Chapter 1: How it all began

Hi, and welcome by this new story.

Warnings: Fem!Harry, Bashing of Dumbledore, Molly Weasley, Ronald Weasley and Ginevra Weasley, Good!Voldemort, Voldie is Luke's younger twin brother, lots of OC's and some language...

Rating: T/M, I think...

It was a sunny day in London, on 31 July 1985, more than 3 and a half years after the Dark Lord Voldemort was defeated by the Girl-Who-Lived on that faithful Halloween night in October 1981.

Every light wizard on Earth was truly happy and lived a good life, rebuilding their families, properties and wealth after the war.

But the Girl-Who-Lived lead a miserable life on Privet Drive #4 with her abusive relatives, her aunt Petunia, her uncle Vernon and her cousin Dudley.

Her name was Hope Potter.

And all she wanted was to be normal, not 'freakish' like her relatives called it.

The same Hope Potter was sitting on the grass, dressed in an ugly oversized jumper and pants that were to long for her, behind a bush in a nearby park, hugging her knees, her midnight black hair hanging over her arms, crying.

She had been sitting there for hours, after her uncle beat her up.

Hope didn't know what she'd done wrong, but she had been blamed again.

Then she heard soft footsteps coming towards her.

Hope knew it couldn't be her uncle or cousin, their footsteps would be way louder, and it couldn't be her aunt either, her footsteps were slight louder than these.

"Are you okay?" it sounded like a boy's voice.

"Please go." Hope said with fear.

"I'm not here to hurt you." the boy said and laid a hand softly on her left shoulder.

Hope hadn't ever felt a hand touching her gently and softly like this hand had, yet she flinched for a brief second. She slowly turned her head, staring in the brightest and most mesmerizing crystal clear blue eyes with her own emerald green ones. Hope couldn't speak so mesmerized she was.

The boy was wearing some weird black clothing, something that looked like a dress.

The boy smiled. "My name is Aragon, what is yours?" he asked.

"Hope." Hope replied.

"Hope… the name suits you well, Milady." Aragon said and took her hand, kissing her knuckles.

Hope furiously blushed.

"Aragon!" a female voice called.

"That's my mother." Aragon said. "Yes mom!?"

A tall woman came from Hope's right, wearing the same weird clothing as Aragon, only in dark blue. She had long wavy black hair, an exotic tan on her skin and gentle kind dark blue eyes, long black whimpers accenting them. She looked nothing like Hope's aunt Petunia.

She spotted Hope crying. "What's wrong dearie?" she kindly asked, slowly sitting down beside Hope in an elegant way.

"N-nothing." Hope stammered.

"You've been crying, it's a sign that something's wrong. Do your parents know that you're here?" the woman asked.

"My parents died, I'm living with my aunt and uncle." Hope said, her eyes getting wet when she said that.

Apparently, the woman saw her bruises. "Oh my god!" she called out. "How did this happen?!"

"I-I fell." Hope lied. "I'm very clumsy."

"I can feel it when someone lies, and I can feel what really happened." the woman said, sounding angry.

"Don't send me back!" Hope yelled.

"Oh no, you're never going back to that awful place!" the woman strictly said. "The house of your aunt and uncle will be forbidden for you to enter!"

"But… where else will I stay?" Hope asked.

"Well, my husband and I always wanted another daughter, but my husband is very incapable of giving me a daughter." the woman said. "You'll stay with us."

"She'll be my sister?" Aragon asked.

"Yes son, she'll be." the woman said. "Tell me, where do your relatives live?"

"Privet Drive #4, but why?" Hope asked.

"Uhm… I'll tell you afterwards. Aragon, bring Hope to the Fair, and tell your father to set course for Diagon Alley." the woman said.

"Okay mother!" Aragon said and helped Hope on her feet, leading her out of the park.

"What is the Fair?" Hope asked as she was lead into small empty streets, apart for lots of trash and old iron trashcans.

"The Fair is our spacecraft." Aragon replied.

"Spacecrafts don't exist." Hope said and froze when she thought she realized it. "You're an alien!"

"I'm not particularly an alien, but to Earthly believes, yes I am." Aragon said.

"Son! Who's there with you?" a mechanical male voice said.

