Summary: Shunned by her parents and older brother for almost her entire life, due to the circumstances of her birth. Elara Potter is used to being unwanted, when she is dragged into an old pure-blood marriage law and married to an infamous Russian Death Eater. Co – Written with silentnight00. Rated M. Antonin/OC, Draco/Hermione, Luna/Rabastan, Blaise/Daphne, Astoria/Theo and various other pairings. Dumbledore bashing, James Potter bashing and Ron Weasley bashing.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters if I did then Sirius would be alive, and Hermione wouldn't be with Ron. J.K. Rowling has that privilege of owning the stories.

Italics is for Parseltongue, Occlumency and Legilimency.

Co – Writer: silentnight00.

Betas: LoverofHPBooks and ArabellaGaleotti.

All Hallow's Eve

Chapter 12


An amused expression crossed the Professor's face for a second and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the younger girl.

"Is that so? Then tell me, Miss Weasley, what about it is considered Dark magic?" Professor Dolohov asked expectantly.

Ginny faltered for a second, thinking hard, "Only purebloods can use it." She said surely after a second of deliberation. Nearly the whole class, including a portion of the Gryffindor students, stared at the youngest Weasley incredulously. She couldn't possibly be serious?

The professor's other eyebrow raised to join the first as she stared, almost dumbfounded, at the girl that clearly believed what she just said.

"And you believe that? Really?" When it was clear that Ginny was sticking to her answer the professor turned to the rest of the class. "Can anyone tell Miss Weasley why her answer is false?"

Elara watched as everyone glanced nervously at their friends, before Astoria raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss..."

"Greengrass." Astoria replied to the unspoken prompt.

"Can you tell me a reason why Miss Weasley's answer is wrong, Miss Greengrass?"

"Well, it isn't just used by purebloods. Many half-bloods use Ancestral Magic as well with the same result as purebloods. Some muggle-borns can use it as well if they try hard enough, which gives credence to the theory that muggle-borns actually come from cast out squib lines." She answered calmly.

Professor Dolohov smiled, "Good. Now can anyone tell me why this is not actually Dark magic?"

Neville hesitantly raised his hand, and Professor Dolohov smiled kindly at him as everyone listened to what Neville would say.

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom?" Professor Dolohov enquired. Neville swallowed nervously.

"Ancestral Magic isn't considered Dark Magic, because families who are affiliated with Light and Grey Magic can also perform it. The Longbottom house considers itself grey, so we practise Grey Magic, that means we also use Ancestral Magic." Neville answered softly, but with a determined look on his face.

Everyone was staring at Neville in shock, but Elara and Luna were proud of their best friend for speaking up and declaring what his family believed in. Ginny on the other hand looked horrified, and disgusted.

"That is correct, Mr Longbottom. Ancestral Magic is practised by all witches and wizards, even other magical creatures can use Ancestral Magic. Can anyone tell me what spells Ancestral Magic is used for?" The professor asked, this time Elara, Luna and Michael raised their hand.

"Yes, Miss Lovegood?" Professor Dolohov asked, intrigued at the girl interest. Luna sat up straight in her seat with a serious look that replaced her usually dreamy expression.

"The All Hallow's Eve Ritual is used by witches and wizards who practise Ancestral Magic, the ritual has been performed since the Middle Ages. It was last used after the War with Grinderwald," Luna answered softly.

Professor Dolohov smiled at the young girl, her green eyes twinkling with respect. Elara was inwardly cheering Luna for bringing up the ritual.

"You are correct, Miss Lovegood. The All Hallow's Eve Matrimony Ritual was last used during the 1950's to settle family feuds." She said, impressed with Luna's knowledge.

"What other spells are Ancestral Magic known for around the world, students?" She asked patiently, Michael and Elara were the only ones raising their hands.

"Yes, Mr. Corner? I will take your answer next, Miss Potter," Professor Dolohov said reassuringly. She wanted to make it clear that she wasn't leaving any students out of the discussions.

"Ancestral Magic is also known for the Harvest Ritual, where nine girls from each family are used from this faith. The coven sacrifices the nine witches. They are put in a kind of limbo for the duration of the ritual. Then, the community is rewarded by their Ancestors for their faith and their offering of power by resurrecting the nine girls; and making the coven's connection to their Ancestors' magic even more powerful for the following three centuries. When the ritual is needed to be performed again, a stage that is known as the Reaping." Michael explained softly, and Professor Dolohov nodded.

"You are correct, Mr. Corner but the sacrifice must be done humanely and not out of ruthlessness. The ritual is performed all over the world by magical communities. That is why magic in Great Britain is dying, due to the Harvest no longer being practised since before the First Wizarding War." Professor Dolohov confirmed seriously, the students looked horrified.

