Okay, this one's sat on my computer forever, and as I was going through my un-posted stories, I found it. I originally stopped working on it because I got this far, and realized that I had no idea how to connect the two worlds of Mercy Thompson and Harry Potter.

Now, I re-read it, and decided that, though now I know how to combine the two worlds, I want to go ain a diffrent direction with the story. So I leave this to you.

I will say that my intention with this story was to have Harry or FemHarry (I was working with Fem but I wasn't really commited to it yet) raised by Bran and Leah, with her/him helping to bring the two into an actual loving relationship. So heres Marrok's Child.

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Prologue

Bran Cornick, Marrok of the North American Werewolves, sighed as he threw his mail down on the desk.

Leah, his wife and mate, was in a particular bitchy mood today.

He sat down at his desk, turning to face the window, looking out on the Montana wilderness. He supposed that, in many ways, it was his own fault Leah was so miserable. It was a well-known fact that he had never really loved her, at least not in the traditional sense of love. Their mating had been out of necessity, and worked more like a business arrangement than anything.

In exchange for calming the beast within him, for keeping Bran from becoming the beserker that had so many centuries ago inspired fear and terror for miles around, the beserker that had almost emerged when Blue-Jay Woman, his previous mate and mother to his second son Charles, had died, Leah wielded power over the werewolves of North America second to his own and had access to the fortune he had acquired from centuries of life.

Turning back to the desk, he picked up the mail and went through it. It was mostly bills, his own personal ones. The bills for the pack would be sent to Charles, who not only was his second, but also his accountant and enforcer. There were a couple letters of correspondence, but one letter in particular caught his attention.

It was a large manilla envelope from a law firm in England.

Opening it, he was surprised to find another envelope, with his name written in a feminine hand; a picture of a young man with messy black hair and brown eyes, a woman with fiery red hair and emerald eyes, and in the woman's arms a young infant with black hair and emerald eyes; and a letter. Setting the envelope and picture aside, he began to read the letter.

Dear Mr. Cornick,

Enclosed is a letter and picture. They are from your late daughter Lily Potter 'nee Evans, who was murdered, along with her husband James Potter a couple nights ago on October 31st.

They are both survived by their daughter, Raven Selene Potter. According to their will, custody of young Ms. Potter was to go to you if their other candidates proved unable to care for the child. As this is the case, we request that you contact us for further information. Also left to you was a family picture and a letter written by the late Mrs. Potter, which have been enclosed, as previously mentioned.

With condolences,

A. Tonks

Tonks & Tonks

And under the name was a phone number.

Bran re read the letter again, somewhat surprised. The only Evans he knew had been a young woman named Elizabeth. She had been married, and he had been frustrated with Leah.

He supposed Lily had been the product of their affair.

He decided he'd have to contact A. Tonks, but before he reached for the phone, the Marrok picked up the letter from his daughter, opened it, and began to read.

Dear Mr. Cornick,

We have never met, but my name is Lily Selene Potter. My mother was Elizabeth Evans, a woman that I believe you knew briefly.

I am the child of your affair with her.

I do not know why you and mother were involved, or why she never told you of me. Perhaps she thought it was best for everyone. But I wanted you to know I exist, though as I am leaving this letter to be given to you in the event of my death, perhaps that should be existed.

So if you are reading this, I am dead, but I do have one request of you. I have a daughter, Raven, your granddaughter. I ask that you at least meet her once, if you are able. I'm afraid that I do not know if you could afford to travel to Britain.

I am sorry that I never got to meet you, or know what kind of man you are. I hope that if you learn anything about me, you will be proud of the woman I have become, even though we have never met, and you likely have had no idea of my existence until you received this letter.

With love,

Lily Potter

Bran wiped away a small tear as he finished the letter. He'd had a daughter, and he had missed her whole life.