Author's Note: Okay, so this is a one-shot that could be turned into a story. This would be the prequel. I'll leave this as in progress, and if I get, say 15 reviews or so, I'll actually turn this into a story, but I warn you, I've got...two in progress works already, in addition to four other works that I'm trying to get started up. Anyways, this is a short one-shot, and the basic idea is that Lily was pregnant when she died. I know, I know, this is fanon, and everyone on tumblr is mumbling about it, but hey, I kind of like this idea. As it is, I feel weird naming the girl Anastasia after that wonderful (note sarcasm) Twilight fan fiction that usurped Queen Rowling's control. In any case, Twilight, and that are both horrible contributions to literature and should never have been published.


Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter. I sort of own this idea, but I got it from a fanon contribution in a Harry Potter forum.


"Lily, take Harry and run!" a man, my father, yelled.

Pounding feet, up up up the stairs, turning, and than, to the nursery, where Harry lived.

"Mumma loves you, Daddy loves you, Harry. Oh, little Ana, we'll go together and we'll be okay, baby girl. You'll be okay."

Crying, from Mum, and than a door banging open. Footsteps, and a man's serpentine laugh. A raspy, evil laugh. "Step aside, silly girl. Step aside, and your life will be spared."

"No! Take me instead!"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Mum fell down, taking me with her, and slowly, I felt myself slow down. My heartbeat, my blood flowing, went ba-dump...ba-dump...ba-dum...ba-dump...ba...ba...b…

Everything was gone. Everything was quiet.


Author's Note: So, what do you think? Do you want to see what it's like for Ana on the other side?