AN: No, I couldn't resist doing this. Yes, I know I own updating a couple of stories but…

Anyways! Here are the obvious warnings. Fem!Harry called Violet, ClowViolet pairing. Loosely based on Brida, by Paul Coelho – mainly the idea of the plot – a young witch is soul mate to powerful, wise older man.

Ahh.. and this is rated M for a reason. If you're not mentally old enough to deal with adult stuff, don't read, I don't want to ruin your childhood.

Additional warning goes: power plays, shameless seductions, nudity, horribly constructed magical theories, a number of OCs (supporting roles only), US/UK English mesh up (and the consequential butchering of both), mentions of incest, mentions of rape, violence, possible OOCness, EWE, shifting POVs, fem!Harry.

Also! I dug a bit about Clow Reed's character, and aside from some really vague stuff – he's half Chinese half English (mother from the Li clan, dad is a powerful, freelance first gen English magician) he has demi-god like power, becomes broody later in his life, creates the Clow Cards with Sakura and his own death in mind, has his finger in a lot of pies, his ex-girlfriends need therapy and is basically CLAMP universe's Chuck Norris – so this fic might also double as a Clow Reed character study on my part, just bear with it ahha!

Basic overview:
Arc 01: The witch from another world: Violet drops on Clow's arm and he decides to keep her.
Arc 02: Clow plays with an ex-student of his, who bites more than she can chew.
Arc 03: Violet leaves… but doesn't arrive. Clow rescues her and tries to put his feelings in order.

The Crow
(First Arc: The witch from another world)

This story starts with Clow Reed.

The most powerful sorcerer alive.

Clow Reed lived in the outskirts of London. A large state that offered both seclusion and privacy along with a mansion large enough to house his impressive library and all the magical objects he's collected over the years, plus a high number of unused rooms. The few servants he maintained were aware of his peculiarities, and were respectful and fearful of his powers – they served him well enough, since it was only he and the limited number of apprentices he entertained for the magical circles.

The forest and gardens around his house were grown out of his magic and the land itself was loyal to him, guarding his secrets and life as faithful, ethereal guards.

Clow Reed is also a teacher.

Clow didn't exactly trust his students, and why should he? The young aspiring mages were mostly sent by their families with the hopes of either enticing him into marriage or a true magical Artificer Apprentice bond. But he did teach them innocuous things, it was in the interest of every mage keeping the knowledge alive.

Having the gift of prescience allowed Clow to catch glimpses of the future and it wasn't… encouraging.

At least until Sakura was born.

Oddly, however, a new vector was about to come. Anticipation filled him from head to toe, a shiver of delight rose from the back of his spine and made the hairs on the base of his neck stand on end… something was coming, and he was eager to meet it.

Until de Dreams started… Or rather, the dreams didn't come as they should.

One of the curses he's forced to bear is such: Clow Reed has the power of prescience, he can see into the past, the future and if he wants to, sideways into different worlds.

Those particular dreams were painful. Not in the sense that they brought pain, but the sheer longing the aftermath of such dreams left in him had his chest aching in a peculiar way, and his hands reaching for something they couldn't grasp – beyond all the powers he wielded.

A mysterious scent teasing his nose with future memories of sunlight and laughter, a feather-like touch at the base of his neck that made shivers erupt all over his back, a color he could barely make out from the corner of his eyes beyond all other colors of the rainbow.

Bright, gem colored eyes staring up at him with utmost trust, a hand snugly holding his own and the distant sound of childish giggles…

It left a taste of powerlessness that did not belong in a man such as him. He'd wake up bereft, cold and needing, as if he was supposed to have something he forgot about, as if something was supposed to be there, a warmth long gone but which left vestiges of heat in the midst of a cold winter night – that feeling absolutely throbbed.

Clow Reed, the most powerful sorcerer of his time and times to come – he had the stretches of the universe at his fingertips, time and space bending to his will, the elements singing and dancing to his tune and the knowledge even stars envied. Oh, prescience is a terrible, wondrous gift, and if he was even a little bit weaker in character, he'd have folded to his own powers a long time ago.

He'd make a magnificently terrifying villain, should he put his mind into it. Truly, he's played the villainous part before, plenty of times, but never put his heart into it – most times he'd exposed his dark side were necessary for a fair amount of scheming he did often behind the scenes.

As it was, he knew his future.

He saw the path his descendants would trail, he saw where his legacy would belong – he saw where it was needed, and so he worked toward that end, seeking solace in the fact that he made the right choices and loved almost all the right things. He thought his powers were more of a curse than a blessing until they brightened the path to her. Sakura Kinomoto, a daughter of his line and the inheritor of his will – a little girl who'd take what was his into her little hands and transform the very universe to her image. A small tendril of that light touched him and he was convinced to sacrifice everything to that end, to be just another wheel in the grand scheme of things.

He's content in his place.

A powerful magician and sorcerer such as he needs to have a purpose if they don't want to go insane. And he's indeed on his way to insanity if his own body, mind and soul were craving the virtual unknown he's never sought before. Used to his power over things, Clow fell utterly powerless under the message his dreams were leaving him.

Something is coming.

And it might be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to him. Privately, Clow is divided in what he really wants to happen.

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TBC.