Chapter 1
The 20-year-old CEO of Starrware Industries is a multi billion dollar company based in New York City. It appeared out of nowhere 2 years ago and became a technological power house. It was built from the ground up by Karen Starr, who just 20 on July 31. She had perfect blue eyes, shoulder length golden blonde hair, and a perfect top heavy hourglass figure. She graduated Harvard at 18. Her first Patent was at 17, and many followed suit. Her technological Patton's made her wealthy extremely fast and she shows no signs of slowing down. She is also considered gorgeous as the male gender can't stop getting glances at her.
What few people were aware of was Karen was adopted. Originally she lived in England, in a little town called Surrey, where she lived with her aunt, uncle, and overweight cousin Dudley. Well, lived wasn't the word she should have used. More like was enslaved by. Karen essentially did everything, cook, clean, and on more than one occasion, unclog the overflowing toilets. Her bedroom was the cupboard under the stairs, very tiny. However on the day she turned 9, her Uncle Vernon had to go to New York for business, forcing her to come along. However some degenerate had cut them off in street racing and the rental car crashed, and right into a construction yard quarry. Karen was the only one to survive, however just barely, mostly thanks to Superman, who was flying over the city at that time.
At the time nobody checked the leaking containers that spilled on her as the car she was in hit a semi container shipping an experimental substance. Nobody knew at the time it would allow Karen to copy the biological material of the first thing that she touched and it was Superman. Over the course of several months Karen's DNA turned into nearly 100% Kryptonian.
While Karen is currently busy running her company a plot was being made many miles away.
In Scotland, stood Hogwarts, school for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school started by the four students of Merlin himself. The staff was presently making rounds, ensuring everything was going to be fine for the coming school year, considering the problems with last year. The headmaster was Albus Dumbledore, the so called leader of light and presently public enemy number one. What had happened was at during the previous year was an international school contest called the Triwizard Tournament. The event was between Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang however strange things began to happen. For starters Charles Potter, the Boy who lived, despite being underage at 14, had been entered into the tournament as a fourth champion. No one knew how he got in, especially with an age line around the goblet of fire, but he had to compete. The goblet created a binding magical contract, one that could steal your magic away if the participant didn't comply.
Naturally, Charles competed. His arrogance wouldn't allow him to shy away from a chance to show off. However during the third Task, Charles and Cedric, the other Hogwarts champion, were sent to a graveyard in Little Whining, where Cedric was killed, and Lord Voldemort was resurrected.
The backlash was massive. Fudge didn't even believe junior was telling the truth. He was under the impression that it was an attempt to usurp the Ministry. It was foolish, if Dumbledore wanted to be minister, he would have taken the seat years ago. No, Dumbledore had greater plans. He plans on ascending to a God, but the spell requires the souls of many witches and wizards. Thanks to Trelawney's prediction she made all those years ago, one foretelling Tom's corruption and the birth of Charles, he got himself a war where he could freely harvest the souls of the fallen.
It was perfect, using Legilimency he persuaded the Potter's to give up their eldest daughter, a squib several years older than Charles, to Lily's sister. The girl would have been a massive distraction to Charles' growth, for he needed him at full power when the final fight with Voldemort would take place. Then there was Sirius Black, the nut had seen through his plans. So Dumbledore altered James and Lily's minds, making them think Sirius was their secret keeper, as opposed to Peter Pettigrew, and he was sent to Azkaban on charges for working with Voldemort, and Pettigrew's murdering several muggles. Unfortunately Sirius escaped nearly a decade ago, thankfully nobody has seen him since. Peter on the other hand was killed by a renegade Death Eater, thinking he was a key in Voldemort's downfall.
However his training this year would be problematic. Fudge had passed a new Educational decree, which allowed the Ministry to assign a teacher to Hogwarts if he couldn't get one in time for the next school year. Since the job was jinxed, it went to the Undersecretary Umbridge. The damn toad was planning on teaching theories instead of practical magic, under the impression that Dumbledore would raise the students as his army. He had one, he didn't need the students until later. He couldn't ask the Dueling Teacher, James to do it, he was needed there, although rumor was Delores would makes some alterations to the course. He had to turn down Severus Snape's request again, potions was his area of expertise, no matter how much he wanted to prove otherwise. The ex-death eater should be grateful he even has a job.
"Just hold out Albus, the old toad will croak herself eventually." Dumbledore smirked.
At the Potter Manor Lily Potter Nee Evans is helping her 11-year-old daughter to pack for her first year at Hogwarts. They were currently in the dining room. Her name is Holly Petunia Potter, her middle name was in honor of her aunt who unfortunately passed away shortly before she was born. Holly looked like Lily, but with blue eyes.
"Are you sure packed everything Holly," Lily asked.
"Yes mum," Holly replied.
"Your uniforms?"
"Of course."
"Your school books?"
"I'm not four anymore mum!"
"Your underwear?"
"Mum!" Holly shouted out while blushing.
Lily merely giggled and replied, "It appears you've packed everything."
Holly smiled and shouted out with glee, "I'm finally going to Hogwarts!"
"The train doesn't leave until next week," Lily stated.
"I know but I can't wait," Holly cried out with glee and skipped out of the dining room.
No sooner then she left then an old friend of her husband appeared.
"Remus" Lily said, "How are you?"
"I wish I could see better but the Ministry is getting stricter with their anti-werewolf laws," Remus replied.
