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Ten years. Ten years of search. Ten years of slowly losing hope. Ten years since the last Potter went missing, and they still had no clue of where she was.
Minerva could feel the weight of her years crashing like an avalanche on her shoulders. She had been the Head of House of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts for decades and a Transfiguration Mistress since she graduated. She had been an unofficial member of the Order of the Phoenix during the War, working as a spy thanks to her animagus form, a common tabby cat that at first glance didn't look any different from any other cat. Only by looking closely to her face would one see dark lines under her eyes, a mark of her glasses from her human form.
She had survived the deaths of her parents, brothers, her first love and her husband. Many of her students died during the war, killing each other just because a mad man claimed that only purebloods were entitled to have power, that muggles and muggleborns were nothing more than pests to be culled and half bloods would be allowed to live or not depending on their magical lineage.
According to the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters Minerva was half blood scum that didn't deserve to live, that sullied magic itself just by breathing. All because her father was a muggle and not a wizard.
Fools.
When she had been a student she had surpassed most of her classmates, purebloods from old magical lineages included, earned the position of Prefect and Head Girl and Captain of Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
As a teacher she had taught plenty of talented, normal and frankly mediocre students. And she could honestly swear that neither blood nor upbringing had anything to do with it.
Magical blood had nothing to do with magical talent. So many magical families died out because of inbreeding. Between fertility problems and a slow but noticeable increase in squibs birth in old prejudiced pureblood families, many purebloods were "forced" to intermingle with "lesser" purebloods and half bloods.
Hogwarts had been originally built to house hundreds of students. At one point it actually housed a thousand students. And that had been centuries ago.
Nowadays it barely made it to a hundred between all four houses.
In the past the many classrooms that covered the school were used for the different clubs and elective classes available. However, between wars, diseases, blood feuds, and who knows what else, there was a substantial drop in magical born children in the entire country.
With less students every few generations, clubs dropped and so did the electives. Before, there had been no less than a dozen possible electives, nowadays there were only five obligatory electives and Quidditch.
Even the photography and magical chess club´s suffered a drop in members.
It was sad to know that an institution like Hogwarts had lost so much courseworks simply because of lack of interest and to save some galleons.
While muggles thrived and invented new ways to improve their lives, wizards seemed stuck in their ways, never inventing anything new. Oh, a new broom, faster and with better grip was made. Maybe a new potion once every few years. But spells? Magical artifacts? She knew from the items that she confisked daily from the Weasley twins that even Zonko was in a stagnant state.
According to Quirinus, muggles actually managed to send a group of men to the moon. The moon! Space! And they did it on more than one occasion. And that was almost twenty years ago. What would they do in another twenty years? Visit Mars? Jupiter? The Sun?
Many wizards mocked muggles for not having magic, others pitied them, thinking that they must surely suffer horrible and difficult lives because of it. Some actually thought that the reason for the Statute of Secrecy was because if muggles knew that magic existed they would pester the wizards to do all their job for them.
Minerva had lived as a muggle, she had been raised as one. Even after entering Hogwarts she had still pretended to be muggle around her neighbors and relatives. And as Deputy Headmistress she was the one responsible for explaining to the muggleborns and muggleraised about the Wizardly World. About Hogwarts and the Statute of Secrecy.
She knew that the only real difference between the muggle world and the wizardly word was simply magic.
That´s it.
Prejudice existed in both. Hate, envy, laziness, corruption. But also love, hope, improvement.
Minerva had had great hope for the magical world once, before the war, when her best students still lived. Back then she had been sure that Lily Evans would be the woman to bring the Wizardly World to the 20th century. The redhead was a natural prodigy in Charms and Potion, a future Mistress in both areas. Filius and Horace both planned on having her as their successor. She still remembered fondly how Lily proudly said that she intended to create new spells and potions that would revolutionize everything.
