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The year was 1122, a full 222 years after the founding of Hogwarts. By that time, many of the descendents of the founders had changed their names so as to receive a chance at a life anonymous. By 1122, Gryffindor’s primary line had changed its name to Potter (after a son found that he just loved working with clay). Ravenclaw had changed to White (a name chosen because a great-great grandfather of Rowena was a White). Hufflepuff was now Bones (after one too many teasings from the others about being “too soft”), and Slytherin had taken the name Riddle (one has to be sly to solve a truly Slytherin riddle after all).
Three generations down, Godric’s eldest great-grandson (Caecilius Potter) married a daughter from the White line named Aeslyn. In addition to being a woman of great beauty, Aeslyn was well known for her magical prowess and for being a true-dreamer. An angry Aeslyn’s wild magic could have a reaction hours or even days after the event. That was nothing, however, compared to what her magic caused a week after the third full moon of 1122.
That full moon, the two children of Caecilius had gone outside and found themselves in danger of the fangs of a Moon-Child. Randall managed to escape. His younger sister Elenoir, however, was bitten. Aeslyn had been out of town at the time and returned to discover her husband had cast out her precious daughter. The result was a curse/prophecy put on the Potter family by way of wild magic and a true-dream that night. Said prophecy could only be read from Aeslyn’s diary by the prophecy’s child and his wife.
The descendents of Cecil will no longer have many heirs
Every generation shall know the moon-child
Though few will know the secret
Until the One of many lands is born.
Raised by many,
He shall know no hate from the world of man
And will fight for the rights of many.
Through the line of Cecil,
Prophesy's child shall come and bring peace.
Centuries passed. The Potters had forgotten their heritage, connecting them to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw’s line. That they only had one child was assumed to be chance. No one ever guessed that magic could be involved. Then came the birth of one Harry James Potter. This child was raised calling a Lycan (a.k.a. Moon-Child) uncle. His blood was both new and old. Goblins and elves called him friend, called him family. The time had come.