AN: -PLEASE READ THIS-
Friendly note No.1: Don't expect anything original from me.
Friendly note No.2: I think it would be accurate to rate the quality of my writing as... average... or mediocre? In other words, my writing style may or may not be to your liking, that's for you to judge if you read this. Usually I tend not to mess with many different viewpoints, I may add the odd character in occasionally so you guys know what's going on but I usually like to stick with the main character. Criticism and pointers on how I can improve are appreciated, but I ask that you keep them friendly please, I really don't like reading harsh comments or flames.
Friendly note No.3: This story contains OCs. Most of them will be family members because I need to fill a few gaps in the families because more adults survived the first war this time around which means more kids... I plan to use characters that already exist for Harry's friendship group.
Friendly note No.4: A warning that some characters may appear OOC, but hey... I'm not J.K Rowling...
Friendly note No.5: This story contains a female Harry, a Harry who has a magical creature inheritance and fem-slash between Harry and another girl... there may be more girl on girl action later too, but that's all I can say for now.
Friendly note No.6: Canon has been screwed with quite badly here... some of it may be to your liking, other parts may not be to your liking at all. I'm afraid you'll need to read on to find out what has changed, but this is a friendly heads-up. In an attempt to get some explanations out of the way, there are 2 major info dumps marked out in this chapter that you can read to your discretion. The first one can be skipped, but I suggest you read the second one.
Final friendly note No.7: Dates have been slightly modernised so that I don't need to spend as much time looking into things like 'What was the fashion like for 11 year olds back in the early 90s?', 'What model car would Harry's family have at that time?', 'Was this TV show airing at that time?'... of course some things may still slip through the cracks but because there is less of a time difference I can only hope they're not so glaringly obvious...
TL;DR: THERE IS A CHANCE THAT YOU MAY FIND THIS A PILE OF SHIT.
Now that THAT is out of the way…
Disclaimer: Not sure if this is actually required but better safe than sorry. Anything you recognise here, I DO NOT OWN IT.
October 31st 1998 - Godric's Hollow
All was peaceful in the quiet town of Godric's Hollow. Merely hours ago, a bystander would have saw the final traces of kids returning home from a productive night of Trick-or-Treating.
As Children gleefully tore into their hard-earned spoils of the night, a lone robed figure proceeded down a road towards a House at the end of the street.
You may think that this House was no different from all the other Houses in the same town, but think again. This particular House was invisible to normal eyes; in fact, to the common person this House doesn't even exist. An interesting thought to try to wrap your head around.
How can something that exists… not exist? How can that be possible?
There is always a simple answer to every question… well, in most cases there is a simple answer… these cases do not include things like Mathematics or how the opposite gender's mind works… but we're getting off-track here.
The answer to our earlier question is simple.
Magic.
No, I'm not being sarcastic here.
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Magic is not something made-up that Parents use as a quick answer to naïve questions from Children when they don't want to spend their time explaining things, Magic is not when a clever person comes up with a sleight of hand trick to fool your eyes, Magic is not even when you leave the House with your room in a big mess and then return to find it clean again… no, that is actually your Mum and you should really be more appreciative of her and all that she does for you!
No, Magic is something else entirely.
Magic is the sentient energy that flows through the Universe, connecting everything that exists together – Living and Inanimate. Magic, is the very essence of life that is present in anything and everything. Magic is life and death. Magic is what makes the galaxy spin. Magic is what makes the Universe go round. Magic is a force that cannot be owned nor rejected. Magic is the closest thing we have to an Omnipotent being. Magic is why you and I exist.
Do you understand what that means?
No?
Well neither does anyone else around here. Don't you worry about it. Let's just say that Magic exists… and there is a small population out there somewhere in the world that is very close to Magic. They have the ability to feel Magic around them, and they also have the ability to manipulate it and show some semblance of control in it.
They come in many forms, such as creatures but just for now we are going to focus on those that most resemble us. Most of those, which we are referring to, call themselves Witches and Wizards.
It was thanks to an old and powerful Wizard that we were even able to discuss about a Magical House at all, because he was the one who cast such a powerful spell.
The House in question is also currently the Home of a small magical family. You see, there is a reason why they live in such a House under such a powerful spell.
They are currently living in the middle of a War.
This War is a magical War between manipulators of Magic that have opposing views to each other.
Due to the fact that Magic is something that many people do not fully understand, which includes those that can manipulate it, there are many views and opinions on how it should be used and who should be able to use it.
