Pre-story A/N:

Full Summary: Have you ever imagined what you would do if you suddenly found yourself transported into the Harry Potter universe? This thought is what lead me to being inspired to write the tale of a young girl, who woke up on her 6th birthday having prophetic dreams. She then woke on her 10th birthday knowing Harry Potter's entire life story, as if she had read the Harry Potter book series. Follow along the beginning of this daunting girl's adventure, as she has to decide what to do with her knowledge, and keep things from getting too out of hand. As she works to uncover the secrets behind why she knows what she knows, will she uncover exactly what Merlin's Blessing actually is? Not to worry, she has her family and her kneazle mentor by her side!

You all already know, but for legal reasons I have to put it out there that I don't own any of JK Rowling's characters or her ideas. I do however own my OCs and a portion of the plot. :) This story contains plenty of manipulative!Dumbledore bashing, and if you don't like that then you should probably find something else to read.

So far in this book the pairings are:

RL/OC

SB/OC

I have other pairings planned for future books but they're irrelevant in this one. I intend to write an entire fic-series based around the 'Merlin's Blessing'-verse, and I hope you will stay for the long haul. Also, I'm new at this 'being an author' stuff, so please consider that when criticizing my writing.

Happy reading! :)

Chapter 1- Today's the Day

October 13, New Hampshire 1989

She sat there, in her small little room, bouncing with excitement. She could barely contain her joy. She knew, she just knew that today was the day. It had to be, afterall, she saw it in her dreams.

Yes, her dreams. For this little girl was no ordinary 9 year old, and she knew so. She woke up 3 years ago on her 6th birthday having dreams that would happen in real life soon or eventually after she had them. Being as young as she was, she didn't bother to question it, and easily adjusted to the change. Only occasionally, the dreams happened, or, the prophetic dreams happened, as she was coming to call them. Or at least that's what Miss Phanny said those types of dreams were called. But, Miss Phanny had also said that prophetic dreams aren't real, and were something "money-less frauds" thought up to sneak extra cash from well-wishers.

But little miss Genevieve "Jenna" Adelaide Vivianne was beginning to believe that they were in fact real, otherwise what else were her strange dreams supposed to be? It didn't bother her much, because with the dreams came Lady Dorothy, or Polly as the 9 year old called her. Jenna came upon Polly the same day that she had her first prophetic dream. Polly was always there to help little Jenna when she had a question or to explain anything and everything. The strangest thing about Polly, though, was that she was a kneazle, with a long grey coat and large, bright orange eyes. Jenna had found her as a kitten the day of her 6th birthday, and couldn't help but love the little feline who had nothing but a little pouf for a tail. Around Polly's neck was a collar, with a metal plaque attached and had the engraving "God's Gift to God's Grace." She was lucky, as she was only permitted to keep Polly at the orphanage due to the significance of the day. After all, who are you to refuse an orphaned 6yr old on her birthday?

Jenna's residence has been Miss Phanny Lynn's Orphanage since she was one, on the night of Halloween 1981. She had been dropped off on the orphanage's doorstep with nothing but a mysterious locket around her babygirl neck and a note with the description "Her name is Genevieve Adelaide Viavanne, and don't forget it" in a flourished handwriting.

They didn't, and they won't.

Anyway, all of this led to Jenna just knowing today was the day he was going to come and sweep her off her feet, and take her away to the beginning of her new life. She was going to be his happiness, after he had been without any for so long. And she was going to do a good job of it, too. Polly told her so. Well, Polly and her dreams, of course. She never bothered to question how she could talk to Polly, but thinking on it now, she realized being able to communicate with a cat did seem to be a slightly strange occurance. Not that she cared much, she would leave all the worry to her new dad for now, once she came and got her, that is.

But, because of having Polly as her personal mentor and bestfriend, she already knew that she was a witch, and all about the wizarding world. She knew that she had her powers because she was going to make a change in the world, because that's what she was intended for. And she knew that she was going to try her hardest to do the best she could. She already knew what happened to poor little baby Harry Potter, who was only a few months older than herself. She knew about those rotten Dursleys, and how old man Dumbledore sent him to them. Who was he to condemn Harry to such a pitiful life? He wasn't Harry's guardian, he's nothing but Harry's headmaster, and he wasn't even that yet. He was nothing but a manipulative old duff, in her eyes.

