Ner words in this chapter: 2,235
"English"
'Thinking'
„Slovak"
{Talking on the Floocall/through two-way-mirror/through Patronus}
—Parseltongue—
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter VIII
–True Seer–
Thursday, 31 July 1969
FP's POV
"Honestly, Fleamont. Can't believe you insulted a Lord to the point of needing to visit him as a family." Euphemia reprimanded.
Fleamont didn't reply as he held the flower vase in his hands and as they entered Dolohov House. Healer Dolohov hurried to join them and frowned at seeing Fleamont, his son James and his brother Charlus, before he nodded. Somehow the three male Potters were confusing to the Healer, but not the two females...
"Lord Slytherin said you might show up. Come, the party is over here."
The Potters followed the Healer into the hall where the Lord Slytherin's children were playing eagerly.
"Dad?" James asked and Fleamont nodded before the boy run towards the older and blue-haired boy. The other looked back surprised and his hair shaped colours out of his control.
A Metamorphmagus...
"The Potter Family I believe." A British voice put in and it was then that Fleamont saw Lord Peverell for the first-time, finally understanding why so many people believed him to be a Potter although he was black-haired and green-eyed instead of brunet. "I'm Harry Karkaroff, the Lord of the Peverell Family." He put in. "Is that a lily flower's vase?"
"Lord Slytherin said it was your favourite." Fleamont agreed, but made no move to offer it as he realized how fragile the fellow Wizard looked and not commenting how hard it had been to get one in such a hurry.
Karkaroff smiled back and looked towards the side.
"Boys!" Immediately the blue-haired and the two toddlers were by his side. The mid-brother was a mixture between Lord Slytherin with his brunet looks and aristocrat looks, but at the same time he had soft features from Lord Peverell and his messy hairstyle. Now the youngest brother? He was practically a copy of his Dad, but had more strict facial features and his black hair was manageable which he obviously inherited from Lord Slytherin. "Children, this is the Potter Family. They gifted me a vase with a flower. Do you know what it is?"
The trio looked and somehow could tell immediately, just like their Dad had.
"Lily!" The mid-brother agreed and the blue-haired stepped forward, accepting it for his Dad. "Daddy's favourite."
Dorea smiled down at the boys.
"Want help storing your Dad's new flower, Sweeties?" She offered and they nodded, walking away with her.
The youngest though stayed by their Dad's side, peeking back from behind his legs.
"I take it that one is yours?" Lord Peverell asked.
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