Alternization
Privet Drive. A small street within the sub-urbs of surrey. There was nothing remarkable about the area if anything its lack of features was a stand-out feature in and of its self. It is within this area that a small family lived.
The Dursley family. A family that just like the area that they lived within did not stand out. The husband worked at a local company in a 9 to 5 job. He earned enough money for them to live a comfortable life.
The wife was, despite being known for being nosey and a gossip, well-liked. She was also a member of some of the local neighborhood clubs. The final member of the small family was their son. A large boy for his age the family doted on him and were extremely proud of him.
All in all, they had a reputation for being hardworking and good members of society. It was due to this that it came as such a shock when people came home from work one day to find the police outside the home of the Dursley family.
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The thumping on the door interrupted the diner that Vernon had been enjoying. He had not had a good day. A slot for promotion had opened up and he had the most experience for the slot. The manager however had brought in someone new. The manager claimed that the new blood would increase efficiency. Vernon knew better, however. They just did not want to Promote him.
As he was going over his woes, he had not noticed that he had arrived at the front door. Snapping himself back to reality and opening it he was greeted with an unusual sight. There stood a man in a well-made suit, surrounded by police. The way that he was being deferred to meant that he was in charge.
"Yes? May I help you?" Vernon asked as proper as possible. He had no idea why the police were here, however as an upstanding citizen he was sure it was just a misunderstanding.
"Mr. Vernon Dursley?" came the reply from the man in the suit. A clipped and prompt reply. Nodding his head at the implied question the man continued. "I am Agent Smyth of Interpol. I am here with a warrant and to oversee its execution." this caused a small ruckus on those that could hear it.
" You mister Dursley are wanted by the French government for the abandonment of a child, abuse of a child along with several other crimes. One of which includes an assault. Normally this would just lead to extradition however your crimes are in multiple countries, thus I have been called to supervise." The suited man then turned and waved the police in and before anyone knew what happened one Vernon Durley was arrested and his house searched, leading to the discovery of a cupboard in which a little girl had been kept.
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Within a Castle hidden behind magical wards there was an old man. This man was one Albus Dumbledore. Since the revelation of the D'arcs, he had been searching through tomes to find anything relevant to the situation. This however had lead to nothing but frustration as it was another case of the unwanted knowledge being censored. Likely the only copies are in private libraries kept under so many wards that they are essentially lost.
He had hoped to resolve this dispute between the potters and the D'arcs peacefully, he even went to the ICW to try and arrange a meeting with the head of the D'arcs to try and negotiate with them. To get them to see the benefits of an alliance with the Potters. All he was told was that the house had just come out of hiding and had no time for such frivolous meetings.
It did not help that due to the leak about Lily in the prophet the family was now facing an inquiry in the wizengamot and their standing had taken a large hit. They still had standing within society but that came from their children, not themselves.
With a sigh, Albus could not help but heavy his weary body out of his chair. He had to prepare for another meeting. Luckily this was only an appropriations meeting for the school but he could feel his years catching up to him. It was not a pleasant feeling.
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Excerpt from the journal of Rikard Potter
The war goes badly ever since that new banner carrier shown in the enemy lines they have been predicting our strategies with an ease that is not natural. It is as if they had a seer working for them. We have lost many important battles and are being pushed back. This cannot end well.
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Excerpt from the journal of Rikard Potter
The enemy commander had been caught, a young girl, a young witch. She seems ignorant of it though. She is being brought back to England for a trial by the church. I have been observing her while under a disillusionment charm there have been occasions where she seems to be unfocused, and then falls into prayer. This requires more observation.
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Excerpt from the journal of Rikard Potter
There have been several attacks by the enemy forces trying to retrieve the girl. She must be of some importance to them. There was even a threat issued by the enemy king about her. The thing of note here though is that each time the enemy attacked the prisoner blanked out, prayed, then attempted to escape. As if she knew that it was happening. I suspect she is the seer that the enemy was using to preempt our battles.
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Excerpt from the journal of Rikard Potter
The trial against the girl was an arduous task as any who looked at her could tell that she was devoted to her faith. She was however a threat to England. This girl from what I had heard was most likely going to be held in the tower for the rest of her life. At least she would have until the very carefully worded testimony from me pulled out that she was receiving visions. From what she proclaimed to be a god. It was then that it fell apart for her as she could not prove that it was.
She was Burned at the stake for witchcraft there were other charges but they were just window dressing. The witchcraft was the one that was,s the nail in the coffin.
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James Potter had spent a lot of time searching through the records that his family kept. He was trying to find anything concerning the D'arc family and the massive pile he found astonished him. He also found out that it had been assumed that the family had been killed off by Grindelwald due to their family magicks.
Most of the papers on his desk were combat reports, along with either the death or severe injury of family members due to encountering one of the D'Arcs. Then there was the blood feud announcement letter. It was terse and to the point. As out of all of the combat wizards fighting the war only one decided to betray magic and have her burned for witchcraft.
The D'arcs understood that she was in a war by her own choice and thus the dangers within but for a fellow wizard to betray one of their own to such an end was unforgivable. This is what led him to read the journals. To see if there was a reason a way he could get the feud canceled. There was not.
This only annoyed James further as his plans that he had formulated upon hearing his wife's lineage were now well and truly destroyed. Even if one of his children does take up the D'arc name they will have to give up the potter one.
Why could this not be simple? Instead of a scandal and an ancient blood feud, Why could he not have a simple negotiation. a meeting where he could just talk about how they would be benefiting from having a daughter married to the potters. How they would gain notoriety from being known as the family of the mother of the child who lived.
No, this Clan refused to have even the most remote dealing with his own. They even went so far as to leak a bread trail to the papers it had only been the fact that his family had a majority share that stopped them from continuing on the trail that they had been digging. Unfortunately, the spark had been lit and now the private families of the other houses would all be looking.
James Potter, Head of his family. Auror and respected member of the British magical community sighed as it felt as if the world was bearing down upon him. All of this because of one stupid mistake, one letter.
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Jeane was in the carriage heading towards the Pyrenees mountains. Within which was the marvelous construct within which she and flour would be gaining their magical education. The Carriage in which she was in had left from the local magical village. Due to the large catchment area for the school, the carriages would wait in the magical villages in which all the students of the prospective area would go to.
Then using magics similar to ones on other magical vehicles, while being pulled by the schools' famed Abraxane horses they would make their way towards Beouxbatons.
Jeane herself was excited as even though she had the memories of two lives neither one had been to school. It was due to this that she was both excited and nervous, not that she would tell anyone. During her time at the Delacour's, she had gotten close to fleur so she was staying close to the girl.
So as they arrived and the doors opened, before them was a see of the blue uniforms at the tables with the teachers at the head table. Jeane could not help but smile. This was the start of her new life. The beginning of it all, she was her own person and not just a shadow. So it was time to make something of herself. So with that thought, she took the first step to her new life!