So, she knew she was going to have to do something about that. She was pretty sure it was meant to be indirectly, based on the prophecy she got. She knew from her dreams that there was someone who was meant to be Harry's guardian, but he was locked away someplace, for no reason, and it wasn't fair… But, she wasn't sure who or where yet, but she also knew that it would come to her in time. That was another thing her new Daddy would help her figure out, so she didn't worry about it too much yet either.

So, now Jenna is sitting on her bed, with Polly right beside her, cleaning herself and occasionally casting amused glances in Jenna's direction. As much as a feline can give such a look. Having already packed all her things and had put on her best clothes, all she had now to do was wait.

But no one ever said waiting is easy.

He looked down the street then up at the sky and heaved a great sigh. What do I even have to live for? he asked himself solemnly. Nine years, nine long years and this is where he currently finds himself, walking down a dreary street to his Great Aunt Julie's house. He rarely visited the states, but he had some living family left in New Hampshire. Seeing as he had nothing better to do, he accepted his Aunt's invitation for him to come stay with her.

He enjoyed visiting. He had always had a particular soft spot for his Aunt, as she always showed him compassion, even after he was shunned by the rest of his family ever since his mother and father had passed. And with how hard it was to receive much compassion from anyone being what he was, a werewolf, he soaked it up any chance he got.

Remus John Lupin was a humble man, and had quickly learned from a young age to never take anything for granted. After his beloved friends had either passed or betrayed him, he had been alone and in grief. His poor James and Lily, to be betrayed by one of their very own closest friends. And Sirius Black, he still had a hard time coming to grips with the possibility that he could even commit such a betrayal, to get his bestfriends murdered as he did. He deserved much worse than Azkaban, where he was currently rotting. Oh, and mustn't forget poor Peter, the little fellow. He was always so innocent and quiet, it was such a pity that he was killed as well. But the most vile act of all, leaving a young boy orphaned. Poor little Harry, oh how he missed the little boy. To be sent off with his muggle relatives, who from based on the few times Remus has interacted with them, he concluded were the absolute worst type. Remus thought back on the last time he saw Lily's horrid relatives.

February 11, Privet Drive 1981

Remus watched as James Potter began walking towards the front door labeled Number Four. Just as James reached out a hand to knock, he turned back and looked to the redheaded member of their small group.

"Do I have to, Lils? You know they don't really want to see us anyway." Lily Potter looked at James indignantly at his claim.

"James!" she scowled, "Even if that's true, it's common courtesy to visit family. They have yet to meet their nephew yet, afterall." And there, cradled in Lily's arms, was 7 month old Harry Potter. Remus knew that the Potters would be going into hiding soon, and Lily had insisted on visiting her sister before they did. He still had yet to understand how Lily maintained any compassion for her sister, with how vile she is. Just then, a barking laugh filled the air.

The voice belonging to the laugh then said,"James old chap, are you scared of the nasty muggles or something? Here, let me-" But Sirius Black was apparently disdained to reply, as just then he pushed past James and gave four hard knocks on the Dursley's front door.

The Dursleys owned a rather average two story home, in an exceptionally ordinary neighborhood. So plain was the house, that it could be mistaken for a number of other houses in the area. It was a dull white, with a front door that matched every other house on the lot.

The front door opened, and standing in the doorway was a horse faced woman with a longer than normal neck. Barely visible due to the door being in the way, was a beefy man with no neck and a handlebar mustache peering at them from behind her. Remus remembered this man to be none other than one Vernon Dursley. There was a wailing sound coming from inside the house, which he knew was Lily's nephew Dudley, as Lily had told him, Sirius, and Peter about her muggle relatives on multiple occasions. But Peter Pettigrew had been unable to attend this particular outing, something about checking up on his Mum or other.

"You," said the horse faced woman who could only be Petunia Dursley. She looked as if she had bitten into a lemon with the sight of them. "What are you freaks doing here?" she asked coldly. She looked at Sirius and James in turn as they were the closest to her. She gave them looks of disgust, then turned to Remus with a combined look of disgust and disdain. She then looked to the last member of the group, and narrowed her eyes.

