Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
In the beginning magic was an entity instead of a gift. While she did not change mortals forgot her. She roamed among mankind watching their lives pass them by. Yet Magic was lonely as she had no one to care for personally; and no one who cared for her. One day a child was found by magic alone and without parents. The child was black haired, blue eyed, and was crying as if to defy the heavens.
This touched the heart of Magic and caused her to make a decision. A decision that was unique for a being that was neither good nor bad. This child would be hers and she would give him along with others in his situation a new life. She would allow these mortals a gift to be able to use magic. Well she might as well start with this child staring up at her on the hill laid out beneath the stars.
"Hello little one Death is coming for you, but he will not claim his prize today. I am going to make you my son foundling. For you little one will be the first of a new world of magic. I guess that will always give you and yours a special place in my heart over any others I add into my world. Little one you will need a name and a new familial title to go by, for I am placing you with my children by blood. You see little one I made unicorns, dragons, and many other species from the blood flowing in my veins. I simply dropped a drop onto the earth and they were born. However, they respect me but do not show the same love and friendship towards me that I have seen among humans.
So you my dear Cygnus Black will carry my gift undiluted in your blood and will form a new sect of humans. Now my dear I think the domestic elves would be the best to raise you. After all an immortal cannot interfere too closely in the lives of mortals." Magic sighed on this last thought she relayed to the infant. Of course, she would stick around till the child no longer needed a mother's milk to survive, but for her that time would be too short. Magic bent down and picked up the infant as death came strolling up to collect his prize. Death stared at Magic in bewilderment since she had never interfered in his duties since the day she created him. Sensing his distress Magic gave Death the enlightenment he craved "Death do not worry I do not find you lacking in your duties."
He sighed in relief as soon as the words were out of her mouth. "Instead I have decided to intervene in the fate of this child. I want you to not come for him until he is two hundred years of age. That is the new allotted years for those whom I will gift with what mortals call magic." Death in shock protested the words of his creator "My lady why would you choose such a benefit to any mortal? They are as leaves on the wind and cannot worship you with the same devotion as your own creations!" Magic merely smiled at Death and stated softly "Child that is the point. I want to be loved and adored as a mother would, not as a goddess. Yes this world will eventually forget me, as all mortals forget their beginnings, but it will also bring me more love than even I can imagine." With these words she left with the first wizard and disappeared.
This is also when Harry Potter of Number 4 Privot Drive woke up in his cupboard, in shock. He could not believe the dream he had just experienced. Nothing could compare to it as far as he could remember in his nine years of life. Just before he could settle in to try and decipher what was particularly different about this dream, his Aunt was pounding on his door telling him to make breakfast for the Dursley family. "Get up boy and make breakfast for you dear cousin! He can't go to school on an empty stomach now can he?" Petunia threatened through his cupboard door. "Coming Aunt" was the only reply from the young occupant under the stairs.
This greeting started every morning and Harry normally would have groaned from his relatives' treatment. However, this morning the mysterious dream was on his mind and he would not be able to think more about it until school. Something about this dream was important almost like it was a promise, if only Harry could figure it out. He just had to figure out what the dream was telling him. This was the dominating thought running through his head as he made breakfast for the Dursleys. It did not even bother him when Petunia told him he would be getting nothing for breakfast as usual.
"Freaks don't need breakfast" Petunia reasoned "so you'll get nothing till lunch since appearances must be kept up". The only one bothered by these statements was a person who was invisible to everyone in the room. Magic was not happy with Petunia Dursley but had her hands tied by the laws of immortals. However, there was one loophole inside of this mess and she gazed on young Harry hoping that he would open wide that particular loophole for her to barge through. She watched as Harry trudged off to school, while his pig of a cousin received a ride from Petunia and swore vengeance on these mortals. Yet, she would not act till Harry was safe from them. She turned from watching the Dursleys and followed Harry to school doing her best to turn away any who might want to harm this precious child. 'Please Harry' she thought 'figure things out soon. It breaks my heart to watch you go through this."