Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Harry Potter or Oh My Goddess.
Professor Aurora Sinistra strode through the gates of Hogwarts with a puzzled expression on her face. She had been summoned by the Headmaster to meet with him at her earliest convenience. Well, the language had been a bit more diplomatic and polite, but the message had been clear: see me as soon as possible.
She was now wondering just what had happened that the Headmaster had made such a blatant intrusion into her personal time. Normally Dumbledore did his level best to avoid bothering his staff during the summer holiday period, with only the Deputy Headmistress making the occasional visit to work on the enrolment for the upcoming school year. Not even the House Heads were disturbed, any issues that required their attention were usually dealt with in the week leading up to the start of term when staff were expected to be back at work anyway.
On entering the school, Aurora was greeted by Minerva McGonagall. Just what crisis has the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress dragging in staff members at this time of year?
"Hello Aurora, how are you?" Minerva said as she came up to her younger colleague.
"Hello Minerva, I trust you have been keeping well." The Professor of Astronomy replied.
Minerva just nodded. "Allow me to present apologies from both myself and Albus for disturbing your break, but an issue has come up that must be handled immediately. Albus is waiting for us in his office, shall we join him?"
"Of course," Aurora agreed, "though you've got me curious as to what has happened that requires my attention. I do hope that my tower hasn't been damaged."
The Astronomy Tower was customarily the personal fiefdom of the serving Professor of Astronomy, a tradition that dated back to the time of the Founders. The living quarters for the Astronomy Professor were located in the base of the tower (a design idea that Sinistra was profoundly grateful for, as it reduced the breakfast commute time) and the classrooms were generally not assigned to non-Astronomy classes without the Professor being consulted.
Of course, this was all custom. Previous Headmasters had run rough-shod all over traditions like that.
"No, there is nothing wrong with the Astronomy Tower that we know of. Unless you have anything you'd like to raise with us?" Dumbledore said genially.
"Apart from my standing request for better equipment?" Aurora said with a raised eyebrow. It was no secret that she had been asking for 'a decent telescope' ever since she had started teaching at Hogwarts.
"Sadly, that desire will have to remain unfulfilled for the foreseeable future," Dumbledore said gently. In truth he supported the idea of improving the Astronomy course at Hogwarts with the best equipment available, but that would mean buying muggle equipment...something the Board of Governors refused to even consider.
"Actually, we asked you to meet with us to discuss an important change to the staffing at Hogwarts." Minerva said in a calm tone that belied her somewhat nervous countenance.
Aurora raised an eyebrow. "I take it that this change will affect me?"
"Yes," Minerva said before she suddenly broke off and glanced at Dumbledore. The old Headmaster just nodded. "To put it bluntly, I am stepping down as Head of Gryffindor House. I have recommended that you be instated as my replacement."
The Professor of Astronomy blinked. Then she blinked again. "What in Merlin's name brought this on?"
McGonagall sighed. "Recent events have caused me to indulge in some self-examination. I realised that in my effort to juggle three separate jobs here at Hogwarts, I had badly neglected my role as Head of House. I simply do not have enough hours in the day to be able to adequately discharge the duties of that role in addition to my teaching role and my responsibilities as Deputy Headmistress. The students of Gryffindor deserve a lot more than I can possibly give them, and as such I have stood down from the position."
Sinistra nodded slowly. It made sense, even if nobody had ever seemed to notice that the Head of Gryffindor House had not been doing an adequate job. Patently obvious in hindsight.
"I take it that this meeting is to offer me the job? What makes you think that I am the best person for the role?" The youngest Professor in the room asked.
"You're a Gryffindor alumna, for one." Minerva started. "And you're generally well liked by the students in your classes for another. Plus Astronomy is one of the best run courses in the school, so you certainly know how to manage paperwork."
Sinistra nodded again. "You do realise that if I am to take on this job, I will be doing my utmost for the students in my care. I will not allow any prejudice against me or my students get in the way of advocating the interests of Gryffindor students."
Albus let the comment about prejudice slide. He knew extremely well what Aurora was talking about - she was very obviously of African descent and had faced a lot of blatant racism in her life. In some ways she's a stronger person than I am.
"I would expect no less of you, Aurora. Your devotion to your work has been a defining characteristic ever since you were a student here." Minerva said in response.
