So, this little story popped into my head, and I just had to write it. I've actually been writing quite a bit lately and whilst none of them are close to being finished, I want to start posting them anyway. I won't promise a regular posting schedule. Though, I can hopefully assure you that there will be a new post to each of my stories every month.

The picture I've used isn't mine but was the original inspiration for this story, so I wanted to use it.

I obviously do not own Harry Potter, or anything associated with it; I am merely using it for my own creative inspiration. This story is a fem!Harry with a reverse harem. Holly will not choose between her mates and will in fact be with all seven that I have chosen. These mates are Fred, George, Percy, Bill, and Charlie Weasley as well as Fabian and Gideon Prewett (this will be covered in later chapters). If this is not your cup of tea, I completely understand, so just click the back button, and enjoy a story that is more your speed.

This story is not going to be Pro Dumbledore at all but there will be no Weasley bashing because I love them too much to do that.

Anyway, I've blathered on enough, so without further ado, please enjoy.


Holly didn't know why she felt so hot. It was like she was submerged in lava, and she whimpered at the pain; her body shaking as she tried to keep the screams from falling from her parted lips. It would not do to wake Uncle Vernon; not if Holly wanted to avoid another beating. Even with the threat of magic, Vernon was more than happy to continue to teach Holly her 'place'. She was still bleeding from the beating she had received that evening, her whole-body sore and still finding it hard to breathe.

Holly suspected she was dying; it would certainly explain the blood she could taste in her mouth and the wet sounds she was making as she took in another shaky breath. However, Holly didn't think dying would be so achingly hot. The worst of the pressure was on her back, between her shoulders; it felt like something was trying to force itself from her body, but her body was resisting or didn't know how to help the transition.

She was worried. Ron would be coming to pick her up and take her away tomorrow, but would she even make it until then? The pain was excruciating; worse than any beating Vernon had given her. She could do nothing to alleviate it because she couldn't seem to unfurl herself from the little ball she had curled into earlier that night.

The scream was unwittingly torn from her lips when the pressure gave way, and something ripped its way through her skin, tearing away her oversized shirt in the process. Holly gripped her sides tightly, only slightly aware of something sharp piercing the skin where her fingers were. She sobbed into her pillow as the door was thrown open and Petunia's piercing scream reached her ears.

Holly didn't care. She could hear Vernon screaming and yelling and knew he would kill her for this; whatever this was.

Please, she pleaded to any deity that would listen to her, help me.

The last thing Holly remembered before she blacked out was a gentle caress on her cheek by a clawed finger and a woman's voice hissing gently into her ear.

Rest assured, little *Erinyes, this slight against one of our own will not go unpunished.


*Tisiphone had arrived first, always better at tracking than her siblings, and seen the raised fist and the huddled, broken, and bloody body of her new sister and had reacted faster than the eye could perceive. With barely a flick of her wrist, the man was sent flying away from her shaking sister, the wall cracking upon his impact with it. She cared none at all if the hit had killed him, but she knew it hadn't; he was still alive, unfortunately, for him. A quick death would not be what she and her sister's offered him for his actions against one of their own.

Please, she had heard her sister's voice in her head as she prayed, help me.

It was uncommon for Erinyes to ask for aid; they were a powerful warrior species, and it was their enemies who begged and prayed for salvation against them. To see one of their own, no matter how long they had known about her, so weak and scared, set off protective instincts that Tisiphone would only ever feel for her own. In that moment, Tisiphone knew she would raze the world for her newly awakened sister; a sentiment she had no doubt her sisters would share.

She gently caressed her sister's cheek, mesmerized as she sensed that the child was also one of Hecate's blessed-borns. Tisiphone wondered if Hecate knew of this slight against one of her blessed children and made a mental note to inform the Goddess of this transgression for no other reason than the entertainment of seeing Hecate lose her careful composure. The Goddess was fiercely protective of her blessed-borns.

Rest assured, little Erinyes, she whispered to her sister, as she wrapped her arms around the little witch, mindful of her talons, this slight against one of our own will not go unpunished.

They were gone a moment later, just as Tisiphone felt her sister's appear in the room and heard their enraged screams at the sight of their broken sister. Blood would be shed this night; after all, it was only fair.

Blood for blood.

A just punishment and a warning to whosoever tries to harm their little Erinyes.

The Erinyes did not forget.

And they most certainly did not forgive.


