Disclaimer: It's not mine and I don't own it.

A/N: If you're reading this then you probably already know how screwed up this fic is and you don't need me to tell you. Well bad luck. I'm gonna tell you anyway. This fic is screwed. I am screwed. Fuck it, life is screwed!

Ok. Thanx, just needed to vent a bit, moving right along. Read the fic below. Thankyou.

Q's and A's:

When is this fic set?
It's set about seven hundred years after the timeline in the HP books.
At the moment I don't really need to define it so I won't, but its
roundabout that time.

What the hell is blood magic?
Essentially it's just magic that Harry and his 'descendants' can
perform, but I may decide to give it a bigger role in the story line.
How it works? Well basically it's the magical equivalent of DNA, but
has elements that don't change and are inherited by children from
their parents, which is why when performed in a family it can be
strong.

Are the currant 'Potter's' really Potters?
I've already explained this. No. They are not, in any way, shape or
form related to Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, green eyed little
bugga (I wish) apart from the fact he adopted their ancestors (which
you will learn more about, the main reason for your need to know about
this is... he never actually adopted them, but you'll find out more
later).

Did Harry die? How?

Harry? Die? Ya have gotta be kiddin me? No way, nuhu and absolutely not. This is Harry-bloody-Potter we're talking about right? Die? Get a fcuking life!

Is Sara good or bad?
You are soo going to love me. For this you're just going to have to
wait and see. I'm sure it's actually rather predictable, but I like
my thrills, I'll try and add a few twists and turns just to make it
interesting.

Why is one of Harry's 'descendants' called Bellatrix?
It's part of a bigger much more major sub-plot. As you can probably
see tho, things start to get a little... tricky. Lets just say that the
world wasn't all sunshine and lollypops once Harry disappeared. A few
twisted lies, a couple of well placed spells and Bellatrix Lestrange
was a loving and supportive family member of the boy-who-lived. In my
universe things are very twisted, but wait! It gets better.

Any other Q's then just e-mail me or leave a review and I'll be sure to answer your queries!

Summery: This is a different aspect outside of our world, a future of own, and a past. A place where things you'd never think possible are everyday experiences, a place where there are no limits but the limits you set yourself. Everything, anything! It can happen; nothing is unattainable. And yet, even in this world... mystery is defined.


Chapter One – The Beginning

"The nature of bad news infects the teller"
William Shakespeare


--1997--

Harry Potter grinned as he high-fived his best friend Ron before turning to his girlfriend. Hermione Granger gave him a quick peck on the lips and pushed him up so that he was grinning at the whole hall. Most of the hall, Slytherin's accepted, grinned back.

"Thankyou Harry, we hope that you enjoy your new position" the Gryffindor table cheered as their hero sat down on the wooden seats with a thud, still grinning from ear to ear. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ron exchange something with Hermione, and he grinned before turning back to them.

"Can I stop smiling yet?" they both burst out laughing at his bland remark and nodded their heads jerkily. Harry grinned and dropped the smile instantly, suddenly looking very different. Ron and Hermione blinked at the transformation their friend had just made. Harry's face had suddenly gone from laughing and mischievous to blank and emotionless. He turned to his dinner, not letting anyone else see his vacant face.

Ron and Hermione turned back to each other and blinked again, astonished by the change in their friend. But before either of them could speak, the laughing face of Harry James Potter waved his hands in front of their faces.

"You two are so gullible!" he continued to laugh and returned to his meal, the façade of happiness never dropping a notch. Ron started to laugh before turning back to Harry, pushing the incident from his mind. Hermione, however, paused for a while and looked at her boyfriend, before squinting at him, as if hoping that by scrutinizing him more his secrets would be revealed to her.

Nothing happened and instead he just turned back to her and motioned towards the full platters of food.

"Gonna eat anything tonight Mi?" she nodded slowly and turned to the food, noticing vaguely that her hands were clenched into tight fists, and in one hand, the note Ron had given her was scrunched up from the fear that had come over when she looked into Harry's emotionless eyes.

"Yeah, of course I am. I just don't plan on stuffing myself so full that I end up having to go to Madame Pomfrey before class even starts!" she gave an indignant huff and gathered some food onto her plate. Harry grinned at her before saluting her with his fork and the potato stuck on the end of it.

"That's the spirit Mi! Dig in!" and he returned to his own food with relish.

Later that night Hermione was reading the note that Ron had given her, and having regrets.

Hermione,

Tonight. Midnight. North Tower.

She gulped, and put her wand to the piece of parchment, watching, as with no flame at all, it slowly turned to ash and disintegrated in her hands, leaving them black and stained.

She fought back tears.

And slowly climbed into bed, setting her alarm for 11 o clock, which was only two hours away. Slowly, she drifted off into an uneasy nights sleep.



--2718--

Sara Potter sat upright in bed, breathing heavily. She twisted so that she could see her alarm, and looked at the glowing blue letters with a mild amount of annoyance before collapsing back down with a sigh. It was 11 o clock at night, and she was tired. It was coming up on July 31st and the whole of her family had been running around all over the place trying to get things ready for the birthday and deathday partys.

