbone and a cheekbone broken, damaged organs, internal hemorrhage and destroyed ovaries beyond repair making her unable to bear children in the future. It was one of the few times in his life where he did not know what to do.
If he went to they would asked why the Girl-who-lived was in such a state and even he did not know because he had been lenient. If he went to search Poppy Pomfrey's help she would kill him before saving the Potter heiress. If he went to Minerva it would be the same scenario. That only left him with one option, bringing her to the ancestral Potter Castle and hope that some house elves still lived there and that with their magic, they would be able to save and help her, he knew that the family magic that surrounded the ancient estate of the pureblood families helped those with the same blood in many ways.
He made his choice, he vanished the body of Vernon Dursley and used a very powerful spell that had the effect to erase him from the memory of everyone that knew him even if they just saw him once in their lives during less than a second. Moreover he erased the memories young Dudley and made him think that he was an orphan and that he went lost on the way to the orphanage, a memory that everyone would think was true in the muggle world. This powerful spells dried him from a lot of his magical reserves but he still had a lot of work to do. With one swift of his wand, everything in the house was replaced as it was before the Dursley even came to live in here and no trace of Lyria's passage remained, even if there weren't a lot of them before.
Then he thought of a way to carry Lyria with him without killing her in the process. Apparition was then immediately out of question, then flying on a broom might be too long to save her as was any muggle way of transport. So he chose to make a portkey out of a spoon and place it in Lyria's hand before taking the top between two of his fingers.
Then the world began to go crazy around him and landscapes succeed to one another before he landed softly in a gravel courtyard surrounded by a garden 'à la française' and in front of it was the small Castle Potter, that only was small at a castle scale because it had a two hundred square meter area and was a two story castle. He did not take his time to observe the castle even of it had been seven years since he last saw it.
He cast the mobilicorpus spell on Lyria and proceeded to make her enter the house of her ancestors. He was glad that the ward still allowed him to enter the house, he had no doubt that he could enter the grounds of the property but the house he wasn't sure.
Once inside he was assaulted by two old house elves that were at the ready to confront anyone that breached the door of their late master's noble castle.
"Who are you to enter this Castle! State your name and your intentions or we will act upon our late master's order to prevent anybody from entering his house! Said one of them.
-Hello Pixi, I'm Albus Dumbledore the old Headmaster of Fleamont and James Potter a friend Charlus Potter and the legal guardian of Lyria Potter last heir to the Potter family, here, Explained Dumbledore showing the destroyed body of the young Potter.
-Mistress is back! Mistress is back! Mistress Lyria is back! Cheered one of the elves before stopping his ranting when he saw the state in which she was.
-What happened to the young Mistress Headmaster Dumbledore?! Asked harshly one the creatures.
-I will explain later what happen when I will myself know exactly what happened but for now I beg you two to do something for her, it is a question of life or death, Kneeled the great Albus Dumbledore, most powerful wizard of his time, in front of two simple house elves imploring their help.
-We will definitely save the young Mistress! Assured the two elves before making her disappear and vanishing too, to begin treating her in urgency.
-What have I done… Never in my life did I fail this much someone… Nothing I will do will be able to erase those memories… Because I can't erase them, not to her, this would be a violation of her mind and soul… I can just be here when she wakes up and listen to her, let her insult me or hit for everything that happened to her that is my fault…"
Like this Albus Dumbledore went back to his office in Hogwarts and went to sleep immediately in order to be at the Potter residence at the first hour of the day despite all the work he had to do. With such a failure as a human being, he felt like no work was as important as being there to take care of the Potter heiress.
The following morning - Potter Castle
The Headmaster of Hogwarts appeared in front the main door and entered the house. Then he called for the house elves waiting patiently for a response. After ten minutes he began to think that maybe even after eight hours of surgery, they still were taking care of Lyria's wound.
This thought made him shiver and sorrow was written on his face and he seemed to be really old at this instant. He waited two long hours in silence, sitting on a sofa in the reception room, waiting for one of the elves to come and fetch him. When he began to lose hope of ever seeing the last Potter again, a distinctive crack sound could be heard at the other end of the room. He lifted his head observed the frowned features of the one responding to the name of Pixi.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, the young mistress is alive and safe. We have secured her life and made sure that everything that was repairable had been repaired. However some of her injuries, even with our special magic, need time to heal properly. She have of a terrible cerebral commotion and a major blood loss, and it will take time for her to readjust this. What is the most alarming though is that she will not be able to bear any child in the future and we are not sure whether or not she will be able to talk once again because of the damage of her vocal strings, Detailed Pixi under the devastated gaze of the eldest Dumbledore.