Aragon shoved his sleeve up, revealing a white watch.

But the watch didn't show a time, it showed a blue hologram from an older man.

"It's an Earthling, she has been abused by her relatives, so mom decided to take her." Aragon replied.

"Alright, look to the above." the man said and the hologram disappeared.

A dark shadow blocked the sun, and Hope looked up, seeing an enormous space ship hanging above them. A greenish yellow light shined on both her and Aragon, and Hope felt herself leaping of the ground towards the source of light. She went faster and faster, and before she knew, she had both her feet standing on an iron trapdoor.

"Welcome abroad the Fair!" Aragon said. "My parents' personal yacht."

Hope looked around, finding some elegant furniture and carpets.

A door on her right opened, revealing the man from the hologram.

"Dad, meet Hope, your new daughter." Aragon said.

The man kindly smiled, his crystal clear blue eyes showing wisdom and straight, his attitude demanded respect and showed authority, his posture showing signs of immunity to beatings. This man was certainly not one you should make angry unless you wanted to engage a fight and end up losing it. "Hello young one."

"Hello sir." Hope politely said.

The man laughed. "You don't have to call me sir, you're going to be my adoptive daughter after all. Just call me Luke or father." he said.

"Okay… dad." Hope said.

"Mom told me to set course for Diagon Alley, probably for Gringotts." Aragon told.

"You know the coordinates, put them in." Luke said.

"Yes dad!" Aragon said and went in the room where his father had come from, probably the cockpit of the yacht.

"Sit down." Luke said, gesturing to the seats.

"Thank you." Hope said, sitting down on the smallest chair she could find. Yet all chairs were big, all 4 chairs were huge armchairs and there was one large sofa, a glass table in the middle.

Luke sat down on the armchair next to her. "Tell me, what did your relatives do to you?" he asked calmly.

Hope took a deep breath and sighed, looking to the floor. "It has been going on as long as I can remember…" she started.

Meanwhile, in Muggle London, Maryama 'Mary' Skywalker néé Organa walked straight into the street named Privet Drive, looking for #4. She was still invisible to the Muggles, so no one had seen her yet.

Mary looked through the window of #4, seeing a thin woman with the neck of a crane doing things a normal housewife did. Then she spotted a big whale-like man sitting on the couch, eating crisps, and a short whale-like boy eating sweets, with a large pile on the table before him.

'These dumb Muggles! How do they dare to treat a child like garbage while eating themselves full!' Mary yelled in her thoughts and stepped to the front door, making herself visible when she drawed her wand, whispering a soft alohomora and stepped into the hallway.

Just when she did that, the woman with the crane-like neck came in. And when the woman saw Mary, she shrieked high like a banshee.

"Petunia!" a low male voice said.

Mary assumed the low voice belonged to the woman's husband.

"Vernon, it's of her kind!" the woman with the crane-like neck, Petunia, called.

The big whale-like man, Vernon, came in, crumbs all over his chin and in his moustache. "Shoo! Don't you dare to enter our house! We don't want you freaks in here!" he yelled.

Mary felt rage boiling up in her, but she calmly, yet strictly, said: "Don't call me 'freak', or what else you called your niece. You don't know who you're talking to, so I'd better watch out if I were you."

"Who do you think you are!" Vernon yelled.

"I am Maryama Organa, former Crown Princess of Alderaan and Regent of the Core Worlds. I know exactly who I am, and you should know who your niece is." Mary said with the same calm, strict tone.

"You're royalty?" Petunia asked, here her eyes went wide.

"Indeed." Mary replied and looked at the whale-like man. "And you sir, you and your son should go on a diet. Cause if you go on longer like that, you won't see any grandchild you might get."

"A man cannot grow on vegetables!" Vernon disagreed.

"I'll show you proof." Mary said and took out the hologram of her husband she always carried with her and turned it on. "This man is my husband, he grew up only eating vegetables and drinking milk, look at how he turned out."

"He's… indeed very attractive." Petunia said, seeing the blue hologram of a very muscled young man only wearing pants.

"Petunia!" Vernon cried.

