Okay the usual disclaimer. I do not own Harry Potter. That honor goes to J.K. Rowling.
Now after consulting many fellow writers and friends I have finally figured out how she is getting to Hogwarts. Now I have to decide if Dumbledore should be a well meaning Manipulative Bastard. Or should he be the cliché behind the scenes dark lord. Like emperor Palpitine from star wars. If anyone have any suggestions fell free to make them.
Little wolf Orphanage. November third. Nineteen eighty-nine. Southern London.
The mighty city of London was fast asleep. Those that where awake went about there jobs in peaceful bliss. Unaware of the evil that had just been vanquished a mere three days prior, or the fate that they narrowly escaped. It was one this day that one young girls future was about to begin. The sun was slowly breaking over the horizon. As the city was slowly began to come to life one small orphanage was about to receive a very special delivery. One destined to forever change the world.
The glow of the morning sun caused the shadows to stretch long and wide. Cloaking many things better then in the darkest of nights. It was from one of these shadows that one lone woman seemed to faze into being. As she walked towards the street she stopped. Allowing the golden rays of the morning sun to reveal her to the world. As none other then Lily Potter herself. Her long crimson hair flowed in the breeze. While her face showed nothing but pain and anguish. A heavy brown trench coat kept the chill of the November air's bite from reaching her. While her arms where wrapped protectively around a small bundle. Her eyes where like a hawks as she looked at the building before her. The building was made from marble towering and impressive five stories tall. The Stained glass windows filled the top floors. While the massive wooden door looked as if giants could walk threw it. The grounds around the building where filled with gardens. While in the back was a large greenhouse. Already she could see several lights threw the windows.
Looking for traffic she dashed towards the building. Crossing threw the gate she could feel and old protective ward. Having scoped the building out in advance she knew the ward was meant to simply fend off dark creatures. Cast long ago when the place was run by a witch. Her name now forgotten to the modern world. As she reached the door she stopped to look at the bundle of pink cloth in her arms. As she saw the tiny face of her daughter. She couldn't help but let the tears flow freely. The tears falling staining the blanket. Looking at the door she couldn't bring herself to simply leave her there. She was her flesh and blood. As she was about to turn away she paused. As soon the memories of what brought her to this point flooded back to her mind like a bad dream.
November first St. Mungos Hospital of Magical Ailments.
With eyes full of worry Lily potter looked at the recovering form of her door husband. Bandages where wrapped around all but the left side of his face. As the wounds he sustained had been deep. The loss of blood had nearly killed him. While to her dismay one lone splinter had taken his right eye. She didn't know how she would break it to him. She knew his dream was to one day quit being an Auror and become a pro Quidditch player. With only one eye she knew that was now impossible. As she looked at her dear husband her eyes drifted to the nearby cribs. In them her twin children slept soundly. Her son Jacob and her Daughter Harriet. She had no idea what had happened to Voldemort. Or how he was vanquished. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had cast the most unforgivable of curses the killing curse. Yet somehow the spell backfired killing him instead. Her scan of the room showed no outside force had interfered in the spell. Only burnt robes and the wand that had slain over one thousand men and women. For nearly six hours one of the hospitals best a healer by the name of Ginny Lockheart examined the twins. The results of her tests had gone strait to her mentor Albus Dumbledore. The one wizard the dark lord was hesitant to fight. She now waited patiently for him to arrive.
With a soft click of metal the large doors opened. Like a cat she was instantly to her feet. Desperate for answers she looked on as Albus Dumbledore himself entered. The aged wizard walked as if a great weight was on his shoulders. The man appeared to be in his late sixties, despite being a man well over one hundred and thirty. With a long beard that reached halfway down his chest. His eyes held deep wisdom few ever achieved in his lifetime. While on normal days one would find him in colorful robes. Today he was in tattered battle gear. The scorch marks and gashes marring the dragon hide a testament to what he had gone threw in the war. While the latest raid in Diagon alley had captured nearly twenty death eaters. Six had taken there own lives when the dark mark faded. As he walked over to her she knew what he had to say was not good news. As he reached her he gave her a comforting hug and said gently. "How are you doing my dear?" Fighting back the tears she looked at him and said. "I have been better professor. They said James will be fine. Though he lost his eye in the attack."
That was her attempt to get the ball rolling. To ask the question that had been plaguing her like a demon. Seeing the fear in her eyes Dumbledore knew he had to put it all out in the open. Getting her attention he motioned towards the nearby chairs. "My dear trust me you may want to sit down." The color began to drain from her face when he said those words. It took his help to guide her to the seat. Her eyes where constantly on the cribs. Seeing her like this Dumbledore could hardly believe that the woman before her was the infamous Shadow Lion. The Hit wizard who single handedly captured three of Voldemort's elite death eaters. Knowing she wouldn't understand the true weight of what he was about to tell her. The ancient wizard cast a wandless calming charm on her. The effect caused her eyes to become slightly more focused on him.
