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Ivy James Potter. 14 year old 'Girl who lived'. Awoke with a start from her fitful sleep, by the sound of bird song echoing through the forest. High above in the trees, where she'd commandeered one tree. That had formed a hollow three feet up in the air during the course of its long life. Ivy moaned, stretching her limbs. That were heavy with sleep. The wooden cavern easily fit her small, slim frame inside with room to spare.

Ivy rubbed her eyes in an effort to resist the urge to fall back into slumber, she glanced outside of her little cocoon and was greeted with the same sight as she'd woken up to for the past four weeks. Still, she never got tired of waking up to to see the gigantic trees of the Redwood Forest. Moss covered, they had an almost noble grace to them—like pillars reaching up high trying to touch the clouds. It could be compared to an old religious mural, the trees representing the pillars that kept grand temples dedicated to what ever gods the artist revered standing for centuries to come

Ivy was brought out of her poetic daydream induced daze by the rumble in her belly—it was time to find breakfast. She yawned and very carefully started to make her way out of her unexpectedly comfy home. Four weeks had passed and yet she still wasn't over the shock of what had happened. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She relived it over in her head. How, she'd jumped in front of Sirius and used her body to shield him from the stunning spell, courtesy of batty Bellatrix and gone flying straight into the veil that she'd forgotten was right behind her. She should have died that day, that was what was supposed to happen when one falls through the unexplained mystery that was the veil.

What she'd never expected to happen in her wildest dreams was to be thrown 10 years in to a decrepit future. One where—from what she'd managed to find out from old scraps of newspapers that littered the ruined street she'd woken in in after her fall from the past. Was that most if not all of muggle humanity had been wiped out by a man made virus named the Simian Flu. Ivy had fallen to the ground like a limp noodle and was shocked right down to the core.

Dead!

Gone!

But what about the magical community? Were wizards susceptible to the virus, had they been wiped out as well, was she the last one left. It was at that point Ivy realised that she didn't have that all too familiar weight of her wand tucked snugly in the holder attached to her wrist. In fact not even the wand holder was there, but she was absolutely sure that she had. Had a firm grip onto the holly wand when she'd fallen through the veil.

Panicking Ivy rushed right back to where she'd first woken up—maybe the wand and holder had come loose and she hadn't seen them when she'd gotten to her feet to go explore the area, but it wasn't there either. After freaking out for a good part of the day Ivy pulled herself together, she'd spent most of her life now knowing or being able to do magic so not having her wand wasn't the end of the world—no pun intended.

After mulling it over in her head Ivy decided to head for the woods, she felt exposed and vulnerable in the city reclaimed by nature and even as a child Ivy found comfort in their rigid embrace. The woods used to be where she'd run, when Dudley and his friends would declare it Ivy hunting season when they gotten bored of whatever it is evil Gremlins do when they weren't terrorising the general public.

Or after enduring another beating from her uncle Vernon, after which her aunt would throw her out of the house—complaining about how she didn't want Ivy's 'Filthy Blood' tainting her house. Ivy would walk the small distance to the nearby park. Where there she'd spend the night in an old forgotten tree house deep in the woods, she always made sure she was back where her aunt had thrown her. So that when the highly stung horse faced woman opened the door and allowed Ivy back in to the house, really early in the morning before any of the neighbours awoke so that they didn't see her in the back-garden, and discover the her aunt and uncles dirty little secret.

Scuffed and fraying, dirty gray trainer cover feet made contact with the springy grass covered forest floor with a dull thud. Ivy didn't move, she was up and out but now she needed to decide on what she wanted for breakfast, she did a full body stretch getting rid of the last remnants of sleep and decided that berries were the way to go. She'd seen some by the river bank once during her initial exploration of the area surrounding the hollowed out tree. It was a brilliant location because, she was starting to smell. Bad … Really, really bad. She'd put it off too long, it was time for her to bite the bullet and take the plunge … into freezing cold river water.

