I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Marvel

So this story is really an evolution of Living On Hope. Of all my one-shots, Living On Hope is perhaps my favorite...it's also one of those one-shot's that I've wanted to expand upon, but it's been harder than I had hoped. This story, is an attempt to expand upon that. That said, it's not exactly in the same universe as Living On Hope. This is mostly due to my desire to make Victoria...a bit more similar to Comic Book Victor.

This is not an easy transition to make, nor is it flawless. Harry Potter History is not a match for Doctor Dooms at all, add in the fact I'm turning Harry into FemHarry, and having her become Doctor Doom...it's a bit of a task. For this reason, I've had to alter, change, and in some cases completely leave out some aspects of the Comic Von Doom's history, along with the history of Harry. This is done intentionally, please don't flame for it.

What I've decided to do, is to divide Doom's life, in this universe, into separate books, within a story. I will not necessarily begin one book immediately after the next. This stems, in part, from my planning...and having only figured out, for sure, what I want to do with the first part of my story.

This first part, The Birth of Doom, is fully planned out. It won't be very long, only a few chapters, and is essentially a series of interconnected one-shots that lead up to Ivy Potter becoming Victor Von Doom. My hope for this part of the story is to provide a...more complete backstory as to how Ms. Potter becomes Doctor Doom than I did in Living On Hope. To explain why she washes her hands of her family name and magical Britain and to offer more valid reasons for taking over Latveria, and disliking the Fantastic Four, Reed especially. This section is really the prologue to what I want as the main story.

I hope you enjoy it.

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CHAPTER 1

Nobility...Royalty...

The fact that she was these things was a foreign thought to Ivy Potter. But as she sat alone in the Black Family Library, reading her mother's journal, the fifteen year old drew comfort from these ideas, even if there was the possibility they were false.

Though to be fair, Ivy didn't really have anyone she could ask about the validity of her mother's writing.

From hat her mother had written, her 'parents', the Evans, had been Romani gypsy's in the nation of Latveria. They had also been loyal to the crown of that nation. And when the nobility of the nation, led by one of the Barons, rose up against them, they had helped smuggle the newborn princess out of the country. They passed the girl off as their own, calling her Lily rather than Cynthia. And after arriving in England they raised the princess as their own, alongside their own daughter Petunia.

And the evening before Lily left to attend her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they had told her the truth of her origins.

It had certainly explained the deference's in her Aunt Petunia and the picture's Ivy had seen of her mother. Though considering the picture of her adoptive parent's in Lily's journal, Petunia must have inherited a lot of recessive genes. Between her blonde hair, pale skin, and horse neck, Petunia didn't really have any resemblance to her own parents. Well, that wasn't entirely true, she just inherited too much from her father. And what looked good on a man, wasn't necessarily that great on a woman.

Ivy idly wondered if that was something that contributed to her aunt's bitterness.

Then again, the young witch was also more than a bit biased in her opinion on her aunt's appearance. It's hard to find any attractive quality's in a person that stuffed you into a cupboard for ten years.

The reason Ivy was drawing comfort from these ideas was that, over the past year, her life had gone to hell.

It started when she had been forcibly entered as the fourth champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Ostracized by most of the school, who believed she had cheated and entered her own name into the tournament, stealing glory from the rightful champion and sullying the name of their school, Ivy had at least thought her friends would stick by her. And while Hermione Granger had for a few months, Ron Weasley hadn't. He'd believed she not only cheated, but purposely didn't tell him how she entered, so that he couldn't also enter and steal the spotlight.

With only Hermione, it had been a hard few weeks before the first task of the tournament. But she had persevered, and not only had she survived the ordeal, she'd actually done a pretty good job, earning enough points that she ended up tied for first place. Ron had even apologized. And while their friendship hadn't been as solid as before, it was nice to have her friend back. The school had even stopped ostracizing her so much.

But...then things went really bad.

Ivy had begun to realize that she felt no attraction to men, preferring to instead ogle and fantasize about her female classmates. When the Yule Ball had been announced, along with the fact she'd need to find a partner to open it, she had been...well, not too pleased. Hermione had noticed. And after confronting her about it, Ivy had disclosed her secret to her friend.