Elara was shocked, no wonder magical couples were having trouble with conceiving children, there wasn't a balance.

"Yes, Miss Potter?" Professor Dolohov asked interested in what the daughter of James Potter would say and was impressed by her attitude so far.

"Ancestral Magic is also used to consecrate the body of a dead witch or wizard, so their soul can join the Ancestral Plane. By carrying this out, their magic fuels the witch community." Elara explained softly, feeling satisfaction at the brief look of respect in Professor Dolohov's eyes.

"Very good Miss Potter." The Professor smiled.

The lesson continued smoothly after that. Nearly everyone enjoyed it. Ginny sat in the back with a petulant expression and did not speak up for the remainder on the class.

They had Potions next, followed by History of Magic, before they had lunch. The day was only half over and nearly the entire 5th years was exhausted, much like the 7th years.

"How did you guys survive last year?" Elara huffed to Hermione as they sat at the Slytherin table, "It's only the first day and we have more homework in a week than last year combined."

Hermione grinned vindictively, "Now you will feel our suffering." She laughed, tucking into her food.

Elara just gave a whine and thumped her head onto the table,

"Kill me now." She muttered into the wood, but Hermione's laugh told her that the bookworm understood her.

"Tough first day?" An amused male voice spoke, and Elara looked up to glare at the pale blonde that was enjoying her misery.

"Draco. Be a dear and keep your good mood away from me."

That just caused the older boy to sit down with a smirk. He gave Hermione a small smile of greeting before going back to bothering the younger girl. "You look like you're not enjoying your first day of school."

"History of Magic gave me a headache." She sighed. "With the change of teacher, we are no longer going over goblin rebellions. That means that Professor Delacroix has only this year to pound 4 years' worth of history into our heads if we have a hope at passing the history OWL."

"That would give anyone a headache." The Malfoy Heir remarked, glancing around and seeing many 5th years in the same condition as Elara.

"You should have just read the book each year like I did." Hermione shrugged unsympathetically.

Elara shot her friend a dirty look, "I did, but unlike some people." She gave her a pointed look, "I do not have an eidetic memory. I cannot remember every little fact that I have ever read."

"You have an eidetic memory?" Draco asked Hermione with an impressed look.

Hermione blushed lightly, "Well, yeah. I mean… how else would I remember so much about what I read?"

Elara looked at her friend incredulously. Was she blushing? She had never seen the older girl flustered before.

"That's really cool."

They finished lunch rather quickly after that and, with a groan, Elara gathered her things for the next class. Demonology with Professor Rosier, and then their last class was with Professor Caipora Sanchez on Herbology.

This was going to be a long day.


Lily was curious about what Dorea wished to talk to her about, she was due for an appointment in the afternoon to see a Healer concerning future children with James.

"You wanted to speak with me, Dorea?" Lily asked curiously, Dorea nodded and Thoros showed her to a seat as Winky poured tea for her, adding a drop of honey like she knew how she liked it.

"Yes, Lily. Sirius, Remus, Regulus, Thoros and I wanted to speak with you about...your parents, with our allies." Dorea said gently, Lily looked startled as she saw other people arriving in the large parlour room.

She recognised some of them, Walburga and Orion Black entered through the floo network with Regulus beside them along with the Malfoys and the Longbottom family.

"Lily, did you know that you were adopted?" Thoros asked carefully, Lily nodded and looked confused at his question, but answered it politely.

"Yes, I was aware that I was adopted but when I brought the subject up to Dumbledore...he was dismissive and told me that my parents had died during the War with Grinderwald." She said quietly, a frown on her face.

Something wasn't adding up.

"You are not my enemy, Lily Potter." Voldemort had said bluntly, that night ten years ago when he had come to kill Harry. At the time she didn't understand, but she was slowly starting to realise that Dumbledore had lied to her about her family.

"After Elara was revealed to be able to speak Parseltongue; I wanted to know how she got that gift as only Salazar Slytherin and his descendants have it. We did some research, and this is how are you listed on the Potter and Black tapestry." Sirius explained finally, Lily followed after him to the hanging on the wall.

She stared at the tapestry in shock, and her face actually paled as she tried to comprehend what she was seeing.

'James Potter - Lily Potter (née Gaunt.)

Severus had told her about the House of Gaunt, how they were the direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, which caused them to inherit the unique and magical ability of speaking Parseltongue.

"I want to talk to Elara about this, Dorea, Remus and Sirius. She deserves to know, after everything that's happened recently, I'm not keeping this from her." Lily said finally, her voice stunned, but firm as she looked back at the tapestry.

Dorea nodded in understanding.

"Don't worry, we'll tell her. Elara deserves to know, and we'll tell her as a family, I think her friends deserve to know too." Dorea said reassuringly to her daughter-in-law.

Lily quirked an eyebrow at her delicately.

