AN: Yes you are allowed to hate me. I know I started yet another story but when an idea pops in my head I can't forget about it until I write it down. I hope you enjoy.

October 31st, 1981

Godric's Hollow, West Country, England

Lily had laid Haley down for her nap. For some reason she really didn't want to leave the room.

"Lily?" James called softly from the doorway.

"I have a bad feeling," Lily muttered back.

James sighed, "You've been having bad feelings since we got here. Besides, it's Halloween. Everything is spookier on Halloween."

"It's different this time. I can't take my eyes off her."

James put his arms around his wife's waist. "I will do everything I can to protect my girls." He kissed her cheek, "I promise."

The pair went downstairs to let Haley sleep but it was only ten minutes later when they heard her crying.

"I got her," James said climbing the stairs quickly. When he came down ten minutes later she was still in his arms crying but it was silently. "Lily, I don't know what's wrong with her. She looks so scared."

He handed Haley over to her mother.

"She may have seer abilities," a silky voice said behind them.

James drew his wand and turned to face Voldemort but he was too fast and was disarmed.

"To bad we will never know for sure," Voldemort sneered.

"Stay away from her!" James yelled as Voldemort stepped forward.

He just smirked, "Or what?" James didn't have an answer he just stood in front of Lily and shielded them with his body.

"Don't be stupid, Potter. All I want is the child! I made a promise to spare your wife if possible. I know someone that desires her. However I believe he was planning on me killing you but where would the fun in that be? Hand over the child and you and your wife can be spared!"

"I'd rather die!" James spat.

Voldemort just smirked, "That's what makes this the best torcher imaginable. STUPIFY!"

James fell to the ground. Lily turned her back on Voldemort and tried to protect Haley but she soon found herself unconscious and Haley fell out of her grip.

Voldemort turned to baby girl on the ground. "Avada Kadava!"

In that moment Haley's head burned and the room filled with green light. All Haley wanted was to escape the pain. Next thing she knew she was outside. She fell asleep on the sidewalk she landed on not knowing where she was but too tired to actually care.

Lily and James woke up to find Remus, Sirius, and Albus standing above them.

"Haley," was the first word out of both of their mouths.

"He's dead," Sirius gasped poking the Dark Lords dead body.

"Where is Haley?!" Lily asked.

"We don't know, Lily," Remus asked.

James pulled his weak and sobbing wife into his arms. Albus examined Voldemort's body.

"What happened, Albus?" Sirius asked.

"I can only think of two possibilities. The most likely conclusion is that Haley's power mixed with Voldemort's. When her magical core was measured at birth we learned that she was already extremely powerful. The immense power that they had combined would have been enough to kill Voldemort and completely disintegrate a child as small as Haley."

James joined Lily's sobs and Remus had tears running down her face.

"No," Sirius said in denial, "You said there was another possibility! What is it?!"

"Well," Albus started looking very grave, "It is possible but extremely unlikely that Haley could have been using her own raw power to deflect the curse. If there powers didn't combine or if Haley's power exceeded Voldemort's and took control of it she would have been able to manage who the curse hit."

"But then where is she?!" Remus asked.

"As I said before, I don't know," Albus said rubbing his face gravely. "If that happened not only would Haley have destroyed the dark lord on her power alone but she also would have magically travelled out of here on her own. It's basically impossible for a child Haley's size to do either of those let alone both."

"But she could be out there?" Lily asked hopefully.

Albus sighed, "I wouldn't get my hopes up Lily, dear. I check the home. There is no blood or missing body parts."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Sirius stated.

"It makes the possibility even less plausible. It means she would have apparated out of here without splinching herself after surviving the killing curse. I don't know of any full grown wizard that could do that let alone a baby witch."

Lily broke down again. It was hopeless. Her baby was gone.

000

Fancy woke up to her mother tapping on her door. "Fancy, mummy made breakfast."

"I'll be out in a minute, mum!" Fancy quickly climbed out of bed and got dressed. Fancy put on her nicest dress. It was going to be a horrible day. Today was the day she was being taken away. Fancy Peyton wasn't her birth name. And as much as she wished her to be, Cleo Peyton was not her mother. She had found her out in the street on a cold night when she was walking home from the night shift. She took her to the police and they wanted to take her to an orphanage. Cleo however had spent enough time in an orphanage and couldn't let the horrible things that happened to her happen to this innocent baby. She took her in as a foster child. Fancy always considered it a permanent situation but today it was going to end. Cleo had sick with fibromyalgia and was unable to do much anymore. She couldn't afford to take care of Fancy anymore so the government decided to take her away. Fancy was now ten so it would only be about a year before she went to Hogwarts but she wanted to spend that year with the woman she considered to be her mother.