The walk to the river side didn't take too long, even with her dragging her feet like a child. Ivy popped another blackberry into her mouth, not her favourite fruit but they filled up the empty cavity that was her stomach. The last juicy morsel went down the hatch and she wiped her sticky fingers on her jeans. She was going to wash her clothes anyway so it didn't matter. The dirt underfoot, transformed into sand. Ivy took a look all around her, subconsciously checking that there weren't anyone watching her. She laughed at her actions. As if anyone would be watching, all the humans on planet earth were dead.

Ivy slowly started to undress and made her way into the water, it was how she expected it to be—freezing cold. It took a little while but she eventually got used it. Ivy waded in to the water and stopped when it came just above her chest, she used her clothes to wipe away the grime and sweat that had build up over the past four weeks and it was a lot, she then washed her clothes and hung them on one branch that was hanging out over the river so that they didn't get washed away by the rivers currents, and also that the light breeze could dry them a little, she dunked her head under the water and tried to wash the grease out of her hair.

Thoroughly washed, skin pink, and shivering. Ivy made her way back out of the water, chilled right down to the bone but feeling refreshed and relaxed. A quick drying charm. Yes! She did still have her magic. The revelation had come during an incident in the new world. Where the 'Girl Who Lived' almost became the 'Girl Who DIED!' BY A FALLING OUT A TREE. She'd forgotten the reason she'd even decided to climb up it in the first place, too engrossed in soaking up the stunning scene that you couldn't experience on the ground. Too busy, that Ivy wasn't paying attention to where she was putting her feet and had placed it on a dead branch that snapped right away when she placed her weight on to it.

And then she was falling, falling fast. The ground rushing to meet her. Being 15feet up in the air with nothing to grab onto, to break her fall. A fall that if not killed her outright on impact would most defiantly result in two broken legs or back, left helpless, easy pray for mountain lions and bears. Ivy panicked and on instinct reached out with her left hand—her wand hand and shouted the spell Carpe Retractum.

A felling that Ivy could only describe as pins and needles shot up and down her arm until her entire body was tingling. The centre of her palm heated up and a rope shot out and wrapped its self around a thick branch—the branch that if she'd been paying attention would of stepped on instead of the weak one.

Needless to say,she didn't attempt to climb that high up again, even with her rediscovered magic. Now fully clothed in dry clean clothes thanks to a drying charm that she'd also used on her hair. It was time for lunch. She wanted something a little more filling than berries or mushrooms, she had become quite the forager.

When it came to hunting though it was about 50-50 sometimes she managed to catch something and other times she didn't. She thought about returning to the hollow and maybe snagging one of those annoying birds that kept waking her up early in the morning. Or, or if she was really lucky she could catch a rabbit eat some of it for lunch and save some for dinner so that she wouldn't have to go out looking later on today again.

That was when she heard it, a sound all to familiar to Ivy that made her plans for lunch go fly right out of the proverbial window. It was a scream! A human scream. Before she even knew what she was doing, throwing caution to the wind. Ivy bolted in the direction of where the cry came from. If her contact starved brain had taken a moment to proses the scream she would have come to the conclusion that it wasn't human after all and maybe approached with hesitance … but she didn't … and spun around the tree that was the only thing in the way of her and civilised contact.

Ivy stopped abruptly, her body still partly covered by the tree. Mid step with a stupid Ron like smile plastered on her face that quickly morphed in to absolute shock, the being—no beings defiantly weren't human. They were apes! two big Chimps with—was that a spear one of them was clutching? Too shocked for her frazzled brain to make sense of what she was seeing. It imploded and her mind went completely blank. Then Ivy noticed that one the chimps was laid out prone on the floor and huffing in pain.

That was when the red headed witch really paid attention, and saw that the chimp had its leg caught in a hunters snare—she thought they were called bear traps. The other on was hovering over him—she assuming the ape was a he. Spear holder as so she'd named him didn't seem to know what he—again assuming the ape was a he.

