The hunt begins

She had known from the start the dangers of using the pelt. It was a cursed item. An item that turns a person into a vicious beast. She had not cared. She had known that there was nothing she could do for the small wraith. Every instinct she had said so. She had not cared. It went against every fiber of her being but had vowed revenge on Ruler.

She knew that despite the souls of the children being set to rest was probably for the best, she could not accept that there was not another way. So she had used the Cursed pelt. An item that should not be used unless it's a no-win scenario. She had stopped caring.

The beast's mind took over, hate, and rage surged through her very being. From here she cannot remember much, just flashes. All she knows is that her enraged self had done what she had wanted to and probably would have succeeded if not for her ally, Achilles interfering.

The rage had her not caring about who was standing in front of her when Jeanne fled, she just continued to fight. A fight that caused large amounts of damage. It finished with the curse lifting and a spear through her stomach. Peleus' spear. tch, the irony.

Suddenly a series of struck the back of the man holding. She could see the pain in his eyes, he did his best to not let it show, Here she was in the arms of her friend's son. Both had fought a fight to the end, and he was comforting her. She was barely conscious and could hardly understand the words but she knew his intent.

Reading his lips, she reached up and placed a hand on his face almost lovingly, The man had been calling her big sister, and kept her from falling into madness. If there was a time to show any kind of tenderness to him it would be at such a time. with one last whisper on her lips, her soul was released back unto the world.

"Maybe I could get a second chance at life..."

Xxxxx

The throne of heroes is a strange "place". It lacks a sense of time and draws from almost any location. And the rules applied to those within are fluid. As it is mostly to do within their legend. One good example of this is Davinci. Who is male. But craved the epitome of beauty. So can manifest as a female reminiscent of the Mona Lisa.

So when the copy of Atlanta's soul returned with her newest memories and desire. The throne came up with a solution, it would send her to a new world, where she would be reborn and given a second chance at life.

It was just a matter of where. While the throne had jurisdiction over the spirits, this matter was beyond its sapient mind.

The Collectives of Gaia and Alya were consulted on the best places for a rebirth. Where would she fit the best, and do what was necessary.

There was also the fact that they also needed to take into consideration the legends that shape her soul. This would have an impact, either slightly or largely would depend on how it will connect to her past life.

Thus it was decided.

Xxxxx

Being an Unspeakable meant that a person held a vast amount of knowledge and power. In which this came varied, as even within the department the mysteries had many different departments, some of which under so much secret that even those within the unspeakable did not know they existed.

Due to this, the unspeakable held an abnormally large sway in things. They usually knew things that others did not. They were the guardians of forbidden knowledge. The researchers of the new things. It was them that knew when a new threat was rising first.

This was the job into which Lily potter was recruited straight out of Hogwarts. A job in which she knew would gain her immense amounts of respect but in which she was sworn to secrecy. She was a rare member that was allowed to reveal her attachment to the department.

The problem she has been recently been having was the reason why she was currently in one of the many knowledge repositories in the department.

Lily had always wanted a child, a family. Growing up she had seen how having a family to love had made her mother happy and had wanted that for herself. It was a private dream that she had never confided in anyone as she had not wanted it to be made fun of. It had been too precious and dear to her.

So when James had matured enough for her to accept him and then finally marry him, she had been internally ecstatic. That was until they started to have trouble conceiving. From what she could tell there could have been several reasons.

The first was all of the curses that James was hit with his ongoing feud with Severus. She knew that more than a few of those spells were of a questionable variety. The curse could have caused more damage than expected.

The next was one of the potions they used in their pranks that they did during their school career could have caused the damage. The last and most likely cause in lilies' mind, is The fact that the purebloods have been marrying too closely. She would never tell that to James but the evidence of the damage that inbreeding does has been proven by scientists in the mundane world. So she was not too surprised to hear that lack of fertility was starting to crop up within pureblood circles.

So here she was looking for a way to help her conceive a child. A family. Looking through the many tomes of magic, most of which were illegal she could not help but frown. It had taken some time to narrow down, she had found what she was looking for.

The tomes spoke of magic invoking the domains of the gods. Each ritual is used for a different purpose, each used by a different culture. There were several pantheons worth of these rituals collected. Some of which the runic languages were forgotten, the purpose of the ritual forever lost to time.

Others were still known. This narrowed down the list of options that lily had to choose from.

The first was a ritual to summon a Fae. This option would be a hazardous one, as the fae are known for their cunning. There are many legends about the Fae and their challenges. No, she would like to avoid this option.

The next was written in a form of Ancient Scandinavian. While some of the runes were similar to the Norse runic language that she knew, the rest were different and unknown to her, so she would be doing this ritual blind, witch ruled it out.

The best option was the Greek rituals. The only problem is that due to the Roman invasion and subsequent purge not many survived. She was lucky though that one of the possible found one. It was not perfect but it would do. The ritual of the huntress.

Xxxxx

Preparing for the Ritual had been both complicated and simple, gathering the materials she would need and making the catalyst potion was simple. Then came the hard part. She first had to As the ritual said 'Purify' herself to prepare.

