Prologue:

The magical users of Britain celebrated the end of Lord Voldemort, even though very few dared speak his name. It was a cause of celebration from around Wizarding Britain, even if the rest of the magical communities around the world just regarded it as a minor point of innocence, another self-proclaimed dark lord who had been defeated. Many other magical countries around the world had their own problems, and their own dark lords. Some of them just as foul as Voldemort and some of them were even more so.

It was a cause for celebration and many had partied.

They had been blissfully ignorant to the tragedy that had occurred, the lives had been lost. Albus Dumbledore had known all too well about loss all of his life. Most of it had been because of his own foolish mistakes.

Dumbledore hoped to rebuild the world into something better, but the world had fought him. There were some people like Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, who just sought to see the world burned.

He thought back to the prophecy that was given that foretold the potential demise of the Dark Lord. Dumbledore thought of prophecy as a curious, curious thing. It was a heated topic of debate, how much magical weight should be given to prophecies. There were hundreds of prophecies that had gone unfulfilled, mostly because no one knew about it.

It returned him to the age old riddle. If a tree fell in the forest and no one was around, did it ever make a sound? Dumbledore did wonder tonight and many other nights.

Two families were the potential benefactors of the prophecy. The Potters and the Longbottoms, both had children that were born when the seventh month died and to those who had thrice defied the Dark Lord. There were very few that even had a chance to defy the Dark Lord three times and live to tell the tale.

Dumbledore had to make a quick decision. Voldemort decided to strike at the Longbottoms first. Frank and Alice Longbottom were gifted magical users and able Aurors. Dumbledore would also consider them valued members of his Order of the Phoenix. Against someone like Tom though, they were woefully out of their debt.

Voldemort turned his fabled killing curse on their son Neville.

Neville Longbottom was dead. Neville Longbottom was not the chosen one.

When Dumbledore heard of the demise of the Longbottoms, he had thought that perhaps the prophecy might have been a mistake. People had misread prophecy before after all.

'Things often have a double meaning,' Dumbledore thought to himself, frowning extremely deeply.

The Potters was next on the list. There was one reason that Voldemort went after the Longbottoms first. He figured that since they had a son, he could be a potential threat, an equal.

Voldemort, like some many wizards before him, had been blinded by the potential of the fairer gender.

It was not young Alexandra Audrey Potter's power that Voldemort might have been blinded for. It was the resourcefulness and the cunning of Lily Evans-Potter that managed to save her daughter from the killing curse. It was magic beyond all understanding and Lily's sacrifice for her flesh and blood had sealed the charm.

Lily was a prodigy in charms and even Dumbledore was amazed with how much she was.

Alexandra Audrey Potter, the only person to survive the Killing Curse after it struck her since it was invented hundreds of years ago.

Exactly how would remain a subject of debate. Dumbledore had the young female extracted from the debris. Despite the fact that she was hit by the deadliest curse known to magical kind, she was in perfectly good health and right ready to be transited to her relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

If Dumbledore had interpreted the magic correctly, Alexandra would have been perfectly safe in any place where her blood resided. Petunia would be the most obvious option.

There was just one niggling detail and that was the fact that Petunia and Lily had a bit of a caustic relationship with each other, to put things bluntly. It was due to Petunia's envy that Lily was gifted. Dumbledore sensed a low amount of self-esteem.

He would have to remind Petunia that is necessary to keep a watch over Alexandra. There were things that were far more important than her own comfort in watching a girl who might as well be Lily's double in every way grow up.

'The sacrifices we must make to protect those who we care about the most,' Dumbledore thought.

He heard the whispers that he didn't have it any more and that he should step down. While Voldemort still feared him, there was only so much that Dumbledore could do and Tom's power was getting dangerously close to outstripping his own. Especially when one regarded the number of steps he took to increase his base of power.

Dumbledore longed for retirement, but he could not step down, unless someone was willing to step up in his place. The problem was that there were very few people who wished to take on the sheer number of responsibilities.

He got a message that Arabella was in position. The squib owed him a favor and they were able to work some magic to get her into the empty lot that was across from Number Four Privet Drive. The previous occupants of the home would not be a problem anymore.

He walked outside of his office door and could hear the whispers of the students in Hogwarts. Gossip was able to spread faster than wildfire at Hogwarts.

It was time to put their chosen savior in position and send her to a place where she could grow up. She might not be the happiest girl in the world when she discovered that she had been put there.

