A/N: The one allowance that I'll need you to make for this story, is to imagine that Percy and Harry are exactly two years apart. So in other words, tLO would be taking place two years after the final battle. However, that won't be relevant for several chapters, since this takes place a long time before either are born. Also, be aware, this story is going to take place over three "generations". The first few chapters are going to be centered on the Evans family (Lily and Petunia's parents), the second on Lily as a teenager at Hogwarts (expect LilyJames and LilySeverus), and the third will take place during Harry and Percy's generation. As far as I can tell (although I won't know for sure until I get there), more or less every character will be included. Oh, and I made up the names (and characteristics) of the Evans parents. If they have real names, that I've forgotten, I would appreciate it if you'd remind me. Thanks for reading!

Marius Evans stood by his wife's side, patiently waiting for their daughter to fall asleep.

"Oh Petunia," he whispered, stroking the little one's hair, "Nothing bad's going to happen, I promise." She'd had a long week of nightmares, and neither he nor his wife had been getting much sleep.

"What are you afraid of, Darling?" Christine asked, kneeling by the bedside. Five-year-old Petunia was crying, her thumb stuck between her quivering lips.

"Mummy," she wailed, her little fists beating against her pillow. "I don't want Daddy to go out."

Marius sighed. He had made plans to have dinner with a man from work. It could mean a promotion for him, if they made friends. "I promise I'll be home soon," he said. Promises, promises. It was a word he used a lot.

"But what if something happens?" she hiccupped, her eyes wide. She was bright for her age, her imagination uncontrollable.

"Nothing's going to happen love, you'll see," he said. He gave her a smile, turning back to his wife. Soundlessly, he pointed to his watch.

"You go," she whispered to him. "I'll make sure she falls asleep."

"Thank you," he said softly, kissing her on the lips. They stood there a moment longer, both glancing down at her stomach. "Do you think it worked?" he asked, unable to help himself. They wanted a sibling for Petunia so badly.

"I don't know," she replied, hugging herself. "I hope so." He gave her another kiss and a swift embrace, leaving the room before Petunia could see him go. She was calm now, and it would drive her to hysterics if she saw her father leaving. He sighed. Things had been tense lately, and yet he had no idea what they were doing wrong. Another child might help, he reasoned. A little sister or brother would do the trick.

He arrived at the restaurant an hour later than he had planned, which was certainly not good. Walter – the man from work – was an impatient fellow, and would not be impressed with tardiness. And… after a survey of the room, it became apparent that he was no longer there. Marius cursed under his breath, ears aflame. He had left his crying daughter in order to stand up his boss. This wouldn't be good, for either his home or his work.

Heaving a sigh, her removed his checkered scarf and took a seat at the bar. There was no reason he couldn't have a few drinks, while he was out. Once Christine got pregnant, they wouldn't have alcohol in the house. This was only practical.

A wave to the bartender and he ordered, deciding to request appetizers as well. It was another night, he thought dismally. He lived an average life, with an average family and an average job. He truly did adore Christine and Petunia, but sometimes it felt as if something else were approaching. A promotion, he thought dryly. Or a baby. After all, what else could it be?

Three drinks later, and he stumbled up from the stool. Time to go home. And begin making amends with work, he added. He would have to do that in the morning.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman's voice was cool. Sincere, but without an inflection of emotion to it.

He glanced up, meeting her eyes. They were gray and bright, lively and secretive. He smiled abashedly at her, and she returned the gesture.

"Did I… er, did I bump into you there?" he asked.

"No," she replied, as calmly as before. "It was my fault." She was not from Britain, Marius noted, hearing her lack of an accent. And, for her all of her genuine appearance, he had the distinct impression that she was lying.

"No, I'm sorry," he said, noticing her attractive appearance for the first time. "I should watch where I'm going."

It was at this that the woman smiled, extending her hand to him. "You look like you've had a bit much tonight. Can I help you outside?" She was very pretty, Marius observed. He'd already picked up on it, but it was distinctive enough to deserve a reminder. Her blonde hair looked almost like water, or silk. At least, it was not like the hair of any person he'd ever seen before. It was for this shallow reason, perhaps, that he accepted. Blindly, he took her hand, allowing her to pull him out into the air.

"Sorry," he repeated numbly, rubbing at his temples. "It's been a long evening."

"That's alright," she replied kindly. She paused a moment, time seeming to stretch in her silence. Their eyes met. "What's your name?"

"Marius," he replied, removing his hat to reveal a shock of red hair. "What's yours?"

"Athena," she replied, waiting patiently to gage his reaction.

"Like the goddess," he remarked, nearly at once.

So he was not as ignorant as some, she thought. However, he was still a mortal. They were helplessly oblivious, when unable to see through mist. She smiled a long and honest smile, practically Apollo-esque in her prophetic vision. It had been a while since a god or goddess had fallen for a mortal without the talent of clear vision. Should she be the first to rejuvenate the tradition?

"Yes, like the goddess," she replied softly. "Here, let me help you home." Her pale eyes met his dark and deep ones, and even the goddess felt the electricity in it. They were a cliché already, something about magnetic opposites. And yet they held hands, walking through the privacy of darkness together. Little did they know they were setting history that night, for more generations than one.

A/N: That's it for now! I hope you can see where this is going, because if you can't that means I've done a pretty poor job. Anyway, please review, I hope you liked it!