Location: Midgard, United Kingdom, Great Britain, England, Surrey, Little Whinging, #4 Privet Drive;

Date: Saturday, November 1st, 2000

Time: 3:50 am

POV: Mrs. Petunia Pearl Dursley, née Addams,

Age: 21,

Species: Witch

Petunia Amethyst Dursley lives in a completely normal Tudor house, in a completely normal suburban neighborhood with her completely normal husband and their completely normal 13-month-old son. However, when she opens her door on November 1st, she's reminded of her not so normal sister. Her, not so mortal sister. Her Goddess sister of the Olympian pantheon. Her baby sister who warned her of the possibility that her not so mortal son may be left on her doorstep on this very day and found at this exact time.

Still, she can't help but release a deep sigh of aggravation and at this deviation from her normal everyday routine. Thankfully she has had time to thoroughly prepare herself for this distressing situation rather than simply being unceremoniously fostered onto her. She's already spent the past weeks mourning Lily and James's deaths. She absentmindedly wipes stray tears from her eyes before they can ruin her human mascara. There will be more time for crying about it later. Now is not the time.

As it is November 1st, and quite cold having snowed the night before, she quickly hefts the wicker basket up and brings her nephew of divine blood into the warmth of the awaiting taxi. In her other hand, she carries a week's worth of travel luggage, her passport, her purse, a baby bag, and her ID. Vernon follows behind also carrying his luggage In addition, to their son Duddly and their passports, IDs and extra luggage for little Dudley. Vernon and

Petunia buckle Dudley in and Petunia choices to hold Hadrian in her lap. He is, after all, all she has left in this world of her baby sister aside from a few photo albums and things she has stored in their attic.

Vernon walks back to the front door and finishes locking down the house as Petunia moves to check her nephew's temperature. She's not sure how long the poor boy has been outside. She flinches at the temperature the thermometer reads. The poor baby must have been outside all night! Hastily and silently she casts subtle warming charm over the poor toddler. She looks up and begins rocking Duddy's car seat when he begins fussing. Thankfully he's still asleep. She scoots over a smidge when Vernon slides in next to her. He and spares her, Dudely and Hadrian a worried glance as the door closes.

"You lot ready to go?" their cab driver asks once Vernon's buckled in.

"About as ready as we'll ever be this early. Let's go." Vernon yawns out.

"Alright. Listen I'm going to turn on the radio. Helps me stay awake this early. Tea can only do so much."

"That's fine," Vernon says moving to activate the sound canceling ward on Duddy's car seat as she wards the basket Hadrian's in the same manner. "How is he?" Vernon asks gesturing to their nephew.

Petunia silently hands him the thermometer now reading 0 degrees Celsius. Vernon does a quick double-take at the temperature before hastily taking off his jacket and laying it over their nephew.

"Thankfully it's improving rather than getting worse." She explains. Despite the fact that magical beings can easily survive such temperatures a child shouldn't have to. She honestly can't understand why someone would leave a fifteen-month-old outside in the middle of the night like that. It was even snowing last night for God's sake! They left Lily's child out there without even ringing the doorbell to explain what the hell was going on! Anything could have happened to the poor boy!

"This is better?" Veron asks appalled.

"It was even lower before," she explains gravely.

"Circe! What were those morons thinking? Did they at least layer the poor tot?" Vernon asks as their driver begins loudly singing along to the radio.

"I don't know," Petunia admits guiltily. "His diaper wasn't dirty so I didn't check," she says moving to do so now. She's startled and further appalled to see a thick parchment of an envelope hidden under her nephew's onesie radiating harmful magic. "Vernon hand me my purse," Petunia says in a deadly calm voice.

Knowing not to question his wife when she uses 'the voice' Vernon quickly hands Petunia her black designer purse. Petunia pulls the envelope out with her magic canceling tweezers. Nothing happens when they touch the thick golden envelope but the parchment inside causes a sizzling sound of multiple spells being canceled. She takes care to ensure the parchment doesn't touch her or anyone else as she wandlessly and wordlessly disentangles and destroys the increasingly harmful and illegal spells. Finally done, she casts a series of diagnostic scans before reading the letter.

Dear Petunia Dursley nee Addams,

Regretfully, I must inform you that your little sister and her husband were murdered as of 7:15 am on October 31st. They were in their cottage home in Godric's Hollow when a magical terrorist attacked. Your sister, and brother in law, the late Lord and Lady Potter, were brave soldiers in the war that has wrecked our world for many generations now. Sadly their opposition to our current magical terrorist in the front lies drew his personal attention to them. We have left their only son, the sole heir to the Potter family, in your capable care. I expect you to raise the boy but not to spoil him. His name is Harry James Potter. His father's family is all but dead and you and your husband are his only remaining family on young Lily's side.

