5th February 1982

Petunia Dursley opened the door of her house at Privet Drive to an auburn haired young woman, possibly in her late teens, with amber eyes and a polite expression on her face.

Petunia was very suspicious of everything since her niece had been dropped on her doorstep in November and looked the girl over before speaking. She was dressed in a black pleated skirt that reached her knees and wore a cream button up blouse and had a small purse over her shoulder.

"Hello. What can I do for you miss?" Petunia said.

In a perfect and smooth british accent the girl said,

"Hi, my name is Hestia Olympus and I've recently moved into the area, on a walk around the neighbourhood I noticed that you have two little children in your care and I wanted to make you aware of my babysitting services. I am fully licensed and my family is full of a variety of experts in different fields. Any meals that are needed based on time frame, you wouldn't need to pay for. The first three sessions are free as long as they dont exceed 6 hours. Also my rate is £8 an hour for the first 10 weeks after the trial and for continued use I lower it to 6. I love working with little ones, girls especially and I hope you consider Olympus Babysitting Services. If not I still hope to become a friend to you and someone you can rely on to care for the children you care for at a moments notice miss. . . Oh! I'm sorry, I've gone and forgotten to ask you your name in all this, would you mind awfully, helping me correct that oversight?" Hestia was sure she had this in the bag, these people were awful, but they were stiklers for politeness and seeming 'perfectly normal thank you very much'. For only being 23 the woman looked 30 and was even more old fashioned. As much as it enraged her to see a mere infant neglected like Harmonia Potter was here she knew she could over the span of the next few years make enough subtle enchantments to truly make them 'normal' or at least, not bigoted.

Petunia was quick to respond. This girl was mature and normal and was offering her a deal that batty old mrs Figg couldn't beat.

"Of course Hestia. Petunia, Petunia Dursley. Would you like a spot of tea while you're here?"

By the time Petunia returned to the living room with an extravagant tea tray, Hestia had attached a compulsion to be firm but kind in regards to health upkeep to Petunia and had enchanted the front doorframe with a subtle spell to minamise your negative qualities and enhance the positives somewhat. That should be enough to ensure the level of abuse that Hestia had forseen to only amount to neglect from the patriarch of the household by the time Harmonia would begin retaining her memories.

"There you go dear. Now, how do you like your tea Hestia?" Petunia asked, rather relaxed now that she had affirmed the normality of her guest.

"Honey and Lemon, no milk please Petunia. I'm obsessed with all things smooth and creamy so I try and keep that obsession away from addictive drinks." Petunia nodded along approvingly and went to pick up the toddlers from the carpet across the room.

"This is Harmonia, my niece. She was handed into my care after my dissapointment of a sister and that awful husband of hers died last October." she paused for a second with pursed lips, "And this," she said with much more enthusiasm, "This is my son Dudley. My pride and joy aren't you Diddy-kins. Oh- would you mind awfully holding onto Harmonia for me Diddy is a bit of a handful, they don't get along very well and I couldn't possibly keep a hold on them both."

"Oh no problem Petunia, none at all." Hestia said placing her tea cup on the tray once more. She knealt down on the carpet and softly beckoned Harmonia towards her saying, "Hi there. Come here, D'you want a hug?" Hestia let her comforting aura of home envelop the small girl before pulling her into a soft hug. She sat back on the sofa and propped the girl on her knee before looking her over.

Her hair was beautiful and almost looked styled to have that colour red highlighting the ocean waves that looked professionally done. Her eyes were forest green with a ring of black so thin it was barely noticable and she was pale, incredibly pale. Hestia ran her hand over her forehead where the scar she had seen formed, rested.

"She's always been like that." Petunia found herself supplying, "That cut was scabbed over the day she arrived and no matter how often I take her into the sun or out and about she's always so pale. I dont understand her hair always looks like that either, so beautiful and oddly coloured I thought my fool of a sister had dyed it. But I checked with an expert, it's natural. Somehow."

