Chapter 1: Ten years ago

One night about ten years ago in the small village of Godric's Hollow lived a small family having a quiet evening to themselves. This family was not a normal one. They were in fact a magical family who were in danger from a dark wizard. The father and mother sat on the loveseat watching their twin children play on the floor.

The baby boy had scruffy black hair like his father and bright green eyes like the mother. However, the girl had dark hair but with red highlights and deep brown eyes. Suddenly, a dark hooded figure appeared outside and burst the door open. The father jumped off the couch and yelled to the mother, "It's him. Go, grab the babies, and get out of here. I'll hold him off."

Without a word the mother scrammed off of the couch and picked up the children from the floor and headed up the stairs. The father turned to face the figure. He had no weapon for he had forgotten his wand in his and his wife's bedroom believing they were not in trouble. Green light flashed down the hall hitting the father square in the chest and he dropped to the floor, dead.

The hooded figure proceeded up the stairs, stepping over the dead father on the floor. He blew through the door of the nursery where the mother stood protecting her children.

The dark figure spoke to the mother in a creepy, snakelike voice. "Stand aside girl and you shall live."

The woman spoke hysterically for she was not armed with her wand either. "Please not Harry. Not Kelly. Please."

"Stand aside, you stupid girl." Finally, the figure sent another flash of green light hitting the woman and she fell too like her husband.

The dark figure turned to the two children in the crib, holding each other fiercely with tears streaming down their chubby baby cheeks. Another bright green flash filled the room.

The house exploded from within. There in the ruins lay the two children, barely three feet from each other, untouched. The dark hooded figure was nowhere in sight.

Crack! A woman in a dark blue cloak appeared on the sidewalk. She had black curly hair and deep brown eyes. She rushed into the ruins and found the father's and the mother's bodies. She wept over the bodies. Then she heard a small noise and saw the little baby girl. She ran to her and picked up the small baby in her arms. A small lightning shaped scar, fresh, appeared on the baby's neck. The tip of the bolt just below the girl's earlobe running along her neck to her collarbone.

Just then a loud noise sounded in the black night coming closer and closer to the wreckage. The woman twisted on the spot taking the child with her, in order to keep her from harm. Little did she know what would become of the innocent baby she had rescued.