A/N: If you're confused in this chapter, I made a little family tree for you to follow:
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Chapter 7 – He Had It Coming
January 2030
The doorbell rang. Lorcan Scamander opened his eyes. Who could be ringing his doorbell at this time of day? He thought.
He slowly got up to answer the door. He opened it slowly and looked through the crack. It was Alice Longbottom.
"Alice?" He asked.
"Hey," She said enthusiastically.
"Er, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I never really got a chance to really say thank you so much for getting me those tickets! They are my absolute favorite band."
"It really was no problem, Alice. But you really didn't have to come all the way over here to tell me that."
"Well, no, but I was in the area and thought I'd tell you again how much it was appreciated." She is so bubbily. He thought.
"Well, you're welcome." Lorcan said. She nodded.
"Well, I best be off, I just thought I'd drop…" She looked past him.
"What?" He asked.
"What's that?" She asked pointing to something in his home. Lorcan looked behind him at what she was pointing at. It was his cauldron.
"Uh, a cauldron." He said.
"Yeah, but it's huge!" she said.
"Yeah, I well made it."
"You did?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I've been trying to invent things. You know trying to make a living."
"What kind of things?" It was weird, but Lorcan loved when people were interested in things he had to say.
"I want to make a potion that will cure whatever that needs to be cured or I want to create a useful spell that can be used in battles. Something that comes to mind."
"Oh wow! That's really cool." Alice said impressed.
"Er, do you want to see?"
"Really? I get to see?" Lorcan laughed at her.
"Yeah, why not? Come in." He moved out of the way and let her in. He closed the door quietly behind her.
"So, what do you have so far?" She asked looking around. Instead of a kitchen it was turned into some kind of laboratory.
"I order a lot." He caught her looking for his kitchen. "Otherwise I offer you tea." She smiled and shrugged. They walked into the lab. He looked at a vile and picked it up.
"To answer your question. I started with this potion."
"And that is?"
"I haven't got a name for it, but it supposed to relieve dragon rashes for awhile. I'm trying to figure out how to cure it completely, but it takes time.
Alice looked around the lab. She was about to touch a vile when she looked at Lorcan who was watching her carefully.
"May I?" She asked.
"Be my guest." Alice picked it up and looked at the vile carefully. She placed it back.
"You know I've got some rare ingredients back at my home that my father likes to send me. I really have no use for them. Would you like them?"
"Sure." Lorcan said. He was suddenly glad he let her in.
"Could I ask you something?" She asked.
"Ask away."
"These potions and spells, do you mind…do you mind if I come and watch you? I mean I'm just curious and I really have no other life out in the real world. I mean if you don't want me here, I'll understand. I can be a total nuisance when I want to be. But I was…"
"Alice." She stopped and looked at him. "I really don't mind." She smiled.
"Really?"
"Really. I could use a assistant."
"Oh good! How can I ever thank you enough?"
"Well, I afraid I can't pay you, but I can when I can."
"I don't want money. I just really want to help." Lorcan smiled.
"Well, then you came to the right place."
"I'm glad." Alice said.
"Breath in, breath out." Roxanne said to herself in the mirror. She had never gotten stage fright, but singing in millions of fans was really nerve wrecking. It was even worse that for past month the band had been advertising how much they are coming out with a new improved approach.
Fans were going crazy for days. They really liked this band and Roxanne felt she was going to ruin it for everyone.
It was a half an hour to show time and soon she didn't feel so confident.
There was a knock on her dressing room door.
"Uh, come in. "She said a bit too chipper. She looked in the mirror to see Lysander Scamander come in.
"Hey, rock star, you pumped?" Lysander asked.
"Yeah!" She said a little too high again.
"You're not getting cold feet are you?" he asked.
"No, not a chance." She said. This is what she wanted.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Yeah, uh, just a bit nervous." Lysander pulled up a chair and sat on it backwards.
"Roxie, you never get nervous." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"Yeah, I know, but I feel like I might screw up and you guys have been working so hard for this."
"Don't leave yourself out. You have been working hard too and you are really good. You got to believe that."
"Are you just saying that to make me stay or do you really think I have a good voice for this band? Please be honest." Roxie said to him. Ly looked at her for awhile.