"You seem fine with the fact that your son married the daughter of the Dark Lord?" She asked surprised, Dorea only smiled indulgently.

"My dear Lily, I'm from a Dark family and your father is not an evil man in the slightest. He just hates muggles and Dumbledore." Dorea said bluntly.

Lily blinked in surprise at that. Voldemort wasn't evil? Since when? That was a lot to take in. Ever since she started Hogwarts at age 11 it had been practically beat into their heads that Voldemort, and the entire Dark side, was evil incarnate. She never really bought into the theory that Dark magic itself was evil, just the wizards and witches using it.

The red head stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she was the daughter of the most powerful Dark Lord in the last few centuries. It was mind boggling. Then she thought about James and her heart squeezed in her chest. He could never find out about this. He would kill her and their daughter. Harry would only be safe because he had never exhibited any Slytherin traits like Elara has.

"James cannot know." She said sternly, her eyes unwavering as she stared down the gathered magicals. "I will not have my daughter in even more danger from him by this getting out."

"Of course not, Lady Potter. We would never dream of endangering you or Elara in such a way. The only people that know are us and the Dark Lord." Regulus spoke calmly to reassure the worried mother.

Lily nodded, less hostile now that she knew it would be kept secret from those that didn't need to know. "I want to meet him."

"The Dark Lord?" Dorea questioned, making sure there was no misunderstandings.

"Yes. I need to speak to him. After I've told Elara. I do not want to keep this from her for long in case she finds out another way. She's smart and resourceful. If given even a hint, she will find out. It would be best if it came from me." Lily ran a weary hand through her fiery locks and sighed tiredly, "At least I won't have to worry too much about my baby girl marrying a Death Eater."

Remus gave her an encouraging smile, "They have a Hogsmeade weekend coming up next week. You could meet her there instead of asking for a meeting during school. You would only gain Dumbledore's suspicion. Only take one or two people with you, less chance of being noticed."

"Thank you, Remus." Lily returned his smile, always welcoming the werewolf's advice. "I'll take you and Sirius with me. We could disguise it as needing to fully explain the consequences of the blood adoption that Sirius did."

"We need to do that anyway." Sirius sighed, "We never got the chance to talk about it with her since school started up right after."

"Then it's settled." Dorea spoke, "You will speak with Elara next weekend, and we will try to set up a meeting for you with the Dark Lord."

"It shouldn't be too hard. He wants to meet you. I'll discuss it with him when I go to give my weekly reports on Saturday." Regulus assured.

"Thank you, Regulus. I appreciate what you and Thoros have done, I have to go to St Mungo's for an appointment." Lily said quietly, she had no intention of telling James the truth about her parents.

Merlin, he'd murder their daughter if he discovered the truth.


Demonology was Elara's last class, and she was sharing it with the Creevey brothers, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Astoria, Luna, Morgause and Nimue, and Leanne along with Freya Rowle and Caroline Yaxley. Also, unfortunately, Ginny and Marietta Edgecombe.

The class was located on the third floor, Professor Rosier was standing to greet them when they entered the class.

"Good afternoon students, Demonology is a serious subject for those of you who wish to go into a career of becoming a Demon Trapper or Demon Hunter. There are many jobs available." Professor Rosier explained patiently. He had short dark brown hair and hazel eyes; traits that suited him quite well.

Everyone was silent at this. It was common knowledge that Demonology was a career that required training in all areas of Magic, including Dark, Grey and Black Magic to fight against not just demons but spirits, succubus and incubus.

"Now, can anyone tell me what a Vengeful Spirit is?" said Professor Rosier, interested in which student would speak first, his interest was piqued when a dirty blonde-haired student answered his question.

"Yes Miss...?" He asked curiously.

"Lovegood, Professor. Vengeful Spirits are ghosts who have had some great wrong done to them in their lives, normally what killed them, this causes them to remain after death to try and avenge this wrong. Overtime, they slowly become obsessed with this until it is the only thing they can think of. As such they act violently to try and avenge the wrong, however in the process, their obsession with revenge often leads to them harming innocent people." Luna answered quietly, her tone was serious and not at all like her normal dreamy tone.

Professor Rosier nodded in response to her answer.

"You are correct, Miss Lovegood. Unlike Violent spirits, Vengeful spirits linger in the world to get justice for their death. Like the spirits of the Babikova family who were killed in Russia during the Witch Hunts of 1957 until 1964. Vengeful spirits will not rest, until they are avenged or given peace," Professor Rosier explained, using his wand to draw a picture on the wall.

"Which events will create Vengeful spirits?" He asked seriously, and Elara hesitantly put up her hand.

"Yes...Miss?"

"Potter, Elara Potter. Some Vengeful spirits can be caused by bullying or difficulties at home and at school." Elara said defiantly. Ginny laughed loudly, and Marietta sniggered while Anna McKinnon giggled cruelly.