Ron had been asleep when the wards went off. Years of being friends with one Holly Potter had him immediately out of his bed and his wand in hand. He could hear the rest of the house awakening seconds before his mother's scream tore through the house. Followed by Ginny's horrified cry.

"Holly!"

He was out of his room and downstairs so fast it was as if he had apparated.

There, in their living room, bruised, bleeding, and unconscious, was his best friend. Standing over her, a terrifying visage of beauty and death, was a creature Ron could only remember hearing about from stories. Leather black wings and sharp talons in place of fingers and toes made for a terrifying enough sight. However, it was the snakes hissing aggravatedly on top of her head and the blood red eyes that glared fiercely at them from a supernaturally beautiful face that had Ron shivering in fear.

The fact that his best friend now sported the same leathery, bat-like wings and knife-sharp talons was irrelevant to Ron; though he wondered what had forced Holly to come into her inheritance so early only to pause when he took in her condition, his eyes darkening. Holly had been forced through her inheritance to save her life. However, she had gone through her inheritance too early and without assistance; meaning Holly was in even greater danger than she would have already been from the beating that pathetic muggle had given her.

The vengeful woman standing over his best friend locked eyes with Ron and he resisted the urge to cower back under her intense gaze. She must have seen something she was happy with because she gave a sharp nod a moment later before she spoke, her voice a low, haunting hiss that seemed to have the room darkening as if even the light was scared of the creature before them.

"Protect our little Erinyes, blessed-borns," she told them sternly, "less ye face the wrath of my sisters and I."

She was gone in a swirl of black smoke and the occupants of the room stood there for all of a shocked second before pandemonium struck their household.

"Arthur! Call Poppy! Tell her it's an emergency!"

"Percy! A bowl of warm water and clean towels!"

"George! Go grab one of your old sweaters!"

"Ron…"

"I'm not leaving Holly!"

"Fine, Ginny, go and get my healing salves."

"Yes, mum."

"Fred, help me get Holly to Ron's room."

They were quick to do what Molly instructed, Ron never leaving Holly's side even as Fred scooped her up and held her close to his chest, mindful of the wings that had wrapped themselves protectively around the younger witch. Ron watched Fred frown, no doubt feeling how light Holly was. She was older than Ginny but the same height and much skinnier than their little sister. Ron and Hermione had always tried to encourage Holly to eat as much as she possibly could during the school term and tried to send her food during the holidays. He knew she didn't get them though; that pathetic muggle she was forced to call an uncle regularly searched her room and confiscated anything he didn't want her having.

The trip up the stairs was quick and Ron rushed ahead to remove his blanket from his bed and place down an old sheet before Fred was gently lowering Holly onto it. Ron didn't miss the way Fred's hands lingered on Holly's pale skin either; reluctant to release her less she suddenly disappears. Fred and George had recently come into their own inheritances. Like their brothers before them, they had inherited the *Unseelie gene; a 'Dark' creature inheritance that many would not believe the 'Light' family having in their bloodline.

Both of them were unceremoniously shoved out of the room after George and Percy had retrieved what they were asked to get. Ron scowled when he caught the lingering glances his brothers were throwing his unconscious best friend and made a mental note to keep a closer eye on Holly. She wouldn't know what was happening, but Ron did, and he didn't want Holly being overwhelmed by the three possessive teens. Unseelie were not ones to let go of something or someone that had caught their attention; even more so if Holly was to them what he thought she was.

The plus side? It looked like Holly would not be returning to the Dursley's at the end of this school year. He snickered as he left the room, picturing Dumbledore's face when the older man realised that he had basically just forfeited his guardianship over Holly by blindly turning an eye to the abuse his best friend had obviously been experiencing her entire life.

His smile quickly fell away when he saw the amount of blood on Fred's chest and torso before George ushered his brother into their room with a quick, "you need to shower, Fred, you don't want to freak her out when she wakes up. She'll think the blood is yours."

Ginny rushed past all of them, arms laden with more than just a healing salve before she slammed the door on the males present. It was only opened again when Poppy Pomfrey flew through the house with more speed than her age would imply she had. The *Caladrius closing the door behind her with a warning of pain to any man who should try entering whilst 'Miss Potter was in such a vulnerable state'.

Ron scowled at the door; his eyes darkened with worry. He wanted to know that Holly was okay but knew he would have to wait to be allowed in.

He hated waiting.


