Prologue

Upon waking up early to put the used milk bottles out for the milkman who will arrive shortly with the new deliveries, Petunia Dursley nèe Evans cursed in French her native tongue, when she saw the sleeping bundle of her niece on the doorstep and knew the truth; her sister and her husband were dead.
"There is no way I'm keeping you." She snarled at the sleeping baby girl, the winter wind causing the girl to whine in her sleep and snuggle deeper into her blankets as the wind kissed her mocha skin tone, lifting the dark chocolate tresses from her forehead exposing her cursed scar. "I'll drop you off at my parents house. They were so happy to have a witch in the family, they can deal with you and your freakishness."

With that she slammed the door, waking the baby on the doorstep with a soft cry as she asked for her Mama and Dada, but thankfully the freak's cries were not loud enough to wake her precious Diddy Duddikins. Slipping on her coat and shoes, Petunia hastily penned two notes; a note to her husband which she taped to the fridge, and one for her parents before picking up the car keys from the bowl beside the door. Grumbling to herself she opened the door, gingerly stepping over the baby as she exited the house, locking the door behind her. As she didn't want to taint Dudley's car seat with her niece's freakishness, she uncaringly placed the baby on the floor of the back of the car behind the front passenger seat. Once the babe was situated she fished around in her coat pocket for the hand sanitiser, squirting a liberal amount on her hands and rubbed them vigorously.

Satisfied she'd cleansed her hands of the freakishness, she hurried to the driver seat, quickly backing the car out of the driveway as she made the half hour journey to her childhood home to rid herself of this problem; she had the perfect life to get back to after all.
After a rather short journey Petunia pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, but it didn't bring her comfort or nostalgia; instead, it brought her nothing but tainted memories filled with hatred. All due to her so-called perfect sister.

Well, Petunia was not going to have her perfect son grow up the way she had. Seeing a light turn on upstairs, the vile woman hurried out of the car gingelly picking up her crying niece who's forehead was bleeding again due to bumping it on the back of her seat, not that Petunia cared.
"Will you shut up!" Petunia hissed, holding the child at arms length. More lights were turning on; she needed to hurry.

Once Morgause was on the doorstep Petunia fished in her pocket for the letter and the note she'd hurriedly penned. Scowling at the crying baby who was crying more loudly now as she called for her long dead, good for nothing parents, and from the bump to her forehead as well as the cold; she was going to get caught if she didn't shut up. Hearing footsteps hurrying down the stairs Petunia ran back to her car - thankful she'd left the engine on - and sped out of the driveway just as her own mother opened the door.

Roxanne Juana Evans née Dupond brushed her long, red but slightly greying curls over her shoulder as she picked up her gorgeous granddaughter rocking her soothingly; a dark glare directed to her eldest daughter's retreating car.
"Lyle! Lyle! Lyle!" Roxanne shouted in a thick French-English accent, slipping the two notes in the pocket of her dressing gown while shutting the front door with her foot.

"Annie? What's wrong?" Lyle asked worriedly, appearing at the top of the stairs with a towel around his waist. The frown deepened when he spotted his granddaughter in his wife's arms. He knew it was Morgause as there were multiple pictures on the walls and mantlepiece that Lily and James had sent them. "Is that?" He gasped, heart racing as he clutched onto the wall suddenly very weak in the knees.

"Yes." Roxanne whispered tearfully. "I think something's happened to James and Lily. There's two letters and Petunia has just dumped her on our doorstep; I recognised the car. Shh love, shh." Roxanne soothed, as Morgause started to cry once more. As her husband collected himself from the horrible news - dread circling tightly in their bellies - she hummed the lullaby she used to sing to her daughters, but also to Morgause when Lily and James could visit before they went into hiding - calming her granddaughter slightly.

"I'll send a letter to Mia and Monty with Archimedes, letting them know we have her. They're no doubt going out of their minds with worry, then I'll pop into town and get some things for her." Lyle spoke soothingly, calming his wife while trying to hide his own turmoil, at least for the moment.