Oh yes, Fancy knew she was a witch and all about Hogwarts. Cleo didn't know but Fancy could remember the point in her life when she was still Haley James Potter. She was unable to tell anyone what happened for the longest time and by the time she could she didn't want to. Cleo was her mother no matter what anyone said. They were living in a small home at the moment. It only really had one bedroom. Cleo had given it to Fancy and was sleeping on a pull out couch in the living room. However when Cleo's fibro acted up Fancy forced her to take her bed. She hated seeing her mother in pain.

"Hi mum," Fancy said as she entered the room.

Cleo quickly pulled Fancy into her arms. Fancy felt so sad. She knew this was breaking her mother's heart.

"I'm so sorry," Cleo whispered.

"Mum! I love you! I can't thank you enough for everything you've given me. I don't care what a blood test says. You are my mother!"

Cleo hugged her daughter again before serving breakfast. "You didn't need to cook mum."

"This may be the last time I get to do a mum thing for you. I wanted to," Cleo said handing Fancy a plate of waffles.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before, "Mum?"

"Yes."

"I was just wondering, you named me Fancy right?"

Cleo nodded, "You had no identification on you so I was allowed to name you, Fancy Jinx Peyton."

Fancy smiled at the name, "I was just wondering how you came up with the name."

Cleo smiled sadly, "Well Peyton was obviously my last name. I chose Jinx because it somehow seemed to fit you and I love James Bond." The girls laughed together. "And I chose Fancy because you were dressed in a red silk nightgown that had a beautiful gold stitching. I couldn't believe that someone would give a child such a fancy outfit just to leave them in the middle of the night."

Fancy shrugged, "Maybe they had no choice."

Cleo patted Fancy's face, "I hope so, or else they don't know what they missed out on."

Fancy decided a long time ago not to search for James and Lily. If they wanted to find her they had plenty of time. She was happy where she was and didn't feel like changing her entire life again, even if that resulted in her going to a new foster home or to a group home.

The two talked until the social worker came and took Fancy away.

000

A year later Fancy found herself still being bounced from foster home to foster home. She had spent six months in her first foster home when she got the news. Although fibromyalgia is usually a non-fatal disease it does make for a higher risk of suicides and accidental deaths. The authorities weren't sure which it was in Cleo's case but for Fancy it didn't even matter. Her mother was gone. No matter how it happened she was never coming back.

The foster homes were having problems with Fancy. Her emotions were eating at her and she would have more accidental magic moments. They liked her and Fancy was a good child but they couldn't take care of her 'special needs'. At least that was what they would tell her social worker.

Fancy was spending sometime in a group home until they could find a new place for her. Fancy was just waiting until someone came to tell her she was a witch. For the longest time she had worried about what would happen when she got back to the wizarding world. Would people recognize her? If she remembered correctly she had James hair but Lily's eyes and features. However not long before they took her away from Cleo Fancy learned she could change her appearance at her will. She changed her black hair to straight dark brown, her green eyes were now a beautiful teal, and she altered her features slightly and made her scar disappear. Now they won't notice.

It was July 31st (her original birthday) when she was relaxing with a good book on her bed at the group home but was interrupted by a knock on the door. Madam Rosalie entered with a man with a long beard behind her.

"Fancy, a man is here to see you," Madam Rosalie said with a smile.

"Thank you, Madam," Fancy said curtsying. She immediately recognized the man as Albus Dumbledore.

Rosalie left the two of them alone. They went through the whole you're a witch and Fancy pretended to be surprised. She was just glad he didn't recognize her.

He took her shopping for school and took her back to the orphanage waiting patiently to get to Hogwarts.

000

Madam Rosalie dropped her off at the train station with half an hour to spare. With a pair of red headed twins help she got her trunk onto the train.

The train ride was enjoyable. She sat with two people, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. They were kind but Fancy was never good at making friends. The three shared a boat up to the castle. It was just a beautiful as she remembered when her par… when James and Lily brought her here.

Everything was going great until Professor McGonagall opened the door to the Great Hall. Fancy looked up at the head table and almost stopped in shock.

'What are they doing here?!'

James, Lily, Sirius, AND Remus were all sitting at the head table.

'Oh Merlin! They're teachers!'

Fancy took a calming breath and waited for her turn.

"Peyton, Fancy!"

McGonagall placed the hat on her head.

"Well, this is a surprise! Ms. Potter! Or I guess it is Ms. Peyton now."

'Look hat! You tell anyone about what you see in my head and you with regret it!'

"Ah a very Slytherin tactic!"

'Whoa! I am no Slytherin! I can go anywhere else but I refuse to have anything in common with Voldemort.'

"Well, let's see. You are very bright. You could be better if you were given a proper chance. You are brave and loyal. You could go almost anywhere. However the place that stands out the most would be…"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Fancy got up and headed to the cheering Gryffindor table.

The next day she learned that Lily was teaching Muggle Studies, Sirius was teaching the older Defence Classes while Remus taught the younger years with Sirius' help when his time of the month came, and James was the assistant Transfiguration teacher.

Fancy was glad that she didn't see any of them except Remus, very often. No one was suspicious.