"Only because Harry and his Dad can't stand you, Elara. Harry said he's wished you'd died in our second year!" Ginny said mockingly, some of the students gasped. Elara turned away from her, tears forming in her eyes.

Professor Rosier's expression turned cold, and he looked at the three girls with no visible emotion.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, young ladies!" He punished angrily, Ginny paled.

"But I was only saying the truth, Professor Rosier!"

"No, that was bullying. Keep it up and I will see you in detention." The Professor said firmly.

Ginny huffed in anger. She was used to being able to say whatever she wanted to the Slytherins without getting in trouble. She had been publicly scolded twice that day by new professors and she did not like it. These new classes sucked, and the new professors were even worse. It was so unfair.

"Miss Potter is also correct. Vengeful spirits can indeed form from excessive bullying or bad home lives if the person is still affected by such when they die." Professor Rosier continued the lesson from there without interruption. Most of the class was too shocked to actually speak up. No teacher except for Snape and sometime Flitwick would stop the other students from bad mouthing Slytherins. It seems these new professors were very different from the old ones.

The rest of the day passed relatively peacefully. The group of friends all met up in the library to start on the monster load of homework that the 5th years were given. Hermione, Draco, and Neville were happy to help their younger friends get through anything they didn't fully understand, as they had less work to do. The time passed quickly as they laughed and chatted in the library. Soon they went their separate ways to their different common rooms for the night.

Elara had finished all of her homework for the night, she read a book before going to sleep. She had made a steaming mug of hot chocolate, and she felt content. She didn't feel like an outcast any more, she had real friends, good grades, and a better home life. Things were looking up.


The next morning, Elara was walking to breakfast down the empty stone corridor. She spied a tiny flame-haired Ginny entering the Forbidden Forest with Lavender Brown and Marietta Edgecombe at her side.

What the hell were they doing?


Ginny clutched the black leather bound book tightly, leading Marietta and Lavender to the abandoned shack that she'd found back in her fourth year.

"This is where we can communicate with the spirits, like Dumbledore told us." Ginny said pleasedly, they set up the protection circle around the room and did all the nessaceary protction spells.

Marietta smirked, Ginny began the spell by using an Ouija Board to communicate with the spirits.

"Godric Gryffindor, we need your help in order to bring about the fall of Slytherin, and Ravenclaw." Ginny said confidently, the Ouija pointer moved.

"Are you Godric Gryffindor?" Marietta asked hopefully, the white pointer moved again, they leaned over the board to read the message:

No.

"But my name is Abaddon, and I can help you." The voice spoke softly, it sounded starnge, far away, liek it was speaking from underwater. Ginny grinned. Sneaking glances at the girls surrounding her

"We'd like that very much, thank you."


Voldemort wasn't sure why, but he sensed that something was wrong, he went to the Gaunt family crypt in Morrigan Cemetery, where every Gaunt wizard and witch was buried to join their Ancestors. He reverently replaced the red tulips and white roses on his beloved wife's grave, Aurora Fawley had been the love of his life and no one could ever replace her. He regretted that he hadn't been able to protect her and their daughter that fateful night. He'd been distracted, and because of his actions, his wife and daughter had suffered.

His wife had been tortured, raped and murdered while his beloved daughter had been raised by muggles although he would give them some credit; They hadn't hurt his daughter and treated her as if she was their own child, Petunia had cared for his daughter like a sister.

His son-in-law however... Voldemort growled darkly, Yaxley, Severus and Lucius had informed him that James used physical violence on his wife and daughter and Hoirribly spoilt his only son.

Voldemort had no problem with Elara but Harry...The boy was too much like his father, according to Severus, Regulus and Lucius.

He didn't want to judge the boy on hearsay alone, so he would reserve judgment until he could meet him. Though, with so many negative opinions about Harry Potter, The Dark Lord did not have high hopes. His granddaughter seemed to have more sense, and he hoped he could convince her and her mother to give him a chance. For an orphan like him, family meant a great deal and he would love to get to know them.

That would have to wait though. Voldemort sighed, gazing at his wife's grave. His daughter had an empty grave right next to her, though there was no body. It had been assumed that her infant body had vaporized in the raging inferno that followed his wife's death. He had in no way expected Dumbledore to take her. The old man wanted to end the Slytherin line, so his actions confused the Slytherin Lord. What did Dumbledore want with his daughter? Why leave her alive?

A bad feeling like an electric shock raced down Lord Voldemort's spine. He looked around suspiciously. Someone was messing with Magic's that they had no right to be messing with. The only reason he could feel such was because he was so in-tune with the magic around him. It was practically screaming in warning.

With a swirl of robes, the Dark Lord apparated away. He had to investigate this.


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