*Chapter 1*

1st of August 1980

[Private Hospital Room]

"AAAAAAAHHHHHhhhh! Damn you, James Potter, I'm going to fucking kill you when I recovAAAAHHHHhhh!" Lily screamed as she held onto her husband's hand as James tried not to faint at his wife's threats.

"Now, Lily-flower, you are almost there-AAhh!" James choked on his last word as another bone in his hand that was in his wife's death grip got broken.

"Shut it, Potter, you aren't-AAAAHHHHhhh!" Lily screamed as she felt another contraction.

[Waiting Room]

Sirius and Remus were sitting in a pair of chairs, wincing at the screams that would come out from the hospital room.

"Shouldn't we be in there?" Remus asked his best friend.

Sirius looked at Remus and the two winced at hearing another crack and yelp from their best friend James Potter and the curses from Lily Potter giving birth to their children.

"Do you want to trade places with him?" Sirius asked, gesturing his head to the closed door.

Remus shook his head as he winced as he heard another bone crack and another smothered yelp with his sensitive ears as the two waited.

Soon after, the screams stopped and there were two cries coming from inside the room, making the two men smile and a healer came out from the room wiping his hands on a blood-stained towel.

The healer smiled at the two men and said, "Would you two like to come inside?"

The two nodded and rushed towards the door and the two slowly walked towards the two happy parents, each of them holding a bundle, one wrapped in a pink blanket and the other wrapped in a blue blanket.

"Can we?" Sirius asked, still in awe at the little babies.

James gave their little daughter to Sirius and Lily let Remus hold onto their son as the two men held onto the small children with glee.

The boy had a red tuft of hair on top of his head, his face was red from crying as he settled into Remus' arms.

The girl had a black tuft of hair on top of her head, her face slightly pink from crying but she was looking up at Sirius as she rested inside her warm blanket.

Lily said, "Sirius, you are the godfather for Hera Elizabeth Potter and Remus, you are the godfather of James Godric Potter."

"We accept," The two proud men said as they stared at the little babies they were holding.

"Who's the oldest?" Remus asked, cooing at the sleeping form of baby James

"Hera is the oldest, only by three minutes," James replied

"I see, well, little pup, I will love you for all time and I swear to protect you and cherish you," Sirius said, nuzzling the cute baby girl

Hera looked up with her bright green eyes and let out a baby gurgle that made Sirius fight to hold back tears as he felt his heart melt in his chest.

Remus whispered words of comfort and swore to protect little James as he rocked him back and forth as the little boy slept.

Hera Elizabeth Potter - July 31st; Time: 11:59 pm

James (Jamie) Godric Potter - August 1st; Time: 12:02 am

The group just basked in silence and joy of having two little babies to raise and four adults had two new reasons to fight and end the war against the Dark Lord Voldemort. The group relaxed in a moment of spare peace as they were unaware that they were being watched by a pair of sad, beady eyes.

For the next 15 months, the war has been taking a toll on the Light side.

The Longbottom family was made into a target of the Dark Lord and both Alice and Frank were driven to insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange along with her husband and brother-in-law. After they finished off the two parents they were just about to kill their son, which they do first but Alice took the curses to protect her son. They were just about to finish off the heir of the Longbottom line until aurors burst into the scene at the last second and managed to apprehend them, but not without several casualties. The Lestrange family was given a life sentence in Azkaban with no chance of getting released.

The Bones family was another target of the Death Eaters as they were killed trying to protect their daughter and the niece of Amelia Bones who was the first on the scene and managed to get her niece out of their unscathed. However, her husband was taken out by an unnamed Death eater, who Amelia swore on her magic to find and slaughter him like an animal.

James and Lily were getting extremely paranoid and for good reason too as the Dark Lord was getting exceedingly close to home as they saw the results of their friends and their destroyed families and they wanted the war to finally be over. Soon, it appeared to be Halloween, a muggle holiday that James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily enjoyed with vigor. It saddened them that they couldn't have their children out on such a day, but what surprised them was the day was strangely quiet.

