Chapter Text
And there are those who are born blessed by Lady Magic, their perfect match, the mirror of their own eyes. Magic giving them a soulmate to hold in the dark. These chosen few will have strengths beyond normal witches and wizards, as they are chosen by Lady Magic to be her champions in dark times.
Compendium of Magical Blessings p238
Book 1:
Chapters 2-8
Book 2:
Chapters 9-18
Book 3:
Chapters 19-43
Book 4:
Chapters 44-
November 3rd, 1979
Sirius Black
12 Grimmauld Place
Sirius sat in the living room, the house chilly despite the roaring fire. Despite the chill he wore and open sleeved white shirt, the tattoos on his chest thrown into relief by the light of the fire. Empty bottles littered the floor around him, another almost empty Fire Whiskey clutched in his numb hand as he stared into the fire blindly.
Fucking Reggie.
Fucking idiot.
Fucking dead idiot.
He tilted the bottle back, drinking another large swallow, remembering him as a small annoying kid always trailing after him. His eyes burned with tears he refused to shed.
Reggie at fourteen with his solemn face, staring at him as Sirius packed his things at sixteen and went to live with his best friend James Potter’s family.
“Mother and Father will be very sad Siri.” Sirius ignoring the underlying meaning. Regulus would be sad.
“Mother can't wait to burn my face off the wall and I doubt Father will even notice- and you’ll be fine. You’re the better son anyway since you go along with all their shite.” He pulled the duffle bag up on his arm, stopping briefly by Reggie, silent for a moment not knowing what else to say. Saying nothing in the end and walking out.
Sirius flung the bottle into the fire and it flared. “You fucking soft idiot! Why couldn’t you say no! WHY!”
He screamed into the fire like a madman unable to deal with his grief, rage taking its place. He wanted to rip this entire house apart. His dear mother had left for parts unknown, not saying a word. First his father had died- likely at the hand of Voldemort - and now his brother had died also because of their belief in Voldemort’s cause. Toujours Pur.
Bellatrix was batshit crazy and Narcissa was just as deeply involved as her husband. The noble and most ancient house of Black. Yeah right.
“Kreacher!” The house elf hobbled out. The house elf’s eyes were bloodshot and when it walked it was hunched and dragged its right leg a bit as if it didn’t work right. “Tell me where he is, Kreacher. Let me bury him.”
Sirius snatched the house elf up and shook him. “Tell me where he fucking is- I know you know!”
The house elf’s eyes rolled back as he was shaken,” Kreacher would tell the master if he could. Master who was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother’s heart-”
Sirius flung him across the room, Kreacher hit the wall and slid down to the floor with a thump. “Get me another bottle.”
In two snaps, Kreacher disappeared from the room and another bottle of fire whiskey appeared before him.
Sirius pulled off the top the rings he wore clicking against the glass, taking another swallow- his stomach burning. “Toujours Pur, you fucking bastards.”
He felt the ripple of the wards, someone had approached the entrance to Grimmauld. Maybe it was death eaters come to finish the Black line off. Let’s roll, then arseholes. He grabbed his wand, the other clutching the neck of the bottle.
“Happy Birthday to me.” He hummed under his breath as he stumbled drunkenly to the door to let them inside, fun fun fun.
He flung the door and the wards open, stumbling back and falling on his ass. He raised the bottle to the tall shadowy figure in the doorway. “Happy Birthday!”
“Fucking hell, Sirius. I told James we shouldn’t have let you leave.” Remus Lupin walked in and Sirius stared at Remus blurrily from the floor, trying to find his amber eyes.
“It’s my birthday, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” Remus rolled his eyes and helped him back up, kicking the door shut behind him.
Remus threw an arm around his waist, helping back to the couch. “Then I’ll just keep you company, while you do whatever the fuck you want.”
They landed hard on the couch, with Sirius barely able to support his weight. They sat there in silence for a moment, before Sirius whispered so soft Remus almost didn’t hear it. “I should have saved my brother, Moony.”
Remus said nothing, hugging him tightly, his hand stroking his friends back, trying to comfort him. Sirius said nothing further, the silence stretching between them, Sirius staring into the fire while his friend was wrapped around him, stroking his back.
July 31st, 1980
Lily Potter lay back panting softly, happiness surging through her as she heard the first cry of her baby. Her husband James Potter stood at the end of the bed with the healer as they cleaned the baby and brought him to her.
Harry James Potter. Their son.
Tears dripped unashamedly down James’s face as he handed his son to his wife, Harry’s face was scrunched up and red as he cried, upset at the new experiences.
Lily held him close, kissing the top of his head. “Shh my little love, mummy’s here.”
Harry made a disgruntled face that both Lily and James laughed at softly before slowly opening his eyes. His right eye was a bright green, while his left was a whiskey brown, and both parents gasped at the contrast.
