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Bold: parseltongue letter, newspaper article
~Flashback~
-January 30th , 1960 2:00am - One of the Wischard estates-
It was a cold winter's night. Rain and snow mixed and hit the streets, while inside a lovely country manor a young man gives birth.
"Damn it Sally how long does it take to get the brat out and take care of them", said Mrs. Bumble, the head maid of the staff at 70 years old.
Sally Maylie at 130, was the midwife in charge of the birth.
"Listen lass, a male birth a 'nit the same as female it's takes longer if we want them to survive".
The younger witch huffed. "Who says we want them too? That man tried to force a bastard into this noble family"
Before the other woman could say anything a scream of pain echoed into the room and Sally got back to work.
"Ok Theodore just keep pushing, it's almost out!"
Theodore Wischard was a stunning young man with dark blond hair and green eyes full of grace and kindness. On a normal day he could fill the room with love. He had a pleasant, protective, and comfortable aura which put everyone around him at ease. He loved his husband with all his heart so, upon hearing of a divorce- even worse that Theo was unfaithful, he was hurt deeply. Even more so then the pain of birth.
"Oh God I can't", he cried.
"Yes you can! Now push!", ordered the midwife.
With one last push the babe was born, a beautiful baby girl.
"It's a girl! 7 pounds eight ounces", said Sally.
Of course Mrs. Bumble had to put in her two cents "Ha! A porker like her ma or her pa whoever that is!"
"Her father is Frederick Wischard and her name is Cynthia Paulina Wischard.", said the young wizard defiantly, struggling to breathe as the birth took a lot out of him.
"Whatever. Sally get them ready, we have to leave before the Paddington's get here. I must say the younger son is a delight but his older brother and father are so stiff! As for that German tart, I hear she can't even get knocked up! Oh well, I will let Mr. Wischard know."
The heavyset woman walked off leaving the three in the room alone.
"My precious… I am so sorry I will not be with you… I can feel my life draining... I love you so much….I only have this I leave you with."
Theodore held up a golden watch, worn with age. It was his most prized possession as it was all that he had of his family. On the inside there was a design of a black unicorn and a white Abraxan with two red snakes at their hoofs at a river. It took years to open the watch as apparently, it was cursed never to be opened by anyone. Recently he had managed to open it. He was so excited and wanted to show it to his husband before the accusations came.
For months he tried to get his husband to listen and for months he was ignored. Poor Theodore fell into depression as the only man he ever loved betrayed him.
With his last reaming strength he turned to older witch, "Miss, do you recognize this crest?"
Sally bent down and looked. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Of course she recognized it, but she couldn't believe her eyes! She looked at the Crest and then at him and back again.
"It's the Tremayne crest. If this is yours, then you are….Oh my Morgana, Merlin and Arthur!"
"What?! No! I can't be…. But… if I die take her to my family…please I don't trust that… foul woman! I fear for my child!", pleaded Theodore. No Claudius.
"I am sorry. With the exception of you and Cynthia there are none left unfortunately. The lord of the house died eight years ago due to grief and heartbreak. But don't worry. I will ensure she has a good family."
It was then that Mrs. Bumble returned.
"Alright you leeches! Time to head out!"
Sally stood up and turned to confront the woman.
"Surly you can't expect him to be able to travel! He just gave birth! It will be a few weeks before he is fit to move again."
"We have a coach to take us and you're a healer. Grab a few potions and let's be off.", snarled Mrs. Bumble.
It was then that they heard crying. Both women turned to see the poor baby crying for her ma, who took his last breath before his soul left this world.
"Huh! Guess we don't need to worry about that now huh? Oh well… Grab the little bitch. I will inform the master the whore has died."
