AN: i had intended this to just be a short time skip chapter. but it turned into some serious character soul searching, some fluff, and what i hope is a cool fight seen. Please let me know how the action is. Never written action before and want to improve if it sucks. ENJOY!
It has been 10 years since that Horrid night. Since he had lost his brother, his sister, and the little girl. All of which brought so much light in to the world. His 2 month stay in Chez Azkaban with the Dementors wasn't nearly as bad as the following 10 years. At least he had gotten out swiftly, even if they hadn't caught the rat. It was a mash up of drunken binges, Caring days by his friend and girlfriend, and usually followed by tongue lashings that made him miss his dear mothers Crucio.
He had limped through the ten years, barely holding on to the hope that the magic of the hogwarts letters could find her. Yet, there hadn't been a letter this year to give him hope that maybe she had survived. They said each day made it a little bit easier. But it really wasn't. He had failed. Despite what is on again off again girlfriend said.
Some days it was the fire whiskey that helped some days it was her. Amelia was probably the best thing to ever happen to him. Now if only he could forgive himself. Maybe it was time to try and maybe not forgive himself, but trying to burn the memories away with firewhiskey was not working. All it was doing was pushing Amelia away. He drew his wand but realized he was so drunk he couldn't aim his wand much less cast a spell. Instead he chose to chuck the half full bottle out the window. It didn't give him the satisfaction of shattering into a million pieces like his soul. Stupid impervious charms.
He was at least glad the wolf was as stubborn as he was. Remus had taken over the house black finances, setup a political powerhouse, and took care of his drunk ass. Merlin, he had even managed to find a girl and marry her. All from the shadows. If only the high and mighty blood supremacist knew they we being led by a werewolf.
He's stumbled back to his desk insults down into his chair. He opened the drawer pulling out of small box. Lifting open the cover shouldn't delicate platinum ring with a diamond setting. Maybe it was time to live again. At least that's what James and Lily would probably tell him.
It has been 10 years since he lost two faithful followers and the savior of The Wizarding World. Since he had been forced to confront the truth that the greater good wasn't always so good. He thought at least the child would have survived. How wrong the old wizard had been about the prophecy.
He had taken the reins along with the shadowy figure who ran house black. Together they had forced the ministry to clean up. The blood supremacist still existed but had finally learned some slytherin cunning. Things were as they should be balanced. As much as he did rust power, he had come to realise it wasn't always something you had a choice in. He still refused to take the ministerial position. But everybody knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
That didn't mean he liked it anymore, the cost: three brave dead innocent souls. Those 3 had been the final straw that broke him of his desire to manipulate the situation to try and remain pure. He now chose to be both respected and feared. He finally understood what his once lover had felt. But he could never make the same choices. Not at the cost of another one year old child who hadn't even lived yet.
His little machines didn't even give him peace. He could make no sense if the little dash marks in their random order. Even if they hadn't changed in 10 years.
It has been 10 years and the former Scout could not have been prouder of her daughter. Her daughter was actually facing her first Blood challenge. One of her competitors did not believe that she had the right to bear the clan marking and so he challenged her.
Everyone was gathered around the observation ring staring down at the two combatants. Her daughter stood a five and a half feet. Tall by her biological people's standard but worrisomely short by hers. The boy who had challenged her was already a tall 6 feet and look to easily top seven in the next 5 years. However she had learned not to underestimate her eat her and like any true Yaut'ja, she did not back down from a challenge.
Both of them kneeled down, slowly stripped off their armor, their gauntlets, removed hidden blades and all the way down to there skin. The two combats stood naked before each other one a soft creamy peach with flaming red hair. The other mottled brown skin with midnight black hair, both in dreadlocks. The young combatants may not understand yet but the ritual spoke of respect in an opponent as well as confidence in one's own abilities. Yaut'ja ego could get in the way of the ritual aspects. However, not a single clan member, young or old, would change that. S
The two stepped into the ring, assume basic fighting poses, and they began to circled each other. Young Hunters on the edge of their physical prime but still much to learn. Then they launched at each other. A flurry of blows, grapples, and throws were traded. It looked like the larger boys strength my win in the day. Her daughter would have some new bruises after today. She had given a few good blows. What she lacked in power she made up for with grace and speed. She was aware this boy was the primary antagonist and opposition to her daughters placement in the full hunter training program. He arrogantly thought she wasn't worth. She knew this but knew he was also wrong. Now the ritual ring would prove who was right.
Until the small slip of a girl. At least small by the status of her people. She watched her daughter smile and spit out a bit of her copper based blood. Such a weird scent. It was obvious by the way she cocked her shoulder she was going for a right hook. Her daughter's opponent saw the signs and gave a smirk and moved to block and reverse.
