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Harry Potter:

The Chronicles for Harry James Potter:

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Moonlit Meetings:

Call of Duty:

The Ship's Angel:

part 1 | part 2

Summary: Four pirates walk into a witch's hut. What will be the punchline after they left her there years ago, "for her protection". Will she read their fortune or curse them forever?

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries and scars, poly141, mentions of violence and blood, ritual Cthulhu-esque stuff

a/n: Hiya everyone! Welcome back to the second part; sorry it took me a minute; I was busy quitting my job hahaha. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the second chapter, and I cannot wait to hear your guys' feedback!

So, as always, please leave a comment. I would love to hear from you!

Love, Raven<3

Masterlist

Chapters 1 ~ Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Forgiveness

It had been three days since they touched land at Oxen Port.

The five of them worked well together, so the shopping was easy for them all to do quickly.

It was midday now, the sun shining high in the sky, and they were all off doing their own things.

She was a spiteful thing, so of course she had been ignoring them as much as she could. Even now, as she grabbed her art supplies and headed for the nest high in the sails, she was sneaking around like a dumb robber on a giant boat.

She climbed the ladder leading up to it and threw her legs inside, but fate had other ideas, and the spitefulness could not last forever.

Johnny let out a small shriek at the same time the girl gasped and almost fell out of the wooden basket. “Gods above, lass ya’ sca’erd the crap outta me.” He was holding his chest with one hand, the other clamped tightly around her ankle.

Her shoulders fell, and she looked out towards the sky. Of course, Soap would be up here as the lookout; he loved taking on the role and having time to do his wood carvings. He was doing it now, wood chips all around him, a small shape taking form in his hands. She could hear Soap sigh behind her.

“I’m sorry, lass.”

She slowly looked back at him. “I know.” Her voice was quiet as well.

She jumped down from the ledge, sinking down against the side of it. “We thought it would be best for ya lassie. We just tried to protect ya.”

His head hung low, his mohawk falling over his forehead from how long his hair had been growing. He looked the same as the day they left; only his hair had grown a bit. She could see a scar on his cheek that was new, and his eyes looked lost, miserable even.

They all had that look, one she knew she was causing, and yet her spiteful nature would not allow her to just let it go like that for all of them.

“I know.” She mutters again. “I’ve missed ya.” His voice breaks, and their eyes finally meet. There are tears in his beautiful sea blue eyes, and she softly smiles at him.

“I have missed you too, Johnny.”

She is a spiteful thing, yes.

But her boys had always gotten special treatment, especially Johnny.

She leans in, and their lips meet. For a second he doesn’t move, just stays frozen, but it only lasts for just a second before he surges forward with desperation. He grabs her face with one hand, the other pulling her onto his lap to have her close.

The kiss is just like Johnny, chaotic and full of passion; he almost devours her in one go, pulling her impossibly close. Her hands wrap around his neck, tugging at his hair to gasp for breath of air before going back into their fierce kiss.

Oh, how she missed having them all like this, their warm palms on her forever-cold skin.

Johnny was like a furnace under her, warming her up so fast that she felt like she needed to get rid of layers to be able to breathe. The kiss lasted for minutes before she pulled back with a firm grip on his hair to hold him back.

They panted, staring at each other, giant smiles crossing both their faces. “How I missed this.” Is all she muttered, leaning down to bury her face in his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her back tightly, keeping her pressed against him. He rested his cheek on her head, relishing in her only answering her with a hum.

“I forgive you, Johnny.” His grip tightened more. “Thank you, birdie.” His voice cracked again.

“What about the others?” She smiled into his chest; of course he would think of the others now. “I need a bit more time for that. I’m still angry with John and Simon. Kyle is a different story, like you.”

He hummed again in response, hand petting her back.

“You are a spiteful thing.” She chuckled, lifting her head from his chest to stare at him, conflict evident on her face.

“I won’t.” She chuckles at him, knowing her so well. “Give me a week, dear; I’ll figure it all out by then.” He nods to her and pulls her back down for another much slower kiss.

“I would wait an eternity for ya, lass.” They all would.

~

Almost another week passes before she seeks out Kyle.

It’s on a sleepless night. She tossed and turned, but dreams would not take her, so instead she grabbed a book of hers and left the warmth of her cabin, wrapped in a long knitted cardigan over her nightgown.

Kyle was lying in the middle of the deck, staring up at the starry night sky, Nolex the traitor lying on his chest, curled up.

She tiptoed over, the cold wood seeping into her, making her shake as she gripped the cardigan tighter around herself. His eyes never leave the sky; he simply pats the space next to himself.

She lies with him, hand searching for his, grabbing hold of his, and resting their joined hands on her chest. His eyes broke from the sky, studying her profile as moonlight shone on her skin.

Kyle remembers meeting her for the first time.

They were searching for a nearby village through the woods when they saw the horror that had changed their lives forever. She had been standing on top of a bonfire, tied to a stake, hands above her head. She was struggling against her bindings, but there was no way she could get herself free.

The boys had saved her that night from being burned at the stake.

But even with the bloodshed and cruelty going around, the only real thing Kyle could remember from it was how her skin shone in the moonlight.

It had an almost sheen to it, a bluish tint that made her look deathly, magical, and ethereal.

When moonlight hits her skin, her true nature comes out. Kyle knows she can pass as a human. One glamour spell and no pointed ears or intricate tattoos, but her skin never lies; it always has a bluish-grey tint, always looks a little dead, and they cannot lie; it’s that ethereal beauty that dragged them into her orbit.

So Kyle stares openly at her. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She had put her glamour back on for the town, but once again she is her true self, slightly pointed ears adorned with earrings all over them. He traces the runes and lines over her arm before he looks back towards the sky.

He wished he could show this to his siblings. Out here at sea, the sky is super clear on warm days like these, stars shining so bright that they had to get curtains installed.

“I’m sorry for leavin’ ya behind, sweetheart.” He pulls their hands to his own chest, now closing his eyes and allowing the girl to feel his emotions radiate from him.

“I know you are.” Nolex stands on his chest, sniffing their joined hands before jumping away, strolling towards Johnny’s room.

“You’ve made up with Johnny already, haven’t ya?” She lets out a low chuckle. “He tell you that?” She is looking at him now; he can feel her intense gaze burning a hole into the side of his head.

“Nah, not directly.” He looks to her now, too. “He slept over at mine yesterday. Haven’t slept in the same bed in a year.”

Her smile drops her gaze, tearing away from his. “I thought you all would still sleep together.” He gripped her hand tightly so she could not pull it away. “We did, some days. But the guilt was too much after it, so it didn’t happen often.”

He fully turns on his side now, hand caressing her face to grab her attention. "Do not feel guilty, love. We deserved the cold nights. It does not mean we don't love each other now." She looks back to him, seeking out his warmth.

She turns to him, scoots closer, and buries herself in his arms. “I forgive you, Kyle.” She lifts her head, noses touching their so close now.

He doesn’t hesitate and surges forward, locking their lips together in a gentle kiss. It was everything Kyle ever represented in their love, gentle and warm, calm and collected.

They lay there for several minutes kissing each other and muttering gentle reassurances. Later after they lay for a few more minutes gazing at the stars again Kyle took her back to Johnny’s room and placed her between them. The scott didn’t wake but he knew two of his lovers were there and pulled them closer into his embrace.

~

As it had been established many times before, she was a spiteful thing; she held a grudge for a long time, and it was a difficult task to get back into her good graces.

Kyle and Johnny were the easiest of them to forgive.

The two had been crushed when they left her on the island, sobbing and gripping themselves not to go for her.

But Simon and John just watched in silence. Their cold gazes were not even turned towards her.

So she did the same to them. She started talking with the younger man in front of them. Chatting with them at breakfast, did chores with them during the day, and slept in their beds at night.

