All was calm and quiet at the Potter's house. Lily potter was rocking her small baby girl in her arms, humming a Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It appeared as though the small black haired baby had fallen asleep in her mother's arms. Lily smiled. Her daughter, Alexandra Lily Potter was finally asleep. It was remarkable how much she resembled both of her parents. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's black hair. Said black haired man sat in a chair by the fire, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
"Lexi finally asleep?" he asked in a whisper. Lily nodded. When James moved to get up though, she shook her head.
"I'll put her in her crib. You finish your paper." Replied Lily. Creeping up the stairs Lily smiled. Even though her family was on Voldemort's hit list, she felt like the happiest women in the world. Her darling girl, her Alexa, had shown her first sign of magic today. When their cat, Belle, had been passing by the doorway of the living room, Alexandra had shouted "Kitty!" and Belle had flown towards her. Lily felt as if nothing could go wrong. Voldemort had no way of finding them as long as Peter stayed firm. And Lily trusted Peter, all the Marauder's really, with her life. She knew that Sirius was suspicious of Remus, but Lily just couldn't see him being the spy. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard a little kid scream and felt a sudden sense of foreboding. Looking out the window of Alexandra's nursery, she saw a little boy running to his mother. Lily found it strange, but not too concerning. It was Halloween after all. Setting her wand on the nightstand, Lily gently put her sleeping child in the crib. She gently kissed the child's hair, and was about to pick up her wand when she heard a crash from below.
Racing down the stairs she found her husband with his wand trained on the door. At first Lily didn't realize what was wrong. All seemed fine. But then she realized that there was a broken panel of glass from the door was shattered on the floor. Cursing herself for forgetting her wand, she grabbed a lamp and held it like a baseball bat. With baited breath she waited for her attacker. Just when she thought her husband was being paranoid, the door blew off its hinges pushing James and Lily back a few feet. In stepped Voldemort and Peter.
"You." Gasped James clutching his ribs. "You betrayed us Peter!" Voldemort smiled cruelly.
"You always did put too much trust in your friends James." He sneered. "Expelliarmus." He added with a lazy flick of his wand. James scrambled to his feet.
"Lily! Go! Get Alexandra and run! I'll hold him off!" he yelled holding up his fists. Lily stayed paralyzed, too scared to move. Voldemort laughed.
"Oh, I'm not here to kill you." He said. James and Lily shared looks of confusion. Was he here to capture and torture them? Voldemort seemed to know what they were thinking.
"I'm not here to capture you either. Or harm you in any way. No. I'm here for the girl." Voldemort replied. "So give her to me and you will be rewarded." He said smugly. Lily paled. No. not her Alex. Finally gaining control of her legs, she ran upstairs. She was not going to let anyone touch her baby girl. She heard the sound of Voldemort shouting "Stupefy" from downstairs. So he was telling the truth. He just wanted Alexandra. Ripping open the door, she grabbed her daughter and tried to activate the Floo Network. It didn't work. Lily was getting desperate. She could hear the pounding of feet on the stairs and knew she was running out of time. In her panic, she didn't remember the wand that was sitting harmlessly on the nightstand.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" asked a cold voice from behind her. Lily turned and gasped. Voldemort stood there, wand pointed at her, and a smirk on his face. Lily put her daughter back in the crib, and stood in front of her, as if that would protect the now awake one-year-old. She started to plead with Voldemort.
"Please not Lexi! Don't take her! Please! Take me instead! But don't take my Lexi!" she begged the murderer, but he was beyond reason. Stunning her, he turned to the crying girl.
