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The goddess Artemis looked down upon the world with sadness and joy.
Many years ago, she had decided to experience mortal life. So she had placed herself as a mortal babe, inside a true mortals womb, without any memories of her time as a goddess.
As Lily Evans, she had been so different than she was normally. Sure, she still possessed a fiery temper, but she also had enjoyed reading. Leakage from the fact that she was in fact a goddess had made her a witch, and so at eleven, she had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She now laughed at the irony of it all. She had easily fallen in love with James Potter, even if she refused to admit it until he matured...a lot. But when he did, James had been amazing.
The fact that he could turn into a stag had been purely coincidental.
After Hogwarts, her and James had become embroiled in the war with Voldemort. But even then, there was happiness.
The day Harry had been born had been the happiest of her mortal and immortal life.
The day she died had been terrible. Luckily she had enough of her powers to shield Harry from death, but at the cost of her mortal body.
And without that body, she had been forced to watch her son from afar. His treatment at the hands of her 'sister' had infuriated her. She had expected better from Petunia. And then his years at Hogwarts...
She had been so proud and furious at her son. Proud that he was willing to stand up and fight for what he believed in. Furious that he put his life in so much danger. And then after seven years at Hogwarts, she had finally gotten to speak to her son again. She had wanted so much to tell him that she wasn't dead, that she was still watching over him. But she could only speak with the memories of her mortal body.
Watching Harry walk to his death, she had wanted nothing more than to go to Tartarus and use Dumbledore, and perhaps Hades himself, as target practice. When it turned out he had survived, the Goddess of the Hunt wept tears of joy.
And while she didn't exactly like Ginny Weasley, she would have greatly preferred her son end up with his friend Hermione or even Luna, she made him happy, so she grudgingly accepted her.
She just wished that she was allowed to met her grandchildren.
Artemis, goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, virginity and young girls, bringing and relieving disease in women, who had walked a mortal life as Lily Potter, was proud of the man her son had become.
Of course she'd never even tell anyone she had a son, let alone grandchildren. She did have a reputation to uphold after-all.
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This idea stemmed from the greek myth of Actaeon. Actaeon stumbled upon Artemis bathing, and was turned into a stag by the goddess, he was then killed by his own hunting dogs.
The name comes from a book of names and meanings I have. It means, gift of Artemis.
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