Sara herself had been doing very little running around or anything else, she had in fact been ordering her younger brother, named Jason after Harry Potter's adoptive children, around to do all of her chores. Jason, who adored her, had been doing them all willingly and quite competently, while his older sister had been sitting in her room reading about the Kedreva curse.

"Sara?" she turned around to face the small form of her ten year old sister and sighed, mentally wondering why the girl was up so late, but nodded for the girl to continue.

"I'm bored" she sighed again, wondering if it would be worth counting how many times her younger sister had come into her room and said the exact same phrase in the exact same tone of voice with the exact same intent at any given or for that matter ungiven time of the day. She managed to stop herself from putting her head in her hands.

"Well then why don't you go and do something interesting? And quit bothering me? It's eleven and I need to sleep!" the ten year old walked into the room and made her way over to the bed Sara was sleeping in.

"Then why are you awake?" Sara avoided her sister's eyes, perfectly aware of Fey's 'special' ability.

"I had a bad dream is all, nothing else. So why are you up so late at night?" the girl shook her head before leaning over and tapping Sara's temple.

"What was the dream about?" Sara looked down, trying desperately to not think of the green-eyes that had haunted her since she was seven. Her sister sat down in her lap and laced her arms around Sara's neck, looking at the blue eyed sixteen year old blankly. Sara shivered as the white orbs started at her expressionlessly, seeming to know where she was, even though she couldn't be seen by the young girl.

"It was about the past Fey" the blind girl nodded.

"You dreamt of butlers and doormen, wolves and mice, just like you always do" Sara shivered again at the mention of her fears. Ever since she was a young child she had been afraid doormen, wolves and mice, as well as butlers; mainly because she could vaguely remember the incident when she had been four years old, when their butler had tried to kill them all in their sleep. She quickly blocked her mind from the sources of her other fears.

"No, not tonight Fey. Tonight I dreamt of the past" she cradled the fragile form of her sister in her arms, resting her head against her sisters blond hair and closing her eyes, hoping that she might gain some of the wisdom her younger shadow had, that she might see through her sisters eyes.

"The one you had when you were young?" Sara nodded softly against the warmth of the bundle.

"The one that made you a blood traitor" Sara started to nod before realising what the words were and stopping, speechless. Suddenly Fey spoke again.

"But I know, sister, that you are still faithful to Harry Potter. No matter if you be a blood traitor to your ancestors or not" she reached up a small hand and touched her sisters cheek.

"You know the story of Adoption. Where our family was given to Harry Potter to care for and look after, where he adopted us. Have you ever wondered who the parents of those children were? The real parents?" Sara nodded, struck by how mature her younger sister sounded.

"I know sister. I didn't wonder. I found out" Sara managed a jerky nod again, waiting for the blond to continue.

"Would you like me to go on??" Another jerky nod.

"Our ancestors are none other than Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodulphus" Sara's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat, but the she frowned softly and a small 'oh' escaped her lips.

"But they were Harry's closest friends after Ron and Virginia! They survived the war! Why didn't they keep Jason and Kimberly?" Sara's eyes were wide, imagine being related to the Lestranges! Not only to Harry Potter, but the Lestranges!

Fey looked down in her sisters arms.

"Because Harry Potter never adopted anyone. And he certainly never adopted Bellatrix Lestranges daughter and son. Methinks he would rather have died than even think it" she paused, visionless eyes fixed on her sisters rapidly whitening face, waiting for the inevitable question.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?!" Fey smiled softly.

"If nothing else, sister, you are predictable. But what I am about to tell you is the truth. I swear to you it is. Much of it you will find you remember; as if a slight sense of De jevu has come over you. I promise you that however far fetched it may seem this is the truth..."

And Fey Potter told her sister the truth.

And that is where our story begins.
Notes:

In case you're wondering: The RWC was formalized 72 years after the disappearance and supposed death of Harry James Potter by his adoptive grandchildren.

Fey Potter: Is younger sister to Sara. She is six years younger than Sarah and was not awake the day that the doorman died. She was sleeping in a cot in another room and was blinded shortly after when a poisonous snake bit her, the only way they could save her was to make her loose her eyesight forever.

Jason Potter: Is also younger brother to Sara and is only eight. He was not alive when the doorman was killed.

Garth Potter: Is two years older than Sara and believes that Harry Potter hated mudbloods, he loves Sara very much but thinks she is just mislead and is always nice and kind to her. No more needs to be said.

Rachael Potter: Is seven and younger sister to Sara. She adores and idolises Sara. Special Talents: Will be revealed later, but basically similar to in 'The Named' and 'The Dark' where they have talents, but in this fic you only get one.

( refer to Notes in Prologue for a bit of info on the RWC)


A/N: And that is the second chapter. Sorry it's so short, I was in a bit of a hurry to post it and that bit above was the perfect place to end the chapter, I promise the next one will be longer and hopefully provide a bit more entertainment.

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