31st of October 1981

[Godric's Hallow]

James was resting on the couch as he eyed his two children, Hera and James (Jamie) Potter playing together with his wife, Lily. He found out with the war, that he savored rare peaceful moments with no bastard Dark Lord here to fuck up everyone's day.

However...that wasn't meant to be.

There was a harsh pounding on the door and James stood up as he looked at the pounding door, "Lily, get Jamie and Hera out of here, I'll hold him off!" He said, tightening his grip on his wand

"But, James!" Lily said, cradling her two babies to her chest

"Just go, please!" James said, taking in one last look of his wife before preparing himself to make as much time as possible for his wife to escape as she said, that she loved him, before rushing upstairs.

"I love you too, Lily," James whispered back to her before the door exploded as James now faced the darkest Lord of the century, Lord Voldemort.

The pale, snake-like figure slowly walked into Godric's Hallow and lifted his wand as James readied himself, praying that his wife got out with their two children.

Lily was upstairs and preparing to get the portkey that was placed between the storybooks that James read the children before they went to sleep, but a stunning spell came from behind her and she fell limply on the floor, her portkey, falling underneath her babies' shared crib.

Voldemort made his way into the room and saw his servant, Wormtail, placing his wand at his side as he thought, 'I'm sorry, Lily. But I will not have you or James give up your lives for two babies. You could always have more children and when you find out what I did you will realize it was the right thing.'

"Wormtail..." Voldemort hissed, causing the rat-like man to shudder

"There are here, my Lord," He said, gesturing to the crib, ignoring how Hera was staring at him, unblinkingly as if he was scum.

"Leave us!" Voldemort roared, causing the rat to flee the room and apparate away.

"Pathetic rat," Voldemort said, as he heard Jamie starting to cry, but before he could strike down the child, he saw Hera hugging her little brother, calming him down as the youngest Potter fell asleep in her lap as she patted him on the head.

"You..." The Dark Lord said, softly as the one-year-old girl stared at him

No movement, no crying, no screaming, nothing, she was just staring at him with those vibrant green eyes of hers looked at him like he could see through him.

"You are the one the prophecy stated that could defeat me... It is a bloody shame that you born a year ago, just to die. You would have been one of my greatest Death Eaters under my command. I could easily take you with me, but you would have the chance to grow and could revolt against me. So, Avada Kedavra!"

He fired the most hideous of unforgivable curses, the killing curse at the one-year-old girl and it hit her forehead, but instead of her instantly dying, the curse rebounded back at the startled Dark Lord who said, "How can this be?" Before his body disintegrated into a pile of ashes in an explosion from the magical force.

The roof caved in, but Hera accidently vanished the entire roof causing the little baby girl to fall asleep, however, one of the broken planks of wood scratched the letters, 'LV' into Jamie's cheek causing him to cry. Hera subconsciously pulled him into her arms, making him stop crying as he fell into a sleep in the arms of his older sister.

A few feet away, a tall man with a long white beard wearing a royal purple robe with sparkling pineapples and bananas and pointed shoes apparated onto the scene and found the missing roof on Godric's Hallow right next to him and went inside. He saw James Potter, unconscious but still alive which caused him to frown as he and he made his way upstairs.

Lily Potter was unconscious in front of the babies' crib and he tossed her away from his objective. 'Hopefully, she'd break her neck on the way down...' Albus thought

But the groan of pain that came after signaled that she was still alive, much to his slight disappointment.

Albus Dumbledore, the leader of light was very upset at this flaw in his plans. The two Potters were supposed to be dead, but they are alive and unconscious. He did ponder the thought of killing them but decided against it as he walked forward to look into the crib and nearly wanted to spit in disgust.

He saw the two Potter children hugging each other, but he pushed back his disgust as he saw the girl had the slightly bleeding curse mark on her forehead and the boy at the scar, 'LV' on his cheek.