-Are you sure she will be alright omitting those two facts? Will she live normally? Or is there any psychological definitive damages? Inquired the old man.
-We cannot say anything for now, she is still unconscious.
-Ah… I see… Then I will go back to my office to get the work done… Is it possible to ask one of you to tell me when she is awake… If she agrees to see me, I would have a lot things to apologise to her…
-We will do so, but the decision to see you is to the young Mistress to take, Told him the elves without flinching.
-Of course… After all if she is in this situation it is entirely my fault… And only mine… Well I'm off then…"
Once again he went back to his office, without having lifted the enormous weight that was on his heart and without having explained his reasons to his protege. He worked harder than ever before on all his paperworks and duties to have free time when needed to go back there.
Hours later
Far away from Hogwarts, in a blue, emerald and gold coloured bedroom, layed Lyria Potter. She was in a four poster king size bed, the ice blue velour curtains were closed to prevent any light from entering her shelter. The ceiling of her bed was an embroidery depicting the eden garden and it was a beautiful piece of art. The mahogany used for the bed and the quality of the sheets showed the wealth of the Potter family.
This was on this embroidered ceiling that her gaze concentrated when she painfully opened her eyes for the first time in two days. She felt pain everywhere in her body, but it seemed to be dulled by something. What ached the most though was her neck and her belly. She couldn't move her neck at all so she stayed like this observing the ceiling and contemplating the piece of art.
She did not know where she was nor how she ended up here but it did not matter at the moment. She was in the most comfy and large bed she had ever seen, the temperature was perfect, the sheets were silky and of the most agreeable tissues, the sun was blocked by the beautiful curtains and she felt at home for the first time in her a life for an odd reason.
She was completely relaxed. If she was here without being attached, that her pain was dulled like after taking morphine and that no one bothered her then it could only mean that the one that hosted her at the moment only wanted her best for the moment. So she just remained there enjoying her rest. She didn't know for how long she would be at peace, praying that it would last forever.
As if she was doomed or cursed, her wish went into the void when only one minute later the door opened. She faked to be asleep, afraid if what could happen to her if she was found awake. She hear small feet tapping the floor, coming forward closer and closer to her. She began to panicked once again, her breath went uneven and sweat began to appear on her forehead and back. She thought she was going to freak out when she heard it. A little high hitch voice calm and reassuring that seemed to only wish her well being.
"Mistress still is not awake… I hope she will be fine after all we have tried to save her… Don't worry Mistress Lyria, Pixi and Fily are going to take care of you… No one is going to touch you ever again we promise to protect you, Said the gentle voice, this words made her cry silently, this much compassion and care were not something she was used to.
-Thank… you… , she whispered without noticing the sound escaped her mouth before the pain washed through her from her sore and heavily bruised throat.
-Mistress?... Mistress?... Are you awake?... Don't be afraid of me, I am your humble servant… I only wish the best for you because you are my late Master's daughter and my new Mistress… , With this words, Lyria opened her eyes and she tried to look at the person that was talking to her but she did not managed to do it because of her painful neck.
-Who … are… you…
-My name is Fily and I am one of your house elves… Oh no! Don't try to move your neck it is still damaged and you need to rest… I'll climb on the bed if you want me to appear in front of you… , Continued the voice.
-Climb then… But don't… come near… me… Please… , Accepted still afraid.
-As you wish Mistress Lyria, She felt something small and light climb on the bed and then her body felt light too, elevated from the cushions then she arrived in a sitting position. And she saw him… It… Or whatever it was.
-Wh… What are you… You… You're not human… Are you? Asked taken aback the raven haired girl, her voice so hoarse and painful that each word felt like knives were piercing her throat.
-Oh no of course I'm not, I'm a house elf, He said proudly before seeing the eyebrows of his mistress frowning, I assume you don't know anything about magic, do you Mistress?
-I'm completely... lost… Can… Can you… enlighten me... please? Shyly responded Lyria before coughing loudly, spitting blood in the process, her eyes full of tears because of the pain.
-Don't force yourself to talk Mistress, Fily is a bad elf to cause pain to his Mistress! Please take some rest, relax and return to sleep. I'll tell you whatever you want after you took some good rest and you can stay awake without being in so much pain", He said before snapping his fingers making her fall asleep instantly.
