London, England. Local Hospital. Delivery Room 220. 09/19/1979. 5:00 pm.

Dan Granger stared at the small face staring up at him. Even small and scrunched up he could see his wife's nose, his eyes and chin. It was a perfect fusion that he had dreamed of since marrying Jane. A daughter to protect, to teach, and to love. None of that mattered as a shiver went down his spine looking into those eyes again. Eyes that were a mirror of his own save the odd glint he can see.

While Dan was completely normal he always had an odd sense around weird things. Whenever something bad happened in his life he always felt an odd sensation of unease. He would feel cold then all his hair on the back of his neck would stand up and he would want to puke. It happened the day his dad died, the day his friend's house burned up with no explanation, and even more countless times when he read about those mysterious deaths that kept happening. And every time he looked at his daughter that feeling was there.

He had tried putting it off as nervousness of being a father but the longer he stared he knew it wasn't. As the sun sank lower in the sky he knew this child was different. Something was off in the girl and he wasn't sure what it was but he didn't like it.

Godric's Hallow, England. Peverell Manor. Master Bedroom. 07/31/1980. 11:50 pm.

Pamela Isley screamed loudly gripping the sheets tightly enough to cause little rips. The woman also known as Poison Ivy breathed heavily trying to catch her breathes. The little girl inside of her was ready to come out but it hurt like a bitch.

"Come on Pam only a few more pushes." Rolling her head to the left Ivy looked into the emerald eyes so like her own. Lily Potter nee Evans could have been her twin. In fact at times she felt like she was. That's why when she had come to her begging for a favor she couldn't refuse.

Scrunching up her nose Ivy pushed harder ready to see her daughter. After what felt like forever a scream filled the room. Collapsing on the bed Ivy followed with her eyes as a pink blanket was wrapped around the child before placed in her tired arms. Lily wrapped herself around her cousin looking down at the child while her husband looked over her shoulder.

Now warm the child was quietly observing the three above her. Eyes green as her mother's roamed the trio's faces. Tufts of black hair stuck to her forehead and though she was slightly pink now Ivy knew she would end up pale just like her parents.

"Oh Pamela…she's perfect." Lily breathed. Tears filling her eyes the witch looked to her best friend. "Thank you again. Without you I wouldn't know what to do. James and I will forever be grateful." Ivy smiled softly. Wrapping her arms around the child she kissed her softly on the head.

"She is my daughter and I will always love her… but she is your daughter too Lily. Raise her well and teach her everything you know." Ivy placed the child in the other red heads hands. As the Potter's cooed over their new baby girl, Iris Pamela Potter, the clock down stairs chimed twelve times signaling the start of another day and month.

Gotham. Arkham Asylum. Female Section. High Security Cell 432. 12/12/1980. 11:00 am.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel, otherwise known as the villain Harley Quinn, bit her lip her faced squeezed in ultimate pain trying not to cry out. Panting heavily Harley relaxed after the contraction. Rubbing her stomach Harley let a single tear roll down her face thinking of the child ready to join the world. If only she was in the outside world instead of the stupid prison she would be able to enjoy this with Mr. J then they could raise the child together. While everyone thought the Joker treated her bad and at times he did she knew he really loved her; it showed in the little things he did. When he found out she was pregnant he tried keeping her from harm not even letting her go tease the Bat with him. But then when she only had one month to go the stupid hero and the boy wonder broke into their hideout. Now she was doomed to give birth in this little cell while her partner was in the male section on the other side of the prison.

The blonde let out a small moan as another contraction hit her. Her water had broken earlier that day and for the past few hours she had been in constant pain. She hoped the kid would come out soon; she wanted as much time as possible with the child. As the contraction faded the sound of heavy footsteps made her freeze.

"Hey Harley it's feeding time!" Placing both hands protectively on her belly Harley let a few more tears fall before putting a mask up. "Har- OH DEAR LORD! GET A MEDIC IN HERE STAT!"

The next ten minutes were a blur as the guards went crazy trying to get Harley out of the cell and up to the medical ward. This meant passing by the other female inmates all of whom watched passively.

"We have to hurry she's fully dilated already. An hour tops before it's born." The nurse who had shown up with the gurney spoke.

Suddenly on a bed Harley's legs were spread wide open as the doctor on site snapped orders to the nurses. This wasn't the first baby born in this place but it had been a while. With no time for pain meds the doctor began ordering her to push. Without hesitation the blond put all her energy in pushing. It took a total of three pushes than the room was filled with the cries of a baby.

"It's a girl." Harley looked with wide eyes as a pink bundle was put in her arms. Even scrunched up and pink she could see the features gained from her father. Placing a soft kiss to her forehead the villain said her silent good bye.

'I won't see you for a while, maybe never, but you are my little girl. No matter what I love you, my little angel.'

"Harley hand me the child." The warden asked calmly hands extended to take the babe.

"You harm my daughter and you will die a slow and painful death. When I get out of here I had better find her in a good home that treats her right." Harley said blue eyes cold as ice. The warden frowned before roughly taking the child and storming out of the room followed by most of the guards. Not able to do anything Harley leaned back in the bed letting just one more tear fall for her daughter.

Joker sat in his cell arms crossed irritated. He knew today was the day and he should have been there for his girls, he never told Harley but he really wanted a daughter. Joker could just feel it in his bones that Harley was giving birth right now. It helped that he saw the guards begin to freak out twenty minutes ago. Tapping his foot impatiently he waited and waited. Finally a guard walking past paused at the door. Looking straight ahead with no emotion he spoke.

"It's a girl. The warden is taking her to child services." With that said he carried onward.

An evil grin spread onto his white face.

London, England. Granger Household. 07/31/1991. 11:00 am.

For years she had known she was different. For as long as she could remember something had been off about her, everyone had known it too. The only one who ignored it seemed to be her mother. Now she knew what was so different about her. She was a witch. A true broom riding, potion making, wand waving witch.

The letter she has just received proved that. She, Hermione Granger, was a witch. Not some freak like her schoolmates thought. As she grew Hermione found a love for knowledge. Every book within reach was read within hours. While others kids played hide and seek she had begun classes in martial arts. She was good but she could improve and she knew that. However everyone else around her thought her a weird freak. At first they had tried befriending her but she shot them all down. She knew they were petty fools who would grow up to be nothing but suck ups for those richer. Thinking her stuck up the kids tried to bully her. Obviously being trained by an expert on how to fight and think that didn't work out to well for them. The kids in the school she went to learned to leave her alone after she had sent a few kids to the hospital. The teachers learned to keep a better watch on the class.

Even her father thought her weird. He loved her mother she could tell. And to anyone outside the family he loved her as well however that was all a facade. In reality he didn't care about her a single bit. He acted like she didn't even exist unless he was drunk. When he was drunk which was almost once a week he would start raving and ranting about her freakishness and how she wasn't his child. A few times he's hit her but never in sight of her mother. Her mother loved her just as much as any mother. Jane Granger showered Hermione with love and attention and treated her like an adult. Hermione loved her mother for that. She was the only one who treated her like a human. However with the opposite feelings from her parents she was starting to think her mother had an affair.

Now Hermione held in her hands her salvation from it all. Obviously not everything would change but deep within her heart she knew that soon everything would change for the better. A smirk slowly formed on her face, this was going to be good.