~~ May 1, 1960 ~~
"Goddess Frigga, please bless this child, Iacōbinus Loki Potter, hereby known publicly as James Charlus Potter, granting him good health and happiness." Dorea Potter chanted as her newborn baby lay in his bassinet in the middle of a sacred rune circle. While Charlus was off taking care of the Beltane bonfire.
As soon as Dorea was done with the blessing, Misty, one of their house-elves, came to her, "Mistress, Heady Whiskers is here to see you and Master."
"Dumbledore?" Dorea asked Misty with a frown on her face.
"Dorea! Look who has come to see us this fine Beltane day." Charlus yelled out as he led Albus Dumbledore from the Manor house to the table laid out with a Beltane feast.
"Hello, Albus!" Dorea yelled and waved with one hand as she carried James's bassinet with the other.
"Hello, Potter, family. I see you adopted," Albus said as he stood near the table. Charlus walked over to his wife and kissed her cheek before taking James.
"Oh no," Charlus said, walking over to Albus Dumbledore, "the Gods blessed us with this little miracle."
"The Gods blessed you?" Albus asked, looking at the black-haired babe in Charlus's arms.
"Oh yes, I gave birth to him in late March. So he should be starting Hogwarts in September of 1971."
"Awh... I'm sorry, I had heard rumors in the Wizengamot that Charlus..." Dumbledore stopped with an embarrassed look, "that teaches me to listen to rumors."
"Yes, the rumors were true at the time, but as I said, the Gods blessed our family and granted us a child of my blood," Charlus said happily, kissing his son on his forehead. "Would you like to join us in our Beltane feast?"
"I wasn't aware you believed in the Gods and the Old Ways," Dumbledore said, looking at the food on the table with a slight look of disappointment, "I thought you were a Light family?"
"Oh, we are a Light family!" Charlus said cheerfully, while Dorea had a slight frown on her face as she watched Dumbledore.
"Just because we still worship the Gods of old and practice the Old Ways does not mean we practice Dark magic," Dorea stated, frowning at Dumbledore and his meddlesome ways.
"But it has been proven the Gods do not exist; if you became pregnant, then it wasn't Charlus who impregnated you," Dumbledore said rudely to the witch, "unless you used Dark magic."
Dorea moved swiftly and slapped Dumbledore across the cheek, "how dare you!" She screamed at the daft man, "I have never been unfaithful to my husband, and I certainly did not use Dark magic to create James!"
"Albus!" Charlus yelled, "James is my son by blood! Dorea did not have another man's child. We have him registered with the Goblins as my heir. If he weren't my son, the Goblins would have said something. Also, nothing has been proven! Just because you don't believe in the Gods does not mean there are no Gods."
"Get out, you daft man!" Dorea said before she took a now crying James from her husband and walked into the house.
"Do be careful, child," Queen Frigga said as she and Hel appeared before Dorea as she breastfed James.
"My Queen!" Dorea said as she struggled slightly to stand up.
"No, no, don't move," Frigga stated as she and Hel created chairs in Dorea's private sitting room and sat down.
"Please, Dorea, be careful with that hairy man. I don't know who the ally that is, a hidden enemy. It might be Dumbledore; it might be someone else," Hel stated as she watched her father as an infant.
"Why are you here, Albus?" Charlus asked as he sat down and started filling a plate full of Beltane food.
"I was here to see if you would support me against the Dark families in the Wizengamot by trying to make these holidays illegal," Dumbledore said as he swiped his hand around and indicated the food and the bonfire that was roaring away in the yard.
"There is nothing Dark about the holidays that we practice," Charlus said as he looked at his friend.
"Did Dorea cut her hand as she started the ritual she was working on before I came outside? I saw her from the window," Dumbledore asked as he watched Charlus eat.
"Of course, she did," Charlus said between bites of his feast, "that's how rituals work."
"That's Dark magic," Dumbledore argued, and Charlus snorted.
"No, it's not," Charlus laughed, "I will give you that some blood magic is dark, but not all. But, calling on her preferential Goddess to bless a newborn is not Dark magic," Charlus argued, "are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"
"No. I will eat a normal meal at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said firmly with a disappointed look in his eye.
"Ah, Misty, why are you plating up three meals?" Charlus asked his house-elf.
"The Goddesses have arrived. Mistress send Misty for food," the eager house-elf stated.
"Albus, I really must join Dorea," Charlus said, "Jeebs, please escort Albus off the property and seal us up for the night." Charlus walked into the house as Albus Dumbledore sat at the Beltane table with his mouth open in shock.
