Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all characters and original Roswell/HP verse settings belong to other very lucky people.
Pairings/Couples/Category: UC/Crossover. Liz, Alex, Tess, and Ava will be the main characters from the Roswell verse although Michael, Isabel, and Kyle all have their parts to play. Max and Maria will also be mentioned from time to time. From the HP side of things the main characters will be Blaise, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Luna, although many other characters will be used. As for pairings…well that would be telling! (Although I can promise no canon pairings for either verse)
Rating: Teen for now, will probably delve into Mature at some point.
Warnings: Starts pre series and will continue hopefully through all books. Not sure how much of the books I’ll keep intact since I’ll be mostly focusing on relationships, character and culture development. It will be all HP verse, no aliens here. Will contain violence and romance as the story progresses.
Summary: Connecting moments of certain Roswell characters growing up in the HP verse and the relationships and lives that are changed as a result - a darker, highly political, more in depth view of the Wizarding world and the complexities of its culture.
Author's Note: The characters in this story are going to act and speak in a more mature fashion than most would expect given their ages. I believe this is justified by their upbringings and the expectations placed upon them, but if you have specific criticisms, please feel free to give me your opinion.
Blood
Liz bit down on the urge to fidget, her small, round face solemn as she sat perfectly still on the heavily embroidered chair. Blaise sat in the chair next to her, his face equally stoic, as they listened to the seemingly light conversation between their mother and Mrs. Malfoy. They understood bits of it, family intrigues and political gossip, and the rest would come with time, as important as magic to the pureblood circles they’d been born into.
Mr. Malfoy strode into the room, his spine straight and his robes falling with stern grace around him. A petite blond boy followed at his heels and a quicksilver smile flashed over his face as he saw Liz and Blaise before he hid once more behind his well-learned regal expression. “Good afternoon, Imelda, children,” Mr. Malfoy greeted, placing a hand on Mrs. Malfoy's shoulder and smiling benignly at all of them. Well, as benignly as Mr. Malfoy was capable of.
“Hello, Lucius,” their mother responded with a reserved smile and Liz and Blaise murmured similar greetings.
“Why don't you show them your new books, Draco; we'll send Dobby for you when it's time for lunch,” Mr. Malfoy suggested by way of command, gently pushing Draco toward the other two children.
Liz and Blaise looked to their mother for permission and she gave them a proud smile and a nod. Rising to their feet, they followed Draco out of the room at a sedate pace that in no way betrayed their inner eagerness.
The moment they were out of sight, and hearing range, of the adults, Draco rounded on them, his silver eyes gleaming with silent laughter. “At last the Zabinis return! I thought your mother would never come back from her latest honeymoon.”
Blaise rolled his eyes and Liz sighed. “Husband number five wanted to see the entire wizarding world, or at least the ‘civilized’ portions; it was a long trip.”
Draco wrinkled his nose in clear distaste. “I notice that he's not with you today.”
“He decided to join a Tibetan monastery and leave all of his worldly possessions to mother,” Blaise said dryly. “When we left, he looked very content meditating in the monastery's garden.”
“How...tragic for your mother to be abandoned so callously,” Draco responded with careful diplomacy, earning a chuckle from Liz and a snort from her brother. “Shall we retire to the library to distract you from your grief at losing another stepfather, even though this one is still breathing?” he continued with earnest sincerity.
Blaise gave him a crude, two fingered salute he'd learned from observing muggles and Liz laughed again, grabbing both of their hands and tugging them toward the stairs. “Come on, there's a spell I found last time that I didn't get to try and I want to see if my core is strong enough to power it yet.”
“And what does this glorious spell do?” Draco queried as the boys allowed themselves to be tugged along, more than willing to indulge Liz's enthusiasm for magic. They still had more than a year left before they would attend Hogwarts, two in Liz's case, and all were determined to live up to their families' heritage.
“It lets you turn any potion into a fine mist that is sprayed from your wand so that you can affect an entire room, or at least, those in your immediate vicinity,” Liz responded, her dark eyes flashing with fascination. “There are so many possibilities.”
Draco laughed and Blaise shook his head with a mock sigh. “Mother will be pleased that one of us took after her. I know she already has you brewing some of the potions she sells.”
Liz nodded, then curved her bottom lip into a dejected pout. “But only the legal ones. She hasn't taught me any recipes for the others yet.”
“You're only nine,” Draco told her, in the tone one uses to state the blindingly obvious. “She probably wants you to hit your magical maturity before you start risking Azkaban.”
Liz gave them a smile tinged with deviltry. “I'm sure I can talk her into teaching me some of them sooner than that.” Her face darkened. “After all, I'll need something to do while you two are away at school”
The two boys exchanged glances and then tugged on her hands, halting her steps as they both wrapped an arm around her in a threeway hug. “It's only one year,” her brother told her consolingly.
“And we'll write every day,” Draco promised. “And come home every holiday.”
Liz hugged them back and then pulled away, her expression calm although her eyes glittered fiercely. “You'd better, now come on; I intend to have the highest potions scores since Snape himself.”
Both boys chuckled as they resumed walked toward the Manor's library. “Mother won't be pleased unless you place higher than he did – she never liked him,” Blaise said with a slight smirk. “He tried to advise her on a potion once; I'm amazing he's still breathing.”
Draco shot him an icy look, ruined by the amusement glinting in his grey eyes. “That's my godfather whose death you're discussing so cavalierly.”
Liz grinned at him, having once again banished her frustration over their age difference. “And your godfather is an arrogant, greasy berk. A brilliant berk, but arrogant and greasy nonetheless. Between his inattention to hygiene and the foolish decision to brandish that arrogance in front of Imelda Zabini, it is amazing that Mother didn't arrange something painfully fatal for him.”
“Of course, aside from herself, she does consider him to be one of the world's best potioneers,” Blaise interjected. “And Mother certainly isn't willing to teach at Hogwarts. So she may have left him alive for practical reasons.”
“Just don't let him hear you mention anything of the sort,” Draco said with a smirk. “Or you may be the ones ingesting something painfully fatal.”
Liz nodded thoughtfully. “It would be difficult for me to accomplish my goals of total academic domination if the Potions Master is trying to kill me. Don't worry, Draco, I shall be more respectful than you.”
Draco frowned, looking as if he wasn't sure if he should feel insulted or reassured, and Blaise chuckled, then pushed them both through the doorway of the library, which they had finally reached. “Come on you two, I'd like to get some reading in before they fetch us for lunch.”
“Since when are you so academically inclined?” Draco asked him curiously as Liz left them behind to find the book she'd mentioned earlier.
Blaise snorted. “I am the least academically inclined of the three of us and quite content to stay that way. But I saw a book your father had about the building of Hogwarts and I thought we might find something interesting in there. Who knows what's been forgotten in a castle that old?”
Draco's eyes lit up and the two boys exchanged a conspiratorial grin as they followed Liz into the stacks. Heritage had more than one perk, and all three of them were going to leave their mark on Hogwarts.