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Rated T for: Mild swearing, occasional dark themes

Special Thanks: to my wonderful beta, Renaly, who technically isn't a beta but she's mine nonetheless. Also huge thanks to twipotterfreak28 for allowing me to adopt her story as my own. Also thanks to my readers and the new ones that are to come. All of your support is amazing and I could never say how grateful I am for everything.


Our Twisted Little World

Happiness is a Day Short-Lived


It had seemed like forever ago since the wizarding world had last experienced the terror that had plagued every witch and wizard- no matter the age- into silence. And although much time would have to pass before everything would return to the normalcy that had once been commonplace, the death of Lord Voldemort was proving to be a good stimulus everywhere: from the Ministry of Magic all the way to the warmth and comfort of the Burrow. Occasionally a voice would appear through the restoring calm, claiming that history was doomed to repeat itself; that Voldemort was bound to reappear once again and ensure his dominance and seek his bloodthirsty revenge. But the voices never lasted long, only causing a small ripple in the growing calm.

Years had passed since that faithful day—the day that Harry Potter stood up and risked his very life to challenge the Dark Lord. Many lives were lost, and even more tears shed when all hope was believed to be lost as Hargrid carried Harry in his arms, seemingly lifeless. But light, just like in the fairy tales that were told to children in hushed whispers, fought against the piercing darkness and shone through brighter than ever before. Though many lives were lost over the years that the darkness suppressed the light, the happy ending was promised and delivered.

Not long after, more joyous occasions sprouted up, bringing up a period of great celebration. Two Weasley siblings—a family many people spoke of in lowered whispers of having suffered the loss of too many great friends and family, all of them outstandingly brave witches and wizards—were married not too long after Voldemort's demise. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had a wonderful wedding which all of the wizarding community seemed to have found a way to attend. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger soon followed suit, the wedding this time being much smaller and kept to family and close friends only. Everyone was ecstatic over the happy couples, and even more blessings were to come.

With the Weasley family seeming to grow bigger every minute, it wasn't long until the youngest of the fiery-haired children belonging to Molly and Arthur gave birth to her own son. It was a young, tiny rascal who the new parents had named James Sirius Potter. Like his namesake, it wasn't long until he was getting into everything, even before he was able to walk. Harry and Ginny loved their son unconditionally, and soon their love grew when they discovered that once again she was with child. To add onto the happy affair, Hermione and Ron were quick to announce that their family was soon to grow bigger as well. Once they were born, the two beautiful children were named Rose and Albus.

Both of the parents, all close friends, enjoyed taking the children to outings where they would spend endless hours running through fields and hiding behind trees for fun. James was already beginning to grow and was able to totter around excitedly in search of an adventure hidden amongst the wildflowers. At least once a week the Potter and Weasley family took their small children to play out in the expansive field, staying until the sun would begin to dip below the horizon and James was barely able to keep his eyes opened.

Seasons continued to move along as the world began to settle down into the predictability that came with a life that lacked danger, though for most each passing day was filled with joy and laughter. A few more years passed and soon the two couples were once again expecting another addition to the growing family. Nine months flew by before Lily and Hugo were born, each to smiling parents and curious siblings. Though from time to time some jealousies arose from each child, believing their parents to have discarded them in favor of their new sibling, there was always enough love being shown to everyone that any envy for the new child soon disappeared and was replaced with love and more curious questions. Mainly from James, that is.

It wasn't long until the youngest of the Potter's, Lily, was old enough to stumble about and string small words together. Albus was only slightly better off than his younger sister, and James walked around easily with a smile always on his face. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione still tried their best to take the children out to the countryside, though visits were becoming few and far between as their responsibilities increased. The visits shortened; from once a week to once every two. Soon it dwindled down to where they were only able to bring the whole family down to the beautiful place once a month. It quickly became the most anxiously-awaited day of each month, the children getting so excited at times that they were unable to sleep. All they could think about the night before was visiting the field of tall grass and flowers and finding something new and exciting that they hadn't found the last visit. The place had become magical, a children's fairy tale come true.

It was on a day like that—a magical, wondrous day where anything could happen—that an incident even their worst fears could not create occurred in the midst of a warm summer's day.

Harry smiled as he helped the kids out of the beat-up Muggle car that Arthur had given them years ago when he learned that his only daughter was soon to be a proud new parent. Ginny had insisted at first that the gift was unnecessary, but Arthur only responded with an excited smile and a small explanation that Muggle cars were wonderful for transporting families around. Ever since Harry and Ron had trashed the last one in the Whomping Willow in their youth, Arthur was determined to some day go back to tinkering with the strange Muggle inventions. There was no happiness that could compete when Ginny and Harry agreed to let Arthur give them the car. Though Molly still disapproved, she too smiled whenever she saw her grandchildren in the back.

