Hogwarts 1976, Unknown Location, Scotland
James sighs dreamily gazing at his obsession—ahem—lady love, Oh how beautiful she looked when—uh—when….James shook his head, his thoughts strangely muddled as he tries to remember when his Lily-Flower (who? the same girl who said you aren't worth her time? who looks down her nose at you, and screeches at you whenever you are in her vicinity? The one who doesn't follow the ways of magic? Wake Up James, she is a mudbl— why can't you remember? You must remember) looked the most beautiful. But before he could go any further with the train of thought, a bright light enveloped him and suddenly he was falling .
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Sirius subtly glances at his baby brother—ahem—Regulus—he should stay in character— to see him just as confused as Sirius, frowning softly as he surveys the room.
The Gryffindor takes in the people who had been dumped just like him in the middle of a surprisingly peaceful day (he should have known the peace wouldn't have lasted). It seemed like the whole school was there. He nodded to the heirs discreetly they when meet his eyes.
He is about to announce his presence when screaming intrupts his dramatic reveal. Every eye falls on the falling source of the sound which sounds very familiar (like prongs when the water is little too cold) as a flailing body lands next to him in a heap.
He pouts, there goes his plan of drawing attention to himself.
The room laughs at his best mate's misfortune when a resounding BANG! is heard.
His family and several other Purebloods and Ministry workers appear.
He grins to himself, more chaos, how marvelous!
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Regulus' brain goes miles and kilometers in seconds as he analyzes his current situation, he notes the presence of his friends and brother among the other students of the school.
BANG!
The sound comes after laughter and distracts him, he looks up to see his family among other gathered people, nudging his frinds in their ribs he signs them towards the area where his family along with the Malfoys, the Rosiers and the Lestranges are standing whispering among each other discreetly.
Evans, Rabastan and Barty nod at him and follow his lead towards their families (well except Barty, but he follows them regardless, anything is better than his father's displeasure in seeing him donned in slytherin robes).
Greeting the Lords first, he moves to sit next to his friends on the nearby couch, smiling slightly at his family. (he nearly exhales in relief when he finds two of them missing, their existence still a secret.)
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The students reunite with their families, some smilling, some grimacing, hugs and uncharacteristic smiles are exchanged whereas some ice cold facade rebuild and scowls makes way on faces.
The screen lights up, drawing attention their attention to it, a girl and a boy are shown sitting donned in pureblood robes and heir rings displayed on their fingers.
Some of the audience show their distaste at the show of wealth and status, an image of a snobby slytherin forming in their minds while others nod in approval.
"Merry meet." they say together.
The girl is beautiful her features striking resemblance to Potter, some think with curiosity and others with distain.
Muggleborns and some halfbloods are confused by the address. The Purebloods smile, eyes shining in approval.
The Potters look at girl wondering about her appearance and the Potter heir ring on her finger.
The Black's however have their eyes fixed on the boy, his silver eyes, the curl of his hair and rings on his fingers, The Black enblem shining on it.
Sirius' thoughts come to a screeching halt as he sees the smirk on the boys lips, something that looks like an echo of his baby sister.
Regulus observes and frowns a little when the boy looks a little too much like his friend for his liking.
"I welcome you to my stage, my act and my play.", the girl says confusing many.
"Welcome to view the story that I display." the boy continues.
"My truth is my own, liquid honor runs in my veins."
Red and Gold magic explodes in the backgroung enveloping the heiress.
Many eyes widen as they realise the significance of the lines, the words of the potter family echo in the room, as ancient magic rushes to acknowledge the claim.
Fleamont, Charlus and James straighten as magic within them hums in approval conforming the girl's identity as a Potter and her right to the heir ring.
"My heart is my own, cunning I do not lack, my blood pure, its magic black." the boy says as his robes flutter to reveal toujours pur written in silver calligraphy on his wrist.
Gasps ring around Regulus as he tries and fails to hide his suprise when the magic rises to acknowledge the claim and hums in approval. Every scion of the house of Black meets each others eyes and recognization flashes in silver orbs.
The Muggle raised and the ones who have ventured far fron their roots, are still confused.
"I am Aster-Dorea Potter, the first of my name, the daughter of the Lord James Potter, son of Lord Fleamont Potter, Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter."
James mouth falls open as he looks at his daughter from the future (her claim has already been acknowledged by magic it has to be true).
Lily Evans screeches wondering why this girl claiming to be James daughter looks like a pureblood, the amount of amortentia she has been dosing him with, she has to be her daughter and there was simply no way her daughter would be a pureblood snob.
Lord Potter looks at his granddaughter and smiles in pride, at her manners and company, a lady that one is, James did good.
Sirius laughs at his god-daughter (any other god father is simply unacceptable), grateful Dumbledore didn't get his claws in her.
Remus looks at his friend's reaction and wonders, if they know that he knew.
Many are confused, why is a Potter behaving like a filthy slytherin?
Severus sneers at the girl's arrogance, just like her father.
"And I am Astrophel-Regulus Black, the first of my name, the nephew of the Lord Alkaid Black, grand-daughter of the Lord Arcturus Black, the Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black."
Gasps ring around this time as people hear that Sirius is not the next Lord Black, his fangirls who dreamt of being the next Lady Consort cry as their dreams shatter.
Bellatrix cackles as the claim is acknowledged, her eyes filled with mirth at the continuation of the line.
Lord Black watches with amusement as chaos erupt as a well kept secret is unvieled.
Sirius and Regulus wonder whose son he is, happy that their darling baby sister has not been defile (well...).
The other Black's smile at the boy who is their new heir, seeing and approving of his manners.
Rabastan and Barty look at their friend and wonder about Alkaid, whose name they didn't even hear before today.
Others question the title of Lord instead of Lady and wonder why Sirius or Regulus are not the Lord of their House.
James smiles, his cousin's identity is finally revealed.
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"Confused?" Astrophel laughs, a rich sound that sends some girls swooning.
People nod.
"Well darlin' life,we should tell them now."
The Potter males fume, their baby would not date, ever.
"Oh love, If you say so."
James' jaw clenches, why is his daughter calling a boy love?
"Well for the less fortunate in the minds, who haven't reached the conclusion already, we are from the future, the year 1998."
Snorts are heard as one who already reached the conclusion, amuse themselves at his wit.
"We have arranged this call by the using an ancient ritual which will allow you to see the future, so that you can bring the changes made faster and to prevent many deaths."
Muggleborns and 'Light' wizards look scandalized at tge mention of 'dark' magic, throwing accusation on the boy.
"SILENCE"
The voice of the Potter Lord rings in the room.
"Ritualistic magic is not dark, it is magic in it's purest form, which is done by offering the blood of tge caster as an offering to the gods, do not speak of things you know nothing of."
The 'Light Wizards' scowl but quiet down wondering why the lord of a 'Light' house is defending 'dark' magic.
Smirks are exchanged by the traditionalists at the defense from Lord Potter.
Molly Weasley goes to scream again but is cut short when a silencing spell from Dorea Potter renders her voiceless as she fumes.
"May Magic bless you and yours."
With these parting words the screen blacks out.
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