Tisiphone appeared back within the little room her awakened sister had frequented.

Cowering in the corner was the large man who had dared to harm the little Erinyes as if he had any right to lay his unworthy hands upon her sister. The harpy he called a wife was in the opposite corner, her arms wrapped protectively around her large offspring.

*Alecto and *Megaera stood in the centre of the room, their killing intent filling the small space like a thick blanket. It was the first time since their creation that their mother had created another; blessing an unborn child when it was discovered that she would not inherit either parent's ancestral creatures. They had been unaware of the child until their mother had suddenly appeared before them, her power almost suffocating, as she ordered them to find and save her child, their sister.

Tisiphone's sword manifested in her hands and her snakes hissed angrily towards the cowering humans. The stench of urine and faeces burned her nose, but Tisiphone cared little about that. She was determined to get revenge for her little sister, and she would be making sure that her little sister would not be returning to this house again.

"The child?" Alecto hissed at her, her red eyes never leaving the cowering man in front of her.

"Safe amongst Hecate's children," Tisiphone replied, "also, ensconced in the home of the Unseelie."

Alecto nodded; no doubt happy that their sister was amongst 'Dark' creatures. It would not do for the 'Light' to get a hold of the newly awakened Erinyes. Whilst the magical creatures of Greek 'Mythology' were hardly distinguishable between Light and Dark (more than half of them falling into the category of 'Grey') they knew that their sister would come to harm at the hands of other 'Light' creatures from different mythos'.

"How shall we punish the humans?" Megaera asked, her own battle-axe materialising in her hands. Thin lips spread over sharp teeth in a smile more sinister than saccharine at the sound of the woman's frightened sobs.

"Painfully," Alecto replied, scythe in hand as she sauntered forwards with a chilling scowl.

Screams filled the air a moment later.

It was music to the sisters' ears.


Holly came to violently. The moment her instincts screamed at her that she wasn't alone, Holly was off of the soft bed that was very much not her own and found herself across the room in less time than it took to blink.

Something was obscuring her vision, but Holly ignored it for a moment in favour of self-preservation.

"Holly?"

That was Ron's voice. Immediately, the obstruction vanished, and Holly threw herself at her best friend. Displays of affection had been difficult for Holly in the beginning but Ron and Hermione, and later Ginny and Molly, had made it a habit to hug her as much as possible. Now, it was only natural that Holly would seek out one of her best friends when she was scared, sore, and so terribly confused.

"Ron!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her friend, and momentarily wondering why the area around them darkened before a hand was skimming the area between her shoulder blades and Holly found herself unable to stand at the pleasure that shot through her body. She fell against Ron, her friend grunting slightly before the pressure between her shoulders vanished and she was left to blink dazedly.

"Well, that confirms that you're highly sensitive there," came a stern, female voice.

Holly turned her back on Ron, falling into a crouch as a decidedly snake-like hiss fell from her lips. The hiss abruptly cut off when she realised it was Madame Pomfrey, but her defensive position did not alleviate.

"Be calm, Miss Potter," the healer continued, "I am of no harm to you or your own."

The young witch tilted her head, the occupants of the room smiling at the almost bird-like gesture. She made for a terrifying visage, though the young witch was unaware of that, with her wings drawn up in a way to make her appear bigger and her talons having made a reappearance. Poppy was only glad that those talons had not been present when the girl had glomped her best friend.

"What happened?" Holly asked, hissing when she was suddenly remade aware of the dull ache that was her entire body.

"What's the last thing you remember, Hols?" Ron asked, gently taking Holly's arm, and leading her back over to the bed. It was obvious to the redhead that Holly had expended what little energy she had left, and he didn't like the way she was swaying.

Holly's green eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of her jumbled memories. She suddenly stiffened and Ron quickly grasped her hand, mindful of her talons, as her shaking got worse. He knew what she would have said had she not been so tired. She would have lied; probably told them that she had fallen down the stairs or something. It wasn't that Holly hadn't told Ron that her family was abusive, but she had never told him just how bad it was.

Just as quickly as she had stiffened, Holly relaxed.

"I heard a voice," she told them, "a woman spoke to me. She called me…"

"Little Erinyes," came the hissed reply as three women materialised in the centre of the room.

"Yeah," Holly breathed, looking at the women with wide green eyes. The women were supernaturally beautiful; they were tall and lithe and had snakes for hair, talons, and bat-like wings. Their dresses were provocative in the amount of skin they showed; skin that was grey tinged with the arms and legs much darker than the rest.

