Albion's Hearth. Several hours after the reactivation of Le Fay magic.
In the past Henry had spent a great amount of time in the libraries, be that in the Fleamont's mansion, where James and Lily had raised William, along with him and Rose, or in Hogwarts, where he could stay away from the unjust prejudice because of where he was sorted. His grandmother had taught him how to read, and had taught him to love books, as they were not just a source of knowledge and information, but also: "gateways to new worlds and adventures."
Those were her words when on his fourth birthday, she gifted him a complete book trilogy of J.R. Tolkien's "Lord of the Rings", fantasy story that had become Henry's favorite. He had read to Rose when she was just two and they had been left to their own devices by Potters. He still wished that William hadn't found those books during the summer between his first and second years and used them as a target practice for Confringo charm, destroying them in front of Henry and Rose.
The resulting beating that Henry gave to William had cost him three weeks of being locked up in the cellar, with one meal for an entire day, no voice due to a curse that his mother put him under, so that he couldn't call any of the House Elves. Not that they ever listened to him or Rose, given their somewhat of a 'rotten' nature, reflective of their masters. But the image of that pompous idiot brat's broken face and sullied pants still brings the smile on his face, just as it did right now.
Henry flipped the page of the Two Towers, before observing the vast and near endless rows of high bookshelves, filled with books, scrolls, scriptures and manuscripts from nearly every era in human history. If he had thought Hogwarts' library to be massive, then Le Fay's library was near colossal in size and in amount of knowledge it held and gathered over the time. According to Irene, one of her duties that Morgana had employed her for in here was the protection and expansion of the knowledge and magical information held in this library, a job that Irene has been doing without stop.
Henry had suspected that the place was magically enlarged to fit the constantly expanded library, which held every type of literature and knowledge one could ask for in many examples. From old and ancient papyrus' written manuscripts of Imhotep to the modern literature books, all that and more could be found here, if one wanted to, as Henry had found out.
And the library itself, much like the rest of the citadel and its grounds were in pristine shape, without any sign of degradation, deterioration and more. All of that was achieved not just by a 70 House Elves that Albion's Hearth supported on its own, but also thanks to Morgana's own magic still active after over 900 years, that kept the Elves and Albion's Hearth in a similar to frozen in time state, until the new Prince Le Fay could appear and claim the title and rights. And now that Henry was that Prince, the castle and it's magic once again lived, awakened from its slumber.
After the ritual was completed, Henry had contacted his family, granting them passage onto the castle's grounds. Arcturus and Regulus were glad and pleased that everything went smoothly, while Cassiopeia looked far more preoccupied with examining Irene, with Rose being openly glad that he was alright. After a quick tour of the castle and its grounds by Irene, they held council on their next moves, determining that now Henry needed to secure allegiances of magical beings on his lands.
He had better do it before the July 31st, when a monthly gathering of Wizengamot was held, where he would have to make an appearance and show to the world the new Prince Le Fay. Henry had a week to accomplish it, and he wasn't going to waste it. After that, Arcturus and Regulus decided to return to their own devices, with Regulus believing that he may've had the lead to one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, while Arcturus had to prepare make preparations for a meeting with Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, who all of a sudden decided to meet him tomorrow.
Cassiopeia and Rose decided to remain with Henry, with Cassiopeia jumping at the opportunity to have full access to the Le Fay library. Rose, in the meantime, decided to take to the outside and bask in light and fresh air, along with the beauty of the Albion's Hearth gardens. Ever since Cassiopeia had saved her from Pettigrew and death by infections, she had laid low, fearing even to appear on the public in the other country under a Pollyjuice potion. Rose didn't like to tell her older brother how she was handling herself or how she felt in these past several years, simply stating that she was now better than ever. As much as Harry wanted to press her on more detail, Henry decided against it, knowing that Rose will tell him something when she feels like it. He would simply make sure that she is safe, sound and happy until she decides to talk.
But that didn't mean that Henry could stop worrying for her. In fact, he was worried for Rose, with the cause of his worry being her left arm, the subject of James' sadistic usage of Caro Mortui. Before Rose had told him of the curse, he only knew of it in the passing, but after spending a healthy amount of time in Black family's library, he learned of it in far more detail. Detail that had made Henry's worries worse, as the spell caused the flesh of the victim to develop gangrene, an infectious necrosis state of flesh that destroyed the immune system of the man and could very much lead to death in the matter of hours, for a normal human.
Those of magical descent possessed an immune system that was reported of being at least 3 to 4 times stronger than that of non-magical people, meaning that they could even cancerous tumors and most infections that could be deadly. Rose's immune system, according to Cassiopeia, was one of the strongest even among the Wizards and Witches, capable of withstanding continued exposure to Caro Mortui and inflectional necrosis of flesh. In other words, when Cassiopeia had gotten to her, it was a miracle that Rose was still alive.
With knowing that gangrene was and how it affected people, Henry couldn't help but ask himself a question: why didn't Cassiopeia simply remove that rotten piece of infection off of Rose. Of course, it meant that Rose would lose her left arm completely, but that would've been far more preferable than living with a rotten piece of dead flesh attached to her. Instead, Cassiopeia used some kind of complex reanimation rune to let Rose use it, for some reason…
Henry, putting down the book after thinking about it all for a few second, decided that he would have to talk with Cassiopeia about it all. There was something off about this entire situation and he would need to find out what.
"Taking the advantage of your library, milord?" Irene soundlessly appeared before Henry. "I was expecting you to be exploring the dungeons, laboratories, your bedroom, but to find you reading a fantasy novel… It's almost surprising."
"This is my favorite book, but I'm sure you are already aware of it, aren't you?" Irene simply chuckled at that one. "I believe gratitude is in order, seeing this marvelous place so full of books. Thank you for taking care of it all, Irene."
"My pleasure, honestly. I myself do like to come here and indulge myself on some light reading." Irene confessed. "And the gratitude and thank you are very much welcome, milord. It is pleasing to know that all your hard work, effort and centuries worth of service are noticed."
"If you are expecting some kind of raise in payment, need I remind you that you've effectively been on an 800-year long vacation?" Henry playfully asked of her.
"You'd first need to start paying me, before I would want a raise, milord." Irene retorted. "Just making an observation, nothing more, for now. And I am here to inform you that the guests that we have been expecting are here, waiting in the Throne Room."
"Guests?" Henry quirked the brow up at that one. "Wait, you mean the magical beings? I thought that they would arrive tomorrow or day after tomorrow, but not in just under five hours. And are they here en mass?"
