Hello there! I am Jazmyne Jae, but you may refer to me as Princess Jazmyne! My first royal decree is that everyone will be a princess! Haha, I'm just kidding, that's a reference, from Starkid's Twisted (The Untold Story of a Royal Visier), and you definitely don't need to call me princess. But I am obsessed with Starkid and Harry Potter, and this is my first fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! This first chapter is so short because it's basically the prologue.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OCs
~Jazmyne Jae, who did NOT f*ck a tiger! (- sorry, another reference)
There were four babies, two boys and two girls, each with a lightning bolt shaped scar and a pair of dead parents.
Minerva disapproved highly of Albus' skewed way of giving them each a home, and though she wasn't generally one to combat authority, she was getting close.
"Albus, why not give them all to the same home?" she asked, tiredly pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "And preferably not here. These Muggles are not the best caretakers."
Albus smiled at the woman. "Now, Minerva, this is the best course of action. One day you, and they, will understand."
Minerva scowled. "Well, then who is taking them?"
"Harry will go to his aunt and uncle," Albus said, "Jack will go to Remus, Ivy will go to Molly and Arthur, and Dahlia will go to a Muggle orphanage."
"What?!" Minerva had to put her foot down. "A Muggle orphanage? These Muggles? Shouldn't they at least go to someone magical? Don't Molly and Arthur have enough children as it is? And, not meaning to offend, but is Remus able to raise a child in his condition?"
Albus put a hand on Minerva's shoulder, which she suspected was supposed to be comforting. "It will all be fine. Just you wait, Minerva."
Minerva's lips formed a tight line. She couldn't see this ending very well at all.