Didn't seem to know what he was supposed to do, that was a given even Ivy herself wouldn't know how to unlock one of those traps without the help of magic, that kind of equipment that was meant to maiming large pray wasn't used in the UK, it didn't have any large game to catch—unless you considered the odd fat Cat as large game.

The ape gasped in pain and Ivy took step forward in worry, accidentally dislodging a pile of small stones that went rolling down the a slope in the uneven ground. Spear holders head whipped around in her direction so fast that one wouldn't have been surprised if his head had come off his shoulders and joined the stones in their journey through the down hill forest.

Their eyes met, Ivy became instantly mesmerised by the beauty of the apes eyes sky blue, very rare for and ape to have. Apparently spear holder wasn't as star-struck she was because he snarled threateningly and raised his spear and pointed it in her direction, taking a step forward.

"Wait!" Ivy exclaimed, mirroring his action in reverse—taking a step back and raising her hands out in front of her to show she means no harm. Spear holder growled and cocked his head the side.

The injured ape hooted and Mr hairy and hostile turned and started to sign to him—at least that's what it looked like … no it was sign language. Ivy recognised the familiar hand gestures. "Human laid trap."

At that accusation Ivy bristled, no way in hell was she going to let him throw the blame on to her. Ivy squared her shoulders and straightened her spine, "I… haven't done anything of the sort." she huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

The ape accuser reeled back in shock, apparently he never considered the fact that she might be able to understand what they were signing. The injured ape also reacted in a manner similar to that of his friend only he gasped in pain when he jostled his leg.

Ivy's scowl melted and her eyes lost their warning edge. Hesitantly she took a step forward and spear holders chest rumbled in warning. Ivy stared at the ape with and even expression and pointed to the ape on the floor, "I can get that—" she pointed to the bear trap, "—off of his leg and heal it."

The two apes stared at each other and began to sign again. Spear holder shot her a look and turned slightly so that she couldn't see what he was signing … What a petty primate. Ivy wanted to laugh at the gesture that was so human, but she held her tong and waited for them to finish discussing what to do.

Blue eyes glanced back at the human female with the flame like red hair, she was looking down at her hands a small smile on her face that had the young prince wondering what she was thinking about, but shook off that thought and turned back to Ash, who began signing the second they made eye contact. "What do you think we should do? Do we let the human help?" Ash asked, panting in pain.

"I do not trust the female Ash, could be a trap." Blue eyes replied.

"I want it off, Blue eyes, but neither of us know how."

"Father will know." Blue eyes tried to comfort, it didn't seemed to have worked though because Ash sat up with a pained groan and pulled at a chain that was tired around the tree.

"I cannot go with you, but if you leave and it is a trap. The human will of killed me before you bring back the adults." Blue eyes couldn't refute that statement. And nodded to his life long friend and brother in all but blood.

Ivy looked back up at the apes when she saw the ape with the crystal blue eyes feet shift in her direction. "Free him, but if it is a trap and there are other humans waiting I will kill you before you kill us." The ape with the spear signed.

Ivy knew that she probably wouldn't earn any trust points by saying what one usually counters that statement with 'if I wanted you dead you'd be a cooling corpse in the grass right now' so she kept her retort to herself and settled for just saying it mentally. And instead replied with, "Its now a trap and there is no one else, I've been by myself for quite a while now."

"Do not trust you." he huffed haughtily.

Ivy huffed right back at him, "Look we can argue like this all day, like a couple of children … Or I can get to work helping your friend, before he bleeds to death." The two stared each down—or in Ivy's case stared up, seeing as thought the ape was a lot bigger than she was—curse her child like height.

The ape didn't reply just shifted his body, an invitation to approach. Boy was Ivy glad she'd met Claire Armstrong, back in primary school. Claire had been born deaf and had transferred to Ivy's school in her forth year. The teachers in a bid to breach the communication gap between Claire and herself and the other students had dedicated an entire lesson to learning sign language.