And the jealousy didn’t come in its natural form for Captain John Price and his second-in-command, Simon Riley. It came in the form of longing. In the form of silent suffering and extreme yearning.

But they bared it anyway.

Because they knew that with enough time she would come to them.

It hadn’t been on purpose when, about another week later, Simon ran into her. She had crawled out of bed; one of those rare nights of her sleeping by herself, she had woken from another dream.

As moonlight shone high above her, soft footsteps pattered towards the kitchen below deck. She rummaged through the many cupboards and pulled out the last of their milk. They landed on shore two days ago so the first thing the girl asked for was some milk.

She poured a large mug for herself and grabbed the few cookies left sitting at the small table, her legs pulled tightly to her chest to chase away the cold.

The door opened, making her freeze and stare up with wide eyes. Simon only wore his black pants and untied boots, his mask in place as always, and she couldn’t help but openly stare at him. He didn’t see her as he poured himself a glass of water, turning to lean against the counter. He spots her, then eyes widening, glass frozen mid-air almost to his lips.

He lowers it slowly, eyes darting over her to check if she was okay, he asks anyway. “You alright, sweetness?” His voice is low and soft, something most people would find weird from the giant man, but she knew this tone was only reserved for them.

“I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep.” She looks away from him, draining the last of her milk and cookies before standing up to leave.

“How long are you gonna stay mad at us?” Normally, one would get angry at such a question, but once again she knew this man just like she knew the rest of them. Simon was in pain from staying away from her.

“Don’t you think you should do something first before asking such questions?” She leaned against the table across from him, arms folded across her chest. Her tone hadn’t been harsh or accusing; she was speaking to him matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t look at her anymore while she studies his every breath. “What we did was horrible, but we wanted to protect you from him.”

She bites her cheek but breathes through the anger she still feels from that day. “I told you many times before, I don’t need protection from him; you do.” Frustration flashes in his eyes. "See what happened to you while I was gone?"

Her voice is sad; she steps closer, now reaching her hand out to trace the slowly fading black tendrils creeping up his arms. Her hand glides across his shoulder and stops at his jaw, where the skull mask lies across his face. He let her slide it off his face, but regretted it a second later when her eyes closed, her head leaning against his chest.

The left side of his face was covered in the terrible inky black tendrils, his veins a terrible deep maroon color as the infection slowly ate him alive.

As stated before, if one thinks she is a spiteful thing, her brother would always end up being worse.

“Don’t look at me like that; I don’t deserve it, sweetness.” Simon couldn’t help himself; he was a mere man in the presence of a goddess. His hands slowly gripped her much smaller waist, steadying her against him, not letting her even a step back, basking in her cool touch.

“You should have come sooner.” Her hand slid back into place over his face, running gentle fingers over the markings marring across his features.

“Johnny wanted to; when it had gotten worse, Kyle started nagging as well, but I’ve only let Price set sail to you when the marks appeared on them.” His hand tucks a loose strand behind her ear, cupping her face.

“Of course you did, stubborn oaf.” They are now speaking in whispers, Simon hunching over to hear her words.

“We are sorry.” She nods dismissively, looking away from his golden eyes. She knew they were; she could feel the regret rolling off of them, but she couldn’t just forgive Price for leaving her like that. The only man she had ever let rule over her, betraying her trust in such a way, left a deep gash behind that none of them could understand.

“Cap’ is just as sorry, ya know.” Her head whipped back to him, anger boiling behind her eyes.

“Is he now? Maybe he should come to me and say so. You know what, Si? He should actually be begging on his knees for forgiveness from me.” The giant nods to her agreeably, hand gently running through her hair.

“We all should be, right?” She huffs an unamused laugh in answer.

“I never expected that from you; I only wanted your love.” She goes to turn away, but Simon brings her back to him, holding her face between his giant palms.

“You have all our love, sweetness. All our care and devotion; we’re just shite at showing it. Especially me.” She bumps their noses together.

“Well, you’re doing a pretty fine job right now.” The deep rumble of his laugh vibrates through her body, and before she could stop herself, her lips are slotted against his in a reverent kiss.

She could never deny Simon; ever since she boarded the 141, she had been softest on him. He was the very reason that the girl headed to wage a kind of war against her brother. The connection between them was a special kind of evil, to say the least.

Her mother, the goddess of the dead, was, to popular belief, the kindest deity there was to be. She guided those who passed into the beyond, passing punishment accordingly, but the work of a goddess like her was vast, and so she needed help; hence the first angel of death was born.

The first Angel was a cruel and pompous man who didn’t respect the dead nor the living. He made a mockery of the goddess's work, not to mention his charm that won her over.

That is how her first child was born, Philip Graves. Graves was a cruel boy even at a young age, taking after his father, and after a few years of trying to change the two to no avail, she had banished them to the human world.

That is when her father was given to her mother.

The kindest angel the gods had ever seen, he not only did his job with such favour, but he gave all of his devotion over to his goddess, and not long after their baby girl was born, the next angel in line.

When she reached the appropriate age, her father gave the title to her in order to live with his goddess for an eternity and more now. Our girl wore this title with pride; she helped those in despair and tried her best to protect humans from her brother's stupidity.

That is how she found them.

One night she awoke from a terrible nightmare, four men struggling on a ship with the blight Graves so happily passed around.

She knew what she had to do then.

She packed her things and tracked the four men down till her brother got news of her plans; he paid a hefty price for it to work. A binding spell had been created, forcing the girl's powers to mere witch potential.

Which is why those barbarian hunters could find her and try to burn her at the stake. That is when she had joined the crew, and with the help of the boys, she was almost back to her full potential.

The last thing keeping her from the sky was those damned roots, tied together in a horrible knot under the faith tree.

But with her connection still severed from her mother, there was no way for her to gain access to it, at least until now.

But with all the boys bearing his curse, she could find a way to reverse it back into the faith tree and gain access to it with the rest of her power; she just had to convince John that it would be worth the risk.

Simon pulls back from the kiss and looks at her face. "Where are ya wandering off to in that head of yours?" She pulls on his face to get his lips back onto hers.

"Just thinking ahead, never mind that now." Slowly, the two get lost in each other and end up back in her cabin, cuddled closely under her covers, Simon's giant head lying on her chest while she runs her hand along his arm in a soothing way.

Summary: Four pirates walk into a witch's hut. What will be the punchline after they left her there years ago, "for her protection". Will she read their fortune or curse them forever?

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries and scars, poly141, mentions of violence and blood, ritual Cthulhu-esque stuff

a/n: Hello everyone, sorry for disappearing for a bit; uni has been kicking my ass, but thanks to summer vacay I come to you guys with my newest mini series, which will be a cod pirate au fic! I hope you guys enjoy, and as always, please leave a comment; I would love to hear from you!

Love, Raven<3

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Reunion

The witch has lived here for the past three years of her life and if she were honest with herself she would say she had grown quite fond of the little wooden hut sitting at the edge of the swamp village.

But because she was a spiteful thing and because she would never give that pleasure to them she acted as though she hated this place.  

She earned her pay from making medicine for the people of the village and on occasion told them their fortune or cast a hex or two.

Her true problem was the all-consuming loneliness that loomed over her daily. Her heart missed four of its pieces and the most painful part of it was that they were together and she wasn't with them.

But she was a spiteful thing so she made it work.

She collected her familiars (Nolex her cat and Pietro the crow her mother uses to keep contact), She fixed the wooden hut, and she made it a home as much as she could, even if it felt cold and empty. She spent her days making balms and potions, tending to her tiny garden, caring for her familiars, and serving her customers.

The worst parts were the nights when her mind could wander in the quiet and loom over the tugging strings attached to her heart. She often dreamt of the sea, of the ship, of its crew, of them. Those days the rest of the village woke up to terrible nightmares, the sorrows of the witch infecting their minds.