"Roxie, you got to be pulling my leg, right?" He asked her seriously even though it could have meant to be a joke. "You're really good and you know that I would tell you if you weren't. Roxie, if I didn't says so, you could carry this band to fame if you wanted to with you r voice. You probably don't even need us."
"Ok, maybe you're over-exaggerating."
"No, I'm not." He said still staring at her. "I believe you can do this. You can believe it too. It's there and I know how much you want this. So go show them who you are and that you're meant to be here."
"Thanks Ly."
"Eh, don't mention it. See you in ten minutes, rock star." Roxanne nodded as he left. She took a deep breath.
No matter what happens, life goes on. Roxanne said to herself.
9 minutes later…
The curtains were about to open. They could hear all the fans screaming their name. Roxanne's hands were shaking with the microphone in her hands.
She was positioned to enter when her time was scheduled.
The band started to play. The beat spread across the stage and crept up her legs. She felt the rhythm pound in her veins. It raced through her body and then reached her heart.
At that moment, she knew this song. She rehearsed over and over. She knew the moves and the tone. Her time was now.
She danced to the beat as she entered on the stage. Her voice began to rise across the whole stadium. She could hear her own voice ringing in her ears.
Right on key.
The audience went wild. Screaming and trying to sing along.
It really didn't matter what people saw you as or how you were supposed to act. Every mistake that you make can be fixed. Nobody really notices any way. Just keep it flowing.
Someone had taught her that. That was her brother, Fred. This is for him. She thought.
We all screw up sometimes in our lives, but there is a way to make it good again.
It only came down to one thing. And that was to have fun.
Fred watched on the news as his sister performed her first concert. She was a big hit all over town.
There were pictures of her everywhere.
People expected him to feel jealous or angry at the life she is about to get dealt. But he wasn't. He was proud of her. She was doing her own thing and living her own life.
He had gone back to work at his father's shop and James came to work there too. James was like the twin brother he never had. When he was in tight spot, James had always been there right along with him.
Bu James had changed. He had a family and he was about to abandon them. Fred knew what that was like. He had let down Roxanne and he knew he could never travel down that path ever again.
Life can get messy, but there was a way to clean it up. That's exactly what he told James. He told him he shouldn't give up. Bloody things happen all the time.
He was proud that James and Madison were doing well now.
Now, he had his own life to fix up. He had no idea where to start though.
He could start by getting another job, he can try and find a girl, or he can stay right where he was. He certainly didn't want the third option so he was out in the big world looking for something productive.
Fred walked into the Ministry. He found the desk where he can fill out a form that can help him find a job that suited him best.
"Looking for a job?" asked the receptionist.
"Uh, yeah." She handed him the form.
"Thanks." Fred said to her and she nodded. Fred was about to turn to walk to a seat in the small room, but turned back to look at the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, but you look really familiar." He said the receptionist. She looked up at him. She was an Asian woman with long silk black hair and pretty small brown eyes. She was very pretty indeed.
"I went to Hogwarts with you." She said. So, she recognized me too. Fred thought.
"What's your name?"
"Leia. Leia Swan. My brothers are Dae and Duke."
"Oh yeah, Cho Chang's daughter, right?" Fred asked.
"Yes."
"I can't believe you're Duke's little sister. Duke's the man." Leia grimaced. She must think I'm insane. Fred thought. "Er, sorry, I knew Duke pretty well even though he was two years younger than me. He came up with the best explanations to get me and James out of trouble. He's a genius." Leia smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, am I boring you?"
"Oh no! It's just Duke and Dae are in America. I haven't heard from them in awhile and I'm just a bit disappointed to talk about them at the moment."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault they don't write me anymore." She said bitterly. She looked down and then shifted her eyes back at Fred. "You see, my father is a muggle. He is a very important man in the muggle world and Duke is heir to taking over when he passes."
"Why would he pass?"
"Well, you see, not everybody likes him. He has different views than others. Ameicans especially don't like him. It makes me nervous that Dae and Duke are over there in midst of danger."
"Oh, wow, you've got it rough."
"Tell me about it." She all of a sudden reddened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you like my life story."
"Nah, I'm in no hurry or anything."