It was a shame that none of the other students really got involved with the lesson, Ivy thought it was brilliant. The teacher had even given her a book on how to learn the basics of sign language. She and Claire had bonded over her passion to learn the intricate language of the hands, and in no time at all Ivy could understand and hold an entire conversation with Claire.

Unfortunately it was a friendship that was meant to last. As Dudley had taken it upon himself to not only bully Ivy in school he'd also directed his awful hobby at Claire and it wasn't long after that. That Claire's parents had her removed from the school and enrolled in to another on far out of Surrey. Ivy never forgot though, the lessons that her first really friend had taught her.

At his invitation Ivy moved forward, keeping the pointy end of the spear in her sights at all times, she keeled down by the apes injured leg and had a good long look at it before she touched it. The wound was deep, the rusted edges of the trap becoming sharp like a knife. Good for the ape though was that his leg wasn't the only thing caught in the trap a log had gotten caught as well. It was the only thing preventing the trap from springing fully and would have without a doubt snapped the apes ankle in two. Ivy raised her hand over the bear trap, "Alohomora." She waved her hand and the trap opened with a click the ape let out a really loud scream of pain that echoed off the trees as the rusted metal extracted from his shredded skin.

Ivy flinched when the spear was brought closer to towards her neck but she ignored it as she waited until the two wings of the trap expanded until they were both flat against the floor. "Its okay, Its okay." Ivy soothed the distressed ape, very gently she cupped his leg with both her hands using them to stem the blood flow, it wasn't heavy but it was steady. Ivy looked up, "Help me move him over there away from the trap."

He hesitated for a second before walking behind his friend, laying he spear down but making sure it wasn't within her reach. They lifted up the ape and then gently placed him back down away from the bear trap. Ivy got to work she used her water bottle to flush the blood away from the wound to check that there were no rusted metal that had broken off and was stuck in the wound. She didn't want to go and heal the ape only for him to die because a trapped piece of metal and caused the wound to go septic.

Ivy was so engrossed in her inspection of the wound that she didn't realise that the trees above them were quaking and that two apes had turned into thirty apes. She never realised until one dropped down right next to her. On instinct Ivy shot backwards—startled, her back hit the tree that was at her right a moment ago. As if his decent had been the vanguard all the other apes one by one dropped down to the forest floor. The first ape to jump down looked at her bloody hands and then to the injured ape on the floor, his face contorted in rage and he snarled. Unexpectedly the ape with the bright blue eyes stood in-front of her in a protective stance.

"Move out of the way Blue eyes." Rocket signed furiously.

"Rocket calm down."

"Calm down, that human has hurt my son don't ask me to calm down." He snarled, moving to walk around Blue eyes to look in to the eyes of the human responsible. But Blue eyes moved again and blocked the raging father, stopping him from making a mistake he knew his fathers best friend would come to regret.

"You misunderstand." Blue eyes informed.

"What is there to misunderstand, her hands are covered in the blood of my son."

"She was helping, Ash had gotten his leg caught in a human trap," Blue eyes gestured to the blood covered metal trap peaking out of the grass. "We didn't know how to unlock it , but she did and hasn't anything to make me think that she was being untruthful."

"You are young. Do not know the tricks of humans, I do." Rocket told the teen ape grabbing him by the shoulder.

Ivy had remained silent throughout the conversation the two apes were having, behind them the other apes were chattering to each other, then suddenly they all went quiet and still a, the apes split of until they formed a path. And a ape appeared that looked like the older version of the bright eyed ape that was at this minuet still defending her from the distraught parent ape—Rocket.

"Son." It was spoken this ape was able to speak, Ivy looked directly at the ape who had a deep and rugged sounding voice. She caught his gaze and the one thought that zoomed right through all other thoughts was that. The pair of eyes before her were one of the most expressive pair she'd ever seen. They were beautiful, and even before the ape had called her defender son just looking in their eyes you could see that they were related...