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A/N: If anybody doesn't understand a reference PM me and I'll explain them. Also, if anyone finds any of this confusing please tell me.
Time passes quickly for Galatea when she is happy. Now, the escape of her father to parts unknown for the purpose of mist likely attempting to sabotage her life wasn't exactly a good thing but at least now that dark cloud was away from her. That wasn't what she had been happy about these past weeks, no, it was the fact that her son could do alchemy. Now, this wasn't the near dead and closely guarded alchemy of Nicholas Flamel, this was something far more powerful. Unfortunately, she couldn't do this magic. She figured that her magical core was set and therefore incompatible with this new magic. Timothy was young and part fey so his magic was more versatile.
Tim passed quickly for Timothy when he was happy. Being young meant that the things which made him happy were much more simple. His mother was paying lots of attention to him, he was allowed to draw on the walls, and the mean dog man was gone. He was even allowed to do grown up magic and his mum wasn't cross about the wall. Life was good.
Time passed slowly for Harry when he was upset. It was as if the clock and the calendar were conspiring together to mock him. Maybe the stove and the fireplace were involved as well with limited help from the other appliances. He gave them a strange look and for a moment was sure that he was going mad. Galatea was wrapped up around her work instead of him…and yes he was aware of how dirty that sounded. To put the cream on top of the madness pudding that mad Sirius Black had escaped and was probably doing all sorts of mad things. He might even try and kill father. Even if he wasn't his father Harry still referred to him as such. He knew that he had to do something but he was stuck going to Spellwick's school for inbred ninnies. He didn't want to be away from Galatea, he loved her and he thought that she love him. He entertained the thoughts of her divorcing that fey and marring him. Yes, and they'd have a Quiddich Pitch in their backyard…
"Why are you just sitting there looking at the calendar?" asked Timothy floating into the kitchen. Harry threw back a shot of Dragon whiskey. Now what? He had nothing against Timothy except the fact that he was a reminder that Galatea hadn't chosen him. Not that it was the kid's fault or anything.
"Because it's conspiring against me, the clock as well I'm afraid." said Harry. Timothy gave a them a long look and then took a piece of chalk from his pocket.
"Don't worry, I'll stop them!" said Timothy. Harry cocked en eyebrow. Timothy drew one of those strange circle and then put some energy into it. There was the familiar crackle of energy and the blue light. Suddenly they were replaced with a child sized broom. Timothy presented it to Harry. Harry mounted the broom and kicked off it did nothing.
"I guess it needs something more than transfiguration. " said Harry. He handed the broom to Timothy, he could fly on his own.
"Transmutation." corrected Timothy. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say." Said Harry. Timothy looked a bit cross as being dismissed but simply floated out of the room. Harry sighed, liquor made the time pass more quickly. Not that he had a problem or anything, he was just sad and bored and rejected. It used to always be the four of them and now they were fragmented. When school started he'd see Portia and Persephone again, Galatea was now a married woman and wouldn't be returning to school.
Time had no meaning for Addie's children. She had spent so much time trying to wrap her mind around everything that she had been told. Why couldn't she have had three normal little girls. Instead she had three terrifyingly extraordinary young women. She sighed as Bertie cooed against her, he was doing much better. She missed Peter dearly but he had moved ahead to Planter's Circle in India in an effort to avoid Siriusly Mad Black.
"I have another plan." Said Portia bursting through Persephone's door. Persephone looked up at her and gave her a long suffering look. This was a long, weary look. She wasn't in the mood for any half-baked planes for capturing Sirius Black or running away and starting a new life in some exotic tropical place.
"We let Galatea decide what's best for her?" asked Persephone dryly. Portia shook her head.
"No, we make time go faster!" said Portia. Persephone threw a boot across the room at her, almost knocking over an oil lamp.
"Are you mad!?" said Persephone. Portia put her hands out infront of herself defensively.