The house elf then immediately cleaned the sheets, climbed down the bed, closed the curtains and walked to the door before wishing a good night to his Mistress. He already live her very much despite the little time he had known her. After all, he was the one that helped her mother give birth so it was only natural for him to like her.
He snapped his fingers and appeared inside the Headmaster's office only making him look past his glasses and raise an at the sudden intrusion. Then he recognised him as one of the Potter's house elves and looked at him curiously.
"The young Mistress has awaken but she was in so much pain that I had to send her back to sleep… We will continue to heal her for some times and then only then you will be able to meet her Headmaster , for now she is not ready… She suffers too much for the moment", Announced the house elf depressed. Albus only nodded and returned to work as the house elf disappeared once again.
While he was working on his paperwork, his mind was wandering elsewhere thinking about his old friend Charlus Potter, a man that had been his only childhood friend, a man that was less talented than him but that was the best and most influential politician he ever saw. He was able just by saying some few words to convince the people that he was the man they needed and galvanize a crowd to the point where they could go to war and die for him.
He also was the man that stayed the longest at the post of Minister for Magical Britain for the longest period. He was a true leader and was the only man that Albus ever truly admired for what he was. Under his rule, magical Britain made its greatest jump in time, accepting revolutionary laws and rules that completely changed the archaic and bigoted society of the past that had stayed with the traditions of the thirteenth century.
Albus made a summary of his relationship with the Potter and saw that each time they needed him the most, he had failed them. Because he was a coward and was afraid to fight Grindelwald even after destroying the blood pact between them, Charlus, Fleamont and his two eldest sons died by the hand of the german Dark Lord.
When James needed him to hide and protect his family he gave it to him with the best of his abilities but overseeing the fact that there was a traitor among them causing their death.
Finally when Lyria needed the safest and most loving childhood ever, he in fact gave her the worst possible experience of life. He imagined that she was psychologically devastated now. Being tortured like she was for he did not know how many years, being nearly beaten to death, being nearly raped by her own uncle, treated like a slave and a parasite by her relatives. He would not even blame her if she ended up becoming the next Dark Lady in the future years to come.
Of course he did not surrendered yet, however he could not deny that he had failed her so hard and made her live through so much atrocities that maybe he had destroyed everything that was good in her. She most probably hated the muggles now and even then the wizards that put her in the lion's den, when she will hear about the wizards.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he did not hear that someone had been knocking for five minutes now. Only when he heard his name being nearly screamed throughout the door did he reacted.
"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE! Insisted the slightly unnerved voice of his transfiguration teacher.
-Yes yes Minerva come in! Sighed the old man coming back to the real world and looking at the cat like woman entering and looking sternly at him.
-I thought I would have to wait at your door for an hour Albus, She ticked.
-Please excuse me my dear but I was lost in memories of a better time, He lied while putting on his grandfather smile on his face.
-Not to me Albus, I can see that something is bothering you, Continued sternly the Scottish woman.
-Well yes something is bothering me but it is not the point… Why did you came here Minerva? What can I do for you?
-Hum… I came her because I was wondering if you had seen Lyria Potter this past years, it was on my mind for a long time now but I was surprised to not hear news of her from you for three years. I thought until now that you just never had the chance to talk about it to me but I just wanted to know if everything was… alright? She had never seen before the face of her mentor decomposed itself gradually like that for at least half a century. She instantly knew that something was wrong.
-Of all the subjects that you had to come and discuss with it was this one that you had to choose… Maybe it is fate knocking at my door after all, Sighed the most powerful wizard of the century.
-What is wrong with the grill Albus… And don't lie to me or I will know it, Asked coldly the cat woman sensing that she would not like what she was about to hear.
-There is no reason to hide the truth from you … This is what I know for now… , Dumbledore explained everything that he knew from his point of view and then waited for her to explode. For that he did not needed to wait for too long.
-Albus… Do you realise that you probably purely destroyed her putting her in this household… Do you even imagine what she had to go through there?... DO YOU EVEN REALISE IN WHICH STATE SHE MIGHT BE NOW! DO YOU THINK THAT ANY CHILD SHOULD HAVE TO FACE THIS ATROCITIES THAT EVEN MAKE SHIVER FULLY GROWN AND POWERFUL ADULTS! IS THAT ALL! DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME ALBUS!
-DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE I DID NOT KNOW THIS ALREADY! NEVER IN MY LIFE DID I HATED MYSELF AS MUCH AS I DO NOW! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME THIS! DON'T YOU THINK I AM THE ONE WHO KNOWS BEST WHAT HAPPENED TO HER AND HOW MUCH SHE SUFFERED! DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT I AM EMOTIONLESS I HAD A SISTER THAT DIED BECAUSE OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE!