"Well, that's good." She said softly. Fred looked down at his form.
"So, are you any good at helping me find a good decent job?" Fred asked her.
"Um, I can try." Fred smiled and sat down on the chair on the other side of her desk. He handed her the form and they began.
Hey,
My husband came up to visit. I'm spending time with him for the day. I'm sorry! Please don't get mad at me. Hope you have a wonderful day and see you tom. Bright and early.
Love you,
Jenny
Molly put down Jenny's note sighed. They were supposed to run again. Molly thought she's run by herself today.
She pulled on her work-out clothes and stepped outside. The air was ridiculously hot and she was really hungry and that was because she have been forced to eat good, healthy food.
One day can't hurt. She thought. She changed out of her work-out clothes and decided to spend the day at the beach. But first she wanted to get some grub.
She headed down the stairs of their hotel room and went into the diner that was directed right in the hotel itself.
A waiter came up to her and sat her. She felt weird being by herself, but she had to become independent somehow or another.
She ordered a water, which wasn't bad of course, but when it came to breakfast. It was French toast, bacon, home fries, and eggs. She was starving.
She felt ashamed she was eating all of this. What must people think of her now?
A fat lady sitting by herself and eating all this food. Yup, just what they expected. Molly thought.
The waiter brought her food and she was done in less than twenty minutes. Hopefully nobody was watching her. She was quite embarrassed.
The waiter took her food. She watched his expression. He didn't show any. She wanted to know what was going through his head. She almost asked.
Molly sat there for awhile for see found a newspaper and wanted to read what was going on in the muggle world.
"Ahem, excuse me." She looked up. Was someone talking to her? There was a handsome man standing opposite her. She must be dreaming. He was too beautiful to acknowledge her.
"Hello." He said. Molly stared at him. He was talking to her. "Do you mind if I sit down?" He asked looking at the chair opposite her.
"Oh, uh, nno, I wwas about to ggo anyway." She sounded like a fool.
"Oh no, you can stay. I was hoping to talk to you." She raised her eyebrows. This was definitely a dream. No way would he want to talk to her.
"What about?" She asked curiously without trembling.
"I saw you and this other girl running the other day. That was you right?"
"Yes." She smiled. Someone noticed her. This guy might actually like her and she had no idea who he was. She felt herself melting like a stick of butter in the heat. She felt giddy.
"Yeah, well, I was wondering if I could come by sometime."
"Oh, ok. But why?" She wanted him to say that he just couldn't get enough of her.
"Well, that girl you running with. Do you think…do you think you can introduce me?" He asked. Molly's heart dropped rapidly.
"Oh, um, sorry. She has a husband."
"Oh." He said frowning. "Er, thanks." With that he left. Molly once again wished she was like Jenny. A stick, why couldn't she born like a sick. Like her sister, her best friend, and her father. No she had to get her mother's genes. Not that her mom was as big as her, but she her grandparents were.
Later that night, Molly had repeated her day to Jenny when she got home earlier than what was to be expected.
"I told you, you haven't even noticed that you've gotten skinner and does help that you're pretty."
"Thanks for saying that, Jenny."
"You think I'm joking?"
"I know you are. If I was skinny or pretty that guy wouldn't have left."
"Then it's a good thing he did because his instincts were all wrong. He has no idea what he's missing."
"Did I ever mention, you're the best friend a girl can ask for?"
"Several times, yes!"
Albus wanted to know more about this power he had attained. He believed it had to be the necklace. Could the necklace be some kind of horcrux? But it couldn't. He argued. If it were he would have felt a darkness inside his head, wouldn't he?
He came to the conclusion that it was definitely not a horcrux, but some dark artifact. He heard about this Dr. Mendot who might help him with this. That's where he was heading now: to meet this odd ball.
Albus knocked on the door.
"Come in." A cheerful voice called. Albus opened the door slowly and looked in. A small old man with wispy white hair and enormous glasses was walking back and forth like he was concentrating.
"Er, excuse me, are you Dr. Mendot?"
"That indeed I am." He said. "Sit down, sit down, make yourself comfortable, Albus Severus Potter." Albus slowly sat down. He was surprised he knew his full name. This man seemed crazy.