"Keep breakfast, lunch and dinner simple, stop buying him chocolate or soda, get him doing some sport and your son will turn into a strong and healthy boy. Cause when he has muscle, the girls will line up for him." Mary said and turned strict again. "About your niece, I'm adopting her as my daughter. She won't be returning her whatever her magical guardian may have decided when she was younger. And all physical and mental cracks will be your fault!" then she walked away, out of the door, vanishing again for the Muggle eye due Apparating.

"You're not believing that freak, are you?" Vernon hopefully asked.

"She was right Vernon." Petunia replied. "If we want a grandchild, Dudley should at least be skinnier than what he's now! I've seen all those skinnier boys having had at least one girlfriend, and Duddikins never had one…"

"I can't believe this!" Vernon yelled and started a fake cry.

Petunia just sighed and went into the kitchen, preparing something more healthy.

"…. and last time, when uncle Vernon beat me up, I ran to the park where Aragon found me. Your wife told us to go to the ship and set course for Diagon Alley, while she went to my aunt and uncle's home to do something she wouldn't tell me." Hope told. She was trembling at the moment from spitting up the bad memories.

"Your relatives didn't treat you like a child should be treated." Luke said and gave her a mug with some warm brown liquid.

"What is this?" Hope asked as she took the mug.

"It's hot cocoa, I'm quite addicted to it myself. But I know when Mary made it for me, she probably slipped some potion in it." Luke said, laughing afterwards.

"Why would she do that?" Hope asked.

"Well, I work quite a lot, so I don't get enough sleep and free time to spend with Mary and our children." Luke replied. "You can ask her later on."

"Dad! We're nearly there." Aragon called.

"Get your brother and sister from their rooms." Luke told.

Aragon ran by to the other side of the ship, coming back with a boy and a girl that appeared to be Hope's age.

The boy had white blonde hair and greyish crystal blue eyes, wearing the same black robes as Aragon, just a smaller size.

The girl had dark brown hair and dark moss green eyes, wearing a green ladylike dress with ruffles.

"Hope, meet my son Ben and my daughter Isabella. They're only 10 months older as you are." Luke told.

"Hello." Hope said.

"Hello Hope." Isabella said and smiled with the same grace as her mother. "I hope we can be great sisters one day."

"Hope, if any boy hits on you, me and Aragon will protect you." Ben told.

"Thank you… I guess." Hope nervously said.

"Hold onto each other, we're going down!" Luke said, taking both Aragon's and Hope's hand, forming a circle.

This time, an aqua blue light appeared above them and send them down through the open iron trapdoor.

Mary apparated in Diagon Alley, near Gringotts, the wizarding bank. She saw her family walking towards the bank.

Her husband Luke waved at her.

"What did you do with my aunt and uncle?" Hope asked, as they reached Mary.

"I just gave them a fierce warning." Mary said. "Nothing else."

"Let's go in." Luke said. "We need to know what Hope's inheritance is."

"Is that important?" Hope asked.

"To several long-lasting wizarding families it is, and it will be an indication for the Pure-blooded families of what you're worth once you get married." Mary replied.

"Pure-blooded families?" Hope asked.

"There are certain families whose family tree you can trace back a long time in all wizards. Any child with 4 magical grandparents is already counted a Pureblood, and a child from non-magical parents are called Muggleborns. Anything in between is called a Halfblood, which are kinda always the strongest witches and wizards." Mary replied as they walked into the bank.

"And what am I?" Hope asked.

"I don't really know, but we're about to find out." Mary replied.

They reached the wooden desk in the front. A very small old looking creature sat behind it and looked up.

"Ah! Mrs. Skywalker, what can I do for you?" the creature asked.

"Griphook, may your enemies die at the sight of your sword." Mary greeted the creature. "We're here for young Hope Potter, to check her inheritance before we legally adopt her as ours."

Griphook looked at Hope. "Of course, follow me." he said and came down from the seat. He barely reached the height of Hope's waist, and that said something!

They were lead to an office where they had to sit down.

Luke took both Isabella and Hope on his lap, cuddling them both, while Mary ruffled through Ben's hair, getting Aragon laughing at his little brother.

Griphook came back, with another one of his kind.

"Director Ragnarok, it has been a while." Mary said as she stood up.

"Where is young Ms. Potter?" Director Ragnarok asked.