"Goddesses, what Goddesses?" Dumbledore asked the house-elf only to be kicked out by the wards going up.
~~ May 2, 1960 ~~
Dear Lord Longbottom,
Ernest, I am writing to you to inform you that Albus Dumbledore came to our manor house and interrupted our Beltane. His goal was to get my support to do away with traditional Wizarding holidays and festivals. He was rather surprised and upset to find Dorea and me in the middle of one of the said festivals. I'm not sure why he thought I would support him. For some reason, he has decided that they are all Dark, and as a Light Wizard, I would not worship the Gods or practice the Old Ways.
As the leader of the Light faction, I was hoping for your support in dismissing this ridiculous bill Albus is trying to push forward.
Hoping Augusta, Franklin, and yourself had a happy Beltane.
Charlus
Lord Potter, Lord Fleamont, Lord Peverell
Dear Lord Greengrass,
I am writing to you to inform you that Albus Dumbledore came to our manor house and interrupted our Beltane...
As the leader of the Neutral faction, I was hoping for your support in dismissing this ridiculous bill Dumbledore is trying to push forward.
Charlus
Lord Potter, Lord Fleamont, Lord Peverell
Dear Lord Nott,
I am writing to you to inform you that Albus Dumbledore came to our manor house and interrupted our Beltane...
As the leader of the Dark faction, I was hoping for your support in dismissing this ridiculous bill Dumbledore is trying to push forward.
Charlus
Lord Potter, Lord Fleamont, Lord Peverell
~~ September 1, 1971 ~~
"Hello, my name is James. Can I sit here?" A small bespectacled black-haired boy asked as he investigated the train compartment that held two other little boys.
"Of course, come in," a small, thin, sandy-haired boy with a scar on his cheek said.
"S...s... sure," a pudgy, mousy-haired boy stuttered.
"My name is Remus Lupin. This is Peter Pettigrew," the thin boy said as James sat beside him. Peter shyly waved.
"James. James Potter," the bespectacled boy said, holding his hand out to shake both boy's hands. "I'm a first-year; how about you?"
"Y... yes...first...y... year," Peter said, quickly glancing at James before looking down again.
"I, also, am a first-year," Remus said. "So, do you like watching James Bond movies?"
"Who?" James asked.
"Oh...just a Muggle fictional character popular in books and movies. You introduced yourself as he does in his movies," Remus said, flushing with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm a pure-blood. I've never read Muggle stories, and I have no idea what a movie is," James said hesitantly, "Are you Muggle-born?"
"No, I'm a half-blood," Remus stated, and James heard Peter say the same.
"Potter, is your grandfather the famous Potioneer?" Remus asked, showing his potions textbook.
"Most likely. Most of my family have been Potioneers since before Hogwarts was founded. There is a family rumor that our family was the one to teach Slytherin potions," James whispered the last bit; James looked closer at the textbook Remus was holding, "that's my father's book."
~tla~
"Come, Sirius, auntie Walburga said you were to sit with me," a blond older girl said to a little black-haired boy.
"Ha! Ha! Cissa! Not a chance!" Sirius said, dodging his sixteen-year-old cousin and running into a compartment, "Colloportus fortis," Sirius said as he pointed his wand at the lock.
"Alohomora, Sirius Black! You open this door right now!" the tall blond girl said as she pounded on the door, unable to open it with a simple unlocking spell.
Sirius stuck out his tongue at the girl before he pulled all the shades blocking his cousin and turned around to see three shocked faces, "hi! My name is Sirius Black."
Bwahahaha! James laughed, "Oh Siri, that was the funniest thing I have seen since you put tadpoles down Bella's knickers!"
~~ February 1982 ~~
"Heimdall, can you please tell me if my wife and son are alive?" Loki begged the God of Sight.
"I'm sorry, your father has forbidden me," Heimdall said as he looked down and watched as the boy played with his stuffed stag, dog, wolf, and lily flowers. The rat was not replaced.
"Heimdall, can you tell me what is going on with my best friend, Sirius Black?" Loki asked, trying to get any information.
"Sirius Black...I cannot see him." Heimdall said as he looked all around Midgard.
"NO!" Loki cried his heart, breaking anew.
"Prince Loki, I do not believe he is dead," Heimdall said as he grabbed Loki's shoulders and made him stand up. "Because of the Midgardian magic, I cannot see everywhere on Midgard. The wards that they use make many places black holes in my sight. I believe your friend is in one of those places."
"He could have Harry in one of those places," Loki said with hope looking at Heimdall.
"I'm sorry, my Lord Prince, I cannot say," Heimdall said his own heart, breaking for the God of Mischief and Chaos.
