A/N/ stuff you should know: Sirius got married and Harry and Ice got married.
Disclaimer: thanx to Sam for use of Icicle, everything else belongs to JK Rowling….
" Happy Birthday darling " was how Icicle Potter's day began.
As she lie in bed she wondered who enjoyed her birthdays more, her or her dad.
She rolled over and buried her head in the pillow, "happy birthday to me" she muttered sleepily.
" Stop talking to yourself and get up, you have a visitor, " Sirius said watching her from the doorway.
Icicle stood up, " okay, okay im up " she groaned.
Sirius snapped the door shut and Icicle listened to his footsteps until they faded away, she pulled the T-shirt she had slept in over her head and grinned at it, she had brought it at the Quidditch World Cup and the T-shirt was full of memories.
She smiled as she walked into Sirius's living room, Sirius's wife Elizabeth was sitting beside him on the sofa.
" Morning Elizabeth " Icicle said happily, when Sirius and Elizabeth had married; Elizabeth had asked Icicle to call her 'mum' but Icicle never had.
Elizabeth pursed her lips, Icicle had her own house but Sirius had invited her to spend her birthday at theirs and Elizabeth wasn't too keen on Icicle, she however made an effort for Sirius's sake.
Sirius stood up, " I have a surprise for you " he said putting one arm across her shoulder.
" Come to the kitchen and you'll see " he said guiding her into the hall.
" Close your eyes " he told her, Icicle smiled and shut her eyes.
Sirius led her into the kitchen and told her to open her eyes.
Icicle giggled slightly and opened her eyes; leaning against the fire heavily tanned was Harry Potter.
He put his arms around her and lifted her up, Icicle felt Sirius leave the room.
Harry kissed her on the head and rested his chin there, " Happy Birthday ".
" You're supposed to be in Peru " Icicle whispered.
" I took the week off " he told her.
Icicle kissed him on the lips, " what happened " she asked gently touching the large bruise on his cheek.
Harry sighed in memory, " Bludger " he murmured.
Someone coughed from across the room, Icicle turned around.
" Cake?" It was Ron carrying a large cake box; Harry dropped his hand from her waist as she walked over to Ron.
" You shouldn't have, " she said and kissed him on the cheek, Ron went pink and grinned.
" Save it for Harry " he joked winking at Harry.
" I'll get some plates shall I? " she said opening the cupboard, Harry was looking at her weird but she ignored it.
" Best cake I ever had was at your wedding " Ron told them, Icicle thought back to the day her and Harry had got married.
Ron had been best man and she could picture him with a slice of cake in his hand.
Harry suddenly thought of something, " Ron…come see the new broom I got today ".
Harry and Ron went outside, Icicle sat down and picked up the Daily Prophet.
You-know-who strikes again!
Last night several hundred people were killed in a mass murder carried out by you-know-who.
The Ministry of magic are on red alert, and anyone seeing anything suspicious should send an owl to them straight away.
The many people all killed by the curse's family's are being contacted this morning.
People are advised not to leave their houses and to keep children indoors.
A draught blew from somewhere in the kitchen and Icicle decided to go get a sweater.
The curtains were still drawn in her room; she crossed the room to open them.
A cold hand clasped over her mouth, she tried to scream but couldn't.
" Icicle Potter the master requested your presence " a squeaky voice told her.
Icicle had no way of escape; the man with the squeaky voice held a sharp blade to her neck.
" You will be quiet " he told her and removed his hand from her mouth.
Icicle turned around to look at her captor; the man was quite short and had watery eyes.
" You look like your mother, " the man said smiling weekly.
Icicle was sure she had never met this man but he seemed to know her and her mother.
The man waved a wand, they were travelling very fast but as soon as Icicle began to feel sick they stopped.
They were in a large stone room; there was a chair at one end of the room and a large snake.
" Icicle Potter " a cold voice rang through the room " you are the wife of Harry Potter…you know Harry's story, I have killed every member of his family… " The voice echoed around Icicle's head.
" No " she shouted, " no..Harry has me…im his family ".
A high pitched cackle that hurt her ears absorbed into the walls, " correction you are bait…Harry will come for you and when he does".
The chair swung around, a middle aged man sat in the chair. This was not voldemort's body but someone he had taken over. He ran a finger across his neck.
" Bring her here " he snapped at the short man who had brought her in the room. He pushed her across the room so she was a metre away from Voldemort.
" He will come for you " he laughed.
Voldemort leaned forward and grabbed her round the waist, he pulled her close until they were nose to nose.
Icicle struggled as he kissed her on the lips but his grip was too firm.
" I hate you " she hissed, " kill me and leave Harry "
Voldemort shook a long finger " 'tis the opposite, I will kill Harry…I have another use for you " he told her with an evil smile.
Icicle cringed, " I would rather die ".
He cackled again but stopped suddenly and stared at her wide eyed " but this is excellent " he waved the short man over to him " go get Lucious ".
Lucious Malfoy scowled at Icicle, " Black…"
Voldemort looked gleeful, "no she's a Potter now" he told him.
Lucious Malfoy smiled realising Voldemort's plan.
" But you have not heard the best part Lucious…Mrs.Potter here is with child "
Icicle's faced dropped " child…no there's no "
Voldemort smiled " another generation of a Potter to whipe out….and how will Harry feel knowing that his wife is about to be killed at the hands of voldemort whilst expecting his baby "
He laughed harshly and pushed Icicle into a wall to his side, a silent tear ran down her face.
" Harry " she whispered.
A/N…that was a really bad fanfic