James may have been a troublemaker most of his time in Hogwarts, but he too had a sharp mind and great potential. Many of the pranks he and his friends created reflected their true abilities. Despite being lazy in their classwork all of them had great grades in their OWLs and NEWTs (minus poor Peter, he was always the weaker of the group)
James and Lily´s deaths had been a true tragedy. Two young lives, with so many dreams and hopes, with a young baby that was left alone. She still cursed Black´s name for betraying them to that monster.
So many innocents died during the war. So many lives ruined.
Ironically, the Death Eaters caused more harm for the purebloods than the muggles ever did. Houses Potter, Longbottom, Black and Bones were on the edge of extinction. One had no clear heir and the others only had children to keep the name.
And that brought her back to her despair.
Hazel Potter. The last Potter.
On the night of Hallows Eve, when the Potters' wards failed Albus sent Hagrid immediately to the safe house. When Hagrid arrived he found the house destroyed, like multiple Bombardas had been set.
The semi giant found Sirius Black leaving the house with a desperate look on his face. At the moment Black claimed that both Lily and James were dead, that the Dark Lord's remains were in the nursery room but Hazel was nowhere to be found.
Sirius had left in a hurry, mumbling about finding Peter. Hagrid had been so shocked by the news that he didn't even try to stop him.
He ran to the house and confirmed Sirius' words for himself. James was dead, his body in the living room, his wand near his corpse. Lily's body was in the nursery room, lying in front of the crib. And in the doorway was him.
The Dark Lord.
Dead.
But there was no sign of the baby.
The next day, Sirius was arrested after murdering Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles. The young Black had been the Secret Keeper of the Potters and had betrayed them to his real master.
Minerva's heart broke when she learned of Sirius betrayal. More so when it became obvious that Sirius must have been the one to hid Hazel and that he refused to admit where she was. Or if she was even alive.
During his interrogation Sirius just yelled that it all was his fault, that they were all dead because of him. Half the time he just rambled incoherencies like a mad man.
In the end Sirius was sent straight to Azkaban for the murder of Peter and the thirteen muggles and the betrayal of the Potters.
Nobody knew how You-Know-Who was defeated. James and Lily was obvious, their bodies were saturated with traces of the killing curse. The Dark Lord's corpse too had traces of the killing curse, but also of something else.
The fact that little Hazel was missing only added more mistery to the whole situation.
Why was the baby the only one missing?
The explosions that destroyed the house seemed to be from the backsplash of a spell more than for multiple Bombardas. There didn't seem to be signs of spells that could vanish a toddler without leaving any trace of it.
Besides, why would the Dark Lord vanish the girl? He had made it clear that he intended to wipe out the Potter line, the killing curse was his signature move, so why change his method? Moreover, the Dark Lord and his followers loved to leave the corpses of their victims in clear view, to show what happened to those who defied him.
And if she had somehow survived, then where was she? What had Sirius done to her?
Speculation flowed for weeks after that night. Some celebrated that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead, others mourned the death of the Potters. And all gosspied of the fate of Hazel Potter.
If it hadn't been for the goblins, they would have never known that she was alive.
Two weeks after Halloween officers from the Ministry went to Gringotts looking for the Potter's will, to 'determine' which assets would be seized by the Goblins and which would be sent to the new heirs of the Potter line.
Obviously the two pompous idiots had been bribed and sent by those of the Dark to try to take a peek at the Potter's will. The entire family hadn't been dead for a month and the vultures already circled what was not theirs.
The goblins' answer had shocked them.
According to their leggings, Hazel Potter was still alive.
Hours after that, the Minister herself with easily half the Wizengamot was in front of Gringotts, trying to wrangle some answers from the goblins.
Unlike some wizards, Minerva harbored no ill feelings towards the goblins. For her the mistakes of the past belonged there, and they should serve as lessons. Dragging the past like mud on their shoes served for nothing, all it did was grow resentment and anger.
The animosity and hatred between both races had been well documented. Both sides were completely at fault. The wizards of old made the current Death Eaters look like saints. Their bigotry and racism was legendary.
The goblins hadn't been angels in their rebellions. Their strikes had left bloodshed on the streets, they had no care about innocents getting involved in the crossfire, and enjoyed seeing the wizards die.
Many mistakes were made by both sides.
