1 November, 1981

Mr and Mrs Dursley,

I regret to inform you that on the eve of 31 October, 1981 Lily Potter neé Evans, and her husband, James Potter, were killed by our world's greatest threat. Their daughter, our world's Girl-who-lived, Ivory Potter, is the only known survivor of the Dark Lord. She was born on 31 July, 1980

Take care of your niece.

Albus Dumbledore

Mary stared down at the letter in her hands while John took care of the sleeping toddler. It was late in the evening and Dean had been asleep for about ten minutes before there had been a knock at the door and a crying toddler left on the doorstep.

"John." Mary said softly. "I don't understand how Ivory got here. We don't know any Dursley's. How…"

"I don't know, Mary." John replied just as softly, trying to get the crying toddler to calm down. She kept crying for Mama, Papa, Pa-foo, and Mooy. "It doesn't look like she comes from a very safe world, wherever she comes from."

Mary agreed. Whoever left a screaming child on someone's doorstep when it was clearly changing to the colder season… Mary just couldn't understand it.

"We are going to raise her like our own, aren't we?" she asked warily. Two children, eighteen months apart, were going to be a handful. With Dean not liking to share, especially.

John smiled at his wife. "Only if you want."

She gave a slow nod. "How will this be explained to our neighbors?" she asked. They couldn't really say the toddler appeared, literally, on their doorstep step and not tell the police.

"We will probably have to move out of state for a little while. I can forge both Dean and her one. Where would you like to go?"

Mary didn't agree with her husband's ease in which he talked about breaking the law, but she didn't say much on the subject. "Kansas." she finally decided with a smile. They'd moved out to New York City because of her going to school, but Kansas was probably a better place to raise a family.

John didn't seem to like the idea of living in the middle of nowhere, but didn't complain as he finally got the crying toddler to stop and was sleeping against his shoulder.

"Change her date of birth as well, John, if something happened and they targeted her for birthday…."

He understood, "How does March sound?" he asked as he laid Ivory down on the couch and got a blanket, wrapping her up in it.

Mary nodded. "I should probably go start packing so we can be gone before anyone notices there's a fourth person here." She said softly. The letter crumbling in her hand as she turned to walk down the hall to their room.

It was a relatively normal sized house, just one floor, with another room besides hers and John's, and it had been big enough when it had just been the three of them…

She packed their stuff quickly, only taking six hours to pack nearly everything in the house. By the time she was done, she was more than a little exhausted. It had taken John about the same amount of time to find another house for them, and forge the birth certificates for the to kids.

Somehow, he even managed to get Ivory a Social Security Number. She didn't plan on asking.

The only thing not packed and ready to go where the beds. Which reminded her, they needed to get the newest addition her own bed. They were probably going to be buying new furniture as well. That didn't bother her, she didn't like the furniture to begin with.

Waking up her son, she dressed him. By the time both of them were dressed, everything was loaded in the truck and it was just waiting for the four of them to get in.

1983

The family dynamic hadn't changed much with the move. Both of the older kids thought they were from her and didn't question other wise. It probably helped that they weren't old enough to really understand what was happening, before or after the move.

Mary was exhausted, however. Nine months of growing a second child in her (third, if anyone absolutely had to ask) while chasing after two kids- three and four- made her so exhausted she could barely keep her head up.

She gazed down at Samuel, he was only six months old. "Dean, Ivory, come say goodnight to your younger brother."

Mary was thankfully the hellions listened when it had something to do with Sam. Or Sammy, as Dean started calling him with Ivory trying hard to mimic her older brother. She couldn't imagine not having Ivory in their family.

Once the two kissed their brother goodnight and gave her a hug, she sat him down in his crib and smiled happily, making sure he was comfortable before following the two older ones out.

She tucked Ivory in first, kissing her and making sure she wasn't going to freeze in the cool weather (it had been two years, in a month, since they'd moved from New York).

She then went to Dean's room and tucked him in. She was grateful that he'd accepted Ivory as if he'd only been a year old when they got him. She climbed into bed, eyes closing as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Dean hadn't fallen asleep. The four-year-old had a feeling something was wrong. So, he went and checked on his sister, pulling her out of bed when it was clear she also wasn't asleep.

"Go check on Sammy." he whispered to her as he pulled her towards the door.

"Daddy?" he asked, seeing his father looking panicked and holding Sammy.

"Take your brother and sister and run as fast as you can outside." his father said shoving Sam into his arms and shoving the three of them towards the stairs. Ivory held onto him as they ran, neither looked back.

Once they got outside, both simultaneously turned and saw an explosion before their father swept them away.

They all looked at their burning home with sadness, John mourning the loss of his wife. The mourning quickly turned into anger. He would kill the demon who did this to her.

1991

Albus was having a fun day. Not. The whole plan was going to fall apart if they didn't find the Girl-who-lived and soon. He hoped that the Dursley's hadn't killed her while 'disciplining' her. There would be a hunt for her killer. Though, if that were the case… this could work even better.

He could say it had been Voldemort who had killed her… proving his point that the dark Lord really wasn't gone….

He really wished it hadn't come to her not showing up at Hogwarts for him to finally get the team he needed to finish what he'd started so long ago.

The Headmaster grinned darkly as he figured out a way you take over both Wizard and Muggle England without the ministry finding out before it was too late.

AN

Hello friends. I just thought it give a crossover a shot. I mean, it's SUPERNATURAL and HARRY POTTER. They were just made to be a cross over. I don't own any characters you actually recognize. Only this idea. Peace out, friends.