-THEN HOW COULD YOU MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE ONCE AGAIN! ARE SO FULL OF YOURSELF THAT YOU THOUGHT THIS WOULD NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!
BOOM !
A canon like sound escaped the wand of the eldest Dumbledore, his trembling, and this shutted up his transfiguration professor in an instant. She was taken aback by such a violent reaction, never before had she saw the great Albus Dumbledore lose its temper even during the most dire straights of war. But the man she face now was the shadow of her mentor.
-Ariana's life was a living hell because of those muggles bullies, she ended up being an obscurus because of them… It was all my fault for not protecting her… For being away from her… All my fault… And I let it happen to young Lyria too… But this time… This time I will most definitely save her… I will do everything in my power to ensure her well being from now on… Never again will she face such horrendous situations… Of that I swear upon my magic to protect and help Lyria Potter with the full power of my abilities and powers, so more it be, Swore the old man while keeping in his hand the Elder Wand. The transfiguration mistress was so shocked that she did not even noticed that she had sit down.
-What… Did you… Did you just… Swore an oath on your magic… To Lyria Potter…
-Yes that is exactly what I just did, Said lifeless the old man before he took his head in his hands.
-Albus …
-I explained to you everything I know for the moment… I will ask you to leave me alone for the night, please.
-Yes… Of course, goodnight Albus.
-Goodnight Minerva… Goodnight."
Like this the transfiguration mistress exited the office and wandered in the corridors of Hogwarts for a moment her mind overthinking on the informations she just received before going back to her quarters.
In the Headmaster's case, he was just sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, eyes closed, thinking about what he could do to protect his charge in the future that was awaiting whether she forgive him or not.
For the moment, the death eaters were no longer a threat in the position in which they were at the moment. Even with their connections in the ministry, their money and their political power, they could not attempt anything against her. This was a huge change from eight years later. In the past his decision was motivated with the fact that no household even those of the most powerful families were not out of reach of the death waters even after the fall of the Dark Lord.
The Bones, the Longbottom, the Macmillan, all three were powerful houses that were nearly destroyed by only death eaters that wanted to continue their master's plans and his legacy. Now things had changed and a sort of peace was reigning so keeping Lyria in the wizarding world seemed like a possibility now. Moreover he was in a state where he only had to care for her and not try to protect everyone like he had to during the war and at the end of it with only the remaining member of the order.
He felt like now was a good time to accustom Lyria slowly and peacefully to the wizarding world. However something felt wrong with the girl, when she defended herself against Vernon, even if he didn't saw it, it seemed like the man had been dried from its blood. This was no common magic to be able to accidentally use blood magic, that was one of the rarest and difficult branch of magic.
He felt like he had to investigate on the Potter family to try and see if this was in the past a common ability of them. So he stood up and went to his proper library searching for ancient and noble families. When he found the book that he wanted to look into, he grabbed it and went back to his desk to begin reading it.
He turned the pages to P and started to search for Potter. He passed in front of Parkinson, Patil, Peverell, Purcell, Prewett and the Potter. There he read only the section that talked about unique abilities of a family if there were one but he found that they had none. Intrigued he read the part where their history was written. There he saw they appeared in England in the fourteenth century and came from Italy before that. He searched then in a book with the nobles families of Italy and found none of them being named Potter.
All the more surprised and intrigued, he started to search for anything bounded to the Potter and after hours of reading he managed to found that before they moved to England they were from a family named Potteria. This family was not a very opened or well known family from what he could read. The book didn't mentioned the number they were, nor what their political position was, nor how much money did they possessed, not even what their status was.
This made him frowned, how could so little be known about a family that seemed to be very powerful and influential in Italy. Not defeated yet, even after having read for nearly eight hours straight, he picked a book that reported all the reasons of human migration in the late fourteenth century but found that nothing seemed to have a relation with the emigration of the Potter in England. Then he tested one that was about the great plagues of the fourteenth century.
This one was the good one. How could he know? He just knew it deep down inside of him, something told him that the truth about the Potter family was in there. He searched everything, the disease of the grains, the flowers, the bees, the animals, the creatures and the humans. He looked into everything starting from the corps to the animals then jumping to the humans but still not finding what he wanted.
When he thought of going to bed instead of doing a blank night, he felt like he was missing something and opened the section about the magical creatures. He read about the werewolves that were in a constant augmentation in this century because the disease being more volatile with the population fluxes being greater. Them he read about the veela crisis that involved two great merchant guilds that tried to enslave the majority of them near Venice but ended up burned to death and spreading a disease contracted at the contact of poisonous weapons used by the veela peoples.