That's why they had to learn from the past in order to avoid repeating it.
Unfortunately, both sides were filled with thick headed idiots that believed themselves to be gods and that only their side was on the right.
That made it so that the relationship between both races was strained at best and outright violent and worst.
Currently it was passive aggressive on both sides.
So, when the Minister asked respectfully how did the goblins knew for certain that Hazel Potter was alive, they informed her that it was because her trust vault had activated after her parents death and was still active.
When James and Lily learned that the Dark Lord was targeting them, they arranged for their only daughter to have a trust vault that would only activate if they died. At that point an annual stipend would be drawn from the Main Potter Vault, with enough gold to cover her schooling and her personal expenses and only for her to use.
If Hazel had died with her parents, then the Vault wouldn't be active and the goblins would have already begun the hard and long work of managing the Potters holdings and assets and informing the next in line of succession for each property.
Since Hazel was apparently alive, they kept doing the same accounting work they did when her parents were alive.
With that news a massive manhunt for the newly proclaimed Girl-Who-Lived started.
And ten years later it still continued.
Right now Minerva, Albus and Alastor were waiting for their last hope.
The Quill of Acceptance.
The Quill was the one that wrote the name of all magical born children in Great Britain in the Book of Admittance, and it was also the one responsible for writing the acceptance letters for the first years.
Their hope was that they could stick a tracking charm on the letter and follow it back to Hazel's location. They had no way to know if Hazel lived in a magical or muggle household. They doubted she still lived in the same country.
The seconds that it took the Quill to write her letter seemed like years. Every stroke, every loop, every word, it seemed to last forever.
Finally the letter was finished and ready to be sent.
"Albus do you recognize the adress?" Minerva held hope in her voice. Of the three of them, Albus was the most knowlable about other countries.
"No. We will have to keep going to our plan and use a tracking charm" Albus waved his wand and placed the spell over the letter. Usually the letters were impervious to travking charms. However as Headmaster, Albus could use his magic to counteract the letters magical defenses.
To make sure that they could find the Girl-Who-Lived they didn't summon an owl. Instead Albus called Fawked, his own familiar.
The majestic bird's thrilling filled them with hope. The phoenix grabbed the letter and flew through the open window. Their last hope of finding Hazel was on him.
For two weeks they waited breathlessly for Fawkes to return. With each day that passed, hoped disminushed and doubt grew.
Fawkes was a phoenix, his magic should allow him to reach places unnacesibles by magic or muggle ways. No wards could keep a phoenix away. Their magic was old and mysterious, like other magical creatures.
Whatever was holding Fawkes back, must have been powerful.
Minerva had just returned to her quarters on the first floor. The animagus had spent most of the day with the upcoming first years muggleborn families, showing them Diagon Alley, helping them to create a bank account on Gringotts and answering their questions.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the children's enthusiasm at seeing actual magic. Young Granger had a thousand questions on her mind, a budding Ravenclaw if she ever saw one.
She was preparing herself a tea when a phoenix shaped patronus crossed over her walls.
"Minerva, Fawkes has returned. Meet us next to Hagrid's cabin"
Albus orders surprised her. She would have expected to be summoned to Albus' office instead of the courtyard.
She quickly walked towards the courtyard, her wand held firm in her hand.
The sun was shining brightly outside, a warm summer day. Rare in Scotland, but not uncommon.
Minerva could see Albus standing close to Hagrid's cabin, admiring his giant pumpkins and stroking Fawkes feathers. The phoenix cocked his master's hand with his beak affectionately.
"Albus" she greeted him "Did Fawkes find her?"
"I believe he found someone. Fawkes returned a few minutes ago, with a letter attached to his leg. It only said to follow him. So I did that and when he stopped here I called for you"
"I'm surprised you didn't summon anybody else" "I have all trust in our abilities to handle whatever may come" he gave her a confident smile. She couldn't help but fluster a little, it was nice that her best friend held so much trust in her.
Before they could continue with their chat they felt something. A shift in the air. Something strange. It was like magic and at the same time not.
Violet.