There are those that believe that Magic belongs to the families of those that have been able to manipulate it since long ago before History began… or was recorded at least. These people believe that Magic is their birth right and that no one else should be allowed 'ownership' of Magic. To further understand their viewpoint, you need knowledge on Wizarding Culture.
In Wizarding Culture, there are 3… 'classes' of Witches and Wizards. The 'upper class' are known as 'Purebloods' in reference to the fact that they are from Wizarding families that have been known to have the ability to manipulate Magic for a long time. Both their Parents should also be Purebloods, from Pureblood families, so their blood must be purely Magical... at least that is what they believe in their arrogance... If there was a royalty or upper class in the Wizarding World, that spot would be taken by Purebloods.
Next, you have the 'middle class', the 'Halfbloods'. They are called this because they usually have a Parent who is a Pureblood and another Parent who is either a 'Muggle' (which is the Wizarding term for someone who does not have the ability to manipulate Magic) or a Parent who is a member of the 'lower class' of the Wizarding World, which we'll explain in a minute. Halfbloods do not have the same status that Purebloods do in the Wizarding World, and this also means that they do not receive the same benefits that being a Pureblood does in Wizarding Culture, but thankfully the Halfbloods receive little attention because most of the ire of Purebloods is focused on the 'lower class'.
And finally, you have what's considered as the 'lower class' in the Wizarding World, the 'Muggleborns'. These are people who are new or fairly new to the Wizarding World. They usually have recent family members who are Muggles such as Great Grandparents, Grandparents or just Parents. Muggleborns are the ones who are usually shown discrimination in the Wizarding World and even have their own derogatory name: "Mudbloods" as Purebloods believe that due to being closely associated with Muggles, their blood must not be as valuable as their own, so the value of a Mudblood's blood is akin to the value of mud.
But the treatment that Muggleborns go through is nothing compared to the treatment of Sentient Magical Creatures and offspring between a Magical Creature and a Witch or Wizard, which are known as Half-breeds. Since most of the Magical World is under control of the Witches and Wizards, they feel that they are clearly superior to any other form of life, even those that are more skilled at manipulating Magic than them. This leads to the Witches and Wizards putting in place many laws and rules etc. that give Magical Creatures and Half-breeds less rights than them and generally causes them much grief in their lives. As a result, most Magical Creatures shun the Humans and leave the Wizarding World to go live on their own as a Magical Race. Creatures that have done this include: Centaurs, Dragons (those that have not been captured or slain), Werewolves, Vampires, Merpeople, Dwarves, Elves etc. One exception being the Goblins who tried to take over the Wizarding World numerous times in Goblin rebellions. However all their attempts resulted in failure and now in modern times they have taken the role of managing the economy of the Wizarding World and storing their funds... but do you really believe that after many attempted rebellions, the Goblins would just sit down and be obedient? Food for thought...
But the worse place to be in society is to be known as a Half-breed. You have the same rights as a full Magical Creature - which is next to nothing - but you don't have the choice to leave the Wizarding World and join your Magical Race because they shun you too for your partial Human heritage, so they are stuck in the middle. Most Half-breeds keep a low profile and go to great lengths to conceal what they are in order to live some semblance of a normal life among the Witches and Wizards so it would be difficult to find a Half-breed.
Now back to the War, the side that believes Magic belongs to the Purebloods think that Magic was somehow stolen by the Muggles and thus the Muggleborns came to be. They believe that Muggleborns don't deserve Magic and should have it taken from them and then have them sent back to the Muggles, or made into servants or slaves to serve the 'clearly more important' Purebloods. They choose to ignore that it is highly likely that some time ago in the distant past their Wizarding family was started by a Muggleborn. And they also choose to remain ignorant of the fact that due to the limited number of old Wizarding families that are still alive, most of them are now related to each other in some way (even if it is a distant relation) and they are now inbreeding in order to continue the idea of keeping the blood of the family 'Pure'. This inbreeding may also be the reason why the magical strength of Purebloods has been slowly declining over time. Of course, it is also possible that most Purebloods are too arrogant nowadays to realise that they need to put more work and effort into becoming better at using Magic.
Then there is the other side in the War, who welcome the addition of Muggleborns into the Wizarding World or at least they have no issue with them. They fight to prevent the opposition from killing innocents and causing destruction in the Wizarding World.
The side that don't wish to tolerate Muggleborns are known as the Dark side, and the side that welcomes them are known as the Light side. Pretty convenient labelling, eh?
