Elizabeth Malfoy nee Potter POV
September 5, 1508
Malfoy Manor, England
September 5, 1508, was the day that would determine the fate of my, seemingly, unending suffering. Lucius Malfoy had become too suspicious of my behavior. Despite my efforts to appear completely absorbed into our marriage, his doubt had only been increasing. I had been left with no other choice.
I had spent the last few days researching the ancient art of spell casting. I had managed to come across a spell to make Lucius appear dead for an hour, in addition to one to turn him into a carrier. It was a daring and somewhat foolish plan, yet it was my only chance of escape.
I had been preparing for this day since Marcus Gaunt and I had decided to create a new life for ourselves. We had talked about it for weeks, giggling like two children while we discussed the possibility of living a quiet life, away from the prying eyes of society. But before we could take the plunge, I had to conceal my feelings.
I could no longer pretend to be happy with Lucius Malfoy, or attempt to make our marriage work. I had reached a point of no return, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, I forced two potions down Lucius' throat - one, to make him appear dead and two, to make him a holder of a powerful object - my ticket to freedom.
Holding my breath, I waited anxiously for the spell to take effect, praying that it would be strong enough to do the job quickly. An instant later, it was over; Lucius was deceased for the time being.
Looking around, I quickly determined that no one had witnessed what I had done. Taking advantage of the situation, I grabbed my belongings and stepped outside my husband's manor in the small English village. Marcus was waiting for me, ready to join me on our long-awaited journey.
We shared a long embrace and started our life together, never looking back. From that day forward I was no longer Elizabeth Malfoy, I was Elizabeth Potter. And I had taken the only chance of liberation that I had; one that would last longer than any hour.
Lucius Malfoy POV
Malfoy Forests, England
I woke up with a start, my mouth tasted like copper, and my heartbeats wildly in my chest. I opened my eyes to find myself in a forest, and among the trees were centaurs, their wiry bodies shrouded by the dark shadows of the woods. I cautiously approached them, and before I knew what was happening, they were taking me deeper into their camp.
Their leader approached me, his gaze penetrating as he sized me up. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I knew that something was about to happen. He stepped closer and without warning, he pulled me into his embrace and kissed me passionately.
I was too stunned to even struggle as he picked me up and lay me down onto a bed of leaves. His hands were gentle yet firm, caressing my body as he explored every single inch of me. In that moment, I felt something I had never felt before - pleasure.
When he was done, he rolled off of me, and looked into my eyes. That's when I realized what he had done. He'd gotten me pregnant with centaur babies, and I was now their prisoner, a breeder for not only centaurs but werewolves, minotaurs, elves, and vampires.
From that moment on, I was never given the chance to escape, my body the instrument he used to expand the centaur population. As I looked at the centaur leader with hatred in my eyes, I silently vowed to never forget the injustice he'd done to me.
Dianthe Tudor nee Malfoy POV
April 3, 1509
Hampton Palace, England
My father, Lucius Malfoy, died one year ago, leaving the children and myself with no male figure to look up to. I am determined to make sure that my newly acquired power as Queen and King Henry's wife will help me provide for my siblings and make sure they are well taken care of.
The morning of April 3rd, 1509 was bittersweet for me. I was to be coronated Queen of England, the highest honor a royal can receive. I should have been elated, but my heart felt heavy. I was preparing to say goodbye to my siblings, the only family I had left.
I looked around the magnificent throne room of Hampton Palace, full of the highest-ranking nobles in the land. All eyes were on me, but I could not bear to look at them. Instead, my gaze was fixed on the faces of my siblings, clustered together in a corner of the room. I was heartened to see my uncle, Abraxas Malfoy, standing with them. I had entrusted him with raising my sisters and brothers, from marriages two, three, four, and five.
I had never met my mother, Leta Malfoy nee Lestrange, as she died birthing me. My father, Lucius Malfoy, had gone on to marry four more times in an effort to provide us children with a motherly figure. Stepmothers one, two, and three had all died in childbirth, and I had long been suspicious of Elizabeth Gaunt nee Potter, stepmother four, after my father looking skulking around with an oddly familiar figure in the castle garden. I was relieved to see the younger seven had already been taken away by Abraxas Malfoy, so that Elizabeth Potter could not lay any further claim to them.
