Lily Potter was sitting in a bar, nursing a drink. She was thinking about what she was about to do; marry James Potter. He was a nice guy but, he was too far up Dumbledore's ass. That was one of the main reasons why his own family had disowned him. A man had sat down, two stools away from her. He looked just like James except he was taller, had lighter hair, was filled out, and was very handsome.

"You look like you need that drink." He said he was a 'Yankee', an American. He was dressed in a shirt, jeans, boots, and a vest.

"Tell me about it," she said and drank.

"Why don't you?" So she does, she tells him all about the school she attended and how the Headmaster was a manipulator and wanted her to marry his chosen 'light boy'. She loved him, but not in that way. He also wanted her to have a child with his chosen one as well.

"You know, I wish I could have your child. Don't get me wrong, I love James, with all of my heart; but like I said not in that way." Just then he started to glow, no one else noticed anything. Just then a beam of light hit him then he settled down onto his feet. Then he opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"I am happy to inform you that your wish is granted." He said she was confused. Wish?

"Huh?" She said.

"Allow me to introduce myself, my name's Finn McCoul, Celtic God of heroes." He slightly changed his vest had a Celtic cross on the back and it was around his neck.

"C-Celtic God?" She said.

"Aye," he said. "You see, because of your kindness you were issued a wish."

"That means…"

"Aye, I am going to give you a child." She blushed.

"Right here?"

"What? No, not here! I got a place," he held out his hand and she took it. They disappeared, after a great, passionate night Lily was pregnant but instead of one child, she was having twins. She made James believe that they were his; of course, he was happy. That was until the prophecy revealed that her son was going to kill a great evil.

So when the Dark Lord tried to kill the Potters, Lily was somehow immortal because she needed to raise her children but she was in a coma. One of the children was taken away from where they were, and the other one was left to die. But, a beautiful woman came and took her and Lily away to protect them. 'Finn, ye better be right aboot this.' She thought.

(12 and a half years later)

Harry Potter was walking a circle around in his room at the Dursleys. He was sighing and thinking about what he was going to do when all of a sudden, "HARRY POTTER!" Said the tub of lard he calls an uncle. He threw open the door and went downstairs to see what the walrus er, I mean, his 'loving' uncle wanted.

As he came down, he saw a woman with black hair with red streaks in it, dressed in a black, sleeveless mini dress with red trim with black and red tights, shin-high boots, and a choker with a glowing amethyst hanging from it. She had on dark eyeshadow, purple lipstick, and nail polish, she also had violet eyes. She was around 5 foot 7, 6 feet if you took into account her heeled boots. She was seated on the couch with her legs crossed.

Once she laid her eyes upon the boy, she smiled. "Ah, dere he is." She said in a rough Irish burr. Harry looked at the woman with a double-take.

"Um, who are you?" He asked.

"This freak bitch is a goddess." Said Petunia, the 'freak bitch' snapped her fingers and turned Dudley into a 500-pound hog, ready for slaughter.

"Whot was tha' Petunia?" She said.

"I… I mean this is the Morrigan." The mother of the turned hog quickly said. "She is the 'Phantom Queen'." Morrigan smiled at Harry.

"Tis a pleasure tae meet ye, Harry." Harry nodded.

"Okay, why am I meeting her?" He asked.

"Because I be yer paternal aunt."

"My what?" He said the Dursleys were stunned.

"His What?" They said.

"Aye, thot I am."

"Who's The Bastard's Father Then?" Said Vernon, just then the door was kicked open, and in he stepped. He was larger than life and big as a mountain. He looked like that 'drunk' Potter, "YOU? BUT YOU'RE DEAD!" He quickly grabbed Vernon by the throat.

"I Am His Father!" He said, "I Hope You Recognize Me?" Vernon quickly nodded.

"F-Finn McCoul." His family was in shock.

"The Celtic God of Heroes?" Said Petunia.

"Aye and Harry is my son." Harry looked at the man.

"You are my father? But, I thought my father was…"

"James Potter?" Said the Morrigan, "nae. Yer Mum loved Potter sure, but not in tha way."

"We met in a bar and I got her to talk to me and she made a wish."

"Let me guess the wish, that if she were to have any children they be yours?" Said Harry.

"Pretty much, you have a twin sister Harry." That shocked him.

"I have a what? If that's the case then why…?" Then it hit him, "that son of a bitch. What's my sister's name?"

"Angel," said Morrigan.

"Is she a witch?"

"Aye, I be teachin' her how tae use her magic."

"So, he just got rid of her over convenience?"

"Yep," said Finn.

"So now what?"

"I am going to take you with me to America so you can meet her and then we will look for your mother." Harry nodded, "good. Get packed," so Harry went upstairs to pack.

"Ye ken also tell tha ol' man thot we hav him now." Said Morrigan, "and he's not comin' back tae Hogwarts." With that, she slowly rose and snapped her fingers again, just then the cupboard door was blown off its hinges and she took out Harry's trunk.

"Let me get that for you, sis." Said Finn as he took it from her.

"Me thanks, brother." Harry came back down with a couple of bags, and they were about to walk out of the house.

"But what about the wards?" Said Petunia.

"They failed," said Harry. "I never considered this place home. Not when you three tried everything NOT to make me feel welcome." With that, they left.

TBC

Notes: I don't know why I have been on this Celtic Mythology kick for a while now. Hell, I'm a proud member of the 'Balor Club' but not 'Normal' Balor. I also love the way the Morrigan looks in Smite, especially her 'Twisted Metal' skin. I hope you enjoy this one and I'll try to keep up with my other ones.