"So, I've heard you have some kind of theory going." Albus wanted to get right to the point. He had a school to run and didn't have much time.
"Theory? It's no theory." He said.
"Oh, well care to explain what you know."
"And tell me why I should tell you, young lad? I can't give away such knowledge without a good explanation." Albus was silent. Then he unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt and showed him the scar at hollow of his neck.
Dr. Mendot moved quickly to examine it.
"You're one of them." He said excitedly.
"Them?"
"An elite of people like you have these special scars that hold huge amounts of energy," he said.
"I see. Well how do you get rid of it?"
"Get rid of it?"
"Yes. I rather not have some strange scar at the hollow of my neck."
"Dear boy, you have much to learn."
"Oh, well, can you explain it? You said there more. How many of us are there? How can I control this? Is there any way to get rid of it at all?" Albus asked question after question, but Dr. Mendot held up his hand to stop him.
"Dear boy, so many questions."
"It's part of my job to know as much as I can."
"Headmaster of Hogwarts, is that correct?"
"That is."
"Such a big responsibility for a person your age."
"Yes, so I've been told."
"Tell me when you first felt this symptom." Albus took out the necklace.
"I wore this necklace as a token for someone who had saved my family's life. I somehow was given this. Do you think it created this scar?" Albus asked. Dr. Mendot looked at the necklace. "You can take it if you want to."
"Oh no, I can't. I already know what it is."
"You do?"
"Yes." Albus looked at him waiting for him to explain. "Well…?"
"Have you ever heard of the story of Cassiopeia Malathea Black?" Albus gave him a puzzled look. "Of course, you haven't. I'm the only one who has heard of it." Albus beyond confusion. "Back in the day, I used to be investigator and the Blacks were one of the few families I traced over history."
"Er, why did you need to retrace their history?"
"Too watch them. At the time, they were the most powerful family of all wizarding families. Many people feared they would rise up and take over due to their prejudices. But that never happened. It was our mistake to never think of looking into He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's past life. Even though there wasn't much to find or much known about him."
"Why don't you just say his name? He's gone."
"Too true."
"So, who is this Cass-what's her name?"
"Cassiopeia." Dr. Mendot looked through a binder full of old parchments. He grabbed one out and placed it in front of Albus sitting at his desk. "This is a family tree. I keep many of these. You'll find this one very interesting." Albus looked on the parchment of the family tree.
"Why this is my Dad's godfather's family." Albus said.
"And part of your family too." Albus looked up. "Hasn't your family ever told you that most old pure wizarding families were mostly in some way related?"
"Yes, I knew of that."
"Then surely you would have known that you're related in some way to the Blacks."
"I guess."
"Well if you look here at the tree. Cassiopeia had two older brothers and a younger sister. She never married nor had children of her own.
The eldest, Pollux, carried the tradition of hating muggle-borns and keeping the family pure. He married Irma Crabbe who had three children, Walburga, Alphard, and Cygnus. Walburga, I assume you know, is your father's godfather's mother and Cygnus married Druella Rosier and parented Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa." Albus nodded.
"Then Cassiopeia's disowned brother who was a squib married a witch named Elizabeth Sorbett. She bore three children, Gertrude, Sedrine, and Shana. Gertrude married Casper Aubrey, Sedrine married Dr. Richard Jopel, and Shana married Derrell Shacklebolt." Albus nodded again looking at the family tree as he listened.
"That leaves the youngest sister. Her name was Dorea and she married Charlus Potter and they had one son named James." Albus looked at him and back to the family tree several times now.
"So are you telling me (he looked at Kingsley Shacklebolt) that these scars are inherited in some sort of way?" Albus asked.
"Yes, you catch on quick."
"But how is that possible? I mean so what if we are all related."
"These killings of the Raidens are not just a coincidence." Dr. Mendot said.
"Yeah, but why are they after our family?" Albus asked. "Why is everyone always after our family?" Dr. Mendot smiled.
"There is a curse." He said.
"Excuse me? What? A curse?" Albus asked.
"Yes, an evil curse. That necklace you have in your hands belonged to Cassiopeia."
"So she put a curse on it?"
"Somewhat. She was a wicked person. She passed away in 1992, which was thirty-eight years ago. She lived for seventy-seven years. She never married nor had children."