"Have some respect! Whether or not the rumors are true, a young man has died tonight and a little girl lost her mother who was-"
Sally stopped herself in time. She knew that if she told the other witch the truth, then the child's life would be over. Fredrick Wischard only loved money and the only reason his lust for Theodore-or rather Claudius, lasted this far was because his enchanting beauty. It was for the best if poor Cynthia was left here where she was sure to be mistreated by Mrs. Bumble who was sure to be left as her governess . Why that woman hated Claudius so much she would never know.
"Just grab her and get in. I'm off to the main house."
As she left, Sally grabbed the watch and the child and headed in the coach.
*I wonder if I am doing the right thing…If the watch is poof, then Poor Theodore was telling the truth! She is Fredrick's child and heiress to the most prestigious family in France*
Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Bumble shouted instructions at the driver and off they went.
She glanced at the fat woman who had begun to stuff her face with cake and sandwiches, not even offering her a bite-not that she was very hungry at the moment. Sally looked at the poor child and she wondered what was in store for her now.
After riding for hours, Sally finally noticed they were in Muggle London.
"What are we doing here? We have the child to take care of." Mrs. Bumble smiled wickedly, "We are dear. We are."
Before long, they reached a big depressing building named Wool's Orphanage.
"Wait! But that's!..Dolores that is a muggle orphanage!", she cried.
"Indeed. My niece says it's one best for unwanted bastards."
"But she's a witch! And your niece is barely two decades out of Hogwarts! A-a-and what of Mr. Wischard? ", said Sally hotly.
Mrs. Bumble took offense. "Who do you think told me to bring her here? And I'll have you know my niece is raising high in the Ministry hierarchy! One day she will be Madam Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge or even the Minster of Magic!"
"Hecate help us if she does", muttered Sally.
"Oh shut up and gave her here!" She snatched the child and quickly walked up to the gates.
Sally watched helplessly as the younger witch gave the muggle woman the young witchling with sad eyes.
"I'll come back for you child and give you to a good wizarding family. I promise."
~End Flashback~
-38 years later - Inside Riddle Manor-
It was the end of another meeting where the Dark Lord known as Lord Voldemort, dismissed his Death Eaters. Despite the few setbacks, over the past few weeks everything was going smoothly and within a year, Wizarding England would be his and after that, the World.
"Milord"
The dark wizard looked to one of his loyal servants um….Blast! What is his name! Pathetic fool must not be important.
"Vathek! What is you want? You were dismissed along with everyone else." said Snape coldly.
*Ah yes…the Romanov. Now he knew what was wrong. He was part of the overseas group.*
The Romanovs were a very wealthy and noble family, in fact they were often called The Victorian family because like the children of the British muggle Queen they had married into royal and noble families across the continent, tying them together and earning them the titles of both The Family of Europe and The Victorian family. They had wealth, prestige and were tilted.
"Milords I have news to share that are important!"
"Well! What is it?", snapped Voldemort.
"As you know, my nephew Rorek and my daughter Lavinia are the only blood heirs to the current title of my family. As such, I went to Rorek's father to arrange a marriage between him and the Malfoy heir, milord. "
"I see" said the Dark Lord
"Yes… Well… when I talked to my brother he told me in the strictest confidence that Rorek unbeknown to the rest of the family, was bound by a Hera Concert to be wed."
*Now that is interesting. Hera contracts are rarely used even by most purebloods.* thought Voldemort .
"Really to whom?"
"Harry Potter milord"
Now that was news. As both families were entitled and had connections to numerous purebloods in Europe, their union would bring endless advantages. Not to mention that he could have a spy in the camps of Longbottom and Potter. He could kill Potter and then have Draco marry his widower.
"Does your nephew know of this?"
"No milord. He, like the rest of the family, is ignorant of this. though not for long. Now that Potter has three lordships, Rorek's mother Natalia is making plans this very minute to make it known to Augusta", said Vathek.
"And the contract is valid? Nothing can get in the way?" said Bella with anticipation. She was eager to get that pureblood bastard and his family back for the humiliation she endured.
