Mother Magics' Gift

Authors Note: This is a different take on the late birthday gift to my amazing Muse Master Pika! Yes, this amazingly weird fanfiction is inspired by the prompt that she gave me for Mother of the Brood. As always, my brain would not let me focus on that story though. No, I had to come up with a completely different and far more complex storyline as well... Oh well, I like this story despite it being really weird, haha. Please remember that you're not being forced to read this. That being said, enjoy and read at your own risk!

Please note: This story did start from the same basis that the other did, so while some of the beginning and various aspects within may be the same, this is indeed a completely different story. This chapter is also slightly... Jumpy? With time frames so it will have timestamps to help you along, future chapters probably will not. We will see. Sorry for any confusion! (I will put a bit more of an explanation to help at the end of the chapter!

I plan for this story to only be 15 chapters long. That's my limit... Hopefully, I can stick to my plan and not go overboard as all of my stories do. (And no, it does not matter that I already have every chapter broken down already. My writing process both requires and cares not for my attempts at structure. I believe it is much like Godzilla, he does not destroy the countryside for it is too open and boring. No, he goes after the meticulously planned and constructed structures of Tokyo.)

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Summary: Magic was fading. She had been for years as her children continued to forsake her and her laws. Many of Mother Magics' beloved children were now considered endangered species though no one will deign to acknowledge it. Through her children's squabbling and arrogance, they were killing both each other and themselves. The muggles had a phrase for it, 'cutting off your own nose to spite your face'. It was time for Mother to intercede and bring balance back.

Pairing(s): Kreature/Dobby/Harry, Harry/Goblin, Harry/Many, Eventual Harry/Goblin

Warnings (as they stand now): Underage (Harry will be 14), daddy kink, manipulation, magic decided this would happen, don't blame me, Dumbledore bashing, Kidnapping?, Magic is fine with everything happening here because she ships it, time manipulation magic, Goblins are crafty, Kreacher is definitely a Slytherin, Winky cares not for your social niceties

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter nor the original premise that started this monstrosity. My muse merely took the ideas and ran with them. I do however claim the House Elf Culture, True Elves, and the idea of Training Doe's, my own depraved ideas, and the order in which these words are written.

Chapter 1: A Plan Forms

August 2nd, 1980

"Are you sure about this lily?" James asked nervously as he held his precious child closer to him. Harry was currently sleeping peacefully, at only a few days old he was such a sweet boy, preferring to be held and cuddled close whenever possible.

"I'm sure James," Lily said quietly as she smoothed some of Harry's already unruly hair down. "There are no negatives to the ritual. Either Magic will bless him or she won't, there's no documentation of anything negative happening to the children. I wouldn't take that risk if there was, but I think this is the best option, especially with the prophecy. James, whatever we can do to protect Harry we need to do it. Voldemort is going to go after him, you heard Albus, the similarities are too much for him to ignore. I sent the information about the ritual to Alice earlier as well, hopefully, they'll do it for Neville too just in case."

"Okay. Okay fine," James groaned in frustration, running one of his hands harshly through his hair as he took comfort in the slight weight of Harry in his other arm, "I just... I don't understand it Lil's, how is this supposed to work anyway? And if it's such a good thing then why have I never heard about it? Any of it? All that I know about these sort of rituals is that they're bad news Lil's, why do you think you had to go to Knockturn to find that bloody book!?"

"Because they were made illegal a long time ago, James. I'm not completely sure about it all since I've only been able to do so much research on it without being obvious about it, but from what I was able to tell they started to go out of favor a while ago because they weren't working, people would do a ritual to be blessed and were found unworthy of the blessing. So, they did what people always do. They got angry. it wasn't long after that, that the rituals started to be made inaccessible to the general public and then they became illegal."

"That... Actually makes sense," James sighed as he looked down at his precious boy. "But how is it that magic decides worth? Wouldn't all babies be worthy? They haven't done anything bad after all."

"That's what I thought too, but apparently Magic looks into the child's future, see's what they will and could do, and judges them based on that. The more beneficial the child will be to Magic herself the more of a blessing she will grant them. So, I'm hoping that either the prophecy is correct and Harry will be blessed, or the prophecy is wrong and he'll be blessed."

"And... If he's not blessed?" James asked hesitantly, even as he felt the thrum of wrongness through his core at the very thought of his darling boy not being considered good enough for a blessing.

"Then we'll just have to do whatever we can to keep him safe anyway," Lily said simply, but James could see in her eyes and the tightness of her shoulders that she too felt how utterly wrong the notion of Harry not receiving the Mothers Blessing was.

Mother Magic watched attentively as the ritual began, excitement thrumming through her and into the very air and nature that surrounded her as she waited. Of course, she had already given this child a blessing when he was born, she did for all of her Children, granting them access to Her gifts and, in some cases, granting them additional blessings in the hopes that they would use them to benefit Her.

Lately, she had, unfortunately, been proven wrong by quite a few of her beloved Children.

