Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That prestigious honour goes to the lovely JK Rowling. She makes the moola, not me.

A/N: I honestly have no idea where I want this piece to go. I'm tempted to just make this a one-shot, but I feel like I could make something out of this if I tried. Either way, I hope you enjoy it.

The Blessings of Rose Potter

Chapter 1

James Potter's wand whipped and whirled as he fought the legendary Dark Lord Voldemort trying to keep him away from his family upstairs. Flashes of green, red, and blue lit up the interior of Godric's Hollow and James danced to the side, knocking over a table, just as a tripping hex was about to sneak under it and get him. James seemed to be holding his own, but it was just an illusion. Any discerning eye would have seen that James Potter was losing. He had the proverbial tiger by the tail at the moment, but it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip. James was painfully aware of this, he knew in his heart of hearts, he was going to die and so he called out to a group of entities that he wasn't even sure were real, and prayed.

"Hear me gods and goddesses of old. Above me stands my beloved wife and precious daughter. If my life is to end tonight, and my soul be taken away, I pray you grant me a favour. Please, give my daughter a good life filled with love and happiness. And give her a good husband while your at it. One who is fun loving and will show her all the wonders of the world."

In the realm of the gods, the prayer of one James Potter reached the ears of one particular god. One who had been following the Marauder's career for quite some time and absolutely loved their work.

"Hmmm… a most intriguing proposition," the being known as Loki smirked, "but why stop at just one lover... When you can have several! HA HA!"

Loki began weaving his magic, and as a God of Mischief, he enacted a plan of his own. The girls life will be filled with love, alright.

Usually a single mortal would only be able to receive one blessing from a god or goddess unless specifically mandated by fate, but when has the God of Tricks ever been preoccupied with tradition. This way is just more fun.

"I, Loki, God of Mischief, her by bless you, Rose Potter, daughter of James and Lily Potter. Henceforth, your life shall be filled with love— relatively speaking— and your future spouse will be fun loving and will show you wonders of the world. Your soulmate shall be… Luna Lovegood!"

The Lord of Tricks laughed maniacally as he cast his blessing.

Oh, the scandal this girl will cause in the wizarding world. Such a male dominated society they have. They were due for some shake ups in their hierarchy. This will due quite nicely.

Down on Earth, James Potter fell to a Killing Curse. As his soul was ripped from his body, James could have sworn he heard an unhinged laugh that wasn't coming from Voldemort, but his soul passed on before he could really tell.

-0-0-0-0-0-

Lily Potter, stood in front of the crib where her daughter still resided. She knew her spells would save her little girl, but that didn't make facing the most evil man in modern history any less frightening. In the end though, she was a Gryffindor. She would gladly give her life for Roses and in the process, grant her the ultimate protection.

Before she could face him however, she decided it wouldn't hurt to ask for some divine help.

"Please, if anyone is hearing this, I beg of you, hear this mother's plea. Bless my daughter. Bless her with a good head and sharp mind. And also, if it's not too much to ask, a husband that is smart, loyal, and will nurture her mind as much as her heart."

In the realm of gods, the prayer of one Lily Potter reached the ears of one particular god. One who had seen and admired what the young witch had achieved this night. Something that every other witch or wizard had thought impossible. She developed a defence against the Killing Curse.

"Such a fine bit of spell work," Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle, said, "the ingenious arthramancy, the practically artistic runework. It's such a shame that mind like yours should be fated to pass before your time. I will grant you your favour."

Athena checked things over, the girl had received no other blessings from any other gods of any pantheon, so she began weaving her magic.

"I, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Battle, herby bless you, Rose Potter, daughter of James and Lily Potter. Henceforth, you shall be blessed with an intelligence to rival the best, and the common sense to use it. Your future spouse shall be as intelligent and loyal as yourself, and will nurture your mind as well as your heart. To that end, your soulmate shall be… Hermione Granger!"

The goddess of Wisdom started down dispassionately at the baby Rose as she cast her blessing. A fitting replacement for her mother. All the things that Lily Potter could have achieved, might yet come to pass in her daughter. Also, the fact that a fated hero such as herself was a lesbian especially pleased her. Combating ignorance was always a pet project of hers and the plight of the LGBT community was an especially egregious example of blind ignorance. Yes, this would do nicely.

Down on Earth, the door to the nursery suddenly exploded and Lily whirled around to face the man who would be her killer.

"Step out of the way, and you will live." Voldemort said,

"No, take me instead! Not my baby! Take me instead!"

