Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, England, West Country, Godric's Hollow, Peverell cottage
Date: October 31st Samhain known to humans as All Hallows' Eve or Halloween
Time: 8:39 am
POV: Lord James James Peverell aka Prince Loki Helblindi Silvertongue Age: Unknown, Species: Norse God of Magic
On the morning of his latest mortal death Lord James Peverell aka Prince Loki Laufeyson eats his full English breakfast slowly alongside his equally worried wife of fourteen eons. After dying so many times they can both feel their approaching demise in the air. Judging by the way he clings to them both their little Hadrian seems to sense the end to their idealistic domestic lives together as well. Given his innate connection with Lady Death and her powers, it is not truly shocking. Still, despite being expected, it is sad that one so young should know Lady Death so intimately.
They share a worried frown as they order their house-elves to quickly finish packing everything of importance. They only have their day to day items left to pack anyway. They have even commissioned new and old magical portraits to be delivered to their beloved heir following their mortal demise. Something is different about their death's this time, they can sense it. But they won't let that stop them from preparing their beloved heir for first his time without them. Once the house-elves have safely packed the trunks containing everything little Hadrian will need for the first few years of his life they make a quick trip out to safely store them away. Meanwhile, their house-elves bid them tearful farewells and travel to the cabins in America to make sure everything is ready for their 'little master'.
Once back in London, their first stop is the local branch of Gringotts magical bank. Unlike the self-named wizards, who have severely limited themselves here in Britain, most other local beings of magic are capable of recognizing Gods and Goddesses based on their aurora. Goblins, in particular, are especially adept at recognizing Arora's, physical strength, and magical power. Therefore it is really no surprise that once the customary greetings are taken care of they are lead directly to the Goblin King's office despite the fact they are under heavy and intricate glamors. Were they anyone else they would have been seen as a threat to the Goblin nation and subsequently to the bank's security.
Once the ornate golden door is securely closed and all the wards are in place, the Goblin King Ragnarök stands and gives them both a deep bow. "Greetings, Prince and Princess Silvertongue. May your wealth be unequaled."
"Greetings, King Ragnarök. May your enemies flee before you." Prince and Princess Silvertongue greet as one giving a deeper bow.
"To what does the Goblin Nation owe this visit?" King Ragnarök asks as he sits down and summons tea and biscuits.
"We would like to inquire about the state of our vaults, write new wills, and have new keys created as well as your latest and best security measures added to our vaults." Prince Loki says as both he and his wife allow the glamors covering them both to fall. It is after all, rude to keep on a disguise in polite company. "In addition, we would like to make a list of people to be specifically banned from ever entering our vaults, properties, and Will readings even if given permission by the Queen, the minister, or our heir. Oh, and we need to deposit some things into our vaults."
"Of course." King Ragnarök says writing all that down on parchment and sending the missive off with goblin magic. "You should know Prince and Princess Silvertongue, we have been informed by the British wizarding populace as a whole that you are in hiding in Godric's Hollow to protect your heir." King Ragnarök says taking a deep breath. "If I may be as bold as to say so your majesties, I would count your hours left hiding among us mortals. Given how common the knowledge of your whereabouts is, it is only a matter of time until you are betrayed."
Both Prince Loki and Princess Hecate share a saddened look toward each other and their heir who is curiously listening in. "It seems we will need to make this outing quicker than we expected."
"Indeed. Is there any shopping you will need to have done before your deaths are assumed by the masses? As you are aware the Goblin nation offers such services for a fee." King Ragnarök states
"Yes, but I was so hoping to be able to pick out the clothing and toys myself." Princess Hecate says as tears gather in her eyes.
"We can have them tailored to your liking while you are here." King Ragnarök offers while holding out a tissue.
"That will have to do." Prince Loki says picking his toddler up from his plush silver and red pram.
Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, England, West Country, Godric's Hollow, Peverell cottage
Date: October 31st Samhain known to humans as All Hallows' Eve or Halloween
Time: 8:30 pm
POV: Lady Lily J. Peverell aka Princess Hecate Trivia Silvertongue Age: Unknown, Species: Olympian Goddess of Magic
Their family has just sat down to eat. Hecate is laughing along with Loki at their pouting child. Hadrian, despite his best efforts, has more spaghetti on his face than in his mouth. The carefree atmosphere quickly disperses when a magical pulse ripples through the air, providing the only warning that the illusion charm hiding their home has fallen. Which can only mean one thing, their only defense in this small cottage is useless to them now. There's a reason charms aren't commonly used as a defense.
Hecate picks up Hadrian and the family tries to apparate away shocked and confused to find themselves firmly rooted to the spot. They then run to the nearest floo only to find it won't activate. When the same thing happens at the next two floo's Loki and Hecate share a terrified look. Both instinctively know that this is the end and that this is their last goodbye in this mortal life, but it will be different for Hadrian. They refuse to die in vain. "Run, Hecate. I'll give you as much time as I can." Loki says as he gets up and moves to stand between his family and the front door.