The Dark side is led by a Dark Lord who goes by the name of Lord Voldemort, and it is he who is striding down the road towards the hidden House tonight.
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Voldemort stopped as he reached the front gate of the House he had been searching for. For the past few months he had been secretly committing all his energy and available resources into learning the location of this damned House.
Such a task would be Child's play for him, if it wasn't under the Fidelius Charm. While the spell was extremely useful in keeping secrets, and the Dark Lord had his own secrets that were hidden under the same charm, it was a right pain in the backside to overcome.
Just yesterday, he had been ready to give up on this farce and focus his attention back on the War effort. He realised that if it wasn't for this distraction, he would have likely taken control of Britain and be well on the road to taking control of Magical France by now. The opposition may outnumber him and his forces, but they lacked the same co-ordination that he and his Death-Eaters had. This allowed them the advantage as they organised attacks and executed them before the opposition were able to properly mount a counter-attack.
He was also gaining more and more support every day, whether it be due to people agreeing with his cause, or cowards switching to the clearly winning side, it did not matter.
At the moment, all Voldemort was concerned about was the knowledge that he'd finally be rid of this nuisance that has been plaguing him non-stop since he learned of the damn prophecy.
The aforementioned prophecy foretold of a Child being born that would be destined to defeat him, HIM! the most powerful Dark Lord the Wizarding World has ever known, surpassing even Grindelwald at his prime during the last Great Wizarding War, also known as World War II by the Muggles.
While Voldemort did not have all the details as he only knew part of the prophecy, he knew enough to figure out for himself that the Child would either be born to the Longbottoms or to the Potters. He had more of a suspicion that the Potter Child would be the one to fulfil the prophecy because the Potters were more involved in the War than the Longbottoms. Both fought fiercely in the War but up until recently the Potters could be found participating in every high-level operation the Light side launched, and whenever there was a battle between his Death-Eaters and the Light side forces, the Potters would be one of the first on the scene.
However, not one to believe in chances, Voldemort secretly tasked a select few high-rank members from his inner circle to go and deal with the Longbottoms while he personally dealt with the Potters. It would not do for his forces to find out about the prophecy and doubt their leader so utter discretion was enforced. Also, the less who knew about this whole affair, the better; soon it would all be done and forgotten in the grand scheme of things.
It was highly fortunate that a Death-Eater recruit happened to be the secret keeper to the Fidelius Charm that protected both the Longbottoms and the Potters or the Dark Lord would not have the chance to be standing just past the Ward line that protected the property the Potters resided in.
With a small sigh at the loss of another Most Ancient and Most Noble Wizarding House (Family), the Dark Lord opened the front gate to the House and stepped past the Ward line without any inclination of effort as he immediately tore through the Wards on the House with a thought.
Almost distractedly, he unsheathed his wand and sent a silent curse that blew the front door into millions of splinters of Wood.
Looking unimpressed by the House, he didn't pay attention as he unconsciously deflected 3 simultaneous curses and in retaliation, sent a curse of his own making at his attacker.
"Carnibus vescentium"
A curse that he modified from the reanimation ritual that created Inferi. The ritual required a dead corpse for reanimation, whereas his curse needed to be used on live victims. However, his curse needed a minute or two to take effect and so it wasn't practical when there were multiple opposing combatants as the turning process could be interrupted.
Once Voldemort had his obedient Inferi slave, he ordered it to go and seek out the Lady Potter and kill her while he dealt with the Child. Inferi were the perfect grunts to be used in battles because they were fast, strong and totally obedient to their creators and were difficult to take down without the use of fire spells.
The Dark Lord took his time climbing the stairs as he heard Lady Potter sobbing and begging her husband to 'snap out of it' in the Nursery. The sobbing and begging soon turned into ear-piercing screams as he reached the top of the stairs.
With a grin of sadistic satisfaction, he walked into the Nursery to find the lifeless body of Lady Potter being very slowly devoured at the neck by Lord Potter.
"Such a waste… you were once a beautiful couple… but now you are at each other's throats… or at least one of you is." The Dark Lord chuckled to himself at his own dark sense of humour.
He idly set his Inferi slave on fire as he turned to examine the small Nursery. The room was painted in colours of Lime Green and Light Blue with a carpet the colour of White Caribbean Sand, and was filled with things that reminded him of the Sea, such as a small collection of sea shells lining the table that was standing against the far wall, and a mobile with the Sun, clouds and some Seagulls hanging over the cot that was in the centre of the room.