It would give her perspective on how the world might not be fair. That was a lesson that Dumbledore learned several times in the past.

'It's time,' he thought.

Alexandra Audrey Potter was declared the Girl-Who-Lived. Despite the fact that it should have been only known by a handful of people, the gossip had spread like wildfire throughout the magical world by lunchtime.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was dead and it was time for a celebration. It was time for everyone to live again.

Minerva McGonagall found herself cursing the fact that Albus Dumbledore was somehow able to talk her into things that were of her best interest. She had spent the entire day sitting on a garden wall, disguised as a cat, and observing some of the worst examples of Muggles imaginable.

She knew all too well that not all Muggles were that way. She must have met with the parents of a dozen new Muggleborns every single year at least before they went into Hogwarts and she had been doing that for several years.

These Muggles on the other hand, the less time Minerva had to spend in the neighborhood, the better. It was getting rather close to nightfall and the person she was meeting with was very late.

'Punctual, aren't we, Albus?' Minerva thought to herself. She shook her head.

She had been as a bloody cat for so long that the mouse that was dancing in front of her face had been quite appealing.

Sure enough, she didn't have to wait much longer, which was a relief because she thought that she would die waiting. Albus Dumbledore showed up, in all of his glory.

"Fancy seeing you Professor McGonagall."

Minerva only didn't roll her eyes because it looked undignified. He fancied himself as a comedian of some sort. Minerva hoped that he would forgive her that she didn't laugh. She transformed herself from a cat into a human.

"I have to say, Minerva, I didn't ever see a cat sit so stiffly," Dumbledore said.

"You would sit stiffly too if you spent twelve hours sitting on a garden wall," Minerva said crossly. She gave Dumbledore one of those looks that would make one of her students melt in abject terror.

Dumbledore seemed oddly nonplussed about it.

"So, are the rumors true?" Minerva asked him.

"Rumors are a curious thing Minerva, they have the potential to mutate out of control," Dumbledore informed her.

"The Longbottoms did it…"

"Three nights ago, Lord Voldemort entered the Longbottom's home and killed them," Dumbledore said. "He tore through the enchantments on their ancestral home like they were tissue paper and killed them all."

Minerva gasped.

"And the Potters?"

"Lily and James Potter are dead as well," Dumbledore said. Minerva looked on the verge of a breakout. Four of the most promising students in the last ten years of Hogwarts were dead.

"I can't believe it, I didn't want to believe it," Minerva answered. She looked to on the verge of tears, although she was barely holding it together. "But what of…..Alexandra Potter? How did she survive?"

"I cannot say," Dumbledore said. He had his theories, but he did not want to speak of them, for he might turn out to be a fool.

Minerva frowned. She didn't know Albus Dumbledore to be completely ignorant, at least not having a theory. Whether or not that theory was wrong, that was another matter entirely. Whether or not that theory was completely was also another matter entirely.

"We may never know what allowed her to survive," Dumbledore said. He didn't want to rain on anyone's parade by saying that there were means where Voldemort survived. There were whispers, hints, that Voldemort did what very few would even dare to attention.

The ritual to perform a Horcrux was unspeakable even to some of the most dangerous dark wizards in existence. Dumbledore could hardly believe that Tom had been so far gone that he would attempt to so.

"And why are we here?" Minerva asked.

"This is Alexandra's last remaining relatives of age," Dumbledore answered her. Minerva raised her eyebrow in response. "She will be staying with them."

"Alexandra Audrey Potter, the daughter of Lily Evans-Potter, will be staying with them?" Minerva asked. She could not even fathom such a thing being possible. She looked like she swallowed something extremely sour. "She is to stay with….with these….she's to stay with them."

"I feel that it might be for the best," Dumbledore said.

"You can't be serious, you cannot have any worse examples of Muggles, these are the type of Muggles that people like the Malfoys use for their reference when they make their opinions," Minerva replied. She looked at Dumbledore, as if asking whether or not he was kidding.

"It's for the best, I'm afraid," Dumbledore said. He had interpreted Lily's charm as such and Alexandra would be the best protected here. She might not be happy, but she would be fairly protected.

Minerva was looking around, as if searching for the young woman in question. Dumbledore was only too happy to inform her what was going on. "Hagrid is bringing her."

That caused Minerva to observe Dumbledore with a stern look. Dumbledore acted like there was nothing the matter. "Are you certain that this is wise?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," Dumbledore said boldly.