"Apparently, you've underestimated their eagerness to meet you and curiosity for your persona." Irene simply stated. "They didn't arrive here en mass, as that would be something of a social disaster. Instead of that, the leaders of their respective races and communes have arrived here, accompanied by their two strongest warriors, while Elementals have opted to send envoys to you, one from each of them. Best if we not make them wait, or there could be some cleaning up to do afterwards." Irene led the way for Henry, who followed her.
"Can you give me a quick heads-up on who the leaders are, what should expect from them and what are their relations between each other?" Henry asked of her.
"Certainly, I was starting to think that you wouldn't ask." Irene told him with a hint of sarcasm. "I will start with the Werewolves and Vampires, the prime troublemakers on your land. Lands of House Le Fay house the majority of UK's werewolves and vampires, and the two races, as you already know have no great love for one another and things often get violent between them. The leader of the Werewolves, Gregory Crawley, is the selected Leader of the Werewolves and has been keeping them away from going rampant throughout the country for their mistreatment, but along with that, he has been fiercely advocating for the rights for his kind with Ministry. While he doesn't hold any love for the Ministry, he has even less sympathy for Voldemort and Fenrir Greyback, believing those to be only trouble for his kind. He is, however, more lenient towards Dumbledore and his faction."
"How close are those leniencies?" Henry asked of Irene.
"He had arrived with Remus Lupin in tow, acting as an 'advisor' to Gregory." Irene informed Henry, who silently cursed after hearing of it. "Lupin will not recognize you. Of that I can assure you, and as for Gregory, not all is lost with him. He wants werewolves to be treated well and with respect, and not prosecuted for just existing, so give him that and some more, and he'll turn towards you. He and his kind are also very closely tied with Night Elves, with two races coexisting in the same forests and with latter supplying Werewolves with needed medications, food and even teaching them their own magic. In exchange, Werewolves protect Night Elves' territories from any possible attackers. Impress the one, and the second will be far more inclined for the fealty." Irene advised him.
"Got that, what about Vampires?" Henry asked of her.
"They are also divided, into Clans, who rule their own stretch of land in your domain and each is led by a Count or a Countess. However, each of those Clans answers to the Blood King or Queen of England, and the current Blood King is Alucard, son of Dracula and Wilhelmina Harker. He is a Dhampir, with his mother still being human when he was conceived and born, but in terms of strength, magical prowess and respect, he is unmatched." Irene spoke up. "Alucard has been keeping Vampires of Britain from entry into Wizarding Worlds' squabbles, and has a far more positive look on humans, due to his own origin. Other Blood Kings and Queens see him weak and too human-loving, but Vampires of Britain prefer his way of ruling, though there are some dissident elements. He is a neutral person, neither for Ministry, Dumbledore or Voldemort, but he stands firm against any prosecutions of his kind and has a great hatred towards Ministry for making hunting Vampires into a sport, and Dhampirs into third-rate citizens."
"Hm, I think that is something I can work with, and I already have few ideas in mind." Henry nodded to her. "What can you tell me about Elementals? I understand that there are three Elemental races that reside in my lands?"
"Yes, there are Nymphs, who govern the rivers, sea and lakes, Dryads, mistresses of forests, fields and nature, and of course Sylphs, rulers of the winds and air." Irene named the Elementals. "They are peaceful and somewhat secluded, each of the races coexisting with each other as is in the balance of the nature. Nymphs are the most peaceful and even somewhat pacifistic of the races, taking care of the waters in your lands. They are represented by a Nymph named Eolante. Getting their fealty is the matter of diplomacy, as well as dealing with the pollution of their waters. Dryads are the most reclusive of the three, but also the most aggressive of the Elementals, protecting the forests fiercely. They coexist in symbiosis with Night and High Elves, taking care of their lands together, while also being close to Werewolves and Centaurs, so getting their approval would ease the diplomacy. Promise of protecting their forests from invading and destructions, as well from Wizards' constant incursions for their resources, and you can get their approval and loyalty. Their representative Neriada will expect that from you."
"Reasonable, and I'll have to think of the way to get it. And what about the Sylphs? I understand that air pollution from factories and all that non magical industry is the major issue with them?" Henry asked of Irene, who nodded to him.
"Correct, but they are somewhat… unpredictable to deal with. Much like wind itself, they do as they please and are just as diverse as the air movement itself, but generally, they never caused any trouble in your lands and, despite their somewhat mischievous behavior, prefer to coexist in peace with others." Irene reported to him. "They should be easy to gain as allies, especially if you manage to stop Ministry's hunt for them. Their hair is a very potent and strong material, quite valuable for Potions, and Sylphs really hate it when they are hunted down. Protect them, as you should with Nymphs and Dryads, as they too are sought for their own materials, as you may imagine. They are represented by a Sylph named Wendy, and do not be surprised by her size and looks."
"Got it. What about our Elven races? I've read about them and their cultures, so I believe I know what they are about, but what about the leaders and current state of affairs?" Henry continued on with Irene.
"Yes, both High and Night Elves are very secluded and do not communicate even with Wizarding World on a regular basis, so they are considered by most to now be mythical." Irene confirmed. "Night Elves are mostly nocturnal creatures, preying to Greek Goddesses of Moon, Night, Wild Life, Hunt, Nature and Fertility, Hecate, Artemis and Demeter, and are the best practitioners of Druidism, and healing magic. Their leader, Queen Eluna stands for her people and their allies, and will want guaranties about their safety, rights and more. She is a strong and powerful leader, so be sure to put up a strong show in front of her and others."
"And what about the High Elves?" Henry asked away.
"They are the opposites of their nocturnal counterparts: pray to Helios, Apollo, Hestia and Hephaestus, along with Demeter, prefer craftsmanship, Transfiguration and Charms to Druidism and connection to Nature. Proud, somewhat arrogant and fierce, their King, Hirandyl, prefers for his people to stand alone and away from the business of others, especially those of Wizarding World. Getting his approval might prove to be difficult." Irene informed Henry. "This leaves the Veelas, the Centaurs and the Jotanns, or Jotunns, whichever way you prefer. The Veelas are the beings that are most closely communicating with Humans, as they build families together, so be sure to protect them, both magical and non-magical men, along with making sure that Veelas aren't prosecuted as supposedly Dark creatures. Their leader is Victoria Delacour, sister-in-law to French Minister of Magic and an aunt to his quarter-Veela daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle, who had suffered a terrible trauma during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Victoria loves her nieces like her own daughters, and has a great deal of hatred towards Dumbledore for what happened to Gabrielle.
