Albus Dumbledore looked down at the young girl in his arms, Katia Potter. Her curiously green eyes stared up at him, with intelligence that was not an element in a usual child's eyes. Many said that she had her mother's eyes, but Albus disagreed. There was a part of Lily in those eyes, but it was muted compared to the darker shades of sea-green mixed in with it. People also said that her hair was the exact shade of James' also, but to this Albus knew better. Katia's hair was darker; almost black. One of many trademarks for a demigod child of Poseidon.
It was extremely rare to find a demigod that had also been blessed by Hecate to learn magic. It was even rarer to find that within those demigods, there were children of the big three; Zeus, Hades and Poseidon, for they had made a pact never to have children since World War II. Of course, Albus was one of those blessed wizards; he was one of the oldest demigod sons of Athena.
Albus looked around himself, looking for the familiar glint of yellow cat's eyes that would give away his colleague, Minerva McGonagall. He finally found it and gave a small wave, careful not to drop the baby. The brown tabby cat jumped behind a bush and a few seconds later a dark-haired woman walked out. She took out a large letter from her pocket.
"I brought the letter from your office, Albus, but what exactly do you need it for?" She asked, not yet noticing the baby in his arms, her attention was directed towards the envelope. "Who is this Marjorie Dursley?"
She then saw the baby, and gave a sharp gasp. She looked closer, and saw the girl's eyes.
"Albus is that-"
"Yes, Minerva, this is Katia Potter. I assume the word hasn't reached you yet?"
"What happened?"
"Voldemort, surely you have heard of his downfall?"
"Yes, but the full story has yet to reach me"
"He found the Potters, and attacked. Katia is the only survivor." Minerva gasped again.
"They're all dead? Lily and James? And little Harry?"
"Yes, I'm afraid. They are all gone from this world." Minerva dabbed at the tears forming in her eyes. She now understood, and handed him the letter. Albus walked down the narrow path of the country house they'd stopped at, and set the little girl down, lying the letter on her chest. He gave a knock on the door, nodded to Minerva, and Apparated away.