Then on the day of the full moon she had to hunt a deer as an offering. This is to invoke the right domain. Within the deep woods, the ritual would take place as it is an area of power and while kneeling within the circle the invoker must have their desire clear in their mind.

These were the instructions in their most basic form not including the circle necessary for the invocation. So once she had completed it, kneeling in the center of the ritual circles her mind on a single purpose. She could feel the winds swirling around her but not reaching her. Then suddenly she fainted.

Upon her awakening, there were no changes her magic could detect nothing. And so a dejected Lily went home to seek the comfort of her husband.

Xxxxx

Twins! Lily was ecstatic she had her own children. A beautiful pair of twins. Not identical but twins nonetheless. It was a rarity for twins to appear within magical families. And when they did they were almost always identical due to the magical resonance within the womb while they were growing, forming a bond between them.

Lilies' children despite being twins could not be more dissimilar. Jason, named after the Greek hero, was almost an exact clone of his father. Dark hair, dark eyes, he had gained slightly softer features from herself, but it seemed that the potter curse of the male heirs had hit him hard.

Her daughter however took after her side, her family knew that they were an old family just not how old as it had been forgotten and lost along with most things during the blitz. So when lily saw how her daughter had the Blond hair and Green eyes of her mother she could not help and smile down at her daughter.

The little girl just seemed to want to curl into her body heat at all times, almost like a small kitten. It was quite adorable. She had named her daughter Atlanta after the famed huntress of legend, the figure of strength, and secretly as thanks. She had always loved myths and legend and now that she was within the magical world she did not see the harm in the hopes of her children trying to seek inspiration from their namesakes.

Here she was with her two children. Caring for them and ignoring the world. She knew better than that, as not long ago she had been getting in the thick of things that was ravaging the magical world. If she thought for a second that James would agree she would have tried to convince him to move out of the country.

To flee somewhere safe for the sake of their children. He was too proud however, such an act was against his very being. So here they were with the country tearing itself apart in the name of a mad man. People being murdered in attacks every week and there was no end in sight.

That was when the headmaster had informed both them and another family in the order, of a prophecy, a prophecy that was seemingly surrounding their families. Which one he did not know but he did know that it would lead to the dark lord to hunt them. Being the researcher that she was Lily found the entire field of prophecy a flimsy and shoddy one.

It was however in her eyes a perfect excuse to let her focus on her children, for her to withdraw from the war just to raise them. Thus the Family went into isolation and hiding as many others had done before them.

Lily however did not just rely on the wards put up by the headmaster, no she started her own contingency plan. Plans for if the worst would happen. She had drawn up wills and had them secretly stored without anyone but the bank's knowledge. She had started to lay down her own wards as the last resort.

Xxxxx

The Fidelius charm. An almost impregnable ward. It works by encapsulating a residence, location, item, or individual within a bubble, making it invisible to the rest of the world, the only way to gain entry is to be told the location by the ' Secret keeper.' a person that cannot reside within the defense. This ward however overrides all others thus making it a 'glass fortress' for while it appears to be strong, it is in fact only as strong as the one who hides the secret.

The first warning that the potters had that the Fidelius had been breach was when the door to the home that they were in was turned to splinters, peppering the hall with shrapnel and launching James potter into a wall. With his head colliding against the hard surface, James was unconscious before he hit the floor. Walking smoothly in over the remains of the door came a cloaked figure, its eerie scarlet eyes looking about for possible threats as it made its way through the small room The smugness practically radiated off of it when it saw the man crumpled on the floor, and pointed its wand at him.

Seeming to weigh its options before making its decision, it decided on stunning the man to keep him down. It then continued with its task, making its way through the hall, moving at a steady pace up the stairs. It could already hear the woman, her hurried speech as she tried to reassure her children. The rapid movements as she made some last-second preparations. Raising its wand again It cast an explosive spell and cleared the blockage between it and its target. Looking in the room, It could see the woman promised to its faithful and the two candidates for the one to kill it.

Xxxxx

Albus watched as James leaves his office through the floo. The man had been in a coma for a day before he awoke, and upon his retrieval of his son, he wanted to just head home and prepare for the funerals and avoid the public for a while. Not that Albus could blame him.

For now, though a new game needed to be prepared for, a long game. The pieces were being set and It was time to begin the process of laying the groundwork. Jason would become a hero to the people, a figure of the light. He, the great Albus dumbledore would lead him to what he was supposed to be. As the prophecy said. Jason had the mark upon his head, a symbol of power. If that was not as clear a sign then he did not know what was.

As he was thinking through his plans he headed to the specially warded quarters that he had set aside. In them was a crib with a child, a girl. Looking at her he could not help but feel irritated. Why did it have to be twins, the bond between them was uncommonly strong and would interfere with his plans. If the girl was around she would get in the way of his already forming plans.

The girl was also a weakness he could not allow it would just complicate things. No, she would have to go. The question is where and how? He could not allow for there to be a lead to him nor could he allow for her to be found. Abroad, she would have to be in another country.

He did have that ICW tour next week, there was always the possibility of there being a chance of an opportunity arising.

With that thought, the fate of a small child was decided, a fate that would lead to an unknown path.