"Okay, I'm going to give her a bath in the sink. I'm sure we've got some clothes, baby bubble bath and shampoo, and some nappies left over from when we were sending them to Lily and James. Then I'll give her some breakfast and clean the cut and the bump on her head. No doubt Petunia didn't strap her in Dudley's car seat." Roxanne scoffed, anger surging red hot in her veins. "I don't know where we went wrong." She sighed despondently.

"We didn't, love. I have no idea why she turned out so bitter, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is Morgause. I'll send the letter, get dressed and head to town while we wait." Lyle informed his wife, quickly heading to his office where their dark brown and dusty grey tawny owl was waiting, sitting on his perch in a dark corner behind his desk.

He was a gift from James when he and Lily started courting, so they could keep in contact with Lily - which had endeared himself further in Lyle's book.
"What has happened to you and James, my sweet Lily-flower?" Lyle asked, slumping in his desk chair as he pulled out the items he needed, knowing he, his wife, Monty and Mia, Charlus and Dorea would not like the answer. Growling Lyle screwed up the letter chucking it angrily into the bin before starting over once again; thankfully this time he was satisfied with the second draft.

Dear Monty and Mia (and Dorea and Charlus),

I fear something terrible has befallen our children, James and Lily. Morgause was dumped on our doorstep by our eldest daughter, Petunia. Morgause is terribly distressed asking for her parents and Sirius clutching her stuffed stag and dog as if they are a lifeline.

She has a cut on her forehead in the shape of a lightning bolt and a bump to her head from where - we think, no we know - Petunia hadn't strapped her into a car seat to keep her safe on the drive over to our house (she's bitter as she has no magic, like us, but is our complete polar opposite, not that this excuses anything, in fact we are fuming with rage but our fear for Lily and James is taking precedence right now).

We fear something has also happened to Sirius as there's signs she was dumped on Petunia's doorstep by Dumbledore as there was a letter from him addressed to Petunia and she was freezing. Only in her pyjamas and wrapped in two blankets.

Please come as quickly as you can.

Lyle

"Take this to Mia and Monty Potter, Archimedes, and do not let anyone else open it." Lyle instructed firmly, attaching the letter to the owl's leg - who stuck his chest out importantly - while hooting reassuringly before he took off out the open window.

'Please hurry.' Lyle thought as he quickly went to get dressed.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Roxanne stripped her granddaughter out of her wet nappy and wet and bloody clothes, after gently prying the stuffed brown stag and black dog cuddly toys (placing them on the dining table so they didn't get wet) from her small clenched fists; for a fifteen month old she sure did have a tight grip. She attentively washed Morgause's hair (being careful of the cut), and body before drying her off and dressing her in a cute, but warm outfit. A cream fern patterned bodysuit, a Hunter green pinafore skirt with matching shoes and bow headband and a cream cardigan.

"Pa'foo! Mama! Dada!" Morgause cried, clutching her toys tightly once again it was after all, all she had left of her broken family; her big doe-like emerald eyes shining with tears and breaking her grandmother's heart.
"Oh, my little love." Roxanne crooned, holding her granddaughter close to her bosom running her fingers through her dark chocolate brown curls soothingly. "Everything is going to be okay. Your Grandpa, Granny, Grandad and your Great-Auntie Dorea and Great-Uncle Charlus will make everything alright, don't you worry. We love you so very much Princess." Roxanne whispered, bouncing Morgause on her hip.

"I'll be as quick as I can, love. I've sent word to Monty and Mia, no doubt they'll inform Dorea and Charlus, too. I wouldn't open that letter from Dumbledore just in case he's spelled it." Lyle conveyed, popping into the kitchen and quickly, bestowing a loving kiss to his wife's lips and then an equally as loving kiss to his granddaughter's forehead.