Sinistra paused while she considered her options. Maybe this will give me the leverage to get myself a decent telescope...I can but hope. Not to mention the fact that the students need somebody to support them, I cannot fail them due to a lack of courage.
Finally, she looked Dumbledore in the eye. "I accept. Thank you for this opportunity."
Dumbledore's smile was the first genuine one that he'd had in weeks. "Congratulations, Professor Sinistra."
Amelia Bones paused as she entered the dark and dusty room that was one of the Ministry's many archives. Unfortunately the Ministry had no central archive for the paperwork generated by the day to day activities of the magical world, as each department and group ran its own. This made cross-referencing almost impossible, and forced many hours of patient back-tracking across multiple floors to find out exactly where any given document was stored.
Naturally, things got lost. More than one Minister had attempted to bring order to the disorganised mess that was the filing system of the Ministry, but every one of them had given up when confronted with the sheer scale of the problem as well as a bureaucracy that was fiercely resistant to change.
Still, Amelia felt that she was on the right track with this one. The magical Registrar of Births, Deaths and Marriages was the best place to go to find out about adoptions and guardianship files, if only because every other Ministry department that might have had an interest in the area had neatly side-stepped the responsibility.
No, her hesitation was caused by memories of the last archives room that she had personally visited - the one that had ultimately caused the largest shake-up in the Ministry since the fall of You-Know-Who when it was discovered that one Sirius Black had fallen through every loophole known to bureaucracy. The repercussions would likely be felt for at least another year if not more, especially considering that the present Minister's position was looking less secure every day.
It is amazing just how many old problems can emerge from the woodwork once there is a hint of scandal in the air, the Director of the DMLE thought to herself as she started to walk down what seemed to be miles of shelving.
As she reached the P section, she slowed down as she thought about James and Lily Potter. In truth, she hadn't really known them that well. They had not been at Hogwarts together, and their paths had not really crossed once the Potters had graduated. Her main source of information regarding the famous parents came from the never-ending series of myths and stories regarding the Boy-Who-Lived.
Which is a pretty poor source of information. Maybe I can get a better idea of their character once Sirius Black is deemed healthy enough for visitors.
She finally reached the section that would contain any and all paperwork pertinent to Harry James Potter. As Amelia began to work her way through the files, however, some old charms began to get involved.
Albus Dumbledore had originally cast two charms that acted in two ways to keep the files of Harry Potter out of sight. The first was a simple charm that meant that most people would simply not notice the file as they were sorting their way through the paperwork. It was low-powered and would not work on anybody who was absolutely determined to find the paperwork of the Boy-Who-Lived, but it was sufficient to keep most people from ever noticing the name "Harry James Potter" to begin with.
The other charm was more powerful and direct. It would detect the intent of anybody who was actively searching for the file of Harry Potter and forcibly redirect them. Anybody affected by this charm would find themselves suddenly unconcerned with their search and would remember other more critical tasks to get around to doing. This particular charm was very strong - Dumbledore had cast it with the Elder Wand and had put as much power as he could into it. To avoid attracting attention he had been forced to layer an intricate set of additional charms that disguised the fact that the Harry Potter file had an incredibly strong set of wards on them.
When Urd had submitted the paperwork that transferred the guardianship of Harry Potter to Belldandy Odinsdotter, she had taken the opportunity to modify Dumbledore's magic to suit her own purposes. The result was a ward scheme that was practically invisible to all but the best curse-breakers. Furthermore, the original effects had been enhanced, as Amelia was unwittingly about to discover.
When the magic cast on Harry Potter's files detected a serious intent to find them, the wards took action by diverting the attention of the searcher to another task. Amelia Bones stopped her search suddenly as she remembered an important line of investigation regarding the original Sirius Black arrest. With the searcher now distracted, the wards then suppressed any memory of the Harry Potter files.
The net result was that Amelia Bones left the archives with a new determination to find out why the Black Family had never looked into Sirius' incarceration. Before she had even left the room, however, she had almost completely forgotten any interest she had ever had in the present whereabouts of the Boy-Who-Lived.
In a private room at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the Black Family heir apparent was getting a little restless.
He knew that he was being more than just a little unreasonable. He had a good room with a window to the outside world, the food was decent, the care was excellent and he was making good progress with his recovery. Or so he was told.