That had been a mistake.

It turned out that, not only was Hermione homophobic, but she had no problem sharing what she saw as Ivy's perversion with others.

And apparently magical Britain looked down on homosexuality. The only plus side was that Ivy had ended up with a private room, though this was done reluctantly and only because her roommates informed Professor McGonagall that they were uncomfortable sharing a room with a pervert. She had been cursed at in the hallways, been the subject of scorn and slurs, and even had to defend herself from a couple rape attempts (luckily foiled due to her own physical fitness and ability). No one was punished by the teachers. And the Daily Prophet, Magical Britain's premiere newspaper, had crucified her, and let the whole nation know of her perversion.

The hate mail was not only truly horrible, but also often booby-trapped.

The rest of the year had been terrible, even without the tournament tasks. Even there, things had gotten worse.

The only friend she ended up having was her fellow female competitor, Fleur Delecour, from Beaubaxtons academy. It seemed that while Homosexuality was still looked down on in France, it wasn't seen with the same disdain as in Britain, plus, as a veela (she'd explained that there was no such thing as a part-veela, Fleur was, herself, much more open sexually herself). The blonde had fooled around a bit with Ivy, but it had never gone past heavy petting, and never been in public. She was Ivy's first kiss, and first crush. But both knew their relationship would go nowhere.

Not only was there the fact they lived in two different nations, but Fleur, while she did hold some bi-sexual tendencies, favored men.

Still Ivy had learned a lot from Fleur. And the blonde had truly been the only bright spot in her otherwise dismal life.

But at the end of the third task, things went truly to shit. Voldemort, the man who murdered her parents, had kidnapped her from the task to aid in a ritual to restore his body. When she escaped, and tried to warn everyone he was back, her defense professor had then tried to kill her. She had been rescued by Dumbledore, who seemed to believe her words, but the Ministry of Magic hadn't. And when she returned home, she found her name, along with Dumbledore's, being dragged through the mud in the Daily Prophet (though hers had been dragged more).

As if her treatment at the Dursley household wasn't bad enough, she had been forced to defend herself and her cousin from Dementors, soul sucking monsters that made you relive your worst nightmares. Only she was then charged for breaking the law when she saved their lives.

She'd then been picked up by The Order of the Phoenix, and brought to her Godfather's ancestral home, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, which the Order was using as their Headquarters. Aside from her Godfather, Sirius Black, everyone treated her with disdain, some even lecturing her on her perversion.

Sirius had gotten into a huge fight with Remus Lupin about it, before then comforting the crying Ivy who had hoped that her father's friend would at least treat her normally.

The trial had been a clear attempt to railroad her, but for some reason Dumbledore had stepped in and saved her ass.

All in all, it had been a horrible time for the girl. In an effort to cheer her up, Sirius had, after managing to find the thing, given Ivy her mother's journal, as well as unrestricted access to the Black Library.

And hadn't that started a few fights...though Sirius had stuck to his convictions which kept Ivy from being banned from the room like everyone else in the house. Considering that growing up with the Dursley's, the local library had been her sanctuary, it was nice to be able to retreat into the room where only Sirius, and his house elf Kreacher, could disturb her. And while she had browsed a few books before Sirius found her mother's journal, she also had the non-magic textbooks she had gotten at a resale shop near the Dursleys.

They were all in good condition, and college level. While she liked magic, she was also interested in the non-magical sciences. The possibilities with the use of both was just...fascinating.

But her mother's journal was something else entirely. For the young witch, whose only memories of her parents where her mother's pleas for Voldemort to spare Ivy's life, the journal allowed her to get to know her mother, along with her father in a manner.

To be honest, at this point in the journal, Ivy was beginning to wonder about a lot of things. The biggest was how her parents had gotten together. At this point in the journal her mother had nothing nice to say about James Potter beyond his talent in transfiguration. What was more astounding to the witch however, was that her mother was apparently friends with Professor Snape, and if that was the case she couldn't understand why Snape treated her the way he did.

Well that wasn't entirely true. Her mother had given her plenty of examples of her father and his friends pranks on the young Snape. But as her mother's friend, she'd imagine he could have some sympathy for her.

Leaning back in her chair, Ivy continued reading...

