DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER! THOSE RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO J.K. ROWLING! (Except Alia...and any other invented characters...they're mine! lol)
Prologue – (Time set: Year Harry Potter Was Born)
Lily was full of child and simply glowing with happiness. She did less and less for the Order during her time of pregnancy, but she knew once she had her baby, she could go back to fighting against the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort. She had just come home from the store to find James pacing in the kitchen.
"What's wrong dear?" she asked, coming over to lay a hand on his arm.
He stopped his pacing to look down at his beautiful wife. James sighed and brought her hand to his lips in a small kiss. "My love, my wife," he began, "We have to go into hiding. Voldemort is after us now, targeting only us. We leave tonight."
"But James, what about our baby?" she asked, clutching her hand over her eight month pregnant tummy.
James took her into a warm gentle hug and kissed the top of her red hair. "It'll be alright. We'll keep our child safe, Voldemort or no."
Three weeks later, they were settled into their new hidden cottage deep in the forest. James hadn't been happy with the change of his Secret Keeper, but everyone had said it would be for the best. He was seated at his desk in his workroom, mulling over all the coded information he'd just received. Lily was in the kitchen, he knew, washing the dishes.
Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen and James went flying from the room, wand at the ready and a curse in his mind.
Lily was on the floor, clutching her stomach and moaning in pain. There was a broken dish left forgotten beside her as James rushed to her side.
"What happened? What's wrong?" he asked over and over, checking for any loss of blood or something dangerous.
Her breathing seemed to calm a bit, but Lily contorted her face into a grimace a few minutes later. "The…baby…is here," she managed to hiss through clenched teeth.
James's eyes went wide and his mind went into panic mode. He had no clue what to do, much less how to help. Should he bring her to a muggle doctor near by? Should he just let her deliver it herself? Who should he call? Lily let out another groan and James was already on his feet. He knew whom he'd call. Getting to the fireplace, he hurriedly shouted the spell that would connect his fireplace to Dumbledore's.
Two hours of mind and body wracking labor later, Lily's baby was beginning to show. Dumbledore was holding one of Lily's hands and James was at the other. Madame Pomfrey was between her legs, encouraging her to push more as the woman tried to gently pull the baby all the way out. Despite the whole situation, Dumbledore was gently sipping tea with his other hand and looked perfectly un-harassed. Where as James looked like he might faint every time Madame Pomfrey said 'push'.
Lily seemed to be doing perfect, according to the nurse. Just a little more. Come on. A little more.
A tiny wail erupted into the room the next moment. Madame Pomfrey cut the cord and tied it with ease, then hurried the baby into the other room to clean it. It only took but a few waves of her wand before she came toddling back into the living room where the baby had been delivered.
"Congratulations Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter," she said, handing the new mother her baby. "It's a boy."
Lily, covered in sweat and red in the face, took her child and held it cradled in her arms for the first time. She cooed to him and rubbed her nose to his. Her baby. She loved the sound of it. She'd always protect him. No matter what. Although focused on her baby, Lily could still feel the uncomfortable pangs of contractions. She reluctantly handed over her baby to James before looking down at Madame Pomfrey who was now looking rather surprised.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Lily asked.
Madame Pomfrey merely instructed Lily to breath deeply, in and out and work with her. After another grueling seven minutes, Lily felt the pain subside and heard a baby's crying. Her head snapped over in the direction of her son, but found he was not the one crying. Madame Pomfrey had already hurried from the room, leaving Lily confused.
Several moments passed before she came back, bearing another bundle. James and Lily both looked at each other, astounded.
Madame Pomfrey smiled and handed Lily her second child. "Congrats again, Mr. and Mrs. Potter," she said, "You've had twins. Here's your baby girl."
A/N: YAY! Finished the Prologue. Don't worry, the moment I post this, I'm working on the next part. I had a dream about this story, that's why I'm writing it. Please review and tell me what you think! It'll help me get fueled to write more! R&R! Btw, I'm rating this M for now, but it might go up later. Depends.