My father, Lucius, had died one year ago, leaving the children and myself with no male figures to look up to. I was determined to make sure that my newly acquired power as Queen and King Henry's wife would help me provide for my siblings and make sure they were well taken care of.
The room became silent before King Henry stepped up to the podium and began to speak.
"Today, we are gathered here to celebrate the marriage of my beloved wife, the fair Queen Dianthe Malfoy of House Malfoy, and my own self. We are blessed to witness their union, which will provide England with stability and security."
I looked around, noting the approving faces of the guests. I felt my mother's presence in the room and knew she was watching her only daughter make this grand gesture, with the sole intention of providing for her siblings.
I silently promised myself to make sure that my siblings would never be mistreated or forgotten, so long as I lived. I vowed to do everything in my power to make sure the royal Malfoy family line was kept safe and secure.
As I accepted King Henry's royal ring with a trembling hand, I knew my father would be proud. I had firmly decided my course of action and I was ready to face whatever challenges the future may bring.
Honeymoon Chambers
I gasp as the door to my chamber opens and my husband, Henry VIII, strides in. He looks regal in his fine tunic, confident and serious, and I can feel my heart beating faster in anticipation.
It is the night of our marriage, and Henry has come to consummate our union.
My palms are clammy, and my stomach is tight as he approaches the bed, his eyes burning into mine. His lips curl into a loving smile and he takes my hand in his, placing it over his heart.
My heart races and I can feel my cheeks flush as Henry moves close to me and slides beneath the sheets of our marriage bed.
He reaches for me, and I shiver as his warm hands explore my body, igniting a fire within me. His touch is gentle but passionate, and I close my eyes and allow myself to be fully present in the moment.
Just as I am about to reach my climax, I feel a sudden pain as Henry thrusts too hard, too quickly. He pulls back and apologizes at once.
"I'm sorry, my love." he whispers.
I manage a smile in return and whisper back, "It's alright, my love. Let's go slowly this time."
He smiles and agrees, and then begins to move slowly, making love to me with deep tenderness and care. The moment passes in bliss, and I am certain that this is the beginning of something beautiful.
Lucius Malfoy I POV
June 5, 1509
Centaur Camp, England
The pain is unbearable as I scream into the night with the new centaur babes, I just gave birth to. I glance around the centaur leader's tent, trying to make out the faces of my newborn as tears of pain and joy roll down my cheeks.
The first one I see is the last one, which I name Luca. His small frame and bright white eyes stand out against the dark background of the tent. He appears delicate but there is an air of strength about him.
The second one is a little fatter and has a mop of brown hair which I name Michael. He looks like he could take up the role of leader in any given situation. His eyes are kind and compassionate, and he has a special connection to me that I can't explain.
The third one is a bit rowdier, and so I name him Aggravaine. He has a head full of wild hair and a snarly attitude that will certainly not make him popular in the centaur camp. His eyes are fierce, but they twinkle with mischief as he takes in his surroundings.
Finally, there's the smallest one, whom I name Draco. He is the most peaceful of the four, with a serene disposition and a gentle smile. His eyes hold some hidden wisdom that I know he will come to understand as he grows older.
I take a deep breath as tears of relief and pride fill my eyes. I have just given birth to four centaur babes, each of them with their own unique personalities and traits. I am filled with a profound sense of joy as I gaze upon my sons and recognize the absolute beauty of this moment.
Kol Dienne POV
The centaur guards open the entrance of Lucius Malfoy's tent as I approach. As a male vampire, I must create an heir through a human. It would not be possible to create through my own species as I am unmarried, and I do not feel like searching for a partner. I carry a pouch of coins, offering payment in exchange for Lucius' compliance as this is my way of honoring the agreement we had made. I enter the tent and spot Lucius seated in one corner. His expression is stoic, almost grim, and I can sense his reluctance as he regards me.
Despite his feelings, he submits to my desires, and I am grateful for it. I thank him with a nod and lay my pouch of coins on the floor beside him. He remains still and silent as I proceed to take off my clothes and lay down beside him. We intertwine our limbs and I feel the warmth of his human body against mine. Lucius is gentle and tender with me, and I can feel the connection between us even as we do the deed.