"Your general knowledge of the Centaurs is quite correct and enough to navigate your talks with them. The leader you are meeting is also the chosen leader of Centaurs in England, named Chiron. Should his stars tell him to trust you, then you will have his allegiance and the loyalty of the other Centaurs." Irene informed him. "Now, as for Jotanns, they may not be native of England, but have lived here since 17th century. They also live close to human population and intermarry with them, with many Jotanns having human spouses. Like with Veelas, the children of Jotann and non-magical human are born Jotann, while half-bloods come from union of a Jotann and magical person. The Jotanns are very closely linked with humans, but in moments of strong emotion may reveal their second look, which reflects their powers of magic. All of the Jotanns are led by their Queen."
"Jotanns are led by Skadhi, a warrior woman, proud and strong, with a thirst for seeking strong opponents. Their kind is somewhat isolated from others, as they are reclusive to share their powers and knowledge, but they are very powerful sorcerers and warriors. And along with that that, I believe that Skadhi is a quite beautiful young woman, in the prime age for marriage and were she made a wife for one like you, milord, you could be assured of children with great magical prowess." Irene added with a bit of a sultry look, with Henry giving her a small glare. "You would, however, need to prove yourself worthy of her hand, and that might be problematic. She has a bit of a… feisty persona, and before romancing someone, prefers to measure their prowess in battle, so you have been warned. I suspect that she might want to confirm your power through the same process." The pair reached the door that led towards the Throne Room.
"Well, let's get this show on the road, as Yankees like to say." Henry simply said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Henry stepped inside the Great Hall, with Irene following him behind, while all the assembled Leaders and their escorts turned their eyes towards Prince Le Fay, eyeing him with curiosity. Henry quickly accessed with his gaze everyone and nearly scowled at the sight of Remus Lupin, one of Dumbledore's prime lackeys and his father's closest friends, who just loved to play his favorite song of the prosecuted and misunderstood Werewolf. His spiteful form stood near an imposing and gruff looking tall man, with reddish long shaggy hair, lush mustache and blind one eye, with scars running near and across it. Gregory Crawley certainly looked like a Werewolf who had been through a lot, and it also showed in his strong posture.
Closest to Gregory stood the Centaurs, with two of them having spears, along with bows and arrows. The one who came without them was an older looking Centaur, with long beard and hair and black eyes, with grey already setting in the hair. He looked at the Prince Le Fay, with his eyes looking at Henry with not just curiosity, but with wisdom and even clear knowledge seen clearly in them. Henry summarized that the one looking at him like that was Chiron.
Next to him, Henry saw three completely different looking women, looking quite drastically from one another. The closest to him looked like a 12-year old girl, dressed in a green and yellow dress, with dark eyes, long straight dark blue hair. She looked like she wasn't belonging in here and wanted to be anywhere but here. Next to her stood a tall, pale young looking woman, roughly about his age, dressed in a blue and white, with wavy long blue like sea hair and same colored yes. She looked at him with something of an interest and measurement. And finally, next to her stood a woman with long dark green hair, braided on her back, with a slightly greenish tint of skin and golden colored eyes. She was dressed in what seemed like a dress made of leafs, with vines circling around her body. She had a bit of a hostile look directed towards Henry, though she kept back her animosity.
After them, Henry's attention came went towards the Elven visitors, immediately finding them. Queen Eluna, a silver-eyed woman with purple skin and green hair, looked every bit as beautiful and regal as a Night Elf could be. She was dressed in silver dress and robes, covering her skin completely, but not denying the pleasure of seeing her perfect figure. Her gaze on Henry was one of interest and curiosity. Her counterpart, Hirandyl, was a tall slightly pale High Elf, with near glowing blue eyes and platinum blond long hair, made into a mane and a ponytail behind him. He was dressed in red and golden robes, with a cloak above them. His look was calculating and one with interest.
Closest to him stood a tall, handsome young man with long raven black hair, red-blood eyes with a slightly pale skin, dressed in black coat with some red mixed in for features. It didn't take long for Henry to find the Blood King of England, Alucard, the Dhampir son of Dracula. His looks were not as Vampire pronounced as one would think, but the paleness of skin and color of eyes still gave away his heritage. He looked with curiosity and interest at Henry, with his red eyes almost unsettling Prince Le Fay.
Following her, Henry's eyes fixated themselves on a very beautiful platinum blond woman with sky blue eyes and an enticing aura surrounding her. Having encountered Veelas before, Henry was able to shake off the powerful allure that he felt towards Victoria Delacour, who accompanied by who looked like husband and another, younger and just as beautiful Veela. Noticing that her target had shaken off her allure, Victoria's eyes widened slightly at that one, while her Veela companion's eyes eyed Henry now with a far more pronounced interest.
And finally, Henry's eyes settled upon the tall, young beautiful woman, with icy blue eyes and same colored long hair, reaching to past her waste. Her skin was as pale as Nymph's, but her figure was one suited for a goddess, with wide hips, excellent waist, long legs and full and luscious breasts, she projected the look of a beauty that could rival that of Irene. But it wasn't what Henry first noticed, but her eyes and the look she was giving him. It was one of interest, but more fiery, strong, fierce and pronounced, with a dare in it. Her lips almost formed into a feral smile at the sight of him, giving him the message: she had found her prey.
Henry reached the center of the room, drawing the eyes of everyone towards himself, before Irene spoke up.
"You stand in the presence of Prince Henry Le Fay, Ruler and Protector of Northern Britannia, Lord of Albion's Hearth, Head of the Houses Le Fay and Slytherin." Irene announced him, with Lupin's and others' eyes widening at that last part. "His Highness is ready to hear your oaths of loyalty and your requests to him."
"Hm, there won't be any oaths coming from me, not now at least." Gregory was the first one to speak in the gruff voice, looking at Henry. "I've heard stories about House Le Fay governing these lands, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting to find Heir of Morgana to also be the Heir of Slytherin."
"The last person to claim to be Lord Slytherin was Voldemort." Remus Lupin spoke up, with Henry looking at him with a bit of an irritation. "You wouldn't happen to be connected, or worse, related in any capacity to such a monster, now would you?"
"Gregory Crawley, I understand your need for being here, as the need for all of you, and I am very thankful to all of you for coming in such a short notice." Henry spoke up to them all. "However, what I do not understand is the need for one such as Remus Lupin to be here. I am aware that he is a Werewolf, true, but he is not of these lands, as well as being an Auror for the Ministry. And on top it all off, I have heard certain rumors, which paint him as nothing more than a lackey to Albus Dumbledore and a member of his semi-secret cabal of supporters." Henry could see how Victoria Delacour, along with Skadhi and Alucard, looked at him with distrust.