"How's Karen doing," Lily asked.
"She's doing great," Remus said with a smile, "she is living the American dream."
Lily smiled, "Have you talked to her?"
Remus gave her a sad look and replied, "She hasn't forgiven you or James for leaving her with your sister."
"I know I messed up," Lily said, "but I want her to know that I am truest sorry and can't wash my sin away. She has every right to be mad at me."
She knew her eldest daughter might never truly forgive her but she is doing her best to make it up to her. She didn't know how much her sisters jealousy hadn't taken hold until after she passed away.
She and James knew something was wrong when Sirius was sent to Azkaban without a trial so they arranged a way for Sirius to escape on his terms by stragectigally hiding a key for him to use at his convenience. He did finally escape and went straight to where Karen was and he raised her like his own daughter.
Neither her or James can directly be involved with Karen's life because that would tip off Dumbledore who they both know somehow used his Legilimency skill so she and James would be willing to part with their eldest child. They do not know why. Lily had a sorrowful look on her face.
"Don't be like that Lily," Remus reassured his best friends wife, "If it wasn't for you and James, Karen would have never gone to Harvard."
"But she thinks it was a scholarship," Lily replied.
"I know but she is happy now, isn't that what matters," Remus replied and Lily smiled at him.
Meanwhile in New York, Karen is doing some paperwork that she neglected, she is using her superspeed to reduce the paperwork down quicker.
That was when a knock came from her office door, Karen quickly changed shifts to do the paperwork at human speed and she called out, "It's open."
The door opened it revealed to be a man approaching his 40's with black hair, with strands of grey in it, carrying a bottle of champagne and a mischievous smile.
Karen gave the man a glance and asked, "What are you planning old man?"
"Oi, I ain't old," the man replied and Karen didn't respond, "Aren't you going to great your dogfather when he brings gifts and good news?"
Karen looked up, "Sirius Black, you know I'm underage for alcohol. Also the last time you brought me good news you dragged me to a gentlemen's club."
"I was young and naive," Sirius retorted.
Karen raised an eyebrow and responded, in a no nonsense tone, "It was my 20th birthday."
"I stand by my statement," Sirius reply as he started pouring two glasses of Champagne, "As for being underage, I doubt this will do anything to you."
Karen conceded to that point as Sirius picked up a glass and drank some of it before continuing, "I got the sales numbers of the VR system that you just put out."
"It doesn't come out till November," Karen corrected.
"True, but I have the pre-order sales," Sirius replied, "The pre-orders opened on the interweb thingy about an hour ago, and they say over 15 million pre-orders have been placed."
Sirius finished his glass and poured himself another glass of Champagne.
"I'm not surprised," Karen replied as she looked at Sirius down another glass, "People have been trying to perfect it for years, in the first who made an affordable gamestation of it."
After Sirius finished pouring his third glass his expression get serious, and said, "I have a few friends back in England and they say a certain Dark Lord has returned."
"Are you serious," Karen asked in all seriousness.
"That's my name," Sirius retorted and Karen groaned at the pun, "Anyway I wouldn't have said anything if there wasn't a good chance that he hasn't returned."
Karen rubbed the bridge of her nose as she thought this through, despite her sho hair being so short, it often hid her eyes when she was in deep thought.
"I heard a certain Bat is in the UK, do you want me to ask him if he could poke around," Sirius asked.
That night a couple of people who looked like that they were going to a fantasy convention was standing outside of Starr Condos, near Central Park. Starr Condos is a condo complex that Starr Industries owns and sells individual affordable Condos to anybody, but these cader to the wealthy.
"Are you sure the squib lives here," one of the man said with a British accent.
"Of course," the second man said with a slight Scottish accent, "Our Lord is quite sure that the squib lives here."
"And who is your Lord," a feminine voice asked.
"We do not speak his name," the first guy replied.
"Is it Voldemort," the female asked.
Both men visibly flinched and turned to the female, it is a woman of nearly 6' tall, shoulder length blonde hair, with blue eyes, wearing blue gloves and boots, with a small red cape, and wearing a white unitard with a hole just above chest giving the men a good view of her giant breasts. The most interesting thing about the young woman was that she was hovering a couple inches off the ground.
The two men pulled out their wands and the one with the Scottish accent said, "I'm sure Malfoy would pay us quite well for this witch."
"Nice sticks, mind if I have a look," the woman asked and before either man could blink the woman is giving their wands a closer inspection, "You two boys are taking way to much time taking care of these sticks."
"Their not sticks," the man with the British accent replied, "and give them back!"
The woman snapped their wands in half and then grabbed both men by the collar of their robes and quickly rose above the nights cloud cover.
"What does your Dark Lord want with Karen Starr," the woman asked the two gentleman.
"We bloody hell ain't telling no bitch anything," the Scottish man replied.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me anything," the woman asked, "after all it is a long fall and I do know apparition within Manhattan is quite taxing, and it is quite possible one of you will wind up in a wall somewhere."
"I'll talk, I'll talk," the British man replied in a panic.
"You traitor," the Scottish man shouted and the woman head butted the man, knocking him out.
The woman gave the British man a look and he cried out, "The Dark Lord thanks that Karen is the child of prophecy!"
"What prophecy?"
"I don't know what it says but He thinks Karen has a power he knows not," he cried out and the woman smirked.
To be continued…