Time passes in this manner until I finally feel my fangs elongating in passion. I bite into Lucius' neck, and I tingle in pleasure as I see the color of his blood. Despite his earlier reluctance, Lucius also appears to be enraptured.
The pleasure of this encounter will remain with me for many years to come. We part after the act, and I swear to return in nine months' time for the child that will be born from the union. Before I go, I press the pouch of coins into Lucius' palms. As I make my exit from the tent, a part of my heart remains with him, and I know he feels the same.
Lucius Malfoy I POV
March 5, 1510
I cry out as the pain of childbirth rips through my body. The blazing March sun beats down as I birthed triplets in the Centaur Camp of England, a vampire's three heirs.
My eyes flutter as my mind blazes with thoughts of the future, knowing that these children who now breathed and cried and born of my womb, were the start of something larger. They were each gifts of grace and miracles, given unto me from whatever force of power above.
The eldest of the triplets had skin as pale as the stars, a white as snow yet still vibrant and captivating. She cooed and smiled as I cradled her in my arms, and I knew that this would be the child that mesmerized and entrapped the world with her charms and beauty. I named her Bellatrix, meaning warrior in Latin.
My second was a beautiful boy, much like me in resemblance, although his eyes were an emerald green that shimmered with prophecy and the unknown. His gaze seemed to look past me, into the world of mystique and wonder. I could feel power radiating off of him, and I knew that this child was an incarnation of power and might. I named him Lucius, my namesake.
The third and final gift from the heavens had a chill that surrounded him, and I watched as he moved his hands around, creating flurries of snow and ice as I held him close. He had a soul of icy blue and a mind of crystal-clear understanding, a child untouchable by the world but a powerful and wise leader when needed. I named him Draco.
My children, my three gifts, would be given the world and share their knowledge and power with others. I, Lucius, was entranced every time I looked upon them, knowing that these three were the future of the land and of my life.
Kol Dienne POV
I reach the centaur camp and the nursemaid is a beautiful but stern woman, ready to take on the task of raising my children. She inspects them for any blemishes or marks, for I do not want them to reveal their identity.
I can hear Lucius's echoing cries as we leave the camp. I feel my chest tightening as I watch my children being taken away from here. But I must cling to the knowledge that I'm doing this to protect them and to ensure their safety.
It's been nine long months since I learned of these triplets and now it is time for me to take them into my care. I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt as Lucius is left to cry alone in the camp.
When we reach home, I am surprised to see how well the nursemaid has acquainted herself to the children. She speaks to them softly and lovingly. She even goes to the effort of finding a new toy and blanket for each of them. She has also come up with a plausible origin story for the triplets. I tell everyone the children are mine and the wife I married nine months ago had died in childbirth.
The nursemaid continues to take care of my children with great love and dedication. I am pleased and relieved that they have found such a suitable caregiver and now no one will ever know their true identity.
I take a deep breath and vow to do whatever it takes to protect my children. I am determined to make sure Bellatrix, Draco, and Lucius can enjoy a peaceful childhood and never have to find out their true origin.
Queen Dianthe Tudor nee Malfoy POV
Hampton Palace, England
I remember the day I married King Henry. My family was influential, but not of royal blood. So many of us had dreams of a marriage to the reigning monarch, a way to elevate our family to the status of royalty. When Henry asked for my hand in marriage, I was ecstatic, it was a dream come true.
The days after our wedding were full of joy and revelry. We celebrated the union of our two great families and I felt more in love with my husband than ever. We'd often take walks through the gardens of Hampton Palace, hand in hand. Henry would tell me stories of his adventures when he was young and his plans for the future.
But all of that changed when I became pregnant. The joy of a newborn soon turned into an intense fear and worry about the wellbeing of both myself and my child. Every ache and pain I felt was scrutinised and the slightest anomaly was grounds for alarm.
But at last, on this blessed day here I am at Hampton Palace surrounded by my four children. Despite the challenges I'd faced while carrying them, I'd sent them all off quite safe and sound. All of them were healthy and beautiful.
I name them Henry, Leta, Castor and Desdemona. All in honor of the Malfoy family that so keenly wishes to honor the royal Tudor family.
I can't help but think of the future my children will have growing up in this court. It will not be easy for them at first, they will be born to a mother who is not of royal blood and a father who has four other heirs. But with love and with time, I'm sure they will be accepted.