"No, I don't mean that…we're never trying that again." Said Portia. Persephone visibly relaxed. The last time something like that had been suggested they nearly destroyed the flow of time. time only flowed in one direction at one speed unless the powers that be said otherwise.
"Good, I don't need Oberon King of marital problems breathing down my neck again." Said Persephone. Dealing with that fey was never pleasant.
"Good. Now you know what happens in the future." Said Portia. Persephone nodded.
"Vaguely."
"Also good. Well, what if we didn't go to school?" said Portia
"Then we'd be uneducated idiots with no other choice than to marry well because we'd have no way to function in the adult world. We'd end up miserable depressed baby making trophy wives to men we hated and every night we'd look over at him, take the pillow, and imagine what it would be like to put him out of our misery." Said Persephone darkly.
"Wow…you've given this a lot of though haven't you?" said Portia in an apprehensive tone. That was a very…detailed answer.
"Just a bit." Said Persephone noticing the odd look her favorite cousin was giving her. It was terrible that Harry was out of the running but he wasn't related to her closely.
"It's always the sweetest ones." Said Portia. Persephone cocked an eyebrow.
"Why am I the sweet one?" asked Persephone genuinely curious. Was it because she was the youngest, or the blondest? Or maybe it was her sparkling personality.
"Because you usually wear pink. I wear Blue and Galatea wears greens. Harry didn't really have a color but he gravitated towards reds. Now Beadle, he's young but he seems to gravitate towards-" said Portia. Persephone made an exaggerated motion for her to stop.
"Right, I guess you don't want the fashion report. Well, anyway, I've convinced father to pool the Pettigrew fortune for half the bill." Said Portia
"Your tab at the Diamond Dog?" said Persephone. It was quite a large tab after all.
"No, for the anabarium vein! In the arctic, you dunderhead." Said Portia running a hand through her darkening hair. Persephone gasped in understanding.
"You want to buy the Aurora Borealis? The actual northern lights? Will the government even allow that?" asked Persephone
"You know they will because they did." Said Portia. Persephone shook her head in disagreement. She knew it, this was very half baked.
"But that was after our rise to power. Now we're just three socialites in training…not three witches to be reckoned with." Said Persephone. They were barely into their teens, not their twenties like before…or after maybe? In the original timeline!
"That's why I have a plan." Said Portia in a conspiratory tone.
"A good one?" said Persephone doubtfully.
"Yes, naturally." Said Portia a bit offended. Alright, so a lot of her plans didn't exactly go according to plan but that didn't mean that she was a bad planner.
"And it involves dropping out of school." Said Persephone in a tone which couldn't quite convey the sheer depth of her doubt for her cousin's latest plan. Portia got a very dark look all of a sudden. Persephone took a step back, what was coming wasn't good.
"To resurrect Voldemort."
"My esteemed colleges, members of the high court, lords and ladies. I, Lady Galatea Algoria Black present something which will boggle you minds. This will shake your very foundations of your understanding of this world." Said Galatea as she presented herself before the high council. She knew that she needed to make herself a force to be reckoned with in her plans would ever come to fruition.
"Get on with it, Lady Black." Said the high councilman. Truth be told he was a bit weary of this young women and her half fey spawn. That she would appear, at her age and in her condition, before the grand council seeking permission to purchase what was essentially the entire North Pole, showed that she was either very brilliant or very mad.
"Yes, I suppose I shall. There photographs were taken not on this earth. This one here comes from Avalon, a place we all know to exist." Said Galatea. the lights went down and photographs of Avalon transfixed the room. They were large magical projections which loped them around and around. Everybody, from Oberon to Magus to the Gargoyle clan looped infront of them.
"These photos come to us from Shamballa, a place which exists in Norse legends. " photographs of cities unlike any on earth looped in front of them as well as people doing amazing things with alchemy.
"How do we know that these aren't faked?" asked a council member breaking the silence. Timothy gave him a dirty look, they weren't liars.