But she survived, she gritted her teeth and tried her best to 'Move on', it was more like pretending to be moving on but she still tried her best.

This night though the feeling grew stronger than ever. It was the same as when it first started the emptiness coming closer and closer. The fireplace was blazing, a storm raging outside, so she curled up on the couch in front of the warmness and held her familiars close. She had been lost in a book she had recently picked up when a loud banging knock shook her door.

She froze when the empty feeling disappeared and all-consuming warmth took over. Them.

She was a spiteful thing so as she stood setting Nolex back down and letting Pietro fly to the top beams holding the roof she just stood at the door unmoving. The knock rang through the house once again her face overtaken by rage as she stared at the wood.

They knocked once again but this time a shout followed.

"Come now Lia, it is pouring! Let us in please!" She took a step closer, resting her hand on it before her head followed with a quiet thud, John.

"Please birdie I'm fre'zen my arse off out here." She looked to the ceiling, Johnny.

"We can't blame her for not wanting to let us in." Another step back, Kyle.

"We need her." Her hand rested on the handle, Simon.

With a deep calming breath she wrenched the door open and looked upon the four with furry unmatched.

They weren't alone.

Two other men stood next to them, a shorter more stock-figured one, and a taller leaner one who wore a captain's hat on his head.

She was a spiteful thing.

"What can I help you two with?" She blatantly ignored the other four who stood on her left. "I, well we need the help of a witch and Captain Price suggested you." Her smile was coy, dripping with venom as she acted to be shocked. "Did he now? What a surprise I thought he deemed me useless, but do come in gentleman!"

She stepped to the side ushering the two of them in before slamming the door on the others.

"You've got to be kiddin' me." She heard Price mutter before the banging started up again.

She turned to the other two speaking sweetly to them. "What a storm, am I right?" She rounded the big round table which stood in the middle of the room pulling two chairs out for them gesturing for them to sit. "No offense but-" She cut him off with a wave of her hand and leaned her palms onto the table. "Names please." They looked at each other before the taller began. "Captain Vargas, this is my second in command Rudy, I am the Captain of the Los Vaqueros, and we came to help Captain Price."

She hung her head low, fuck now she did have to let them in. She looked to the ceiling once again searching for strength. "Fine." She muttered before wrenching the door open once again.

They looked like pathetic puppies drenched in rain begging to be let in. Her face was fury once more looking at them one by one. They hadn't changed much, still the same handsome faces, still the same styles, maybe a few more nasty scars now that she hadn't been there to take them away.

She crossed her arms over her chest, looking unimpressed. "What do you want?" No warm smile, no sweet tone. The boys stood next to each other their clothes stuck to their skin from the storm, as they all dreamily looked at the girl. "We need help." It was, of course, John who spoke first taking a step closer. "Do you Captain? Well, I needed help three years ago when a group of barbaric bastardly pirates left me to rot in a swamp!" She was shouting by the end of it hands fisted next to her as her eyes filled with unshed tears, she would not give them that satisfaction. None of them looked at her but the eldest who was stuck in a weird staring contest with the angry girl.

"But yes do come into my brand new home Captain Price, you have not ruined my life enough as is." She stepped out of the doorway leaving for them to come in.

"Birdie we already told you the reason we had to leave you." Kyle sweet as he was, often spoke when he should not have. "And I have screamed and begged for you not to do this to me." She wiped her tears away and sat at the head of the circular table gesturing for them to sit.

Kyle sat next to her on her left after him in order sat Johnny, Simon and lastly, John making him sit at the other head of the table.

"Now what is it you need?" She leaned back in her chair putting her feet up on the table.

"Simon has the mark again." The mocking smile disappeared off her face as she leaned forward sitting up straight.

"No, I made sure that could not happen again." She looks to Simon, the hulking blond man avoiding eye contact.

John is telling the truth.

"We have a bigger problem." She rests her head on the dark wood of her table, no, she won't accept this. "We all have the mark now."

A soft but heavy sigh leaves her lifting her head back up.

She was a spiteful thing, but her brother was worse.

She slowly rises resting her palms on the desk. She starts with Kyle as he is the closest to her, she finds it on his wrist, exactly where her mark had been left. Johnny is next who obediently looks down revealing the mark on his nape, again her mark has been covered. She steps up to Simon who has already undone his shirt's tie to reveal the mark on his chest, hers covered, angry black veins sprout from, all of the healing she had done to him gone. She lastly stops in front of their Captain who lifts his hat off his head tilting his head to the side, there on the right side of his neck her mark is covered, the veins around it starting to blacken.

She looks to the sky as she searches for strength for any sign her mother could give her but she only sees the beams high in the ceiling Pietro cawing down at her.

"How long?" She heads to the shelf behind her seat at the table pulling a small chair over to it.

"About two weeks now started with Simon, then it was Cap', then Johnny, then me."

She lifted the big jar off the shelf and opened it on the table, it held the items she had gifted to the boys the first time they had met, it was the first idea that came to mind to protect them against him something embedded with her energy to conceal them from his hateful gaze.

A woven brown and blue bracelet for Kyle, an embroidered bandana for Johnny, a newly polished silver skull ring for Simon, and a woven necklace with a medal for John. All were personalized to them, all gifts from her heart carrying a piece of her soul in them.

They left them the day they left her; Simon had said that they were unworthy of such gifts of protection and love for what they were doing to her.

She is a spiteful thing; she took them all and locked them with a hex in a jar on the shelf for all to see.

She regrets it now.

The boys all took their gifts putting them back into their rightful places, the warmth in her chest growing from a spark to a tiny flame. The witch could see it on their faces, the flame coming to life in their chests as well a small smile crossing their faces as they caressed her gifts with love.

She is a spiteful thing, but love blooms in her heart when she is close to her boys.

And he had come after her boys once again when all they tried to do was protect her from him. She turned back towards her hut once more, looking around the small nest she had made for herself, the loneliness the place held.

"I know you hate us; you have every right to, but-" She could hear the waver in the Captain's voice.

She always hated to hear him like this, their strong Captain, the one always at the helm, broken, now unable to say anything.

"We need yae lass. You are the only one who could stop this wanker." Oh, how she longed for them all for so long, and they were here, begging her to come back and save them once more.

She is a spiteful thing, but she could never turn her back on them, even if she didn't forgive them yet.

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not align with my beliefs; I use her world and characters and make it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: Hello! So, Hello guys, this is the final chapter of this mini-fic of mine! It will be a short finish to it. I know me posting daily makes me look like a good productive writer but I'm far from it, as I have written previously on my page; this story is also up on AO3, so if you have the time, I would be thrilled if you could leave kudos on it! Please leave a comment; I would love to hear your opinions!

Also, I will be writing fanfics for other fandoms as well, so stay tuned for that, I might write for a fandom you also like! I would love to hear your opinions if I should continue to write with my OC'S (I basically have one for every fandom I am in, hahaha) or if I should write x reader fics!

Love, Raven <3

Masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Chapter 5: The cat out the bag

It had been a week later that Harry got to see his aunt.

It was a usual weekend at the manor. Everyone had been invited to come over friends and family and Harry had been having an amazing time.

Late into the evening when everyone had started to settle down around the living room Harry caught his aunt's wrist and pulled her to the back porch.

"Woah there Bambi, no need to be so aggressive now!" She giggled at her own words but followed the boys nonetheless. "I found them." Harry blurted out when the door closed behind them.

"Found them? Found what?" She looked rather confused.

"The tapes, at Grimmauld." The smile slowly slipped from her face as she let out a sigh.

"Oh, you found the tapes. That mucky old house has always worked against me." She turned away from him crossing her arms. "I never wanted you to find them, I was a little unhinged in them." She laughed awkwardly looking everywhere but at him.

"I loved them Whisk." His voice was gentle as he stepped closer to his aunt.

