Secret of the Blade - A Lily Potter story

by ShadeslayerX and Maniaclot86

N: 1. since I'm dreaming up this AU out of the maelstrom that is my head, I may not remember all authors that coined certain ideas, and I apologize in advance if i do not give due to all deserving. If any of you can recognize anything I haven't already said is inspired by someone else, let me know, and I will add the acknowledgements along with the ones for the next section.

Here's the basic lowdown on Witchblades we plan on using for this xover. The Witchblade from the comic of the same name, IS NOT the one that will be in the story. It will be referred to as The Prime and will play no role whatsoever. There will be multiple Witchblades mentioned, each being assigned a name. The one in this story we call The Gray, and is based on the look of the character Masane Amaha from the Witchblade anime. I will of course not keep the excessively skimpy look. Lily's Witchblade form will have a black under layer under the armor. And the Witchblade is sentient and will manifest an avatar in the wielder's mind. Each Witchblade chooses how often or not it will abandon its wielders.

This story will not be updated very often because we are both perfectionists and short on time, and will modify and re-modify sections extensively before uploading

I say sections, not chapters, because we may upload anything between 1-3 chapters at a time... I'm kooky that way :3

Enjoy,

Shadeslayer

Prepare for trouble,

Make it double

Please note that British English will be used. If you see any inconsistencies, chalk them to this. ^-^

Maniaclot

In conclusion, based on my rabid plot bunnies, here comes a HP/ Witchblade crossover.

Prologue

June 30th, 1750

This summer day marked the start of the Summer holiday. And it marked the end of his studies at this prestigious school. As all his colleagues clamored towards Hogsmeade for one last day of carefree fun, he decided to linger in the inner courtyard. He would miss the place he called home for the last 7 years.

"You haven't even left Hogwarts and you already miss it, don't you?" a familiar voice asked.

"Professor Dumbledore. My apologies didn't see you there. You are quite right, I feel like I am leaving part of me here."

"My young Augustus, there is no need to fret, you will always be welcome back. I wanted to have a word with you, before your departure tomorrow. I doubt you will have the time after you get back to London and the Ministry job you secured, of which I am most proud."

"Of course. May I ask what about?"

"This just came for you," Dumbledore said, pulling out a small envelope out of the folds of his dark blue robes. "It seems to be an important matter and I thought you might be want to read it as soon as possible." It bore the Gringotts seal and, written in golden ink, the words:

To be delivered on June 30th, 1750.

Augustus took the envelope. It looked old and felt heavy in his hand. He opened it and pulled out a parchment. Two tiny keys, one golden, one of solid iron, fell when he unfolded the paper. He stared at it. The message was short and to the point.

My dear Augustus,

If this reaches you, it means you have finished your studies. You are a man grown now and my sole heir.

The enclosed golden key will grant you access to Gringotts Vault 687. Your family's vault. Your fortune lies there, please don't squander it.

Here is where the second key comes in. In the vault, there is a granite box with an iron bolt and lock. It contains an artifact of immense power which, should it fall in the wrong hands, could spell the end of our world as we know it.

I would rather not speak of it in this letter, and I wish there was another way to instruct you on this matter, but, should this letter ever be delivered, it also means I have died before you could come of age. It falls upon you to continue my task.

Guard it with your life! DON'T let it fall in the hand of the Witch or all of the wizarding world will fall under the Blade! Another envelope, with the proper instructions, will be given to you by your Vault Keeper on your first visit.

Make me proud, son!

Your Father,

Gilbert Potter