Finally he arrived to the Vampire section and saw something he did not know : The Great Purge of the Feveret Sanguis. It seemed like the vampires of the whole world were touched by a mortal and very volatile disease that affected their very essence and killed them slowly and painfully or stripped them of their powers making them into simple wizards. At the same time a massive muggle and wizard hunt for the vampires began and nearly annihilated the whole race all around the world.
Then he saw that the major populations of vampires were concentrated in the eastern and the southern countries of Europe. Moreover a lot of the ones touched by the disease fled to the western countries, mostly England and France. When the old Headmaster read this, everything seemed to come together. The fact that there were no records of the Potteria family, then the sudden arrival of the Potter family in England and the mystery about their arrival, the mysterious death of a great number of them not long after their arrival, the fact that they seemed to be really knowledgeable in terms of dark creatures, their positions in politics, their secretive nature about their origins and their traditions and moreover the fact that Vernon Dursley was dried out of his blood.
But one thing made no sense. If they were touched by the Feveret Sanguis and that they were kicked out of the Potteria family then that would mean they were only normal wizards now and not vampires anymore. Moreover never Charlus nor Fleamont nor his sons showed any vampire's abilities or abnormalities. So it was impossible for Lyria to be a vampire. Yet contrary to the members of her family she clearly showed signs of being a vampire after a good observation and knowing the recent self defense kill. Her ivory skin, her longer canines, the lightly glowing eyes, the raven black hairs and the coldness of her body, were if all put together discreet signs of her being a vampire.
This could only mean one thing, Lyria was the first vampire of the family since the death of the Potteria branch and that she had overcome the disease that touched her bloodline by he didn't know what miracle or curse. Maybe the reflected killing curse was the reason, maybe not he wasn't sure of anything at this point.
Therefore he now knew how to proceed, he just needed to read everything he could about vampires, in accurate and factual books. He didn't want to read all the ramblings of a little uninteresting racist about the subject like a Dolores Umbridge about the centaur or the werewolves. Though for now, he needed a good sleep and a good sleep he would have. He then headed to his quarters and just went to sleep immediately.
Four days later
The Headmaster had two good days of work, he cleared a lot of his schedule due to a greater amount of work on his sides and his no-nonsense politic of the past week. He decided that he would not assist as much as before the Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, in order to save some spare time for his research. Speaking about his research, he was accumulating a good amount of knowledge about this nearly extinct race and not involved in any modern society after the disaster that hit their race six hundred years before.
As glad as he was to find a lot of interesting and useful informations on this mysterious race, he also grew more and more wary of them. They were a race known for their intelligence, their beauty and their honor code but also for their bloodlust, their urges, their vicious and their emotion driven nature. The more he learnt about them the more difficult it seemed for him to help Lyria, being a race that usually acted on their emotions and not on their reason.
Those qualities and flaws made them a race of passionate and dangerous warriors in the past that never lost a war against the wizard kind or the goblin kind. But it also made them devious beings ready to die or kill any threat for the one they loved, to cross the forbidden lines of what was authorised and what was not or to fall for the seven deadly sins.
But something also pained him, they were a race of beings not able to withstand for too long the sunlight, with unstable immunity defenses that depended on the quality and quantity if their blood at the moment of the infection and that could not heal with wizard potions or muggle medicines. While he read this, he felt like his presence was required at Lyria's side to help her recover, otherwise he thought that she would maybe never recover from her tragedy.
This was like that, that he appeared at the front door of the Potter Castle and announced his presence, waiting for a house elf to come and greet him. He did not have to wait for too long as Pixi arrived quickly with a morbid and sad expression on his face that instantly alarmed Dumbledore.
"Hello Pixi, why are you making such a face? Is my presence so unwanted here? Joked the Headmaster to lighten the atmosphere and to calm his own nerves.
-Not at all! You are always welcome here professor! The problem is that Mistress Lyria's condition has worsened a lot in the past five days, so much so that we kept her asleep the longer we could with our magic and fed her by banishing food in her stomach to keep her alive… However the more time that pass the worse her condition is getting… Her breath is uneven even in her sleep, she cries if we leave her alone for more than ten minutes despite being asleep… Her skin is constantly as cold as polar ice even with our warming spells and her hairs are now a sick grey… We don't know what to do, we fear that we won't be able to save her… We are a disgrace to the house elf race and to our Mistress, Cried the house elf in the robes of the old man.
