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Disclaimer (dis-kla'mer): a) statement renouncing and claim or link with; b) statement used as a way of saving one's ass; c) denial of responsibility.

Summary: AU and follows the books to a certain point, mainly the important events, and then veers off totally somewhere around book 5. M/F eventual M/M concerning Harry and Draco, MPreg, Anal, mild violence, in other words there was a point to putting it on adult-fanfiction.org.
The story starts off when the Marauders are at Hogwarts during their third year and then flashes forward to October 1981, a few days before the Potter's deaths.

A/N: I swear after I establish some things it will return to the time of Voldermort's defeat, and then from there, we will be having it progress to Harry/Draco, Sev/OC, etc. Bear with me, my head is filled with ideas. Be warned there is: JP, HG, RW, GW, Dumbledore, and a little SB bashing, sorry to all of you fans out there, but that is just how the story is going to be.

Be gentle, first fiction and all.- Oompa

Snape: Oh I'll be gentle....
Me: Ummm...not having sex here and no exhibitionism, please. I'm trying to entertain my public...
Snape: *pouts* But I want to!
Me: *sigh* Sorry guys, gotta go tie Snapey here up and flog him a few times...horny bastard!
Snape: Flogger? YES!!
Me: That's it, Cat-O-Nine buddy boy! Better assume the position! :-D

A/N: Thanks Ibe! I saw that after I finished reading another Harry/Draco fic. I kinda did make it a little fast paced, so now this is version 3.0 of the chapter. I will be deleting the other versions. Yes, Ayana is my OC and one of my characters on POTCO.

*..*- Sorting Hat speech in the mind
--...-- mind speech regular character

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England: May 13, 1960- St. Mungo's

A stormy Friday the thirteenth herald the birth of a child that would cause trouble for the Potter Family. The child's name was Ayana Joan O'Feir-Potter. Harold Potter and his wife of many years, old, even by wizarding standards, set out to disown and eliminate the child of two men. Meanwhile, Harold's younger brother, Matthias Septimus Potter, instructed his lover Vladimir to take their child and leave before anything could happen. “Vlad, take our little girl and take good care of her. I’ll try and buy you some time…NOW GO!!!”

As Harold and his wife entered the room, Vlad disappeared with the child. Harold turned and faced his brother, his mouth set in a grim mask. Harold spoke in a venom laced voice, "Renounce your child and lover, and I may just spare you. If not, you will be executed within the rights of the Ancient House of Potter for your abomination and perversions." "I will never renounce my love for either of them. You may be able to take the name of Potter from her, but you will never be rid of my child completely!” Matthias jumped up from the hospital bed and grabbed his wand, pointing it at himself, “AVADA KEDAVRA!" said Matthias as his eyes drained, extinguishing the fire of life, and forever boring into the eyes of his elder brother.

~Later~

The Potters had returned to the manor announcing, to all the others gathered, that Matthias was killed by his lover and the child taken from them. Many sympathetic relatives bid farewell to them and their young son, 2 month old Jamison Octavian Potter, and left. A grim and dark cloud seemed to wrap around those of the family and the Potter homestead. After preparing James for bed, the Potters adjourned to the old musty dungeons, gathering the necessary elements to formally disown the abomination created that night, effectively eliminating the direct link to the Potter Family.

_Elsewhere_

~Vlad's POV~
I arrived to the place I once called home with my soul-mate. I know that I have very little time left as I feel my mate's soul depart the living realm, even from this distance. I brought my daughter to the master bedroom, and set about composing a letter to Jane and Anthony Potter. These are the only two that I would trust with the life of my only child.