"So the girl is the child of prophecy..." Albus said, softly as he ruffled through his many pockets.

"Not anymore," He said, glaring at the sleeping form of baby Hera, pulling out a ceremonial carving knife as he ripped off both of the babies' onesies and flipped them on their backs and Albus spelled the babies into a deep sleep so they wouldn't interrupt his work as he carved the rune for 'drain' into Hera's back and he carved the rune for 'absorb' into Jamie's back.

The magical twin bond that they shared would now turn parasitic with Jamie receiving most of the benefits and Hera would be drained of all her magic until she was nothing but a squib.

He could easily take her to raise, but that would take too long and he didn't want to take any chances with the oldest Potter child because of her mother, Lily. Lily Evans nee Potter was a wildcard even after being dosed with potions and spelled to his way of thinking along with James Potter.

Albus smirked as he thought of his glorious plan and how nobody would get in his way. He was unaware that all the deities above were watching his manipulation and they were livid at his audacity.

"We need to stop him, he has gone too far," Merlin growled, his magic swirling around him

"Merlin, while I share your thoughts and disgust at Albus, we are not allowed to interfere, no matter how much I would love to strike down Albus...those ten years in the Underworld would be well worth it," Lady Magic growled

"Oh please, your sister would make your stay down there, nothing but pleasure. She has been waiting impatiently for Albus to die for years now," The visage of Death replied, pouring himself a drink.

"So what can we do? He can't be allowed to do this!" Merlin asked

"We need to have our own soldier to take him out," Lady Magic said

"But, who?" Merlin asked

"The only person who can," Death said staring at Hera

"No, no way, not her," Lady Magic said, growling at the visage of Death

"Why her? Won't she go through enough?" Merlin said, looking at the little girl holding onto her little brother.

"She is the only one with the power to finish off Albus. I don't like this any more than either of you do, but can either of you come up with any other person on the planet that could finish off that bastard?" Death growled

Lady Magic and Merlin were silent as they stared at the sleeping baby girl and Merlin said, "What should we do?"

"We can only watch over her from above and make sure she stays alive," Death said, as the three deities stared at the image of Hera snoozing.

A few feet away from them, another deity was watching the little girl, Hera Potter and it was Density and she was looking at three orbs. The middle one was showing Hera in the present, the left one showed an older Hera Potter cackling as she and one of her lovers were watching her massive forces take over another country and force it under her heel. The right one showed Hera with her parents, her brother and younger sister, her husband, and four children smiling and laughing.

"So, the eldest Potter could cause the world to fall or to rise. Hopefully, you take after your ancestors, little Hera and may peace be with you for your upcoming years," She whispered before vanishing with a swirl of her cloak.

Several months later...

Albus arrived on Pivet Drive at the dead of night carrying a wicker basket as he made his way towards his destination as he thought of how he was able to convince the Potters to give up their daughter.

[Flashback]

"Albus, what do you mean we need to give up Hera?" Lily asked as she placed the stuffed dog toy next to Hera who played catch with it with her brother.

"Exactly what I mean, tell me, have any you have seen any magical input from Hera?"

"Well no, but she is just a child, maybe she just needs to recover from V-Voldemort's attack on them," James said

"James didn't ever a occur to you that Voldemort cursed Hera from beyond the grave just to spite you by taking her magic."

"What?!" James exclaimed as he felt as if his heart was going to explode

"No...That's not possible, it can't be?" Lily said, starting to cry

"I'm sorry Lily, James, but I haven't seen any magical output from Hera since the attack."

"What should we do, Albus?" James said, hugging his wife

"Just leave it to me, I will have a friend watch over her for you, but you have to keep her existence a secret because if it came out that the oldest Potter child is a squib they would use her to get to Jamie."

"What if she is not a squib and just a late bloomer?" James asked

Dumbledore easily explained, "Then I will immediately return her to you."

