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Chapter 1: Prologue

I sit, still in the trees, not moving an inch, for in is ingrained in my nature after many hundreds of years to be able to go unnoticed by any eye be it mortal or not. In my silent vigil, I do not move, not an inch and I don't breathe for it is not a requirement of my kind.

I stare down at what has kept me here in this tree for many hours, it fascinates me, how free and careless, a child can be, how careless every child should be. It makes me truly believe that my life has been worth it and that this child, this child who used to be of my blood—before it was tainted—can live the peaceful and happy life that was stolen from me barely a year after it was given.

This beautiful, innocent child, one of many I have watched over in the last 232 years, always an unknown entity keeping this family from danger without them even knowing it. I'd always felt it was my duty to protect them, and I have, for they are my descendants. They help fill the whole in my heart that the family I never had while growing up left, and they are the family I was ripped away from before my first an only child was even born. No one has ever been aware of my presence, I won't let them be, I am a coward to the pain that would stake my heart were my family to ever know about me. Secrets cannot be kept, and one day my presence would be found out by someone undesirable and the information would leak. My family would be in danger and I would be the cause. The Ministry would keep an eye on them always, they would be shunned by their own world, a black mark be put on their name for the second time by the same person, all for harbouring a bloodsucking fiend. My kind is hunted and slayed, and I will not be the cause of danger coming to my family. I will never show my face to those I love the most.

Two and a half centuries ago I fulfilled my destiny, I was marked, I was told that it was my duty to fulfill it. I didn't want to, all I ever wanted was to be normal, to love and be loved. I found love, I found it after fifteen years of searching through abuse and neglect, and I found it. I found it in my dearest friends little sister.

She was the girl of my dreams and at the end of her seventh year I proposed to her, after many years of hardships, and death and destruction, I found it was all worth it for the moment she said yes.

Any barriers we had still up against each crashed down that night, there was nothing left to give, she was apart of me and I her. She was my first, my last and my only. We were set to marry two weeks after my Eighteenth birthday.

But as with every other good thing in my life, it did not last. Nothing ever did. Six days after my birthday, and eight days before what should have been the best day of my life, I fulfilled my destiny.

I killed the most evil man to ever walk to planet; the darkest wizard in history fell under my blade and my wand. That was my purpose, and I fulfilled it. I lay on the field in front of the castle that I spent seven years of my life living in, the first place I ever called home, awaiting death for I knew that with my injuries that I would surely die. I Lay there mourning the deaths of those who were my family; the last of a group of the best friends lay dead before my eyes, a man who took the killing curse for me so I could finish of the Lord of the Dark, one my fathers truest friends, lifeless. Half of the Staff of my beloved school was killed that day, and only the strongest and most powerful remained, all that was left were three of the heads of houses and the Headmaster. Snape, Mcgonagall, Flitwick, and Dumbledore. All of my year mates and those of the year below and above me were dead. But by some twist of fate every member of the Weasley family was still alive and kicking if only just barely; except of course their estranged son who had died the previous year. But of course, fate was not completely on my side that day, I was a fool to think she would be. She seems to have a cruel and sadistic sense of humour, as I should well have known.

That day when I was barely just eighteen years old, I was turned. My Sire found it in my best interests if I were to live through that day, there are days when I don't think I could ever forgive him for what he did to me, and then there are others where I am eternally thankful for what he did. He kept me alive that day, and I saw my child grow up, and my fiancé grow old.

I damn my sire for the day he didn't let me die in peace because I never got the chance to marry the love of my life, and I never got the chance to hold my Children in my arms, or teach them how to fly.

I was a shadow to their lives. I was shunned from the world I had grown attached to because of what I am. Those I dubbed my family understood, they never judged me, but still I was hunted.

Four days after my turning, and four days before my wedding, I fled. I bid goodbye to my love and my heart for a life of loneliness, because I knew my family would be in danger if I were to stay. I would not let my love come with me, I would not let her sacrifice the life she should have with her family and her friends, I would not let her live in exile. And so I left, never to return.

Oh how wrong I was. I could not stay away. I lasted two months before I broke, and gave in to myself. I thought I could go back to being alone, like it was before I was introduced to my proper world, but I couldn't I had to go back. I knew it would never be safe to show myself to the world again, not even to my family. I watched the girl I loved live in my childhood home. The home I rebuilt for the two of us, and for our future family to live in. In March of my fist year watching; She gave birth to two baby boys. Born, on the sixteenth night of the third month, in the year 2000 little Orion Harold William Potter and his younger brother by five minutes Damian Arthur James Potter were born, sons of Harold James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley.

And so I watched, I watched as my boys learned to talk and walk. I watched them make friends with their many cousins, and the children of some of my old schoolmates. I watched them go through their seven years at Hogwarts. And I was always there to make sure nothing too bad ever happened to them or any of their friends, who were, incidentally their cousins, and the children of my two first and best friends Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione Jane Weasley—née Granger.

I watched my sons as they found love and happiness, and I watched them start families of their own. As the years passed, the family of Potter got bigger and bigger and Ginny and Orion and Damian, my family, got older until one day my beloved passed away. That was the last time I let myself be seen, I crept into her room, past all the wards that I had secretly strengthened to sit by her bed in her last hours, I talked to her and eased her pain, she truly did understand me, she always had, and she told me she always knew I had been there, and that I would always be there to watch over our family.

And so here I am, watching, protecting my family, those of my blood, those I care for the most. Not once have I let anyone see me since the day Ginny died a hundred and thirty-five years ago.

Apparently fate thinks it's been long enough since I've been seen.

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