I know I've not been on for years, but I just got time and inspiration for a new story thats been on my mind for a while. Please enjoy.

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Stepping from behind the crates of ammo, Mordred Duvette aimed her .45 at the man in front of her.

"Thought you could go behind my back Daemon?" Her mouth tilted in a half smirk. "I guess you didn't get the message. No one crosses the family and lives."

Mordred was a small woman of 5ft with waist length blue hair that fell in soft curls and silver blue eyes that held only anger when facing Daemon. He on the other hand was a respectable 5ft 7 with short auburn hair and hazel eyes.

He had been going behind Mordreds back and selling ammo and guns to the Donnavich family for a year, until the trap was sprung. As he reached for his own gun, others of the Duvette Family crept out of their hiding places to surround him.

"As you can see you're outnumbered. Drop your guns and you'll get a quick death." He only shook his head before speaking.

"I'm afraid you've been duped. For you see, I'm not alone." The rest of the group turned around at that and started firing on the people sneaking up on them. Gunfire rang out from all ends as the battle began. Mordred shot Daemon who dodged before both ran for cover.

She was able to kill three of the enemies in one shots before ducking down to avoid a similar fate. Her head turned as someone rolled next to her. Her partners blue eye looked at her through her dark blonde hair as Sally Anne sat up behind the crate. A silent look between them put a deranged smile on Sally Anne's face, right before she threw seven knives at the men sneaking up on their position.

"Bael! Boom stick!" Mordred yelled to one of the others in her group with horns. Bael was a demon that was stuck on earth. Her dark skin and deep red hair gave her a mature look. She nodded before small flames appeared around her, setting people on fire as they came close.

As Mordred killed a few more, she noticed Daemon making a break for it. With a growl she ejected her empty ammo clip and entered a full one before jumping up to follow him. He ran out the back and followed the trail set by the shipping containers, Mordred hot on his tail.

Left, tight, left, left, until he stopped at a dead end. Mordred trained her gun on him as he turned around. Before she could pull the trigger, a shot rang out. Daemons smirking face the last thing she saw before breathing her last. She hadnt even made it past 19.

Sirius Black looked up from the ritual book. His eyes meeting the determined ones of Lily Potter. Just a few hours ago she had given birth to a stillborn daughter. James and Sirius couldn't stand by as she cried into her childs body.

It was due to the pain that sirius even suggested the ritual. It had been used by the Blacks to bring powerful children into the family. The specifics of the ritual gave a deserving and powerful soul a new chance at life.

As the moon rose higher, Lily laid her daughters body in the center of the runic circle. With a final look at both James and Sirius, they began to chant in latin. Power and magic became palpable as the ritual started. The babys body began to glow as some kind of miasma manifested above her before slowly sinking into the babys skin. As the power discipated a small stone started to etch a name into itself. As the last of the chant left their mouths a wail came from the baby.

With a sob of relief, Lily and Jamed ran to pick up the now alive girl. Sirius gave a sigh of relief at the success before the carving caught his eye. "Oh no."

"What's wrong Siri?" James asked before coming over to the stone. He inhaled sharply, for the name on the stone was well known among the magicals. The name: Mordred.