Minerva didn't say anything. She knew that when Albus had spoken, it would be futile to tell him otherwise. She just hoped that he knew what he was doing.

"She is famous, and already people might have already know her name," Minerva said. She observed Dumbledore. "I wonder how difficult it might be to keep something like this under wraps."

"The truth has a way of getting out, at the ugliest possible time," Dumbledore answered her. "It's best to tell them now."

Minerva disagreed with making a child a spectacle, but she knew that Dumbledore had his reasons. They might not be good reasons, but they were reasons. All she could do is wait and watch. The Girl-Who-Lived would have a legacy that would put pressure on anyone when they went to Hogwarts of anywhere in the world.

Was that a roaring of some kind of motorbike? Minerva didn't know. She craned her neck and listened rather carefully for the individual that was about ready to show up and she had her mouth hanging open.

The fate of Alexandra Potter, or rather her living arrangements, were being determined by a select few in the Wizarding World that have appointed themselves as guardians of such things. There were other people that were watching the girl's situation something closely.

One thing was for certain, she had the potential to be something special. Anyone could with the right training, but she had the potential to be something even more so. It would have been so Prophecy or no Prophecy. It was just the right training that was involved.

Time had passed and Alexandra Potter was left on the steps of Number Four Privet Drive with a letter. Said letter would be found by Petunia Dursley in the morning. Despite her misgivings to the matter, she would have to take her niece in. Despite her hatred towards the gifted, she would have to take her daughter in.

Despite all of those problems, she would have to take her daughter in. Albus Dumbledore assumed a lot of things, but there was magic that was far beyond his grasp. The protection Lily Evans-Potter used was something that was once in a lifetime. It might have never been done before, and might have never been done ever again.

The girl who was being dubbed the Girl-Who-Lived was in a basket on the steps, blissfully unaware of what she was and the stories that were always being crafted about her. Unaware how special that she was.

Unaware a robed figure was presently making her way towards the driveway of Number Four Privet Drive. Long after Dumbledore had left.

The protections would only be sealed when Petunia had taken her niece, extremely grudgingly, whether it would be.

'Albus Dumbledore leaves way too much to chance,' the woman in the hood spoke thought to herself.

The woman walked forward. It was rare that they interfered with the comings and goings of mortals, but there were certain exceptions that they were given the option to do so. This was one of those options.

Taking strides forward, the woman approached the door step of number four privet drive, where the basket had been laid. Enchantments had been placed on it, so Alexandra did not wake or did not move.

She suspected that Dumbledore had sense regarding that much. There was no enchantment to stop her from going up to the basket and touching it. There was absolutely nothing that prevented her from removing the basket. There was nothing that prevented her from taking the basket from Number Four Privet Drive.

Countless stories had been told of saviors that had rose up to defeat a great evil. It was one of the oldest stories in the book. There was normally a prophecy that had been given. True to form, the dark force did everything in their power to prevent the prophecy from being fulfilled.

Then the prophecy was fulfilled, and the cycle continued anew. They would never know.

It was extremely late and the woman in the hood picked the basket up. Given that there were not wand wavers that descended upon her, it was obvious that he did not put any enchantment. She waited long enough for any attempt to attack her to occur.

The woman in the hood thought that she had given them an ample opportunity. It didn't matter what Dumbledore's plans were for the girl that was being dubbed the Girl-Who-Lived were. She deserved a better life after all that she lost.

The fates saw the future and it was a rare moment where they felt like they had to intervene. It only occurred once every couple thousands of years.

The woman in the hood grabbed the basket, with the letter inside. She had no idea what Dumbledore said, that was not her letter to read.

The woman pulled down her hood when she was safely off of Privet Drive with her young charge. Her black hair came down at a point on her lower back. Her blue eyes gave off a massive amount of warmth. Her outfit shifted into a toga that wrapped around her ample breasts and it parted at her thighs to show her long legs, amongst golden sandals that showcased her magnificent arches.

"Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons, please present yourself to us," one of the figures in the temple that she did.

"My dear, Hera, please forgive how impulsive I was, but when I saw the vision that you and your fellow goddesses gave me, I had no choice, but to act and act now," Hippolyta answered. She brushed her black hair out of her eyes and looked at the figures, of the six goddesses that her sisters worshipped.