It was in the cot that he found what he was looking for.
Sitting quietly, staring at the bloody and burning remains of their dead parents, was the Potter Child. The Killing Curse was already glowing at the tip of the Dark Lord's wand when something about the Child caught his attention.
Voldemort had been expecting to see a raven haired boy with hazel brown eyes when he came to the House, but now he found himself staring at a girl that had blonde hair which turned dirty blonde at the roots, with vividly glowing Sea Green eyes. Instead of looking like a carbon copy of her Father, she looked like a carbon copy of her Mother.
This was interesting because from all the rumours, he had been under the thorough impression that the Potters had a baby boy instead of a girl… but what was the reason why these rumours were untrue? Was it because information was miscommunicated or was there a bigger reason?
Voldemort didn't spend long pondering this as he realised that it did not matter. Very soon the girl would be dead with her Parents and Voldemort could finally focus on taking over Britain, and he had spent too much time here already; he was sure that from the moment the Wards collapsed it wouldn't be very long before people arrived to offer assistance to the Potters.
"Avada Kedavra"
And with that he turned away from the girl and began making his way out of the Nursery, already thinking of ways to take over the Ministry and wondering how the invasion in France was going. As he was pre-occupied, he did not notice that his Killing Curse hadn't reached the girl and was instead being held back by a shield. But the shield was not just any magical shield; it was a magical shield that was comprised of water.
In his confidence, the Dark Lord did not notice that around the cot was a small array of unusual Runes. They were unusual because they were not taught in any Ancient Runes class, nor were they mentioned anywhere in any Ancient Runes texts. These Runes were knowledge only known to members of a magical race of creatures known as Sirens.
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No, not the Sirens mentioned in Greek mythology, those are actually Ancient Merpeople, which lived in Ancient times and had a completely different appearance to what they look like now. The Ancient Merpeople used to look just like the Mermaids depicted in other myths and legends and were very gifted at music with either instruments or with their enchanting voices. They lured Sailors to their covens in order to enslave them or eat them. Over time, due to mating with each other and also mating with sea creatures the Ancient Merpeople became the Merpeople that exist today, twisted looking creatures that are no longer able to sing above sea level and are forced to reside in the depths of the Waters of the World as they can no longer breathe air for long periods of time. Between their black slanted almond shaped eyes, sharp shark-like teeth and overall putrid grey skin, they resemble very little of their ancient counterparts.
However, some Ancient Merpeople did not enslave the Sailors they lured to their Home, nor did they eat them, instead they fell in love and mated with them. Over time, the offspring from the mating between an Ancient Merperson and a Human became the first Sirens.
Sirens have legs just like regular Humans, unlike the Merpeople, and are described as possessing ethereal beauty. They are also an inherently magical race, with a natural born affinity for Water and Air Magic, but are at a disadvantage when using Fire and Earth Magic.
The Magic that is taught and wielded by Witches and Wizards does not encompass a very large range of spells that use the element of Water or Air, and so over time the Sirens developed their own unique branch of powerful Magic that could only be used by those with the affinity for Water and Air Magic at the level of Sirens. The knowledge of this branch of Magic is kept a secret and only passed on to other Sirens and those that are greatly trusted. In the wrong hands, the Magic could be used to cause disasters on an immense scale, evidenced by the incident with the lost city of Atlantis that abused the knowledge of Siren Water and Air spells taught to them as a gift in order to advance their Society. The city used Water Runes to power their city, and with this power they could invent the use of technology long before electricity was discovered. But with the over use of these Runes all over the city, they ended up flooding themselves and the city was lost beneath the waves forever, along with most of the technology they developed, which to this day is still more advanced than what we have.
In modern times, Sirens have become quite rare and widespread and only a portion of the original vast knowledge of their powerful Magic has not been lost to time. Also, aside from their beauty, Sirens are quite hard to spot in a crowd and so you would never be able to tell if one passed you in the street, you would only notice that they were immensely pretty. Also at first appearances, one would be even more hard pressed to tell which was which if you had a Veela and a Siren stand next to each other as they very closely rival each other in beauty, most would say a Siren was generally more pretty in appearance, unless you had a male with you as the Veela's natural allure would kick in and cause them to forcefully focus their attention on the Veela. A Siren's version of the allure would be their voices which still have the enchanting quality that the Ancient Merpeople possessed, and this is only enhanced tenfold if a Siren starts to sing, it is almost impossible for a Siren to sing badly even if they try to do it on purpose. A Siren's allure also works on members of both genders, whereas a Veela's allure works only on members of the opposite gender, the reason behind this fact is unknown.