I gather her things, all the necessary items and mementos. After pocketing them, I gathered Ayana to me and apparated to Wales. I walked down a few blocks from the apparition point, and gently paced Ayana, with the note and baby things, on the doorstep. I could feel my strength leave me as I pulled back one last time from my beloved daughter. I rang the door bell and then vanished into the night. The last thing I saw was my daughter being carried into the house and then all was shrouded in shadow.
~end Vlad's POV~


Over the next 12 years, the Anthony Potter and his family took care of Ayana like their own child, and moved to Quebec, Canada when Ayana turned 5. They made this move to stem some of the suspicion from Harold and the rest of the Potter Family. Over the years, Ayana had grown into a strong young woman, but when she turned twelve, Jane and Anthony were killed by a demi-Dark Lord, leaving a guideline in their will that she had to be taken care of by their remaining family till she was of age, or her true heritage would be made known to all and the family disgraced. Ayana was never told the truth about her parents. She had attended Le Fleur de Majick School for two years and was brought to England to stay with James and his parents, attending Hogwarts in 1973.

Scotland: Hogsmead/Hogwarts: Friday, September 1, 1973.

Thunder, hail, and rain thrashed as, gusty winds blew against students emerging from the great red train running to enter the horseless carriages. A lone boy, with long, greasy looking hair was being tormented by three boys while he waited, stranded by his “friends”, for more carriages to arrive. “What's this Snivellus? All alone are we grease ball?”, taunted the dark, lanky, young man. “What do you say, James, have some fun before we arrive?” "Why not, how about a nice boil curse, and a nice little leg-locker curse?, or even better, transfigured into a bat!" Just as James was going to strike, a young woman, with crystal-violet eyes, and long wavy black hair, approached, yelling, “Jamison Octavian Potter, leave him alone before I curse you deaf, blind, and dumb!”

Snivellus, otherwise known as Severus Snape, whipped around, stunned, in awe that someone would dare stand up to James Potter, the epitome of "cool" and "popularity". 'She must be new or a complete idiot,' thought Severus. “What do you think you can do to me dear cousin? Use a curse on me? Well, remember what will happen to you if you do that.,” said James in a sing-song voice. “I don't give a shit! There are much better ways of knocking you down a peg or two!” "Hah as if you could. Imagine that boys, a girl taking down Jamie here. What a gas!" "Too true there my dear Siri!" And, with that, the three boys and their fourth quiet, mouse brown haired, companion enter one of the two carriages left, laughing their heads off.

“Just you wait Potty!, just you wait!” The girl turned around and faced Severus, “Oh, I’m sorry about my "dear" cousin James. My name's Ayana by the way, Ayana O’Feir. What's yours?” Severus stared at her with a calculating look in his eyes. When he was satisfied, and seeing no deception as of yet, answered, “Severus Snape.” “Okay, not very talkative then, or do you think I'm going to pick on you as well, eh?” Ayana said as she and Severus entered the last carriage. “No, but when you do not know someone, it is best to answer that way.” “Ah, the standard, formal, introductions then, eh? All well, might as well get to know one another, as I'm sure James will be making my life more difficult now.” "Alright, how do you want to do this?" "Hmmmm, 20 questions?" “How about five?” “Ten, my final offer.” Severus nodded his acceptance. "Alright, have at it then Severus." “Why are you just joining us at Hogwarts?” “Eh, straight to the point I see...well, I'm the “bastard” child of James' uncle Matthias, and therefore wasn't allowed to come here. This year is a trial for me. Anything else about me family life, you'll have to wait till I know you better.” Severus stared at her in shock, not knowing, or seeing any of this in the public eye from the Potter family. “Alright, my turn then, and I'll make this easy...what house are you in?” "Slytherin, the best house out of the four." At Ayana's questioning eyes he elaborates, "There are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Just so you know, associating with Slytherins pretty much guarantees that Gryffindors will hate you." Ayana nods at this, already accepting her fate. "Alright Severus, your next question please." "Where was your last school?" "In Quebec, Canada. Le Fleur de Majick School, rated higher than Hogwarts. They had a primary school that was required that you go to if you wanted to enter the secondary school." Ayana took time to contemplate her next question, then asked, "Why do James and the others torment you so much?" "Well it's like this...."

