Chapter 1

1981: The day after Halloween.

In my first year of life, I had doubted myself. I questioned if I hadn't gone insane and only wished I'd seen what I saw. My appearance was a muddy, brown-haired, grey-eyed girl. It was a little disappointing that I wasn't even a bit as pretty as my mother.

But every single night I would earnestly think, 'Mr. and Mrs. Potter, please don't forget your wand.' Or similar, I doubt it would ever reach them, but I prayed so earnestly, hoping that just maybe this was a more forgiving world. I would add, 'Don't let your wand out of reach.' It was a foolish thing but maybe, just maybe, if I wished for that little thing enough then maybe it would come true.

But the day after Halloween in the year 1981, Owls were everywhere. Confirming once and for all that I was in the world of Harry Potter. And that my prayers hadn't been heard at all. I had even begged repeatedly for them to keep their wands today of all days and offered to leave them alone if they could hear me. But it was a foolish thing I knew as I saw owls on the news, out the windows, and one even flew inside and sat on top of my playpen.

The owl was large and black as ink. I was even able to gently pet its feathers, and the owl flew away after a few strokes. This scene obviously surprised my worried parents. Trevor had been so worried that it would hurt me, but it had just flown away harmlessly. I was too sad to really care what they were saying. It sounded important however all I could think was how this all meant that Lily and James had died. Peter had snuck away like a rat, leaving Sirius as the scapegoat, and Harry would start living with his horrible Aunt and Uncle.

I cried because of my uselessness. Sure, I was a baby and couldn't really talk yet, but I just felt so helpless. I knew about this happening, but I couldn't stop it. What if all my future efforts just make things worse and get even more people killed? What if no matter what I do it'll all be in vain? Because it has to happen as the book was written. Is that how this world works? Am I just a spectator in all of this?

It was the first time I cried since coming into this world. And nothing my kind parents could do would calm me down. I have to make things right as best I can. I have to work hard to become someone reliable so that Harry and the others could have a happy life without so much bloodshed. I have to become someone useful to them, even if they hate me. Even if I am despised, I have to do it because I can't just let it all happen and observe!

1983 May,

In three years, I managed to make my parents regard me as strange. But at least they took it in a good way. I could talk, read, and write already. I never played much with the toys that typical children my age did. Mother praised me a lot for being so smart. But really, it feels like I'm cheating at life. Which is 100% true, I suppose? Everything is easier when you do it the second time.

Trevor had filled the den with so many books it had become a mini-library that extended out into the hall. The third room upstairs became a smaller library with comics, manga, and other fictional titles while the den mainly had books for learning.

We'd gotten a kitten after my outburst, and I took excellent care of him. The kitten was a pale orange cat who we named Cream. Cream's hair was rather long and fluffy, while his eyes were golden yellow. He's become rather fat lately, so I started laying him off the snacks.

Right now, I've been particularly interested in herbology and other science books. I spent a lot of time reading about formulas and such. In my past life, it had interested me a lot, but it was good to refresh my memory. I had actually been a pretty diligent student, despite the horrible years I spent in public school.

Not to mention I was doing a lot of memory improving tasks. In this year I'd learned that my mother worked in a library and that my father worked as a consultant for the NCA. I learned that the NCA was called the National Crime Agency and that he also helps Scotland Yard occasionally. So I suppose they're both very smart people.

I hope I'm at least a tenth as smart as they are one day. However, I notice that my father mainly works as an author since he's home more than Mom. But they did leave me with a pretty boring babysitter.

The lady tried to take my book and make me take a nap, but I just glared at her until her oily black hair caught on fire. I was just as surprised and ever since I think she's terrified of me. I couldn't care less because my nap time was at least 3 hours later. The lady 'Cordelia' left me alone after that, at least.

I also found out that I probably have magic thanks to that. I spent the rest of my time trying to get a grip on the 'accidental' magic. Which was mostly failure, but I did have some small progress in being able to change the color of Trevor's shoes when I wanted to. And his reaction was always funny. Trevor's eyes would bulge and then look between me and the shoes, unsure if his mind was playing tricks on him.

1985

I was being homeschooled since I was progressing faster than public schools could ever keep up with. But I asked to be put in school so I could function as a person when I actually meet people.

I don't want to be shy or a nervous wreck because I can't understand social cues again. Plus, I wanted to practice being a people person. I never much bothered with it in my old life, but it was going to be imperative that I can read people as well as any of my comic books. I also did mental exercises, focusing on blocking off my memory inside a gift box in one of my current Christmas memories. I wondered if it would work to just barely be hidden from Snape, however; I doubted that was possible.