-This confirms my greatest fear and it also confirms my theory on the vampire's health system… Don't worry Pixi, I think we might be able to save your Mistress if we have the good instruments and supply, Said the old Headmaster that then asked for the elf to guide him to Lyria's bedroom. When they arrived at the door the elf stopped.
-Mistress Lyria didn't want anyone to enter her room other than Fily and me, even the goblin doctor that we hired yesterday had to return home without seeing her because she didn't want to see anyone or that anyone touch her… Pixi thinks she gave up on life, she refuse to be fed anymore and asked us to stop giving her medicines or to use our magic to heal her… The last time she was awake she told me that she suffered so much that she wanted it to end soon… She told me that she was tired to live in such a cruel world and that maybe death was her salvation… Whatever caused her to be in such a state affected her to the point of her wanting to end her life, Explained the elf between his sobs.
-Pixi… I can't let young Lyria die. I made a promise to her great grandfather to protect his family and preserve it from all odds if I could help. And now I can help her so I won't let her die like that, we will save her. You will help me, won't you? Inquired the old man before the elf nodded his big head back and forth.
-Yes of course. Pixi will let you enter. Please help us save the young Mistress.
-Of course. Well we need to hurry before her condition worsen even more, Ordered the Headmaster. They entered the bedroom that was completely in the dark, the bed and the windows were hidden by the big velour curtains.
-She is resting for the moment, she is in a sort of stasis, Explained the elf when he opened the curtains to the bed to reveal the disastrous state in which the last Potter was.
-I think it would be better if she stayed like that for the duration of her cure, Stated the late professor of transfiguration.
-That was not an idea that crossed our mind to stop the stasis professor, Said the voice of Fily that was on hidden at the other side if the bed, showing himself to the visitors, I thought the Mistress's order to not let anyone enter the room were clear Pixi.
-Yes they were but Pixi wants as much as Fily to see her getting better and stay with us than die and Pixi is ready to face every punishment she will give me after she gets better, Firmly said the proud house elf of the Potter family that was Pixi.
-Fily, I am deeply sorry to make you disobey your Mistress' order but you, as much as us, want her to get better and to be able to enjoy the pleasure of life, don't you? Asked the old man.
-Of course… Fily prefers to be a bad elf than to see his last Mistress die like that, Said the small creature while his ears were batting in the air.
-Well then it's settled, we will need every arms available to maximize our chance for it to work, Announced the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Pixi I need you to go fetch a certain miss named Petra Helms, she is a muggle surgeon and an old friend of mine, tell her to take everything she needs for an urgency surgery and to ask you to buy everything she needs, Like this the elf nodded and disappeared, Fily I need you to prepare a room were we would be able to work properly and to take Lyria there.
-Fily will do this" Told the strict elf and vanished too.
Albus was now alone in the room with the dying young girl, he looked at the closed curtains that hid her body from his sight and sighed, a pained expression on his face. He retired from the room and went back to his office in Hogwarts where he was sure he could find an ancient gift that would be useful. He started to search for this particular gift but was not able to find it right away.
During his search, Pixi popped in his office to announce him that his friend would only be available in two days because he already had his planning full but that he could clear it for him to have a free day. With that information in mind, Dumbledore nodded and called Fily to tell him that he would need him to transport Lyria in two days and not before.
Two days later - Potter Castle
When Lyria awoke, she found herself still in her bed, hungry like never before and with the same hellish pain waving through her entire body, she felt so tired despite all those hours of sleep that she just lied in her bed, staring at her ceiling, thinking about what she was about to experience.
"I feel more exhausted each day that pass and the pain grows more and more unbearable… But it's fine… It's nearly the end of this miserable life that is mine… Papa, Mama, wait for me a little longer, I'm coming to see you soon… Whatever awaits me after death cannot be worse than what life threw at me… What a relief… It's nearly the end"
"Don't give up… Don't give up… You have to live … Just don't give up…"
"But I'm so tired of this life… Why don't you just let me go… You would stop my suffering so much quickly… Why do you continue to maintain me alive… I don't want to live anymore… Just let me go… please"
"That I cannot do… I will never give up on you… So don't you ever give up on me..."
