Disclaimer: Yah you pesky thing move away and don't come back! Everyone knows I don't own Harry Potter! In short, don't own, don't sue. You can't win much anyway!

A/N: Anyone who might know this story--I rewrote Lys And Lynn: Who Are You Anyway and came up with this. It's more childhood, less Hogwarts so far. I endeavored not to make it too Mary-Sue...tell me how well I'm succeeding.

On with the story! (Just a Prologue, they won't all be this short)

Late November 1984

Natalie Louise Potter smiled at her father, James Andrew Potter, as they walked down the park path. Amanda Meghan Potter swung Lily Anne Potter's hand back and forth, giggling at the birds in front of them as she walked with her mother. The two-year-old girls were blissfully unaware of the fact that their parents were (quite understandably) presumed to be dead and that their older brother, Harry James Potter, aka The Boy Who Lived, was in the custody of magic-hating Vernon and Petunia Dursley, their aunt and uncle through their mother.

"Mama," Amanda giggled. Lily Potter smiled absently, mind working furiously. James picked Natalie up and twirled her around. The little girl screamed with laughter as James set her back down. He looked questioningly at Lily, who waved his concern away. She thought back to the Halloween of 1981.

Lily and James should have been dead. A few months after they'd gone under the Fidelius Charm, Sirius Black, James's best friend, had convinced them to change their Secret-Keeper from him to Peter Pettigrew, another of James's friends. They had (rather stupidly, she saw now) consented. Soon after, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had informed them that Peter was in fact a servant of Lord Voldemort and was waiting to hand over the Potters. He had received this information because he was the head of the Order of the Phoenix (a secret society that was focused on defeating Lord Voldemort). Lord Voldemort, a freakishly powerful evil wizard, was on the warpath to "purify" the magical people, ridding it of all Muggleborn witches (Lily) and wizards (or magical people with non-magic parents) and anyone else he considered impure. Peter had somehow agreed with the madman's views.

Natalie gazed up at her mother, who leaned down and offered the little girl a pig-a-back ride. She accepted. Lily smiled and straightened as the family continued down the path, James now lost in thought as he led Amanda down the path, unknowingly considering the same subject as Lily: Their almost-deaths and the circumstances surrounding them, which James would give anything to change.

James had been all for changing Secret-Keepers right then and killing Peter for lying so severely to them, but the ever-sensible Lily had restrained him. Professor Dumbledore had already concocted a plan. He charmed the Potters' friend Mary, who occasionally doubled as Harry's babysitter, to look exactly like Lily—she had volunteered. Her husband had volunteered to masquerade as James, while the real James and Lily found a good hiding place. When the Dark Lord had come to call on Halloween, it had not been Lily and James that died for Harry. It had been Mary and Matthew Arthurs, other old school friends, who had also loved Harry so much that they'd die for him. Not that Lily and James wouldn't have. In fact, when James had thought about it, if Dumbledore had not insisted that he needed them for the Order, he would have easily done so. Now, though, the family had to masquerade (in public) as Andrew, Anne, Amanda, and Natalie McDonald. James had dyed his unruly hair brown, and Lily had dyed hers blonde. Amanda and Natalie were too young to have any sort of distinctive hair, but they appeared to be heading for the black hair also. Their eyes were Lily's brilliant emerald green. The young family regretted the loss of their son, but it was necessary for the wizarding world (and especially their son) to remain safe and, in Harry's case, anonymous.

"Andrew?" Lily asked tentatively. James shook his head, holding out his arms to his little daughter. Amanda giggled and rushed into her father's waiting arms. The little girl said clearly, "Daddy, fast!" James sighed, looked at Lily, who shrugged. James set off at top speed down the path, the baby now on his back chortling as the wind rushed over her face. Lily grimaced. "You're raising me a couple of Quidditch players," she complained. James just smiled, his mind skipping to the matter of his young daughter. Who was she exactly? She wasn't Amanda McDonald, though that was her public façade. She was Amanda Potter. No one and nothing else.

"Daddy, stop!" the twenty-five-month-old cried out. James slowed to a stop, letting the girl off his back. Lily took Amanda's hand and James took Natalie's. They continued on down the path.

When Natalie and Amanda attended Hogwarts, they'd have to go as Natalie and Amanda McDonald. James knew that. But why was it so hard to accept? After all, he himself was acting the part of someone who had never existed. James often wondered when exactly they were planning to tell the wizarding world that they'd survived. So far, only Dumbledore knew their secret…And Lily seemed to be planning to keep it that way. He sighed imperceptibly and focused his attention back on his daughters.

A/N: SO whatcha think? TELL ME!

Luv, LysPotter