AnjaniManda8
The Dark Lord should have killed Lily Potter.
Instead, he offered her mercy.
In the spring of 1980, at the height of the First Wizarding War, Lily Potter is captured while seven months pregnant and accompanied by her three-year-old daughter. Rather than execution, she is brought before Lord Voldemort himself.
And he gives her a choice.
Leave Britain. Take your husband, your children, and disappear beyond his war.
Because the Potters are not merely enemies. They are blood-bound to him through ancient magic of the Peverell line and forgotten branches of House Slytherin. Killing them would awaken forces older than the war itself.
So Lily chooses exile.
The Potters vanish to the south of France. The war fades. Years pass. Children grow.
Fourteen years later, the Triwizard Tournament returns.
Harry Potter comes back to Hogwarts.
His older sister, Eraya Nyneve Potter-Black-Beauxbatons' most brilliant witch and heiress to the ancient House of Black-returns to Britain for the tournament.
And the man who once called himself Voldemort now rules magical Britain as Minister for Magic.
Marvolo Slytherin.
Eraya remembers only one thing from the night her family was spared.
A pair of ruby-garnet eyes watching her in the dark.
Fourteen years later, she meets a man with the same gaze.
And there is something about that gaze-even now, just as there had been then-that feels almost haunting.
And in the strangest, most unsettling way...
inevitable.