I've been debating if I should aim for Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. But I couldn't care less at the moment, I'll worry about which one to attend on the day it happens. Kindergarten kind of sucked, but it was good for me to be around other kids. If I was around them, then with my adult mind could predict how they would act.

It was useful. But Eventually, I could predict the teacher's actions. My parents soon followed, and so I made a decision to start my plans a little early. But first thing is first, though I needed to get in touch with a magical lawyer. And to do that, I'll need to have a conversation with my parents.

"Daddy, Mommy, we need to talk," I said once dinner was finished, and the dishes were put away.

"What is it, Pumpkin?" Serah worriedly asked as she sat on the chair beside me.

"I can do this." I levitated the apple in the fruit basket, sliced it in half, and gave each half to my parents.

I was happy the practicing I've been doing has paid off so far. However, Trevor and Serah both went white as a sheet. I knew that they'd noticed I could do odd things. But now was time for an actual discussion on it. We waited in awkward silence for a while.

"Sweetie, we've known for a while that you're very talented," Serah said kindly. "Don't worry, there are many others like you."

Huh, did she know about the magical community? I tilted my head in confusion. Perhaps Serah was related to a witch or wizard? Though Trevor was still a bit off, I suppose he knew of it as well. But his expression made me think it was something he'd only heard about once or twice.

"When you were still a baby, there was a day an owl showed up with a letter." Trevor sighed. "And your mother explained to me what it was for and why so many owls were flying around in the open."

"Yes, I have friends just like you who can do amazing things." Serah smiled a bit fondly. "But they are a very secretive group of people."

I wanted to pry into this, but I got the feeling that she has a lot of secrets. But I supposed this would be easier for me in the long run.

"I just want to learn more about it. So I don't accidentally hurt you." I said tentatively, and Trevor hugged me with one arm.

"Don't worry Ava, we'll help you," Trevor said and smiled gently while hugging me even tighter.

Shaking a little, I knew he was definitely worried about something. But I didn't know if it was of me or for me. I hummed a bit and looked up at Trevor. His now stoic expression made me a little worried. I wasn't confident in my ability to read him anymore.

"Daddy… Do you think I'm strange?" Trevor ran a hand over his face and patted my head with the other.

His messy brown hair falling around his face as he looked me straight in the eye. His warm grey eyes filled with determination as he gently caressed my head. And then he smiled so warmly I think I might've fallen in love if he wasn't my dad. No one's ever looked at me with such unconditional care in their eyes. My heart aches with being met with such a thing.

"It doesn't matter if you have powers if you hate reading or even if one day you'll say you hate me. But don't you ever think for even a split second that we would ever not love you." Trever said, and it made my heart feel uncomfortably warm. "So what if you're a little strange? Being normal is for boring losers!"

"You're our amazing little girl, no matter what," Serah added in joining in on this bear hug.

It wasn't until now that I could fully and wholeheartedly relax. I'd planned to say more, but my emotions right now were all over the place. This was the first time in my entire existence that someone made it clear they cared about me. And I don't deserve it at all. In this life I- I'm so thankful for these parents.

I'm so thankful for this life and the chance to be useful. I won't let it out of my sight.

"I wanna marry someone like Daddy." I don't know why I said it really, but I think if I could find someone even half as wonderful as Trevor Smith, I'd have to treasure them.

Trevor and Serah laughed amusedly at my statement. But I didn't care at all because it was true. I want to be with someone who is just like my father in this life. Because my father Trevor Smith is an amazing man and I refuse to become a rebellious brat in the future!

1987

"Beep! Beep!" I tapped the alarm clock to shut it off before rolling out of bed.

Today was the day! After lots of strenuous information gathering from Trevor, it took him 2 years to fully uncover the magical world. But it was not without issues. Considering I could do magic to show the magical investigators, we narrowly escaped being mind-wiped. It had been a bumpy ride to get here, but finally, we've got ourselves a magical lawyer who'll hear us out!

Serah and Trevor had quickly set up a bank account with Gringotts, and then they bought any and every book they could get their hands on. And we all read as much as possible. Absorbing the contents of every book that came into our hands greedily. We really are like 3 peas in a pod when it comes to books! I filed away each piece of information in a mental library and sorted it all by content. I can control aspects of my memory thanks to all of my effort.

Today was the day I was going to meet with a lawyer. Finding a magical lawyer had been very hard, as the Ministry was a complete mess regarding them. Trevor had sworn a lot until we got some decent information regarding where to find magical lawyers at all and even then most of them refused our case. That was until a man by the name of Rubart Gail accepted to have a sit-down with us.