"Why are you doing this… Who are you to do this to me… Why not just end my unbearable pain…"
"I don't know why… Something push me to not let you give up… And strangely… I can't tell you who I am, like all the times before… I don't know why but I can't… Moreover… Why would I end your life when you can be saved…"
"I don't want to be saved… I couldn't care less than dying… I just want the suffering to stop… I just want to stop hearing you… If you are not with me… If you don't want to let me die… You must be one of them… Of those that want to hurt me… You want me to continue suffering for nothing but your pleasure… I hate you… I hate you…"
"Don't. You. Say. That. You. Hate. Me. Ever. Again… Because… I… I don't know why… But… Deep inside… I like you… I have compassion for you… I want you to live… To get better… To enjoy life… To grow old… To meet me… To keep me company… Like you always did for eight years… Always talking to me in the dark… When I was desperate you helped me… So it is normal that I help you… Because I care for you… Like you cared for me…"
"That's false… How can I care for you… And you care for me… If you don't exist… You always talked about magic… About flying brooms… About wand… About Quidditch… About wizard and witch… But nothing of it exists… It is just fantasy… You are a part of my imagination… Just that… An imaginary friend... Created by my imagination… So now… I want you to disappear… Or let me die in peace…"
"You are awful saying those mean things to me… I really care for you… And I exist, like everything I told you… I am not imaginary, because I live… I breathe… I eat… I drink… I sleep… I laugh… I cry… And I hurt too… And when you deny me, my heart and brain hurt… Do you enjoy hurting me… Because I don't enjoy seeing you hurt or hurting you… Quite the contrary… Do you think I feel well when you feel bad… No it's false… Since the first day we talked… I feel a part of what you feel… And now I hurt a lot… So I can only imagine how much you hurt… But don't give up… If you don't do it for you… Do it for me…"
"You're mean… Using such methods… You make me feel awful… Can you make a promise…"
"Yes… As long as it stays in the possible realm…"
"If I don't give up… If I survive… I want to meet you… I want you to become a real friend… Is that possible ?..."
"Yes… It is… You will survive… And one day… We will meet… Become friends… Enjoy life together… Laugh, cry, play, be bored, travel… Everything that you want… I will make you discover my world… And you make me discover yours… We will be the best friends of the world… That is a promise… And I never break a promise…"
"Thank you… For everything… I don't hate you… And I know you did not lie to me… My friend…"
"I'm glad… I have to go now… We can talk later on… Don't give up like you promised… See you…"
"See you…"
Tears began to roll on Lyria's cheeks as she closed her eyes, starting to breathe more heavily. She had decided that she would fight, fight for her life. She had decided that she would live and get better. She decided that even if she had the worst start possible in life, she would brighten her future. However sometimes, fighting hurted more than just doing nothing. With this state of mind, she took charge of the situation at hand.
"Pixi... Fily, She called weakly and within the next seconds she heard the door being opened, Thank you... for being here... for me you two... I changed... my mind... I want you two... to do... everything you can… to keep me alive... and help me... get better...
-Mistress Lyria, Cried Pixi, Pixi will do everything he can to make you feel better.
-Fily too will help you, Pixi and Fily even took the liberty to call a new doctor to heal you.
-That's… great? I will... trust you two… can you two... put me back... into sleep... I am... so tired... and painful now" Said Lyria from behind her curtains, hidden from the eyes of her servants. The two house elves, put her back into sleep, then went to greet the Headmaster and his muggle doctor friend that just arrived.
At the entrance of the little Castle, the Supreme Mugwump was entertaining his muggle friend.
"You see Petra, the young Lady that you will see today is my protege and I care for her like a granddaughter, her name is Lyria, Explained the old man.
-I see, Hummed the old surgeon, Is she a witch too? Or is she a muggle like me?
-Well my friend it is more complicated than that, He said while stroking his beard.
-How so? How can it be more complicated Albus.
-Well… There is no point in hiding this as you will have to know everything about her condition to heal her… Well young Lyria Potter is a half Vampire half witch.
-Are you joking? Asked gobsmacked the surgeon.
-I'm afraid not, Replied calmly the most powerful wizard still living.
-Well that's a shocking news… And I thought that I was finished with the surprises thirty years ago when I healed you and you told me about your world. Well I must assume that she has not the same immune system and body as us, Inquired Petra.
-You're right, she has a very low immune system and as a Vampire, our medicines, muggle or wizard, have no effect on her and she need an extra income of fresh and pureblood to ingest in order to activate her incredibly strong immune system otherwise she has the low one activated, Detailed the Headmaster.
-That's good to know, and now, I know why I am carrying with me eight liters of blood in my wallet. You know that if someone saw me at the hospital with this much blood, I would have been in huge troubles, Sighed the muggle mistress of the human body.