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Lord Voldemort was unaware of all this knowledge as he did not know that Lady Arlene Eliana Potter née Lagunov was in fact a Siren, which was not due to lack of perceptiveness on the Dark Lord's part; Lady Potter worked very hard to make sure this information was not revealed while the War was going on, even going as far as to fabricate rumours that their Child was a boy instead of a girl in case any one used the birth of a girl as evidence that Lady Potter and her daughter were both Sirens (Sirens only produced female children, and every Child was a full Siren, not a Half-breed) and discriminated against as 'Dark Creatures'.
You could also say that the reason why the Potters were so involved with the War was because they did not want Voldemort or his Death-Eaters taking charge of Britain, no matter what. If they did take control, a new age of repression would occur and Muggleborns and Magical Creatures and Half-breeds would take the brunt of it. Also, as things were now, it was not difficult to hide the information of your heritage from the Ministry as most of their workers were lazy and lax, which meant most Half-breeds and any Magical Creatures that resemble normal Humans were able to live their lives properly. Sadly Werewolves and Vampires did not come under this category as due to the... 'quirks'... of their races in particular, they were more closely monitored as a precaution; so it was very hard to hide if you were one of them.
Not that any of this knowledge would be particularly helpful to the Dark Lord at this very moment in time... but as he was struck down by the rebound of his very own killing curse and what remained of his soul became disconnected with his mortal body, which perished... aside from the very obvious pain he was feeling... he felt oddly impressed by Lady Potter's cunning.
And he was also intrigued by the power that she evidently had access to. Perhaps it would be beneficial if he made a note to himself (once he possessed a body again) to research the magic that was used... one thing he was confident on was that this magic was not of... Wizarding origin... perhaps some sort of Water Creature?
November 1st 1998 - Hogwarts Castle
In a Magical Castle, far up north in the highlands of Scotland, a wizened Wizard well over 100 years old sat pondering his plans for the coming years.
It has been a whole 24 hours since the event happened, and yet he still could not believe that the Dark Lord Voldemort, the most powerful and feared Dark Lord the Wizarding World has ever had to face, was vanquished by the little toddler that lay sleeping in an improvised cot beside him.
The age old leader of the Light gave a quiet sigh as he pulled out a Sherbet Lemon candy and placed it in his mouth. Almost immediately, the candy worked its own kind of Magic on the man, and he felt himself relax.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was getting too old to be involved in this kind of affair, and yet every time he felt like resting his dusty old bones and moving on to the next Great Adventure, he felt some kind of sentient force telling him that it wasn't his time yet, that he still had something left to do before he moved on. Yet at the same time, he was becoming highly suspicious that his own old age was getting to him. What more could he do at this age? He was hardly in shape enough to climb the Grand Staircase here at Hogwarts, let alone do something like face another Dark Lord. How many was he supposed to face in his lifetime? He had already faced 2 noteworthy ones in addition to many minor Dark Lords that had attempted to rise to power.
And once again, Dumbledore was reminded of what he was originally pondering, for these were not normal times; far from it, in fact.
Dumbledore was almost certain that despite arriving at the scene at the Potter's House in Godric's Hollow and confirming what happened himself, Voldemort was not gone for good. Despite what the prophecy said, what could a child do to a Dark Lord at the age of 1?
No, this was merely just a temporary setback in Voldemort's plans, and he'd return soon to continue what he started.
Which was why Dumbledore was currently sitting in the Headmaster's Office (His office) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, consuming Sherbet Lemons and watching over a toddler instead of celebrating the Dark Lord's demise with the rest of the Wizarding World.
He would remain alert for any signs of the return of the Dark Lord while the rest of the Wizarding World grew complacent in what they perceived to now be a time of peace. He also needed to decide as soon as possible what plans were to be put in place by the time Voldemort did return, and most of them centred on the little girl that was currently enjoying her sleep not far from where he sat.
Dumbledore did not receive his reputation as a powerful and wise Wizard for no reason. He had done research in his spare time when not getting involved with the War effort and he knew of the existence of the Horcruxes (objects that contained pieces of a person's soul) that Voldemort produced in order to ensure his own immortality. One need only hold all the right evidence and knowledge to piece the puzzle together.
