Voldemort was coming.
Ever since Sybil Trelawney issued the prophecy, she knew he would. He wouldn't go after the Longbottom boy, who was a pureblood, but that didn't mean half-bloods were safe, either.
She knew James knew this, as well as William and Minerva McGonagall. She also knew that Dumbledore wasn't to be trusted, as he was known for allowing first years into dangerous situations, and rewarding them for it.
She wasn't saying that Dumbledore was a bad man, but she was saying that he wasn't known for making the best decisions, even if he had good intentions. And so, here she was, preparing to protect her child, in case Dumbledore did anything stupid.
McGonagall had researched this particular spell, as did James. William had researched it, too, but being William, he had gone a bit overboard, researching five different additional spells and their counters, as well as any loopholes they might have.
It was an ancient spell of protection and privacy, mainly used by those in high government positions or those in the fame industry. It caused the person being enchanted to be recognized in pictures, or in the news, as someone of fame or importance, but when meeting face to face, to be unrecognizable, unless introduced under their famous alias.
She had also spent a while researching names for the spell. They had decided to pick similar names for the alias and for the actual name, but she had been stuck between multiple names until James had suggested staying within the family tree.
It was Halloween night. They had decided to cast the spell then, because magic was at its strongest, as well as any prying muggle eyes would think it was simply a Halloween party with multicolored lights inside.
She, along with McGonagall, James, and William, surrounded the infant. They each stood at a cardinal direction, she at north, William at south, James at east, and McGonagall at west. They raised their wands, tips pointing towards the center, and began to chant.
'O magica , a quattuor plagis terrae, sidera caelo desuper et a tenebris in profundum maris spatio quasi ex montibus ab saltus repleti mysteriis supra homines, hanc veniam innocens a peccatis fortunae cupiditate gloriae. Protege hic innocens in nominando mundi abscondi servantes identitatem sors adversa studio seruare dilecto in cordibus suis admissa .'
As they completed the chant, a bright light filled the room, surrounding the child. It first was white, then red, orange, transitioning to yellow, going through the whole color spectrum, before glowing a blinding gold and fading away.
As it did, a parchment appeared, floating down upon the child. It had two spaces, one for the child's alias, and the other for the child's true name.
Another small flash of gold light, and a golden feather quill appeared. Both floated softly to the ground, landing on the sleeping form of the babe.
She leaned down, picking up the parchment and quill. She had discussed this with James, and he had agreed that the safest thing would be to give her her biological father's last name, as he was from an old pureblood family.
She walked over to the table, laying the parchment flat. She looked at James. He nodded, reassuring her that this was the right thing to do. She took a shaky breath, gripping the quill, writing on the parchment her child's name.
"Harriet Potter. Daughter of James and Lily Potter." her hand moved to the line below it, where her daughter's true name would be. "Hara Elisabeth Holmes-Evans. Daughter of Lily Evans and William Sherlock Scott Holmes."
O, magic, come, from the four corners of the earth, from the stars in the heavens above, from the darkness of the abyss within the seas, from the mountains as old as time itself, from the forests filled with mysteries beyond mankind, come protect this innocent one, from the sins of fortune, from the greed of glory. Protect this innocent one, by naming them to the world, and keeping their true identity and destiny hidden from those with ill intentions, while allowing their beloveds to keep this within their hearts.
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In case you didn't realize, the translation for the spell is located right above this author's note.
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Cry over Reichenbach, Rejoice over baby Watson, and slap/kiss Moriarty!
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mems1223