Summary: Wanting to preserve their lines, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter along with Vinda and Falco Lestrange make a contract between their families due to the budding war and the Veela heritage in the Potter line thanks to Mia. After their daughter i...
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Prologue
"What's troubling you so, Jamie?" Monty asked, concerned. He couldn't ask more as he was overcome by a hacking cough. "Mother, Father. I don't know what to do!" James sighed despondently, running his hands through his hair with his worry for his newborn daughter. He hated burdening his sick parents with this; but they knew him too well. Besides, they were just as worried for their granddaughter as he and Lily were. A granddaughter they wouldn't get to see in person, only through pictures. Unless they wanted to risk her life; which they would never do. "I do not believe this Prophecy Dumbledore spoke of. It's too much of a coincidence." "Use the contract your father and I made with Vinda and Falco Lestrange before you were born." Euphemia whispered tiredly, reminding her son of the close friendship not only his parents had with the Lestrange family, but James, himself, as well.
His parents had been best friends with Falco Lestrange and Vinda Lestrange née Rosier while in school and had wanted to unite their houses. That hadn't happened as of yet as neither he or Basty or Rodo were carriers, and he knew Rodo hated being married to Bellatrix. Their friendship had come to an abrupt halt what with Dumbledore and his manipulations, and the Lestrange brothers being forced to take the mark when their parents' lives had been threatened. To be honest, if that had been his own parents James knew he'd have made the same decision, as it was Dumbledore didn't like that he, Lily and Sirius hadn't joined his Order of Phoenix and Remus couldn't get their reasoning so that relationship had become fragmented much to their dismay.
"I'll send them a letter." James promised his sick parents. The Healers had said they wouldn't live to see his daughter born but they had proved them wrong. But James knew their condition was worsening no matter how much he hated it. "Persephone summoned the deer you brought her. Lily had left it downstairs and next thing we know it's hovering beside us as we were putting her to bed." James told them proudly, a wide smile on his face as he spoke of his little girl. "She's going to be one powerful little girl." Monty beamed proudly. "What's this we hear about Dumbledore pressuring you and Lily to move into the cottage in Godric's Hollow?" He asked suspiciously. "He has plans set in motion. Plans that involve my little girl. I just know it. Well, it's not going to happen! I'll set up contingency plans that make sure he can't do anything to my little Angel." James declared seriously.