She was definitely going to be a beauty as she got older, she was gorgeous even now.
"It's not right, Ly. Morgan shouldn't have to know such heartache at such a young age. She won't even remember them! She won't know how much they loved her!" Roxanne exclaimed frustrated and heartbroken.
"She will, Anne. She will!" Lyle insisted. "We will all tell her every day how much they loved her and we'll love her for them."
Roxanne let out a harsh breath between tense lips, resting her forehead against her husband's as she calmed down. But she feared the turmoil was only just beginning.

"You're right. Don't get used to hearing me say that!" She teased, pointing a finger at her husband, a smile coming to their lips as Morgause giggled wetly. "Go on. It won't take them long to get here and I'll give Morgan some breakfast. I love you."
"Okay I love you too, Annie. And I love you my Princess." Lyle kissed both of them once more before leaving the house only pausing to slip on his coat and grab his keys.

"I love you too, sweetie." Roxanne whispered, kissing her dark curls, placing her on her hip as she added some weetabix and milk to a bowl - while she waited for it to go soggy enough for Morgause to eat - she placed the blankets in the machine for a good hot wash. She could kill Petunia and Dumbledore and whoever else was involved in this. Placing a baby on a doorstep in winter and overnight, or better yet at all, what were they thinking?

***

In Potter manor the occupants were almost slumping in exhaustion as they tried to track down little Morgause Potter the Heiress to the Peverell, Potter and Braithewait fortune. Ever since Lord Fleamont Potter and his younger brother Charlus Potter had felt Heir James Potter and his Lady-wife Lily Noelle Evans Potter die through the Family Magick and the Death Magick (that all Potters received through the Peverell side of their family), the night before; they'd spent the last ten nearly eleven hours trying to track her down with no success. Their luck had only gotten worse when Dorea informed them Sirius had been arrested and sent to Azkaban with no trial for the supposed betrayal of James and Lily and for killing Peter Pettigrew.

Which was not possible - betraying the Potters that is, he was very able to kill the sham of a  Lord, Lord Pettigrew as they'd all started to doubt his allegiance to his friends during the past year - as not only had James and Sirius created a Blood Pact to each other, as they claimed they were Blood Brothers, at sixteen years old but Sirius was also Morgause's Blood Adopted father and Sworn Godfather. He could neither raise a wand nor indirectly cause harm to any Potters without losing his magic. If the Ministry actually did their jobs and stopped clutching at Dumbledore's robes believing he was the next coming of Merlin (when he was nowhere close to that level) then they would know that.

"This is ridiculous!" Fleamont raged, chucking the locator crystal at the wall where it smashed into teeny tiny pieces. Charlus followed suit a moment later with his own crystal. The Potters, especially the men, had rather high tempers as they were Lords of the Forest and their senses and instincts were running especially high with the desperate need to find the lost little fawn.
"That old fool is behind this! I just know it!" Charlus screamed, running his hands through his jaw length brown hair that was greying at the temples.
"Hey, calm down, my love." Mia soothed, placing a calming hand on Monty's arm. "We'll find her. I promise."

"And we won't stop until we do." Dorea swore, her Dark Grey magic swirling around her tightly, aching to dish out retribution to those who have destroyed her family. And she will deliver. She was nothing if not a Black. As you did not mess with the Blacks and live to talk about it.
"Our family is crumbling down around us, Dora." Monty muttered heartbrokenly, his hazel-gold eyes shining with tears as he stared at his sister-in-law. If anything had happened to that precious little girl, he didn't know what he'd do. She, his wife, brother and sister were all that was left and only three of those five were born Potters. His son and his daughter-in-law were brutally murdered, and his adoptive-son had been falsely imprisoned all in one night, and now they couldn't find his granddaughter.