Harry Potter is very special in our world, more so than your sister and her husband ever were. He is the first person to ever survive the spell known as the killing curse. In addition to surviving, Lily's son managed to defeat the terrorist known as the Dark Lord Voldemort. He is now hailed as a hero for killing the largest threat of our time. However, it is my belief that the Dark Lord is not, as everyone believes, dead. Even if he were, his followers, of which there are sadly many, are out for vengeance. It is therefore imperative that young Harry lives with you and your family to secure the blood wards I have placed around your home. These wards will not only protect your home but your family as well.

Once you accept Harry James Potter into your home you will be safe from attacks from both sides of the magical war currently tearing apart the world. We are counting on you and your husband to raise Harry Potter to be humble and obedient. Harry is now expected to defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort (the dark wizard who killed Lily and James) and put an end to the war in our world. He is to do this by killing him at the cost of his life. The sooner he does this the better for all of us. We are counting on you, Petunia and Mr. Vernon Dursley, to raise Harry Potter to accept his fate.

I ask of you, my dear girl, that you do not tell the boy of his fame in our world, of his parents or of the magical world itself. In fact, it is of the utmost importance that you do not treat Harry James Potter with any kind of love or affection whatsoever. You will find the more meek and submissive you can make the boy, the greater the reward. In either case, you will begin receiving payments of at least 5,000 pounds per month. If you ever start to waver in your conviction to hate him and his kind, simply remember that Lily was able to go to a magical school just like you wanted, land a rich husband that could get her anything she wanted and became extremely popular both in school and at home. Remember that your parents always praised Lily more than they ever praised you or even cared for you.

With all my regards,

Albus Percival Wulfric Albus Dumbledore,

Member of Britain's Parliament

The headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry school of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Petunia crushes the letter in her grip and begins sobbing again ruining her carefully applied human makeup. Who in God's name announces that someone's family, her baby sister along with her brother in law, are now dead at the hands of a terrorist in a letter and an orphaned baby! What sort of insane logic is it that their infant nephew is now their only protection against the madman and his followers? What kind of logic are they using in that world nowadays? None clearly! Wordlessly Petunia hands Vernon the letter that she found tucked into their nephew's ridiculously thin onesie. Taking it with slightly trembling hands, matching her own, Vernon begins to read.

One week and two cross-continental plane trips later they've had themselves a surprisingly relaxing week-long vacation across the pond. In addition, Petunia and Vernon have thoroughly washed their hands of the entire situation with their nephew. The best part is they have once again been thoroughly assured by the Gods themselves that their memories and any remaining evidence of even knowing of the child will remain deftly hidden. So, when they arrive back in their completely normal English neighborhood from the vacation they've been openly planning for months they're welcomed back without even a hint of suspicion or hostility. There aren't even any witnesses to their not so normal nephew's admittedly brief visit.


Location: Midgard, America, New York, New York, Long Island

Date: Saturday, November 1st, 2000

Time: 3:28pm

POV: Narrator

The demigod campers look curiously at the cabins that seemed to have just shown up overnight a few months ago. Despite the excitement of finally finding the Hades cabin that's not what holds their attention. It is the yellowish gold cabin that could almost be mistaken for the pitch-black Hades cabin that holds their attention. Both are made of solid stone and seemingly done in a unique blend of Gothic, and Greek architecture. Like the solid Black Hades cabin, the second cabin resembles a Roman cathedral with details more common to a Greek temple. The numerous arched windows refuse a view inside. Instead, they are decorated with moving stained glass landscapes and portraits that seem to stand as guards. The living portraits still seem to be gathering their bearings and will often disappear only to reappear with new companions. Despite being mostly non-magical the campers are well accustomed to the moving portraits and magical items of the Olympian world.

What makes this cabin unique and stands it apart from the Hades cabin, and every other cabin, are the three symbols on the door. In the place where all others have just the one proudly displaying their godly parent for all to see, this cabin has three. It's clear like the Artemis's cabin, this cabin is not marked with the sigil of the child's parents. In fact, the purpose of the sigils seems to be a warning more than anything. The average demigod can recognize the first sigil as Hecate's. The well versed or average magical demigod can recognize the second sigil as the master of the Deathly Hallows. What's confused nearly everyone is the third sigil on the door. Outside the cabin, a crowd gathers speculating on the third sigil and the mysterious newcomer. Naturally, Athena's children have become ecstatic at the idea of such a puzzle and run back to their cabin to begin their research.