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

There was a flash of light and Lily Potter fell to the floor dead.

-0-0-0-0-0-

It had been a few weeks since Sirius Black had awoken behind bars in Azkaban and he feared he was being made into a scapegoat. In high profile cases like his would be, it would only take a day at most to start the trial process. He had been here for almost a month. A whole month in Azkaban. It was only thanks to his animagus abilities that he was even sane still. He was on the highest floor. Maximum security wing. Only the most vile and dangerous go there, and dementors are drawn to them like moths to a flame.

Once he realized that he might never be getting out, Sirius began thinking of his goddaughter. Rose. He should have stayed with her, he should have done his duty and insisted on taking when Hagrid came, but he didn't and now… he failed her. He failed James and Lily. He failed everyone.

In this low moment, Sirius began thinking about the divine. Every pureblood family worth their salt knew of the gods and goddesses. It was said that if your desire was great enough, and you prayed to them, they will grant you a blessing. Sirius didn't know if his desire was great enough, or if the gods really were real, but what else could he do at this point? Some divine intervention was probably the only thing he would ever be able to give his little pup now. If the gods would grant him a blessing, he would ask that they give it to her.

"Gods and goddesses of the Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Hindu, Mayan, and all other pantheons that govern this world, please, hear my plea. I have failed in my duties as a godfather, now all I can do is pray to you. In my hour of need I ask you not to save me, but to bless my little goddaughter. Give her a wit and grace only matched by her ferocity. She'll need it if she's to survive the political world she'll be thrust into at some point. Also if there must be a husband in her future that I cannot fend off, let him be calm and patient, and someone who can balance out her more heated side."

In the realm of gods, the prayer of one Sirius Black reached the ears of one particular god. One who was the patron goddess of the Black family. As the last surviving male heir, it was up to her and her whims as to whether the Ancient and Most Noble house of Black would lose it's only salvation before his time.

"I will admit, it would be most bleak if the Black line where to end here with you Lord Black, and I do find your proposition to be most… promising." Said Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, "The last Black giving his final blessing to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter. I will grant it."

And so, Artimus began weaver her godly powers.

"I, Artemis, Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, herby bless you, Rose Potter, daughter of James and Lily Potter. Henceforth, you shall be blessed with the wit and grace of a hunter, and the ferocity of a beast. Your future spouse shall be one who is able to temper your more savage aspect and make you into not only deadly hunter, but also a vicious foe in the arenas of politics. To that end, your soulmate shall be… Daphne Greengrass!"

An agreeable compromise to her normal eternal maidenhood requirements for a blessing. Artemis thought. While certianly stretching the definition of maiden, the girls homosexuality allowed her to technically remain a virgin in the eyes of magic. Besides, she wasn't part of her hunting party, nor would she ask her to join, so this would work out nicely for her.

On the other side of things, when the girls sexuality comes out Lord Sirius Black would be required to produce an heir or have his considerable family fortune pass to the Malfoy family. Something that she knew the last black Scion would be loathe to allow. Yes, this way, things would work out nicely for her. The Black family would be rebuilt and dragged into the modern era, and as for Artemis herself, she would gain a loyal follower that will bring about the hunt of a lifetime. One that would bring down one who dares have designs on immortality.

Down on Earth, Black slumped back in his cell, not knowing if his prayer had been heard. It would be many years before he would see the light of day again, so he needed to keep himself as sane as possible. So when no one was looking, he transformed into Padfoot and the long wait for justice began.

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Remus lupin was in hell. His whole life had been shattered in a matter of moments. His friends. All of them. Gone. Lily, James, Peter, and even Sirius. God damn him, Sirius Blacks betrayal hurt the most. Why?! Why had he done it?! How had he done it?! He loved Sirius. He thought he knew him, but this. How could he have not seen this coming? Maybe because he loved him, that he never suspected. Could he have been playing on his feelings to get him to see only what he wanted? Love is blind they say. Not that he had ever told him, or anyone else about his feelings. It was bad enough that he was a werewolf, that he was gay would have most assuredly pushed his friends over the edge and abondon him.

But God why?! WHY!?

… … … why?

In the godly realm, the lovelorn despair of one one Remus Lupin could be felt by one particular god. One that was a sucker for a good romance. Whatever the form.

"Tee he he! Oh my us! Those two would be soooo cute together!" Said, Aphrodite, Greek Goddess of Love, Sex, Pleasure, Beauty, and Procreation, said, "oh, but their fates are already intertwined, though" she said pouting because she wasnt the one who set them on their path. The sensual goddess pondered it for a moment. Then suddenly her face it up like a Christmas tree. "Oh but I could give you a wonderful daughter to go with your wonderful husband!"

