The war ended leaving death and misery in its wake. Two hearts were bleeding for the lost of its lovers. Families destroyed, lives ruined. When someone takes pity on these two hearts, the opportunity to correct everything, see their loved ones again and improve the future of those who died, is an offer that they cannot refuse. But with the opportunity secrets about their inheritances are uncovered, and with it new responsibilities behind their backs. They not only have to fight with the Dark Lord, but also with the leader of light and all those who stand in their way. This story is a translation from Spanish by @fuerzadelmar. I discharge the responsibility: The world of Harry Potter does not belong to me as well as its characters, there are some invented, but very few. The author just plays with the plot Warning: this story unfolds during Harry's sixth year (war develops before), there's mention of gay couples and possible m.pre, if you don't like it don't read it.

The Roseblood Clan. Three thousand years worth of magic cursing through their people's blood. Long before the Bennetts, before the Travellers, The Other Side and the Ancestors, there had been the Roseblood clan. Witches forged from the dying breath of a dragon in the centre of Scotland. The blood of the dragon was the legacy of their people. Yet, stories and history could be twisted by the victors of the many battles that had plagued the clan. A war between kin had destroyed the legacy of the Roseblood Clan. After a thousand years, their rule of magic had come to a halt. For over two thousand years, a story had been spun. The story of the evil siphoner. The abomination that had ruined their line. Yet, the truth loomed, threatening to reveal the true reason as to why siphoners existed. What their true purpose was. Were they abominations, the bastards of the magical world or were they meant to take power from those undeserving to ensure it was not misused? Only the victor of the battle gets to tell the tale. Athena Flora Roseblood was far from a victor. Being a firstborn Roseblood had cursed her like many others before her. Firstborn women in their line were not meant to meet their first breath of air, they were destined to die, to be sacrificed within the womb to help empower their coven, yet for the first time in two thousand years, a firstborn woman had come screaming into the world. Athena was never been meant to be born. Her blood haunted her from the second she took her first breath, her house divided thanks to thousands of years of lies. Lies that may never come to the light of day. Fear was a powerful totem and after two thousand years of lies, it left Athena trapped within the cage created for her. The abomination, the bastard of nature, the Roseblood Siphoner. Nothing to the world but a mistake and a monster.