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"You've been hitting the books pretty hard pup," Sirius commented. "Anything you want to share?"

Looking at his goddaughter, Sirius was pleased to see the girl determined to do something, even if he had no idea what it was. The girl had a hard year. And while he wasn't exactly comfortable with her attraction to other girls himself, he loved her like she were his own daughter.

He had ever since James first handed her to him and asked the dog animagus to be her godfather.

Ivy hadn't been an hour old and she'd had Sirius Black wrapped around her finger. And he wasn't ashamed to admit that he still was.

Besides, as long as she was attracted to other women, he didn't have to worry about the girl telling him she'd accidentally gotten knocked up.

He and Moony still weren't talking, as Remus didn't share Sirius' view on the matter. And Sirius was pissed that the werewolf was, once again, failing Ivy.

Oh that wasn't to say he hadn't failed the girl. He'd lost his temper, and both he and Ivy had paid for it when Wormtail framed him for the rat's crimes. But at least Sirius was trying. Remus wasn't even doing that.

He'd hoped that Lily's journal, once he'd found the thing, would cheer the girl up. And for a few days, it had.

It was a pity James never kept one himself. Sirius was sure Ivy would love to have something like that from her father as well.

But his goddaughter had since finished the journal. Since then, she'd been tearing through the Black Family Library, and filling up a muggle paper book with notes. At first, the wizard had thought she was just doing some of her summer homework, but when her efforts hadn't died down after a couple of days, he got curious.

The answer Ivy gave him chilled him to the bone.

"What do you know about deals with demons?" Ivy asked, turning to look at him.

"That they are very bad ideas," Sirius said seriously, no pun intended. "Please tell me you haven't done something that stupid."

Ivy sighed. "No..." She flipped open Lily's journal, toward one of the last pages of the magically expanded book. Turning it towards Sirius, she slid it across the table she was using as a desk towards him. "But Mom did."

Sirius picked up the book, reading the entry. He was sure he visibly paled as he read how Lily had made a deal with a demon called Mephisto...A deal that would protect Ivy from Voldemort, in exchange for Lily's soul should the attack occur.

"You stupid idiot," he muttered as he set the book down.

One of his only consolations these days, what with his fugitive status and inability to do much to help Ivy because of it, was that, wherever they were, James and Lily were still together. But this...Lily had sacrificed her own soul for her daughter, sacrificed whatever paradise she deserved to be in with James for the girl. And while Sirius was sure James would have agreed with the redhead's decision, it still hurt the wizard to think about it.

He looked up at his goddaughter. With her green eyes, and build, she looked a lot like Lily. Her skin was a bit darker than he remembered Lily's being, and her black hair was pure James, but he couldn't help but compare her more to her mother than her father, appearance wise at least.

Sirius knew she was up to something. And she had already proven that she had James stubbornness many times over. Once she put her mind to something, nothing would deter her.

Prongs had been the same way.

"What are you trying to do?" he asked.

"I don't know," Ivy admitted. Looking down at the books on the table, she began to explain, "I don't have enough information yet. Demon's aren't exactly a well known subject. Most of what I've found mentions deals and pacts with them. I've seen numerous warnings about dealing with them; a few prices they're known to demand in their deals; their tendency to find loopholes in deals; and the fact they will usually stick only to the letter of the deals they make. But knowledge of demons themselves, or what happens to any souls they take in payment, has thus far eluded me."

Sirius sighed. Leaning down, the wizard rested both of his hands on the table. He looked his goddaughter straight in the eye. "Are you sure you want to know what happens to those souls?" Before Ivy could answer him, he continued. "Demons are...well, they make Voldemort seem like a baby throwing a hissy fit. If you find out what happens to those souls they take, what are you going to do if it is truly horrifying? What can you do?"

The young witch looked away and was silent as she contemplated his words. Finally, after several moments, she looked back into his own eyes. "I won't know what I can do until I find out Sirius."

Taking a deep breath, Sirius closed his eyes in resignation. "Then I'll do what I can to help you," he assured her.

The smile she gave him made Sirius feel a little bit better...but not by much.

Demons were absolutely terrifying after-all.

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That's it. Hope you enjoyed.

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