I got dressed quickly before going downstairs to prepare for breakfast. Once things were in order and I had some spare time, I started reading the book about the behaviors of Dementors. I finally got to the part that wasn't in the book series 'Harry Potter' it was about their communication. Which was a very interesting thing to see.

Dementors can understand human speech and even use it themselves. Dementors tend to only respond to truly focused minds or anyone they might think is 'interesting' however most people who communicate with such evil fiends tend to be of the same nature. Or high-ranking Ministry Officials with who they have to communicate with.

If I played my cards right, maybe I could uncover something interesting if I simply talk with a Dementor. I don't quite know why, but I've always had a feeling that Dementors were misunderstood. I'm also very curious about vampires as well. There are so many aspects of this world that J.K never went into detail about.

But either way today we had an appointment with Mr. Rubert Gail. He sounded a bit odd in his letters, however; he was the only one willing to lend an ear to my request. I finished the book by the time the coffee maker dinged to tell me coffee was done. Eagerly, I poured myself a cup. Even if I am in the UK now, I am still a coffee person.

"Smells good Pumpkin," Trevor groaned a bit from having to wake up so early.

I felt that on a spiritual level and apologized mentally. But hopefully, once Sirius is out as a free man, perhaps he could help me prepare for the rest. Trevor was ready and willing, but Sirius would definitely be able to get magical-related information easier. Besides, it could become way too dangerous and I couldn't handle it if something happened to him.

"Morning Daddy," I kissed him on the cheek and poured him a cup of coffee as he sat in the chair.

I returned to making breakfast as I opened the book 'Beating the Bludgers' and read it in between breaks for cooking. My days usually consisted of books and basic workout routines. I wasn't going to be useful if I couldn't even walk around Hogwarts without fainting after all.

Seriously, there are no escalators at Hogwarts. But I suppose I should look into hand-to-hand combat and gymnastics. I'll do it after I get Sirius a decent lawyer. But for now, all I can do is prepare my knowledge banks, my observation skills, and keeping my senses sharp.

I truly hope that my efforts will be fruitful by the end of it all. I watched Trever in the corner of my eye as he read the book on Dementors. His expression was rather stoic about it.

"It seems even a magical world has its blights…" Trever sighed and flipped through the file I had meticulously crafted to show the lawyer we were going to see.

"Dad non-magical people can't see them either. But I think that Dementors might be misunderstood. You saw how the Ministry handles things they're terrible at being polite to anything they view as 'dark' in any way."

Trevor frowned thoughtfully thinking back to it. "And that horrible registry that lady Umbridge is trying to push isn't very good either." Trevor sighed he had gotten invested in the wizarding politics since they were uncomfortably messy compared to the muggle government.

Trevor wasn't a fan of how they handled most things. And I also felt that on a spiritual level.

"It's terrible they've done this to their 'hero' I mean no one has even checked up on him all this time," I said, observing the file my father had set back on the table.

"I suppose not even magic can help a government-run smoothly…" Serah chuckled, stepping into the kitchen.

I huffed I knew this was the plot of the books but it really truly ruffles my feathers. The magical world has so much incompetence. Sarah kindly took over the cooking for me. I overlooked the blue file more deeply now and nodded in approval. It was very detailed, so this should be fine to hand to Mr. Rubart.

"The more I think about the situation the more questions it raises." Trever frowned in distaste. "Even if there was a spell that could accomplish an explosion like that, but leaves only a finger behind… Even magic has to have some sort of physics. The data just doesn't add up."

"Sirius has been in Azkaban for years so a truth spell would clear this all up," I added. "He'd definitely have no willpower to resist it."

Our conversation from this morning was repeated by my father, who was doing most of the talking. Rubart Gail was a charming man in his own right, I mused. With his black hair and just as jet-black eyes that held a spark that just made me know he wasn't concerned with sending ripples up the ladder.

His office was immaculate, he also worked as a muggle lawyer since it paid better than magical law. However, his passion was rooted in the magical community. But it allowed him to have the funds to dress well. His expression was reluctant, however, upon reading it became more brooding. He'd probably thought it was a lost cause case until now. He probably made an appointment on a whim.

"If this is true, I'll need to visit Azkaban… With a little instrument called the Tattle Tail." Gail said and I blinked in surprise.

"What's a tattle tail?" I wondered, as I've never heard of this before.