It was violet.
There were rings surrounded by bigger rings. The central one was purely black, the others switched from violet to blue.
The rings began to pulse, almost hypnotically. Minerva felt her inner animal stir, her animagus senses were screaming danger all over her body.
The rings pulsed one last time and the central ring stretched until it consumed the outer ones.
A small light appeared on the center ring. It began to grow. No, it was getting. With each step a human form began to appear. Before her incredulous eyes two persons emerged from the strange ring.
There were two people coming out. A man and a girl. Both wore the same uniform, white muggle clothes with stripes of blue. Strange helmets covered their heads with only the bottom of their faces visible. Even their eyes were covered by some strange glasses. The man seemed to have dyed part of his hair purple, while the girl´s braid was orange. What stopped her cold was that their skin was a pale blue.
"Alola strangers!" the strangers made a motion with their hands, as if forming a square.
Minerva was too shocked to speak. It was a good thing that Albus had no such problems.
"Hello" Albus greeted them warmly "I have to admit I'm surprised. May I ask how you were able to cross the wards of the school?" there was suspicion and interested combined in his voice.
"Wards? Are they like hiding attacks?" the male stranger asked intrigued.
Minerva frowned. It felt like both sides were speaking in different languages and that they were being obtuse in purpose.
"Oy you two! Don´t leave me behind!" a man´s voice yelled from the black ring. He was wearing a uniform like the other two but took off his helmet as soon as he stepped out.
"Uff, one takes a moment to see the sights and he gets left behind" the man grumbled while scratching his head. He looked young, well to Minerva many looked young. Maybe in his thirties, brown skinned, an easy going smile on his face that gave her painful memories. His black hair was pulled in a low ponytail and he sported a goatee.
"Alola!" the man gave the same greeting like his companions, except that he formed a circle with his hands instead of a square.
"Introductions first! I´m Professor Kukui, this are my friends Dulse" the other man "and Zossie" the girl waved energically "They helped a lot with the transport issues" Kukui chuckled.
"Hello, I am Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, the Headmaster of this fine school. My colleague here is my good friend Minerva McGonagall, my Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration teacher"
"Transfiguration? What's that?" Kukui asked confused.
Minerva wanted to curse. It seemed like these were muggles, muggles that somehow bypassed Hogwarts ancient wards with muggle means.
"Before this conversation goes any further, if you´re the Headmaster and she is the Deputy Headmistress that means that this is the Hogwarts that the letter said?" Kukui pulled a very familiar letter from one of his pockets.
"How do you have it?" Minerva gripped her wand tighter. This situation was getting more and more strange. At her side she saw that Albus too had his wand ready.
". According to our friends that fire breathing bird emerged from an ultraumbral two weeks ago and after giving the researchers and employees a heart attack flew off right to my house. When it saw my daughter returning from her training it dive bombed her and dropped her a letter. It didn´t let her go anywhere until she picked it up and read it"
Daughter.
He had a daughter. A daughter that Fawkes found and pestered into accepting the Hogwarts letter.
"Your address? What is your address?" the intensity behind Albus' words had Kukui drop his jovial attitude.
His answer made her heart stop. Tears flowed from her cheeks. They had found her. After ten years, they had found her.
Hazel Potter was alive.
New story uuupppp! I´m joining the HP x Pokemon community! This exist because of Mr Chaos great Harry Potter saga (really, it´s great), BloodyKitsune 1997 and silver rosebud crossovers. Their stories really inspired me to write my own crossover of this genre. There will be serious changes from canon, the most important is that nobody knows how Voldemort was defeated, Hazel was named GWL because she survived somehow, but since Dumbledore never got to examinate her he was never able to identify the love magic that Lily used in canon. I will only say that in this universe, it wasn´t that. Lily did something else. Romance won´t appear until at least fourth year, with some hints in third. Anyway I want to know what do you guys prefer: one single book with the whole seven years (or the years that I consider neccesary to defeat Voldy) or one book per year. Hope you like this first chapter, will be working on the next, we have to see Malia´s reaction to finding magic is real!