"Do you have some kind of problem with Headmaster Dumbledore, Prince?" Remus asked of Henry with narrowed eyes.
"I do, as I have problems with everyone who has a tendency to put the Dark label on everyone who disagrees with their views." Henry answered to Remus, who pursed his lips together. "Mr. Crawley, is it possible for you to remove your… advisor from here. I believe that the proceeding meeting and all that happens here should be confidential. Presence of Mr. Lupin here is certain to destroy any sense of it, as I expect him to report his findings to Dumbledore."
"Agreed. That old coot has no business whatsoever here." Victoria spoke up with fire, with Remus glaring at her. "And you definitely got nothing to do here as well, Lupin."
"I was asked here by Gregory as an advisor on such a peculiar matter." Remus defended his presence here, before turning to Henry. "I assure you, Prince Le Fay, that Headmaster Dumbledore isn't like what you make him to be, and that he only wants to make sure that…"
"What your precious Headmaster wants has nothing to do with our matters here, mutt." Skadhi interrupted Lupin, who cast his glare on her. "Crawley, we all know that this mutt has been licking your bottom for ages now, but this is a matter for our people. Outsiders got nothing to do with our matters, especially those that don't even give a damn about us and our rights, not to mention hurt our kind."
"Dumbledore has done nothing wrong for your kind, nor did he…" Remus continued on with his posturing, until he was interrupted by Gregory.
"Enough!" Crawley practically growled at Remus. "Remus, keep your mouth shut and get out of here. It was clearly a mistake to bring you here." Remus looked somewhat betrayed at his friend, before leaving them through the front gates. "I give you my word, Prince Le Fay, that everything that transpires will not leave those that are present here, and sorry about Remus. I thought it would be wise to hear his advice on this matter, though I had no idea you weren't of positive view of Dumbledore."
"I don't have any illusions about him, nor am I much of a supporter of the Ministry, or what it has degraded into." Henry could see that those present here approved of it too. "My advisor, Irene, has made it clear to me that I shouldn't expect you all to swear me fealty right after you see me. I understand that and even approve of that. Loyalties are not given, but earned, as I once heard."
"Whoever said those words captured the reason for our presence here, Your Highness." Eluna spoke up. "Our races and people had once swore fealty to your House, but only because Morgana and her successors have earned our respect and loyalty, not because we blindly have given it away to them. The lands upon which our realms reside may be yours in magic and it does compel us to unite, but we need to be assured that the principals of House Le Fay have not changed with new era and new leader."
"What she is trying to say, we need to know if you'll be looking after our interests, or are you going to be another one of those Ministry's hyenas and try to rob us of our rights, possessions, even our homes." Hirandyl spoke up. "Your kind hasn't been very kind to my people in last centuries, especially those that worked for your government. They may claim to look after for us and our interests, but do nothing, when we are in trouble. Even now, as our forests and homes are invaded by the results of their negligence, they just sit back and do nothing."
"Invaded by the results of their negligence?" Henry asked again. "Would you mind clarifying that a bit, because I feel like this is something I might want to know about?"
"Hirandyl's poetic description can be seen as cryptic, Your Highness." Chiron spoke in a peaceful and respectful way. "But it is true in its own way. The Ministry of Magic has not only neglected, but near openly prosecuted our peoples, and this has been going on for near century now. However, the situation that Hirandyl has talked about is also one that can be blamed on the Ministry for not taking care of it."
"For the past thirty or so years, the forests under my people's care have been become the prime target for a new menace, aside from your Wizards and the non-magical marauders." Neriada, the Dryad envoy, spat out. "From the north, out of land you call Scotland, comes new threat- giant eight-legged web weavers that spread like a plague through our forests, with their webs covering our trees and everything that comes into contact with it. Even some of my sisters have fallen prey to those beasts, becoming food for them. Their new colonies spring up near as soon as we destroy the old ones, and they come in tens, if not in hundreds."
"And it's not just the forests that are attacked by those creatures, Prince Le Fay." Alucard spoke up now. "Several Clans that have resided close those areas were forced to abandon their homes. Villages and small towns, places that have been located away from the main civilization, have become the main feeding grounds for those monsters. Six such towns and villages already have become desolated, covered in web, ghost towns, crawling with those creatures. And if you are wondering, the count of victims is near a thousand, Prince Le Fay."
"Giant carnivorous web weavers… You're talking about Acromantulas?" Henry asked of Neriada and others.
"That's what you Wizards call them. We just call them eight-legged freaks." Crawley growled. "Those damned creatures have even started to attack our young, just for food, and it is always assured that nearly everyone who is captured by them is dead already. We've find their remains all the time, covered in webs and drenched in their poison. And your goddamned Ministry doesn't do jack about it, since they don't see it as their problem!"
"When it clearly is one and that problem is already getting out of hand." Victoria chimed in, getting the attention of Henry. "Several months ago, one of those Acromantulas had attacked a car driving near the forests, attacking killing the family of four that were there. It happened just five miles away from Liverpool, and they've been creeping up closer and closer ever since. I've already commanded my Veelas and our families to stay away from the forests and hills at night, but I fear that it will only get worse. And since I am sure you are familiar with the Statute of Secrecy, Prince Le Fay, once those spiders start attacking people of a heavily populated city, it won't be long before our little world that Ministry is supposed to protect gets exposed with all its dirty little secrets."
"Well, at least Dumbledore does listen to us." Gregory spoke up again, drawing everyone's attention. "Remus says that he is willing to help me and my people, if we make sure to be on his side if things get hairy between him and Ministry, or whoever who tries to do wrong."
"Oh, so he's willing to help you out now, Gregory?" Hirandyl glared at the Werewolf Alpha. "Please tell me that you aren't so stupid as to believe in him? We all know that there is something really bad afoot in the Wizarding World, not to mention those rumors about Voldemort's return. Face it, Crawley: he doesn't give a damn about your people, nor about our peoples, he simply wants to keep the Werewolves away from joining any 'Dark' forces. After all, everyone knows about your kind's tendency to stir up trouble with Ministry is at its weakest."