"You did?" She looked at him with disbelief.

"Yeah! It was the truth straight from you for one and-" Harry stopped himself for a second before he continued "- It was nice to see how much everyone loves me. I know you guys say it all the time but with the war and everything it was weird." He rubbed the back of his head and Whisk couldn't help but think how much he looked like James.

"I'm glad you liked them." She pulled the boy close who had grown a few centimeters taller than her over the years. "But remember that we love you no matter what. I know it's hard after the war, I felt the same way but we love all of you. I love you and Elanna and Draco very very much." Harry laughed at that and buried his face deeper into his aunt's shoulder to hide his tears from her. "And I love Hermione and Ron and Luna and Ginny And the rest of you children! You all deserve the world." They pulled apart and she wiped the tears from his face.

"Yeah, auntie we all love you too."

"How about we head back inside? The others will be searching for us by now!" And to prove her correct the two could hear James and Sirius screaming inside for the two of them.

"Those two cannot live without you I swear to Merlin." Ophelia rolled her eyes before laughing.

"Let's head inside." Harry put his arm around his aunt and pulled her into the bright kitchen of the Manor.

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not align with my beliefs; I use her world and characters and make it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: Hello! This is chapter four I know me posting daily makes me look like a good productive writer but I'm far from it, as I have written previously on my page; this story is also up on AO3, so if you have the time, I would be thrilled if you could leave kudos on it! Please leave a comment; I would love to hear your opinions!

Love, Raven <3

Masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Chapter 4: The Boy Who Lived

Harry did what his father suggested. The next day, he went home, made himself a cup of tea, and sat down to watch the next tape. He stared at it for a few seconds, the date written on it specifically before he put it in the player. The TV was taken over by static, and slowly, the face of his aunts blinked into view. 

"It is the 3rd of November 1981, Hello Harry." Her smile was wide, still healing scars littering her face. Her hair was messily pulled back, she wore a loose red knitted sweater, her right hand with which she was waving at the camera bandaged. 

Harry could recognize the background even though his aunt took up most of the screen, she was in the Manor once again.

"So a lot has happened as you could imagine." She looked around for a second before letting go of the camera and sitting. 

She was in the backyard of the Manor sitting exactly where Harry and his father had been the day before. Harry could recognize the light blue backdoor and the planters sitting under the windows.

"My letter reached McGonagall somewhat in time. She and Mad-Eye got there just as Voldemort arrived." She sat on the top step of the porch knees pulled to her chest. "James and Lily didn't want to talk about it so all I know is from McGonagall. Umm, she said that they found all of you in the living room just chatting with Peter. As soon as they appeared Peter began to run, Mad-Eye chased after him and hit him with a curse, it hadn't been pretty, they say only one of his fingers was left behind." She looked away from the camera staring off into the garden.

A shiver ran through Harry at the mention of that clenching his teeth together. It was over now, he thought,  everyone was safe.

"McGonagall stuck behind to keep you all safe-" She paused for a second closing her eyes. "-That's when they heard him. He had snuck in and went upstairs to you, Peter somehow let him in. He used the killing curse. It went off just as the three of them got upstairs." She opened her eyes, confusion evident on her face. "But, by some miracle, nothing happened."

She scotted closer to the camera looking into it with an almost crazed grin on her face. "I don't know how, no one knows how but the love everyone feels for you has made a protective barrier around you." She let out a chuckle looking up for a few seconds before she looked back down teary-eyed. "The curse rebounded and hit Voldemort." She began to laugh again as she wiped her face clean of tears.

"You killed him, Harry! Can you believe the irony of this?! The Dark Lord defeated by a baby who has been accidentally magically protected by LOVE?!" She fell backward from her laughter trying to catch her breath. She panted for a few moments before shooting back up.

"And here we are! The war has officially ended, and you're famous now, The Boy Who Lived!" She was grinning wildly into the camera her hair all messy from her moving around.

And Harry couldn't help but grin the same way. Alright, he knew it was going to be a happy ending, but still, it felt nice to hear it too. 

"It isn't all over, of course, sadly it doesn't work like that, but we are over the worst of it now."

She was still gently panting her smile softer now, a more serious glint in her eyes, but it was obvious that nothing could ruin her mood.

"They have already caught Bella, Crabbe, and Mulciber. Their trial will be next week. That's when our trial will be taking place too." She had found a small flower peeking through the floorboards and began playing with it as she continued.

"I'm not scared, I know we are innocent and won't be charged. I'm more nervous about the real death eaters. The Malfoys will be the day after us. Lucius would deserve to go to Azkaban, but poor sweet Narcissa wouldn't. I already decided to testify for her, no one else of course." She took a deep breath before looking back up. "Everyone is alright now, well physically but I feel like that's normal. We just need some time I think."

She smiled again and Harry could see his aunt come back to life. "We'll be alright now." And with that, the screen turned black.

Harry reached for the eject button and looked at the last tape that remained. He changed it out and pressed play slowly arranging them back in the box.

The TV once again was turned over by static before the video started playing.

There was no introduction.

No date was said, but of course, there was no need for that.

Harry watched as his whole family sang Happy Birthday to him. He sat in a high chair, a small party hat on his head. Behind him, his parents stood his mother leaning down slightly to hold the tiny baby back from the candles on his small cake, his father screaming the song at the top of his lungs.

On the left next to Lily Remus and Sirius stood, the former tightly hugging the latter to his side as they watched the happy babbling baby.

On the right next to James Ophelia was singing and clapping, Barty stood behind her holding Elanna in one hand the baby clapping along with her mother with his other he held his aunt by her waist a giant smile decorating his face.

The rest of the group could be seen in front of them. On the left of the screen were Mary, Pandora, and Marlene while on the right Regulus, Evan, and Dorcas stood singing along happily.

Harry could hear the deep voice of Hagrid in the back along with the soft singing of McGonagall.

He could hear the Weasleys, Frank and Alice, and his grandparents.

The boy couldn't help but tear up at the sight as happy tears rolled down his face he was just on the floor of Grimmauld's place and cried with joy and love.

The video crackled for a second and Harry was scared it had broke before the face of his aunts took over the screen once more.

"Well, I don't think I'll ever give these to you." She was sitting in Grimmauld as well on the floor of her room, next to the bed. He could see the familiar box next to her filled with the tapes. "I'm glad I made them." She looked down at the one in her lap before lifting her gaze to the camera once more. "Happy Birthday Harry, we love you so much." She sent a kiss to the camera before turning it off one last time.

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not align with my beliefs; I use her world and characters and make it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: Hello! This is chapter three, as I have written previously on my page. This story is also up on AO3, so if you have the time, I would be thrilled if you could leave kudos on it! Please leave a comment; I would love to hear your opinions!

Love, Raven <3

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Chapter 3: The ball and its aftermath

When he picked up the videos again it was after he had spent some time with his friends. It had been a nice day by a lake near the burrow. It had only been his friends and him sunbathing, swimming, and eating. No crowd to scream for an autograph no memories of war old or recent. Harry couldn't stop thinking about the last videos he had seen and what could come next. So after a nice day spent in nothing but love, he went home and hyped himself up to watch another tape. He sat down and looked for the first tape in 1981. With the smell of sun and grass still in his nose and the warm touches and laughter of his friends fresh in his mind he started the tape.      “It is the 27th of October 1981.” She is sitting in a room that seems to be a bit dingy. 

Harry couldn't help but swallow hard with the closeness of that day. He knew it was bound to come up soon enough on one of these videos but he didn't expect it to come so soon. But what surprised him, no made him sick to his stomach was the sight of a tiny bundle in her hands.

Moonlight shines on her pale face which is covered in half-healed cuts. Her hair is pulled back in a loose low bun a few strands framing her skeletal appearance. She is wearing a black tank top again which shows her skinny frame the new and bright cuts and bruises on it and the disgusting black splotch that is the fading dark mark. Her skin is red and irritated around it like the tattoo is fighting back against the potion that is meant to make it fade out or she has been scratching at it again.