"Nothing short of death, not even madness could break the contract. Within a few months, my nephew will be Duchess Potter-Black, Lady of Yorkshire", said Vathek.
Lord Volmert thought about this. "Here are my orders" he barked as he pointed to Vathek. "Once Rorek is married and also made Lord of the Romanovs, I want you to watch them and I want to know the moment the boy is pregnant. When he is ripe with an offspring, then we will kill Potter."
"Milord how do you know it won't be Potter who will carry the child?"
"His body is still recovering from his time in Azkaban. It would be years before he could carry a child with safety. A skilled Healer would terminate the pregnancy just for the safety of the mother, in fact it's know that women and men who can carry a child, are often left Barren for years because of the conditions of Azkaban.", said Snape with a quick glance to Bellatrix. She was one of the unfortunate women to never carry an heir.
"I see. Very well… Vathek, will your nephew be on board with this? Your family has never truly seemed in line with our views,"
The Romanovs had always been somewhat of a neutral family, only getting involved when needed. In the unlikely occasion that they did help, those they supported gained victory. With them on his side the Dark Lord was sure to win! With this marriage he would get Potter on his side either way, not to mention the Tremayne fortune. Yes…..everything was playing into his hands.
-Dumbledore Villa -
Things seemed to be looking up for Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. He had been to the Ministry of Magic and he had spoken to a few old comrades about his concerns about Potter. A few of them where more than wary about it (they didn't wish to anger a Tremayne heir) but he had convinced others and very soon there would be a compliance hearing. As soon as he was found mad he would be his again!
*I must get that boy back and soon! With many Dark, Light and Neutral families now looking in his direction, he could turn the tide of war. If he goes to that bastard Tom, then the war is lost! But of course he wouldn't! Tom made even more mistakes then I did but that charm of his is strong and Harry at his level of anger and irrationally would see it as gospel! No, he must come back. Perhaps Hogwarts is out of the question. He needs to be isolated and kept from others except the Weasleys. Even then of course, that family has started to outlive its usefulness! And that mudblood! God she was annoying! Hmm… perhaps I should make Hogwarts off limits to Muggleborns. Well maybe after the war, I might. As for Ganger and that lot…well their days are numbered! I'll have to remind certain circles of certain deeds Arthur and Molly have done and make sure they and Granger of course never show their faces in London again*
Just then an elf appeared
"Master, Master Madame Yewbeam is here". At that moment Albus' happy moment burst.
"Damn. What does she want?"
Of course, that was a rhetorical question. After everything that had happened the main question was, why she hadn't come sooner. Albus followed the elf into the sitting room where his younger sister was waiting.
At 114, Maleficent Yewbeam was a beautiful and elegant woman with red hair and blue eyes. Always dressed in the latest fashions, Maleficent Yewbeam was to the Wizard World what Princess Dianna was to the Muggles. But under closer inspection she was really more like Margaret Thatcher.
Maleficent was the incarnation of pure evil, responsible for all misfortune to those she came across. She was ruthless and devious, and would do whatever it took to achieve her evil goals. On top of her deviousness, she wore a very misleading and convincing mask. But, underneath the mask of stoicism, Maleficent unleashed the full brunt of her wrath with a smile. A sign that she relished in the pain of others. She was a very refined and collected person who never lost her calm, even when furious. She spoke with great courtesy to everyone, while concealing her true feelings of contempt.
"Ah Brother dear! How lovely to see you…or I would be…", said Maleficent
"Maleficent what brings you here?"
The younger witch glared. "Albus you know damn well what I am doing here. I go away for a nice vacation and what do I find? What did I ask you? My own Brother the blood enemy of four important families, and Potter! God! How could you mess that up! Wait don't answer that. What you did, was left him with those damn muggles even after I warned you about them!"
"Now see here, it was necessary at the time t-"
"Shut it, you candy sucking old fool! If mother was alive she would be horrified at what you have done! The Tremayne heir has you in his sights and I would like to know what the hell you plan to do before we are ruined", said Lady Yewbeam.