"Why would I put on such an elaborate ruse just to spend most of my fortune on a hunk of rapidly melting ice?" asked Galatea. There was no reply.
"Now to my final series of photographs. This is a world unlike anything I have ever seen, in this world people's souls walk not inside of them as ours do but next to them in the form of Daemons. That's daemon, not demon. Note in this one how energy from the Aurora Borealis at the western edge of their north pole flows into this man's daemon making a portal through which the lights from this city can be seen." Said Galatea letting it all sink in. she stood tall and proud in her forest green dress. It was a simple thing but it conveyed a sense of power. Portia had informed her of a pan to drop out of school and resurrect Voldemort. She liked the whole uniting the countries against a common enemy plan and then taking him down earning everyone's respect and admiration as well as removing the statute of secrecy. She got the feeling that old Moldy-Wart didn't need much help in that direction so she had vetoed the plan. That didn't mean she didn't have any plans of her own.
"And now if any of you doubt me…son?" said Galatea. She stepped out of the center of the room and gave her wand a flick. All of the equipment was moved and a large, ornate circle was drawn on the floor. Timothy places his hands on the circle and the room was filled with a cracking sort of energy. Then suddenly bits of the floor exploded into what looked like confetti.
"Thank you for your consideration." Said Galatea giving a slight bow before she turned with a flourish and left the room. Timothy also gave a bow before flying several feet into the air and then floating off in trail of his mother. Unknown to them a strange smelling blonde man had seen everything of that semi secret meeting. A few days later she was given the land and access to whatever equipment she needed. It was good to be Galatea Black.
"Welcome, everyone, to another year at Hogwarts." Dumbledore's voice boomed across the great hall. Not many students in Gryffindor paid much attention. They were clustering around the Weasleys. They had been there, they had seen Harry Potter. Who knew that they had Potter in class with them all those years ago. It was a shame that he was a dark wizard now. Sirius Black, their newest defense against the dark arts professor had ridden with them on the train and told anyone who would listen the story about what had happened all those years ago. How Margaretta Pettigrew had seduced him and attempted to trap him into marriage but he had left when he saw that the child was a born dark witch. How Peter had for years pretended to be their friend slowly biding his time until he could kill them all and bathe in their blood and liquefied insides. How he had falsely been convicted to Azkaban while Peter lived as the rat he was before kidnapping Harry Potter and turning him into a soldier for the dark. Sirius had tried in vein to save Harry but the darkness had permeated his very soul and he had to get out. Also, there was some sort of fey demon spawn involved. Some of the upper years wondered if that really was an appropriate story for school children. Especially the part about the steamy seduction. The school's new defense coordinator, a brand new position thought up by Dumbledore, sat in the corner with his magical eye whizzing around in his head. It didn't look like he'd be telling any stories involving steamy seduction.
"Now in addition to the start of term announcements I would like to welcome students from Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Spellwick's for the first every quadri-school tournament!" said Dumbledore throwing his arms in the air. Somebody made cricket noises. How could they change the tri-wizard tournament? It was a tradition. The silence was broken when the all-female students from Beauxbatons did a graceful dance before sitting at the new table that was conjured for them. they were flowed by the students from Durmstrang who did a series of graceful but masculine acrobatics involving staffs. The students broke out into excited chatter over the arrival of Victor Crum. Finally the students from Spellwick's entered. The first thing everyone noticed was their clothes, identical black suits with white shirts on everyone with the school crest on their ties. No robes but there were long pants on everyone over twelve and progressively longer skirts for the girls until they touched the floor. Every boy had short closely cut hair and all of the girls had a section of hair on the front left side of their hair tied off with an ornate bow and the rest left in a long braid. They didn't do any dances or acrobatics, they simple sat down boys across from girls. The last thing that caught their attention was a chubby boy with black hair and a lightening bolt shaped scar upon his forehead. Then all hell broke loose.