Chapter 1
With a almost silent pop a man appeared in a street looking at the Sign that read Little Wingging Surrey. The Wizard nodded once then began walking to the destination that was written on the mysterious letter he had gotten two days prior. When he found the park he looked around shortly before his vision focused on the person infront of him. He was clocked in shadows so Rabastan didn't see much other than they where short. He shock his head banishing that thought and hurried over (not that he would ever admit to doing something as undignified as hurrying, he wasn't a Weasley thank you very much).
When he finally stood across the person He looked at them again before he spoke:" So what information do you have for me? Hurry I do not have all day. And who do you think you are that you can summon me? Rabastan Lestrange like some common mud blood". The answer that he got was nothing he had expected. "The information that I have are about Barty's child as I already told you in my letter. No doubt the only reason you even came. And as to who I think I am I would tell you to please remember the oath You swore before meeting me that you will not harm me this meeting. Now why don't you look yourself and tell me? Who do you think I am?" And the person lowered their clock letting Rabastan see the face of None other than,,Harry Potter"Rabastan Choked out more than a little shocked, Harry however just smiled." Now, do you wanna hear what I have to say or not?" He asked Watching amused as Lestranges' face seemed to turn from red to white to red again before settling an almost greenish tone. But he nonetheless nodded.
"Yes", Rabastan replied." I want to know what the heck you mean with Bartys' child? Because as far as I know he does not have a child." "No, he does not. At least not yet. In about Seven months however he will",Harry replied not seeming to care about the fact that Rabastan had forgone white this time and seemed to have settled on translucent. His Eyes fixed on Harrys' Arms that where firmly wrapped about his slightly swollen middle."Potter, Potter please please don't tell me you're pregnant", the proud pureblood practically begged. The Potter seemed slightly surprised before he replied making the posh Wizard fall almost comedically into himself." Sorry no can do. So seeing as I am in fact pregnant with your practically adopted brother's Child would you be a dear and tell him to meet me."Harry replied brightly. And it was exactly at this point that Rabastan Lestrange for probably the first time In his life lost his practiced Pure blood calm and cursed like a common mud blood.
"What the actual fuck? I mean what in Merlin saggy balls was Barty thinking. Why would he fuck you of all people? Not only are you like 20 years younger than him. You are our lords' worst enemy. And why would you fuck him? He's sworn to the person who killed your parents for Merlin's sake. And again 20 years older." He bursed out before flushing bright red at realising what exactly he had done. Harry for his part just blinked a couple times before slowly a smile began spreading over his face. "That is actually a rather, long story,'' Harry replied.,, So how about we sit down and I explain it to you? Because I know there is no way you would get Barty here without me telling you." Rabastan nodded because that certainly was the truth before a thought crossed his mind: "How do I know that you are going to be telling the truth? And for that matter how did you know that Barty was still alive." Rabastan asked seriously. Harry just raised his Wand before swearing on his magic that anything He would be saying in this meeting would be the truth as far as he knew it.
Lestrange gaped rather unattractively but Harry had already begun explaining so he remained silent. "The first thing you need to know is that I'm going to explain this is a specific order. It might not make sense at first. Please wait until the end with your questions alright? I will properly explain them. Rabastan nodded so Harry took a deep breath before he began: "The first thing you need to know is that we The potters never once have married for anything other than love. Not even the time were marriage contracts were something Everybody did muggle and magic alike. The Potters never did. Not once. It didn't matter whether their chosen one was someone of nobility, servant or slave.Muggle or Magical. Wizard or Magical Creature it didn't matter. When they fell in love with someone they married them." Rabastan looked startled but like harry asked he did not say anything merely continued listening. "The reason for that is actually quite simple we can't. We physically can't marry somebody else. And if we do we die. It is woven into our very magic. We marry the person we love, our soul mate. And I mean that quite literally. If we don't... If we are forced to marry someone else, it ends in our death. Always. There is no Way to prevent it.
