Chapter Two:

The war between Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort's factions was devastating to many families of Magical Britain on both sides of the conflict. While some families ended by the deaths of its members, others had all but ended due to the current heads being unable to continue their legacy due to various factors. Under most circumstances, the Potter-family would be counted in the latter category, if it wasn't for the fact the current head of the family, James Potter, had earned the favor of a certain (mostly) benevolent goddess of fate and war, and the desperate prayers of his wife, Lily Potter, to practically any god she could think of.

Eventually the prayers reached The Morrigan, who decided to greet the one sending her prayers in person. To say that Lily was surprised by the woman in modern clothing casually sitting on a tree branch in the gardens of the Potter home with a small duffel bag with a Celtic myth motif on her shoulder was quite the understatement.

"Greetings, Lily Potter." Stated The Morrigan calmly as she jumped down to the ground. "You sent prayers my way, I answered and here I am."

"Uhm… who are you and how do you know my name?" Asked Lily sceptically.

"Ah… guess I should have expected that. I'm the one people call The Morrigan. Your significant other has managed to earn my favor, so I decided to reward him by answering the prayers of his wife."

"You're The Morrigan? I thought… nevermind."

"It's the clothes right?" That earned The Morrigan a nod of confirmation from the Witch. "We gods are aware of what's going on in the mortal realm and we do try to keep up with times. Some of us do, some of us simply don't bother. But that's not why I'm here nor why you sent me your prayers. Your husband was struck by an infertility curse, making him unable to sire heirs. Correct?"

"Yes."

"Fortunately for you and your husband, I have a solution for your… let's call it a wish shall we. The last god who did something like this was Jehova and that happened… I think it was a couple thousand years ago, give or take a year or two."

"Jehova? Wait are you referring to what I think you're referring to!?" Questioned Lily in surprise, rather loudly. Much to her minor annoyance, which she didn't voice out, The Morrigan just seemed to ignore the Witch's question in favor of trying to find something in her duffel bag.

"Very old Grimoire, nope. The Gáe Bulg, nope. Cheap crystal ball, nope. Celtic Woman-Album, nope. Headphones, nope. Stone from Tír na nóg, why do I even have that in there? Nope. Aha! There it is." Muttered The Morrigan as she rooted around in her duffel bag, partially revealing the various items she had in the bag, two of which appeared to be either too long or big to actually fit in the bag (if the bag wasn't rather obviously enchanted to be MUCH BIGGER on the inside than out), until the goddess finally found what she was searching for. The thing that The Morrigan pulled out of the bag was a spherical thing about the size of a dodgeball. Whatever the thing was, it was shifting through the colors of black, hazel, blue and for some reason pink. After simply looking at the… thing in awe, Lily finally asked the big question.

"What is that?"

"A soul. Potentially the soul of your daughter, should you decide to accept and carry it through pregnancy."

"What's the catch? Something tells me that you have an ulterior motive behind this."

"And you're right about that, but it's not something you need to worry about."

"Hmm…"

"*sigh* do you want a child or not?"

"Of course I do!"

"Not to sound diabolical… but… do we have an agreement?"

"Yes." And with the deal sealed, The Morrigan placed the soul where Lily's womb was and pushed the soul into the Witch's body.

"Your daughter shall be born in nine months. But before I'll take my leave, I'll let you know that your daughter won't be human but a Yōkai."

"A Yōkai?"

"You'll see what kind when she's born. Ta ta."