"I have talked to a few friends in the Ministry and explained that seeing the rash behavior of the boy, it's clear he's not in his right mind", said Dumbledore.
"More like he's never been in his right mind but the plan does have merit… I suppose…. But say you do get Potter, what then? I dare say Hogwarts is out of the question no he needs to be kept in a controlled environment " Lady Yewbeam watched as her brother nodded.
"Yes and with Voldemort still on the loose, the safest place is with me"
"Speaking of that snake, how is my dear, dear nephew hmm?"
Albus stopped dead cold in his tracks. *Of course she would remember that little detail.. *
"Mal?"
"Oh come now! Did you really think I forgot? After all, I helped you with that miserable little wretch! What was the bitch's name? Ah yes! Merope Gaunt or rather Merope Riddle I must say. She was a pathetic little thing…Wonder what our mother would say if she knew about Merope or little Tom?"
Albus shuddered. Kendra Dumbledore was a very proud, very domineering and terrifying woman. She was incredibly talented in the Dark Arts, having immersed herself into the magic aimed largely at bringing pain and death to others. She had her sons and daughter watch as she cursed and jinxed any Muggle or animal that strayed too near their cottage, showing her proficiency at malicious spell-casting. If she was alive to this day, he would be dead while his sister danced on his grave.
"That wasn't my fault. I was weak! The bitch came on to me!"
Maleficent shrugged. "Say what you will brother, your mistake is causing trouble and let's count ourselves lucky no else knows because not even your oh so many titles could save you!",
She threatened.
It was clear that Maleficent had no qualms about killing anyone who dared get in her way to power and riches.
-Meanwhile Weasley Household-
Ginevra Molly "Ginny" Weasley stared at herself in the mirror. Her complexion had healed very nicely. She was indeed lovely. Despite having no creature heritage, she was an extremely beautiful girl with bright red hair which she wore in a long mane. She was of petite stature and had bright brown eyes like her mother. She loved wearing makeup and jewelry, especially on special occasions. One day Harry James Potter would propose to her and she would be rich and a lady! Finally what Albus Dumbledore promised her family, would come true!
Years ago, Albus told Molly that if her family made Harry one of them, Harry would marry Ginny and they would be getting a lot of money. Well, they got the money and she was sure he would forgive them soon and then she would be known as Lady Ginevra Potter. Ginny seemed too young to be married , even though she was almost sixteen and would be returning to Hogwarts soon. But then again, a Lady wouldn't need an education. She would be a housewitch, a very rich spoiled housewitch!
"Ginny! There you are! Oh my, what a beauty you are love! Soon you'll be married! Oh merlin first Ron and Hermione, soon you and Harry and you'll be a lady! You know, I had a chance to be the wife of an aristocratic wizard once… Then I met your father and made the mistake and had Bill and I have been poor ever since!",
Molly said the bitterly. She hated her life and most of her children. When she was in school, she saw her chance with a young pureblood heir of a very rich family. Of course he needed a little prodding using a love potion she brewed. She slipped him a drink and kept a bit for herself. Too bad he gave the drink to his friend Arthur Weasley and well… There was a reason they married young.
"However, that will change because one day, the Weasley name will gain a title at long last and I will be on my way to riches"
Ginny smiled. Everything was going according to plan. Soon, very soon she would be Lady Ginevra Potter one of the richest witches in the wizard world!
Or so she thought.
-Honeysuckle Manor Paris, France - a few weeks after Harry Potter was released -
Rorek Romanov was bored. His mother, Lady Romanov was once again playing hostess to some of the many of Paris's upper class.
"Rorek is very talented in both Charms and Transfiguration. He has advanced to human Transfiguration and has turned several of his classmates into animals", boasted his mother.
Rorek rolled his eyes. His mother neglected to mention he was provoked into a fight. In truth he meant to use several curses that would do more then give them fur and paws.