"You don't know that, Hirandyl." Gregory glared back at the High Elves' King. "I know that my kind often have been manipulated with false promises, but this time, I'm confident that Dumbledore will help me and Werewolves. Remus swore that he would do so, and he is…"
"Oh will you ever shut up about your little domesticated mutt, Gregory?" Skadhi called him out with a challenging look. "Crawley, do you really think that Lupin's true loyalties are to you and your people? Of course it is not, it's always been to one person only- Dumbledore, and why wouldn't he be loyal to him first of all? That man let him, a Werewolf, to study at Hogwarts, then set him up to be an Auror and a member of the Ministry's DMLE, basically sparing him the life that the rest of your people lead. Face it, Crawley, Remus is just a spoke person for Dumbledore, who sees himself not even as a Werewolf, but a man with a bad disease. Hell, I'll bet my money on the fact that he secretly despises being among you all the time: unkempt, illiterate, filthy, mingy wolves that live a life of misery and depravity."
"You keep your mouth shut, you frost-blooded…" Crawley was ready to tear Skadhi a new one, before Henry spoke up.
"Enough!" Henry drew the attention to himself, with Skadhi giving him a curious look, while Gregory Crawley was ready to kill someone. "Gregory, I believe that Lady Skadhi's words reflect what she believes are Remus Lupin's thoughts on your people, not her own. Am I correct, Lady Skadhi?" Henry gave her a stern, near glaring look, which the Jotann woman took with a sultry smile on her face.
"Yes, that's what I think about your little puppy, Gregory. I personally have always admired your people, honestly. After all, they do make very fine and fierce warriors, especially during the full moon." Skadhi chuckled to herself, while licking her upper lip, before turning to Henry Le Fay with a challenging and even inviting look.
"Gregory, my apologies, but I too believe that Skadhi is correct in her words." Queen Eluna spoke up in a placating manner to her old friend. "Remus may appear as a friend, but he is from the entirely different world than you and your people. And this offer… If Dumbledore, being the Leader of Light that he claims to be, was able to help you all this time, decided to this only now? And why not help us all at once? I am sorry, Gregory, but… I believe that it would be better to try our chances with the ruler of these lands than the Chief Warlock of the Ministry. I do hope that you plan of ruling and governing your realm, do you not, Prince Le Fay." She shot him a strong look.
"I wouldn't have wanted to meet you all if I wanted to do otherwise." Henry said, before taking in a breath and speaking up. "I know that all of you are here because you've felt my House's magic being reawakened, the magic that has governed in these lands and strengthened it and its inhabitants. In the past, House Le Fay have been your sovereigns and has earned your loyalties, not through fear, deception or any other underhanded means, but through doing what was right for you. I intend to do to the very same thing, and to those that have come here after my House has fallen, I tell you, that I will treat you and your people equal to those that have lived here centuries prior. On July 31st, I will make my public appearance and proclaim my rights and power as Prince Le Fay to all of Wizarding World, and I will make it absolutely clear, that in my realm, magical beings, non-magical humans and Wizards and Witches will all be treated as equals, with no exceptions. On these lands, I intend to have it be so, no other way."
"This sounds all nice and good, Your Highness." Eolante spoke up finally. "However, you must realize that the Ministry will never consider your declarations and will not stand for it. They'll simply enforce their own laws on us."
"They may try, and they will fail at that, because of their own laws that they have made." Henry informed them all. "Ever since I've reactivated my House's magic, all that is within the borders of my House has effectively seceded from the Ministry's direct control, becoming largely autonomous, or in other words, mine. These lands are now mine, and while I may adhere to Ministry and its rules, I am, now in their eyes, a ruler of a dominion that is nominally under their control. And in this dominion, this Kingdom, there will be our laws, our justice and there won't be any of the Ministry's machinations, none of their oppression and subjugation. It is true that we will be a tributary state to Magical Britain, yes, but we will not be their servants and slaves. Instead of the Wizengamot and the corrupt Minister, I would have a Council made, one that will look for interests of all of you."
"What manner of a Council would that be, hm? A puppet show, like that Department of Care for Magical Beings and Creatures?" Neriada asked of Henry.
"No, an actual Council, consisting of the representatives of all magical beings and races in these lands, your people's representatives." Henry said to Neriada. "I may be effectively the ruler of this land, but I know naught of your people, your customs, problems and more. I wish not the tyranny and oppression, but a guided and wise rule, and that is impossible if I do not know your people. And who are better at helping them then they are? Choose your spokesmen, give them the authority to speak on your behalf, bring your trouble to the table and we will deal with them, together and peacefully. I will say that I will see to it that there is no form of oppression towards any magical being or humans in my land, magical and non-magical. They are equals, all of them."
"Hm, sounds quite reasonable and progressive, when compared to what Ministry has in place." Alucard said in a slightly impressed voice. "However, if all are equal, there comes the problem for my people- blood. I, along with many other Dhampirs in England, can survive on normal food for some time, but even we and all the other Vampires need blood, and the surest way to get it is from drinking it from the source. If non-magical humans are equal to us, which is not as foreign to my Vampires as you may think, how are we to hunt them for sustenance, Prince Le Fay?"
"There will be, of course, special cases like this one, Blood King. Cases that which we will address once the Council in place, but if you are asking me about how I see this problem being corrected, then here is how: your Clans and Vampires all have specified areas for hunting and limitations to how much and for how many you hunt down, am I correct?" Henry asked of him.
"Yes, there are rules and laws in place, keeping my people at bay and preventing our exposure to the rest of the world. Should such laws be broken by anyone, punishment is death." Alucard spoke up. "We are not as… feral as the Ministry would have you believe. We hunt and drink blood only to sustain ourselves, not to overindulge ourselves in carnal pleasures, and we very rarely kill our victims, especially the innocents, nor do we attack children. Killing during feeding is considered animalistic and barbaric by us, and only is allowed with criminals that we capture, and we only turn into our kind those that have given their agreement to it, usually the spouses, lovers, closest friends and adoptive families. Many of my Vampires in this day and age like to take themselves a Human spouse, not only to sustain themselves, but also to create a family with. My father's example has set quite the standard for the children of the night in here, even if we are spurned by all other Clans and Kings around the world."
"If there is an effective system that ensures your people's being fed and well, as well as prevents unnecessary human casualties and deaths, then why change it?" Henry asked of him, with Alucard blinking at him for a few seconds, until Henry turned to Skadhi and Victoria, addressing them. "I understand that your people live close to general populations. Do Vampires and their hunts cause you any unrest and trouble?"
