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During the golden age of Olympus, Zeus- the King of the God's was throwing a party for his wife Hera, who was due to have a new goddess.
It had been ages since the last time someone Joined the pantheon, Dionysus being the last.
It also seemed that there was much celebration among the occupants of Olympus, it seemed that for once. The large family that had one member always finding something about another to fight over, be it the mortal clashes between Athens and Sparta, or battles between the immortals themselves, there was strife- and yet, just once- on this special day all there was was peace and merry making.
Zeus had arranged for the goddess soul to enter Hera's womb from a crystal stork that trailed a rainbow in the middle of a meteor shower.
All the gods had gathered to watch the display of Zeus magnificence- and that was when tragedy struck- a stray meteor shattered the stork, causing the soul to plummet into the voids of time and space, not even Hermes could move swift enough to catch the bundle and bring it to his step mothers side.
Hera wept, and Zeus commanded all of Olympus search for the missing young one, even the demigod children of the gods were commanded to search.
The passage of time was nothing to the Gods, and the search seemed never ending among there normal duty's.
And then, on the hallowed eve of 1981, when Hades had come to cross the souls of the Potters over to the other side, the first soul seized was Jame's, and then Lily and that, was when Hades saw the glow from the female child in the crib, looking up at the murderer of there parents with her 'brother'.
He found the lost goddess in the form of a mortal child, and in his angry and haste to defend his niece, he released the souls of the Potter's.
Rising before the Dark Lord whom the twisted and tattered soul of a man of darkness bled off of like a beacon of evil, Hades shielded the children and shattered there would be killers soul and body, who at the sight of the God of the Underworld fled into the night with Hades giving chase in his anger, he would tell his brother later of his discovery.
He wasn't complete in his defense, as the radius of the blast he caused was enough to split the foreheads of the children.
And slowly the souls of Lily and James potter returned to there mortal coils, as well as a fragment of the broken soul of the dark lord seeping into the scar of the boy.
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When Lily Potter woke, she was groggy and the last thing she remembered was being face to face with the Dark Lord- and then nothing.
She slowly shifted her attention to her children's crying, mind you it was hard for her to miss the giant hole in nursery's ceiling as she got up.
Harry and Hyacinth Potter were in the same crib, as her eyes focused, she let out a gasp of horror, Harry had a cut on his forehead, the closest shape she could see it as was a lightning bolt, where as Hyacinth had one in the shape of what looked like the symbol for omega.
She stared quite a bit longer then she should have when the sound of footsteps up the stairs caught her attention and she grabbed a shattered bit of wood with some nails in it, intending to protect her children even still and so she took a position to surprise them.
James was leaning against Sirius for support, he supposed- the bastard felt his blood was too pure to spill and so knocked him out instead of outright slaughtering him.
He was however surprised when the wife he feared dead nearly drove a broken two by four with some nails into it into his face, had his glasses not been enchanted to not scratch and take the impact of bludgers, it would have ended up in his eye, as she had little luck in slowing it down much once she realized who she was aiming at.
As Sirius checked on the children, the husband and wife embraced as if it was gonna be there last, and then they hastily packed what they needed while Sirius stood guard in case someone came to renew the attack, they fled to another safe house and contacted the order.
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Molly Weasley had some general first aid knowledge and skills, she was set to become a medi-witch and was on her way to passing the first of four phases of training, until her betrothed Arthur gave them a son, and soon after another, and soon she was so deep in children that leaving to rejoin her career choice would have caused more problems then simply staying and raising the children.
From what she could tell, her friends Lily and James were perfectly healthy physically, mentally and magically- as were there son and daughter.
"I never received the full training you know, but im sure any lingering effects are just temporary, except..." Molly stopped and eyed the boy and girl, who were fast asleep right now.
"I'm not sure the scars will ever properly heal right.. they will be stuck with those for all there days to come I'm afraid.." Molly gave a sad smile and moved to put on the kettle in the burrows kitchen, Lily, James and Sirius all sat in the living room, Sirius holding his Godchildren, Arthur was still out, and luckily all the Weasley children were all asleep still.
Dumbledore quietly arrived to the Burrow, his mind was deep in thought. It was already spreading, he Boy who lived and Vanquished the dark lord at one, the tales already circulating that sources were filtering to him all seemed to settle on the idea he had the motor skills and knowledge to jump in front of and save his sister from the killing curse, as the explosion of green that was seen to erupt from the roof could be nothing else .
