Pierre Delacour holstered his magically enhanced pistol as he looked at the corpses of the mercenaries that had been hired to kill his family. Fools, he thought condescendingly.

He brushed off a suit pocket before turning to see his wife walk in carrying a tommy gun that went well with her tight pinstripe suit. She wore a grey fedora, tilted to hang down over one side of her face, as she looked at the bodies herself.

"It seems," She mused aloud as more of the Delacour Mafia came in behind her, weapons at the ready, "that these men were not the best of their profession."

Pierre shook his head, "No, they weren't. Simple mid-level grunts mostly, but they had some useful information before they were terminated."

"Like what?" the woman asked, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Pierre flicked his eyes towards a locked pair of ornate oak doors, "In there, involves our family, one of our outer-alliance families and the Potters. Something I think we should secure before actually looking into it, at home or a safehouse. I don't want our Flowers to be killed if it's a trap."

Apolline Delacour nodded, causing her gold blonde hair to bob from the motion. Her sharp, hawk-like steel blue eyes studied the doors before motioning with her weapon.

The mafia members quickly went to work, a few pulling out wands as others got camera's out to get evidence in case of Magical or Mundane interference. Pierre soon led his wife out of the building, the Veela witch keeping an eye out for trouble as the head of the largest Mafia in all of Magical and Non-Magical France.

Unlike most of the Criminal based Families in France, the Delacours held some honor within their ranks...most of the time.

The times that didn't were usually what led to families like the Mévouilon and the Boisgeriou coming to an end, in both of the families, they were quite violent ends. Crime was dangerous, many people were either killed or left to rot within the dark alley's they were dropped in.

Pierre had grown up on these streets due to his former family having been killed off by the Alitré Family, which the family hunted him relentlessly until he married Apolline. wwThen he got his revenge with those that butchered his parents and little siblings, quiet justice that no one could link back to himself or his new Family.

Pierre was looking over several papers that had come in, reporting on several shipments of acromantula venom reaching their buyer successfully. He was about to sign off on them before a soft knock was heard upon his office door, making the Head of the Delacour Family pause.

"Enter," He said, glancing up as the door opened to show his eldest come in, "Ah, my flower, come to see Papa?"

Fleur Isabelle Delacour smiled at him, her blonde hair in a tight bun and petite body dressed in her school's blue uniform. She was a full blooded Veela, her younger sibling was only half-veela.

Pierre loved his daughters dearly, to kill for their safety was a given. His eldest was going to inherit the family business once he and Apolline stepped down.

"I did, Papa," Fleur nodded, hugging him as he pulled her close against him, "I hope nothing has happened since I have been away?"

"Nothing concerning the family business," Pierre took his seat once more before turning serious, "however, we did discover something that will affect you and your future, my Flower."

Fleur's face went rigid, tight mental control over her emotions kicking in as she looked at him flatly, "What is this discovery, Papa?"

He pulled out a copy of what the curse breakers and researchers discovered, a marriage contract. Fleur flinched and tried to get away from the paper itself, the magic that the copy was oozing was repelling her.

"What is that horrid thing you hold?!" She snarled, her skin seeming to ripple and turn orange like the sun, "I can feel the darkness upon it."

"That would be the demon's blood the family ancestors used to seal this marriage contract, my Flower," Pierre said flatly, placing the contract on the table before wandlessly covering it with a specialized charm shield, "you and one other young lady have been contracted to the Eldest of the Potter Family."

Fleur frowned, her skin returning to its normal color, "What? That boy from England?"

Pierre snorted, "That 'boy', as you so put it, is the inheritor of the largest Criminal Family known in the Magical and Mundane worlds. The Potters aren't as light as that fool Dumbledore wants people to believe, heh. They pretty much ruled the criminal worlds of Britain, America and Japan while James Potter was around. Until their deaths, of course."

Fleur tilted her head, like a bird would in some fashion, "But, that boy is just the 'Boy-Who-Lived', is he not?"

Pierre grinned, "My Flower, Harry James Potter isn't just that. My informats in England have noticed things, darker things that happen around the boy almost daily. He speaks to serpents, my Flower, he also has a tattoo across his back that is designed like that of a basilisk. He carries a tremendous amount of magic, but doesn't know where to put it, he looks into the darker parts of Magic for answers that people won't give him. Tell me, Fleur, does this sound like someone under Dumbledore's tutelage would do?"

Fleur frowned but shook her head, "No, it does not, Papa."

Pierre nodded, "He also, from what my spies informed me recently, summoned a mated pair of Egyptian Flame Cobras."

Fleur gasped in shock, "Those monsters should be extinct! How could a boy summon two massive serpents from the age of the Egyptian Gods?!"

Pierre chuckled, "I don't know but he is powerful, but without a place to put that power."

Fleur abruptly stood up, "Papa, if I'm going to marry this boy, then who else is going to marry him?"

Pierre held up the contract towards his eldest daughter, "The Basil Family, my Flower."