"Yeah, you already said that."
"Yes, but nobody really knew about Teivel Donogal."
"Who is he?"
"A man she fell in love with." Dr. Mendot said. "Now, no more questions. I'll tell the story of or should I say the curse of Cassiopeia."
(Flashback to the year of 1940)
Cassiopeia, a deviant woman with beauty like no other. She had long thick black hair that flowed down to her hips.
She walked in parts of Diagon Alley. They were just starting to bring in new stores to brighten the place a bit. Not like they need to anyway. There was enough people shopping around town anyway.
She passed another woman who looked up at her. How dare she! She thought. She was a muggle-born for sure. She recognized their noses at once.
She pushed past her making the woman fall to the ground. She walked toward the pathway towards Knockturn Alley.
A night club that she usually attended went on down there.
She pushed open the door and she felt all eyes turn toward her. Wolf whistles and cat calling hung in the air. She didn't look once at any of them who called out her name.
She walked up the old stairs where she normally met her long-time boyfriend Teivel Donogal.
She held a lot of honor.
He was a pureblood. The exact way things should be when she is supposed to marry. She was a faithful companion with Teivel. She never let any guy take control of her. She had fallen for him and it usually takes a long time for her to let her guard down.
She wasn't obsessed like the slutty girls downstairs. She wasn't soft, she was actually pretty cruel when she wanted to be. Her parents had told her personally she was their favorite.
Teivel had told her he loved her and it would be soon before he asks for her hand in marriage. Today might be the night.
Teivel told her he worked a lot. Tonight he was supposed to be working, but she found out he got off early and thought she would surprise him. They could make it a good night.
But everything failed her when she opened the door to where she normally met Teivel. There he was in bed with some other woman. But wait she knew this woman.
It looked like her best friend she knew since she was born. It was her best friend, which was now so called best friend.
Anger flared inside her body. She felt a fire beginning start in the pit of her stomach.
It is a woman's pride to receive the things they deserve. She had worked hard on keeping this relationship. Emotions were running high in her body.
How could he do this to me? She snarled in her head. He had vowed one night that he would protect and love her for the rest of his days and now look at him. Abusing the power.
Happiness broke through her anger. She had an idea of what to do about this.
"Well, I hope you two are having bad." They both bolted right up. Her best friend was about to say something, but she was hit by a curse with green light off the bed. She lay on the ground dead. Whoops! Cassiopeia thought.
She turned on him. He deserved to be punished more. She grabbed a sword that was held in the rom as a decoration. She turned to look at him. To look at the handsome face one last time.
"No, please, don't…" She swung a sword and jabbed him in the heart. His wicked cruel heart. Blood sprung all over her hands.
She left them where they were and went across from the room to the bathroom. She didn't realize what she had done as she looked down at her bloody hands.
She stroked her necklace; a habit of hers. Then she washed her hands. She walked out the room.
But she failed to see a young man that had watched her do what she did. The man named Philius Mendot reported the crime at once.
Cassiopeia was taken to prison as soon as they got their hands on her.
Cassiopeia had no idea who had framed her, but she could care less. Thoughts clouded her mind and burst of energy and emotion sprung out of her into the necklace that still had blood on it.
After that she felt drained of energy. Never had she been right after that night.
Why is it that women have to try so hard to get the things they want, but when it comes to guys they always get the easy ticket into things without trying as hard? They deserve to see some punishment for the things that are wrong.
They can lock her up in jail with the dementors and they can take away all her possessions, but they can't tell her that she was wrong. For she knew that it was he that had done something wrong; something unforgivable.
It was a murder from the beginning.
(End of Flashback)
Albus was shocked by the story. The emotions the women had were incredible. How does one woman feel all that? And where did they keep all of it without letting it all out? Albus thought.
"So are you saying these emotions are sealed in this necklace?" Albus asked Dr. Mendot.
"Not technically." He said. "You see, Albus, her blood is almost the same as her brothers and sisters. She didn't know she was producing a curse that would spread to her whole family. She knew she had lost something that night. People thought of her insane and lifeless, but the only thing she knew was that something had change, but she didn't know what it was."