“Hi, Harry.” Her voice is horse and she needs a second to clear her throat after the initial hello. Her eyes look lost not knowing where to look but when they connect with the camera they look empty of the previous shine they had.

"So umm, let me address the baby in the room first." She looks down and suddenly her face is overtaken by a giant smile. She looks like her old self again. "Let me introduce you to your cousin, Elanna Circe Crouch. Our little surprise." She looked up then and lifted the baby towards the camera.  Elanna was sleeping peacefully like nothing ever happened like she hadn't spent the first months of her life surrounded by death eaters.

"Well, it wasn't easy of course before you ask. I didn't know I was pregnant for a while. Barty wanted to bolt immediately but we had to stay. If we wanted you and Elanna to grow up peacefully we had to finish it." She was staring at her daughter's face with such adoration. "After Cissy found out I wasn't allowed to participate in anything dangerous, The Dark Lord was delighted to have a tiny baby born into being a death eater, While it made me sick to my stomach. Of course, Cissy had Draco as well so Elanna would be the second baby but still." She took a deep breath before she continued.   

“So it is after the Death Ball. We did it, stole the locket, and escaped from the Manor.” She looks up to her right for a second and now you can see she is sitting next to a bed on the floor.

“We all got hurt, of course not Elanna. Some of us are in worse shape than others. Barty has been unconscious for the past two days, he got hit with Snivolluse’s new curse when we used the Portkey to protect the two of us, Evan and I could barely hold onto him, and he got splinched during travel too. He lost a lot of blood. We patched him up as best we could with what we have here on hand, Reggie is the best with healing magic but he is not half as good as Padfoot or Madam Pomfrey.”

She looks back to the camera once again the cuts making more and more sense as minutes go past and a story gets told. “Dorcas was cut as well, not as bad as Barty thank Merlin. Evan and I got out easy, with only a few bruises and cuts. Lucius fired the Cruciatouse at Reggie so that shook him up pretty good but other than that, we are alive at least.” She starts playing with the blanket around Elanna, a nervous habit.

“Lily and James are already at the safe house with you. I don’t know who the secret keeper is, I was gone while they left.” She swallows hard before she visibly hardens herself. “But I saw Peter at the ball. He was lurking in the kitchens hidden away from everyone stuffing his pig face.”

Her form starts to visibly shake now what seems to be with anger. “His sleeve was rolled up, he was sporting the Darkmark like it was nothing. Like he was proud of that thing.” Tears were rolling down her face but she angrily whipped at them to get rid of the evidence of hurt on her face.

“Voldemort went down there just as I was spying. My dreams weren’t only nightmares they WERE premonitions. I heard them talking. Reggie and I were sneaking away to the basement to get the port key to the cave with Kreacher." She paused, took another deep breath, and continued.

"I already sent Nolex out in his raven form. Sent the letter to McGonagall, with a vial of my and Reggie's memory of it. I don’t trust Dumbledore anymore, at least not as much as I used to. He is using you Potters for some stupid fucking prophecy bullshit. I heard about it at the ball. Voldemort was talking about it with Bellatrix and Lucius before we snuck away.” Her voice never rises above normal but anger and venom are thick on her tongue.

“I hope it isn’t Peter. Please Merling don’t let it be him.” Her head falls into her hands now and she takes a few breaths before raising it again her eyes are red and puffy from crying but the tears are gone now. “Moony and Pads had a big fight while I was gone. Kreacher ratted them out. Moony is away on one of his secret missions again and Pads is working directly under Dumbledor which I don’t like. And now that Prongs and I were out of the picture to keep the peace. Yeah, you can imagine the falling out they had.” 

Harry had heard about the fight before. It was during the war when he first got mixed up with the Order of Phoenix, Harry had been unable to sleep once again so he went down for a drink. Sirius and Remus were fighting in the kitchen late at night after everyone had gone to sleep. Low shouts and past accusations rang quietly through the room and the guilt of losing Wormtail and Voldemort coming back because of it made tensions rise high. His father and aunt had woken up as well and slipping past Harry the two stepped in and made everything better with gentle reassurance and calming words. His uncles were truly lost without these two. 

"The other girls are probably at Hogwarts although we haven't heard anything from them." She once again looked up at the bed which Harry now assumed held Barty on it.

"I hope Nolex reaches McGonagall fast enough." Tears started once again and she couldn't control them anymore. "I should have told her sooner. She would always believe me, but I was just so scared of her thinking I was crazy, just as Remus did." She rubs her arms in a self-soothing gesture staring at the ground.

"We can't leave Grimmauld, I can feel the dark magic outside. Someone is watching us, they are watching the house. They can't see it because of the magic but they know the house has to be somewhere here. Bellatrix probably remembers the street but we were always the ones bringing them inside. Aunt Walburga hated people knowing where she lived." She now looks more up to the side where Harry guesses the window could be. "

I just want everything to go back to normal." She looks back to the camera and slowly lifts her arm to turn it off. 

Harry had taken another break from the tapes.

He had a meeting with McGonagall about a possible job as a DADA teacher at Hogwarts and slept over at the Manor once more. It had been late at night and his mother had already gone to bed a few hours ago. James and Harry sat on the back porch of the manor with glasses of fire whisky.

"I found something interesting at Grimmauld." Harry started making James look towards his son. "Well, there's a lot of interesting stuff at that place." James was unsure where this conversation could be going. He knew there was a lot of dark stuff in that house and he truly didn't want to think about Padfoot's room and what he could be hiding in there still.

"I found a box of tapes from Auntie Whisk in her room and a camera." He said lowly swirling the ice around in his whisky. "Oh, she still kept those? I thought she would have thrown them out after the war ended." James put his glass down leaning back on his hands and staring up at the star-covered sky.

"Did you watch them?" He continues being afraid of the answer.

Whisk went a little crazy during the war.

She had to go through a lot of therapy to be her old self. Of course, the boys could never blame her, they all went a little insane during those times. But the torture she had to go through there was something none of them could imagine. Being able to hear every thought of everyone there being a legilimens at a place like that could have been horrible, not to mention her birthing a child into that place. "Yeah, I have about two or three more left. I'm at the one before that day." Harry's voice is quite like it used to be when he did something stupid as a child. "Oh." Was all James could respond with running his hands through his hair. "She knew it was Wormtail the entire time."

Harry continued staring at the ice in the glass. "You cannot blame her, no one believed a thing she said." James' voice sounded guilty as the words rang through the back garden of the Potter Manor. "She had told Moony about the dreams but by that point, she had gotten a little too, well how should I say this?" 

"Too Black?" Harry looked at his father now who only chuckled with a hurt smile on his face. "Yes, we can say that." He got quiet again for a few seconds before continuing. "You should watch the rest tomorrow. It's a happy ending I promise."

They both let out similar giggles as James shoved his son lightly. As their laughter died down and the comfortable silence blanketed them James sat back up and downed his whisky. Harry looked at his father curiously sitting up straight as well.

"Dad?"

His voice was soft as he scooted closer to him putting a hand on his shoulder. "Whisk saved our lives, and I never even really thanked her. I was just so relieved when Mad-eye and Minnie appeared and then the curse still hit you and we thought you were dead and yet you're here." James now turned to his son and held his face in his hands. "I could have lost you so many times Bambi."

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not align with my beliefs; I use her world and characters and make it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: Hello! This will be the second chapter of my little fic. I have finally figured out what to do with it and how to continue it, so I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment; I would love to hear your opinions!

Love, Raven <3

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Chapter 2: Baby deers and rotting rats

It had been a day since Harry had found his aunt's tapes. Last night he had fallen asleep watching tape number 10. They all have been pretty happy-go-lucky up until now.  