"Avada Kedavra!" he proclaimed pointing his wand at the innocent child. But something happened. The girl didn't die. Instead, he was blasted backwards, ripped from his body, and became nothing but a shadow of his former self. Voldemort vowed he would be back, and went out in search of weak prey to possess. Wormtail would be perfect, but he had a job to do. Peter knew this, so he snatched up Alexandra and ran from the house. As soon as he got outside the wards, he avapporated to a Muggle town. There, he fed the child a bottle full of silver liquid. It wasn't milk though. It was a very strong fake memory. In the memory, Lily and James would decide that because Alexandra killed Voldemort, she was too dangerous to keep. So they left her on a sidewalk and told the world she was dead. Alexandra would most likely be found by muggles and grow up hating her parents. The wizarding world would believe her dead, and nobody would be any wiser. But Peter's plan didn't exactly work. You see, back with the Potters, James and Lily realized what must have far as they knew, their little girl was dead. Lost forever. They immediately contacted Dumbledore and the Auors. The Auors went after Wormtail, and found him a couple blocks from where he had left Alexandra. He was sent to Azkaban without a trial. Convinced they would never see their precious daughter again, the Potters, Remus, and Sirius all took up jobs at Hogwarts, and threw themselves into their work. Lily and James swore to never have any more children. Lily taught muggle studies, and Remus helped in the hospital wing and with Hagrid's creatures. Sirius became a substitute defense teacher until one could be found. And James became the head of Gryffindor. He didn't teach a class, but was a figure the members of his house could go to if they needed to talk. They went on everyday living out life with a hole in their hearts, positive they would never see Alexandra Lily Potter again. But fate had other plans.
Meanwhile, a muggle police officer by the name of Cleo Margret Xander was driving down the road, deep in thought. Her husband had just told her that he was a wizard, and their two daughters Kaylee (3) and Vivian (1) were both witches. She would have normally asked him how much he had drank that day, but as soon as he told her, her two girls did very magical things. After pulling out his wand and doing some tricks, Cleo was convinced that Carson Xander was a wizard. She had told him she needed fresh air, and had taken her cruiser for a drive. Cleo was just about to go home when she heard the sound of a baby crying. Looking out her window, she saw a young girl, probably Vivian's age, on the sidewalk. Her black hair was matted, and her green eyes were full of tears. On her forehead was a lightning bolt shaped scar. Cleo immediately leapt from her car and scooped up the baby. Cradling the girl, Cleo drove home.
"Carson?" she exclaimed as she walked through the door. "I found this poor girl on the side walk." Cleo's husband came running from the other room. He stopped dead when he saw the child his wife was referring to.
"That's Alexandra Potter!" he said shocked. Cleo tilted her head in confusion.
"How do you know her name?" she asked.
"Her parents are famous in the wizarding world." He replied. "So where are her parents?" questioned Cleo. Carson shrugged.
"I don't know. But I can find out."
"By what? Reading her mind?" she asked sarcastically. Carson nodded. "In a manner of speaking, yes." Before Cleo could do more than sputter, he leaned down and gazed into Alexandra's eyes. After a minute he pulled back with a scowl on his face. Cleo frowned.
"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.
"I'll tell you what! She accidentally killed the most powerful murderer in our world, and her parents left her on the side of the road because she's dangerous. And now they're telling anyone who will listen that's she's dead!" Cleo gasped.
"That's horrible!" she exclaimed. "What do we do? We cannot send her back to her parents!" Carson looked thoughtful for a few minutes, before smiling.
"We'll blood adopt her." He replied. Upon seeing the look his wife was giving him, he chuckled and elaborated. "Blood adopting is when you adopt someone and they become your child in everything. Blood as well. If we change her name, there will be no proof that she was ever Alexandra Potter. It also changes her appearance to match what it would look like if you really gave birth to her." He explained. Now Cleo was smiling as well.
"Perfect! We can name her Isadora after your mother." Said Cleo. But Carson frowned.
"Wouldn't you rather give her a Spanish name?" he asked. Cleo rolled her eyes.
"Just because Vivian has a Spanish name and I'm Hispanic doesn't mean our new daughter needs one." Cleo said annoyed. Carson raised his hands in surrender.
"All right! All right! Fine. As long as her middle name is Cleo." Cleo rolled her eyes again, but agreed. They did the ceremony. The child's hair was no longer a matted but straight black. Now it was curly and light brown. It was the same color as Vivian's but as curly as Cleo's and Kaylee's. Her skin darkened, but wasn't the same caramel as Cleo's and Kaylee's. It also wasn't as light as Vivian's or Carson's. Her dark green eyes turned a lighter shade of green to match Kaylee's and her new father's. Alexandra Lily Potter was now Isadora Cleo Xander. Her survival would stay secret for the next thirteen years.