Aletheia ᴷ ᴹⁱᵏᵃᵉˡˢᵒⁿ

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𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℌ𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰

Normal- Present

Bold- On the screen (future)

Before anyone could say something, another note appeared, this time in Charlus' hands. She noted that it was written in a different language. A language known only to the Potters. The language of Death. [I made that up, please bear with me.]

He took a deep breath and read it.

"Dear Potters

This is to inform you that your family secret will be revealed as you proceed watching. 

Athanasios"

Henry, James, Fleamont and Charlus glanced at each as soon as he finished reading. This was bad. Extremely bad. They had the secret for over more than two centuries. Their secret getting out will make a huge impact on the Wizarding World, either good or bad. And it could change a lot, especially with everyone watching their heiress' life.

"What language was that?"

"What did the note say?"

"Who sent it?"

"How did you know it?"

These were some of the many questions fired by others at the four male Potters. 

Fleamont stood up, making everyone quiet. "What the note said is none of your concern as it is a family matter. And as for what language that was, you'll probably learn as we comence watching."

Once everyone was silent, the screen started again and words appear on it.

1 August 1990, Potter Villa

"So the next day." Lily stated.

A villa is shown. The villa has a beautiful garden with many different types of plants, even poisonous and harmful ones. An outdoor pool is also shown.

"This is absolutely gorgeous." Caroline admired, many others nodded as well. Even the purebloods had to agree. They themselves had their manors but this was truly beautiful.

The Mikaelson's, who had lived in castles, also felt the same. Though there were a few people *cough* Lucius, Severus *cough* who rolled their eyes, Walburga would have been one of them had Aletheia not been her granddaughter as well as a Potter. Though she did grimace.

Molly Weasley felt envious. Why did she not have money or a home like that.

"I would love to live in a place like that." Caroline sighed dreamily. 

James Potter, his father Lord Fleamont Potter and his uncle Charlus Potter are sitting Lord Potter's study.

"Father, uncle, the time has come." James says. Fleamont and Charlus look at him questioningly.

Everyone except for Aletheia, the male Potters and Damon sport same looks. Not even the girl's friends knew about what they were talking about. Lucius and Severus just glared at the screen. They did not want to be here, watching the life of Potter-brat.

"The one we have been waiting for, the fated one, the chosen one, the one marked by him, our heiress, my daughter, Aletheia Vulpecula Potter-Black."