“It is the 5th of April 1980, hi baby Harry!” Her voice sounds tired and she is back in the bathroom once again sitting next to a low and light. She wears a tank top now her arms filled with cuts and bruises a few fresh mixed into the already healing ones.

“Sorry for the get up! It’s currently the middle of the night once again half past two this time. I couldn’t sleep and I thought this would make me feel better. It’s only Lily, Pandora, Reggie, and I at the Manor now. Everyone else left for different missions. Your dad and Sirius are in London hunting for Deatheaters. Barty, Evan, and Dorcas had gotten a mission from the Dark Lord himself so sadly they’re away. Remus is on one of his secret missions again, and Mary, Pandora, and Marlene are off with Alice and Frank helping Mcgonagall with the wounded of the recent attack.”

She lets out a heavy breath staring in front of her. The glow from her eyes is gone, they stare blankly into space before she lifts them back onto the camera. “I know I usually film these to show you the good side of things Harry but-“ she stops takes another deep breath and runs her hands through her hair. “-it’s sadly not always sunshine. If I live to see the day you will only get this when you are old enough.”

Her gaze suddenly hardens for a moment before it becomes scared and sad once again.

“I have talked about my dreams before, mentioning their weird prophetic nature. How Trelawney always said I could weirdly see the future. That’s all true, but the dream I had tonight.” Her eyes turn glassy as tears well up in them. “Peter was a traitor.” It comes out in a matter of words. “I-I mean I dreamt of Peter being the traitor, it all felt too real but-“ she shook her head harshly “-Pete cannot be the traitor I mean come on he is so nice and he always follows in our steps he is always so scared of change or anything big happening! He could never make decisions on his own.”

Her voice slightly raises a hysterical laugh leaving her as she harshly wipes tears from her face. “Reggie and I are going back to the Malfoy Manor next week. I stopped taking the potion a week ago, you know the one that makes the dark mark fade. We won’t stay for much, the dark lord said he is busy with other things so this is only for a week and a stupid dinner. We will have to join him in October that will be the longest time we will spend with the Deatheaters since we started on this journey.”

She pulls her knees up and rests her chin on it.

“Barty, Evan, and Dorcas will be joining us before the dark lord's ball, that will be our final night. Will make our final escape then, Reggie and I just have to steal that dumb locket. Only the two of us know about it and Kreacher of course but we made him not talk about it, he would never disobey us. We still need to figure out where to hide it, Reggie said he knows a place but didn’t want to talk more about it.” She now looks up.

“You’ll be born soon, Madam Pomfrey said so on Lily’s last check-up.” Her hand reached up to the locket rubbing her thumb over the top of it. “I would have preferred it to end before that but it’s not happening.” She scooted closer to the camera now her voice dropping to a whisper. Like this, the deep purple bags under her eyes were more visible a faint red hand mark over her throat.

“Lily and James will be moving. All of us are. It’s been sitting in our silences the dark truth of it. We won’t be together anymore.” She looked down in sorrow her face covered by the shadows around the room. “Sirius doesn’t want to admit it. We keep fighting about it but we all already have our spaces picked. Barty and I are moving back in with Dad, he hasn’t been doing too well since that attack on him and Mad-eye.”

She looked back up her eyes void of emotion darkness taking her pretty eyes.

“I won’t lose anyone else. It won’t happen again.” With that, the video ends.    

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Two days have passed since the last video he had watched.

His Mother called worried for her baby Bambi and he had no heart to deny the request for a simple dinner at the Manor. He was lured over with promises of his friend and most of his aunts and uncles.

Ophelia was there too.

His aunt ever the bright ball of starlight causing mischief with his dad and uncles. He wanted to tell her and ask a million questions about the videos, but he never got a chance to talk with her in private.

By the time he had gotten sleepy, the clock had hit midnight and his parents insisted he slept over, which he could once again not deny. So Here he was two full days later returning to the Place with extra food packed by his mother (including cookies, cooked food for two more days, and even a thermos of tea) safely stored away in the fridge by Kreacher.

He once again sat down in his room opening the box full of tapes. He had separated the tapes into multiple piles. He reached for the not-yet-watched-August pile and stared at the first tape. The label was covered in tiny hand-drawn balloons and a tiny birthday cake sat next to the date. August first it had read. The day after his birthdate. He leaned forward and popped the tape into the player.

Static sounded and the black screen was taken over by color.

“It is the first of August 1980! Baby Harry, you were born!”

The girl is wearing a lavender knitted sweater which is hanging loosely over her right shoulder black overalls covering the top. Her face is still pale, and black bags are heavy under her eyes which look tired. But her face is covered with a bright smile which hides the true nature of her well-being.

“I was there! I mean we all were! You were born in Hogwarts, we are still here but Madam Pomfrey doesn’t let us all in at once! It’s only your dad and mom with you right now! But we all saw you! You look just like your dad but those eyes, yeah they are your mother's beautiful green eyes.” She looks wistfully into the distance. “So many bad things happened recently but now here you are! Our hope and pride.”

She spins around like she is looking for someone before leaning closer to the camera. “Peter hadn’t shown up, he has been distant recently. I still don’t trust him.”

She looks around again before she takes long strides and steps out a seemingly back door.

“I still haven’t told anybody yet. I don’t know who I could but my dreams have been more and more recent and it’s all about him… It's still hard for me to tell dreams from prophecy but Peter has been haunting me for months now. I would love to tell Barty but he would kill him in an instant. And so would the others with the amount of nerves we have built up during this war.”

She leans against the wall of the castle looking up to the sky. It’s a beautiful day the sky is covered in fluffy white clouds it’s obvious that it’s a hot summer day yet the knitted sweater sits heavy on her shoulders. “Anyway,”

As she turns back to the camera the blinding secretive smile is back on her face “This week is for celebration I don’t want to think about anything else. No bad things. No Wormtail..” She sighed heavily again before turning back inside.

“Moony!” She said loudly as she dropped the camera the magical item floating into the middle of the hospital.

The thing followed her clumsily shaking as it showed the tall man lean down and lift the small girl into the air her feet dangling limply as she buried her head in his neck. “Hi, Whiskers.” He holds her tight for a few seconds before putting the girl down and ruffling her hair.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” His voice is rough he looks more tired now since the last time he had appeared in a video, two new scars breaking through his handsome face. She at least looks ashamed before a grin takes over her face again. “Nah, someone needed to stand guard over our deer family. Barty was with me though he just fell asleep halfway.”

She giggled away at her last comment but Remus’ face looked disappointed, his face never hit anger with the girl, he could never be angry at her.

“Anyway!” She pulled the camera in with her outreached right hand and grabbed Remus with the other skipping closer to the end of the hallway. “Don’t you feel nostalgic Moony?! Not for the times when you did everything alone but to the second year and on!”

She reached near the backroom and sat him down on a bed plopping next to him and floating the camera out in front.

“I do feel it.” He has a gentle smile on his face as he leans onto his knees resting his face in his palm. Harry could see his aunt's face scrunching up as she looked towards the camera for a second before turning back to Remus.

“I need to talk to you about something.” She blurts it out suddenly her voice strained her gaze looking around once again franticly. “Is everything alright?” He leans in closer his gaze flicking to the camera.

The noise suddenly cuts out as she starts whispering in his ear. Harry leans closer to the TV and even turns the sound up, but he soon has to accept that the sound has been turned off. His face grows pale first then angry and then it rests natural.

As she finishes and leans back again she reaches for the camera and it shuts off.  

Harry leaned back as he stared at the now-dark TV screen. Did his uncle Moony believe his aunt's dreams? He searched for the next August tape and only found one more making him nervous. He quickly leaned forward and started up the tape.

"It is the 18th of August."