Suddenly her daughter wasn't there anymore. With a lod crack the right hook that had aimed for the jaw suddenly came from behind in the left. Hitting squarely under his jaw. The boy turned trying to protect himself shaking himself trying to get a grip on what was happening.
She just continued to watch her daughter in shock. Kicks the where aimed for the middle left surely where hitting on the opposite side. She quickly had him on his knees. She watches as her daughter wrapped one hand in the boys dreads and twisted hard enough to make the boy wince but like a good Yaut'ja he did not scream.
Suddenly her daughter was whipping herself around the boy and on his shoulder which cause him to lose his balance even further. He went from his knees to flat on his chest. Her daughter's legs were hooked under each arm which kept the boy from using all his muscles from righting himself. Even without his arms he should have been able to stand and get lighter girl off of him but something was holding him down.
And idea floated across her mind and she quickly flared her mandibles and sucked in a death breath tasting the air. She got a whiff of ozone. And she smiled. So this is what her daughter had been doing for the last month locked in their family sparing room with the sound dampers on max. It also explained why her daughter had walked in with her arm cleanly severed half way between the shoulder and elbow joints covered in stasis gel. That was a fun trip to the infirmary.
She shook her head and caused her own long dreads to flair out as she refocused on the fight. The boy was howling a bit in frustration and some in pain and being bested by what was considered the weakest clan member.
She watched her daughter pull back on the boys head and demand now that she was paying attention what seemed like the second time. "Yield!"
She watched her daughter let go of one handful of dreads and wrap her arm around the boys large cranial dome and the other rand down almost in a lovers embrace as she could barely hear what her daughter said next. "Yield or I WILL make sure you never forget this foolish stubbornness again."
The boy gave a roar that impressed all the clan and seemed to push back against whatever force her daughter seemed to control. THis was truly becoming a battle of wills. Like any good member of the clan she gave the boy his three chance and no more. There was a sudden of multiple loud snaps and it looked like her daughter had broken all three bones in the boys lower right mandible. She winced and pulled her mandibles in tight. Her daughter hadn't pulled any punches.
A gong was struck as the elder officiating the match called a winner. No point in causing serious and permanent damage to the unblooded. She could help a raspy chuckle and clicking of her mandibles as her daughter turned her back on the boy. Talk about insult to injury. The arrogant little chit. Like mother like daughter. She watched as her daughter proceeded to walk back to her ritual entrance/exit and she hurried down to meet her. She wanted to be the first to congratulate the young girl.
Upon entering the small cubical, she noticed her daughter and brought the small chest that contained her armor and leathers in but was leaning against with both hands. Before she could say anything, her daughter turned and gave a half grin and said. "I may have overdone it mum."
Before she could question her daughter. She watched as the pale girl went even paler and her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed. With instincts born of her species and honed on many hunts, she launched forward and caught her child.
It wasn't unheard of for the unblooded to push themselves too hard and barely win a match through pure stubborn will power. But like any parent she worried about her child. Especially because her child was so unique. Who would have ever though she would have settled down and been the maternal type.
Liara turned as the sensors indicated some one had come it. She turned, smiled for a second at seeing Kora. They had bonded over the small red haired child currently lying limp in partner's arms. Her good mandibles went from smiling to frowning as she growled out. "What has our idiot daughter done this time?"
Kora couldn't help another raspy chuckle at her lover started to berate the unconscious daughter. The tired kept up as she placed the child on the biobed and liara rolled over a special field still weren't entirely sure about this energy field their daughter seemed to emit and control. At least they had managed to prevent any more nasty surprises with the dampened they had made.
Kora could help by click her lower mandibles in amusement. Healer mother no fiercer sentient creature in the universe. But those thoughts would have to wait. There was an injured clan member to attend to, even if she barely qualified as a battlefield medic.
"Well aside from being a stubborn unblooded Yaut'ja child raised by equally mentally deficient parents. She is merely exhausted. Her energy field is low. Plenty of protein broth and a good verbal thrashing." Liara rubbed a clawed hand over her good eye. Before turning to Kora and taking in the sight if her lover. Every beautiful scar and freckle pattern of her skin. She turned her equally loving gaze in their adopted daughter. "I'm not looking forward to when she has a rebellious streak, steals a fast scouts ship, and goes joy riding across half the quadrant. You are going to turn into a worrying whelping hellhound and then we will still have to hunt her across said quadrant."
Kora just chuckled because she knew every word was true.
Unknown to anyone a small bushy haired girl was sitting in a Loo crying. But there was no troll or friendship bond this day. Only a choice to be brave and not not let anyone how much it hurt being alone.