This is a filler chapter so enjoy. I don't know if I got all the dates right so if they are not, then sorry!

Chapter Four

The Year of 1959, April the 1st.

Pamela Isley, a woman aged seventeen. Her pale white skin glimmers in the darkening daylight whilst her dark red hair darkens. Her clothing was a simple green dress that dropped down to her knees. Her lips were covered in a black lipstick which stood out on her lips and her emerald eyes carefully watched the road.

Gotham was a dangerous place for women who walked home in the dark. However Pamela's flat was only a block away from where she was now.

Then her heel got caught and snapped with a loud crack. Pamela cursed as she bent down to retrieve the heel.

But that was when it happened. Two men sprinted out of the alleyway she stopped in and grabbed her. One around Pamela's neck and the other one around her legs. Within seconds, she was off the streets and in a van with two men who were armed with knives and guns.

Pamela whimpered as the metal tip pressed against her forehead as a knife slid through the material of her dress and making her naked as the day she was born before the two men. Her eyes widen as her legs were forced apart and she screamed out.


30th of January 1960


At this point, Pamela could feel that her throat was already sore from all her screaming but she didn't care. Her entire body was drenched in sweat as she looked up helplessly at the bright lights of the delivery room and squinted, her breaths coming in very rapid, shallow gasps.

Her eyes blurring with tears of pain, she shut them tightly and held back another agonizing scream just as another contraction plagued her body. When the pain seemed too unbearable for her, she began screaming again – shaking her head furiously at the surrounding doctors as they began to spread her legs apart to start the actual delivery.

Her eyes widened again when she felt another excruciating contraction ripping right inside her looked so completely scared and helpless that the doctor had to shout to get her to listen to him.

The doctor then tried to speak in the most calming, reassuring voice he could. "I'm going to need you to start PUSHING now, okay…? Remember how I taught you about that? Do you remember?" He asked gently, watching as she finally blinked and nodded reluctantly in understanding.

"Push, okay? Ready? ONE….TWO…THREE…PUSH!" The female standing near her feet kept her legs firmly apart as she willed her strength and did exactly as the doctor instructed – she got up into a sitting position and PUSHED as hard as she could – so hard that she felt her eyes blurring with tears again at the excruciating pain that was ripping throughout the lower half of her body.

A high-pitched sound of a baby crying filled the room and Pamela's eyes widened immediately, flicking up and watching in absolute childlike wonder as the doctor straightened and stood back up – holding in his arms the most beautiful and perfect, tiny living being Pamela had ever seen in her life.

"Let me see. Let me see." said Pamela as she pushed herself up in her bed, extending her arms. However the doctor left the room with her child. "Hey. Give me my baby back. Where's he going?"

"Pamela Isley?" came a voice from the side.

"Yeah?" said Pamela, her eyes drawn to the cop that had just appeared

"You are under arrest for fraud and murder. Therefore we can't let you near a child at this point and that child will be placed with a foster family. you have the right to remain silent."

"Who did I murder?" asked Pamela when she knew. It was her two rapists who she tracked down and stabbed with a knife.

Sixteen Years later

Posion Ivy had been born and now was in the UK looking for her long lost child. She found out that her child was called Lily and was adopted by a family called the Evans.

She came across and quickly found her daughter. However the family she was with treated her well and raised her well. However she missed sixteen years, she didn't want to miss anymore.

The talk between Ivy and her parents was quick and then Lily was informed. To make a hour of shouting, tears and explanations short, Lily forgave Ivy for what happened and they quickly formed a bond that was nearly unbreakable.

Now the two women were in the park, watching the people walk in and out. Some people were out on the blue lake, swimming or kayaking around.

Lily's head was resting in Ivy's lap as Ivy leaned back against a tree. "So is there anyone in your life that I should be aware of?" said Ivy with a small smile

"I got a couple of good friends." said Lily, her emerald eyes staring up at her mother who was slightly pale green in her skin.

"Anyone you think is the one?" said Ivy, her fingers raking her daughter's wild hair.

"Two people. But I don't know which one is the best for me." said Lily with a sigh.

"Why don't you tell me about them?" said Ivy with another smile.

"Sure. The first guy is a friend from my childhood. He was a person I could related to. He has the same talents of me and I like him. His name is Severus. But we've drifted apart lately and I don't know if I could change him for the better because his friends disgust me. They hate me and yet Severus still hangs out with them." sighed Lily. "But then there is James. We have this love hate relationship where sometimes I like him and others where I just want to jump on him and kill him. But when I need him, he's there for me. And he makes me feel special."

