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Harry Potter: It Begins

Prologue

In a world of magic, there are always strange things happening.

Wait, did I say something wrong? Magic? You are looking at me weirdly because I mentioned magic? Why, my dear people! Magic is in everything! Magic lives in everyone and anything you can imagine! It is simply a part of being, well, alive.

Magic is in the plants around you, animals, simple objects, and it thrives in our very cells. Yes, humans harbor magic – even if they cannot have access to it. It isn't because they're stupid; it is just because they don't have enough of it. Every human has the smallest amount of magic in them. It is just up to them to believe.

Now, today was a sad day, indeed. It was a birthday and, even though birthdays were meant to be a joyous occasion, this birthday was a sad one. It wasn't even an ordinary birthday. Why was it sad? Because today was the day that people died. Not just one or two, but dozens of people died by one man's hand.

And it was also on this day that a home was destroyed. It was literally blown apart from the inside out by one small and special person. Nothing could be heard except for the crying wails of two children. They were small infants, only one year of age – actually one of them was not a year yet. Her birthday was tomorrow. Contrary to popular belief, many believed that they would become the most important children of their time.

Do you remember what I said about magic? Well, these two children come from magical families. The male little boy was of a mainly Pureblood – a family where everyone is magical – family. The little baby girl was of a different story. Yes, magic is a powerful force and it lies deep within the Earth. This source is called the Life Stream and it powers everything and everyone. It helps plants to live when it seems hopeless and it purifies water that has been contaminated. The Life Stream is so powerful that it sometimes has too much magic. The excess magic forms a living, breathing, human being – some might even call them golems yet they weren't made of clay (most golems are made from some sort of earthy material) – and were made of cells, blood, and tissue just like the rest of us.

There is a spiritual force that comes from the Life Spring. It often takes the form of a young man with long white hair, a strange symbol on his forehead, and golden eyes. Thus, all of his children have similar features. All of his children have the same color hair, but different color eyes.

The baby girl was given to a magical family, as were all the others who were born from the Life Spring that year. There were several and they were scattered amongst the magical families around the world. Although she had no true parents, she had a family and that was all that mattered.

The young male had a lightning bolt shaped cut on his forehead. It stung mighty fierce so that was the reason why he was crying. The girl was crying because her friend was crying. The two of them were mighty close to one another. Neither of the two babies was happy about their current situation. The house around them was completely trashed. Rubble was scattered everywhere and people were screaming outside.

Although the house was swarmed, a cloaked figure managed to slip into the house via a back window. The glass in the window was shattered as was most of the glass from the other windows. The woman ascended the stairs and gasped as she saw a woman with red hair and green eyes crumpled on the floor. The woman was dead.

After swallowing her cry and letting a few tears roll down her cheeks, she rushed towards the two children, looking down at the two babies. Her face was covered in shadows from her hood, but a few strands of pure white hair fell across her forehead. The little girl stopped her crying and looked up at the stranger. Her sparkling grey eyes were curious – it was as if she were questioning the figure standing over her. The little boy beside her scowled at the woman and began to cry even harder.

"My little one's…it's alright…don't cry, now." The cloaked figure cooed, first picking up the boy. She rocked him until he was almost asleep. Once the figure was sure that the boy wouldn't start crying again, she put him down and turned her attention to the girl. Before she could do anything, a crash from outside alerted her that someone was trying to enter the house. She needed to leave before someone caught her – she wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be somewhere else and she would get into a lot of trouble if she was found, but she just couldn't leave the girl.

"My darling boy…I can't stay long. I must take your friend for a short while." The cloaked figure said apologetically. She kissed the boy's head before she turned back to the girl, picking her up and cradling her in her arms.

"As for you, little one, I bestow upon you the gift of the Life Stream. You are an Animalia and, as such, your power will help you greatly…as mine did." the figure said, kissing the forehead of the female child. Her scar glowed for a few seconds before the baby's eyes flashed silver before settling back into the normal grey. Another crash sounded from downstairs and the woman was forced to abandon the child in the crib. He screamed and cried in rage anew, wanting the small female child near him once again.