Hera was the most obvious one, front and center. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, always was in a place of prominence, with beauty that shined brightly. Artemis, the goddess of the Hunt, stood, imposing as ever. Athena, the goddess of wisdom, watched over them, with a pair of eyeglasses. Hestia, the goddess of hearth and the family, waited with her family red hair, bathing in fire. Demeter, the goddess of fertility, gave her a warm smile.

"You did well, Hippolyta, the venture into man's world was something that was a calculated risk," Hera informed her. "We knew of her arrival for some time and the fates….they do not intervene often."

"What shall be written, shall be done," Athena repeated in a bland voice. This was something that the Fates told her constantly. It was gratifying to finally use their own words against them. "But, her demise could lead to everything that has ever been written being unwritten and if there is no more anything, then the Fates become obsolete."

'So, it is just a self-preservation maneuver as much as anything else," Aphrodite said. She saw the game at hand.

"Petunia Dursley has darkness in her heart, and she will not let her past hardships go," Hera said, sadly. "Her husband brings out the worst virtues of her and I pity their child most of all. Any child resulting in a union between those two will not have a very productive life. The mistreatment that Alexandra will be great, but do not think that their child will be free of any abuse at all."

"Abuse can come in many forms and the greatest forms come from those who woefully interpret it to be love," Aphrodite said. She sighed. "Albus Dumbledore is a truly broken man. No matter how much he tries to hide it behind his demeanor, he is completely broken."

"You chose me to be her guardian," Hippolyta said.

"Themyscira is the safest place for her to be, given the nature of the charm that Lily placed on her," the love goddess explained. "Dumbledore assumed that it would be a place where her blood would reside. While she technically would be safe, she would also be at her weakest. There is no guarantee that she would live to see the end of her eighteenth birthday."

"No one deserves to have such a short life," Hera concluded. "And you have two daughters already, and you have led the Amazons forward."

"Yes, I have," Hippolyta agreed with her. She couldn't help, but smile because of that. "I will be happy with taking her in."

She had one child, Diana, who was eight years old, and Donna was only three years of age. Given the nature of aging on the island, that statement might not be exact.

"I knew that you would be the one to take her in and Lily would have approved of such an arrangement," Hera said.

"It's almost as if you have spoken to Lily-Evans Potter," Hippolyta commented. That caused Hera to respond with a smile that was directed at Hippolyta.

"Do, you accept?" Hera asked.

"I believe that I have," Hippolyta said. She frowned and she could see a sinister black glow on Alexandra's forehead when she slept on. "What's this?"

"An unfortunate souvenir from her encounter with Riddle," Athena informed them. "It is called a Horcrux. It was a means for him to stay alive despite death."

"A means to cheat death," Hera explained. "There are consequences to what he did, he doesn't realize that once he dies, he will cease to be. He will not go on anywhere. It will be almost like he has never existed."

"Is that even possible?" Hippolyta asked.

"He fears death and in his method to escape it, he will just fade from existence," Hera said. "For now he floats."

"And there is a piece of him attached to Alexandra's forehead," Hippolyta said. She felt a bit nervous because of this.

"Calm yourself," Aphrodite said. "Do you not have any faith in us? That we have found a way to deal with the growth on her forehead?"

Hippolyta shook her head. She had faith in all of the goddesses that the Amazons worshipped. Aphrodite stepped forward and placed her hand on Alexandra's head.

"She is lucky not to have perished, that's how strong Lily's protection is," Aphrodite said.

"They assume that the only way to remove a Horcrux is to destroy the vessel," Athena said. She shook her head. "That shows an unfortunate lack of imagination."

Aphrodite gently placed her fingers on Alexandra's head. All she did was super charge the protection magic that Lily performed. Now that Hippolyta accepted Alexandra on the island, the protection was as it should have been.

There was a flash of light and the growth was removed from Alexandra's forehead. The dark shadow was banished into nothingness.

Alexandra's magic sought out the other like soul fragments. Like a beacon, it latched onto them.

"What's happening?" Hippolyta asked. She looked at her new surrogate daughter and she frowned seeing what was happening around her. It was magic that was both amazing and terrifying that resounded around her.

Athena watched in awe. She was always intrigued with learning new things and this excited her. She had never seen magic do anything like this in her entire life.

"I had no idea that Lily's protection would do that," Hera said excitedly. "Riddle is finished."

"Finished?" Hippolyta asked. She heard what that madman had done and she honestly couldn't be too broken up about what she saw.

"He's gone, it's over," Hera said. She couldn't say that she felt sorry about that. As a goddess, the woman thought that she would be impartial.