With a deep breath and a heavy heart he told her what he had learned. "My dear I have spent the last hour with miss Lockheart. Going over the tests one dear Jacob and Harriet. It was only after every test, and going over all the evidence. Including your testimony and examining Voldemort's wand. That I have realized that there is only one conclusion. Your son was hit with the killing curse." At seeing the color drain from her face he knew he didn't have much time to calm her. "Healer Lockheart found trace magic of a dark curse in his system. Not enough to harm him but enough to be found. I believe that you son somehow deflected the curse back at Voldemort Defeating him. Your son has done what every witch wizard and everything in between thought impossible. He survived the unsurvivable." It was with a shaky voice she asked him. "What about Harriet? She was next to him in the crib." It was with great pain that he had to tell he this. Looking at the two cribs himself he spoke barely above a whisper. "The healer gave her a series of tests. Ranging from simple health to the magical power exam. What she apparently found was most dire. It would seem your daughter is a squib. She could find no trace of any magic within her. Note even a trace of the dark magic that struck her brother." He looked at her cautiously waiting for her to process his words.
Lily was ghost white. The sheer thought of her daughter not going to Hogwarts was like a dagger to the heart. Never would she see the wonders of the magical world. Knowing that it had to be said Dumbledore said almost to bluntly. "My dear we have to discuss where to send her." Lily looked at him in horror. Unbelieving he could say something like that she was speechless. Trying to get her to understand he explained. "My dear please see reason. Your son will soon be the most famous wizard in Europe. Everyone will soon know his name. People will seek to use him for there own gain. While followers of Voldemort will hunt him down for revenge. Voldemort himself found a way to find you. We still haven't found Sirius to see if he betrayed you both to Voldemort. Who knows what he taught his followers. He must be trained for the future. If she was born a witch she may have been able to stay. But in the coming years she will be defenseless. They will use her to get to him."
Tears freely fell from her face as she lost almost all control. She couldn't bare to part with her daughter. A child she had faced down the dark lord with no fear to protect. Who she hoped would grow up to be a legendary witch. It was all to much for her. Looking at him with pleading eyes she said on the verge of hysterics. "Please at least let me talk with James about this. He deserves to be in this decision to." With a nod of his head Dumbledore stood up to leave. With one last mournful look he said gently. "Take all the time you need my dear. I must meet with the Wizardamigot to confirm the dark lord has finally fallen." With that he left he to make the single hardest choice of her life.
Eight hours later.
When James Potter awoke six hours before hand it was to shock and confusion. The last thing he had remembered was the door exploding towards him. Only to awake covered head to toe in bandages soaked in healing ointments. It was a great relief when he saw his wife unharmed, along with his children. That soon turned to dread when he saw the pained look in his wife's eyes. For the next two hours she told him everything. From the moment Voldemort attacked to this very moment. Already reporters where trying to get inside to interview them. Parties where being thrown in the streets. All over Britain people where enjoying the first thing to be truly happy about in nearly ten years. When all was said and done James looked at her with his one good eye. In an almost hollow voice he said. "Lily listen very carefully. I want you to get rid of Harriet." He could see the betrayal and horror in her eyes. Taking a deep breath he explained his reason.
"Lily there is something you have to realize. In the Wizarding world squibs are seen as the worst of the worst. The families the don't disown or abandon them have been thrown out of the ministry. How do you think the Weasleys got how they where. To make things worse Jacob is going to be a star of the Wizarding world. Everyone will love him, while they show her nothing but scorn and ridicule. I know Lily I don't think I don't believe I know that if we don't do this and soon, she will go dark or worse. Please Lily you have to see reason."
Lily looked at him dead in the eye. Her years in this world told her everything he said was true. It was then she knew what she had to do. Sensing she had finally come to a choice he said weakly. "Please Lily let me hold her one last time." With that she walked over to her daughter. Picking her up she carefully handed her over to her parents. The two looked down at her with tearful eyes.
The orphanage.
Coming back to reality she looked down her daughters sleeping face. Holding her with her left arm she drew out her wand. Placing the tip on her daughter's back she whispered a spell of her own creation. As the tip of her wand glowed a faint blue the spell went to work. Beneath the blanket on her daughter's back formed a tattoo. In the center of her back was a serpent like dragon in a coiled in a circle. The head clamped down on the tip of it's own tail. While the beast's wings where bent into the center of the circle. The mark was dull red looking like a birthmark. Beneath her jacket a small crystal on a necklace began to glow blue. As she put her wand away she reached into the jacket. Pulling out the gem she said with a shaky voice. "With this I will always know if you are safe. Take care my little Harriet." As she placed the crystal back in her jacket the mark began to fade.
Setting her down Lily rang the doorbell. Swiftly she drew her wand once more as she cast a disillusionment charm on herself. To all but the most powerful wizards she was all but invisible. With anxious eyes she waited for the door to open. He wait wasn't long as a young woman with long blond hair opened the door. At seeing the little bundle her eyes shot wide open. Instantly picking her up she turned around and said in a panic. "Miss Darkholme come quickly." As the door shut Lily had to fight the urge to run in there, with every fiber of her being. Little did she know the mistake she made that day would ripple threw out time and space. Affecting the entire world in the years to come. With the softest of pops she vanished into thin air. Her work done she swore that her son would get all the love and attention she could give. All the love she wished she could give to her twin children. One now lost to her for many years to come.