That is my hope as I drift off to sleep here in Hampton Palace, on this glorious day, the fifth of March 1510.
Abraxas Malfoy POV
June 10, 1510
Malfoy Manor, England
I stared in the mirror, a sense of dread pressing upon my chest. I knew my life had changed since I was bitten by the werewolf last year, but I had done my best to keep it hidden. I thought that marrying Igraine Potter, the woman I had loved for years, would absolve me of my dark secret. Yet here I was, the night of our marriage, still unsure about who I really was.
I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before entering the room. Igraine had finished getting ready already, and her beauty took my breath away. I knew this would be the only chance I had to be with her, before my transformation came forth and showed her the beast within.
Slowly, I walked to Igraine, my heart pounding in my chest as our eyes met. Then, with a sudden burst of courage, I leaned in to kiss her passionately. I had never felt so alive.
Little by little, I let my inner beast slowly come out, letting it consume my actions and my sensations. My love for Igraine was more than I had expected, fueled by the bestial part of my being. I felt so connected to her that, when I need for possession eventually overwhelmed me, I allowed my inner wolf to take over. As I embraced her, my teeth extended to bite her lightly on the neck, drawing blood as a sign of my mark.
I soon heard her gasp in both surprise and pleasure, but it wasn't until the first rays of the full moon shone through the window and bathed them in its silver glow that I realized what I had done. As the light illuminated me fully, I could see the yellow hue of my eyes. A sign of my transformation to a werewolf.
I knew that Igraine had seen it too. I waited patiently for her reaction with my heart in his throat, but to my amazement, she pulled me towards her and embraced me, showing no fear, only love.
In that moment, I realized that, though I had changed, my love for Igraine was still intact. From then on, it would be up to us to find a way to make it work, through joy, love, pain, and the inescapable power of the werewolf inside of me.
Hisolda Malfoy POV
July 31, 1510
Malfoy Manor, England
We are excited to have such wonderful gifts and it is such an amazing day. As the sun sets and the evening draws in, I think to myself just how blessed I am to have such a loving family that cares for me. I am grateful that my sister sent such thoughtful gifts and it reminds me that even though we are far apart, we are still connected in our family.
Despite the sadness of my Father being gone and my mother being taken away by her new husband, I am fortunate to be blessed with my loving Aunt and Uncle who have done their best to make the most of our lives. Though our upbringing has been that of noble Magnificence, it is the love and care we share that has shaped our lives day by day.
Today, Queen Dianthé, my beloved sister has gone shone her infinite grace on us. From the beautiful chests she sent us were treasures gifts of exquisite books, art supplies and dresses. But the most exciting presents were the magical pets that were given to us - a grey wolf and a phoenix to Justinian, a white lion and an owl to Uriel, a black Phoenix and a white tiger to me, a dragon and a raven to Sirius, a peryton and a black wolf to Abrienne, a Unicorn and an eagle to Lyra, and finally a Pegasus and a falcon to Zephyr.
We all undertook the task of naming our pets, with Justinian choosing Ghost and Hades, Uriel picking Lucario and Draco, I named mine Luna and Eclipse, Sirius called for Blaze and Diablo, Abrienne thought of Onyx and Sky, Lyra called hers Hecate and Athena, and finally Zephyr christened Storm and Aura.
The day had been a flurry of delight and excitement, as children, we were blessed with generosity and love. As the night settled in, I reflected on this remarkable day and felt grateful for the family I was blessed with. Though we were far apart, the generosity and affection of my sister was a reminder that no matter what distance separated us, we were still connected in our hearts.
Dahlia Granger POV
October 31, 1510
Black Manor
I stared out the window of my small cottage, my eyes already trained towards the Black Manor in the distance. The gray clouds of October grew ever darker in the sky, and the entire village grew tense with anticipation. I had arrived days ago, disguised as a poor traveler with nothing but a plain brown dress on my back. As long as no one knew who I truly was, everything would be alright.
I gathered my belongings and quickly walked towards the Manor. As I reached the steps leading to the entrance, my heart started pounding. Soon, I began to make my way to the banquet hall, where the rich Castor Black was hosting his yearly feast.
I had to act quickly. I took out my pouch of herbs and prepared a love potion. Casually, I whispered some words and slowly stirred it into Castor's wine. The potion worked quickly, and soon Castor's eyes were on me. I had caught his attention and knew that things would progress quickly from there.