Between that, and the five that fled from the ruined house a bit later, there was no doubt in peoples mind that the dark lord left the parents alive, simply to torment them, and the boy saved them, because the girl- was well a girl, no way she was going to be more then some way to bind houses- most thought the chances of the house of Longbottom putting in a bid for her one day were better then average.
Dumbledore had Explained a bit about the prophecy that had sent the Potter family into hiding before, and it was on that prophecy he had suggested that they separate the children, for two reasons(that he told them at least.)
The first being that Harry needed to be trained, prepared for the coming fight- as the Dark Lord was not dead since no body found there, and he was the only one who held any chance at stopping him- a sister readily available would distract him, and them from such a mission.
"I suggest, that she grow up with Lily's sister, in the muggle world." he went on to say, stroking his beard as he viewed there reactions- shock and horror.
"My sister hates magic... why cant Sirius, Remus or hell- even Molly, or Alice take her?!" Lily looked to her daughter and up to Dumbledore defensively.
"Remus.. Legally cant, and as I'm sure Sirius will help with Harry's training, Molly- has enough children already.. that another may cause undo burden on her, but all these options will take away from the fact that in the wizarding world- the sister of the boy who lived will be a target, if she grows up around muggles- she will be protected by being anonymous, and then before she is set to return to the wizarding world and begin Hogwarts, we can collect her and teach her some things. you could also arrange 'visits' he looked at them, his argument won- of course he had been walking around and touched each one of them in turn to apply a wandless silent compulsion charms so they agreed to him.
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Petunia and Vernon Dursley glared death and brimstone at the faces of Lily and James potter, as well as Dumbledore as they explained that they needed to take care of a magical kid, because there other one was supposed to save them from what Lily described as a 'magical Hitler'.
and Hyacinth would be a target, already had been targeted almost, and that they would pay a them a bit of a sum each month to ensure she got everything she needed without causing them financial burden(though neither thought as to why molly couldn't just take the money instead.)
Visits were going to be arranged, but in practice, something always seemed to come up for Lily and James involving Harry that kept them from it, the Dursleys however were compelled of there own hatred to tell the girl that her parents and brother were in a plane crash and that she had been sick and unable to travel and left with them- that way it could be turned into a cover story later, it did not seem to matter to who that story would be used.
And so Hyacinth Potter was left with the Dursleys, and the first trial of her young life began.
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When the Seven year old girl opened her bright green eyes at the pounding on her cupboard door, she flicked some of her short red hair out of her eyes before quickly getting dressed and headed out to make breakfast for her 'family'.
Here she was called a Freak, and forced to do all the housework, gardening, cooking- while barely eating herself- while she barely ate, her eyes were in Perfect health- as well as the rest of her, which just made her be called a freak more- she also had no scars on her skin, but not from lack of trying- as soon as Petunia became aware that was the case- she made sure the girls punishments were rough and bloody.
The school was four blocks from there house, and while Dudley got a ride from Petunia there before she went about her errands and visits.
Hyacinth was always made to walk and to be late, something they blamed on her wandering off to do whatever she wanted, but in truth- Vernon held her back for pictures, pictures she felt were vile, as he had her do them while naked, striking different poses- the cameras film self developed, and he had started early on doing this- she never stopped feeling dirty from it.
He wouldn't do it everyday, like today when he just left- having a big meeting today or something.
She had started looking for where he kept the box full of the photos, and she found it and the camera, loading both into the fireplace and using one of the matches nearby to light it- set them ablaze, feeling a little less dirty. she packed what little she had and fled- as he would likely wanna kill her for destroying the collection, if there was one thing she was thankful for, it seemed that the stash just had her, which meant they should be the only copy and no one else had seen her.
She slipped away from Number four Privet drive, she had not noticed that someone was watching her once she was a few blocks towards the commercial center- and the bus depot.
The witch slipped in behind her and sent a stunner at the small red headed runaway, quickly moving in and apparating away.
When Hyacinth woke up, she felt cold, and like there was a pressure on her neck, as well as hands- which were behind her back. she had no clothes on and she was gagged.