"Give them hell, Loki," Hecate says taking a last look at her beloved husband. She then turns and immediately begins to chant an ancient blood warding spell in parseltongue as she runs up the stairs with their squirming toddler held safely in her arms. As with most magic the older the language, and closer to nature, the better the spell works. But she's under a time constraint. For their back up plan to work she will need every second available to cast the spell. Knowing this, Loki immediately begins activating the latent traps and curses they layered about their cottage home. Mere seconds after he completes his task a red Hex blasts the wooden shard remains of the front door clear across the entryway hall.
Loki takes a fortifying breath as he comes face to face with the UK's current magical terrorist leader. Despite knowing he will die tonight he fights back with every ounce of strength and magic in his mortal body. Loki knows he alone can not defeat the delusional old wizard while still passing as a mortal. That said, he can stall as long as he can until reinforcements arrive. Sweat pours out of him as he valiantly fights. He barely registers half the spells silently flying out of his wand. Eventually, the mortal bastard gains the upper hand and he backs Loki against the dining room table. Loki can no longer dodge or block. Soon enough he is thrown back into the wall with such force that his neck snaps upon impact. The last thoughts that flicker through his mortal mind are of Hecate and Hadrian hoping that he gave his beloved family enough time.
Now finished with Lord Potter, their attacker begins to undo the traps that dare to stand in his way of eliminating the prophecy child. If his mind wasn't so set on eliminating the threat that holds the potential to undo all of his plans, he would have noticed the purple glow of a magical signature that isn't his own. However, he begins on the stairs minutes after and therefore remains blissfully unaware of the ancient blood magic that had just been cast. His blue eyes shine with madness when she sees the woman remains defenseless despite the ample time offered to her to summon her wand. However, Lily doesn't need her wand anymore, and she moves to seal the protection she and her husband have just given their son.
"Please have mercy, spare my son! Please, he is only a child! Spare my Hadrian please!" she continuously repeats with her hands spread in front of her child and his warded crib in a defensive manner thus completing the ritual.
She feels when the protective magic takes hold ripping her mortal soul and magic from her body. It is ancient magic, soul magic, and it will protect her child from any evil that will ever come to stand against him. Lady Lillian J. Peverell, nee Addams has just given up her mortal bodies magic to protect her baby boy. In doing so she has signed the death warrant of her mortal soul, for there is always a price to be paid for using this form of magic. Neither she nor her husband's mortal soul will reside in Valhalla's halls or in Elysium's Fields in Hades. Instead, they will simply cease to exist as of this night. This is the last resort she and Loki had planned to ensure that their son could live. As she takes her last mortal breath she can only smile as the green curse shoots from the madman's wand. She dies the second the curse makes contact.
Location: Olympus, Mount Olympus, City of Olympus, Temple Square, Hecate's Temple, Living Room
Date: Friday, October 31st, 2000
Time: 7:30 p.m.
POV: Lady Hecate Trivia Silvertongue formerly Lady Lily Peverell nee Addams Age: Species: Olympian Goddess
Hecate wakes up on a golden living room couch and looks around herself in bewilderment for all of two seconds before she starts cursing up a storm.
"Took you long enough," Artemis says from where she's sitting cross-legged on the couch across from her painting her nails black.
"You've really screwed us all over Hecate," Hesta says sourly before handing her a cup of herbal tea laced with fresh nectar.
"So what are we going to do?" Athena asks from where she's leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, looking around the room at her friends. "Hecate and Loki have an actual blood-related child now. How are we going to deal with this?"
At Hecate's sharp look and low growl, Athena quickly explains. "I'm not saying we kill the boy, but we need an actual game plan. Did you two even think this through?"
"Cats out of the bag," Hesta says with a shrug before Hecate can get a word in. "There's not much we can do now."
"What cat?" Artemis asks blinking her lighting blue eyes seemingly bewildered. "Can we put the cat back in the bag?" She asks before breaking out into a fit of wild laughter. Hecate Trivia Silvertongue formerly Lady Lily Peverell nee Addams throws one of her red pillows at the younger Goddess. "Hey, watch it! You nearly ruined my nails!" Artemis exclaims bringing her hand to her leather-clad chest mock offended.
"I'm more worried about that black nail polish staining Hecate's couch," Hesta says walking over worriedly to look the couch over.
Hecate ignores them both. She can fix the couch with magic later, they all know this. "How can anyone on Olympus take your acting seriously?" she asks her best friend annoyed by her blase attitude in this situation.
"Same way they take all our acting seriously." Artemis immediately retorts. "C'mon guys you're overreacting. Acting like we haven't been planning for this for eons now!" Artemis points out throwing her arms up in the air.
"That was just a backup plan. It was never supposed to actually happen!" Athena seeths glaring around the room before settling her stormy silver gaze on Hecate.
"Oh, like you and Hesta don't have a child every time you two have sex." Hecate finally bites out annoyed.
"It's not every time." Athena counters with a blush.
"It's near enough though," Hesta says with an eye roll stepping back from the couch. "Artemis is right though. We have been planning for this occasion for three, going on four, eons now."
"Thank you," Hecate says raising her head proudly and ignoring the red strands of hair that fall into her face.