The healer approached to check on the baby and James stepped in front, cutting off her access to mother and son. “Healer Margery, I believe my family would prefer to handle the rest privately.”
“Oh, but Mr. Potter it’s standard for us-“
“No, that will be all. I will send my owl to St Mungo’s to settle our accounts.”
The healer gave him a curious look at the way his demeanor had flipped but said nothing, nodding and making her way out of the room they had set up for a home birth. When the door closed behind her James breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face his little family again.
His worried gaze met his wife’s. “Such a blessing.... It’s not one I would want for him. What will magic demand of him for it?”
Lily’s eyes hardened in determination. “It has to be Voldemort, he is a threat to all magic. We have to win this war, James.”
“We will. It’s not safe for many to know about this, especially considering our work for the Order.”
“You think we should keep it a secret? Glamour him?”
“We already talked to Sirius about being his godfather, he can know, just in case. We could have the glamour bound to the condition of Voldemort’s death?”
“That’s beyond my skill with charms.”
“Filius could- he would agree to a memory suppression after I’m sure- he would understand the enormity of this.”
Harry gave a happy gurgle in his mother’s arms, trying to get his parents' attention back. Instantly James and Lily’s eyes went back to their son.
Lily stroked his cheek softly, marveling at how beautiful he looked with his brown and green eyes. “No one will threaten you as long as I live, my little one.”
“That’s a promise, Harry.” James murmured as he leaned forward to kiss his infant son’s forehead.
October 31st 1981
A loud boom sounded as Sirius apparated to Godric’s Hollow, stumbling slightly in his haste as he ran towards the open front door.
No. Please.
A strangled sob came as he stepped foot into the doorway and saw James laying on the floor. His friend’s eyes were open and staring at the ceiling, his face seemed to be frozen in horror. Sirius flinched back banging into the wall, a picture falling with a crash, glass tinkling across the floor.
Mr. Prongs would like Mr. Padfoot to get his shit together.
Sirius’s hands were trembling and he clenched his hand around his wand. Move, move, he told himself. His foot felt like it was weighed down with concrete as he tried to make himself move closer. Impossible, it was impossible to say, impossible to think, he would be walking past his best friend’s body.
Another shaky step closer. Don’t think about how close James is, how still he is on the floor. Don’t think about how James looked like in first year. At twelve, mischievous as they got into trouble together. At eighteen. At his wedding, looking down at Lily as he bent to kiss her, both of them so happy it almost hurt to look at them. As James smiled with such love at Harry as he introduced Sirius to his son.
We want you to be his godfather, Sirius.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Find Lily. Magic have mercy, find Harry.
A cry rang out through the house. Harry.
Sirius closed his eyes and made himself walk past James’s body, running up the stairs. The crying was coming from Harry’s room.
When he entered, he didn’t know how he stopped himself from screaming. Lily lay close to the crib, dead like James, but her eyes were closed, she almost look like she was sleeping. Her still chest and pallor betraying the fact that she was dead. Fifteen-month Harry was desperately trying to reach through the bars of the crib for mother.
“Mamamamama!” Harry’s babbles were hysterical as Lily remained unresponsive. Sirius felt like his chest had been crushed and tears streamed down his face.
Just in case something happens to us-we trust you to protect our son, Sirius, that's why we're making you his godfather.
“Oh my boy…” He rushed to Harry’s crib and lifted him up, cradling him away from the sight of his mother’s body. Sirius saw the curse marking on his godson’s forehead, snaking above his right eye like a streak of lightning, the very tail end of the mark bisecting his eyebrow.
As he held Harry close trying to comfort him, he heard the loud successive cracks outside indicating that others had apparated in. Dumbledore had cast the Fidelius charm, Pettigrew had been the Secret Keeper, Remus had known everything about the plan. Who had told? Who had betrayed them?
He remembered the fear and determination on James and Lily’s faces as they asked him to be Harry’s godfather, to make sure their son was safe just in case.
Just in fucking case.
He would keep Harry safe- he would teach Harry everything he needed to know. Harry would be safe, no matter what he had to do to make it so.
11/17/1981
Daily Prophet
B Smudgely
Minister Millicent Bagnold has declared victory over he who must not be named, as rumors abound of a special team of hit wizards serving justice upon the Dark Wizard.
“I cannot reveal the details, but I will assure the public, the menace has been dealt with and is no longer a threat to any witch or wizard.”
This reporter has also been informed through highly sensitive sources that secret trials are ongoing for allies of he who must not be named….
Sirius threw the paper to the side, so angry he set it on fire right on top of his table, scorching the nearby toast. Harry giggled from his high chair, looking at the fire with his two green eyes. The spell that was intended to protect him while his parents fought against Voldemort now served as a warning to Sirius.
The dark lord was out there. A threat to Harry.