To sweeten the deal, the Ministry was paying for it all. That made Sirius' inner-Marauder gleeful, though so far attempts to order 100-year-old fire whiskey had been thwarted.
In spite of all this, Sirius Black was not content. For starters, he was tired of seeing the same old healers every day. He wanted visitors, dammit, but every time he asked about it he was told that he hadn't recovered enough to receive visitors yet.
He had, however, been allowed to start writing letters. So far he had made contact with several old girlfriends (all now married, mores the pity), Andromeda Tonks, Hagrid (tracking down his old bike) and his solicitor.
His correspondence with these parties had done a lot to keep him distracted, but there were some worrying aspects. Letters sent to Remus Lupin had gone unanswered, for all that he had been assured by Hagrid that the Marauder remained alive. Sirius was rather concerned about this, not knowing how 8 years of living without the support of his school friends would have changed the werewolf. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do from hospital, which left him worrying about the issue with no way of resolving it.
The other concern was the correspondence he had exchanged with Dumbledore. Initially it had gone well, with the old Headmaster apologising unreservedly about Sirius' incarceration and promising to aid the ex-prisoner once he was well enough to receive guests. What had not been discussed, for all that Sirius asked about it at least once in every letter, was the status of Harry Potter.
Staying in hospital had given Sirius time to reflect, and the more he thought about that Halloween in 1981 the guiltier he felt about his own actions. His first priority should have been to secure Harry Potter and make sure he was safe - he had seen Hagrid at the ruined cottage, but the Groundskeeper was not an adequate guardian on his own thanks to his lack of a wand. Sirius was now convinced that he should have accompanied Hagrid to Dumbledore and thrown himself on the Supreme Mugwump's mercy. Then he could have pursued Pettigrew without the stigma of being the man who betrayed the Potters, and with the full assistance of whatever resources Dumbledore had at his disposal.
That course of action would probably have meant that Sirius would not have spent 8 years in prison. Furthermore, it would have gone a long way towards discharging his duties as Harry's godfather in a more complete fashion.
He knew from the few things Hagrid had discussed in his letters that Harry had been left in Dumbledore's care. Beyond that, however, Sirius could get no information. Dumbledore would only unbend so far as to say that Harry was "safe" and "well". The Headmaster simply refused to divulge anything beyond that.
Naturally, Sirius was not impressed with the vague answers he had received. With no real way of following things up, his frustration was constant. He resolved to get answers to his most vexing concerns - Remus Lupin and Harry Potter - the minute he was allowed out of hospital.
In the mean time, lunch was due. Today would see it served by that cute and curvy nurse with the sexy French accent. Sirius had been working on the girl for several weeks, and was hoping that he could get through to her soon.
8 years is a long time in prison.
Dawn on Monday the 31st of July of the year 1989 came to find Harry Potter still asleep. After a month with his new family, Harry had finally managed to at least start to lose the habit of rising early that had been beaten into him by his aunt and uncle. This was helped by the fact that his new bed was a lot more comfortable and warm than the thin mattress with frayed blankets that had been his to enjoy in the cupboard under the stairs. It also helped that he was now eating enough food for his growing body, whereas the Dursleys had often sent him to bed hungry. Empty stomachs are not conducive to a good night's sleep.
For Harry, today was just like any other. Which was actually a pretty nice prospect to look forwards to these days, especially as Mondays would see him engaged in self-defence training with Monkey. This had become something Harry looked forwards to with eager anticipation, as Monkey had found a good balance of challenge and reward that kept Harry motivated through-out his lessons.
It also helped that Harry liked the idea of learning how to fight like some of the action heroes he'd caught glimpses of on the Dursleys' TV through a cracked open cupboard door.
With happy thoughts of what the morning's training session might hold, Harry quickly saw to his morning ablutions before donning a dressing gown and heading downstairs in search of breakfast.
Upon entering the kitchen, he was greeted by Belldandy walking over and enveloping him in a warm hug.
"Good morning, Harry, and happy birthday!" She said as she released him to look at his face. "We've got some things planned for the day, so eat well - you'll need the energy."
Harry was mildly stunned. His birthday had never been celebrated when he was with the Dursleys. Most of the time it passed without any comment at all, apart from the occasional muttered comment about 'one year closer to getting rid of the freak'. Because it had never been a happy event before, he had not really expected much today.
