Harry Potter and the Stewards.
Prologue
It was a Tuesday morning and the clouds cast a grey shadow as if the weather was aware of the tragedy that had struck the wizarding world. Two young adults, one female and one male, stood in the great hall of Steward manor, the family home of the Steward Family, Descendants of the Sayres, the Gaunts and Salazar Slytherin. The woman was beautiful with long flowing brunette hair and large grey eyes that complemented her pronounced cheekbones and plump lips. She appeared to be several months pregnant. The man was tall and muscular, square jawed with an intense gaze and smooth dark skin that made him look young and attractive.
The Stewards couple, Hilda and Samson, had joined the American Ministry of magic right after graduating from Livermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school that had been founded by one of Hilda's ancestors. The two got married and became Aurors, they were so good that they became renowned and even received medals of honour from the ministry for their services. They decided to return to Britain as Hilda had inherited the family fortune, which was substantial, as she was the last remaining descendant of the Sayres alive.
They had made a few friends when they joined the ministry of magic auror office. Amelia Bones and Hilda Steward had become the best of friends in a short time and was named godmother to the Stewards new born son Alex. Other notable friends were the Potters and the Longbottoms. Hilda, Lily and Alice would occasionally get together and let the boys play together whilst they enjoyed their chats away from work and the worries of the ongoing war.
Which is why it came as a shock when an owl had delivered that day's paper and a letter from Amelia, the couple Looked at each other in disbelief as they could not believe the news that had just received.
"The Potters are dead?" Asked Hilda Steward, disbelief and Sorrow heavy in her voice. "From what the daily Prophet and the letter from Amelia Bones, it would seem so. She says that the dark lord attacked and them in their home, proceeded to kill them but by some unknown miracle failed to kill their son Harry" Answered Samson Steward to his wife. "The entire wizarding community is celebrating the defeat of Voldemort and calling Harry Potter their saviour, Dumbledore, Bless his soul, has made arrangements for the boy to stay with his muggle Relatives till he is of age."
Hilda looked into the flames smouldering in the fireplace, deep in thought, "Neither Dumbledore in his interview nor Amelia in her letter mentioned anything about Voldemort actually being dead." Her husband paused and contemplated her words before answering, "His body could have perished when the house exploded, but that theory holds no credence as Lily and James' bodies were unscathed, meaning-", "-there is a possibility that Voldemort is still alive and will return again someday." Finished Hilda.
As they continued their discussion a toddler crawled into the room following the family cat. Alexander was the first born of the Stewards. He had already started showing signs of accidental wandless magic, on one occasion the house elf, Tink had taken too long preparing his milk bottle and in a tantrum fit, Alexander had wandlessly summoned the bottle to his hand this had his parents jumping for joy whilst also scaring poor Tink.
The Stewards watched their son for a moment before Samson continued to speak, "We have to train our son, he shows excellent promise and he has to be able to defend himself when the time comes, we will train him how we were trained to fight when Grindelwald and his followers terrorised the wizarding world. We never got a chance to actually face Grindelwald but killed many of his followers that terrorised America. I hope our son never has need of that training" He finished. "Better to have that training and not need it than to not have it and need it dear husband. "Stated Hilda with a smirk on her face. Samson walked over to Alexander and picked him up before walking back to his wife, "By the time you go to Hogwarts you are going to be a force to be reckoned with." the baby cooed in response pulling his father's ear.
Hilda looked at her husband and son playing, in her mind she thought of ways to give their child a fighting chance against the coming storm. 'We could teach him combat spells from the family grimoires,' she thought to herself, 'to give him better chance of survival. 'The basement in the manor already had wards strong enough to prevent detecting the underage use of magic and was the perfect size for duelling sessions so combat training was not going to be an issue. She smiled as she walked up to her husband and son, kissing them both and embracing them, her mind made up on how she would safeguard her family.