I exited the feast and soon made my way to Castor's bedroom. I felt my heart pound even louder at the thought of finally approaching him. Castor looked at me with love, and I eagerly removed his pants. As I began to ride him roughly, Castor moaned with pleasure. Even though I was still a virgin, I pushed forward quickly, knowing my goal was to make sure I got pregnant by Castor before I left.
My plan soon came to fruition, and as Castor proposed to me, I gladly accepted. After a few days of preparation, we wed in the village's Black Manor with the entire village present. I had ensured my plan of trapping my rival Cecilia, Castor's first wife, in the dungeons, and had done so with such accuracy that everyone believed she had simply died. Unfortunately, I had not left any traces of my doing, and so I remained safely anonymous.
And now, I was the proud wife and official heir to the Black estate. As I watched the sun set on Black Manor, I finally accepted my fate with a satisfied smile on my face.
Valerian Weasley POV
December 31, 1510
Black Manor, England
I held my breath as I quietly snuck into the Black Manor in the early hours of December 31, 1510. Everyone would be sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in their beds, little suspecting the intrigue that I had come to bring.
Castor Black's younger sister, Andromeda, had caught my eye when he had brought her to the local market to sell her prized garden produce. Her voluptuous curves, red lips, and liveliness had reminded me of my own dear Margaret, my wife, and I had been absolutely captivated by her.
Andromeda was on the brink of being married off to a local landowner, while I was heir to the Weasley name - our families were from two completely different social classes. Despite knowing that our love could never be sanctioned by either of our families, I was nothing if not a romantic and I wanted to steal this precious moment from the gods.
I glamoured myself to look like Andromeda's would-be husband, Lord Fabian Evangelista, snuck into her chambers and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Then I took her. I was gentle and shepherded her through the night, and in a moment of purest ecstasy I unknowingly got her pregnant with a child that would bear the look of my family, but with the last name of Evangelista.
When I left her room that morning, I felt a pang of regret wash over me. I knew that she would never be truly mine - no matter what the outcome of our escapade - but it was a regret that I welcomed with open arms. We could never have been together, but we had managed to steal a moment of pure intimacy and love from the gods. One that would no doubt curse our families for many years to come but one that both our hearts would remember forever.
January 13, 1511
Brothel, England
I stood outside the brothel, nervously twiddling my thumbs. I had managed to snag a considerable amount of gold from a counterfeiter, and it seemed like the perfect way to spend my bounty. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and stepped through the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
The inside of the brothel was even more disorienting than I had expected. Everywhere I looked there were women in various stages of undress, lounging around in sensuous poses that made me feel strangely eager and anxious.
A madam sauntered up to me and asked in a sultry voice what I needed. I was feeling somewhat daring and asked for ten prostitutes, and the madam, with a knowing smile, gestured for me to follow her.
I was soon ushered into the back rooms, where each woman was assigned to her own bed. Looking around, I noticed that the beds were surprisingly clean and inviting. I asked myself what I was doing, but the desire and excitement I felt made it impossible to worry for too long.
I quickly moved to the first prostitute, straddling her as I passionately kissed her. Not giving her a chance to adjust, I proceeded with each of the women in the same manner, quickly switching between them as my pleasure built with each turn.
Afterwards, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment, if nothing else. With my newfound wealth, I had effectively fathered numerous potential children. I had no way of knowing then that my actions would have far reaching implications, as I had unknowingly gotten all of the prostitutes, I visited pregnant.
Lord Damon Slytherin POV
Slytherin Castle
Febuary 21, 1511
I, Lord Damon Slytherin, better known as the Dark Lord Erebus, am now wed to my bride Victoria Weasley, Tori for short. Despite the two of us coming from completely different worlds, I find her dazzlingly beautiful and cannot help but feel a spark ignite between us.
As our wedding ceremony comes to its conclusion, I take her in my arms and escort her down a long hallway lined with my followers, each one of them looking on with admiration. I can feel the anticipation coming from them as I guide my bride to my chambers, where I will finally have her in my bed.