I'm sure you picked up on the word soul mate and I know you must probably thinking. Soulmates are a myth. And yes, for the most people that is the truth but Potters are different. Soulmates are a myth that was created when people watched the Potters with their chosen one. Not that we were always called Potter, but they watched us with the chosen ones and they thought of Soulmates. Because that's what we are. We are soulmates and There is no way to prevent us from getting together. It is not like with creatures where they can chose a mate. It is not as with normal humans who chose someone who they like, who they fall in love but can break up with. No for Potters' It is literally woven into our very magic who we are supposed to be with. It is destined.
This is because who we are or rather who our ancestor was. You know, the Potters were always powerful, but I'm very sure you cannot tell me where we began. We just suddenly popped up in history and never left. There was never a beginning for us. That is because in Truth the Potter's don't exist. I mean, of course we are here, but we are not really the Potter's we chose the name. We hit with it. When it became too dangerous for us to go by our true name. Because we were hated for it. We were tortured for it. We would have certainly been killed for it. But that was not a possibility for us because of who we are. After all, nobody but death May chose when his children die." Rabastan choked, he began spluttering and coughing, couldn't get any air inside his Lungs because what Potter was saying couldn't be true. He didn't even dare to finish that thought he no, he didn't, he? Just would just listen and hope and plead that Potter was not saying what he thought he was saying .That it was not the truth that Potter was just making something up. He was ignoring the voice in his head. The voice that told him that potter had sworn an oath on his magic to tell the truth. But still without conscious thought from him his mouth still breathed out one word one name:"Peverell..." Potter looked at him and smiled," Why yes I knew you've heard of us. Come now Rabastan you do not need to look so scared. I am still the same person as I was 5 minutes ago, as I was a year ago as I was when you lord tried to kill me again and again and again. I am still the same person. I was when you're Lord killed my parents." Rabastan gulped more scared than he had ever been in his life he was sitting across from a Peverell, a Child of Death. His Lord had killed a Child of death and tried to kill another. He paled more and began swaying before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fainted. Harry looked down at the pure blood and shrugged. "Huh, I did not expect that." He said to himself before drawing his Wand and waking the pureblood up. When Rabastan opened his eyes again Harry was kneeling next to him. "You know, your Lord did not actually kill my parents. I mean, yeah, he did fire the killing curses at them. But they were already dying. As I told you A Peverell cannot die without his or deaths ' consent. Well, actually that is not quite true. There are 3 ways for a Peverell to die. The first one is of a natural cause like old age or an illness. The second one is for them to take their own lives that often happens when their soulmate dies. They cannot live without them so they join them. The Third and most Gruesome way is for the soulmate to kill them." Harry shuddered at the thought. Rabastan looked confused and for the first time since this hell began spoke again:" But my lord Killed your parents. Everybody knows this and you already said your parents were soulmates. So how could they have died when their only way to die is for their soulmate to kill them. The dark lord was certainly not your father soulmate you already said Evans was."
Harry shuddered shortly at the thought of the dark Lord as his father soulmate before replying:" It is actually quite easy. You know, of course, my parent's story. How my dad met my mother and first yet on the train ride fell in love with her And chased after her until she finally gave into him. Well, it is, but they always seem to forget one part. My dad certainly saw my mother and felt in love with her. He knew she was his soul made the second they meet. And so he chased her because he knew she was his And there was no way around this. He may have gone the wrong way on the first Try, but he could never stop. Because there was no one else for him to be happy with. And the same would have been for my mother. She may have not been a Potter By birth but she was a Peverell soulmate and that was basically the same. But you see the part that they all seem to forget if that my dad was a rather particularly Wizard he enjoyed both the male and the female Forms found beauty in everything and he loved with his whole heart. He loved everything and everyone around him. And a person with so much love was not made for just one soulmate. No, my dad was special even for a Peverell. He had two soulmates, two true Soulmates and he loved them even if there were as different as night and day. Through all the difficulties My dad loved them. He loved them when they were screaming at him. Shouting what a toerag he was, what a blood traitor. "Rabastan's Eyes widened shocked. "When they were telling him that they would never go out with him that they would rather Go out with the bloody Merpeople in the lake my dad loved them. He loved my mother's violent temper. He still loved my papa when he got the dark mark.Oh ,yes."Harry chuckled when Rabastan chocked again. "My Papa was a deatheater. He believed in most of their ideology. Of course, he didn't believe in the mud blood bid, seeing as he was married to a mud blood at this point. But still in the most he believed and he joined them. My mother and father still loved him. They we're angry of course, angry and hurt. But at the end it didn't matter because he still came home to them at night. They loved each other.