Her voice was low and she was once again in the bathroom of the Potter Manor. She looked sickly. Face paler than usual, eyes baggier than ever before, face sunken in. She wore a tank top once again and her hair was held back in a loose braid.

"Sorry for the get-up once again Harry." She not only looks sick but sounds sick. "Today's video won't be a happy one, I'm sorry in advance."

She let out a loud sigh once again rubbing her face harshly before looking up to the camera. "We leave for the Manor tomorrow. Almost a full year undercover with the Deatheaters. Barty, Evan, and Dorcas are already there. It's only Regulus and I left once again." She keeps scratching her left forearm the harsh black inked lines of the dark mark a startling contrast to her freckled skin.

"There won't be any September or October videos, sorry. I can't risk them finding my camera or anything so I'll be leaving it all here hidden under our bed in the guest room."

Her skin is slowly turning a disgusting red around the mark but the girl doesn't even seem close to stopping. "Only Remus and Lily know where I have hidden them, I've made the promise not to tell anyone. It's only a percussion if I-" Her voice cuts out for a second before gulps "-If I die."

Her gaze hardens once again and stares at the camera.

"I'm still haunted by the images of Pettigrew. I know it's him. It has to be him. He hasn't been home in a month, lying stupidly about being away on a mission. So I asked McGonagall and she goes and says that Peter Pettigrew has not received a brand new mission for the past two months. The fucking rat!"

Her rambling takes over to real Ophelia fashion but this one is manic.

Like a true mental breakdown.

The scratching gets faster, her eyes widen, and starts to look crazed her breathing picking up in pace.

"I need hard evidence it's him. I need to show them because I know the boys won't believe me." She slows with each word before she comes to a full stop leaning forward on her hands.

She lifts her head now close to the camera her eyes look almost insane, Harry can see the crackle of anger and magic twisting the soft gaze he was used to from his aunt. "Remus called me crazy. He said they were only dreams. My head is making it up because Peter has been away the most out of us, he said. That I shouldn't accuse our friend of such things, he said. That I should keep quiet about this, he said."

Tears slowly welled up in her eyes now rolling down her cheeks in fat drops.

"I'm not crazy, Harry. I know it's him. And I will prove it to them."

She reached up and the video suddenly ended black screen taking over the TV once again.

Disclaimer: I do not support J. K and her actions do not aline with my beliefes, I am purely using her world and characters and making it my own.

Summary: Harry James Potter finds a box full of tape in an old bedroom at Grimmauld Place. The old bedroom appeared that afternoon, the name being his aunt Ophelia Lyra Black's in cursive letters on the door.

a/n: This is my first fanfiction, and I'm still not fully sure where this will be headed but if you guys enjoy this world and the way I write these characters, I might write a story about my OC Ophelia growing up at Hogwarts with the others. So please leave a comment, I would love to hear your opinions!

Love, Raven <3

Masterlist

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Chapter 1: The secret under the bed

Harry had been staying at Grimmauld Place ever since the war had ended. It wasn’t against his parents, but he felt like he needed a break from everyone, and since the order hadn’t used this place for over a year now, his godfather happily passed the house onto him for the time being. 

Harry had been busying himself with exploring the dark house that is Grimmauld Place, although he was given a list of forbidden rooms he wasn’t allowed into. But the more time he spent in the house, the more he realized that years of dark magic had made the Place more alive than himself. Rooms changed places sometimes, some doors led to nowhere, and some rooms appeared out of thin air. 

One of these rooms was where he found the most entertaining thing in the house so far. The door appeared near Sirius’ and Regulus’ room one afternoon. The name on the door read “ Ophelia Lyra Black”,  his aunt, Harry put together immediately, although surprised by the Black last name. The name was displayed in gorgeous black cursive writing.

When Harry entered the room he could immediately smell strong lavender candles burning on a shelf. The room was pretty bare considering it was his aunts. Only a bed, a few bookshelves, and a desk and chair took up space in the dimly lit place. A thick coat of dust covered everything, it was clear that this room hadn't been used in a while.

Harry searched around the room not finding anything interesting until he looked under the bed. A giant box was pushed into the darkness of the space and Harry had to crawl a little under it to reach it. He sat against the bed with the box in his lap gently opening it up.

It was filled with a bunch of cassettes a smaller camera lying next to it. He reached for it softly turning it around in his hands before finding where the opening was. He pushed on it popping it open seeing that it had no cassettes in it yet.

He looked back in the box searching around and checking the different dates on the tapes before finding the earliest one. He looked around the room not finding any VHS players so grabbing the box he hurried into his room in the Place. He put the tape into the player turning on his TV before he sat against his bed on the floor.

The film crackled for a second before his aunt came into view messing around with the camera.     

"Is it working?" Her voice was quiet as she turned the machine around a few times before a grin crossed her face. "I am a genius!" She sang before letting go of the camera.

“It is currently the 15th of March 1980, oh sorry the 16th now as it is one in the morning!”

The camera floats in place. The low light of the small bathroom makes her face paler than usual but the bright smile across her face makes her face radiant. She sits on the floor of the bathroom at the Potter Manor criss-cross. Her feet are clad in longer Gryffindor socks that reach up to her knees, she has a pair of bigger black shorts hanging loosely on her hips paired with an oversized Slytherin quidditch sweater with the name Crouch written in big bold white letters.

“My name is Ophelia Lyra Watson or as my friends call me Whiskers, we celebrated three birthdays today! Prongs’, Moony’s, and Mary’s, all of the March babies are down for the month and today was the day we got the big news of you! Our hope and joy in this merlin awful world at the moment.” She took a deep breath and tucked a strand of purple-toned black hair behind her ear, gentle tears shining in her eyes.

Harry stared at the screen with a smaller grin a chuckle escaping him for the first time in forever.

“So hello baby Potter! I would gladly call you by your name but Lily and James are still fighting over which one it should be! My vote is with Harry because the name Arnold-“ she pauses and looks up to think before leaning closer “-and sorry to all Arnolds-“ she lets out a low giggle before leaning back once again “-but it is a terrible name! So for now we’ve been calling you Bambi! Yes, your dad and your Uncle Sirius came up with it. Sorry, Bambi, I’m rambling over here.” 

His aunt never mentioned anything like this before. She was always creative with her gifts but this was amazing, Harry thought. One of the best things she had ever made and it was hidden away under a bed in a hidden room. As the video went on Harry started laying out the rest of the tapes in order, paying close attention to the younger version of his aunt.

She put her head in her hands before lightly slapping her cheeks to shake herself out of her ramble.

“So! I was thinking and with a whole war going on and with the uncertain future the best thing would be to document everything from now on! Remus and I charmed a muggle camera, it was pretty easy growing up with my dad and everything. But I just wanted something permanent for you to see all the people who love you so much and think of you as their hope in these dark times!”

Suddenly there is a gentle knock on the door which makes her look up.

“ Lia? You okay in there?” A male voice echoes quietly through the silent night making her reach for her wand which has been the light source in the small room. She muttered a few words before placing her wand down again the doorlock clicking as it opened. A tall man stands there lean with well-built muscles, a messy head of brown hair, and a pair of black shorts hanging low on his hips.

Harry immediately recognized his uncle, Barty, although he looked a lot more boyish in the video.

 “Hi, doofus.” His voice is heavy with sleep as he crosses his arms.

“Hello, Loverboy.” The tone is gentle in both cases filled with love and care.

“Watcha doin’?” He pushes himself away from the door frame and squats down behind her closing the door behind them. The space is crammed with the two of them behind each other. Even though the manor was giant it still had smaller bathrooms on the guest corridors.

“I am filming a video for baby Bambi.” She elongates her words trying to gain time between each of them feeling awkward at getting caught even if it is him. “A video?” His question is filled with confusion being a pureblood made him curious to muggle inventions. “Yes! It’s moving pictures with sound and everything! I thought I could make them for Bambi if-“ Her words get caught in her throat. 