As her eyes adjusted to the minimal amount of light- she looked to be in a basement, torches of all things sat on either side of the black door, even the doorknob was black, the walls appeared to be cinder block, and there was a coffin in the center of the room.
Suddenly the casket opened and a man in a suit crawled out in a yawn, and then there was a pop- and a woman in a black dress stood beside him, her eyes remained on Hyacinth, while his trailed over the woman first and then shifted to her, and that was when she began to shiver, struggle with her bonds a bit in panic.
He smiled as he knelt down beside her, that was when she noticed his teeth,
a vampire- because of course the fangs and the fact it came out of a coffin marked what it was, and the woman with him appeared to be his thrall- a mortal bound to serve and protect them in the light hours.
On the one hand, she was glad she was able to get her hand's on that monster book Dudley took a temper tantrum to have cause the cover looked cool, losing interest at the fact there were little in the way of pictures in it.
On the other- the Dursleys had always said magic wasn't real and to stop being a freak.
The vampire had began touching her hair, eyes glancing up and down her body, his tongue licked at her throat and he began whispering, speaking sweet nothings about helping them get more 'guests' and as long as you were useful- you were safe, but it was about that time two things happened.
One was that Hyacinth noticed the woman was holding the severed head of a girl maybe a bit older then herself by the hair- eyes open in terror, as the vampire continued repeat his earlier statement too remain useful.
And two, was the door to the room was big, heavy and Metal- and that someone had punched it off its hinges in a way that dented it heavily and caused it to sail into the woman and crush her into the coffin, leaving it in ruins.
The vampire was on his feet with a hiss in a moment, a piece of stick going to his left hand "Do you have any idea how long it took to train that thing to be Just the way I wanted?!"
The man he was addressing- had to duck to enter the room, he had brown eyes and short brown hair.
His clothes were a white tank top and a pair of jeans that looked to be too small for him, but also highlighted the fact he was built like one of those men from the bodybuilder contests she would sometimes watch when petunia watched it- but surprisingly more built then the biggest one of them there, with a Lion skin draped across his shoulders- the head resting on one of his shoulders.
"Thats my sister you have there, you filthy creature of the dark, and I will slay thee in her defense" the man cracked his knuckles and glared at the vampire.
Hyacinths head was spinning a bit.. it all seemed so much to take in, but she refused to black out from the shock.
So she continued to watch as lights of all sorts started shooting out of the vampires stick, her.. Brother?(she was nervous about the idea it was true, he was there to protect her, but then the Dursleys... had kinda soured her ideas on a proper family.)
As she focused again, the vampire was backing up and kept throwing colors at her 'brother' with his stick while backing up, brother advancing- and with a small leap forwards- he clapped his hands together and caught the vampires head between them.
It caused a mess to spray out in all directions- and when he pulled them apart, the corpse flopped to the ground uselessly, leaning down to wipe the mess off his hands on the corpses suit.
He smiled and carefully moved forwards towards Hyacinth "You will be fine little sister, Ol Herc here has you now" the manacles on her wrists pulled apart in his grasp like paper, and then he pulled off the steel choker in much the same way, Hyacinth pulled out the gag, and began to gag- it was her panty's as it turned out.
Herc slipped the lions pelt from his shoulders and slipped it around the girl- Had her Olympian Magics been stronger, she would have seen her other Brother Hermes, and her uncle Hades also looking on in concern, though Hades slipped away with the souls of more dark ones wishing his niece harm, and the soul of one little girl who was happy no one else would end up like her- at least from there hands.
As soon as she was cradled in Hercules arms, Hermes apparated them back to Greece, where Herc lived with his siblings and cousin.
The twilight rays of sunset was creeping in the window as she glanced around, this room was a rather cream white, except the accents.. those were a lig-
"By Father, what happened?!" a woman's voice said in alarm, interrupting Hyacinths train of thought as her eyes moved to a couch in front of a rather large television, where three young adults jumped to there feet and moved to crowd her and brother it seemed, the woman, had waist length blond hair, blue eyes and , one of the other men had shoulder length Black hair, while the other had rather short chestnut.
Hyacinth wondered if she was just dead and being surrounded by family was her heaven?.
She caught there names as she slipped off to sleep in the warmth of the lions pelt and the safe feeling embrace of her Brother at least she thought it was there names.. but she felt the grip of sleep take a better hold.