Inside the building the young girl carried the young infant threw the halls. As she walked threw the halls the lights lightly flickered. As her goal was the small infirmary for all the children and new arrivals. With a nervous air about her she found an empty crib. As she set the child down the young woman said nervously. "There there everything is going to all right." As she began to look the sleeping child over in a slight panic a calm woman's voice rang threw out the room. Her tone held no fear or panic. "My dear if you fuss like this every time we get a drop off you will go grey in less then a year." Looking up she saw her mentor and boss standing calmly in the doorway.
Standing there was a young woman appearing to be in her late twenties. Her red hair reaching just past her shoulders. Dressed in simple jeans and a white T shirt. She would at first thought seem like a normal run of the mill person. This though shattered with one simple fact. This woman's skin was blue as the sea. While certain patches around her cheeks and forearms appeared to have a lizard like texture to them. Walking more into the lit room revealed her eyes where nearly solid yellow. With slit like pupils for eyes. This was Raven Darkholme one of the most skilled shape shifters on earth. As she walked towards the crib a ripple started at the top of her head. Running down her body his hair skin and face changed. In less then a second she had become a near mirror image of the young woman. With only one difference between them. The copies hair was dull grey and several wrinkles where around her eyes. In a voice identical to the young girls she asked her amused. "You don't want to look like this when you just twenty five do you." With a smile she changed back as the young woman smiled. "Now see that's what I'm talking about my dear. To survive in this place you must find happiness wherever possible. Now lets see to our new arrival."
Stepping aside she allowed her to get a good look at the sleeping infant. With great care she began to unwrap the blanket. Checking to see if there where any obvious ailments that would cause her to be left there. As she did she said calmly. "Well there seems to be nothing wrong with our little angel here. Fiona be a dear and get the tape from the hidden camera. I'd like to see just who and when she was left here." As she left she leaned down to get a closer look. Her trained eyes barely caught it. It was only as she held up a thin strand of red hair that she could see it. At the very base of her hair right at the very root. Was the tiniest hint of bright green. With a soft gasp she whispered. "Could she be a Meta." With a slight whimper she awoke. Hungry and confused she began to cry. Standing up she walked over to a nearby table. On it rested a small radio player. Picking up the small player she didn't hesitate to hit play. As soft melody began to play she smiled and said while walking back. "There there little one just hold on and we'll get you some nice." She stopped in her tracks as static shot out of the player. Alarmed she stepped back only for the player to go back to normal. Curious she looked at the player for a moment. Only to then look back at the crying infant. "I wonder." As she lifted the player up she held it towards her. Once more static shot out only for her to pull it back and return to normal. Three more times she held out the player. Only for her to pull it back every time. Setting the player down she confirmed her suspicions. Clicking the player off she picked the toddler op and said. "Let's get you some formula."
Having found the tape from the security camera Fiona dashed off to find Raven. Cassette in hand she searched threw out the building. As the children headed for breakfast she heard them talking about the new arrival in the cafeteria. Running there she saw Raven feeding her a bottle of formula. A she reached her she said with joy "Miss Darkholme I found it." As she held up the tape she was confused as she saw the mild horror in her mentor's eyes. Confused she asked her nervously. "What's wrong Miss Darkholme?" Looking from the tape to the child in her arms she said simply. "If I'm right that tape just got erased by our new arrival." Still confused she asked her. "What do you mean? How could she?" She stopped mid sentence at seeing the blunt look Raven was giving her. The color drained from her face as she looked at the feeding infant in awe. "You mean to say she's" She let the question linger while the children and staff watched the two curious. With a grin the shape shifter said just loud enough to here. "Yep this little one just may be a Meta human. I'm taking her to the D.M.A center this afternoon to make sure. If she is she wouldn't stay here for long that's for sure." The staff and children broke in loud whispers as they talked about the little girl. Said infant was blissfully unaware of the chaos she was bringing about.
Meanwhile all across magical Britain wizards witches and everything in between where celebrating the fall of Lord Voldemort. Many of there celebrations nearly exposed magic to the world. While each and every one celebrating all had one name in there minds. The supposed savior of the Wizarding world Jacob Potter. Toasts in the thousands went to him. While those that served the Dark lord now focused on staying out of prison. Many knew that most of there wealth would have to go to pay of the courts. While others could only hope they could talk there way out. In all these witches and wizards minds. Only two where thinking of a tiny little girl Named Harriet Potter.
There we go another chapter done. I hope you all liked it. Just one more chapter to set everything up. Then the fun really begins. Let's just say this story will earn it's rating. Also in case you haven't noticed I made one slight change to the first chapter. Where Hermione called herself Apocalypse, I changed it to another marvel villainess. The recently revealed daughter of mister sinister Miss Sinister. I figured Apocalypse just didn't fit right. While sinister has both brains and powers. I also made the abandonment of Harriet truly heartbreaking. Instead of the whole cliche just dump her and forget her. Remember any suggestions would be appreciated.