Excited for the day they had long been waiting for, Albus and James scrambled out of the back seat as quickly as they could, running as fast as their small legs could carry them while Lily cried out for them to slow down, her own uneasy feet trying to catch up. Hermione helped Hugo out of the backseat while Rose got out, holding tightly onto Ron's old copy of the Tales of Beedle the Bard. Ron and Harry set up the area where they would all have lunch while Ginny kept a close eye on the children running about excitedly.

"James, slow down, you'll hurt yourself!" she called out worriedly. Her eldest son smiled back, slowing down only until she moved her eyes away from him. Harry chuckled as he watched the children run around, playing games and looking around for some object their imagination could conjure up for an adventure. At one point he saw Albus walking, holding out a particularly long blade of grass as if it was a sword.

"They'll be fine, Ginny," he reassured her, kissing her cheek when she sat down beside him and his childhood friends.

Smiling back at him, she nodded her head in agreement as she turned back to watch as they all continued to run about, not a care in the world. "They're growing up so fast..."

"Don't worry," Hermione chimed in with a comforting grin. "They're still only children. Time flies, yes, but at least we'll all have moments like these to remember."

"Yea, 'till we're saddled with another tyke," Ron added jokingly, causing Hermione to give him a stern look. The gaze didn't last long though as soon she was smiling along with him.

"Mummy! Daddy! Look what Lily found!" Albus called out, the surprise and joy in his voice barely contained as he grabbed his younger sister's hand and dragged her over to the two parents.

Inspecting the small item in her child's hand, Ginny grinned as she saw it was a tiny mushroom. "Do you think it's magic, Mummy?"

"What kind of magic?" Harry asked, leaning forward to inspect the small fungus. Lily stretched out her hands, holding the precious mushroom carefully for fear that it would disappear.

"Fairy magic," she whispered.

"Fairies don't have magic, stupid," James said, walking up behind the two. "Everyone knows that."

"They do to!" Lily argued, cupping the mushroom close to her.

"Do not!"

"Do to!"

"Actually," a small voice said, interrupting the argument. Hermione grinned as Rose sat up from where she was comfortably reading her book and looked at the two. "Fairies have magic, only it's really weak. Only enough to keep them safe."

"See James? You don't know anything," Albus said, sticking his tongue out at the older boy.

"Oh, hush you."

"Now, boys, behave," Ginny said before turning back to Lily and carefully easing her hands open again. "I think you and Rose are right, Lily," she whispered as they both stared down at the small mushroom. "I do believe that that is fairy magic."

Sharing a knowing smile with his wife, Harry reached into his pocket and took out his wand. Muttering under his breath, he watched as his daughter's face lit up with delight as the mushroom began floating out of her hand. Deciding to join in, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny soon got out their wands as well and quickly had all sorts of objects floating around the children. Hermione even went as far as transfiguring a small stone into a fairy for the enjoyment of the children.

Soon the children ran off again for more explorations. As James had even put it, there was too much to discover for them to sit around and watch Mum and Dad make things float. Every once in awhile, one of the kids would return for a small snack and a drink before going back to playing. The day was just as wonderful as all the other times before, and like many times before the happy parents lounged about and talked while the kids stood off in the distance, entranced by the world and their imagination.


The day had gone by quickly, just as it always did whenever Ginny and Harry brought their three active kids to their favorite playground. Already the sun was setting and she and Hermione had gone out to fetch the children while Ron and Harry packed up. Lily and Albus were found together, having fallen asleep under an oak tree. In Lily's hand was the stone Hermione had transfigured earlier, clutched tightly as she smiled in her sleep.

The other kids were just as easy to find. Hugo hardly left his mother's side, and Rose had hardly moved an inch from where she sat down with her book. The only one left to find was James, as was usually the case. And, like all the times before, Ginny was sent out to find and retrieve her mischievous son while Hermione made sure all the other kids were comfortable.

"James!" she called out. "James, it's time to go home!"

"I don't wanna!" his voice, from the thickest of the tall grass, cried out stubbornly.

Ginny chuckled at her son, knowing all too well the last game he always insisted on playing. "Don't make me come after you..."

"Catch me if you can!" he immediately called out, springing up from the foliage and darting between the trees ahead of him. Laughing, Ginny chased after him, close on his heels.

Though she had kept a close eye on him, it wasn't long until he took advantages of the shadows and quickly disappeared. Thinking that he had hidden behind a tree, Ginny walked up to an aged tree and moved around the trunk of it, looking for her son. Her hand, feeling the rough and scarred bark, kept close to the large trunk as she spun around it several times, thinking that James was only outrunning her.

Hearing a large crack, she stopped and looked ahead, smiling. "James," she chimed, "I found you."

Another large crack, from above this time, followed by a loud scream was all she heard before everything went black.


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