The Divination Mistress and The Sorcerer's Stone

Prologue

(That on top is the recording of her mother and father singing about her)
~3rd Person POV~

A man was standing on Aqua Lane. He knew where he was supposed to go the twelfth house down. He saw the cat just staring at nothing, but just straight.

"Alright Professor Mcgonagall, you can come out." He said in a croaky voice. She transformed to a human.

"You can't be serious, Albus. The Ackerlys are monsters. They hate wizards and witches." She huffed.

"It's either this or their aunt, Professor ..." He listed.

"No, no, this is fine. Where is she? She promised she would be here on time."

"Promises are meant to be broken, Mcgonagall."

A flying broom came onto the street in a quick whip. A woman who was even taller than the street lamps came off the broom. She had silky black hair with blonde highlights, pale blue almost grey eyes, and dressed in jeans and a shirt that said Giant Right Here.  

"Hello Minerva and Albus. Here are the twins." She took out two baskets and laid them and out.

"Pick one to stay here for eleven years." She puffed out her chest.

One had blue eyes with blonde brownish hair she had a straight face on her. While the other one had almond eyes with chocolate hair and freckles sprinkled her face.

"We will take Jolene, Abby." Dumbledore croaked.

"What do I do with Gemini?" Abby asked.

"Snape will take care of her, so no worries Abigail."

"Okay, Mr.Dumbledore, Sir." She replied respectfully. They placed Jolene on the top step of 12 Aqua Lane. With a note and a recording while they left, Abby played the recording.

Hey Jolene and Gemini, we, your parents, wanted to give the best thanksgiving ever so we decided to sing a song to you.

Cassy
Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious?

Less than one minute old,

I never thought through love we'd be making one as lovely as she,

but isn't she lovely made from love?

Will

Isn't she pretty?

Truely the angel's best,

Boy, I am so happy.

We have been heaven blessed.

I can't believe what God has done;

Through us he has given life to one.

But isn't she lovely made from love?

Cassy and Will

Isn't she lovely?

Life and love are the same.

Life is Aisha,

The meaning of her name.

Londie, it could have not been done.

Without you who concieved the one

That's so very lovely made from love.

The little baby slept wiith a smile on her face when the recording stopped and giggled a bit. Unfortunately she had no idea what was to come.