Where before there was peace, acceptance, and community within her Children, now there seemed only to be hatred, war, and violence. Children trying to prove themselves superior while others were forced to retaliate or submit lest they too be wiped out as so many others had already been.

The Balance itself was tipping precariously, had been for centuries now though it had never been so greatly in danger as with the rise of Albus Dumbledore. He had been one who she had blessed, one who could have helped to heal this world. Instead, he had taken one look at the cracks and destruction and saw an opportunity for greatness and power. Not one but two individuals who She had chosen to counter or stop him were tangled into his web before they had the chance to flourish themselves. Gellert and Tom both suffering from insanity as they became victims of the tumultuous balance.

Now she grew weaker as less and less of her Children were born and those born were unable to access the entirety of her gift, those still faithful to her being forced into hiding and subservience as her existence was steadily being pushed out of the minds of others all for the Greater Good'.

'Greater Good,' ha! The only greater good that Albus Dumbledore cared about was the greater good for himself. How else could you explain his actions as he steadily killed her and tried to shape himself as though he were the muggle 'God'?

Perhaps though, perhaps she would be able to even the scales yet. So far she had hoped to counter him completely with an equal that all would know, now, however, she could try to employ the man's own tactics against him...

This child, this small child who had already accepted her first gift so readily as her power swirled within his tiny body in whirlpools and waterfalls, this child could be so much more.

As his parents backed away from the ritual circle and began to chant she reached out brushing gently against his soul as she gazed at the pathways laid out before the child. So many possible futures, so many hardships and hurts, and yet, there was one pathway that would bring about true and intense happiness for the child. Wonderfully, remarkably, this same pathway would help her to heal and to restore balance within her Children once more as well.

Pressing softly against the pathway in question she was ecstatic to feel the thrum of approval within the child's spirit. 'Oh yes, I would like that one very much,' it said as it lingered upon the feeling of love that practically radiated from within the path.

'You will need to be changed for this,' She murmured to him, 'I will not be able to change the path, all that you see must occur. If you choose this, there will be no going back.'

Another acceptance as a sad love brought up the forms of the child's parents before his resolve stiffened. 'Do it, it needs to happen, I'm ready.'

Mother glowed in happiness as she got to work, expanding the young one's mind and forming the connections that he would need for the future. He would need to grow and mature quickly, far quicker than the others would, there was only a short window of time left to fix the damage done before even more was lost forever. He would also need to meet with his mates quickly, their bond would need to be absolute and irrefutable...

Hmm... Perhaps she should offer them additional blessings this day as well.

Magic was dying, if this small child was willing to do what needed to be done and sacrifice what he would have to in order to save her then she would do all that she could to aid him and ease the way as well...

Outside of the ritual circle James and Lily watched with wide eyes as Magic swirled around their child, the air alive with love and peace as Harry's small body glowed.

November 1st, 1979

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches-"

These words echoed in Kreacher's head once again as he shifted further into the shadows of the study in which his Master Regulus was attending a meeting with the Dark Lord.

Kreacher knew that these words were not for his ears, that they would spell not just his own death but his Master Regulus' as well should the Snake Lord learn that he knew.

So there was to be a wizard or witch to be born who would be as powerful as the Dark Lord? As a child or as an adult? Who is it that the child would be born to?

Gazing at the Dark Lord as he thought over the Prophecy that he had overheard, Kreacher could not help once again being amazed at the power that surrounded the Dark Lord like a heavy cloud of fog, rolling off of him in cloying waves and soaking into anything with even a shred of magic as though it were the first breath of air to a drowning man.

To see so much power in a magical being was... Exhilarating. Especially since he had felt the magic slowly seeping from the Noble bloodlines with each generation. When he could feel his own people dying because of it.

Not many of the magical beings knew, or even cared that the House Elves were dying off.

Kreacher didn't think that the wizards would even notice until their manors, schools, and businesses were no longer clean and dinner was no longer awaiting them.

As it stood now, only one in every seven pregnant Elfs made it alive through their pregnancies, fewer still with a living child to show for it...

If this equal that the Prophecy warned about was as strong as the Dark Lord was... If somehow this equal was sympathetic towards their plight, his people may just have a chance to be saved after all...

Making up his mind Kreacher silently left the study, as unnoticed in leaving as he had been in presence, making his way to the manors kitchens where he could feel the Malfoy family's head elf. Kreacher, still being bonded to Lady Narcissa despite her marriage to Lord Lucius, had had multiple encounters with this elf before, as such he was certain that this elf would be pivotal in his plan.

How one so odd could remain so strong in magic was beyond Kreacher, at times it seemed that Dobby was truly insane, barely being spared a stillbirth, and yet having been present for some of the other Elfs magical demonstrations Kreacher knew that to be far from the truth. If only the overzealous elf would act like it...

