Who is dorea potter

Sure, Rowling said that there are no known living relatives of Harry's. Which we could actually safely assume that this son of Charlus and Dorea Potter are, in fact, dead. But perhaps the child of this son is somewhere off?

D Blue on Fanfiction. So far, I toyed with this idea and am very interested in the concept and hope you will as well. It has five chapters up and is 40k words so far. Will be updating weekly as well! My goal is over one million words. At approximately sixty years each, it was a wonder as to how they could keep up with their rambunctious eleven-year-old boy. And speak of the devil, Euphemia spotted them first. He skipped on over immediately, all monocled and suited up.

Charlus Potter, first-born son of Henry, had married extremely well and hated himself for it. It was impossible to miss them what with their dark hair and their stern, beautiful faces. Cissy was blonde, but she got that from her mother.

Fleamont clapped his brother on the shoulder with a grin, but he too seemed bemused. Did you have a kid in secret or something? Prodigal son and all. Decided to keep Dorea company. He then noticed the two boys Walburga kept under her arm, both dressed down in silk finery and wearing matching frowns.

Her prim black glove was clenched particularly tight on the taller of the two. Fleamont resisted, and ultimately failed to resist, the urge to smirk. Charlus ignored him, clearly too scared to voice his true opinion on the matter with his family so close. He cleared his throat. It was so rare nowadays that he got to see his uncle at all given the state of the world and all the complicated family politics.

Dorea was walking over. How do you do, Fleamont, darling Effie. And this must be James! Not with Pollux and Cassiopeia watching them like hawks. It really paid to live in the countryside. James had no such reservations, staring at his aunt while wiping his runny nose on his sleeve.

But then Dorea laughed and, even if it was only a polite aristocratic chortle, it set her slightly at ease. Auntie Dorea is over twenty years younger than your uncle! He was looking their way, but a sharp tap on his temple from his mother discouraged further curiosity. Before Fleamont could reach out to stop him, James was running over to them, grinning maniacally. James Potter. Fancy that! I just ran all the way up and down the platform to see how big the Express is. Did you want to see?

He glanced down at the hand offered to him, then up to his mother, whose gloved nails looked to be digging into his shoulder.

Sirius did indeed take it, though his grip was weak, unsure. James shook his hand very vigorously. He hardly looked any different. James, her beloved son, had the audacity to yawn. For the second time that day, Euphemia resisted the urge to literally drop dead.

The other mother narrowed her eyes. About thirty years to be exact — since Charlus and Dorea tied the knot. I remember you being quite a surly teenager. Clearly, Walburga had no idea who she was. Her husband and second cousin, Orion, was stood just behind her, ever-present and menacing.

He whispered something into her ear. So many secrets among these families. Her expression remained listless, even perturbed, as though to ask why are you speaking to me? James was starting to wriggle, glaring up at his mother through her fingers. Lovely to see you again — Walburga, Orion. Sometimes, yes, she did resort to manhandling her son. But James was wily. As they walked away, he slipped out of her grasp and turned back to Sirius, grinning.

Euphemia heard Walburga snort but did not turn around. Instead, she hauled her son all the way back to his father. Dorea: I don't care about a stupid contract Albus! Harry won't participate in that death trap! Rita: Ooh, A sad grandmother protecting her guilty grandson, what an interesting stor-. Me and Sirius are his caretakers and we will do what we see fit, so respectfully shut it.

Harry: Grandma I think Malfoy is up to something! He is a death eater now! But no one will believe me! Dorea: Hold my purse Remus, I shall return the favor to Mr.

Snape by murdering him! Harry: Grandma, me and my friends are leaving school to try to murder the most powerful and evil person on Earth. Extracts taken from Maaike's diary originally written in mandarin. In case you're wondering, Maaike is a Chinese woman that has worked with The Potters for many years. And she raised Fleamont and James. April, I was running from the immigrant police.

I know too little English to defend myself. My mother and brothers are gone. I am afraid they took them. But the most crazy thing happened. I met her. Miss Julia. She was beautiful with yellow hair as the golden sun. With clear eyes and a kind smile. She offered me refuge. Miss Julia offered me a home. And a job. I accepted because I have nothing else. I met her husband. Mister Henry. He is handsome too with wild hair and glasses.

They are both kind. The Potters have a very large home. Like a palace. My job will be to clean, cook and serve. Something my mother taught me to do very well. And take care of the baby. He has a funny weird name, even for English people. The baby's name is Fleamont. Fleamont Potter. And I have to learn more english to talk to Mr.

Potter and the baby. I feel like they could be family. For now. November, Henry's brother got married today. I had to go to babysit Fleamont. But the ceremony was big. Apparently, the woman Mr. Charlus is marrying comes from a wealthy family.

They succumbed to a wizarding illness. This is certainly borne out in the canon. We know that Dumbledore was over when he died. Newt Scamander, according to Fantastic Beasts , is around and still going strong. Slughorn was balding when he taught Tom Riddle, so he must be around 90 by now.

Clearly, the life expectancy of a wizard, by our standards, is extremely long. Herein lies the problem. Thirty-nine is sprightly for a wizard; fifty-seven is probably less than the average middle age. Dorea died young. If it seems strange to the reader that wizards would give birth at such grand old ages, keep in mind that it certainly is not uncommon.

It seems that wizards and witches can and do have children at much older ages than Muggles, probably since with the longer life span, their bodies do not age as quickly.

The canon evidence against this theory does not stop there, though. We know that when Sirius left the Blacks, the Potters treated him as a second son. If Harry and the Weasleys were even third cousins, then these statements would be incorrect.

The statements, however, are indeed accepted as canon — which means, surely, that Harry could not be related to Sirius or the Weasleys by blood. Thus, yet another hole has been poked into the theory. Dorea can come from Irish Doireann , which means "sullen" or "daughter of Fionn".

Fionn means "fair, white. Black can be considered a colour, and is the result of the absence of, or complete absorption of, light.

In Western culture, the colour black has typically been associated with evil, darkness, and witchcraft, but also with prestige and sophistication — appropriate for the House of Black. Black has also been associated with life and prosperity by other cultures. In ancient China, black was the symbol of the element of water, which also corresponds to Slytherin, the Hogwarts house of almost all members of the Black family.

In English heraldry, black represents darkness and ignorance; a possible allusion to the prejudice common to members of the House of Black.

Pallor is associated with sickness and the colour white, which is usually held to symbolise purity in Western and Indian culture, and death in East Asian cultures. This mirrors the typical colouring of members of the House of Black — dark hair and pale skin. Dorea's married surname is Potter. Potter is a very common surname of English origin.