In my chambers, I consume her with passionate kisses and caresses, moving with possessive desire, eager to take away what is now wholly mine. I feel her entire body tremble with a mixture of excitement and fear, as I move my lips against her neck, slipping off pieces of clothing as I explore every inch of her body with my hands.
As I enter her, she gasps and whimpers in pleasure, her body adjusting to me as I go faster and deeper. I feel her hips bucking against me, her small cries and sighs filling the room. My followers are watching with hungry eyes, taking in her newfound pleasure, each one of them equally aroused by the sight before them.
Finally, with one last thrust, I take away her innocence, and as we both collapse in a blissful heap, I take comfort in the fact that I finally have her completely to myself.
Lady Sabine Williams POV
April 13, 1511
Williams Cottage, England
I slump in the chair, letting out a low, defeated groan. It's April 13, 1511, and I'm Sabine Williams. I should have expected this day would come. Everyone in the Williams family carries the blood of wizards, but Diana has always remained magically empty. She's my baby sister, twenty years younger than me, but still wise beyond her years.
I had always suspected that she was a squib but had hoped that it wasn't true. It had been confirmed that morning when I'd taken her to an old family friend, a healer of some fame, who had confirmed what I'd feared.
My head and heart ached at the thought of seeing Diana suffer her entire life with no magic. I had to find a way to fix this but didn't know how.
Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. I'd heard of a strange potion being created, one that could boost a wizard's powers or even transfer it from one person to another. If I used it, surely, I could cure Diana? But how?
That was when I heard of Alexander Evans, a pureblood wizard heir. All I had to do was lure him to my cottage, again by any means necessary, and then force him to drink the potion. After that, his own magic would be transferred to my sister, and she would be cured!
The night before, I had used my charm and cunning to get him here and it had all gone according to plan. We had had sex, and I had grown pregnant with his child, unbeknownst to both of us. But I had forced the potion down his throat, and within seconds his powers had gone from his body to my sister's. At first, he put up a valiant fight, trying to keep his magic within him. But in the end, he gave in, losing his magic to save my sister.
When all was said and done, he had let out a last gasp of air before his body had become empty - an empty husk of the once powerful young wizard he'd been, as our magic is our life force.
Unfortunately, my plan had come with a heavy consequence, that of Alexander's life. I'd burned his body after that so there would be no evidence of my crime.
The following day, with a heavy heart, I'd still gone ahead and married his brother, Lord Nathanial Evans, and he had believed the babe was conceived on our wedding night.
I had saved Diana, and yet had destroyed another life in the process.
Lady Victoria Slytherin nee Weasley POV
June 10, 1511
Slytherin Castle, England
My heart racing, I stand in my husband Damon's chamber at Slytherin Castle in England. He had summoned me for dinner, but this was unlike any dinner I had attended in the four months we'd been married.
He was still so handsome in his opulent gold and black robes. His dark eyes burned like the fires of hell as he stared at me with contempt.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded as he waved his hand towards my stomach.
I nearly gasped in shock. How had he discovered I was pregnant? I had been so careful, so terrified what he might do.
"M'lord," I replied nervously, "I-I am with child."
His face twisted in rage and he began to march towards me. I cringed, bracing myself for the anger and abuse I knew would come.
But instead, he stopped in front of me and ran a hand over my still flat belly.
"You are carrying my child?" He asked in disbelief.
Tears streamed down my face and I nodded, too terrified to speak.
His rage transformed into a gentle, almost fond smile before he kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.
"My lady, you have given me a great gift and I will never forget it."
In that moment, I knew that my worst fears had been unfounded. Our relationship would never be perfect, but I knew that Lord Damon would protect me always and that our child would be loved and cherished.
Lord Damon Slytherin POV
November 10, 1511
Victoria's screams of labor pains echoed throughout the cold dungeon of our home, Slytherin Castle, on this cold November night in 1511. Along with the midwives, Victoria and I had been up all night, waiting for the birth of our triplets.
It had been a difficult pregnancy for Victoria - she had endured hours of pain and fatigue, and yet here she was, filled with strength and perseverance, determined to push our babies into the world and claim them as hers.
I'll never forget the moment when Victoria's labor pains were at their peak. I stood by her side, offering her words of encouragement and love, as the midwives hovered and encouraged her to keep going.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, the first of our triplets, Nimue, was born into the world. The midwives and I were thrilled, for we had expected much less given the circumstances. Yet here was Cliodhna, perfect and beautiful, born into a world ready to welcome her.
