Child of the moon
The ICW, the International Confederation of Wizards. Even the name was a mis representation of what it truly was. In truth it was a body used to help magic users the world over. From every country those with the gift, different traditions and ways of using it came over the years to have their voices heard in the hallowed halls of the ICW as it gave support and allowed for treaties and trade to be formed from countries formed far flung lands to be created.
Within the lands that were under the treaties of the ICW there were a incredible amount of education facilities. From small local ones to large ones for for the communities. Only eight though had the power and reputation to draw from multiple countries in their spheres of influence. For many years these had been the leaders of their fields, the most powerful and advanced in the field of education. That had changed though as all things do time had eroded the once great institutions be it by politics or personal ideologies their once lofty position was no longer unassailable.
The one that was hit the worst by such events was Hogwarts, after a unfortunate series of dark lords the government had appeared to become paranoid of some types of magic. And a process that had begun quietly became policy and more and more classes were dropped. As this happened their position slipped down the table, but due to the isolationism and stubbornness of those on the island it was still believed that the school was the best.
These however are not the point of interest. There are two Records halls at the ICW, one is open to the public and those bellow certain levels that need such information. The files kept in the public hall, although it is just called the records hall to keep the others existence a secret, are not the original it is a copy that is tied to the other while not showing any sensitive information.
It is through this original that the ICW knew that Ilvermorny academy for magic was under the purview of Lady Hecate the goddess of magic. It was not to much of a surprise to them as they had known that they move from time to time. Now that their new location was known they just had to figure out what to do with the information, if anything.
Xxxxx
Selene looked upon the large Granite fortress before her, Its large walls thrumming with power. It was a impressive building, however for some one who had been among the gods she could not help but compare. While true for a mortal building it was breath taking, compared to the majesty of Olympus there was no contest.
The small group she was with were being lead towards a set of large doors, in the yard before them was a tree unlike any she had seen before. She had read about it though. Her uncle would love it due to its apparent medicinal properties. She would have to see if she could find a way to get a sapling for him. The other curiosity was the statues. Again she read about them from the books before she came. The founders of the school, a mother and her children that went on to found a school to teach and found the place she was in.
The doors opened, and they were led into a ante chamber. Selene naturally due to her years in the hunt took stock of her surroundings. A domed room with four creature representations facing the centre. Ringing the room above was a balcony, a viewing area filled with the staff and students, watching.
They were lead around the room, against the walls. In the centre inlaid to the floor was a mark that was flowing with power. She could practically see it, smell it. It was old, for mortal magic. That was when it began. One by one the students where called and led to the centre only for one or more of the representations to react. They would then move to the other side of the room and await the end.
"Selene Nightshade" Her name was called It was a name from ancient Greece, a name no one would recognise as a magic users name. She could see it in there reactions. Her deep blood red hair and moon silver eyes indicated a form of family magics. Strong Family magics. For her appearance to be so affected by it. However the people in the hall could not recognise the name, leading to the confusion, was she from a different country? Was she a first gen born from squibs?
Selene could here all the muttered speculations about her. Having enhanced senses was a really useful trait but having to hear almost everything around you all the time got annoying fast. She walked forward onto the pad, a marking of a Gordian knot and waited. Her finely tuned senses to feel the magic running over her, probing her. It was looking for something, evaluating. She let out a sigh as this was taking longer than all of her year mates combined. So with a sigh she closed her eyes and let the fates decide.
Xxxxx
"Welcome one and all to another year. I hope you all are excited for our coming term." Came the melodious voice of the lady of the crossroads. Selene had to fight her instinct to bow towards the woman, a instinct that had been ingrained into her during her times with the hunt. Her mother had always berated her that she must always be respectful to the gods. The last thing she would want is to want one to be after her with a grudge.
Yet here she was standing in the presence of one of her ancestors, one of whom she would be paying high regards to and she was under orders to not do so while in these settings. It irritated her.
