Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Gargoyles belong to their respective owners, which are not me. I am not making any profit off this story.
Author's note: This story comes from an idea created from reading Son Ranma's "Son of the Demon" (a Ranma/Gargoyles fic) as well as a discussion of what if Demona had raised Harry on the Caer Azkaban yahoo group. The idea was what if Demona was actually Harry's mother Lily Evans Potter. This chapter will cover how that happened but for the most part how Demona came to fall in love with James and grow to not hate humanity will mostly take place in flashbacks. This is my first fanfic so please give me feedback.
Prologue
Manhattan (1996)
The wind howled between the buildings and thunder sounded in the distance as the people of Manhattan rushed through the streets trying to get out of the storm. Lightning flashed illuminating a figure watching atop a tall skyscraper.
"Pitiful humans," she sneered as she watched them scurry like mice trapped in a maze. She fingered the laser rifle she held in her clawed hands, her unfurled wings keeping the worst of the rain off of her. "Tonight I will finally be rid of you worthless vermin, and my kind will have our rightful place in this world. My daughter will finally be safe from this human menace that threatens our existence with your wars and your petty hatred and need for violence."
She frowned and growled out, "I especially can't wait until the vermin known as Elisa Maza is destroyed. She has taken the most from me. She took Goliath from me, turned my clan against me, and is now trying to take my daughter. Tonight I shall destroy her and her worthless race." She turned and reached a blue, clawed hand towards a carefully wrapped bundle when a voice froze her in her tracks.
"I am afraid I cannot allow that Demona." A beautiful woman with light green skin and long hair appeared and walked casually towards the gargoyle known as Demona.
"Who are you to allow me to do anything?" Demona growled while pointing the laser rifle towards the new arrival.
"I am Titania," the newcomer stated, causing Demona to pale as she remembered the incident with the mirror and Puck which caused her to painfully become human each day rather than undergo the stone sleep the rest of her kind faces at sunrise. "And no I am not here about that little incident with my mirror. As for your other question, I have been watching you for a while and I cannot allow you to go through with your plan. The chances are too great that you would cause harm to befall my grandson. If you don't let go of this hatred for humans, especially Elisa Maza, then you weaken Clan Manhattan, which endangers my grandson. That I can not allow."
"What do you plan to do about it?" Demona asked. "I will not allow humans to live while breath is in my body."
Titania smiled lightly. "Yes my dear I had figured that," she started. "I can simply break your bond with MacBeth thereby allowing you to finally die. But that would have dire consequences as well. Your daughter, Angela, would be upset and probably not protect as well. No I have a better way for you to let go of this hate for humans. And it only requires this special artifact." She pulled the Phoenix Gate from behind her back and her smile got a little bigger. "You will experience life as a normal human. And you will not remember any of this. I will eventually return you to this time but not until I feel it is time."
"Never!" growled Demona as her eyes flashed red and she began to pull the trigger, "I will never live as a human."
With a wave a hand Titania froze the charging gargoyle in her tracks. "Now then lets get started shall we." With another hand wave, Demona painfully reverted to her human form. "Also, as you are going to live as a human, I feel it necessary to give you the full human background." And with that Demona began to shrink and de-age until she reached the age of 9. "That should do it. Now your gargoyle form is still there just locked away where you can't access it. As your magic is a part of you, you will still have access to it, you just won't remember how to use it. Yet." With another gesture and a few muttered words, the now human child version of Demona was stripped of her memories and sent to the past in a flash of fire and light. The rooftop was now empty and silent.
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(flash)
London (1969)
A little girl with red hair and bright green eyes sat alone in a corner in the orphanage. The police had brought her here after she had been found wandering downtown London with no memory of who she was. They had been unable to find any information on her in the month that she had been here. The adults in charge had taken to calling her Lily since she did not know her own name. She sneered as the other children tried to get her to play with them. She knew that she was better than them somehow and would not get involved with them. She ignored them as best as she could, which led to them teasing her and calling her a snob.
She looked up as Mrs. Westfield, one of the people who ran the orphanage came in with a prospective couple. "Children, this is Mr. and Mrs. Evans. They are here to get to know you and maybe provide one of you with a home."
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Little Whinging(July of 1971)
Mr. and Mrs. Evans were suprised to learn that their adopted daughter was a witch but it explained so many of the odd things that had happened around them since they adopted her. They were very happy to finally have an explanation for the weird occurrences and thought that maybe this also might explain her memory loss and where she had come from. However, the letter only confirmed to Petunia, their other daughter, that Lily was a freak.
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Hogwarts (September 1971)
"EVANS, LILY"
'Hmm, what do we have here. Intelligence, yes, and cunning. What's this, a block, seems to be fae in origin. Who are you to warrant the attention of Oberon's children, I wonder.'
"What are you talking about?" demanded Lily.
'You'll find out in time.' The hat laughed. 'Now let's see, loyalty to your kind, a thirst to prove yourself and your kind, and what's this, a fierce need to protect those close to you. You would do well in Slytherin but I feel you would best be served in
"GRYFFINDOR!"
And with that Lily went off to her new house, puzzling over the hat's words which were soon forgotten in the night's festivities and excitement.
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Hogwarts (First year flying lessons)
Lily Evans found flying a broom to be odd but the feeling of soaring through the air just felt so right. She was a natural on the broom but she felt like something was missing, like there was something wrong with the method of flight.
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Hogwarts (Anytime before 6th year)
"No. I will never go out with you James Potter!" The angry red head sneered before leaving the black haired wizard behind.
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Hogwarts (Sometime in 7th year)
"I love you Lily Evans"
"I love you too James"
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(flash)
St. Mungos (July 31, 1980)
"You are a dead man, James Potter!" screamed Lily Potter as she lay in the maternity ward and pushed. She was in labor with their first child. "You are never touching me again!" She was screaming profanities and curses at her husband, who would later swear that her eyes had flashed red as she gave birth to their son, Harry James Potter, who looked just like his father but with his mother's green eyes.
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Godric's Hollow (October 31, 1981)
"It's him! Take Harry and run. I'll hold him off." Lily kissed the man she had grown to love, and ran to her son's nursery somehow knowing she would never see her husband again.
She grabbed her son from his crib and muttered a few words over him, not even sure what she was saying, only that it was something she vaguely remembered from a dream.
Then HE was there. She shielded her son with her own body as she pleaded for his life.
"Please not Harry. Not Harry. Take me instead, please."
"Stand aside, you foolish girl, stand aside now."
"Please have mercy, not Harry, take me instead."
"Foolish girl, AVADA KEDAVRA!"
As the green light neared her she could only pray for her son's life and safety, then suddenly she was elsewhere, her eyes snapped open wide and she remembered.