August 2nd, 1980 - Nine Months Later

As Kreacher was dusting the main parlor of the House his mind was, once again, preoccupied with who the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord was, as it often was since that fateful day.

Looking at the Black family tapestry which hung on the wall beside him Kreacher sighed as his gaze locked in on the only two names there with the power to affect him so. His Master Regulus was dead, dead by his own hands bound by his Masters' order, his beloved Mistress passing soon after of a broken heart.

Kreacher could feel his magic growing weaker.

As it stood only three members of the Black family were keeping him anchored, none of which were providing him with a direct flow of magic, indeed Kreacher had taken to spending much of his free time at the Malfoy Manor if only to absorb a small bit more magic from Narcissa.

As much as he loathed him Kreacher had come to wish that the new Black Lord would step up and take his place if only to preserve the magic that was slowly leaching away from the house. The magic that would more than likely never return.

Kreacher threw a frustrated glance towards his new Lords now burnt spot on the tapestry only to freeze in shock as he saw a new link in the chain.

A Godfather bond? A very strong Godfather bond, combined with the child's relatively direct connection to the Black Family, resulting in a magical adoption.

Harrison James Potter

July 31st, 1980 -?

Ah, so the child was born a few short days ago hmm? How interesting.

'-Born as the seventh month dies-'

August 3rd, 1980

Kreature made his way silently through the halls of Malfoy manor, the feeling of his magic bubbling and coiling within him. Something had happened last night, something that he could scarcely believe to be true...

Kreature had received a dream from the Mother last night, a wonderful dream full of hope and new beginnings. A dream of change.

Indeed, this dream had been so... Fantastic, that Kreature was more than willing to cast it aside as he had so many others, labeled as wishful thinking so that he could more accurately go about his day. If it weren't for the change in his magic Kreature would have done just that.

Where yesterday his magic was weak and fading, his mind growing hazy with the impending insanity that had only been steadily growing without a proper bond, today his magic was as strong and vibrant as it was when he was just an elfling!

Flashes of his dream flashed through his mind once more as he followed the gentle tug of magic that led to Dobby.

A human wizard who would become his mate and help him to become a True Elf rather than one of the cursed? One who would help to balance magic once more? Happiness and love as he gave his Doe younglings?

Kreature would follow the urgings of Mother Magic gladly if they would lead him to this future. One where he would not need to scrape and bow to others? Would not have to train any Doe's that he sired to withstand the tortures that cruel masters may unleash upon them?

Kreature and Dobby had much planning to do to ensure their futures now. Perhaps Kreature would be able to circumvent some of the family magics placed upon him to aid their plight seeing as the youngling who would one day be bound to him was his 'masters' godson...

If only the fool of a Black family heir would bond with him this would be so much easier!

November 1st, 1981

Kreacher and Dobby waited in the shadows of a hedge that decorated one of the many cloned houses that were the neighborhood of Private Drive in Surrey, watching as the great Albus Dumbledore spoke to his companions, the young babe resting fitfully on the cold concrete that made up the stoop of Number 4 as the large male and the female left, tears streaming steadily down their cheeks.

Dobby's eyes narrowed as he watched the Headmaster erect multiple wards around the residence.

Blood wards, borderline dark magic which fed not only upon a blood relation but also upon the emotions connected to the relationship. Magic siphoning wards, compulsions, and memory alteration wards... Just what did the old man think he was doing?

Finally, the old man left, a bitterly cold breeze blowing through the neighborhood and causing the babe to snuggle further down within the blanket that covered him.

Feeling Kreacher's magic pulse throughout the home Dobby looked over and nodded at his companion. None would wake while they worked. The family within the house would sleep peacefully on and, hopefully, would never know that there even had been a child left on their doorstep.

Dobby watched as Kreature summoned forth what little of the Black family magic he had access to at the moment as he bound the babe to himself using a very old and obscure bit of familial magic. They would be able to take the child without incident, and raise him, either themselves or through the use of another. Harry was magically and legally the new heir to the house of Black now that Kreatures old mistress had passed on, and while Sirius Black who was currently being tried at the Ministry of Magic had not officially taken on his role as Lord Black, magically he was still considered as such.

So yes, Dobby and Kreature were taking in the child under the reasoning of 'protecting the best interests for the health and safety of the Black family heir,' considering the wards that they had just witnessed being erected Dobby was more certain than ever that this truly was the correct path.

This child would want for nothing under their care, he would be happy and loved, and, Mother willing, he would be accepting and understanding of why they were doing as they were...

Authors Note: For those of you who have read it, yes, I did take two scenes directly from my other work. I wrote it and they are quite literally what started this so... Yeah.

The aspect of True Elves and the cursed will be elaborated upon in the future!

Note one the timeframe: The first two scenes were 'present day', Harry receiving his blessing, the next is a flashback for before Harry was born followed by a scene between Kreature and Dobby the morning after Harry received his blessing, followed finally by the last scene which took place right after that Halloween night. Hopefully, that makes sense!