Harry is slowly starting to get why the videos have been hidden away.

She leans back against the man who on instinct puts his arms around her running his hands up and down her arms. “-I just want him to see his future family. Our little makeshift gathering of people.” She looked up at him receiving a kiss on the forehead. “You think it’s a stupid idea?”

The man only shakes his head and after another kiss looks at the floating device.

“Umm hi, Bambi. Merlin, I still think that’s a stupid nickname even for you guys. My name is Barty Crouch Jr. I’m your Auntie Ophelia’s partner! We are all really happy about you, I’m sure your parents are nervous but we can handle a baby can't we? There is like what-“ he looks up in thought and mumbles numbers as he counts their small found family “13 of us? We can handle one tiny wizard.”

He looked back to Ophelia who was smiling up at him. “Did I do that right?” He had a lopsided goofy grin on his face but the need for validation still shone behind his eyes.

“Perfect. So, Bambi, we all cannot wait to meet you! Your mom said she is about four months pregnant which will make you a summer baby! I’ll introduce everyone tomorrow, I promise.” She leaned close to the camera once again holding it with one hand.

“We already love you so much, Bambi.” A gentle smile crosses both their faces before the video cuts off.    Harry stared at the now black screen with a grin across his face. He immediately started searching for the next tape in order and as soon as he found it he changed the two and leaned back holding onto the first one.   “It is the 17th of March 1980 and I’m still Auntie Ophelia.”

She still looks pale but the glow of the early spring sun makes her skin more healthy looking. Freckles litter her face dark blueish purple eyes now in full glow. She has her hair half up and out of her face.

She is now wearing a grey knitted sweater half of it hanging off her right shoulder the white tank top peeking out from under it a golden locket previously hidden by the drowning green sweater now on full display. She has barely any makeup on roundish glasses sitting on her nose.

“As I promised I am introducing everyone to you today so let’s go over the list!” She starts walking down a long staircase portraits hanging on the wall talking among themselves. 

Harry can recognize the staircase of the Potter Manor from anywhere. The woman in the video skillfully avoids the one part of a stair that would set off an alarm and continues down into the main area.  

“First up is of course the precious people who made you!” She arrives down in a sitting area walks past chattering people and walks into a kitchen. The camera isn’t floating this time she is holding it with her right hand. She turns around with it and a ginger woman comes into view. 

Harry softly smiles at the sight of his mother.

She has a blue sweater on with a V-neck her hair is pulled into a low bun, and baby hairs frame her face. She has a surprised look on her face with a camera being presented to it, held by her friend. “This is your beautiful and wonderful mother Lily Evans!” Lily looks at her with a weird smile.

“Ophie what in God's name is this?” She laughs in shock as she looks back to the camera still filming them. “This is a video series I am filming for your soon-to-be-born baby boy! I thought it would be a good idea! You know show them to him when he is older?” As she goes on her voice goes quieter anxiety sitting on her face. “Aww that is a lovely idea darling.” She holds her face with one hand and plants a big kiss on the side of her head making Ophelia blush.

“Wait what is this?” A male voice comes in loud and brash as he pushes in between the girls. He has a mess of black hair circle glasses sitting on his nose, he wears a deep maroon shirt with a black plaid shirt over it.

Harry can now recognize his Father. He is starting to miss the two of them.

 “This, Bambi, is your dumbass of a father James Fleamunt Potter, or as we like to call him Prongs.” James swept the girl up making her screech and giggle before he put her back down dropping his hand over her shoulder.

“Is this that moving picture thing?” He looks back to Lily who only nods a huge smile on her face. “Hi, Bambi! It’s me your cool and awesome dad! I can’t wait to meet you, Buddy!” Before he could continue Ophelia ducked out of his arm with a laugh. “Okay okay, I’m stopping you there because I know this will never end otherwise!”

She stepped back into the sitting area where people’s chatter could be heard. She walked from one couch to the other and with a tap of her wand floated the camera out a little bit in front of two men sitting down close to each other. She put her arms over them leaning onto the couch before she looked back up at the floating camera. The room slowly went quiet everyone now looking at her. “

This right here is your Uncle Sirius Orion Black or Padfoot if you will, he is a bit crazy but we love him for it.” She pats the black-haired man's head before putting her other hand over the tall lanky scar-faced one.

“And this darling sweetheart is your Uncle Remus John Lupin or Moony as we lovingly call him the gentle giant of our friend group!” 

They both look so young, Harry thinks. Everyone did if he wanted to be honest with himself. This was the earlier period of the war, he remembers his father telling him about these times. There were no real scars on their faces from battle, Their eyes were still so full of light, no sign of the trauma that was to come.

She pushed the camera to the right a chubby boyish man coming into view. “And this here is your Uncle Peter Pettigrew or Wormtail! The quiet one of us but he still has enough mischief in him!” 

Harry froze at the sight of the traitor. He looked like a boy still. No real signs that he was a rat. Just sitting among them and being introduced as his uncle. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched on.

She pulled the camera back to her holding it once again.

“And we are the Marauders! I mean your Dad, uncles, and I! Your mom is a part of another friend group of mine all the girlies, the school we go to, and where you will study in the future, Hogwarts, students called us the Valkerys there, which is pretty freaking awesome if you ask me!”

She rounds the corner ignoring the questions from the three boys on the couch. The camera floats once again and shows the other couch now. A pair of women come into view cuddled together on the couch. First, she points at the black girl. Her box braided hair is pulled up into a high ponytail her eyes a dark chocolate colored framed with sharp eyeliner. She arches a curious eyebrow looking up at the girl.

“This is Auntie Dorcas Meadowes! She is a real force to be reckoned with! A silent hunter and curse expert!” She then points to the wolfcut blonde who can hardly keep up the uninterested face she is making. “And this is your Auntie Marlene Mckinnon! Rockstar and real-life rebel!”

She pushes the camera over once again and another pair of girls come into view. Next in line is another black girl, lighter-skinned than the previous one her hair short natural curls framing her face. “This is Auntie Mary Mcdonald fashion icon and makeup enthusiast!” She pointed at the surprised blonde big blue eyes staring at the camera.

Harry almost sits surprised thinking it is Luna but soon realizes the truth of it.

“And this is your Auntie Pandora Rosier! Our lonesome Ravenclaw potion master!”

She picks up the camera again now skipping over to the two last armchairs not far from each other the group is still shocked into silence from the happenings around them. She rounds the first one and leans down next to a similar-faced boy to Sirius pale skin and black hair.

“This is Uncle Regulus Black! Our prim and proper astrology nerd!” She bounds over to the other armchair two people sitting on it the familiar figure of the last video sitting on the armrest in the chair itself a blonde man, very similar-looking to Pandora sits with confusion written on his face as well.

“This is Uncle Evan Rosier, dueling genius and of course, you already know your Uncle Barty!” He has a gentle smile on his face once again looking at his girlfriend fly around the space happily.

“Your last three uncles, Pandora and Dorcas make up the Serpents! The last group of friends our small family is made up of!” She stands tall now smiling at the camera.

“What is this again?” It’s Dorcas who breaks their silence her deeper tone asking the gentle question, it was an unwritten rule between them all that Pandora, Mary, and Ophelia needed to be protected at all costs.

“It’s a video series for baby Bambi!” She turns to them all now her body electric with the anxiety of disapproval. “For what?” The question from Regulus isn’t harsh it’s curious if anything. “So he can see us! So he can see our love for him, you know. So he can see… the real us.”

She looks down for a moment before a radiant smile crosses her face again. “Anyway! Bambi this is your family! There is a lot of us and you still don’t know Molly and Arthur or Frank and Alice! Or our wonderful Minnie Mcgonagall but you will see them all in time I promise! Don’t forget we all already love you so much!”

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