Then again J.K was pretty vague and unlike the books, this was a full-fledged world there are likely many things that could prove useful that never appeared in the books. I only have so much knowledge because of those books, like how is it I can use wandless magic without being caught? And other things, but my working theory is once you receive a wand, the trace is placed on you or after you go to Hogwarts.

"It's a magical lizard that can sense when someone is lying or telling the truth. It can even sense the truth even if the person doesn't remember it because of a memory erasure." Gail informed with a polite smile...

"That's really convenient, why doesn't the Ministry use it?" Trevor asked rather confusedly.

"It's a relatively new creature that came into existence thanks to someone's lizard drinking a spilled bottle of truth elixir. However, wizards don't look fondly upon them because of their relation to snakes." Gail explained it smoothly.

It was also possible he was a lying sack of crap. But if this is true, that would be very useful. And his explanation made sense if you applied wizard logic… I'm starting to understand more clearly just how negligent the wizarding world is. Because clearly all lizards are snakes, and snakes are all evil! Is it too late to run the ministry officials over with a semi-truck?

Trevor and Gail both discussed going to Azkaban and what it would entail. However, it annoyed me that they were leaving me out of the equation. Sure, only ministry official personnel ever went, but it was apparently fine to go as long as you made an appointment. However, nobody went to visit unless it was official business.

"I'm coming with you guys. I want to see for myself if it really is like we think." I said, but his face fell immediately with concern.

Gail was definitely a good man, as he was worried about me. And I had to remember I look like a child, even though I feel like an adult mentally.

"Only after we confirm that lizard is a real thing. No offense Mr. Gail, but we've had quite enough people trying to pull the wool over our eyes." Trevor said while patting my head.

It seemed Trevor was being cautious as ever when dealing with magical people. He's so smart and cool! And it seems he's willing to put up with my request. Despite how he really felt about it. Which was most definitely no fucking way in hell child! Because I can read him like a book and he is the most adorable man, I will probably ever meet! Ah, it feels so nice to have a dad who cares about me!

But Gail was pale as a sheet, looking between us like we'd gone mad. This is likely very true, since the search for a lawyer was very strenuous.

"Mr. Smith, Dementors are very dangerous and Azkaban isn't a good place for anyone to be." Gail was earnestly explained his reasoning. "Getting the clearance alone for a muggle would be a nightmare, and that's not to say bringing a child along!"

Trevor eyed me for a moment. He was conflicted about it himself however we've built a sort of trust while uncovering the wizarding world. However, that doesn't mean it isn't a hard decision on his part.

"Ava is the one who found the discrepancy in the first place, it's only right she gets to see the truth with her own eyes.." Trevor said and stared at me to which I put my hands up.

"Yes!" I grinned.

"But you'll stay close at all times!" Trevor barked, using his serious dad mode voice, and I cowered a little.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" I quickly submitted to his demands with a beaming smile.

Trevor is actually really scary when he's serious. Mr. Gail coward a bit from the aura around Trevor when he was showing how serious he was taking this. Ah, my father is actually really cute when he's worried. He is a super cute man!

"Oh, and we should invite Mr. Lupin! And go on the 14th." I said quickly, remembering when the full moon would be and then calculating the best day after. Also, was my father trying to insinuate I would try to cause trouble? How rude!

"Mr. Lupin?" Gail asked, and I cleared my throat.

It was time for me to do my part here. I should show him that I'm capable mentally, even if I am a child. It might even ease the man's worries.

"James, Peter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius were all friends. I think Remus deserves the truth after all he lost all of his friends in one night." I explained, and he sat back thoughtfully as he looked through the part about Remus Lupin in our file.

"I don't think you understand the clearance issue this will be and you wanted Mr. Lovegood to come, isn't that right?" Mr. Gail rubbed his temples, beginning to think this was a terrible idea.

"Mr. Gail, I understand that coming from a muggle this seems like an outrageous ask. But I do have experience with muggle law, and while learning and operating by magical laws is a challenge, I understand the risks involved. But are you willing to let an innocent man rot in Azkaban? Sirius Black is innocent and I believe Peter is alive and well right now waiting for his chance to help You-Know-Who." Trevor's speech made me happy knowing that he was all in on this.

Gail paled at the very thought. "You think You-know-who is alive?" Gail questioned, and I made eye contact with Trevor and he nodded.

"We believe that he is buying time and gathering strength. Do you honestly think a single baby could defeat him?" Trevor wondered. "Lily Potter was the one who defeated him. I am certain of this."

Gail furrowed his brows thoughtfully. Before we began discussing the appropriate arrangements to get all of this sorted and official in detail.