"Lily," she spat. "What do you want? And make it quick, before the neighbors see you," she snapped. She obviously felt that associating with their group was an embarrassment.

"Well Petunia," Lily replied politely, "I just thought I would let you meet your nephew while we still had the chance. We're going into hiding, you see. The Dark Lord Voldemort is after us, and we don't know how long we will have to stay in hiding."

Petunia then had a look of unabashed fear on her long face. "The... D...Dark Lord V...Voldemort?!" She suddenly looked very grateful that she had neglected to invite them into her house. "Well then get away from here! I don't care about your ruddy freak child! Stay away, and don't come back!" she exclaimed in a only partly quieted shriek.

Lily looked severely disappointed, and with great sadness in her voice, replied "Goodbye, Petunia." She then turned away and began walking back down the street, with James, Sirius, and himself in tow. She looked back in the direction of Number Four emotionlessly before apparating away with baby Harry in her arms.

Coming back to the present, he reasserted his firm resolve that they were, in fact, the worst type of muggles. Now here he was, walking past the dingy buildings to continue on with his dull life.

As he walked past a faded dust bin, something caught his eye and caused his head to shoot up. He looked across the street to see a large faded three story building, with Miss Phanny Lynn's Orphanage adorning the top of the building with large faded letters. There sitting on the steps of the front porch was a young girl, maybe 8 or 9, staring at him intently with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. For a second, he just stood and stared, not fully comprehending what he was looking at. Then seemingly of their own accord, his legs began walking towards her, and his torso could do nothing but follow.

Genevieve Vivianne was growing impatient. Just where was her new Dad? She knew he was supposed to be here around now, she could feel it. She looked to Polly. Polly, why isn't he here yet? I thought he would have been here by now, she thought.

Well Evie dear, you don't really expect him to do all the work, now do you? How is he supposed to find you if you're not there? Polly replied. Jenna looked at Polly for a long moment. Struck with inspiration, she bolted upright and out the door.

To find me, he would need to see me, right? So she ran to the front door, with Polly trailing behind her. Once she reached the door, she took a second to regain her composure, and took a few deep breaths before opening the door. She calmly walked down the front steps, and sat down with Polly on the second step. After seating herself comfortably, she looked up the street.

There, walking down the street, was a man who looked as if he was lost and wandering aimlessly. He looked up to the sky, as if asking it for answers. She sat and watched him continue to walk, waiting. Just as she began to grow impatient , he looked at her abruptly. She watched him walk towards and tried as hard as she could to keep from bolting to him. She waited this long, she could wait a minute more.

As Remus overcame his shock, the stride in his walk became more steady. Why did he feel the need to go speak to this girl? Was it some sort of compulsion charm? Whatever it was, it appeared to be too late to back out now.

"Hello," said the young girl as he reached her. Seeing her up close, she noticed that she had long red hair, reaching down to her lower back. She had a straight nose that was slightly rounded at the end. She had light blonde eyebrows, and matching long but barely visible lashes. Below her eyebrows were dark brown eyes, which he distantly thought could only be described as Italian. She had a small smattering of freckles across her nose, with slightly more on the right side. Along with the rest of her features, she had lips that you could only find on the face of a child, and dots adorned her face in various places adding character.

As if reading his mind, she looked up at him from her sitting position and smiled. "My name is Genevieve, but you can call me Jenna. What's your name?" she asked politely.

"My name is Remus, but if we are giving nicknames I suppose mine is Moony," he answered.

"You suppose?" she replied, quirking an eyebrow.

"Well aren't you clever for your age, young lady," Remus chuckled.

"People keep telling me that. Anyway, how would you like to sit down and talk, Mr. Moony? You look like you have a lot on your mind."

"Well, why not." He sat down beside her, and contemplated what to say. "So Jenna, where are your Mum and Dad?"