"Aside from the local tales of spooky monsters in the night, there isn't much of unrest, really." Victoria spoke up, with Skadhi nodding to that one. "My people even cooperate with others here, including vampires. I know a couple of Veelas, who are bonded with Vampires, and they lead a pretty happy life, and Vampires do not hunt for most other magical creatures, especially those around here. Something about blood not being very tasty or something…"
"More like in the line of an unspoken rule, shared between Vampires, about leaving other magical creatures out of our menu." Alucard explained. "We can drink blood of other races, true, like of Veelas and Centaurs, but we do not hunt for them purposefully: humans are easier to come by and hunt, no offence, and it is also more nutritious for us. Though I know of those Vampires you spoke of, and I've heard from them that their Veela wives allow them to drink their blood instead of the victims. Something to do with Veelas considering it as an act of loyalty to them and marking their own territory, if I am not mistaken?"
"We are quite a jealous race, and we'd only have our husbands suck us dry than the others." Victoria laughed at that one, with some chuckling to her, while her husband and other Veela blushed deep red. "But overall, there aren't much trouble, really."
"Same with my people, though we Jotunns don't mingle with blood-suckers here." Skadhi spoke up. "Though they do make some competition…" She said more to herself then the others.
"And if there are any problems of such sort, or like one that you face with Acromantulas, it will be discussed by the Council and dealt with, either together, or by me personally." Henry said with strength, getting their attention again. "I don't have any illusions, and I understand that all I've said are only words to you now. However, I am ready and willing to prove those words and my intentions by actions. Neriada, you say that Acromantulas come from north, Scotland?"
"Yes, they do, and my Queen believes that she knows the place of origin of those beasts." Neriada spoke up. "Near the Wizarding School of Hogwarts, there is an ancient and massive forest, one that she had helped to grow and flourish. For hundreds of years, my people have called that place home and lived there peacefully, until we were exiled out of there two hundred years ago. Since then, the forest has become a shadow of its former self: dark, twisted, filled with every manner of danger to itself and others. My Queen believes that the spiders have made a nest there and it has become too big."
"Hm, one of the tribes of Centaurs also lives in that forest, and they have talked about those spiders being there, and that it had been there for over 40 years now, having started by two spiders." Chiron mused, before turning to Neriada, who looked at him. "I am sorry, Neriada, but they were prohibited to kill them by Dumbledore. The Forbidden Forest is sacred to my people as much as it is to yours, and he holds the power to exile them out there as a Headmaster, should we overstep ourselves. He says that "it is not our place to destroy innocent creatures and beasts that merely try to survive in our harsh world, just like your people do…" Chiron quoted Dumbledore to everyone.
"That man has the gall to compare us to those filthy creatures?" Neriada hissed at what Chiron said. "My Queen will hear of it, Chiron, and she won't be very happy with it. She has lost three daughters to them already, and she wants to avenge them, as do all of my sisters and our daughters."
"Dumbledore doesn't care about saving some endangered species, trust me on that one." Henry spoke up. "The reason why he keeps those spiders there so that he can have an endless supply of Acromantula's venom, web and other ingredients that come from them. The venom of Acromantula costs 100 Galleons for a pint among the merchants and potions masters, if the rumors are to be believed."
Henry knew of that all too well, as well as about the colony of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest. He had learned of it directly from Hagrid, the gatekeeper of Hogwarts, in his first year he had wanted to learn about the forest. Needless to say that after he had read about the Acromantula and what they really were, Harry was somewhat distraught about such creatures being so close to Hogwarts. But that was only until Harry had learned from Andromeda Tonks just how much Acromantula's venom costs in Diagon Alley. That's when his Slytherin side had awakened, and he saw in those spiders not a threat, but something far more interesting: a way to earn money.
Ever since he entered his third year, Henry had started making regular visits into the Forbidden Forest, finding Acromantulas, killing them, extracting venom and stacking it up to later sell it in the Knockturn Alley. Though a couple of first visits there were frightening and even too dangerous for his liking, after he had learned from his mistakes, Henry began to make quite the headway with it. By the time the year was over, he would leave Hogwarts with at least two to five liters of Acromantula's venom, fresh and deadly. Aunt Cassie, though a bit shocked at her great-nephew's activity, was always happy to sell the poison for him, as it would be less conspicuous, in return for a liter of fresh Acromantula poison.
The number of killed Acromantulas was up to a few hundred spiders, but they were almost nothing in light of the massive colony that was there, where each month bore more and more of the crawling creatures. Plus, it also allowed Henry to let out steam in a relatively safe for others way. Not to mention that he had learned why Dumbledore was keeping those beasts so close to school, having spotted the old man and Snape on multiple times going towards colony for the same reason as Henry. Apparently he wasn't the only one who had thought about such way of earning money, plus it also explained just how Dumbledore could afford those expensive ridiculous robes, or how Snape could get his hands on the rarest sets of potion making, with the school budge never being large enough to allow buying highest quality things.
"Hear that, Crawley? Did your dear little puppy omit to mention that?" Skadhi chuckled when she heard the Werewolf growl. "Open your eyes, wolfie: Dumbledore won't do jack about those spiders, because he must be earning tens of thousands of Galleons off those beasts. And if there is one thing that men don't like, then it's losing a source of easy money."
"Grr, fine, you all win!" Crawley nearly howled, before turning towards Henry. "Maybe Dumbledore has been trying to get me and my people as his attack boys, but what about you, huh? What's going to stop you from making all of us here into your personal ball lickers, especially with your little Devil just standing there and waiting for your command? You want to prove that mean real business, then how about you deal with those freaks up in Scotland, all on your own and without the cheerleader there to help you?"
"Mr. Crawley, you do remember that as a Devil I could vaporize you all in a second, just for that little comment, hm?" Irene asked of him. "And you do not get to make demands of such kind of Prince Le Fay and…"
"Irene, he has a point." Henry simply stopped her, with Crawley smirking to that one. "I agree, Crawley. However, if you are making a dare, then how about after I exterminate them, you seize contact with Remus Lupin and Dumbledore."
"Not going to ask for the immediate oath, huh?" Gregory asked of him. "Fine by me, but I want proof that you won't use your walking nuclear warhead here to do your dirty work."
"I, Henry Le Fay, swear upon my magic to exterminate the Acromantula colony, without relying on any form of direct and indirect help from Irene." The magical oath has been accepted by magic. "Does that suffice?"
"Quite." Crawley chuckled to that one, while some gave him a glare for his gamble.
"Now, if anyone has any questions then…" Henry was ready to continue, when he had suddenly heard right up in his mind the voice of his sister.
"Harry, help me! Remus, he found me! I am found! He is trying to take me back to Potters! HELP!" Rose screamed in his mind, and in the next second, without even considering anything, he apparated out of the hall.
