Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Harry slept soundly in his bed. Home. It was summer holiday and he was home. He was back at the sprawling estate with his family. He dreamt of something strange though. It was a reoccurring nightmare involving people he felt that he should have known. There was a red haired woman and man with her. There was yelling, crashing, a green light, and then he woke up. Sometimes his scar hurt after that.
Galatea Algoria Black did not sleep soundly. She didn't need to. She wasn't tried despite the hour. She knew what she had to do. She looked at the wrapped parcel on her dresser. Attached to it was a not on delicate paper. In spidery script it told her to use it well.
"Define well." She muttered under her breath. She hoped that she knew what it was but didn't want to look. She might even know who delivered it to her.
Portia Pettigrew couldn't sleep. She tried and tried but she couldn't. Something was going on with Galatea and she was going to find out what. It could be something grand, like an adventure. Yes, an adventure for the family Pettigrew through dangerous places. It would be truly brilliant! Btu first she would have to see what was going on. She heard a bump in the hallway.
"Too late for servants. Too early for my parents." Muttered Portia as she put on her dressing gown and ventured out into the darkened hallway.
"Lumos." She whispered into her want. She kept it as dim as possible and walked down the hallway. To what, she didn't know. She knew that it could be an adventure, or more likely her brother had found his way out of his crib.
"Claudine!" she heard a harsh whisper and put her light out. She cursed herself for forgetting her wand on her night table.
"Timothy, leave me be." Said a small voice. Portia deduced that these were either robbers or distant cousins. She stayed to the wall and listened.
"We need to go now before we're seen. You did it now come on!" said the older, male voice.
"If we're seen then we are meant to be seen." Said Claudine haughtily
"We don't exist yet!" said Timothy
"You do, in a way." Said Claudine
"I'm even sure if I do."
"Well, I need to do something." Said Claudine walking down the hall
"At least cast a silencing charm."
"Yes, and have the house detect a new magical signature? Really, cousin?"
"She is not your mother, not yet." Said Timothy grabbing for Claudine. Claudine went back and brushed against Portia. Portia gasped as Claudine brushed against her.
"Oh God! Oh God!" said Timothy fumbling with something in his robes
"I saw her before you dunderhead." Said Claudine holding onto Portia with a vice like grip. If Portia wasn't so scared or wasn't kicking herself so hard for losing her wand, she would have noticed how cold Claudine was.
"Will this thing even work?" asked Timothy panicked. Claudine rolled her eyes and handed Portia her wand.
"Tim, it if it worked them it'll work for us. And you, hex me or cast a light but hurry up." Said Claudine. Portia felt the wand in her hand. Oak, thirteen inches. Unyielding beneath her grasp. She tried a hex but couldn't manage it so she tried a light.
"How many rules have we broken." Said Timothy. Portia took a step back as she looked at him. About twenty years old with thick black hair but that wasn't what amazed her. His ears were pointed and tall, his build was lean, and he seemed to radiate a sort of magic.
"Y-You're a fairy?" asked Portia wishing she had paid more attention in magical creatures with human intelligence class. The only class on creature someone of her breeding and status would need.
"Fey. Half fey and this is a dream. You are dreaming." Said Timothy
"His broom has been known to fly on the other pitch if you know what I mean." Said Claudine. Portia raised the wand to Claudine's face.
"You-you-re a v-v-vampire." Said Portia
"I am what I am and I am half of what you think I am." Said Claudine looking into Portia's eyes. Portia seemed to get lost in the grey pools.
"I-You-him." Said Portia not noticing the wand that was taken from her hand.
"You are tired, sleepy. You sleepwalked here you silly girl." Said Claudine
"You-you're not much older than me." Muttered Portia as she felt her eyes grow heavy
"Claudine, the house…." Muttered Timothy
"This is inborn not magic so shut up…" said Claudine in a sing song voice. Portia went to sleep slumped over in the hallway.
"That was too close." Said Timothy as she grabbed Portia by the ankles and proceeded to drag her down the hall.
"Mind her head." Said Claudine
"You could help you know." Said Timothy as he retraced their steps from their beginning place.
"I helped duplicate that damned phoenix gate." Grumbled Timothy wishing that Portia didn't weight so much.
"No, we just stole it in the future and delivered it in the past along with that stupid book."
"It had to be done and you know it." Said Claudine a bit too loud.
Do you remember where she came from?" asked Claudine walking down the familiar hall. It was amazing how some things could always change and other could be counted on to stay the same.
"No! I'm walking blind here." Said Timothy. He looked at the portraits and prayed that they didn't wake up and alert the master and mistress of the house to their presence.
"Just leave her in this room." Said Claudine motioning to a random door.
"Are you crazy."
"No, I just want to go home. Besides, time is like a river correcting it's course against all change."
"Who told you that? That's crazy."
"Crazy? How?"
"That's why they regulate time turners." Said Timothy
"Well, this isn't a time turner and my feet hurt."
"Oh, you're in pain."
"Hurry, dawn approaches." Said Claudine. Timothy pushed Portia unconscious body into the room. Thye then disappeared into a burst of red flame.