Blood red eyes were focused on her, softening only enough for Holly to notice before her eyes zeroed in on the woman on the left. "It was you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes, "you came and took me away."

The women were identical in appearance, but Holly just knew which one was the one who helped her.

"Yes," she replied, offering Holly the faintest of smiles, "it is good to see you well, sister."

"Sister?"

Madame Pomfrey coughed, drawing every pair of eyes to her. She didn't fidget beneath their gazes and met them steadily. "Miss Potter, last night I was called here by Arthur Weasley after you appeared in the living room of the Burrow unconscious and severely injured.

"I had to remove and regrow three of your ribs, one of which had punctured your right lung. Two broken fingers, a black eye, split lip, bruised cheek, multiple lacerations, and evidence of being whipped."

As Poppy spoke, she was well aware of the burgeoning shadows darkening the room and the fact that what she was saying was not only being heard by the occupants in the room. Usually, she would be offended on behalf of her patient at the blatant eavesdropping, but it was the eavesdroppers that stayed her tongue. Poppy was not blind nor was she foolish; she had seen thousands upon thousands of creature inheritances and just as many mating's. If not for the obvious interest the boys had taken in Holly Potter before their own inheritances came in; she would have had much more to say on the matter.

"Miss Potter," she hesitated before steeling her nerves, "I need to know if I need to perform a rape kit. There was blood on your thighs when I was cleaning you, but I did not wish to do anything without your permission; much less remove any item of clothing you still possessed when you appeared here."

The tension in the air was thick; the entire household waiting for the answer that would determine… something.

Holly flushed red and all colour drained from Ron's face.

"T-that's not necessary," she stuttered, wishing the ground would open and swallow her whole.

"Miss Potter, you need not fear any repercussions of coming forth…" Poppy began only to be cut off by the furiously red witch.

"Really, Madame Pomfrey, n-nothing like that happened," she assured everyone, the tension only slightly dissipating, "i-it's… I mean… I h-have my…"

Realisation dawned on the women present and Poppy quickly nodded, her entire body relaxing under the knowledge that Holly Potter had not been violated like that. She didn't think the young witch would have bounced back from something like that.

She did not miss how the killing intent in the air practically vanished as everyone realised what the young witch was getting at. Everyone… except Ron.

"If that didn't happen then why are you bleeding, Hols?" he asked, his face still somewhat pale as concerned brown eyes looked his best friend over.

Face permanently red, Holly leaned over and whispered something into Ron's ear. Poppy resisted the urge to chuckle as Ron's face went from pale to fire-engine red in the span of a few seconds. "Oh," he managed to get out, looking away from Holly, "um, o-okay… cool… I guess…"

"Ron?" Holly asked, smiling softly at her friend.

"Y-yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Y-yeah."

Holly's gaze shifted back to the three women. "You called me sister," she said, "I'm still confused why."

"Your injuries caused you to enter into your inheritance early, Miss Potter," Madame Pomfrey answered, "in a bid to save your life, your magic forced your inheritance but the process of it almost killed you as well. The fact that your inheritance was not inherited by either of your ancestral lines meant your body was not prepared for the biological and physiological changes that came with your inheritance."

"Not inherited?" Holly asked, "you mean my parents didn't have a creature inheritance? And what is a creature inheritance anyway?"

Madame Pomfrey seemed to get angrier at her questions before she took a steadying breath and spoke. "Lily was a *Sprite and the Potter line has been known to produce *Far Darrig for many generations; it is also a reason the Potter line has seldom produced females," Madame Pomfrey explained, "you, however, are an Erinyes; a magical creature not in the Potter line and most certainly not similar to your mother. Erinyes do not mate and therefore they do not have offspring. And yet, here you are, and only half-Erinyes at that."

At this, Madame Pomfrey turned to the three women present, silently asking for an explanation.

"The Caladrius speaks the truth," the middle woman said, "we are creatures of anger and rage; we have no need of companionship outside of our own and therefore do not mate. It is for this reason there have only ever been three of us. Until today," she told them, her eyes never leaving Holly's, "mother discovered a foetus destined to be born without a creature inheritance. She looked into the underdeveloped soul and saw potential; she granted you our power and watched, fascinated, as it entwined itself with Hecate's blessing to become something else… something more.