"I simply can't wait for his coming of age party, Natalia", said Inez Wilkes. The Wilkes were a rich but untiled family,
"Yes Natalia, with his beauty and talent he will find a wonderful husband very soon", said Lady Branko. The Brankos were a pureblood tilted family that had made bad investments and wilted the family money down to nothing. Lady Branko sought to make her son Rorek's husband and gain his considerable fortune.
"Yes, my son has had plenty of offers so far. What has it been…thirty-nine this week?"
"Fifty-two mother", said Rorek. "But of course, I seek a long engagement before marriage, as is proper."
*Someone who is in Prison because of bad connections…Ohh if I only get my hands on those weasels! I warned Longbottom of them when I went to Hogwarts for fifth Year*
It was then, that a house elf appeared with the newspaper.
"Ah the post." Rorek took the paper. Anything to get rid of the boredom!
"I didn't know Harry Potter was freed from prison.", he said.
"That's lovely dear… wait, what?", said Lady Romanov.
"Oh yes. It's been quite the scandal. Of course you were in America. You couldn't have known!" said Cassandra, one of Rorek's friends. The rest of the group nodded.
"Tremayne! But his mother is a muggle-born" said Rorek.
"Turns out she is the legitimate daughter of Fredrick Wischard. I guess that also makes her Ashleigh's sister huh", said Cassandra.
"Oh my god! I wish I could see the look on her face! I bet she is pleased with herself."
"I guess you haven't heard about that either."
Once he heard about what had happened the other teen roared with laughter "God! Now I want to see her face! Not only did she and the family get snubbed they got snubbed very publicly! Guess Lord Potter-Black doesn't think too well of them."
Now Lady Romanov was getting irritated.
"Enough! I am sorry ladies, I am afraid you will all have to leave. I have some urgent business to attend to."
Once the guests had left, Lady Romanov paced back and forth.
*Well doesn't this make things interesting! Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived is also the Boy who is Lord of three Houses …three very important and very illustrious houses! I knew I hit the jackpot when that Bastard disregarded my sister in favor of his mudblood….Well I guess she's not one but still. Now my little Rorek will be consort of the three houses!*
"Mother what are you thinking?"
"How fortune has changed. I knew the boy was worth money, but never did I dream of this! I knew there was something about that girl, she was too good to be a muggle! Ha! Pureblood and the Tremayne Heiress to boot."
"So what now?"
"Leave that to mother, dear", said Lady Romanov as she got out a quill and begun to write.
"Mother?"
"Yes dear"
"Why didn't Cousin Katharine tell us about this? Surly she would know. After all her in-laws are the Wischards.", said Rorek.
Natalia laughed. "Darling, if she and that husband of hers had any sense, they would stay away from this and not tell anyone so it's not surprising"
"Good point."
"Well doesn't this beat all mother, my intended is lord of three houses and a Tremayne to boot. I almost don't believe it! I knew there was a reason I didn't care for that family! Besides that clingy son and that whore of a daughter! Ugh!"
It was an open secret that he disliked the Wischards. He abhorred Roland, absolutely hated Ashleigh and disliked Holden who was head over heels in love with him, to the point of obsession.
Rorek glazed at his reflection in the mirror. His face was like a Greek statue-pale, beautiful, and ageless. Rorek was perfection in all forms. The type that people in Greece and Ancient Rome wrote poems about.
He was very graceful and delicate, with an aura of sophistication. He was clearly intelligent, and this usually manifests itself through his artistic and musical abilities. Born in the world of wealth and used to the finer things in life, Rorek was reserved, polite, and elegant. He was a gentleman through and through, exuding a quiet maturity, beauty, and grace far beyond his age of nearly seventeen years. He had the appearance and behavior of a worldly and experienced adult.
He also seemed to have a greater clarity and sharper focus than most people.
