The baby blinked, cooing at the tanned hands touching her face. The black haired woman smiled at her "Oh she's beautiful Lily! What are you going to name her?" Lily gave the baby a soft smile, "Well, I'm certainly not continuing my mothers naming scheme. And all our names were for boys." the baby gurgled, "I don't want her to have a girly-girl name." she mused, and the black haired woman hid a smile- just like Lily Potter-Evans to think aloud. "Josephine. Jo for short." She suggested, and was rewarded by a beaming smile "Why, That's perfect! Where is James? I want to tell him." she looked around for him, but he was no where to be seen "Don't worry Lils. He'll be here soon."
The standing woman glared at a wall "At least he'd better, if he values his balls." she whispered.
She heard a pop, and drew her wand, slamming the door of her house open. To see a short haired man on her doorstep. Immediately her eyes narrowed in dislike. "The fuck have you been Potter? Your wife went into labor hours ago!" He scowled "The hell were you thinking, Delany? I thought I told you to stay away from her!" He yelled, and she cast a silencing charm on him, looking over her shoulder. "No man orders me around. Now go." he walked past her, slamming into her shoulder. She swore softly under her breath as it caused her back to spasm.
James went into the room, still upset at the nerve of that woman. His face softened slightly when he saw his wife, holding their child. "Isn't she beautiful, James?" he nodded, kissing her cheek. "Her name is Josephine. Aoife (ee+fa) helped name her." His fist tightened as he realized he'd been trumped yet again. "I don't want that woman anywhere near our child. After all, we don't want her violence rubbing off on him" Lily nodded, agreeing with him "Her. Jo's a girl." she smiled.
The very next day they went back to their house. Aoife gave up contact after several dozen owls returned, letters unopened. That fateful day, she was spending her night like she normally did- meditating, when she felt her wards snap down. Grabbing her wand in one hand and a short sword in the other, she fought the invading Death Eaters ferociously. She bobbed and weaved, avoiding the unforgivables, until a charm hit her in the chest- a Bombarda, thrown by a retreating wizard. The spell sent her through a wall and into the street. They continued shooting spells, but she rolled out of the way, throwing her sword and a few stunners. The sword was easily deflected, and they merely stepped out of the path of the stunners, but then the 3 red jets of light became six, and hit them in the backs. "Never underestimate a Delany." she chuckled, before coughing up a bit of blood.
"How is she?" Dumbledore asked the healer, wearing his best sorrowful headmaster expression "six cracked ribs and a few cuts. Thats the least of her problems, though." Dumbledore nodded sadly "I must depart now. I would love to stay but." he took a deep breath "She was not the only one hit tonight." The healer nodded sympathetically, not questioning him at all. As he left, Dumbledore smirked 'That takes her out of the picture.'
Harry sighed as she had to cook breakfast for the millionth time. She cooked it perfectly, and was rewarded by being ignored. She was entirely prepared to spend the entire day doing the chore list that was the length of her arm when the doorbell rang. Petunia got up to answer the door. "Aoife! I wasn't expecting you!" she lead the newcomer in. Harry eyed the new woman, then took another look. She had short black hair, blue eyes and a medium build. Maybe 5', with toned arms being showed off by her leather vest.
"I apologize. I meant to come sooner, but I've been...Well...I've been in jail." her voice was relaxed, and she ignored the shocked looks. Petunia didn't look as upset as Harry would have imagined, since she disliked anything not normal. Vernon, on the other hand, started turning colors. "Nothing bad, I assure you. Just got out yesterday. No offense to you or your husband, but this was not detailed in Lily's will." Vernon's eyes narrowed "And I assume you're one of her freaky friends?"
Petunia interrupted before she could respond "So what happened to you? I hadn't heard from you in years!" Aoife leaned against the wall "Well, After I graduated, I did a stint as Auror, here and overseas. Wee bit of bounty hunting. Some odd jobs. Same night as that happened, I was attacked. That's how I got this." she jerked a thumb to the scar on her face. She was slightly smiling at the fond memories, then she shook her head "I'd love to catch up with you later, but I, ahm...I'm not really supposed to be here. In Lily's will, she marked me as godmother. I'm here to collect Josephine."
Blank faces. Petunia hesitantly grabbed Harry "You mean Harry?" Aoife scowled, unamused "Did Potter really change her name? Me and Lils picked that out together! Ah blast it..." she grumbled. She wrote her address on a piece of paper, and handed it to Petunia "You can send letters or anything to there. My real address is in America, but I check it often." She glanced around "No joke, I need to leave now!" she grabbed Harry and twisted, disapparating on the spot.
Dumbledore steepled his fingers "So you're telling me that an ex-con just strolled in there and kidnapped Harry Potter, the boy who lived?" Fudge nodded, looking extremely tired. "And we can't get her back...why exactly?" Fudge sighed, "She has triple citizenship. United states, Ireland and Britan, and she's using that to block us, on the grounds the will was never followed. If she is right, then we can't get her back by force." Dumbledore rubbed his face, feeling a pounding headache starting.