~20 minutes later......~

Ayana and Severus stepped out of the carriage as the trip ended, at the steps to Hogwarts Castle. Each in there own world, with even more questions needing to be answered by the other. They grabbed the attention of some of the other students, as they ascended the stairs in a mad dash to get out of the rain, never stopping to see that the Marauders had cursed them. Falling down onto the floor of the entrance hall, a resounding crack echoed, catching even more attention of all those nearby. Ayana picked herself off of the floor, cradling her nose as blood spilled out between her fingers. She took out her wand as a professor came by and mumbled a quick Episky, and mended her nose and stemmed the flow of blood from a gash on Severus' forehead.

“I'll get you for that James! Just you wait; I could care less about coming back here again right now!” And with that the professor, who approached, introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, and took Ayana, along with the First Years, to be sorted into their houses. Ayana, as she continued walking in the queue, dreaded the thought that she might end up being stuck in Gryffindor.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Ayana was squished by First Years seeking comfort in each other, while they approach the stool where a ratty old hat was placed. As Professor McGonagall lined the students up for their sorting, a line of stitching opened and the hat began to speak:

There's nothing in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be!
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat!
You may belong to Gryffindor, from wild moor
You might belong in Ravenclaw so fair,
You may reside within Hufflepuff so sweet, from valley broad,
Or perhaps Slytherin is where your heart lies,
So cunning, and wise.
Now slip me snug about your ears,
Don't be afraid, I've never been wrong.
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you were you belong.

After all the first years where sorted, Dumbledore rose. “My dear students, we have a guest for the year who will be joining our Third Years. Please step forward, Ms. Ayana O'Feir, and join our ranks!”

~Ayana POV~

I stepped up to the stool with my head held high and glanced over to the Slytherin table, where Severus sat. He gave me a small nod before I turned away, and placed the hat upon my head.
*Ah, the other Potter, but no, that name was taken from you before your parents died. Well, not a bad mind, creative and you have a backbone. Certainly not a Gryffindor, too crafty and intelligent. I would not dream of putting you in Hufflepuff. I see you have made friends with a Slytherin, but you are not fully prepared to join the snakes...not yet at least. Though you may not like books more than life....* -- Please get on with it already. Everyone is staring and I prefer to have made a good impression here tonight, besides, I'm famished-- *Very well...* “Ravenclaw!” I hear shouted, as my fate is decided by a musty old hat. The hall is clapping, especially the Ravenclaws --figures, I'm their new experiment--. I smiled to myself as Severus nodded, indicating that we will still be able to meet each other, seeing as I am not in Gryffindor. I turned and saw James glaring at me. I smirked, time to show Potter-boy up in classes....hehehe.

~Regular POV~

When the feast ended, the students marched up to their dorms, to rest their heads as the year had finally started. And thus September 1st comes to and end. Another day ends and another begins under what circumstances and manipulations, no one knows.


-September 2, 1973-

The chilly morning air of the Scottish fall whisked against the castle as the sun began its accent. The sounds of students snoring in the dorm, awoke Ayana. Grumbling about people wanting to be murdered, she sat up and gathered her things for a shower. As she walked into the shower rooms, the full impact of what she did yesterday finally sank in.

“How could I be so stupid! I’m going to be forced back to Harold and Emille’s during the hols, and then I’m going to be paying for everything I’ve done and will do…unless I’m able to befriend several others and then have a place to stay….hmm.” When she finished her morning ritual, she tied a towel around her body and hair. She walked into the room and fetched out some Muggle clothes to change into. With a quick tempus charm she saw that it was barely half-eight on a Saturday; not having anything to do till breakfast at ten, she decided to wonder around the castle and figure out the quickest way through the corridors.


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And a Cliffie…sorry but I gotta study for a test tomorrow…so yeah…college student and all that. Would wait to post, but I wanna see what people think of it so far. It's not all set in stone yet, so this chapter might be rearranged or even rewritten (3rd revision already…) if I need to as the story progresses in my mind. …Cheers! Butterbeer and FireWhiskeys on me. Oh and in the next week or so I should be done with ch. 2…so I may need a beta then....hint hint….