He was tall, slender/muscular, with flawless skin that according to fashion magazines mirrored pale porcelain. It was unblemished, smooth and silky to the touch. He possessed hair that was long, platinum and silky smooth and had an almost forbidden touch. His lashes were long and his lovely eyes were almond shaped. They were a startling shade of brilliant blue like diamonds. His nose was straighter than a line drawn with a ruler and his cheekbones were sharp. His lips were full, sensual and pinker than cherry blossoms floating in a pool of warm blood.
Needless to say he was a breathtakingly beautiful male, and caught a good deal of attention from others. With an air of grace that made him seem like he was gliding when he walked, he seemed to emanate a faint, silvery glow as he passed. His voice was airy, richer than dark chocolate, and creamier than the yummiest of cream.
It was obvious to all, his beauty dimmed everyone else's and by comparison it was so powerful, that if someone ever looked at him, they either hated him instantly or fell in love with him. People couldn't help but stare at him. Some couldn't stop drooling over his curvaceous, yet still somehow perfect form; or the way his sense of artistic fashion brought out the best in his curves and skin-tone. Then, there were others-the ones he knew secretly hated him, who wanted to insult and slander him, and would even kill him given the chance. That was the price of his beauty but he was different. He was elegant and fashionable without trying, stunning without the use of magic. He could appear however the person imagined him, never staying the same. He could change his hair and eye color, and overall physical appearance. Words where hard to describe him but exceptional, mesmerizing and unforgettable where a good place to start. Not to mention he could send a whore flying through a wall if he chose.
"My son, we have much work to do."
"Work?"
"Yes child. Potter may have no choice but to marry you but if he believes you love him and care for him, it will be easier to manipulate him, especially if we want male heirs.", said Natalia.
"I suppose that's true… But I can't keep up this ruse forever!", said Rorek.
His mother scoffed "Once you bear his children and cement your place as Consort of three houses, then you will show your true colors and have affairs if you want. Remember! Marriage is a partnership, a little tit for tat."
Lady Romanov always told him this and it was how he grew up. Of course being pureblood and noble he had grown up knowing better than to expect marrying for love. But at the least, he had hoped for a man who was young. And who could fit into a suit without needing alterations. And whose member he didn't have to find with torchlight and a search party.
He knew of Potter's nature and how he was betrayed, of course he was appropriate as far as pureblood standards went, and he could take advantage of the situation very easily. Potter wasn't trained in the arts of nobility and lordship. As he was, he could easily control the man using his natural gifts.
Gender roles in the wizard world differ significantly than in the Muggle world. Wife was not a term used to describe a married woman, but the submissive party, male or female, in marriage. Almost all rich pureblood marriages were arranged and the wife was little more than the husband's property. They were his (her) sex toy, his decoration, his accessory if need be. Rorek had seen many friends and allies beaten and raped just because their husbands decided they could.
Rorek himself was determined not to let that happen to him. He knew there was much to gain from this marriage, both for himself and his family. There were but a few things in the way but they would have to be taken care of first.
*I must plan accordingly. One wrong move could unravel everything.*
"I will retire now. I must plan the next course mother." With that he walked to his room lost in thought.
Lady Romanov went to her study and begun to write her letter.
"Dear Lady Longbottom…"
-At the Longbottom Château-
Augusta Longbottom paced back and forth in her study with Lord and Lady Delacour, Collette, her lawyer Florian Deffold and the Delacour's lawyer Madame Amelia LeBeau.
"By all Magic, there must be a way to break it!", said Augusta.
Madame Amelia came from a rich but untitled pureblood family. Her parents made sure she had the best education a witch from money could buy and she studied hard in all areas of magical contracts. Although she had never come across a Hera Contract before, she knew hundreds had tired but none could break them. If the contract was broken the guilty party would die-like in an Unbreakable Vow and the other would inherit as the widow or widower.
