Preparation is the Key…It's All in the Details

I woke from my goddess slumber. Well it's not really sleeping for me, I don't need to sleep, but I do need to rest my brain for my own sanity. Crazy goddess is not good for the world. So, I decided during my sleep that I was going to change the story but in order to do so, a few kinks needed to be ironed out. The previous day I had opened an inter-dimensional portal to Harry Potter world, I checked the timelines and found out that the ages of Sirius and James were roughly between 15 and 16.

I started brainstorming and planning. I am the worst planner but if you plan too much you don't get anything done.

So Sirius hadn't left his home yet. Not that, that matters in the long run when I pop up but it would be beneficial to start the school year rather than pop up whenever I please, so I don't want to leave it too late. The trick is, the more I spend time with them, the more their souls will come to me when they die. I'm not looking forward to it but Harry's parents need to die for that Avada Kedavra curse to rebound. While I suppose James could be saved and Sirius too, I feel too much interfering could alter something, its best if everyone dies when they're supposed to.

Another issue is, I am not technically a witch like they are and my magic seems to have a different source. If I am to mask as a student, you know go undercover like Drew Barrymore in 'Never Been Kissed', I need to get a letter telling me they want me at Hogwarts. I have no house yet, no books, no wand, no pet (but that'll be easy, animals love me). I have a month in this world to get sorted out. Preparation is the key…and it's all in the details.

First things first, I'll have to get Dumbledore to send me a letter which means I need an address. Hmph. So a house, preferably in Scotland. Actually why have one house, one in London will do as well. Well I better get started then.

I opened a portal to the Wizarding and Witching world and stepped through to Scotland. There's little or no point in buying a house so I'll just make one.

Now normally a witch from Mageverse would just draw energies from the Mageverse. Mageverse, where magic is as common as Magnetism. A fundamental part of their world. But I'm so full of energies from lots of awesome demon slaying I don't need to do as the ickle witches do. Merlin would find it amusing to learn that he is a old wizard even in the Wizarding and Witching world. For future reference I really need to shortern that…how about WW…double doublyu. You know it really is getting tiring remembering all these parallel worlds, I liked it when there was just two. Anyway the Merlin in Mageverse is the image of a small 12 year old boy but very old. Immortals huh. Freaky bunch we are.

In my minds eye I envisioned a white cottage, with an upstairs, three bedroom, two upstairs, one down, living room, small kitchen…ah yes that's what I wanted. Come my lovelies, let start to create. I could feel the energies bubbling to the surface as I called on them. The magical energies started to build the form I wished for from the surrounding earthly matter woven and tightly bound by magic. It's rather like weaving a basket. Everything that we are made of comes from dead stars, we have everything we need right here to build a house. When it was finished, the house was perfect. There was even a front garden. I put the number 666 and named it Wyvern Cottage.

And now for Dumbledore. I opened a small window to where he was in his office. There was the man himself, scratching his quill on a piece of parchment with a beard like a Rhodedendron, tucked into his robes. You know I find him quite attractive, pity he's gay…well I would be gay if I was him…I mean did you see Grindewald when he was young…that's some hot totty…it's always the maniacs who are hot, even Lucius Malfoy is a bit of alright, nudge nudge wink wink say no more.

Anyway time to do some work.

My mind reached out to his mind, I encountered a mental barrier. Good man using Occlumency to shield ones thoughts but my love I am a goddess, didn't you know. I probed gently for a crack…ah there…I pored energy to soothe his mind and I let myself in.

So what was the letter protocol. I shifted through some recent memories of letter writing; he had some sort of list of all the new witches and wizards. I guess when a witch and wizard comes into his/her powers they're somehow recorded. I must trick his mind into writing one more letter. I cloaked myself in invisibility and jumped through the portal. I lent down to his ear and began to plant an idea,

"I forgot to send one more letter to Katrine MacManus"

I quickly created a letter and hid it under some of his papers.

He had a look of confusion and then he looked around.

"I left the letter under the papers"

He lifted the papers and found the letter and I smiled to myself. He said to himself in his Irish lilt,

"It is unusual for me to forget to send letters"

He then looked at the letter,

Katrine MacManus

666 Wyvern Cottage

Glen Shiel

Scotland

"Fawkes? Come here will you?"

I looked up to see the most beautiful bird with orange plumage flutter down.

"Fawkes will you be so kind as to deliver this letter?"

Fawkes looked at the letter and then curiously it turned its head towards me. Oh these magical birds, they don't miss a trick do they? Fawkes squawked and pinched the letter with his nails and off he flew. Very beautiful. I should try out the phoenix form when I have the time. I disappeared back to my cottage and sat down by the fire to await the phoenix. I should like to see if I can communicate with it. I started the fire with a blink of my eyelid. This should be an interesting adventure. Dumbledore is smart though. Keeping a low profile is needed, however I have to get into that inner circle. If I don't, it won't work. Their souls must recognise me when they die. It will be a tricky balance to keep, and if I'm discovered it doesn't necessarily mean the end but it will be more complicated. Why do I feel that it will get complicated? I had this problem when I was in the Xmen world you know. Magneto is…a good interrogator…he's got a wicked tongue. I musn't think about that, it hurts when you get dumped even if you are a goddess. I can't believe I got dumped by a mutant, it's so…below me.

I opened a small window to Sirius' bedroom. He was lying on his bed looking at the ceiling with a faraway look. His face was young, his hair was a mess; it looked like he'd been in the rain, it was all windswept. He seemed to carry it well. A storm was in his eyes and I'm not just talking about they fact that they're grey. I peered into his mind…ah an argument with his parents and…he's going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to pick up some supplies for school. Well then perhaps my first meeting should be before school, tomorrow, all four of them will be there. Oh Peter will not be saved I'm afraid, he will make his bed and then lie in it, I growled softly to myself. I'll need to plan this carefully. I waved the portal away and sat back on my rocking chair with the fire crackling away and closed my eyes.

Preparation is the key…it's all in the details.