Like the Hecate cabin, the unseen inside is actually is much larger than it appears outside. The welcoming and airy interior of the cabin is decorated in vibrant golds, rich reds, soft silvers, and various greens and blues. The cabin is a reminiscent blend of; Hades, Olympus, and Asgard. Everything in the cabin is made of the finest quality materials and each room boasts exotic plants from various pantheons and realms. The 'cabin', if it can still be called that, is two stories tall with an attic that doubles as a storage space and house-elf quarters. The basement is complete with a state of the art potions lab and a music room. The first story has a shared living room, a half bath, a library, an entryway and a shared kitchen In addition, to a sunroom slash greenhouse. The second story boasts five bedrooms, each with an ensuite bath, an attached living space, and a small kitchen. Of course, little Hadrian's suite is by far the largest and grandest.

Inside the grand blue and silver nursery, three Gods stand around a solid oak crib. In it lay a sleeping godling babe. As their hushed ritual absolving the child of the tainted soul-leach draws to a close those exceedingly intelligent green orbs open once again. Hecate and Loki smile lovingly at their little heir he yawns away Morpheus's dreams. Once he's done waking up Hadrian looks about curiosity confused by his new surroundings. While he's distracted by his new surroundings Hecate banishes the blood from his head and heals his cut while Loki destroys the soul piece that dared attach itself to his child.


Location: Midgard, America, New York, New York, Long Island

Date: Saturday, November 1st, 2000

Time: 3:31 pm

POV: Lord James James Peverell aka Prince Loki Helblindi Silvertongue

Age: Unknown,

Species: Norse God of Magic

Hecate pauses in her seventh inspection of their child and tilts her head for a second before smiling sadly and kissing Loki goodby. Loki responds with equal fondness careful not to leave any physical evidence despite his desires otherwise. Hecate pulls away first with a soft smile and gives him one last peck on the lips before turning to face their firstborn. "Mummy will see you soon, my little heir," she whispers lovingly as she bends and presses a kiss to their toddlers' brow. She then disappears in a shower of gold and silver sparks. Loki watches with a soft smile as little Hadrian tries to catch the showering sparks Hecate has always added as a dramatic effect to her exits.

Once all the sparks are gone little Hadrian blinks curiously up at Loki before a heart-stopping smile spreads across his lips. "Da-da!" he cheers, and Loki cannot help but grin widely back.

"Hello, my little Prince," he greets back quietly not eager to face the real world just yet. "Are you hungry?"

Hadrian makes an affirmative sound, so Loki wiggles his fingers, for effect, and conjures up baby food and a spoon. He feeds it to little Hadrian gently but insistently. He makes ridiculous noises unbefitting of a Prince to his amused son. Despite both their best efforts, the food still occasionally spills out. He pushes it back in with the plastic spoon before giving up and using his fingers. Hadrian then burps a little signifying being full and Loki laughs. And for a moment, he forgets about Odin about Jotunheim, and of Asgard. He forgets about his duties as Prince. But his common sense has not failed him yet and his brain and magic remind him that would be a death sentence to his wife and son. He cannot stay here forever. He is a Prince. He is a Prince of two realms, and he has duties he needs to get back to.

It is as that thought registers that he hears the door to the cabin open and he turns himself invisible. He slips out of the nursery and watches from the balcony as a centaur, an Olympian God carrying a coke can, and a familiar silver-haired and leather-clad Olympian Goddess enter alongside three servants of the Underworld. The odd group begin to look about curiously but are thankfully stopped from doing more than that as a small army of house elves *Pop* into the room. His house-elves waste no time in disarming the shocked and now wary Gods. Artemis for her part watches on amused and plays her part perfectly. Loki listens as his and Hecate's house elves introduce themselves without offering any names and demand to know 'just who has entered little masters home uninvited'.

Walking silently down the solid ornate stone staircase Loki listens carefully as his house-elves demand to know 'just what they think they are doing coming in uninvited and carrying weapons.' He nods proudly as the little fae begins to berate the flabbergasted intruders for 'entering little master Hadrian's home without even knocking to announce their arrival'. He watches amused as the newcomers slowly adjust to their surroundings and integration. The centaur takes control of their odd group.

After introducing everyone and promising to knock from now on the now named Chiron explains their purpose as substitute guardians and teachers for little Hadian. Loki smiles proudly to himself as the head elves Jessie and Bobbie grill the intruders for proof of their claims. Finally, he slips out closing the ornate gold door behind him as their little army of house elves deem the minor Olympian deities suitable part-time caretakers for his son.