"Milady, I am sorry but no. Harry has no other choice but to marry Rorek Romanov for at least 160 years.", said Amelia.
"So there's nothing we can do? There must be something we can do!", said Collette. She for one, was willing to fight. As long as she had breath in her body, she wouldn't let her great-great nephew suffered more than he already had.
"No. It's ironclad. Not even Lord or Lady Potter could break it if there were alive."
"Who is this Rorek Romanov? Surly he wasn't one of the Romanovs?", said Lady Longbottom.
"Indeed he is. His mother is Lady Natalia Romanov and his father is Nicholas. After his uncle and father, Rorek is third in line to inherit. They are a wealthy and extremely connected family", said Madame Amelia.
"Perhaps this won't be so bad.", said Apolline. They all looked at her.
"I am just saying, Harry could do far worse for a husband. Everything I have heard of Rorek is all good. He has been bought up well and is very connected."
"He's been through so much! I just can't believe James and Lilly did this!"
At this Florian Deffold spoke up.
"Lady Longbottom, there were some rumors after James and Lilly died. Most of them were nonsense but one did stand out. It was that Lady Romanov-whose birth name was Zabini, arranged this so James and Lilly could marry as he was to marry one of her sisters."
The others gathered around listening
"Lady Romanov, who would do anything for her son, made sure Harry had no choice but to accept. There are also the rumors to consider."
"What Rumors?", asked Lady Longbottom.
"Lady Romanov has been married three times before the current one. Every one of her husbands died mysteriously and left her immense fortunes. Her current husband is the only one in line for a title."
"My Hecate! She killed them?", asked Augusta.
"No one knows for sure Madame. She married her first husband at 17 and he died of Dragon Pox a year later. Husband number two was a known Seeker for Ireland when his broomstick was hexed and he died on impact. Finally, number three was a famous potioneer who was fatally poisoned when one of his assistants forgot to add lacewings to counteract the Oleander's affects when they were making a medical treatment for his heart problems."
"Merlin! What next?", said Colette.
"And there is nothing any of us can do?", asked Florian although he knew the answer.
"No, nothing. We can delay the marriage if we want, but that is it. Although I wouldn't recommend that.", said Amelia LeBeau.
"Why?", asked Augusta.
"Personally, I think that if they got married now, they could get it over with sooner."
"And less chance for poor Harry to meet the witch/wizard of his dreams and fall in love.", added Colette sadly. Things were not going well for her brother's descendant.
Lady Longbottom sighed. "However will I tell Harry?"
-At the same time-
Harry along with Neville, Luna, Fleur, her sister Gabrielle and the Quints: Michel, Rene, Yves, Laurent and Marcel, where at a local hangout for young wizards and witches.
"Not too bad, eh Harry?", said Neville over the loud music.
"Yeah. Though this is my first time at a club!", said Harry.
"Don't worry dear cousin! Now that we found you, we will show you the world!", said Yves.
"Over my dead body", exclaimed Fleur.
"Oh! You wound us Fleur! We are fun, aren't we boys?" ,said Rene.
"Yeah!", chorused his brothers.
Fleur gave an unladylike snort. "Yes you are fun! So much fun, that last year you were nearly arrested for public indecency!"
The brothers all turned a shade of red while everyone else laughed.
Harry couldn't help but think of the Weasleys. He didn't miss them, but he realized he never cared for them. Despite what he said before, deep down he knew they were phony. He just wouldn't admit that the only ones who ever really cared for him -or at least pretended to, really didn't.
Luna looked over at him and said: "Cheer up Harry! That life is well behind you now."
Before he could reply, the crowd started to go wild and young men and women rushed to the stage.
"What's going on?", asked Fleur as a waiter passed by.
"Oh! It gets like this every time Rorek performs"
"Who?"
The light dimed and the stage was set. Music started to play.