Their love story began with shouts and insults spells and curses until it evolved when my fathers magic grew and their bond strengthend. They met in hidden rooms, in corridors, Forgotten classrooms, they lived for the stolen moments with closed curtains. They had to hide, but they were still happy. So in love even with everything standing against them. They found happiness." Harry's tone was soft with Fondness and love, his eyes dreamy as he talked about their history about the story of his parents love. Rabastan couldn't help but be sucked in. The story of star cross lovers. Of something so forbidden but so beautiful. He was entrailed by the story and hoped against hope that they had their happy ever after. Because they deserved it. Then it all came back and Rabastan found himself surprisingly sad. Because they did not get that. They deserved it but it was ripped away from them.
And in this moment, for the first time in his life, Rabastan wondered if he was doing the right thing, if the dark lord was really the Right one to follow because if he could rip apart something so beautiful. What did it mean for the rest of the world? The World Rabastan loved so much. Harry ignorant to Rabastan thoughts' continued:" They were happy when they found out my mother was expecting me. You know. Even though it was war and they were on opposide sides. So unbelievable happy. I've got the memory. My mother saved it in the vault for me so I would get to watch it. When my My mother found out and told my dad and Papa. My dad fainted and my Papa couldn't stop smiling he was laughing and crying. It was nothing like I've ever seen before. They were so unbelievable in love. They kept smiling at mom's stomach touching it almost constantly. When they found out that Papa was the Sire Dad was so smug kept beeming said what he was getting a mini-version of his two most favorite people. Papa Just scoffed at him told him to stop being an idiot and blood adopt the child when he was born, so that I would be a proper menace for McGonnagel. The 3 of the combined in 1 person Minnie would have retiredhad she known. I don't believe I've ever seen three people so happy.
And then everything went to shit. My Papa was on a mission for the dark Lord and suddenly Mom and Dad felt the bond Snap meaning Papa had died. My mother went into early labour. Nearly lost me. I only managed to get through thanks to my Godfather. It's because I am a Potter, I need my family's magic. My Godfather's magic was close enough to my Papa's so that it helped for a time. Until my dad managed to blood adopt me. And then they could not leave Me alone for about 14 months for fear of losing me. They had to deal with the loss of my Papa. Their soul mate and the fear that they would lose their child at the same time. They knew they would not last much longer. After I was finally stable and able to survive without them that is. The loss was too big. There was no way for them to survive that. They knew it just like every Peverell before them. Wanted to make sure that I survived though, that I was happy. And so after they found out of the prophecy they made everything ready they carved runes into my nursery and the rest of the house. They wove spells until it was all set up for the final sacrifice. And that night in godrick's Halo, they did die. Yes, but it was how they wanted. It was a sacrifice of love giving me protection for the rest of my life. Something that would never fade. So that in one last act, they could protect me like they wouldn't be able to for the rest of their lives. They were back with their soulmate and I was protected from that moment on." harry finished crying silently. They sat in silent after that for a little while, both respectful of the story that had just been told thinking about the lives that were taken to soon.Until Rabastan remembered one thing he wanted to know and so he cleared his throat:"Who...Who was he?Your Papa I mean?"He asked silently. Harry smiled a soft broken thing "His Name was Regulus... Regulus Arcturus Black" ,he replied.