"Thank you." He said softly, before he moved to the dining room where he saw food waiting for him. This would be an interesting experience.
For Dumbledore, the last day of July was one that he was keenly aware of. It had been that way ever since he had heard Trelawney's Prophecy all those years earlier. The 31st of July was a day that marked the beginning of the end for Voldemort, the first time in ten years that the Magical World had some hope of avoiding a dark future.
Ever since that dreadful Halloween in 1981, the day had held special significance for the old Headmaster, even more than it had when he had first heard the Prophecy. For Albus, every end of July marked another year closer to Harry finally finishing the Dark Lord off for good. Dumbledore was in no doubt as to the final outcome, and had patience enough to play the long game without pointless worry.
On this day, however, Albus retired to his office at Hogwarts with a decidedly melancholy attitude. Today of all days drove home the fact that he had made a right mess of things in 1981. Harry and his relatives left in the grip of Blood Wards he didn't fully understand. Sirius Black left to the tender mercies of Dementors, torturing an innocent man. Indulging in hindsight had made him realised that he could have been handled several issues a lot better - the Death Eater trials that saw too many walk free, the fiasco that had been Magical Britain's handling of its foreign affairs in the light of so many foreign wizards fighting for Voldemort...at the time Dumbledore had not used the full force of his power and influence out of fear that he might be perceived as trying to take the reins of government entirely for himself.
Now he knew that by taking a step back and allowing events to run their course, he had squandered several golden opportunities that could have improved society as a whole. Instead he had been complacent, putting all of his eggs into one basket by trusting in the Prophecy he held as an ultimate trump card.
"Now the owls are coming home to roost, and I've had my eyes opened to my own failings." He murmured as he glanced at the front cover of the Daily Prophet, which had a lurid headline regarding the latest fall-out from the "Black Scandal". "I must do better in the future. I cannot afford to make mistakes like those again - if Harry is to have any chance of vanquishing Voldemort, he will need me at the top of my game."
He sighed as he poured himself a small measure of Fire Whiskey in a glass. Sipping gently, he looked at the portraits hanging on the walls of his office. The former Head Masters and Mistresses all appeared to be asleep.
"I wonder if any of you had as many regrets as I do now when you passed on. I wonder how you would have handled my responsibilities had you been in my place." He mused to himself.
"I'm sorry, Harry. And Sirius. Neither of you deserved what my negligence brought about. All I can hope for now is that you can find it within yourselves to forgive an old man his failings. The future of our world depends on it."
Harry's birthday party had been carefully planned out in advance by Belldandy and Urd. They had wanted a happy occasion, but were mindful that Harry still carried scars (both physical and mental) from his time with the Dursleys. This meant that the party had to be managed such that it never overwhelmed the birthday boy, starting off gently with Belldandy's simple greeting and building up through the day.
To that end, there were no invited guests beyond Sun Wukong. Belldandy had received offers of assistance from Peorth and Lind but had gracefully declined, stating that she wished Harry to have a fairly relaxed celebration. She also made it clear that Harry was not going to receive birthday gifts from people he didn't know, as it would only confuse things.
Nobody commented about how Belldandy had not mentioned Christmas gifts. Such an omission was certainly not a slip-up.
After a leisurely breakfast in which it was made clear that Harry was to not get involved in any of the "work" involved, Harry had joined Keiichi and Skuld in playing a few racing games on the Sega while Urd helped Belldandy clean up the kitchen.
After some time to digest, the entire family went for a bicycle ride through the local area. The pace was set by Harry, and in theory the course was as well...subject to "suggestions" from Belldandy. The route ultimately included stopping for ice-cream on the way (much to Skuld's enjoyment), before they eventually made their way back home for lunch.
There they found Sun Wukong waiting for them, surprising everybody by having lunch ready and waiting for them. Harry did not notice the suspicious glances that Urd and Skuld had sent in Monkey's direction, glances that the Monkey King took in his stride.
Lunch was, in spite of Sun Wukong's presence, a relaxed and happy affair. Once it was over, Belldandy caught everybody's attention by bringing in an item wrapped in colourful paper.
"Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope you have fun with this." She said warmly as she handed the oddly shaped object over.
Harry blinked as he looked at the present he had received. He had no memory of getting birthday presents before. Working hard to hold back tears, he gleefully started to gently pick at the sticky-tape that was holding the wrapping on.
