I promise that the Seven will be named later, but for now the colors are their names. I'm interested to see if you can guess who each of the colors are. Leave a review or PM me what you think!
In a different world, the First Battle of Hogwarts was a slaughter, leaving both sides heavily depleted. The Death Eaters replenished their numbers quickly, with kidnappings and liberal use of the Imperius curse. Potter's Army couldn't, or didn't. They were outnumbered. There were several more battles, the Army losing more than they could afford. Then, something happened. They were discovered. The muggles were up in arms, and the Witch Hunts began all over again. Only this time, there were no hangings or drownings.
There were bombings.
More than a billion people died, in the end, most innocents caught between the three factions.
Blue comes up with an idea, then spends weeks researching and planning. This story follows how that idea turns out.
Blue never left the library anymore. She was wasting away, refusing food and sleep, frantically researching everything she could. Between the three of them, Orange, Yellow, and Green managed to glean enough of her to know that she was planning something possibly devastating, but they did not know what or how or when.
If White, Red, and Purple could help they would know more, but Purple, as well as Red, had been in bed for days, White watching over them with an intensity that would have shocked anyone that thought they knew her in school. If they had still been alive that is.
These seven were the last of their generation, the last of those willing to stand against both the Death Eaters and muggles.
Dumbledore's Army had been renamed Potter's Army after the old man finally croaked and the Order merged with them. Of their 208 total members, all had been killed. Whether they had been lucky enough to be killed in battle or unlucky enough to die slowly from their wounds, or even those poor bastards that had only been killed after days or weeks as the torture toys of Death Eaters, all but these seven were gone.
The Second Blood War had turned children into soldiers, and strangers into trusted allies. Between the Death Eaters, Potter's Army, and the muggles' nuclear weapons, almost a full billion people had died in a series of events that totaled more than 500 times the carnage of the Holocaust.
It was only because of their special gifts that these seven, this family, had survived. Gifts that, for all appearances, seemed to have been given from the universe itself for no reason.
Red had been given the ability to make permanent Transfigurations and Charms, something everyone had thought impossible before. Such Transfigured or Charmed objects/people showed no indication to any scan that they had ever been anything but what they were right then. Red was the proud owner of a tea set made of fine china, each piece of which had once been a Death Eater. Red was the rock of the group, the one that kept the family stable and relatively sane, and she was remarkably aware of any lie told to or near her.
Orange could read Souls. Not in the I-know-what-you're-really-thinking way like Yellow, but as in your actual Soul, your True Self. She could see people's deepest/most frequent emotions, their Ties, and even their fundamental Truths: the things they held onto in the very depth of their being, the things they built their life on. Ties were connections to people or objects. A treasured friend would have a strong tie, while a pen they'd used only once would have a very weak one. Souls left imprints on everything, and with enough familiarity of a Soul, she could follow it's ties to where they lead, either to the object/person, or from them to the Soul they were connected to. The more time she spent with a person, the more she Knew their Soul and the easier it was to read them.
Yellow was a mind reader. The most competent mind reader they had ever come across. He could read anyone that he was physically close to, and the more familiar he was with them the farther he could read them from. He could also erase, change, and plant people's memories. Eye contact, something necessary for someone using the Legilimens spell, was only something he needed to do a deep dive into someone's head or for memory work. It was also an agreement between him and his Soul-Siblings: If Yellow wanted to read their minds, they had to willingly make eye contact. If they did not, he was to keep to passive scans, something he couldn't really turn off. He was also never allowed to change his Soul-Sibling's memories.
Green could time travel. Sort of. He could send his consciousness through the streams of Time, watching what had happened and would happen. He couldn't affect what he saw, only watch and gain insight from them. While he did this, his body was vulnerable, appearing as if in REM sleep. He could see any outcome of a possible situation, as long as he asked the right questions.
Blue could teleport silently and perfectly, never having to worry about splinching. She could teleport anywhere off of a picture or memory and fit herself and others into odd or tight spaces. She also never lost anything, always knowing where exactly she left it. Unless someone else moved the thing or she wasn't very familiar with it, she could find anything and anyone. The more familiar she was with something/one, the faster she could find it. She was also quite the dab hand at geography and space charms.
Purple, in terms of raw output, was the most powerful person on the planet. He had huge amounts of magic to throw around, and could overpower anyone in a fight. He wasn't just magically strong either. He was physically strong, and his presence carried a weight, an attraction. People were drawn to him. They wanted to follow him. This particular side of his power was slightly odd though. With the others, the more they knew someone/thing, the more their gifts worked, but with Purple, the more someone was around him the less it overtly affected them. Blue theorized that it was because his power actually slowly changed how someone thought until they liked him and wanted to make him happy, and then only had to work every once in a while to keep their thoughts of him positive.
White was given power over the most complex magics, being able to weave her magic into spells and shapes that could bring devastating effects. Where Purple's magic was a battering ram, getting what he wanted with great force, White's could slip through cracks and crevices, unseen and unnoticed until she already had what she wanted. Their protection spells were almost completely done by her, with a few here and there from the others. She was also their Healer, as most healing spells were terribly complex, requiring a delicate hand and an eye for detail.
Siblings wasn't quite the correct word to describe the way their Souls reached out to each other, but it was what Orange had come up with on the spot and they all disliked Soulmates, so it stuck. Their Souls were complimentary, a puzzle with seven pieces, fitting perfectly together. Each Soul reached for it's fellows, so similar and yet as different as could be.
They were each born from a singularity, placed into the womb of a woman with a connection to the fundamentals of the universe. They had a bond more intense than any siblings had ever shared, and you never saw one without the others nearby. Hogwarts had been particularly hard, as barely any of them were taking more than three of the same classes, but they had congregated on weekends and every day after class. Most of the 1997-98 school year had been hell, separated by circumstance as they were. Towards the end they were reunited, and fought back to back and shoulder to shoulder at the First Battle of Hogwarts.
The seven had been on the run since then, scavenging what they could, killing who they could, running whenever they had the option. They were no longer the bastion of light, setting themselves against the darkness. They weren't heroes, fighting to better the world. They were survivors, caring for nothing but the chance to continue living and not giving their enemies the same chance. They had little remorse left, and even less pity.