"Now a few words before I let you all dig into this marvellous feast that is ahaid of us. Congress has asked me to explain a few things to you all." this caused low chatter amongst the students till their headmistress raised her hand. And the room quietened. "First I must say that for you all to understand this you must know that the gods of old such as the mother of magic Hecate are real and alive to this day."
Silence, utter silence. What ever people where expecting that was not it. The shock passed and a sudden eruption of noise as the students shouted out questions trying to find out what she meant. It was then that a cannon blast erupted from the wand that she was using in her guise. As the hall quietened she nodded. Selene watched as the goddess revealed the basic information of the godly world wondering where she was going with this. It was answered in short order.
"The reason I am telling you this is that amongst us today is a demi-god." This caused a shocked silence at the revelation. Though if one looked closely enough they could see the beginnings of a smile on the lady of crossroads face.
"The person in question is here to test the possibility of more making their way to our communities. This is the beginnings of rebuilding a old relationship that fell apart long ago so I wish for you all to try your best." The goddess went to sit down after her announcement when someone shouted out to her "Ma'am, who is this demi god?" curiosity lacing their voice.
Stopping in mid motion to think before she answered Hecate then replied " I only warned you of their presence to let you know of the sensitivities surrounding them being here on the grander scale. If the person in question wishes to reveal themselves then they can till then."
And just like that it all came to a end the meal was served and the students began to talk amongst themselves. Selene began to breath easy, though she had no idea her going to a school would cause such a mess. The hunt was so much simpler.
Xxxxx
Life had been going well for the potters. After the attack they had been extremely paranoid, a state that was only worsened by a couple of low level death eaters trying to get revenge for the death of their lord. Steadily though these died off as they were brought in by the efforts of the DMLE.
They had thought that things would return to normal, that peace would return but then the ministry white washed the whole thing. What was supposed to be trials turned into excuse making. What was supposed to be the end of a war turned into a cease-fire.
Both sides of the war walking in the streets putting up a face of being civil. Underneath the mask though everyone knew that there were old hatreds from the war boiling there. Barely veiled insults were thrown at each other.
This along with their sons celebrity for being the one to bring an end to the dark lords reign led the potters to want to be safe. No one knew about harry out side of the family. They had ensconced him at petunias temporarily.
The family fully planned to retrieve him, the problem was when and how. They knew that they would be in danger and they knew that they would be famous. Being Evans brother would make him a target if not for murder then for kidnap. So they tried to protect him from that.
Over the years being out of sight and mind the thought of harry potter slipped from the families thoughts. With the attacks and the fame, then the subsequent birth of their daughter Ivy all thought of their other son was forgotten.
When Albus came with a pair of parchment letters addressed to the potters, they where shocked to see a second one. The horror that engulfed them when their children asked who it was for was only eclipsed by that upon realising that they had forgotten a child.
Xxxxx
Lilly potter had just arrived at the end of the uniform street. The houses contained within were all built from the same template. It was a place that could be used as the definition of normal in the dictionary. Glad that she had made sure to dress for non magical settings she headed towards one of the buildings in specific.
Number 4 privet drive. The home of her estranged sister. The home at which they had hidden their child. It was her hope that she would be able to retrieve him, to explain the reasons. She hoped that he would understand. So when she knocked on the door and was met by her sisters terrified face she knew something was wrong.
She pushed petunia back into the house and used llegilamency, a skill she had learned after the betrayal, she refused to be in that position again. So using the magic she dove into her sisters mind. Seeing the mirror shards that represent memories from her perspective. Lilly started talking to her sister to lure forth memories and make it easier to sort.
Searching for the memories of her son she found memories of psychological abuse, whippings with a belt. She found memories that were outright torture. They made some of the death eaters seem like they were decent people. The last memory she found was of him being left in the middle of a Forrest, which one though she could not tell.
Stunning the woman she brought her back with her to potter manor before she broke down It would take days before she would be able to talk about what she saw.