"I suppose you girls are right. Given Hecate's and Loki's track record with adopting strange and unusual children in a desperate attempt to have a child, it was only a matter of time before they were actually born in mortal forms capable of producing a demigod offspring." Athena says thoughtfully.
"Was... was that a compliment or an insult?" Hecate asks Artemis who just shrugs and continues painting her nails black.
"With any luck, Loki will refrain from contacting your son until Hadrian is ready," Athena continues pausing only to brush a stray lock of her mahogany hair back behind her ear. "but I wouldn't count on it." As soon as she's finished the sentence the wards alert them to Loki's presence. "Looks like he's arrived," Athena says moving to kiss her wife before going to answer the door.
"I'll put the kettle back on," Hesta says quickly rushing from the room.
"Ohhh, I hope he brought apples! Asgard has the best apples!" Artemis says bouncing in her spot on the couch.
"I heard someone mention my famous Apples?" Loki says coming into the living room with a basket full of Asgard's Golden Apples.
"Apples! Yes!" Artemis cheers caping her nail polish and jumping off the couch. She reaches for a golden apple only for Loki to pull the basket away.
"There's pie and cider in the kitchen if you prefer?" Loki taunts.
Artemis's grey eyes widen in delight only to narrow in anger. "You're just saying that so you can have alone time with your wife." she accuses crossing her arms careful of her drying nails.
"Maybe, but do you want to take that chance?" Loki counters with his trademark smirk,
"Give me the basket and I'll consider it." Artemis counters back with an icy glare.
Loki takes out two apples out and passes her the basket just in time for Hesta to call "I'm cutting up the pie! Who wants ice cream on theirs?" Artemis pulls the basket to her chest and rushes out of the room.
Location: Olympus, Mount Olympus, City of Olympus, Temple Square, Hecate's Temple, Kitchen
Date: Friday, October 31st, 2000
Time: 7:43 p.m.
POV: Lady Artemis Diana Age: Unknown Species: Olympian Goddess
"So, we all know they're going to check up on their son right?" Artemis hesitantly asked around a mouthful of apple pie a la mode.
"Of course," Hesta says before finally taking a sip of her tea heavily doctored with nectar and creamer.
"Obviously." Athena agrees at the same time before taking another bite of her pie.
"Okay, cool. Just checking." Artemis says before downing half her mug of milk in one gulp.
"It's what I would have done." Athena states after a pause in which they were all eating.
"It's what any reasonable parent would do given their situation." Hecate gently corrects as she adds a pile of whip cream to her pie.
"Want some pie with your whipped cream?" Athena taunts.
Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, Great Britain, Scotland, West Country, Godric's Hollow, Peverell cottage.
Date: Friday, October 31st, 2000
Time: 7:43 p.m.
POV: Narrator
Princess Hecate and Prince Loki watch on as their once idealistic cottage home explodes mirroring a small nuclear blast. Nothing remains of their home, not even the gardens or the foundation. Where their once large cottage stood is now an empty lot covered in rubble. The rubble too soon dissolves into dust. Thanks to the charms they set in place before destroying their home beyond mortal repair the explosion itself was contained to the house's perimeter without looking suspicious. After the measures they've taken nothing magical or muggle will be able to survive on the lot for several centuries.
In the distance, their two-year-old son is carried away on a flying motorbike. They both narrow their eyes as the headlights swerve among the stars before nodding to each other and taking to the air. They follow in the forms of ravens to ensure their baby boy survives this horrible night. At the same time wizards and humans alike exit their homes to see what all the commotion was about. None of them see the flying motorcycle or the two birds seemingly enjoying a night flight. As for the half-giant, he's crying so hard an entire little league quidditch team could be following him and he wouldn't have noticed.
Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, Great Britain, England, Surrey, Little Whinging, #4 Privet Drive;
Date: Saturday, November 1st, 2000
Time: 3:50 am
POV: Narrator
Albus happily holds the Potter heir in his arms. He is immensely pleased with how well his pawns worked to ensure his plans for Harry Potter's new residence. Like all families inherently born with magic, the Potters were powerful and wealthy. As always his plans included a course of action to take to deal with the Potter's. Silently in the frigid November morning air, he approaches #4 Privet Drive. He gently lays little Harry Potter's basket on the ground. The young Potter heir is dressed in a simple thin Gryffindor onesie. Over that he is wrapped in a soft self-expanding blanket covered in soaring dragons that appear still to muggle eyes.
Unbeknownst to Dumbledore, or his Order, beneath that blanket lies a rather new invention, a black memory quilt. The memory quilt is charmed to be self-expanding, soft and can collect memories like a self-aware scrapbook. Those memories full a number of spells and act to impart crucial natural defenses and talents that family possessed such as a counter to mind magics and languages spoken by the parents.
The memories can be viewed with a tap of the owners' wand, staff or magic. Albus Dumbledore and his lackeys remain unaware of the additional blanket as he gently tucks a letter into the infant's outer blanket. He then knocks on the door before apprateing away. His followers spare the child one last tear felled farewell before following his lead. The poor orphaned infant remains on the front porch of #4 Privet Drive through the night's snowfall and well into the morning being guarded fiercely from monsters of every pantheon by the protective magic is parents his parents wove into his very DNA and magical core.