Earlier.
Rose walked around the many beautiful flowers, taking in the smell of nature, enjoying the warm sun and light breeze. It had been ages since she had been outdoors and it had been even longer since she had been in a garden. She may've spent long hours on the backyard of Black Family's mansion, or in Aunt Cassiopeia's greenhouse, but outside of it all and in such beautiful place… Rose has missed it all very much, almost as much as she had missed her big brother.
At the thought of the reason why she had been so reclusive, she turned her face towards the rotten piece of flesh that once was her left arm. The mere look at it had caused Rose to wince at the memories of pain, suffering, and the sickening looks of her parents. She could still clearly remember how satisfied with himself looked James Potter, while Rose writhed in agony from his curse, while Lily Potter held her via a spell. They had wanted her to marry Ronald Weasley, a poor excuse of a human being, and to betray her own brother. She had always knew that those two had hated her and Harry, just because they had existed, and wanted to get rid of us. With Harry in Azkaban, they found a particularly sick way to get rid of her- marry her off to Ron Weasley, sixth son of Weasley Family and a well-known idiot and fool.
From the outside, it may seem that House Potter wanted to strengthen ties with their closest allies, but in the realty… The main reason why House Potter even had connections with House Weasley was because Dumbledore had made sure to keep the two of his most loyal houses connected to each other. It was because of him that William Potter was to marry Ginevra Weasley, having given advice to a political imbecile that was James Potter, while marrying off Rose was the idea of Lily Potter, who had always thought of Weasleys as lowest sorts of society whose only way to get well in Wizarding World was through connection to her family.
Rose's defiance had cost her arm, weeks of diseases, illnesses and worse, with Potters refusing to treat her or call for doctor until she agreed with them and made a magical vow. In hindsight, even though she had refused to do so, Rose knew that Potters would never call for doctor to treat what they had done her. It would, after all, expose who they truly were and just how rotten to the core they were. She had even suspected that they had wanted her to simply die, especially when they heard of Pettigrew escaping from Azkaban. They would be rid of an evidence of their true nature, and would even make her into martyr, adding up to their PR. They nearly had their wish, when Pettigrew had tried to kill her on her way to train, when she was practically a walking dead. Had it not been for Aunt Cassiopeia getting worried about her and rushing there to her, she would be dead for real, if not from Pettigrew, then from the gangrene that day.
Whatever miracle Cassiopeia had used, it had saved Rose's life, but a great cost- she wasn't allowed to use her magic. Cassiopeia wasn't able to get rid of her rotten arm, so instead of just leaving it be, she put it into some strange state of being, in which Rose could still use it, but it was also dead at the same time. She had explained to Rose that the runes used on her arm could be destroyed easily, simply through the smallest usage of her magic. A great cost, but Rose had accepted it and learned to live with it.
Shaking off her head from the bad thoughts, Rose calmed herself, reminding herself that she was safe and sound that she never again will be in the reach of Potters, Dumbledore and their friends.
"Rose? Little Rosy?" Rose's eyes widened when she heard the familiar voice, forcing her to turn around and look in horror at the sight of Remus Lupin standing just a few meters away from her. "By Merlin, it is you, Rose! What are you doing in here, girl? We all thought you were dead, but… Wait, is that Le Fay Prince holding you hostage, isn't he?" Remus stepped closer to her, with Rose practically jumping away from him.
"S-stay away from me!" She shouted, her right hand already going into her pocket to grab a small pocket watch, charmed by her brother to always be in contact with him. "H-he is keeping me s-safe, s-safe from you a-and Potters. G-go away, now!" Remus saw the shocked state of Rose, and knowing of what Potters have done with her, decided to play her in her vulnerable state.
"Rose, what are you talking about, dear? You must delirious. Your parents were beside themselves when they heard about Pettigrew and you." Remus tried to convince her, getting closer and closer to her, secretly going for his wand, with Rose trying to stay away. "Weasleys were horrified as well, especially your intended. Come now, we are going home, you'll be safe there. Come on, grab on to me, you girl, now!" Remus went on to grab Rose's right arm, squeezing it painfully.
It was at that moment that Rose had sent out her mental message to her brother… and when her magic reacted to being caught. According to her great grandfather and great-aunt, she had about as much magical power as her grandmother Dorea, and she had quite a great deal of it. Her mind was in shock, memories of the past flooded her mind, and when Remus grabbed onto her with his wand pointed right at her, Rose screamed on top of her lungs, unleashing an extremely powerful surge of magic. She sent Remus flying back, landing on his belly, while she fell on to the ground. Remus, having felt extreme pain from it all, especially from magic of Rose, stood up and began to walk towards her.
"Oh, you little impulsive wench… I'll make sure that your parents teach you respect, Rose." He growled out, as he was ready to curse her…
"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Remus' ears heard an earth shuttering near demonic scream, before he was yanked off the ground slammed right into the wall, breaking several of his ribs.
He looked down from his elevated position, seeing Prince Le Fay, holding him in the air through his sheer magical power, with his left hand lifted up. The look on his face… It was one of utter murder, sheer rage and fury displayed on it, as Henry's face morphed into one that a Greek Fury would gain. He walked towards Remus, still holding him wandlessly up in the air and not even allowing him to move a muscle, before he spoke in a low and threatening voice.
"You've overstayed your welcome, Lupin." Le Fay said to him, effortlessly holding him in the air. "Just who the hell do you think you are to snoop around my castle?!"
"That girl… She is a Potter, Rose Potter." Remus hissed at Prince Le Fay, who took a glance at the immobile form of laying girl, before turning his murderous gaze back at him. "Everyone will soon know… You kidnapped the daughter of a Noble House and… Use her as a slave, or worse…" With every word, Remus watched as the fire in the eyes of Le Fay lit up even more
"Use her?" Le Fay said, before shifting up his magical grip on Remus, focusing it up on Remus' throat.
In the next second, Remus felt that his limbs were once again to move… And in the next second he clutched at his throat, feeling how it was being squeezed with unimaginable force. Werewolf was no stranger to great physical force and pain, but this… He couldn't even do a thing agaisnt it, as Le Fay literally was squashing his throat, choking the life out of him. After a few seconds, Henry spoke up again.