-I know and for all the efforts you have had to do for me I've prepared an adequate reward. Ah… I think that our host's caretakers have come to greet us and guide us to her" Finished the old wizard before they were greeted by the two house elves and taken to the surgery room.
Once there, Petra nodded her head in approval at the sight of the plain white and stabilised room through the glass door. She went to a room to change herself and take a good shower in order to eliminate all the bacteria that could be on her. Then the house elves came to dress her because her hands needed to stay the cleaner possible. Once fully prepared and her instruments all set on a table near the operation table, she gestured for the house elves to go fetch her patient.
However she couldn't believe what she just saw as the corpse of the young girl just appeared out of thin air before her eyes. The house elves had used their magic to clean Lyria and put her in a surgery dress, her hairs in a bonnet. When she returned to her concentrated state, she gestured for the house elves to prepare helping her during the surgery, Albus by her side, ready to use the magic he possessed to help in case it was needed.
The muggle surgeon read what were the symptoms and things she had to take care of then began to do her well known job. Her hands were moving perfectly, calmly and with such dexterity that the old age she seemed to have never did show during the four hours of operations she proceeded.
First, she made place the catheter and joined them to the blood sterile bag. She began then to operate the nearly destroyed vocal ropes, with surgical precision and with the help of some magic she read about and asked Albus to practice, he repaired them with ease.
Secondly she proceeded to manually replace all the broken bones and to keep them in place, before she would place them into a cast. She then replace every ribs at the right place, took away the little fragments that were near her vital organs and once again with help of Albus repaired the lungs, not wanting to operate them if she could just repair them magically.
Then she attacked one of the worst part of his job. It never was a pleasure for her to have to butcher another woman from her ovaries but these were damaged beyond repair even with magic according to the mass of books Albus read on the subject and to the specialist he interrogated before obliviating the conversation form their memories. She was so, in the obligation to remove them in order to prevent them from rotting inside her body.
Finally, she worked stomach and liver that had been bruised badly but still repairable. That was one of the hardest part of the surgery and she was glad that she accepted the strange potion from Albus before the operation. He said that it would prevent her from being tired for a complete day and that her focus would be at his highest for the time being.
This had frankly been one of her hardest surgery of all time, having to operate on so many organs and part of the body at once felt like a bad joke, but here she was standing in front of the mostly repaired body of the young Lady that inhabited this little Castle in the west of England near Liverpool.
She had done everything she could, now Lyria just needed some rest, some blood and if Albus was correct, her body would start to finish healing her slowly but surely by itself. Albus thanked her at least four times which seemed to be rare coming from the old wizard, and she received a medical set of potions with a manual that instructed the exact properties of each potions.
She knew however that the wizards would not share their knowledge with the muggles and vice versa so the potions were protected by a spell that would prevent them from being reproduced. Her presence not needed anymore she bade goodbye to Albus and was then sent back home by one of the house elf of the Potter family.
Then the two servant then made all the dirty instruments and compress vanish from the room and levitated their Mistress back to her bedroom, where she would rest and begin to absorb all the blood that Petra had brought with her. Albus looked at her one more time, there, sleeping peacefully in her oversized bed, her pale skin seemed to be gaining colour after each drop of blood that entered her body, her hairs were insanely slowly getting back to their ancient raven black.
With the speed at which she was recovering, he esteemed that she would return to her normal self in a month or so and that she would have fully recovered in six months. He was hopeful that she would go back to normal soon enough for her to get accustomed to the wizarding world, but not too much. However he was not as hopeful in terms of her mental state, enduring what she had endured at such a young age and with so little good memories and experience, he feared that never in her life Lyria Potter would be able to pardon men and muggles perhaps also the wizarding community.
With those dark thoughts in mind, he retreated from her bedroom and carefully closed the door to let her have peace for once in her life. He walked through the dark halls of the Potter Castle and was unable to tear his eyes off the ground as he walked, fearing to see the dorming faces of all the Potter that he had failed in the past or to see their awake features showing their disgust for him for he did to Lyria Potter their last descendant.
Ashamed of himself but glad that he could try to redeem for his wrong doings, the Headmaster of Hogwarts climbed down the stairs and began to head for the big front door of the little castle, then he headed for the end of the grounds to retire and return to his beloved school. Though little did he know that what he had done for the past two weeks for Lyria Potter were the best decisions he ever made in his life, preventing the end of a millenar family and most probably the rise of a new Dark Lady, for his action had not gone unnoticed by the house elves that would be sure to praise his efforts to their Mistress.