"You say Dudley and Harmonia don't get along?" Hestia said trying to keep her storyline believable, "I think it prudent that you know that unless they have a good relationship, I only care for one child at a time. So if you intend to go on child free date nights, you would have to leave one, likely Dudley as I tend to disconcert boys, with a relative or other family friend." Hestia shot a subtle compulsion charm for agreement at Petunia. As much as she disliked enchanting people, this situation demanded it and there was no way she would see positive results otherwise.

"Of course, of course Hestia, I'm sure my husband, Vernon's sister, Marge would love to care for my wonderful boy on nights out. And you seem more than capable to deal with any oddities Harmonia there can throw at you. There will be some, that's a given with how. . . Strange, her parents were." and in Hestia's mind there was now a mental note to add a gradual acceptance of magic charm at a nearby date.

Hestia looked down at Harmonia's big green eyes and hugged her again before murmering in the girls ear, "Don't you worry love, you father sent me. Auntie Hestia is going to make it all okay."

Dudley then began to make a rather convenient fuss and Petunia began to fawn all over him again, she looked up at Hestia and said, "Dear, please excuse me for a minute while I go change Diddy-Dums' diaper. He needs a new one."

"Do what you have to do Petunia, I'll just be here with Harmonia." Hestia called after her retreating form. As soon as Petunia was out of the room Hestia whipped a reinforced bronze jar the size of her palm out of her purse and traced a thumb over the scay on Harmonia's forehead. "Okay Tom, let's get you out of my niece." increasing her aura of love and acceptance steadily, Hestia used a very thin and sharp knife she had just conjured to open up a small incision in the scar tissue on Harmonia's forehead. Said girl kept quiet and still, she was very relaxed around her new auntie who she liked much better than aunt Petunia. Auntie Hestia smelled liken the cookies and treats that her muma used to make. A small trickle of red dust began to be extruded from the incision and almost magnetically, sucked into the small jar.

Soon enough, no more dust remained in the scar and all was inside the confines of the detailed jar and could not escape. Hestia ran her hand over the scar sealing it once more and kissed Harmonia on the forehead whispering, "Well done my love," when the jar was safely stored in her purse and the knife was vanished into non-being Hestia waited patiently for Petunia to return; Absent mindedly rocking Harmonia to sleep.

When Petunia returned Hestia placed the sleeping girl onto the sofa before standing up and saying, "I'm terribly sorry to be rude Petunia but I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. You see, I've a rather urgent appointment I have to get to and while I've loved the company I cant postpone this." Petunia assured her it was fine and ushered Hestia on her way, "Before I go, take this why don't you. This way you know how to contact me and I'll see about lending you this scar removal cream I have for Harmonia, no girl wants a disfigurement on their forehead and something tells me she wouldnt want the attention when she's older." Hestia pushed a red and silver buisness card into her hand and was soon on her way out.

Hestia appeared on the edge of the river styx and waited. After what felt like an eon and a second another figure came to be next to her,

"What did you want Hestia?" A baritone voice asked.

Hestia held up the bronze jar, "This is a part of the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle, he has done vile things and has cheated you. I wish to help you claim him." Hestia responded smoothly.

"A wizard then? He is a fool, no one can cheat me. Only delay and worsen their sentencing." The man simmered in his rage for a minute before stealing himself, "As it happens I cannot claim a broken soul myself. I am fully capable of tracking it, however I will need a demigod's assistance to capture and damn the soul to its rightful place in Tartarus."

"Can you be patient? As it happens your employer has a daughter whom I extracted this from. She is subject to a prophecy involving this soul. We will be bending the ancient laws to aid her. Clotho herself has spoken in agreeable to this. The only issue is the girls age, she is only 18 months old. We are to spend 10 years as a minimum streamlining this for her. She is a witch and heir to the underworld, she is important to the tapestry." Hestia answered.

"10 years then. I will be generous she gets 12 then she may begin this at any pace she wishes as long as it is done before the turn of the century."

Thanatos was a generous person when it came to fate.