"But Sirius and Remus would want to know what happened to their little goddaughter and niece?" Lily said, started to break down and cry

"Leave that to me, Lily dear," Albus smiled before he pulled out his wand and everything went black from there.

[Present]

He finally arrived at Pivet Drive #4, where Lily's adopted sister was there with her whale of a husband and he smirked, knowing the girl would be downtrodden and pliable by the time he would get his hands on her when she was eleven and she would be more than willing do anything and everything he asked.

He smirked at the oldest Potter child and said, "I will be seeing you in ten years, just try not to get yourself killed before I am able to do it."

However, what shocked him was that Hera was actually glaring at him and he just left the baby on the step of the Dursley Home, unaware that those green eyes would haunt him for the next decade.

Back at the Potter home, James and Lily were convinced by Albus to tell Sirius and Remus that Hera died in an accident, causing the two men to burst into tears, something that didn't happen and their son cried as well, wanting to know where his sister was.

This depression stayed with the two men for years as they felt horrible as if their pup/cub was still out there waiting for them to pick her up, but they shoved that feeling away, knowing their best friends wouldn't lie to them.

But, why did they feel like they were lower than scum every time they forced that feeling of protectiveness for Hera away.

She was dead, she even had her grave and everything, but James and Lily knew the truth was that their daughter was alive and was under Albus' care and they would see her, but Albus would refuse every time but they would drop off letters and money for her to use. Unaware that Albus was cackling and would get great pleasure in burning the letters in his fireplace as his phoenix, Fawkes sadly sang whenever the immortal bird was alone in the office.

Hera was taken into the Dursley home, reluctantly by the Dursley parents, but they hated her from the start, any little mistake they would belittle and curse her.

The two tried many times to get rid of her during the first year, leaving her on someone's doorstep, leaving her at the hospital, leaving her on the orphanage's steps across town several times, but she would always come back an hour later with a letter saying, "You need to take care of your family."

Then they started to leave her at different places, in front of bars, placed behind dumpsters or even out in the snow, hoping that the cold would kill the little freak of nature until she returned after the last time they dumped into an empty dumpster where there was a large check for her to stay.

And that was when the Dursleys finally kept the eldest Potter child, but they made sure that she knew that they hated her and were not afraid to show it whether with cursings and beatings from when she got older.

She was given her other cousin's cast offs, swallowing her whole as she was boney for a girl, but no matter how many times Petunia beat her, she would heal and she saw her mother's face in Hera's.

Her looks, her eyes, and her shaggy black hair, no matter how many times the horse-faced woman cut her hair, it would grow back the next day.

Hera would wonder when if she would ever leave this hell that she, unfortunately, called her home.

1st of June 1991

[Pivet Drive #4]

Hera Elizabeth Potter was cleaning out Petunia's garden shed, being extra careful not to cut herself on any sharp edges of the materials she was cleaning, but before she could start on the garden she heard Aunt Petunia's piercing voice call out to her, "Brat, get inside now!"

Hera sighed and made her way in front of the backdoor, she knew better than to try to enter without either Vernon or Petunia opening the door for her and laying out newspapers for her to step on.

She was at first insulted, but then found a bit of vindictive pleasure at getting back at them with just little things, although they would blame her for things that their baby whale of a son did, but she was mostly out of the way so they just punished her in their usual way.

Hera stood on the mat and Vernon sneered at her when he opened the door and she slowly walked towards Petunia, her thin arms crossed over her body chest as she glared at Hera.

The girl who looked so much like her adopted younger sibling and she even had her will as well, she wouldn't break no matter how many times Vernon and herself tore her apart, she stood managed to pick herself up and move forward.

Petunia refused the will to spit but turned her nose at the young ten-year-old girl in disgust.