"Listen to me, Remus Lupin, and listen well: I know everything that you and your friends Potters have done, both to Rose and her older brother." Remus' eyes widened when he heard it come from Prince Le Fay, while he still continued to clutch on for air. "I know about neglect, how you treated them as trash and how you with your friends and Dumbledore's pet Death Eater have sent an innocent man into Azkaban to die. And I know all about Rose and what James and Lily Potters have done to their own daughter, how they've condemned her to death with Caro Mortui." Le Fay spat out the name of the spell, as he continued to choke on, nearly
"Prince Le Fay, let him go!" Sounded the gruff voice of Gregory Crawley, who had followed after their host with the others, looking at him with shock. "Stop that, you maniac, or I…"
"Or you'll drop dead, you idiotic mutt!" Neriada shouted at him, standing between him and Prince Le Fay. "Your pet there had tried to take that girl there! I've sensed a magical transmission from her to Prince being delivered, he's defending her! Stand back, for your own sake."
"Sh-she is right, I've sensed that transmission too. He was after the girl." Wendy spoke up in a meek voice.
"Still, milord, it won't do you good to kill him. Even if he had trespassed and attacked your Vassal, you can't simply kill him like that." Irene spoke up in a strong manner, getting through to her Prince. "You can punish him, severely even, but if you kill him, you'll just give the Ministry and Dumbledore the needed pretense to dispose of you through legal means in Wizengamot. Your Highness…"
Prince Le Fay looked at his advisor, before letting go of Remus Lupin, who immediately started to cough for air. Henry took a glance back at the gathered crowd, through which moved Cassiopeia with a worried look. When her eyes had shifted to the laying form of Rose, she dashed right towards her, a look of utter worry and horror written all over her face. Catching on to that look, Prince Le Fay grabbed Remus' collar roughly and shoved him into the wall, speaking to him, with his wand already pointed at the werewolf.
"I may not be able to kill, yet, but let me this clear: stay bloody away from Rose Potter. If I learn that you, or any other member of the Order, or worse, Potters are anywhere within a mile's radius of her, I will kill every single one of you, starting with skinning you alive." Henry threatened to Remus.
"Dumbledore… Won't allow you to do it, you punk." Remus growled out, before the pressure on his chest increased. "The Wizengamot will sue you… For kidnapping a noble Witch, and James will…"
"Will shut his damn mouth, or he and his wife will be spending the rest of their lives in Tartarus, wishing for Azkaban." Henry hissed at him, lowering his wand slightly. "I've got enough evidence to destroy House Potter where it stands, and even if the Wizengamot will not move to incarcerate them, thanks to your great Leader of Light and Minister, the ICW's court will be more than happy to deal with them, as well as you entire damn cabal. So you do well to inform your friend Potter and Dumbledore about it and tell them to stay away from me and Rose. She is not my slave, nor a lover or even a wife, but she is my most trusted friend and the Heiress of House Le Fay. And I intend to make the people that hurt her suffer, just like she did. Caro Mortui." Henry spoke the name of the Dead Flesh curse, pointing his wand on Remus' right arm.
The screams of the werewolf could be heard throughout the miles away, as he felt his flesh and bones rot and blacken. Henry didn't mince his words and power, sending a great deal of the latter in to his curse that was eating away Remus' right hand. In the matter of seconds, Remus's right arm below the elbow looked just like the overgrown piece of rotten flesh. Henry released his hold on the curse and let Remus fall on to the ground clutching his ruined hand.
"Tell anyone in Ministry about it and what you found, mutt- and I'll make you wish that Voldemort had gotten you before me. Now get the hell out of here and remember to tell you friends what I told them." Henry jerked his head to the exit, signaling Remus to get out of her, and so he did through apparition. "Crawley, next time he comes here, with or without you, he is dead. Am I understood?" Henry turned his murderous gaze towards the werewolf, who understood that Remus had screwed up big time, nodded to him.
"Prince Le Fay!" Cassiopeia called him out, with the fog of rage lifting off of Henry, as he dashed to her.
"What is wrong with her, Cassiopeia?!" He nearly shouted at her, looking at his unconscious sister, before putting a hand on to her head. "She is burning up inside! Did he curse her?!"
"No, it is much worse!" Cassiopeia spoke up, waving her wand trying to stabilize Rose. "It's her damned arm! The rune array was destroyed and the infections with gangrene are back in full effect!"
"Harry, she is dying!"
Aren't I a bloody cliffhanger bastard, am I? But in all seriousness, I know that this is cruel as hell of me, but don't you worry, I do intend to fix it all. Now onto some things that may stick out.
1. Fleamont mansion. Yes, Potters did live only on Fleamont property, as James and Lily couldn't get into the Potter property. Right now, they are allowed, but only thanks to Henry giving his permission through the Gringotts, with that scheme of his.
2. The envoys. Yeah, I drew A LOT of inspiration about them from mass media, namely video games, comic books and anime. Like with Night Elves and High Elves being out of World of Warcraft, Crawley also based off a character there. Wendy, a Sylph ambassador, is from Fairy Tail, like Irene. And as for Skadhi, she is partially based off Esdeath in Akame Ga Kill, in looks and in her interest in battles. Go ahead and punish me if you want, but I did as I wanted to and feel no shame.
Now, a little bit more about the magical beings in general. Vampires in British Isles are what you would consider to be the most progressive type, as well as pacifistic when compared to their continental bretheren. They are seen by other Clans as weaklings and human lovers, while they themselves rather prefer to live the way they do. Elementals are the races that are connected to the forces of nature, like water, fire, air, nature itself. Nymphs, sylphs and dryads are the ones of Elementals that live in Le Fay lands, and these races are purely female, and they do not birth half-bloods or half-breeds. If a wizard does the deed with a sylph or a dryad, the result will always be the same one- the child will be of the race of her mother.
3. Acromantulas. I need to be honest with you, I utterly hate the spiders and have an arachnophobia. And that damned scene in The Chamber of Secrets… Ugh… Anyway, the reason why I decided to use them is because I often see them not utilized at all in Fanfiction, and that they aren't all that explored. From what I've read on the wiki, those bastards can breed worse than rabbits, with one female capable of laying A HUNDRED BLOODY EGGS! And that is one go, and even if we take into the account that she can only lay once a year, with the number of female Acromantula also increasing, the Forbidden Forest would simply run out of space for spiders to use.
And it doesn't look like Dumbledore does anything about them and their population, so in other words, those damn creatures would start to migrate in tens and hundreds for better places to set up their colonies. So those eight-legged freaks headed down south and are now a serious problem to the magical beings there. And as for Ministry… Let's face it, at this point, it's just there to look pretty and nothing more.
Now as for how Remus found Rose and got away with it, it'll be explained later, as will be explained what is happening to her.
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