"I'm not sure how many of the soul containers he had, but Alexandra's magic found them all," Athena said. She was in awe, but at the same time, extremely terrified.

"That adds even more of a reason as to why we should have liberated her before Dumbledore ignorantly sealed her fate," Hera responded. "I wonder if he will notice the signs."

"Well, what's done is done, regardless," Athena said. "I'm more worried about the upheaval of the balance of power."

Demeter, who had remained silent all of this time, spoke up. "Athena, do you really have to take the negative view?"

"I'm not being pragmatic, I'm being realistic," Athena said. "I know that it was unwise to allow that evil continue to grow into someone so pure, but…..the ramifications of intervening to that level, I don't even what to know."

"Whatever the ramifications were, we'll deal with them," Hera explained. There was any of a number of actions that they could have taken, all having their own ramifications.

"Will she ever have to return to that world?" Hippolyta asked. She didn't know as a mother if she could ever condemn a child to such a world. It made some of the more extreme Amazon factions that had splintered from the group, the ones that the world used as their reference to base the Amazons, to be level headed.

"That's not something we can say with such certainty," Hera explained to the Amazon Queen. "I am confident that should she ever have to cross that minefield, you will give her the skills."

Hippolyta could not see the point now that Lord Voldemort had been dealt with. The prophecy had been fulfilled, perhaps sooner than they realized.

Divine intervention might have had its price, but it was necessary. Hippolyta knew that her fellow Amazons would want to greet their newest princess, but that would have to wait for another time.

The Queen thought tonight had been a long night. There were many things to do and she had to focus on her new charge and her new responsibility.

Eight year old Princess Diana of Themyscira had woken up fairly early and there was a crowd that was around. Her sister, three year old, Donna, was following her. She was trailing behind Diana, looking rather grumpy.

"Why is everyone doing up?" Donna asked.

"I don't know," Diana said. There was a beautiful red haired woman that was approaching the ground. Diana stood up straight and proudly. Donna rolled her eyes at her sister. "Artemis."

"Diana, your mother wishes for the two of you to be front and center," Artemis said.

"Come on, Donna," Diana said, grabbing her sister's hand, when Artemis took ahold of hers.

Donna shook her head. Her sister can be very bossy. She wasn't a baby, she was three years old and she wasn't about to run off from a group of Amazons. Mostly because her mother would eventually track her down and would not be very pleased with what she had done.

There was the Amazon Royal Guard standing proudly. Artemis, the General of the Armies, not to be confused with the goddess of the same name, was front and center, and she stood proudly. There was a young black haired girl with green eyes, and other than the eyes, she could pass off as Donna and Diana's little sister.

"What's going on?" Donna asked. Diana shushed her younger sister, even though she wanted to know herself. Donna placed her hands on her hips and stuck out her mouth in a little pout.

"I have been given a blessing by the goddesses above," Hippolyta said. She looked at the Amazons with a smile. "Last night, a child who has lost her family has been entrusted into my care. I have been given the responsibility to take her in, and I hope you welcome her into our extended family as one of our sisters. Please welcome Princess Alia of Themyscira."

Hippolyta did not know why, by the name Alia rolled off the young just right, as a shortened name from her new daughter. It might have not have been the traditional shortening of Alexandra, but Amazon culture had their own traditions.

Diana joined the Amazons in clapping and when she got nudged roughly, Donna clapped as well. The two young Princesses got on top of the stage and had gotten their first look at their sister. This was a shock to them, although given that it was the goddesses that gifted her with such great responsibility, it should be obvious that she would accept it.

Hippolyta knew that she needed to sit down with her two older daughters to explain to them the circumstances, but that could wait. It wasn't every day that the Amazons got a new princess.

To Be Continued.

Harem List:

DC Girls: Kara Zor-El/Superwoman, Dinah Lance, Diana/Wonder Woman, Donna Troy/Wondergirl, Cassie Sandsmark/Wondergirl, Mary Marvel, Princess Koriand'r/Starfire, Cassandra Cain, Sara Lance, Nyssa Al Ghul. I'd say that there won't be more, but come on, even I don't believe that!

Harry Potter Females: Fleur Delacour, Gabrielle Delacour. Maybe a couple of others, but Hermione will not be anywhere near this story or even be eluded to, other than this note right here.

Goddesses: Well you read the scene above, didn't you?

Marvel: Gwen, likely. Maybe a couple of others. If Kara is my number one rule, then Gwen is my number two rule.