"She's here." Luke replied.

"I rather want my daughter Isabella to go first, so Hope can watch how the ritual works." Mary said.

"As you wish, Lady Organa." Ragnarok said. "Miss Skywalker, come forward."

Isabella jumped from her father's lap and held her hand above the parchment on the oaken desk.

Griphook made a small cut in Isabella's index finger, dropping precisely 7 drops of blood on the parchment.

Isabelle's cut was covered with a soft white furry thing while the drops of blood disappeared in the parchment.

Then, bloody red letters started to appear, forming the words.

Full name:
Isabella Maryama Rowena Cilenté Skywalker-Palpatine-Slytherin

Short form:
Isabella Skywalker

Blood status:
Halfblood witch, Pureblood human

Mother:
Maryama Breha Rowena Padmé Skywalker-Palpatine-Slytherin néé Organa

Blood status:
Halfblood witch, Pureblood human

Father:
Luke Anakin Ruwee Skywalker-Palpatine-Slytherin

Blood status:
Halfblood wizard, Pureblood human

Heiress to:
Palpatine (via father's line)
Slytherin (via father's line)
Organa (via mother's line)
Ravenclaw (via mother's line)

Vaults:
Organa Vaults (in mother's possession)
Ravenclaw Vaults (in mother's possession)
Personal Vault

Under influence of:
Nothing

Powers:
Parseltongue (full capability)
Free Will (0% blocked)

"Congratulations, young Miss Skywalker, you're a very wealthy girl. I predict that many guys would want a girl with such healthy gold and extreme wealth." Ragnarok told, his old eyes glamming.

"Yeah, one day…" Luke murmered.

"Don't be so overprotective! You know you need to let her go!" Mary said.

"Ms. Potter, come forward." Ragnarok told.

Hope slowly put her feet on the ground, walked nervously to the creatures and gave them her trembling hand.

Griphook made a small cut in her index finger, dropping 7 drops of blood on a new parchment. The cut felt like it was on fire before it was treated.

In the same way as with Isabella, blood red letters formed the words.

Full name:
Hope Lilith Dorea Nathalie Potter

Short form:
Hope Potter

Blood status:
Pureblood witch, 60% Earth Nymph

Mother:
Lily Potter-Evans néé Cornwall

Blood status:
Pureblood witch, 70% Earth Nymph

Father:
James Charlus Potter

Blood status:
Pureblood wizard, Pureblood human

Heiress to:
Gryffindor (via father's line)
Peverell (via father's line)
Pendragon (via father's line)
Merlin (via mother's line)
Black (via godfather)

Vaults
Potter Vault (in possession of Molly Weasley)
Peverell Vaults (in possession of Albus Dumbledore)
Gryffindor Vaults (in possession of Albus Dumbledore)
Merlin Vault (in possession of Albus Dumbledore)
Black (in possession of Arcturus Black II)

Under influence of:
Loyalty potion (loyal to Albus Dumbledore)
Love potion (hold love for Ronald Weasley)
Draught of Rage (hate for Dark families, especially the Palpatine family)
Tracking device (in possession of Albus Dumbledore)

Powers:
Parseltongue (90% blocked)
Animagus form (100% blocked)
Free Will (90% blocked)
Nymph powers (100% blocked)

"That bastard!" Mary called out on a high un-ladylike tone. "He'll never get away with this! Stealing a child's free will is so… ugh!"

"Mary, calm down." Luke said, kneeling beside the chair his wife was sitting on. "Now we know this, we can just ask the goblins if they can remove the blocks."

"We're indeed able to remove the blocks, but because of her Nymph blood, she'll change a lot." Ragnarok said.

"I want my free will back!" Hope screamed, nearly crying.

"We will give it back, now, close your eyes." Ragnarok said.

Hope did what they told her.

"One…" she heard Ragnarok counting. "…two…"

Hope held her breath, freezing on the spot.

"…THREE!" Ragnarok counted.

Several streams struck her in her chest, and she felt like weight lifted off her chest. The hair on her head itched, but for the rest she felt very relieved.

"How do you feel?" Ragnarok asked.

Hope opened her eyes and smiled. "Relief."

It was the only word she spoke.

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