He was also able to recognise when he was in the presence of one, and after examining the magical signature of the dark soul fragment, he came to the conclusion that Voldemort had inadvertently created another Horcrux, which turned out to be little Olivia Dorea Potter herself.
He theorized that after murdering the girl's parents using Magic, Voldemort's soul was split into pieces once again, and when the Killing Curse backfired and struck Voldemort, he became a shade spirit – condemned to wander the World in search of a body. But the piece of Voldemort's soul that split off from the rest went on its own search for a body to reside in and latched on to the nearest living thing which was Olivia.
There were ways in which Dumbledore could use this knowledge in his plans to his advantage and finally vanquish Voldemort from the World when he returned... yet the reason why Dumbledore was currently debating with himself was because he wasn't sure if he could condemn the life of such an innocent, precious little Magical Child after she already lost her own Parents. Could he live with himself if he only added to her pain in the future? But then again, it was all for the Greater Good…
Slowly, Dumbledore stood from his seat and strode over to the cot where Olivia lay, to check up on her. Just as before, the toddler remained blissfully asleep, dreaming of whatever 1 year olds dreamed of.
The old Professor couldn't help but smile at such an innocent sight, which caused further turmoil in the mind of the Wizard as he was now even more torn in his decision than ever. What gave him the right to intervene in someone else's life? Would the ends justify the means? Could he live with himself if he went through with these plans?
Would Ariana approve?
The tired old man was interrupted in his musings when he felt a small tug on his long beard. He looked down to see if he had caught his beard on something again when he found the end being held in the gentle but firm grip of a now awake Olivia.
The curious toddler was currently fascinated in this long white hairy thing in front of her when she awoke and had the irresistible urge to pull on it.
She gave the beard another tug, this time with more force, and when the Professor made a surprised grunt noise she started laughing and giving the beard more tugs.
This was the final straw that broke the Camel's back, so they say… Dumbledore was decided on what he needed to do.
He could not, in good conscience, condemn the life of a young innocent Child and live with himself afterwards – he wasn't that senile yet. No, instead he'd find another way to bring down Voldemort once and for all when he returned and satisfy the Greater Good. It seems that there was much that needed to be done, such as removing the Horcrux from Olivia, carrying out the Potter's Will and finding suitable guardians that would take good care of little Olivia. If he remembered correctly from when he was witnessing the signing of the Potter Will, Olivia's priority guardians were Sirius Black and his wife Lily Black née Evans.
The problem was that Sirius was currently in custody under the suspicion of betraying the Potters and Longbottoms and murdering Peter Pettigrew and a few Muggles. If no action was taken soon it was looking likely that Sirius would be thrown into Azkaban without a trial, leaving Lily all alone, and that can't happen – not when the real betrayer was Peter, who was the real secret keeper to the Potters and the Longbottoms. Dumbledore would need to intervene and get Sirius a trial to clear his name so he could take care of Olivia with Lily.
And then there was the matter of training her to face the Dark Lord when the time was right… the only question is when that is.
Dumbledore continued considering this matter as he picked Olivia up, who still hadn't released his beard, and started making his way down to the Hogwarts Infirmary where the most talented Medi-Witch he knew currently resided – Madam Poppy Pomfrey.
She could examine young Olivia to make sure no lasting effects would effect her future health as a result of recent events, meanwhile Albus was going to devote his new-found time and energy to finding a way to remove the Horcrux that had latched itself to Olivia, and then preparing her for Voldemort's return.
Wait! He forgot his Sherbet Lemons!
AN: Yes, I altered the Canon information on Sirens. According to my sources on the Internet, Sirens were in fact the Canon version of the Ancient Merpeople that I mentioned earlier in the chapter, and they bore great resemblance to the Mermaids of myth and legend. Also the Mermaid that Harry sees in the Prefect's Bathroom in the Goblet of Fire was actually supposed to be a Siren.
And yes, I changed the pairings of the Marauders so Sirius is happily married to Lily and James met a Siren named Arlene and they were married and had Olivia in 1997, more on how they met and other stuff later on as Olivia learns the same information. Don't worry, aside from the years, all the other dates are still the same, so Olivia will be born on the 31st July 1997, Neville will be born 30th July 1997 etc.
Told you I was going to change things.
Also, once again, I apologise for the info dumps in this chapter, didn't mean it to be this long but I have changed a few things here and there and thought they were important to know so there weren't any confusions later on.
Thanks for reading, hope to write for you soon :)