"I…," she faltered looking down, "I don't have a mother or father." Just then Remus noticed a petite fluffy, longhaired grey cat sitting between them. She reached down to stroke it. "I've never met my mother and father, I've been living here at the orphanage as long as I can remember." She then looked up at him mysteriously, "But I have a feeling that's going to change soon."

"What makes you say that?" he inquired.

"Oh, just and hunch," she giggled a tinkle like laugh. She looked back up at him meeting his eyes, and he suddenly felt a strong protective urge that he couldn't explain come out of nowhere. Right then and there he knew he would go to any length to keep this little girl he barely knew safe.

"I don't suppose you mean me," he asked uneasily. All he got in return was a secretive knowing smile, which looked rather out of place on the young girls face. Just as his unease from the girl and his unbidden feeling of protectiveness began to increase, someone opened the front doors loudly causing him to jump in surprise and turn around.

"Well hello there," said a matronly looking woman. She had fading hair that looked as if it used to be a vibrant brown. She looked to be getting later in her years, but not in an unpleasant way. She wore a plain dress, with an apron attached to her front. She had a soft smile that you would associate with the comfort of a mother, and a kind voice that matched her honey brown eyes.

"And just who might you be? I'm Miss Phanny, the caretaker of this orphanage. I see you've been acquainted with my most charismatic of the lot." She turned to Jenna, "And you young lady, I have been looking for you! You need to come help set up dinner."

Once Miss Phanny turned back to Remus for an answer, he said with a grin, "Remus Lupin, ma'am, and it was chance that I just happened to come upon this young lady here, and struck up a conversation."

"Ah, a brit, are you? I can tell by the accent. Well seeing as you're already here, why don't you come inside for a bit and eat dinner with us, Mr. Lupin? The children prepared some delicious pies for dessert."

"Thank you very much for the offer, but i'm not sure… you see, I had been on the way back to my Aunt's when I came upon Jenna here."

Jenna then looked at him pleadingly, "Please, Mr. Moony?" Remus looked at her hesitantly, then it seemed as if a barrier broke and he relented with a slump in his shoulders.

"Well alright, just for a little. Who am I to refuse two ladies such as yourselves?"

All sitting at various tables in the dining hall, the children chatted about various topics. Almost reminds me of Hogwarts, thought Remus. He himself was sitting at a table with Miss Phanny, Jenna, and three other children that appeared to be Jenna's age. He looked to them and said, "Just who are you dashing youngsters?"

The first one, and shy little blonde, answered "I'm Marissa, sir."

The boy next to her jutted out his chest. "Im James," he said proudly. Remus felt a painful twinge at that, reminded vividly of James Potter, his old friend. Attempting to not look dismayed, he plastered on a smile and said, "How very nice to meet you, Marissa, James," nodding to each in turn. "Im Remus." He then turned to the child who had yet to introduce himself. "And who're you?" flashing a charming smile.

The boy looked as if he wanted to sink into his chair, and went pink at being put in the spotlight. Luckily, he was saved by Jenna, who answered for him. "That's Chance, Mr. Moony. He's shy though, don't mind him. What do you think of the orphanage so far?"

He turned to her with a smile. "It's a rather welcoming place, actually, it reminds me of somewhere I haven't been in awhile and miss dearly." Before Jenna had a chance to answer though, Miss Phanny interrupted politely.

"Say, Mr. Lupin, you wouldn't happen to be eligible and looking to adopt, would you? I know it's rather blatant of me, but I had to ask." Fully prepared to politely decline, with the words on his lips, he began to turn in her direction. As he did, he slipped a glance at Jenna who was looking at him hopefully, with much emotion in her deep brown eyes.

He faltered. "I… i'm not sure. I never thought of adopting before, never really even considered it, but I suppose i'm not entirely against it. After all, never say never, hm?" he chuckled. Miss Phanny beamed at him.

"I'm glad you're at least considering it. How about after dinner we can go to my office and discuss the possibility?"

Looking at Jenna once more, Remus slowly replied, "Why not?"

Post-chapter A/N: I do hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please read and review, feedback is welcome and wanted! I like to know that there's someone reading my work, and not just sitting idle waiting to be read! :) I have the first four chapters of this story written, and if I would appreciate it if you guys would let me know if you want to read more!