A story where Lily wasn't so faithful, but neither was she unfaithful. She gave birth to Heteropaternal twins. The Sea's Daughter and the Wizard Son.
3 • Elves, Aurors and Purple robes?
It had been a week since Hallie and her brother found themselves on the doorstep of Mister Cain's farmhouse in the state of Missouri in the Midwestern part of America. Courtesy of her brothers absolutely brilliant teleportation power. Or as Mister Cain had called it Apparition and Disapperation. A magical form of teleportation through which a magical being can disappear (disapparate) from one location and reappear (Apparate) in another.
Mister Cain told her brother to never try to go back to England or any other really far away places, that way until they are older and more experienced so they don't accidentally leave a body part behind. She had scoffed at that but Cain said that it was absolutely possible and that wizards even had a name for it. Splinching. It even sounded nasty. He said that Intercontinental Apparition was best left to the professionals. And Hallie agreed wholeheartedly after hearing that and was very thankful they hadn't left anything behind.
Presently she was clinging to Mister Cain's right hand while Harry held his left. Her stomach felt as if it were going to come out her mouth with the out of this world feeling their new mode of teleportation gave.
It was Mister Cain's way of getting around when he forgot something and didn't feel like using his truck to travel back and get it as it would take too long and the store would most likely be closed. The world around them was shifting quickly in a splash of colours making her feel nauseous. It was still better than being squeezed through a tiny rubber tube though she thought.
Mister Cain had agreed to take them to the magical registration office here in America so they wouldn't be staying illegally. At some place called MACUSA in Woolworth Building, Downtown New York City, NY. She couldn't remember what the MACUSA stood for but assumed the USA part just stood for the United States of America. Mister Cain had explained it but she had been too excited about trying out his way of getting around. That she now regretted.
Then as suddenly as it started the world abruptly stopped moving and Hallie lurched forward on the marble and granite polished floor spilling her breakfast. She jumped back from her bile when an ugly looking creature appeared in front of her with a pop, grumbling as it cleaned it up. Her eyes were wide in shock and didn't notice her face being cleaned too. The creature had large bat-like ears and bulging pale blue eyes the size of tennis balls and wore what, she thought, looked like a pillowcase with rips for arm and leg holes. Its pale eyes glared at her muttering under its breath before vanishing again.
She blinked before turning her frightened gaze back to Mister Cain and her brother, who seemed to have done better than she had, and was still standing the only thing that gave away his discomfort was the green tinge his face had taken on.
'Wh-what... what w-was—th-that thing?' she stuttered stumbling to her feet when Mister Cain grabbed her upper arm to help steady her.
Mister Cain let out a huffing laugh and let go of her arm when she regained her bearings. 'That—juniors. Was a House-elf. A magical being that lives to serve wizards, they are loyal magical creatures bound to their owners as servants for life...' He didn't finish his explanation as her brother interrupted him with a frown.
'So they're slaves then?' Harry demanded scowling up at Mister Cain.
When she realised this a frown too appeared on her face. 'What exactly is a House-Elf Mister Cain?' she inquired seeing as her brother was still sore over how they were treated.
Mister Cain raised an eyebrow at them and gestured for them to follow him as they walked through the massive granite and marble hall. She sped up her pace to keep up with the man she sort-of looked up to, still not fully trusting him. She let her eyes wander to the walls around them that had portraits of who she assumed were important figures, one had a funny-looking old man who wore an old-style suit or robe thingy. Or maybe it was a trench coat, she wasn't very great with clothes. That was her Aunt Petunias thing and she would rather die than be anything like her Aunt.
She paused mid-step when he winked at her and bowed politely, nearly tripping over her feet. Squinting slightly she stopped to read the gold plaque or tried to at least. She believed it read that his name was, President Josiah Jackson, the rest was gibberish to her. Blinking she hurried back to mister Cain and her brother who was still talking about house-elves only catching the end of the conversation.
'—actually enjoy it.' was all she had caught from Mister Cain's finishing statement.
She tugged on his sleeve slightly and he stopped. 'Hmm?' he hummed for her to continue.
'Mister Cain—I-I think I saw that painting move.' she said pointing back at Josiah.
He blinked before smiling and ruffling her hair. 'So you did junior. Magical portraits are prone to do so. I believe magical portraits are sentient due to enchantments placed on them by the painter. The portrait is able to use some of the person's favourite phrases and imitates their general demeanour based on how the person appears to the painter; but, they are limited in what they can say or do. Many magical families have them in their homes but are most often found in schools and places like this. I don't really know what their purpose was though...' He trailed off she and Harry shared a disbelieving glance.
Wizards sure were strange. She thought as they began walking again turning a corner where they were stopped by a man in a brown leather knee-length coat, it reminded her briefly of President Jackson in the portrait. 'State your name and business within MACUSA.' the man said with an authoritative tone his chocolate brown eyes not once leaving Mister Cains face. The man was tall but not quite as tall as Mister Cain and he was far thinner too with slicked back short sandy blond hair, she tilted her head to the side trying to read his badge that most likely had his name on it.