"Half-Erinyes you may be, but you are no less powerful than we three," she said, falling silent as the woman to her left spoke up.

"You may be more powerful in fact," she told Holly, "because you feel more than anger and rage; you feel love and loss and it makes you fight all the harder. Your magic has always responded to that and now your creature inheritance will as well. You did not inherit a full transformation but enough to be recognised as one of us should you shift."

"We advise against doing such when not necessary," the woman who had protected Holly interjected, "it would not go well should you be discovered by the 'Light'."

"Why not?" Holly asked with a frown, "I'm a Light witch so why would I need to fear the Light?"

"There's a difference between Light and Dark creatures, Hols," Ron told his best friend, "our creature inheritance doesn't care if our magic is Light or Dark. Most creatures fall under the category of Dark or Grey in the eyes of the Ministry. Very few falls under the mantle of Light…"

"… Usually, Light creatures are those who strictly fall under the title Sorcerer, Warlock, or Mage," Madame Pomfrey scoffed, "blood prejudice is rife in our world and those who do not inherit those titles are considered Grey whilst others fall immediately under Dark. You are an Erinyes, even if only half, and so you immediately fall under the category of a Dark creature. Usually this wouldn't be a problem, but you are the first Erinyes creature inheritance in history and the Ministry will want to produce more due to the magical qualities that would be inherited. You would be indoctrinated into the Creature Restoration Program…"

"Like hell!" Ron yelled; three identical shouts of rage being heard from the hall.

"What's that?" Holly questioned, tensing at the anger she felt radiating off of Ron. It was obvious that her 'sisters' were just as curious to know what the older witch was talking about.

"It's a barbaric practice that hasn't been seen in over a hundred years," Ron huffed, his face as red as his hair, "it forces a rare or almost extinct creature to be married and bred for the sake of producing heirs. Usually, there will be multiple husbands or wives depending on the gender of the creature in question. Potions and spells are used to make sure multiple babies are conceived at once and the breeding continues until the Ministry is sufficiently happy with the number of offspring produced or, in the case of a woman, she dies from childbirth."

Holly had steadily grown pale as Ron explained what the CRP was, her heart sinking steadily even as her newly awakened creature hissed in rage at the audacity that someone would try to forcefully mate her. Her 'sisters' weren't outwardly showing their own anger but the killing intent that filled the room was enough to know that they were beyond angry.

"I haven't informed anyone outside of this house that you have gone through your inheritance," Madame Pomfrey assured the shaking girl, "and I don't plan to do so either. However, I must stress the importance of finding those suited to mate with you before the years is up. By then, magic would have caught up to these events and you will be registered with the Ministry."

"How many will she need?" Ron asked, already aware that she had three candidates in his older brothers. He wondered to himself if Charlie and Bill would react the same way to Holly; it was almost a guarantee with the way Fred, George, and Percy were acting. The fact that he wasn't acting like them, even without his inheritance, meant that his creature had decided he would play another role in Holly's life. Still, Unseelie were used to having one mate between siblings.

"At least three," Madame Pomfrey answered, concerned at the fact that Holly had yet to even blink since learning of the CRP. "Holly's magic has always been powerful without the added power of her creature inheritance," she continued, "I would not be surprised if she has between five and nine mates."

"Seven."

The magical occupants, excluding Holly who seemed to have become translucent at this point, looked towards the three Erinyes still standing in the centre of the room. "Our sister will have seven consorts," she continued, cocking her head as if she were listening to a voice they couldn't hear, "the *Dark Hunt will ride again, and Darkness shall overcome the Light."

"Holly?!"

Madame Pomfrey's eyes snapped to the young witch to see her being held against the youngest male Weasley. She was in front of the pair before she had fully blinked, already casting diagnostic spells to check on the health of the girl. When she received the results, she sighed, "she only fainted," she informed them all, "the poor dear has had one shock after the other. I'm surprised she didn't react more volatilely to everything she's learned today; heaven knows James and Lily could put You-Know-Who to shame when you got them going."

She levitated the girl out of the youngest Weasley males arms and placed her gently in the bed she had been in earlier before turning to the three women and bowing. "Thank you for coming," she told them respectfully, "I have no doubt that Miss Potter will have many questions for you once she has had the time to digest everything she has learned today. Meanwhile, I need to contact Mister Black and inform him on what is going on."

"I thought you said you wouldn't tell anyone outside of this house?" Ron questioned.