"Just rip it off, Harry. That's the whole point of wrapping paper." Urd said with a grin. Harry grinned back and followed her suggestion, delighting in the noise made by the destruction of the present's wrapping.
The gift proved to be a large box that had a picture of people in odd costumes flying around on brooms. In large, brightly coloured text was a label saying "Quidditch: The Tabletop Game". He looked at Belldandy quizzically.
"Quidditch is a game played on brooms, Harry. This is a board game version that uses magically animated dolls on brooms to represent the players. It is a good way to learn about part of the magical society that you are a member of." Belldandy explained.
Urd kept her smile fixed to her face as Harry gushed out his thanks. The gift had been a major challenge, as the developer had never been able to get it to work properly due to the problems of having two people control 14 players in the game. Ultimately the project had been abandoned, with the few sets produced being sold for anyone who wanted to try and get them to work.
Belldandy had bought it without realising the problems. It had taken hours of patient spell-crafting on the part of Urd and Belldandy to get the game to work, and the net outcome was that the player "dolls" were now imbued with magical intelligence that was borderline sentient.
Skuld was next to hand over a present. This one had wrapping paper decorated with cartoonish pictures of computers. Urd was not surprised when the contents were revealed to be a stylish looking laptop computer.
"I built this one myself, Harry. A lot of modern technology doesn't work in places that have a lot of magic, so I made this one resistant to it. It should work anywhere! Plus it is a lot better than any computer you can get on the market." Skuld explained excitedly.
Harry was effusive in his thanks. Computers were something that he'd only really seen on television until then.
"My turn, Harry. I'm afraid this isn't as exciting as the presents from my sisters, but it will be useful in the future." Urd announced as she handed over a wooden container about the size of a bread box. Harry looked puzzled as he opened it, discovering that it folded out a bit like a fisherman's tackle box. It was confusing, as the trays that folded out looked to be too large to have fitted inside the original container.
"That's a complete potions kit, designed by myself. It includes a few books on the art of potion-making that I've added notes to. I'll start your potions lessons in the next week, Harry, so if you can find some time to read some of "Beginner's Guide to Potions" it'll help a lot." Urd said. She didn't mention that half of the books contained in the kit had been written by herself under pseudonyms.
"My gift is similar," Keiichi said as he carefully set a wrapped package next to Harry. "You'll need this for your bike once we get it working."
Inside the wrapping paper, Harry found a large metal toolbox. He looked up questioningly.
"That's a starter set of Snap-On tools. It includes imperial and metric, as you'll find both in this country. That's just the start though, Harry, as you go through life you'll find that your set of tools will grow." Keiichi explained.
Harry examined the tools with interest. From the size of the toolbox, he guessed that he would need help to lift it. He thanked Keiichi and Urd, surprising them both by adding hugs.
"Another practical gift from me, Harry. I trust it will give you good service." Sun Wukong said as he presented Harry with a long, thin object wrapped in monkey-themed paper.
Inside, Harry discovered a remarkably plain looking wooden pole roughly 50 inches long. He looked from it to his sensei.
"That is a jō, Harry. It is used in some martial arts. That one has a number of magical charms on it, which I will explain to you as I teach you how to use it. Never forget that while you have magic to defend yourself, sometimes a piece of wood like that can be just as effective in resolving a tricky situation."
Harry bowed briefly as he reflected on the quick lesson his instructor had just handed out. Then he looked at the presents he had received, unable to stop his grin from re-appearing.
"Thanks, all of you. Thank you so much!" He said with great enthusiasm. He received a room full of smiles in response.
In a small manor in the Scottish Highlands, Minerva McGonagall was finishing off the last of the paperwork that related to the appointment of a new Head of House. In all, she estimated that it had taken over 40 feet of parchment from start to finish.
In hindsight, it was not a surprise. Minerva was the first Head of House in the history of Hogwarts to have resigned from her position without either retiring outright or moving on to become the new Headmaster (or mistress). Of course, nobody had ever appointed a Head of House to be the Deputy Headmaster/mistress before either - that role was usually assigned to a senior member of staff who was not an existing Head of House. Minerva's experience was proof that this tradition had been thoroughly merited.