"So she put a curse on the necklace without realizing it and the curse traveled from her siblings through their families."
"Yes."
"So, how is it that I and selected few have these scars?"
"Only the men can receive these scars. They are a symbol of the wrongness we do. The curse is transmitted through the mother's blood into their sons. So, in other words, the curse came Dorea to James to Harry to you and your brother James."
"James? James has this too?"
"Yes and so does your father. You'll realize this through a burst in one emotion."
"Like mine was sadness or depression of some sort."
"If that's what it was when you felt the huge amount of energy generating in your body."
"How do you release it?" Albus asked.
"That is the one thing I don't know, but I have been doing a study on your sister."
"My sister? What do you mean? She's dead." Dr. Mendot looked down.
"Oh, I thought Teddy told you."
"Told me what?"
"Your sister is alive. Teddy faked her death in order to save her."
"She's aalive?" Albus asked disbelieving.
"Yes, Teddy was going to take her to your family and I thought he was going to do it yesterday. That was what I was told."
"Wow." Albus said putting a hand on his forehead. "Well, uh, what is it that you're doing to her?"
"Well, she had a close relationship to Scorpius Malfoy, is that right?" Albus went silent. The name angered him and made him sad at the same moment. He felt the emotion taking its course again.
"Yes, but he's also dead."
"So it appears."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I think he is alive."
"Oh, how do you know?"
"This has something also to do with the curse. You see when a man feels a certain way toward a women they become attached."
"I'm not catching you."
"Lily has been having strange dreams lately. The one I caught was when Scorpius was supposedly still alive and he was hunting his grandfather. It was the night he died. Lily said she saw the person who had supposedly killed him. His names goes by Sniper." Albus was taking this all in.
"Well it appears Sniper didn't kill Scorpius as I believe. Sniper I think is using him as bait in some sort of way."
"Now thing about these dreams is that when the man is far from the woman they love or fancy, however way you like it, the women has strange dreams about them. I like to think of the women as constants."
"Constants?"
"Yes, they can see what is going on even if they aren't there. It is the beauty of the curse: to see if the man is not cheating on the girl."
"Weird."
"Yes, indeed."
"Alright, I suppose I should get going, anything else that I should know?"
"I have one more theory." He said very darkly.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"The only reason these scars had just started to appear is that the curse inside the necklace has been activated. Now, tell me have you been hearing any voices in your head?"
"No." Dr. Mendot nodded.
"Well have a good day, Albus." He said cheerfully.
"But wait, what about these voices? What aren't you telling me? And you haven't even answered my question about getting rid of it." Dr. Menot started pushing him towards the door.
"Perhaps another time."
"But…why…" Albus looked ahead as the old man pushed him harder and saw his sister and Teddy making their way down the corridor.
"Lily?" Albus said disbelieving what he was seeing.
"Albus!" Lily ran toward her brother and they hugged. He felt her tremble in his arms. She was crying.
"Lily, oh, Lily, I'm so glad you're alright." Albus said.
A/N: Let me know if I confused you. I tried to explain it as best I could. Any other questions, I'll try to answer them too!
Necklace – when worn by someone in the family it enhances the power inside them. You can't read minds like Viki could.
A woman that had the necklace found out her husband who vowed to protect her and vowed to love her broke that promise and she ended up killing him. She had the necklace.
The necklace has a curse on it. It travels through people. The ghost of the sorceress is inside. She manipulates men. Tells them things they shouldn't do. The only way out is true love.
Constants are the women that men fall for. Necklace was activated therefore the scars started to appear.
"Albus Potter you hold the key to Earth's existence."
Women trying to make a difference
Cassiopeia Malathea Black (1915-1992)
Younger sister named Dorea (Potter) – Albus, James, and Harry
Never married nor had children
Disowned older brother Marius (squib) – married a woman with the last name Sorbett – Brian, old man (Brian's father – who married another woman and bore one red-haired girl)
Older brother Pollux – married Irma Crabbe who had children Walburga (Sirius' mom), Alphard (disowned), Cygnus – Druella Rosier (ancestors of Narcissa - Scorpius, Bellatrix, and Andromeda - Teddy)
(He had it coming)
The girls listen to this to see what is happening to the boys who have the scars.