"Mister Black is Miss Potter's Godfather; he is magically bound to protect her and is essentially her magical father," Madame Pomfrey informed the youngest male Weasley, "it's why I could never understand how anyone could think that boy was responsible for any of the crimes he was accused of."

"If Sirius is Holly's magical father than why was she still living with those muggles? Surely, Sirius could have taken her away…"

"And do what?" Madame Pomfrey interrupted, "lock her away in Grimmauld Place because he is still a wanted man? Until Peter Pettigrew is found, and Sirius is cleared, Dumbledore is Miss Potter's magical guardian; his word is law as far as the Ministry is concerned and only magic can overrule the Ministry."

"Peter Pettigrew?" one of the women, Ron couldn't tell them apart nor did he know their names, said, tilting her head in a fashion eerily like a bird.

"My old rat, who wasn't a rat at all," Ron answered, "he was the one responsible for you-know-who finding Holly's parents. Sirius was accused of being the reason Lily and James Potter were murdered and Holly was almost killed but it was Pettigrew who then turned into his Animagus form and hid after faking his own death. Last year, we found out about him and Holly and 'Mione saved Sirius from the Dementors Kiss, but Pettigrew got away and now Sirius is in hiding."

The middle woman looked to the woman on her left before that woman nodded and vanished in a swirl of black smoke. "We will find the rat and make sure he does not escape his cage again," she assured him, "for now, Tisiphone will remain with our sister to answer any questions she may have; Holly is soft-hearted, and Tisiphone is the kindest of us."

Ron knew that meant that Tisiphone was just slightly less blood-crazy than the other two. Erinyes were warriors who embodied rage; they were dangerous and bloodthirsty. Which is why Ron couldn't justify why their 'mother' had decided that Holly would be a perfect candidate to become one. Holly, who loved fiercely and trusted so easily. The girl hardly had an angry bone in her body. And yet, Ron knew that it would only be a matter of time before Holly gave in to the negative emotions that she must keep a tight lid on.

Something told him that when that moment came,

It would be a sight to behold.


Erinyes – The Erinyes were three female goddesses, seeking vengeance against anyone who had sworn a false oath or had done an evil act. The Erinyes are commonly associated with night and darkness. With varying accounts claiming that they are the daughters of the primordial goddess of the night, Nyx (this is one account and the one I will be basing my story around). The three well known Erinyes were Alecto ("unceasing"), Megaera ("grudging"). and Tisiphone ("vengeful destruction").

Tisiphone – Tisiphone was the third sister and the goddess of Vengeance, punishing those who have committed the crimes of murder: patricide (killing leaders or your father), fratricide (killing your brother) and homicide.

Unseelie – A malevolent or malicious fairy.

Caladrius – The caladrius, according to Roman mythology, is a snow-white bird that lives in the king's house. It is said to be able to take the sickness into itself and then fly away, dispersing the sickness and healing both itself and the sick person.

Alecto – Alecto was charged with punishing those who committed moral crimes as anger, especially when used against others, and was the goddess of Anger.

Megaera – Megaera was the goddess of Jealousy; she punished those who had committed crimes such as cheating and adultery.

Sprite - A sprite is a supernatural entity in European mythology. They are often depicted as fairy-like creatures or as an ethereal entity. The term is chiefly used with regard to elves and fairies in European folklore, and in modern English is rarely used in reference to spirits.

Far Darrig - A far darrig or fear dearg is a faerie of Irish mythology. The name far darrig is an Anglophone pronunciation of the Irish words fear dearg, meaning Red Man, as the far darrig is said to wear a red coat and cap. (Obviously, because these are inheritances, not all traits will be taken on. I don't really picture James Potter running around in a red coat and cap, but I liked this creature because James was a Gryffindor and the house colour is red.) According to Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry, the far darrig is classified as a solitary fairy along with the leprechaun and the clurichaun. The far darrig in particular is described as one who "busies himself with practical joking, especially with gruesome joking". (This little fact about practical joking was the ultimate deciding factor for me that this was going to be James creature inheritance).

Dark Hunt - One of the more notable groups within the Unseelie Court was the Dark Hunt, also known as the Wild Hunt after the phenomenon in which they participated. This group was a loose organization of the most skilful hunters among the Unseelie. (I will be sticking with the fact that there are seven members of the Dark Hunt; all of which will be Holly's mates.)