Aphrodite checked things over, to make sure she wasn't overstepping anyone's claim, and the more she checked, the giddier she got.

"Oh ho ho ho! He he! This idea just keeps getting better! Oh my us!" She shrieked, much to the displeasure of her other Olympians who had long since learned how to tune out the excitable goddess. "A child of prophecy! One destined to bring about the end of the terrible dark lord. Oh, this is so exciting!"

Aphrodite rushed off leaving a few worried gods and goddesses in her wake. Aphrodite getting involved in a child of prophecy? That could end badly. But in the end, they all decided it was a classic case of not their problem, so they promptly forgot about it. Coincidentally, both Artemis and Athena were away just then, tending to their own blessings of prophesied children. Odd, but again a case of not their problem because honestly, what were the odds they were all talking about the same child. They all knew the rules, so they assumed all was still well in the universe.

Aphrodite bounced up and down as she wove her magic of love.

"I, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Sex, Pleasure, Beauty, and Procreation, herby bless you, Rose Potter, daughter of James and Lily Potter! Henceforth, you shall be blessed with a beauty to rival the stars! He he! You're very presence will draw women to you, but your heart will belong to one woman… Ginny Weasley! He he! Oh the tale! The young maiden, raised on stories of the Girl-Who-Lived, but confused about this growing feeling inside her chest. Then, in rides Rose Potter, daughter and the gayest couple in the wizarding world, who shows her the wonders of the fairer sex! AHHHH!!! MY HEART!!! MY LITTLE GAY HEART!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The grounds of Mount Olympus shook with the incoherent shrieks of the Goddess of Love, and everyone just sighed. Meanwhile, in the Halls of Asgard, a certain god of mischief burst into hysterical laughter. Everyone in both realms gave those two insane deities a wide berth. All except one who walked up to Loki.

"What did you do now Loki" Odin, All-father of the Norse, asked warily.

"He he, oh nothing, All-Father. Nothing at all." Just orchestrated a blessing pile up on a girl in Britain, nothing major.

Odin gave Loki a withering look, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth his time trying to get the Jotun to talk. Ragnarok wasn't going to avert itself. Even if they did still had century or two left to plan. "Just keep it down, will you. You're disturbing the feast."

"Yes, All-Father," Loki shot back dutifully with a playful smirk.

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Down on Earth a little girl by the name of Rose Potter, unaware of the godly shenanigans going on around her, was slowly being changed by the gods magic and had gained many new advantages. For one, she was a hell of a lot smarter, though she would have to wait a few years before she could actually utilize this gift. Her personality was now more inclined to snark and sass, interspaced with a cold calculating temper when provoked. Also her sexual orientation changed, or was cemented early, or maybe it wasn't altered at all, only the gods truly knew. But either way, unseen by mortal eyes, four separate red threads suddenly erupted out of her and went in three different directions to four different girls, one to Crawly, two to Ottery St. Catchpole, and one to a unplottable manor near London.

Her looks also began to change. When once she would have been a decent looking girl with a modest figure, now she would grow up to be a truly radiant beauty, with long silky smooth black hair, perfectly shaped and symmetrical green eyes, and a set of lush, full lips perfect for kissing, and a body and bust shape that would drive everyone she met wild. but that wasn't all. She also gained something that Aphrodite wasn't expecting, but wouldn't have minded at all in the slightest. Because after all, Veela were her most ardent worshipers, so giving the Girl-Who-Lived her own honest to goodness Allure wasn't a problem in her book. Rose wasn't a true Veela, as she wouldn't have an avian form, but the distinction would be lost on anyone but an actual Veela and those who knew them best.

Finally to top it all off she gained the innate skill of a hunter, her eyesight was now 20/20 and her reflexes were sharp and quick. She had the grace and skill of a panther, and combined with her looks and wit, would grow to be a woman everyone naturally looked to and respected.

Fortunately for Rose, all of this would come in the future. Right now she was a year and a half old baby. You could only see hints at the woman she would become, and her Allure would not start until she reached puberty. For now she laid in her magically warmed wicker basket waiting for the morning light; ignorant of the powerful destiny that laid before her, but oddly thanks to the efforts of one trickster god, she just might have a fighting chance of meeting that destiny on equal footing.

The first beams of sunlight washed over the Rose's body, stirring her awake just as Petunia Dursley opened the door to grab the paper.

Her life was about to begin.