"Girl, you are to finish cleaning the house like usual and do everything in a timely manner, if one thing is out of place, there will be hell to pay, understand?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Hera said

"Girl, we will be out all day spending time with Dudley and if he finds one thing missing, any toys or money, you will spend the rest of this week and next week in your cupboard, understand?" He growled

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Hera said

The Dursleys sneered at her form as she looked at the floor and waited until they left and the car pulled out of the driveway and when she was sure they were finally gone, she groaned, stretching out the kinks in her back and cracking her neck.

Hera picked up the newspapers she was standing on as she sighed at the Dursleys and their hatred of her, she never understood what caused them to hate her, but she was not going to question them. They were just ignorant and lost in hate and she was not willing to join them in their misguided hate to make them right in their justification.

She placed the newspapers in her cupboard and made to clean the entire house and finished in record time as she dusted her hands on the baggy pants that used to belong to her cousin as she went to the bathroom.

The ten-year-old went to wash her face in the sink brushed her wet fingers through her ragged black hair. She took note of her appearance in the mirror, her black hair fell down to her waist, it was wild and untameable by any comb as they broke whenever they had to untangle the third or so knot in her messy locks. Her skin was fair but looked slightly sickly from not being fed well. She had less baby fat than the usual children her age and how Dudley's checkered button-up shirt with his baggy pants as she wiggled her toes in her old and tattered taped up shoes.

The last thing that Hera had to do before she could eat was that she had to get the mail and place them in order, but as she grabbed the letters and ruffled through them, she saw two letters addressed to her.

*Hogwarts send their letters on June 1st in this story*

She felt something really off with one of the letters and she placed them on the table and read the first one that caught her attention first.

Ms. Hera Elizabeth Potter,

The Cupboard Under the Stairs

4th House, Pivet Drive

England, Britain

United Kingdom

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find inside the letter the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on the 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

'What the hell?' Hera thought as she read the introduction letter for Hogwarts and summed up her thoughts in two seconds, "What a stupid name...who the hell wanted to go to a place named after Hogwarts? It sounds really gross for a school name..."

She tossed the Hogwarts' letter into the rubbish bin as she picked up the second letter, opened it and it read,

Mrs. Hera Elizabeth Potter,

4th House on Pivet Drive

England, Britain

United Kingdom

Dear Ms. Potter,

I am pleasured to announce that you have been accepted to Acadia Academy for Witches. You may not have heard of our academy because this Academy is stationed in the United States, but is hidden to keep undesirables from entering the campus. You may ask yourself is this real? Yes, this letter is real and so is magic. You are a witch and that is the reason you are reading this letter. Inside this envelope are the courses that you are required to take, the explanations of each course, what it entails, and the books that are needed for that course. If you are in need of any explanation or any assistance please write on the back of this letter detailing what you need help with and a teacher from our academy will contact you.

The term beings September 1st and we shall await your response until July the 31st.

Headmistress Aura Vandran

"Now, that's a letter," Hera said, re-reading the introduction letter and pinching herself to make sure she was not dreaming.

She didn't think she would ever get such an open invitation to escape the Dursleys and decided to take it.

She flipped the letter over and she wrote, 'I accept your proposal, however, I ask for your help, because my relatives hate magic and do not like me. Along with the fact that they would not let me go if it had anything to do with magic, can you have someone help me?'

She stared at the letter and frowned thinking that it was a prank and was about to crumble it up until much to her shock it erased her message and words appeared as if someone was writing the sentence as of this moment.

'We will have a teacher come to your address immediately.'

'What?' Hera thought

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door.

'That was quick...' She thought as she got up from the chair she was sitting on and went towards the door.

"Who is it?" She asked

"Ms. Potter? Are you able to open the door?" A male voice said

"Yes," Hera replied and she opened the door and saw a tall man staring down at Hera.

He stood around 6'3", his black hair was styled to frame his face and the rest was pulled into a loose ponytail, navy blue eyes, fair skin, sharp nose, thin lips and he was wearing a white pressed button-up shirt and black slacks and loafers.

He kneeled down to see her eyes and said, "Would you be Hera Potter?"