When he and Mia had gone to get her from the cottage after they'd sensed the deaths of her parents; only to discover that she was gone.
"We'll bring back our family, brother, I swear it! Dorea and I will work on proving Sirius is innocent, get him acquitted and bring him home once we have found Morgause. As soon as she is here, safe, and we've settled her, we'll head straight to Madam Bones; she's always been just in that corrupt cesspool they call a Ministry." Charlus swore, just as the Potter Head House-elf, Mimsy, appeared in the study where the four had been pouring over the Potter and Black Grimoires, using any means necessary to track Morgause down. Unlike other families, Mimsy and all the other elves in their employ were very well dressed.

The females were dressed in smart silver pleated skirts with the Potter-Peverell crest sewn near the hem on the left hand side, and a crisp white blouse also with the crest sewn on the left breast pocket. Whereas, the males had jet black trousers and silver shirts, both with the crest stitched upon it on the left pockets, and both genders had shiny black shoes adorning their feet. A letter addressed to Monty and Mia was clutched in her small fist.
"Mistress Mia, Master Monty. Mimsy is sorry to interrupt the search for Miss Morgause but this letter appears to be important; it cames with Archimedes." Mimsy informed them.
"Thank you Mimsy." Mia said gratefully, accepting the letter and shaking it out.

As her eyes reached halfway down the page she jumped to her feet startling her husband and in-laws who had been waiting silently for news.
"That bastard!!" Mia seethed. "He dumped my beloved granddaughter on Petunia's doorstep who then dumped her on Roxanne's doorstep not even taking care to get her there!"
"She's with Roxanne and Lyle?" Dorea asked hopefully, she'd met the couple at James's wedding, and they were kind, loving, and brave.  They were also very protective of their loved ones. Exactly like their youngest daughter Lily.
"Yes, and I fear Dumbledore had something nefarious planned. Morgause had been left on Petunia's doorstep overnight with only two blankets to keep her warm, her stag and dog toys and a letter, nothing else." Mia explained, shaking with rage.

That did it. The Glamour Charm hiding Monty's and Charlus's Lord of the Forest attributes flickered before dissolving into nothing with their anger, showcasing their large antlers, black noses, freckles, golden-hazel eyes, and auburn streaks in their hair. Their magic called for retribution.
"Charlus! Monty! Calm down." Dorea ordered, standing to her feet also.
"Charlus, you go with Dorea and speak to Madam Bones immediately. Take this letter with you as proof, but do not say anything until you're in her office behind privacy wards. Tell her about Sirius as well to get him acquitted asap, and then invite her back here so we can explain everything without the old fool's spies listening in. Monty and I will go and collect Morgause along with Roxanne and Lyle." Mia ordered.

"You're right my love." Monty sighed harshly through his teeth. "What I wouldn't give to duel him and blast him to smithereens!" Monty growled before he took another calming breath. "I think we should take Morgause to Gringotts first and get her checked over and invite Roxanne and Lyle to live here permanently with us all. Not only so we are all safe, but so my granddaughter can have all her family around her."
"Excellent idea brother." Charlus agreed, clapping him on the shoulder. "That way we can all properly teach Dal about her heritage from all sides of the family."

"Right," Mia clapped her hands in a business-like manner. "Mimsy, can you and the other House-elves prepare the Heiress suite for Morgause and a room in the Family Wing for her grandparents, Roxanne and Lyle."
"Of course Mistress." Mimsy curtsied, before popping away while the four Potters got the ball rolling as each headed out to complete their tasks.

***

In the Headmasters office at Hogwarts Albus too-many-names Dumbledore raged and screamed in utter anger, throwing his trinkets at the walls; smashing them to tiny pieces, while the other Headmasters and Headmistresses tutted at him in disdain. He didn't care; he was apoplectic with rage and they were inferior to him. Years worth of plans down the drain all because of the elderly Evans and Potters. Well, he wasn't going to let them get in his way. If they wanted to interfere then they should be willing to pay the price for no one messed with, nor crossed, Albus Dumbledore and lived to tell the tale. He should have had them all killed when he had the chance. No matter he will make sure he had the Potter brat under his control before long and the Potter-Peverell fortune will be his.

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