'Theodore, ' Harry whispered in her ear, she flushed at being caught trying to read the name, even if it had been her brother. She supposed he knew her well—being twins and all that. She muttered a quick thanks averting her eyes from the man. Her English reading lessons with her brother were still very difficult.
Hallie's eyes caught a shiny glint of metal out of the corner and she turned her attention to that keeping half an ear open to the adults talking. Embedded in another wall in the entrance to what looked to be a Lobby of sorts was a large bronze carving of a group of robed people with sticks in hand. The one in the centre looked an awful lot like her brother with his horrid hair, only the man's was cropped shorter, and a similar pair of round glasses perched on his nose. Her curiosity got the better of her and her feet began moving of their own accord towards the carving, carrying her away from her company.
Upon reaching the bronze figures, that would routinely move as if in combat, she noticed another gold plaque though this one didn't seem to be in English and thanked whoever had made it a language she could read.
Her head tilted to the side as she ran her small fingers over the engravings.
Memorial of the Original Twelve,
Witch Trials of 1692–3
Twelve beave wizards and witches who volunteered their lives to protect us and root out the Scourers of Wizardkind.
The Original Aurors of First President Josiah Jackson, Leader of the Twelve Heroes who fought for wizardkind against the No-Maj, and shed their blood fighting those that would turn against their kin to save their skin. (A/N: we didn't mean for that to rhyme we couldn't think of anything else... sorry...)
In memory of Aurors,
Wilhelm Fischer, 1671–1693
Theodard Fontaine, 1671–1751
Gondulphus Graves, 1670–1693
Robert Grimsditch, 1672–1693
Mary Jauncey, 1671–1693
Carlos Lopez, 1672–1693
Mungo MacDuff,1669–1693
Cormac O'Brien, 1670–1693
Abraham Potter, 1672–1693
Berthilde Roche, 1669–1693
Helmut Weiss, 1670–1693
Charity Wilkinson, 1669–1749
Berthilde Roche, 1669–1693
Helmut Weiss, 1670–1693
Charity Wilkinson, 1669–1749
(A/N: we know the history doesn't line up with our own but this is how Rowling had it. And since when did wizardkind make any sense... having presidents before there were presidents MACUSA before the USA... just to name a few oh and the fact that slavery was still a thing back then... But hey maybe wizards were different...)
Hallie paused on Abraham and blinked repeatedly before returning her gaze to the wizard's face. She frowned in thought so they were famous then? She jumped when a hand rested on her shoulder jolting her from her musing.
Her eyes met those of the man from before Theo—the... Theodore! That was it she had nearly forgotten it in the time she spent analysing the bronze carving that rested below the MACUSA emblem of the bald eagle with tongues of flames licking at its outstretched wings. Meekly she turned her gaze to the floor unable to hold his gaze. His hand still rested on her shoulder his low gravelly voice broke through the uncomfortable silence that settled between them.
'If you would follow me, Miss Potter I shall return you to your guardian.' Hallie snapped her eyes to where she had left Harry and Mister Cain only to find they were no longer there. She bit her cheek to stop herself from calling out for them and instead grabbed Mister Theodore's hand and let him lead her over to a lift to the left of the Lobby desk in the other room. Mister Theodore stood in the corner of the lift as other people piled in with them forcing her into the man's side. He seemed nicer then he was when they first met and Hallie couldn't help but wonder what Mister Cain had told him when she had gotten sidetracked with her and Harry's probable relative.
The loft doors opened revealing to her a large and very bland room filled with small offices where witches and wizards were going about their day-to-day life behind the desk. She shuddered what an awful job that must be she thought. Just as she was about to step out Mister Theodore stopped her confused Hallie turned an inquiring stare on the blond. He shook his head at her and the other wizard that was in the lift with them picked up his briefcase and exited it. Her mouth dropped in an "Oh" expression and she nodded her head waiting for their stop.
After a few more stops they finally reached their destination but standing across from Mister Cain and Harry was an old man with a long grey beard that tucked into his belt, he wore bright purple robes and a stereotypical start wizards hat. She froze in the lift, she dreamed about this man and none of the dreams had been very good. They were nightmares really. Her eyes were wide with panic and she could see that Harry knew him too his shoulders were tense and his breathing was quick. Hallie's mouth dropped open when his eyes rolled back. Nonononono! this couldn't be happening not now. She ran to her twin paying the others no mind as they all started yelling making Harry worse as he hyperventilated in his sister's arms.
Then a few different things happened all at once. And Harry exploded...
TBC... I know we're cruel aren't we don't worry the next chapter will be up in a few. Well, wishes from, Hotstuff and LilDev16;P
