Title: Somewhere I Belong
Summary: Due to a prophecy, two people get thrown together long before they even know they're magical.
Disclaimer: I just own the plot and anybody unfamiliar.
Prologue:
"Damn fog"
Patrick muttered, trying to peer through the mist to see the road. His wife Sarah was holding their babygirl Lily in her arms, chatting animatedly while the radio played in the background. He cast a sidewards look, smiling when she caught his eye. Their oldest daughter Petunia was in the backseat, biting on her favourite teddybear and giggling madly when it made a sound. Patrick looked at her through his rear-view mirror. He had never been so happy in his life. Married, having two beautiful daughters, life just couldn't get any better.
Sarah turned off the radio, softly kissing Lily on her forehead.
"She just fell asleep"
She whispered softly, looking at her daughter with love in her eyes. Patrick couldn't resist watching his wife for a few seconds. She looked so...serene. So perfectly in place with that baby in her arms. His right hand left the steeringwheel to touch her knee.
He had just left his hand on her knee for one second. One second that suddenly turned into eternity when he saw something dark coming towards them. He threw himself over his wife, trying to protect both her and the baby.
The parents of four month old Lily Evans would never see her grow up, becoming a beautiful young witch. They would never see her weddingday, never would be able to hold their grandson. Luckily, they also never would have to live to see the day their daughter died.
Lily would never have someone to call mother. She would never be able to bring her boyfriend home and introduce him to her parents. There would always be an empty spot at her weddingday, and in her heart, for the parents she neither knew nor remembered. Lily, young as she was, was alone.
All alone?
No. There was someone who had her best interest at heart. Dumbledore. Only days before he had been talking animatedly to the Divination-professor when suddenly her voice had changed and something very important had been revealed to him.
Thrice they will defy him.
A son will be born, by the sky marked.
The darkest evil he will defeat.
A girl, under the August moon born,
Left bleeding under a tree alone.
A boy, grown up in wealth and fortune,
But sadness with a sister lost.
Thrice they will defy him.
The darkness shall not linger.
As soon as the news of the tragic demise of Patrick and Sarah Evans has reached him – After crashing into a tree, the only survivor was a small four-month-old baby, covered in her parents' blood – he had understood this little girl had to be one of the two people talked about in the prophecy. The other one, he soon remembered, was James Potter, son to Vanessa and Harold (nicknamed Harry) Potter, who had recently lost their babygirl Virginia.
The little girl, whom had been brought to him for safety, was sleeping soundly in a small cradle he had conjured. He watched her for a while, a sad smile on his face. His thumb stroked her cheek and she rippled up her nose like something had disturbed her. He smiled again when she relaxed, nuzzling into the finger that now stroked her hair ever so softly. Little Lily Evans did not know her parents. She never would. But she wasn't alone. He would make sure she'd never be.
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