"In what way does he make you feel special?" said Ivy as she listened to her daughter.

"He does crazy things for me that he doesn't do for anyone. If anyone is annoying me or hurts me, He pranks them back and then buys me gifts for small things. And he's always asking me out."

"Well, as your mother, I'm going to give you a piece of advice that had served me well in the past. Trust your instinct and follow your heart. Chose the man who will love you for you. Do you get what I am saying?"

Lily smiled as she nodded.

Three Years Later

James Potter paced in the corridor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. His hair was messier than usual from running his hands through it so many times. He bit his nails and stared blankly at the floor.

"James, sit down, mate," said Sirius Black, lounging in a chair against the wall.

"She's been in there for a long time," James said nervously.

"She's having a baby," Remus Lupin said soothingly. "These things take time."

James plopped down on the bench next to Remus. Peter Pettigrew, who was on James's other side, offered him some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. James pushed the box away irritably and stared at the floor.

"Do you know what it is?" Remus asked, trying to be helpful.

James shook his head.

"What do you want it to be?" Peter asked through a mouthful of beans.

James shrugged.

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh. "He wants a boy. You know you do!"

"At this moment, I don't really care as long as it's healthy," James snapped.

"And that's something you should be hopefull for." said Ivy as she appeared in the corridor.

"Miss Ivy, I'm glad you made it." said James as he stood up and embraced his mother in law.

"How's my daughter doing?" asked Ivy, her emerald eyes looking at the three men that were taller than her and the tiny man that they used as a ego boaster.

Remus was just about to answer when the door to Lily's room opened and a Healer stepped out.

"Mr. Potter? Your wife requested to have you in the room."

What little blood was left in James's face drained from it. "But…I…but…" He looked to his friends, who were just as aghast as he was.

"You should go, I guess," Sirius said hesitantly.

Peter and Remus nodded in agreement.

"B…b…but," James stammered. "I thought that wasn't allowed?"

"We do allow it if it is requested," the Healer replied sympathetically. "You really should come now."

James looked once more to his friends in panic.

"JAMES POTTER!" came Lily's voice from inside the delivery room. "GET YOUR GODDAMNED ARSE IN HERE THIS MINUTE!"

Terrified now, James stood up and swayed a little. Sirius walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders to steady him. James nodded thanks and slowly, like he was heading for the execution chamber, followed the Healer into the delivery room. He glanced back desperately to his friends and his mother in law as the door closed.

Ivy then chuckled. "I should visit more. I've never been so entertained."

One Year Later

Ivy arrived in the street that her daughter was staying along with her grandson. Ivy smiled at that thought as the house appeared in her sight. However her smile disappeared as the house was surrounded by people. She raced forward before she came face to face with a man she had only met one time before.

"Ah, Miss Ivy. I'm so sorry to tell you this." said Dumbledore in his trustful voice. Yet Ivy pushed past him and caught sight of the house. Most of the cottage was still standing, but the right side of the top floor had been blown apart

"Lily." whispered Ivy, her emerald eyes wide as she saw a pair of wizards levitating a body out and placing it into a coffin. Her red hair flashed in the moonlight and her emerald eyes empty.

Ivy then turned back to Dumbledore. "What happened?"

"Voldemort happened. He attacked and all three Potters died. James died first, his body was on the stairs. I think he was trying to fight Voldemort in order to save Lily and Harry. Voldemort killed him by stopping his heart. Voldemort then went up to Harry's bedroom and broke through Lily's wards. Lily then tried to save Harry, but Voldemort blasted her aside and then turned his wand to Harry. We don't really know what happened, but we have a theory that when Voldemort turned his wand to little Harry, there was a backlash. The Ministry have found a body for Voldemort, but nothing of Harry apart from a few ripped items of clothing."

Ivy's eyes darken in rage before a tear slipped out and slipped down her pale green cheeks. "Then there is nothing left for me here." she growled as she turned and walked away from the house and back to Gotham.

So I hope that this chapter clears up Ivy's past and why she thought Harry was dead. Now we can get on to the cool parts of Harry getting trained. I also was wondering due to the new image show for stories if anyone wants me to have a different image per story? If yes, tell me in the comments.

Also I'm not having any X men appear in this story. That was a information error when I didn't know the term and the only one I knew was Mutants.

Plus keep review and giving me names for a harem.