Harry occasionally rubbed at the curse marks on his forehead but for the most part seemed unbothered by it. Sirius knew he would have to go abroad to find a healer he trusted to evaluate Harry.
Sirius glanced at the large stack of mail on his sideboard against the wall, even though his and Harry’s location was secret the magic of the owl mail system meant that letters still found them. There were letters from nearly every one he knew along with many he didn’t.
His eyes lingered on the letters from Pettigrew and Lupin, before glancing back at Harry. Sirius reached over to push a cheerio closer to his godson's chubby hands.
“We trust no one my boy, that’s how we will survive and win.”
He had lost Regulus, James and Lily- and each loss felt like a dagger. Failures. He would not lose Harry. No matter what he had to do.
September 1983
Magis Ziekenhuis, Netherlands
“Mr. Smythe, you have to understand – I would not have agreed to your confidentiality contract had I examined the child first. Whoever did this to the child needs to be punished to the fullest extent of the law. The law enforcement here takes these matters very seriously.” The medical curse specialist gave a reassuring smile the the toddler in Sirius's arms. Harry was a very cute well behaved baby, except when he called in snakes from the garden to play with.
“He will be punished. But today, what I need from you, what my son needs from you. Is a cure, a fix, a finite .” Harry gurgled as if in agreement.
Fanny Crick gave the wizard and his child in front of her a compassionate glance, he truly did seem desperate to help his son.
“From the diagnostics I have run there is a foreign entity that is burrowing into your son’s soul and in fact is already quite merged. Ripping away the curse- especially considering your son’s age would result in his death. He needs to be older and stronger before we attempt something like that.”
“So, he just has to live with that parasite inside him?” The wizards’ black eyes gleamed with rage, the words practically spitting out of his mouth, Harry's little bobble head swung around trying to eye him to see what had made him angry.
“There are two cleansing rituals that would help in your sons’ case- one removes the foreign entity and the other empowers your son to absorb the entity. Both are risky. With one you risk his death if his soul is too damaged to survive the separation and with the other … Well, you risk him as you know him- he would absorb the magic, and some aspects of the personality. If his own soul is not powerful enough it may be corrupted by it.”
Mr. Smythe slammed his fist onto the desk between them and Harry started crying at the loud noise. “Lose his life or lose his self? I thought you were a fucking expert at curse removal.”
She met his dark gaze confidently. “I am.”
July 1990
Sirius waited patiently dressed in a black hooded cloak for Snape to pass by the alleyway. His hand shot out lightning quick when he saw his quarry, dragging him into the dark alley.
Sirius jabbed his wand hard into the back of Snape. “Miss me, Snivellus?”
“Black! I thought you were dead.”
“Or maybe you just hoped your master had killed me. Like he killed Lily. Remember her? Dark red hair, green eyes, so fucking kind it could kill you?”
“I-I-“ Snape stuttered. Sirius used his free hand to grab him and slam him against the wall before shoving his forearm into his neck.
“Shut the fuck up. You owe me. For sparing your life and not cutting you down for what you helped happen, you owe me. I want you to get me the enrollment list for Hogwarts for next year.”
“What? Why-“
“Yours is not to ask why, yours is to fucking do what I say.” Sirius cast a stinging hex point blank into Snape’s abdomen and Snape gave a strangled yell. “Are we clear?”
Hate gleamed in Snape’s eyes. “Clear.”
Sirius released him and stepped back with a mocking bow. “I look forward to getting that list, Snivellous. Until we meet again.”
May 1991
“Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Make friends with him, don’t trust him, he will hurt me if he can. Get information on what his parents are doing.” Ten-year-old Harry smiled pleased with himself as he recited under his godfather’s watchful gaze.
“Very good! What about this one?” Sirius held up a picture of Neville Longbottom.
“Neville Longbottom, his parents are sick and he lives with his grandmother. Make friends with him, he’s more trustworthy than most, get him on my side and get information about my other classmates from him.”
“Excellent!”
Harry paused, looking down at the pictures his godfather had spread across the table in the drawing room. All children his own age, he put his hand out and traced the edge of the table, not looking at his uncle.
“Uncle… can’t I be real friends with them?”
Sirius walked over to Harry and knelt down in front of him, turning the boy to meet his eyes. “I wish you could, my boy. Maybe when this is all over you can. But remember what I told you?”
“A bad wizard is after me, and I cannot trust anyone.”
“That’s right. Remember our games of wizards’ chess?” Harry gave a small smile and nodded, he loved playing wizards’ chess and seeing the pieces knock each other off the board.
“You are the King, you are the most important piece, but there is no queen to defend you, we have to gather our knights, our bishops and pawns so that we may win against the bad wizard. Do you understand?”
Harry gave a longing look at the children’s pictures on the table before nodding reluctantly.
“Trust no one.”