Rorek came on stage singing. His outfit consisted of long red opera gloves, red leather pants that disappeared seamlessly into knee high platform boots, a red belt , a choker, a Red leather top -like bodice that left his muscular midriff exposed and a long red cape that emerged from the chest and his exposed shoulders.
(A/N if you ever seen Jessica Rabbit - Why don't you do right it went like this.)
You had plenty of money in 1822.
You let other witches make a fool of you. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do?
Get out of here,
Get me some money too,
You're sittin down and wonderin' what it's all about,
If you ain't got no money, they will put you out,
Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do?
Get out of here,
Get me some money too
Now if you had prepared 200 years ago,
You wouldn't be a wanderin' now from door to door,
Why don't you do right?
Like some other wizards do?
Get out of here,
Get me some money too
Get out of here,
Get me some money too
Why don't you do right?
Like some other wizards doooooooooooooooooo?
As he finished singing, the crowd went wild- Harry included, much to the amusement of the others.
"I take it you like the entertainment?", asked Yves with mischief in his eyes while the others laughed.
He ignored them. All he could do was stare at the vision before him. It was as if Aphrodite herself blessed this creature with her beauty. The more he stared the more funny he felt. It was like… gravity moved… suddenly. It wasn't the earth holding him there anymore, Rorek was … Harry had a sudden desire to be whatever the other wanted him to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. All that mattered was Rorek. Not even his life was worth living. He had to meet him, see, speak to him! Anything!
Fleur was watching Harry as he watched Rorek with raised eyebrows. Could he be…Harry James Potter-Black was in love!
"Uh-oh"
On stage Rorek smiled as his audience clapped and cheered. It wasn't often he could come to New Olympus and do this. His family owned the club and he used it to practice his… uh… talents on the crowds, bringing in more money and perfecting his craft as well. Now he watched as Potter gave him all the adoration a wizard could get. Oh yes! He would rope Potter in and become Rorek Potter-Black, Duchess of York! Plus he was very handsome. Yes he would do very nicely…
Only if Rorek knew what fate had in store for him and Harry, he might not have been so eager to get his hands on him.
Oh my god I am finally done! Ok a few notes I want to make…
Hera Contracts-Named after the goddess of Marriage such contracts are rare and binding. They bind two people until they fulfill the requirements of said contracts as a way to make sure one party doesn't chicken out or elope with someone else. If one member fails the agreement, they die and the other party inherits the money or wealth as the widow or widower. They fell out of practice after a lot of people were murdered in order to inherit the money and marry someone else.
Merope and Albus -When Merope was a student and a Slytherin in Hogwarts, she fell in love with Dumbledore who had seduced her with promises of love and marriage. When she fell pregnant, both Albus and Maleficent cast powerful spells to make her think she fell in love with Tom Riddle the handsome rich muggle and that she never went to Hogwarts. They bewitched Tom Riddle Senior into thinking he loved Merope and that it was his child she was carrying. Of course it wore off and she died never knowing the truth. Albus knew that Tom was his child that was the real reason he kept an eye on him. To see if he could use him.
Muggle Queen- Queen Victoria (Alexandrina Victoria; 24 May 1819 – 22 January 1901) ruled England from 20 June 1837 until her death after Victoria married her first cousin, Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, in 1840. Their nine children married into royal and noble families across the continent, tying them together and earning her the sobriquet "the grandmother of Europe". Like her the Romanovs have married in powerful Haute Mode families for generations gaining wealth, power and connections. Many important wizards from around the world-past and present are related through blood and marriage to them. from Wikipedia
Duke-The Potter and Tremayne lines come with the tile of Duke or duchess. Harry knows this, but hasn't any real need to use the title outside important functions.
Weasleys- They are a messed up bunch huh! Guess Molly isn't as loving as she pretends to be….
Theodore and Lilly- Well, I admit I took part of this from Oliver Twist, but it suited well. Huh at least we know what happened to poor Lilly. Don't worry Old Sally and Mrs. Bumble will return soon!
Till next time…..