1 Happiness to Horror

October 31st, 1978

"Almost there dear, keep pushing!" a young female healer said, encouraging a woman who was giving birth.

"Ahhh!" she screamed as she pushed. Her brown hair was stuck to her perspiring forehead, her blue eyes bloodshot.

Outside of the room, one man paced back and forth while the other was sitting down in a large chair.

"Don't worry Todd, Marge may be young but she is a gifted healer and experienced at childbirth." the man in the chair comforted the pacing man.

"I know Greg, I know but this is Sherry's and my first child, of course I am nervous." Todd said, still pacing.

Greg just smiled and took out his wand, he gave it a swish and a bottle of firewhiskey and two cups appeared. "Sit down and have a drink. Today another child will bear the powerful and ancient name of Cason. We should be celebrating."

Todd stopped pacing and gave a strained smile. His brother had always been free and unbothered by most things and seemed to enjoy life to the fullest. Todd went over to Greg and poured himself a cup of firewhiskey and downed it all in one go.

Pouring himself another one, he suddenly stopped when he heard the cries of an infant in the other room. Dropping the glass, which shattered on the floor, he quickly went into the other room. Greg shook his head and eyed the spilled firewhiskey on the floor. It was aged over a hundred years and it pained him to see it wasted like that. Greg waved his wand and the cup repaired itself. He then finished his cup and followed his brother into the next room.

Entering the room, Todd saw his wife holding a baby and looking at it lovingly. He quietly walked over to her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Look at his eyes." she said, slightly exhausted.

Todd looked down and saw that the baby's eyes were gold in colour, shocking him. This was a sign of the Cason family bloodline. Todd's eyes himself were not gold but had a gold ring around the iris. Ancient records from the family's history said that this was a sign of magical power.

"So do I have a nephew or a niece?" Greg walked in and asked obnoxiously.

Sherry glared at her brother-in-law but softly said, "Nephew."

"Hahaha a strong boy to carry on our name! Let me see him!" Greg said loudly, walking over and craning his neck to get a look at the child. When he saw his eyes, he was shocked before laughing even louder.

"The Cason blood in him is strong! He will do great things!" Greg proudly said, as if the child was his own.

His loud laughter woke the baby up and he started crying, earning glares from the parents. Greg scratched his nose, looking embarrassed. He went over to the Healer and quietly paid her. She thanked him and left the mansion.

"What do you want to name him?" Todd softly asking his wife.

"Artland. After my brother." she said looking at Todd.

A sad look flashed across his face before nodded his head. "Artland Greg Cason it is then."

Greg heard this and was shocked before tearing up. He walked over and hugged his older brother fiercely.

They were a happy family.

3 years later…

"Art! Leave Tinky alone!" Sherry yelled, scolding him.

Art was a three year old kid but was tall for his age. His dark hair coupled with his gold eyes gave him an adorable appearance. His parents found out soon after he was born that he was unnaturally strong for his age, almost injuring their house elf.

"It fine madam, Tinky love playing with Young Master Artland!" the tiny house elf said happily.

Art laughed and said, "Thanks Tinky." Which earned a scowl from his mother.

"Your uncle with be here soon so go get cleaned up." she said, not leaving any room for debate.

Art sulked to his room where Tinky helped bath and dress him. Putting on his robes he rushed out of his room and waited for his uncle eagerly. Uncle Greg spoiled him rotten, always bringing new toys and candy for Artland. So when the fireplace suddenly turned green, Art gave a cry for joy.

Stepping out of the fireplace was Greg Cason, who still had a smile on his face. When he saw Artland, he dropped down to one knee and welcomed the boy into his arms.

"Jeez Art, you might have to go easy on me, you are getting too big and strong." Greg roughly said, trying to steady himself.

"What did you bring me uncle!?" Art said, looking at his empty hands for toys and treats.

"Is that all I am to you? Someone to bring you presents?" Greg said, faking being hurt.

Artland seemed to ignore his fake hurtness and nodded his head vigorously.

Greg crumbled and brought out a couple chocolate frogs for Art, who snatched them out of his hands quickly.

Seeing Art runoff, he approached Sherry. "The kid seems to be getting stronger everyday. I think I might need someone to heal my back." he complained.

Sherry nodded her head. "Not only that but he apparated again, almost causing me a heart attack." she said, worry in her eyes. Her son was already able to use magic this young, showing how much of a genius he was.

Hearing this caused Greg to swell with pride. "Cason blood."

Sherry rolled her eyes at him, not taking it seriously. Greg credited everything Artland did to their bloodline.

"How are things at the Ministry?" she asked a bit tense.

"In shambles. You-Know-Who's influence is growing rapidly and the Ministry can barely keep up. Everyone is fearing for their lives. I hope Crouch takes over soon so we can fight back." Greg said, his usually easy going smile gone and replaced by a serious look. He was an Auror at the Ministry and his job was getting harder each day.

Suddenly the door opened and Todd ran in looking terrified. "Death Eaters are here!"

Greg and Sherry's face turned terrified as well. Sherry turned to grab Artland but the door was suddenly blew open. Fifteen Death Eaters charged in, firing spells. Todd, Greg and Sherry were quick to react and pulled out their wands and returned fire. Though they were vastly outnumbered, all three of them were gifted wizards, they were able to fight evenly and even kill a couple of them.

"Is this all you brought you bastards!? You think this is enough to destroy our family!" Greg yelled, cutting two Death Eaters in half.

Todd didn't say anything but fought fiercely, killing some Death Eaters himself. Sherry looked back and saw that Art was sitting on the floor with a terrified look on his face, staring at the Death Eaters.

A cold voice suddenly filled the room. "As expected from the Cason family. Do you think I am enough?" A pale man with red eyes suddenly appeared behind the Death Eaters.

The room's temperature suddenly plummeted.

"Tinky take Artland somewhere safe!" Todd yelled, not stopping with his spells.

"Like I would let it." the pale man said, waving his wand.

Tinky who was about to grab Artland suddenly froze, unable to move.

"You bastard!" Greg yelled, attacking him. Todd soon attacked him as well.

The fight went on for a bit but the pale man hit Greg with a curse. Artland watched as his uncle fell to the floor lifeless. Before he could scream, his father was hit by another Death Eater and fell as well.

"Art you must live!" Sherry screamed pointing the wand at her chest. The pale man's eyes narrowed before yelling, "Shield yourselves!"

A huge explosion happened, causing the room to shake and windows to shatter. Art sat there in terror, "Mom… Dad… Uncle." he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

Tinky, who was injured from the explosion, weakly crawled over to Artland. "Must… live." slowly putting her hand on Artland.

"No you don't!" the pale man yelled, sending a curse at Art. The curse missed its mark but grazed Artland's chest, leaving a large gash.

The next second he disappeared, sent away by the house elf's magic.

Hundreds of kilometers away a boy appeared on the lawn of a muggles house. Blood covered his clothes as he cried loudly. A couple heard the child's screams and ran out of the house. Terrified of what they saw, the man quickly picked up the child and took him to the hospital.