Every sea creature rejoiced as the day of her birth finally arrived and as the waves joyfully crashed against the coast. Her highness, the only demigod daughter of Posiedon, is finally born. A girl who possessed an ethereal beauty and a voice no sir...
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Somewhere in Britain stood a castle full of magic, a school that teaches magic to wizards and witches of all ages. The Great Hall is packed with students who are happily, or rather, obnoxiously, chattering with their housemates and friends. But not all students were happy. There sat Neville, who's very tired of Daisy Potter's bragging about how she'll kill the dark lord with ease as she was the so-called "Girl Who Lived."
As much as he wants to snap and curse Potter, he's too tired, and it doesn't help that he doesn't have an appetite to eat lunch. He just wants to go back to camp, where his god-sister Antheia lives. They rarely hang out nowadays as Lord Poseidon's protectiveness over his only daughter increases. Well, it's not Antheia's fault that she's received a marriage proposal from a minor god. He inwardly laughs as he remembers how Antheia tried to stop her father from killing the poor god.
His thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the great hall doors. There entered the Malfoys, the Weasleys, the Ministry, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and the Potter couple, who immediately went to their "oh so precious daughter," asking her if she was alright.
"Are you alright, my baby? Were you hurt somewhere? " Lily Potter asks her daughter, checking her arms and face, if her baby was hurt.
"No, mom, why are you guys even here?" answered Daisy a little bit rudely as she tried to pry herself from her mother's arms. It was embarrassing for her to be babysat in front of the whole school. In her mind, everyone should respect her and kneel in front of her, as she is their savior.
"No idea, Bambi; we just got a letter telling us to go here." James Potter answered his only daughter. He then turns to Dumbledore. "What's so important that we need to cancel our interview on how great our daughter is?"He asks, emphasizing how great his daughter is. His wife stood beside him, agreeing.
Many of the students rolled their eyes. Daisy Potter is nothing but a spoiled brat, thinking everyone is below her and should worship her. Everyone knows it, but some don't want to believe it and see the Potter girl as the new light. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger don't count, as they're the sidekicks.
"I assure you, my boy, I didn't send you letters," answered Dumbledore.
"THEN WHO SENDED IT?!" The booming voice of Mrs. Weasley made some students near her cover their ears.
"We did." There stood three old women looking around as if they were judging every single one of them. The wixens raised their wands as if they were trying to threaten the old women. "No wonder she didn't want to study here; people here have no class or respect," one of them states. "Hush, sister, we are not here to judge them," the other one utters.
"Who might you people be?" Dumbledore asks, a fake smile resting in his old face as he feels a strong magic coming from the old ladies.
"We are the Fates." Several outbursts can be heard across the hall. "You guys are lying; the fates aren't real," Hemione Granger shouts from the Gryffindor table. Agreements can be heard from the light side as Dumbledore tenses.