McGonagall glanced to one side, where she had left a small pamphlet that she had prepared with assistance from Xeno Lovegood. It was a short guide on how to best handle the role of a Head of House, and had input from other former Heads such as Horace Slughorn. In Minerva's case a lot of the advice she had was "do it this way, just like I didn't but should have in hindsight" but she hoped that it would be helpful.
Aurora would be the first recipient, but Minerva hoped that the guide (or a successor) would one day be standard issue for any person starting in the role of a Head of House. Unfortunately there had been no such help for Minerva when she had taken on the role, her introduction to the job being a brief conversation with the departing Gryffindor Head.
I just wonder how Aurora will get along with Severus. Minerva thought to herself as she tidied up the loose sheets of parchment on her desk. He has not had the smoothest relationship with the other Heads of House since he took on the job, and his dislike of Gryffindor is well known. Aurora is not the type to surrender to intimidation, however, unlike Pomona who hates to offend anyone and Filius who is too easy going to get into confrontations.
Standing, Minerva stretched to ease the kinks in her neck and spine.
This year should be interesting. I just hope it doesn't turn nasty.
Harry's party had finally wound down, and the birthday boy was in bed after he had conked out early thanks to the day's excitement. The tabletop Quidditch game had been a great success, with several games being played before Sun Wukong succeeded in having the Seekers chase the Snitch right around the entire house. After that Harry and Keiichi had retired to the garage to try and finish off the mini-bike before everybody assembled for dinner.
Now the adults were cleaning up, trying to keep things quiet in order to avoid waking Harry. Keiichi was in the process of folding up the table cloth when Skuld paused to ask him a question.
"Keiichi, when are we going to get Welsper? We've been here for months already."
Keiichi winced, and then looked sheepish.
"I made a mistake, Skuld. I thought the quarantine period was six weeks. On that basis we'd already have him here. Turns out the period is six months, which means we won't see him until the end of November at the earliest."
Skuld blinked. "So he's stuck there until December?" Keiichi nodded.
"Yes. It can't be very pleasant for him, there isn't much for him to do all day."
Urd had been listening in, and chose this moment to break into the conversation.
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer cat, in my opinion..." She said with an evil grin.
Miles away at Heathrow, a certain black and white cat was hunched up in a cage.
"Somebody will pay dearly for this."
Upstairs in his bedroom, Harry was curled up in bed with a content smile. Today had been the best day that he could remember. At last he had a family who loved him.
Author's notes: Those who keep up to date with the Oh My Goddess manga are probably aware of the massive bomb that chapter 285 dropped on fans. I won't spoil it for anybody who hasn't read it yet, but the short version is that a major revelation was made that casts serious doubts over the character of one of the main protagonists.
I'm currently waiting to see how this plays out in future chapters of the manga. Until the situation becomes clear, I'm going to ignore chapter 285 when it comes to writing this story.
A couple of reviewers pointed out that punishing the Dursleys for their treatment of Harry was not entirely just in light of the fact that the Blood Wards were twisting their behaviour. My response is that Harry's stay at Privet Drive started badly and then got worse - that is, the Dursleys were already nasty before the Blood Wards started to work on them.
I glossed over the account of Harry's life with the Dursleys because I didn't relish the prospect of writing about a lot of child abuse. For the record, however, I will state that the first thing the Dursleys did upon finding Harry on their doorstep was shove him into the closet that would be his permanent bedroom while he was at Privet Drive. After that they did the bare minimum required to avoid having the police come around to investigate the corpse.
What the Blood Wards did was turn child neglect into child abuse. Both are thoroughly reprehensible and can involve prison time if caught.
Regarding Harry's birthday - no surprise party here. Too cliché by far, plus Harry is still a bit skittish at this point so Belldandy is taking it slowly.
Skuld's laptop - yes, it is way more advanced than was actually available in 1989. Skuld is, as usual, ahead of the game. By about 20 years. Harry's laptop is on a level that won't be matched by the rest of the world until 2009.
Welsper - mea culpa. I goofed here. I didn't realise that the quarantine period for cats in the 1980s was six months (I thought it was more on the order of 3 months). So that's why he's been out of the picture since chapter 1.
Peorth and Lind - for those unfamiliar with OMG, these are two goddesses who have had extensive interaction with Keiichi & Co. Peorth has a French accent (real or affected is unknown) while Lind is a Valkyrie from Asgard's Special Operations department. Anger her and you'll regret it for a long time, as death won't free you from what she can do.