Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war
This contract is to be formed between the noble houses of Sol, Totum and Doxiadis, in relation to the newborn charge, Amarie Evelyn Totum, daughter of Marco and Adrianna Totum (nee Sol). Upon the death of both parents, the noble family of Doxiadis will take responsibility of the child upon pane of death.
Witnesses to this agreement are as follows;
Severus Snape, son of witch Eileen Prince and muggle Tobias Snape. Relationship to the deceased: Close family friend.
Lily Potter (nee Evans), daughter to the muggle parents Gregory and Jane Evans.
Relationship to the deceased: Close family friend.
As decreed by the Ministry of Magic: division of Dark and Mythical Creatures, under the Protection against Prejudice of Ancestry Act of 1579, Adrianna, a legal Veela, and Marco, a legal Vampire, both mated through soul, mind, body and magic, are able to dictate whom, upon their deaths, are able to take care of their offspring. Their entrusted guardians are the noble family of the Doxiadis', specifically, Raphael and Michelangelo Doxiadis, sons of the late Regina and Alexandros Doxiadis.
Let it be known that all parties involved are protected under the Defence of Dark Creatures Act 1487.
Upon the date of Amarie's seventeenth year, 4th August 2013, she shall come into her genetic inheritance, and bring forth her Vampiric Veela nature to the surface, she shall seek out her predetermined mates, and the contract between these two families shall become obsolete, and there will be no more obligation for those involved.
All parties concerned are asked to sign below, with both blood, magic and pen, and swear upon an oath dictated by the parents of the charge involved.
It is asked that whomsoever in involved in this contract speak not of it to any other person, who also is not directly involved themselves.
Benedicat tibi deus faciat.
Sic fiat semper.
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After reading those damned words, I could barely speak. I could only plead with my eyes that they would give me a few moments to myself, and thankfully, after changing back into the faces that I had come to know better than my own and love like brothers, they left me to my own devices.
All of a sudden, I felt far older than my years, and more weary than I had ever been before. I felt my body sink back into the sofa I had been sitting in, and my vision tunnelled completely. I didn't know what to do, what to think. I just needed to be alone, but a quick glance at the time showed me that it was far too late to be travelling alone, especially through the park that separated our homes.
Instead of brushing this situation off, however, I decided that before the night was out, I was getting to the bottom of this, and I would get the truth out of everyone involved. I had no intention of letting this go without a fight.
With a new resolve in my eye, and a determined expression permanently set upon my face, I squared my shoulders, and demanded, "Dylan. Jason. I know you're out there. We're going back to my house, and sorting this bullshit out. Grab your shit. Let's go."
Shuffling past the two twins, I grasped at my board, and angrily threw open the door, careful to not slam it against the wall, and shot off, like a bullet in the dark, wishing that I could have grown wings in that very moment, and flown away from all of my problems. Never mind. I had just under half an hour before it was officially my birthday, and I was not going to waste my final days being miserable.
"Slow down, Widget!"
Dylan's voice was quiet, as it was carried along in the wind, and I glanced backwards to see that not only way I going far too quickly to be considered even minutely safe, but they were almost 50 feet behind me, pumping themselves faster and faster to catch up with me.
Taking a chance, I decided to spice this up a little, and took a risky, incredibly sharp left, and felt myself lose balance, if only for a second, before catching it back again. I travelled along the winding path, past the small, children's play area, and cutting past the miniature half-pipe we had spent most of our summer relaxing on. I chipped the curb slightly, and travelled along it for mere moments, before slamming back onto the gravel, and at a distance away, I could hear Dyl and Jase copy my movements. They had clocked onto my little game, and were playing along.
This drew a crux to the forefront of my mind, as I realised that I had already forgiven them. Which went against everything I held dear in my spirit. They lied to me. They deceived me. My parents did the same. I should be angrier than I was, but I couldn't find it in myself to dredge any animosity in my heart.
"We're right on your tail, Squirt!"
I smirked to myself, and breathed out a light puff of air into the night sky. So they thought they could beat me? Knowing full well that I was the better skater? Okay. It's on.
I pumped my calves faster and faster, gaining more momentum and velocity, slashing through the streets at an almost unholy speed. From where I was, I could see my front door, and I knew that within seconds, I would be there, way before either of the twins would have.
Instead of taking the safer option of dismounting my skateboard and walking to my door, I used my weight and my speed to kick myself upwards and completed an Ollie before carrying onto my home. I had to step off of my board to climb the stairs leading to my front door, and I felt the muscles in my legs screaming in protest. I knew that tomorrow I would regret executing such an exhausting journey.
There was a light sheen of sweat dampening my forehead, and the upper half of my torso, and my breathing was coming out in short, quick gasps, but I had just had more fun in the last few minutes than I had had in a long time, and it was worth it. I heard the boys follow in my footsteps, and I used my house keys to push open the door, once they had joined me on the porch.
"That was a dumb thing to do, Evie."
Jason's voice was scratching from all of the shouting he probably had done, but I could see the excitement shining in his eyes, and I knew he had had fun also.
"I know, but tell me it wasn't amazing?"
I questioned, and received no reply, and knew I had one. I stepped inside of the house, and kicked off my shoes, as did the twins, and made my way into the living room, only to find it empty of people.
"Where is everyone?"
I shook my head, a silent gesture of my uncertainty. Where could everyone have gotten to? I had mere moments before I heard the chiming of the grandfather clock located in the corner, against the far wall of my living room, and I glared at the twins, and spat out, "The clock was slow!"
They stared at me confusedly, and I groaned in annoyance.
"The clock at yours said I had half an hour. It was slow!"
Recognition flared in their eyes, and Dylan hastily amended, "What do we do? Your parents aren't here! We need to get you to your room before it sta-"
Crippling pain ran through me, and I collapsed to the floor from the intensity of it.
"FUCK!"
It ran from the nape of my neck, gripped the cuffs of my wrists and tore down the length of my spinal cord, pulsating in the centre of my body. It was like someone was branding my skin with thousands of needles. It shook me to my core and tore at the seams of my form. I couldn't breathe. My soul felt as though it was trying to escape from my very body, and I was trying so hard to stop the room from spinning out of control.
I heard the distinct sound of sharp pops, and I saw the worried faces of my parents and their guests as they came into my blurry, unfocussed vision.
"It's going to be okay, sweetheart. Just hold on for us. We love you."
That was the last thing I had heard before my entire world faded into darkness, and I didn't even have enough time to nod in return.
The last line of the contract means
"May the Great God bless you all.
So mote it be." in Latin.