Another couple of grueling hours passed by before twin boys, Galahad and Finn, were born as well. Together, the five of us - Victoria, me, and our three babies - wept in joy as we welcomed our children into the world.
Although I would not know it until years later, I knew that night that my triplets were something special. We named them Slytherin names, after our ancestral line, so that their souls may carry the spirit of their ancestors, as well as Victoria and I, with them always.
We gave them a home, and more importantly, a family, one highly unorthodox in its own right, but none the less close-knit and full of love. I may not have known it then, but I was blessed, in that moment, to share in a special moment that would shape our family's future for years to come.
Velarian Weasley POV
December 10, 1511
Lestrange Manor, England
I was finally here, standing outside Lord James Lestrange's manor; the most forbidden fruit was only a few moments away. I had been planning this for months, ever since I laid eyes on the Lord's daughter, Lady Eliza. The sight of her porcelain skin and sparkling eyes had triggered something inside of me; I had to have her.
Tonight, was the night I would make my move.
I carefully made my way around the manor, avoiding the guards and other eyes that might spot me. My heart was pounding with anticipation as I eventually made it to Lady Eliza's room. I anxiously paced around her room until I found the courage to enter.
With one deep breath, I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The moonlight cascaded through her window, creating a romantic ambience. I could barely keep still as I made my way towards Lady Eliza's bed, my heart pounding in my chest.
I slowly reached out and touched Lady Eliza's soft hair, which fanned out across the pillow. She stirred in her sleep, and I suddenly felt an adrenaline rush. I couldn't help myself now; I had to make her mine right now, in this moment.
I bent down and kissed her softly on the lips; at first, she didn't respond, but then to my surprise she opened her eyes and kissed me back with a deep passion. Our bodies intertwined and I pushed myself harder and harder, as if this was my last chance. My desperation to make her mine swelled inside of me, and soon I was racing towards a thunderous climax.
Afterwards, I kissed her forehead and smiled. I had to get going; I had our future to think about. I carefully scooped up Lady Eliza in my arms and softly placed her down the stairs, avoiding any curious eyes.
Once outside, I made my way to the meadow I had prepared earlier. I had put up an altar and had gathered a high priest to marry us right away. Under the moonlight, Lady Eliza and I were declared husband and wife.
We took off afterwards, riding towards our wedding night. I felt more alive and passionate than ever before, with my beautiful Lady Eliza beside me, her eyes sparkling with love.
I gripped her hand hard in mine and together we rode off into the night, towards the future we would make together.
Godric Potter POV
Potter Manor, England
The fire in the hearth had been blazing all night, casting a glowing light across the room. I brushed a wave of my russet brown hair from my eyes and took a step toward Hermione. She was standing in front of the fire, its light dancing across the curves of her body. I moved toward her and she welcomed me with arms wide open.
The passion that seemed to flow between us was undeniable, and it made my heart pound with a fierce intensity. We moved together as one, each touch electric and burning with a fire of its own. We explored each other's bodies until we found the bliss that we had both been searching for.
It had been a few months since I had last been able to visit my married lover, and now the moments were precious. I couldn't help but feel guilty for not telling my wife, Iolanthe, of Hermione's existence, but I also knew that if I had, I would never get to enjoy these moments with Hermione. I had to keep our secret safe between us, and so I cherished the time with Hermione even more.
Little did I know, these moments of passion were about to become much more.
The morning came too soon, and as pleasure coursed through my body, I knew I had to go. A part of me felt guilty for leaving so soon, but if my wife were to come home unexpectedly, I had to be gone. I pulled away from Hermione slowly and gave her one last kiss before I walked away.
I had unknowingly gotten Hermione pregnant during our night of passion. Little did I know, her husband Leonidas was infertile and unbeknownst to him, he had just become a father. I prayed nobody found out about our tryst, I knew it would only serve to shatter Leonidas' world and endanger Hermione's reputation. So, we made a silent pact to never speak of what had happened that night, and we were content to keep our secret buried.
I must have made a silent prayer as I walked away, because God has been kinder to me than I ever deserved. I pray now that He will continue to watch over Hermione and Leonidas, so that their secret will be kept, and their child will be safe and loved.