Durmstrang Institute, a castle that held the more stalwart and stubborn of the Magicals, stood imperiously against the weather that dared to try and tear it down. Within its walls held many of the children that would make or break the families they belonged to, many of them having no significance in what would be Magical Family Politics. However, in one of the largest classrooms of the castle, a lesson was being taught. Inside were two combatants, one fifteen year old young woman and across from her, a pale skin giantess.

"Good," The Giantess purred as she deftly backhanded a spell away, "You've improved your aim, Bellatrix. Now, let us move onto your spellwork."

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, or Professor Dimitrescu as her students called her, was a nine foot tall woman that wore aristocratic clothing. Her rather intimidating height was attributed to her giantess Mother as her father had been the feared Vampire Lord Alexion Dimitrescu, whom she got her magic from as well.

The Vampiress blocked a rather dark spell chain that would have turned any other mortal to ribbons before returning her own spell chain, blasting the young woman off her feet before she was bound in blood red ropes.

"Tsk, tsk, Bella," Alcina walked over towards her student, her hips swaying as she gently shook her head, "You forgot your first lesson once again, don't tunnel vision yourself."

Bellatrix Basil, heir of the Basil Family, glowered at Alcina but only nodded in defeat. The Vampiress waved her hand, causing the binding to vanish before she pulled the young lady to her feet.

"I didn't train my Goddaughter to be this way," Lady Dimitrescu said softly before summoning a goblet to her hand from her desk, causing it to fill with water, "Indeed, while you are growing, you are still stuck at the first step."

Bella drank from the goblet heavily before hissing out, "I can't focus my attention on anything, stupid basilisk traits."

Alcina sighed, "While your father can be attributed to this, you also will not focus yourself."

Bella looked away, knowing her Godmother was correct. Her father was a powerful Basilisk, one that could hide himself as a human with magic. Her mother was a Sorceress from a long dead family that her father killed when she had been tossed out. What she was, well, she was a combination of both her parents. Anyone that saw her real form, they'd see something similar to Medusa of the old Greek myths.

"I believe we should also work on your Parseltongue, Bella," Alcina said before taking back the goblet, banishing it back onto its place on her desk, "I'd suggest you strip off the clothing you want to wear unless you want your true form to tear it apart?"

Bella huffed before quickly undressing herself, glowering at her Godmother before letting her real body out. Her long legs fused together into a long sinuous tail of near black green scales, her similarly colored hair became a nest of serpents. All of the heads were shaped like that of a basilisk, all hissing and ready to bite on whomever got too close to her. Her body became fuller, hips widening, bust swelling. Clothing then appeared on her body, a cloth covering her most private parts, a bra-like cloth to hold up and cover her chest. A black veil covered her glowing yellow serpent eyes, protecting her Godmother from its instantaneous killing glare.

"You've grown," Alcina complimented before curtsying to her, as Bella bowed awkwardly, "Now, we dance."

Before the first spell could be fired, a sharp hiss stopped them both. Bella turned and panicked as her Father stood in front of Alcina's desk. His sharp yellow eyes watched her before he motioned her to him.

"My Hatchling" He hissed in Parseltongue, "I come with some difficult news."

"What news?" She asked, as Alcina walked over to stand beside her, "What could be so bad that you had to portkey into Alcina's classroom?"

Apophis Basil grimaced before holding up a contract, an old one from the looks of it. Moments after it appeared, Alcina hissed aloud as she backpedaled. Soon, Bella joined her, her forked tongue and heightened senses catching what was on the paper. Demon blood.

"Why is there foul blood on that paper?" Alcina snarled darkly, meter long dark black claws appearing on her fingers.

"This marriage contract was found by the Delacour Family," Apophis hissed before putting the darkly tainted paper into his robes, "Bella, the Delacour's eldest and the Eldest of the Potter Family are to be married."

Bella felt her heart sink as tears welled up in her eyes, "W-who put me in that?!"

The Basilisk in human disguise sneered, "The Basil Family, the ones that birthed me. They signed this contract in demon's blood during World War One, meaning no one can break it or they'll be cursed."

Bella felt her Godmother's arms wrap around her, without the meter long claws. Bella felt her world start to crumble around her, her father promised that she wouldn't be given away like those Pureblood families they suffered around. But, it happened anyway!

"There is some good news, however," Apophis's voice made Bella frown, "despite what propaganda says, the Potters are not 'Light'. They were or are the largest Criminal family ever created."

"What do you mean, 'were'?"

"The Potter heir hasn't taken over the Family Business or doesn't know about it," Apophis mused, "given that Dumbledore has him under his thumb."

Bella felt anger boil within her blood, "That fool of a wizard has no right to tell the Potter Heir what to do!"

Both adults nodded with her, as Alcina commented, "Indeed, he does not."

Apophis walked over and hugged his daughter to him, "Durmstrang will be heading to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. I think it would be best if you and Lady Dimitrescu head over there and 'educate' the boy on his true heritage. He may know of it but can't decide whether or not to take what his family rules."

Bellatrix hugged her father tightly before pulling away, returning to her human disguise and redressing herself, "Then I must prepare myself to meet my future husband, Father."

Apophis smirked, "Indeed you must, my Hatchling."