The cloaked woman slipped to the window of the room and gently hopped out of it, crouching next to a great black panther once she landed. It was the second story, after all, and she was used to doing things like that. The woman made sure the baby was alright, cooing at her once she saw that the baby was going to start crying.

"Now, now, darling. You are one of us, one of the Animalia. I will teach you all you need to know after you learn your secret." she whispered into the small girl's hair. After that, the three of them were gone, blending into the blackness of the night.

As soon as she was gone, the door of the bedroom crashed open. Three men tumbled inside. Two were best friends while the third loathed the other two, but he tolerated them because of the woman who was on the floor.

The first man lying underneath the other two was dark haired. It was scraggly and hung around his shoulders. The second had dark hair as well, but his hair looked like it was swathed in grease despite having none in it. The third and final man had sandy colored hair, but he looked older than he really was because of the small streaks of grey.

"Merlin!" the male with the greasy-looking hair exclaimed as he uncharacteristically scrambled to her fallen form. He gathered the woman into his arms and checked her pulse, letting out a small cry when he saw that she had none. He set her back down, intent on checking on the small baby girl in the crib. When he discovered that she was gone, his despair doubled.

"Harry!" the sandy haired male exclaimed, pushing past the greasy haired one to pick up the male baby. He checked his body for wounds, but was relieved when the only one he could find was the small scar on his forehead.

"Where is Hikosu?" the scraggly haired man questioned, "Don't tell me she's dead as well?" when he saw how grim the greasy haired man's expression was. His eyes couldn't help but start to water. Everything had gone terribly. His goddaughter was missing. His best friend was gone and there was a massive amount of blood downstairs so that means he might be dead. Said friend's wife was lying dead on the floor in front of him.

Things were not going well today at all.

"Sirius Black!" the sandy haired male said, looking at the man with a hard expression, "You can't go jumping to conclusions when you know very well that she might be gone for a reason!"

"Or she might have been kidnapped, Remus." He spat back, unintentionally making the greasy haired man wince. "You know what the Dark Lord is like. He is unforgiving." He continued in a depressed sigh.

"I know all too well…but if he did, indeed, kidnap my daughter…why did he leave Harry alive?" the greasy haired man murmured almost absently. He and Remus had tried to calm the boy down.

"Look, he won't calm without Hikosu." Remus indicated while he rubbed Harry's back.

"And where is she?" Sirius exclaimed while glaring at the other two. He didn't want to admit it, but he had grown fond of his enemy's daughter. Surprisingly, now that the two had graduated, he found himself growing out of his awful ways. Of course, he was still a prankster, but he had warmed up to the man in front of him. He had to, with the amount of play dates Lily set up for Harry and Hikosu.

"Now, Sirius, you're scaring the child." The greasy haired male murmured, looking around the room. He could find nothing except for the dead body of Lily Potter, his dead love. Yes, it was true that he had been in love with Lily – the wife of his school arch nemesis, but like Sirius he found himself growing out of the hate he felt for James. This was, unfortunately, long after he had become a Death Eater.

"Shove off, Severus." He retorted angrily as he carried Harry down the stairs. The sandy haired man, also known as Remus Lupin, followed him down the stairs as the one known as Severus stayed behind in the room. He had adopted the small child when a white haired man, he assumed that the white haired man was her biological father at the time, showed up on his doorstep. It wasn't until later that Dumbledore explained everything to him. Now, it just felt…like he was empty. It had been less than a year, but he became…dare he say it? Severus Snape became softer.

Although he had always hated the Potters, Harry's family, and the Blacks…not to mention the Lupin werewolf…he had always loved Lily. When Lily found out he was taking care of a child she had demanded to see the delightful girl.

Their children met…and the rest was history. Harry refused to do anything without little Hikosu by his side. It was like the two of them were meant to meet. They were the best of friends…but then things like this had to happen…

Severus bent down as he saw something shiny on the ground. He bent down and realized that it was half of a locket he had gotten her. Her little picture was inside it. The other half she must still be wearing. The other half of the necklace had a picture of him in it.

The dark haired male's eyes watered up as he grasped the half of the locket in his fist. He took a shuddering breath as people began showing up outside.

"I swear to you, my little daughter…we will meet again."