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Prologue
In all of history, the pureblood families usually take to a side in war. And just like any others, the Zabinis too were expected for what was so special about them anyway? On the outside they were as ordinary as ever having heirs and children that were being sorted into Ravenclaw or Slytherin or Hufflepuff. Yet in all honesty, they were as secretive and shady as the false background they took up.
In the early generations, the Zabinis were always the peacemakers, always resolving a fight as easily as it was started whether or not they were the cause. In most history, they played the advisers to peace, always in the background so no one would notice them. Many a times the wheels of fate started moving because of them, yet that was at least a century ago.
In this new millennium, the new generation of Zabinis will finally continue their legacy and unknowingly cause the wheels of fate to once again turn.
28 August 1989.
Joseharnais Victoria Zabini was a brilliant woman and a success in everything she did. Though sometimes she took the pace of a snail to complete her work, she finished it with complete satisfactory from everyone.
While she was young, say about three, her parents were killed in the war as causalities while they were shopping at diagonal alley. While it wasn't absurd that innocent bystanders were killed during a battle. It was stranger that two people who had mastery over certain magic fields like battle warfare were killed. They both were on a neutral ground thus neither the light nor the dark side would care about them.
To have any death eater accidentally kill them was ridiculous as both were known throughout the magical community. Unless… unless it was on purpose, which brings Joe's thoughts back to who the culprit could be and why.
Thinking about it for the countless time was frustrating to say the least. She had never a carefree moment in her life yet. Since young, she was orphaned and sent to her distant aunt as according to her parents' will, yet she was always sad.
Her aunt was kind to her, as kind as any child will know, yet the problem was that she did not have a good childhood. Her aunt's husband was always drunk and while he avoided beating her for fear of any freakiness, which was her magical heritage, he didn't show mercy to his wife who was a squib.
What he did do to her was show her how people should be punished by raping, beating her aunt in front of her, with the additional mental and verbal taunts to Joe about how he would do that to her when she was older.
Oh. Joe was lucky indeed, if not for the fact that while her aunt still live, had taught her not to hate such people as not everyone was so abusive, and the fact that she went to school with friends in hand, she would have turned out to be a muggle-hater.
Her years in Hogwarts as a Slytherin were filled with politics. It was also the place where she had gotten her title as the ice queen. Cold and emotionless was her face yet she was as pale and beautiful as a queen. Her status was brought forth when she inherited her parent's talents, attaining mastery over two fields of magic at the youngest age known, which was nineteen years old.
It seems that her aunt's death had spurred her to do well, when she was at the age of fifteen. Luckily, as she was apprenticed to a spell-smith at that time, she was under his wing and needn't return to her uncle as she was still considered two years underage.
Currently, she was researching in her family's library which was impressively big, for a solution to her problem. To allow an adopted child to have Zabini's blood. For, if she does not have one by the age of twenty –two which was in a year, she would have to forfeit her magic, her position as the head, and her inheritance. Normally, she wouldn't give a penny of though to her inheritance as money wasn't exactly what she was after.
No, it was the thought that she would have to give it to the foolish, power-hungry minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. Not that the other ministers weren't power-hungry, but Fudge was a complete fool, and giving him the inheritance implied that the ancient house of Zabini had fallen, never to resurrect again, one that she would never allow. She would not fail her late parents or her ancestors now.
Yet…
Goldyhocks, manager of the inheritance department, looked at her speaking in a fluent English tongue one would not expect from a goblin.
"Ms. Zabini, as from what I can advise you, there isn't really much to worry about, just choose your husband, settle down, have a child and it's done. The inheritance yours to take, position and magic is also yours forever uncontested. I really don't see why you're so outrage at it. Unless…"
Glaring up from her seat wearing a frown on her face, she answered.
"Isn't there any other way to settle this?"
"Why of course, however in your case it might be impossible…"
"Speak up about that, mayhap it might help me if not a bit in the least!"
"Well… you see for families, who cannot have children, they have the choice of appointing someone else to take the place as future head of the family. However, your ancestors have added a clause that should you do that, the heir must be a male and magical, and have at least half of a Zabini's blood flowing through his veins."
"Half of a Zabini's?"
"It just means that if you appoint someone, that person must be closely related to you, probably a direct cousin."
"But… I don't have any direct cousins. The closest are the Blacks, my cousins five times taken or so…"
"My point exact Ms… my advice would still be that you get married as soon as possible."
Giving another release of a sigh, Joe stood up and thanked the goblin, walking slowly to the door…
There has to be some spell in the books here that allow her to christen an adopted child to have her blood flowing through his veins! Irritating olden rule, another reason why she dislike the olden pureblood families. They still stick to the old-fashioned ways of candles and lamps, instead of using the modern supplies of bulbs and computers.
She promised herself, one day when this problem is solved, she will make sure that her ancestral manor is updated to the latest and modern technology needed.
30 August 1989
"Water from spring,
Ash from king,
Bring me what I want
To solve my rant"
So saying, a whirlpool of dirty water came sprouting out in the ritual room spinning around wildly that if not for the protection of the hundreds of golden runes around the walls and floor, Joe would have been thrown up spinning around and round till her head grew starry forever.
Joe in the meantime was gritting her teeth together hoping that her troubles have not gone to naught. This spell was one of the two olden spells which she will be using. The other one was a christening spell to adopt one into the family making that person has the equivalent of half of a Zabini; while this one would be to find the right child with the qualities she had in mind.
Although, if she had known it was going to be this windy she wouldn't have done it the hard way, going to every orphanage to see each child available for adoption.
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