"Lily? Lily? Lily, what's wrong?!" James Potter desperately asked his wife.

"I was just trying to clean out the attic and ouch—"Lily Potter put a hand to her stomach. "Oh James it hurts, it hurts so much."

Lily Potter was never someone to complain so when she did, James knew it was serious. James helped his wife in a chair before spotting the small silver box next to her.

"Oh, I see you have found Aunt Milford's powder box." James laughed.

"Her what? I thought I would just peak inside and it just exploded in my face—"

"Don't worry its not dangerous—well it is, Aunt Milford almost went mad because of it, but only because she didn't know about the neutralizer—"

"James, you're not making any sense" Lily said sternly, still clutching her stomach.

"Oh right, Accio neutralizer" James said with a quick motion of the wand. A small green bottle came zooming out of the piles of clutter and screeched to a halt an inch from Lily's face.

"You were never really good at that spell, were you?" Lily Teased.

"Oh, well it's hard to please a Charm's prodigy. You know, Transfiguration has always been my stronger suit." James teased back.

"Anyways drink up, it should get rid of that dizzy feeling you got, drove my poor Aunt Milford mad, of course it was before the time they knew about the side effects of Gerzer powder."

Lily downed the small green bottle in a gulp.

"Ahhhh, much better" She sighed before jumping to her feet.

"You know, we really must sort out this junk." Lily said looking around at the mountains of rubbish.

"Hey! It's not junk. There are millenniums of Potter history in here. Clutter is a Potter tradition." James said proudly.

"A tradition we don't want to pass down to Harry. Where is Harry by the way?"

"He is sleeping. Sirius' new birthday gift really tired him out—Lily! Are you all right?"

Lily had fallen to the ground, clutching her stomach for the second time that day.

"My stomach. There is something there. I need a healer." Lily gritted between her teeth, trying to suppress the pain.

"You don't think this could be a Death Eater trap?" James supposed. Lily clenched his hand more tightly.

"I don't know. I can't…I can't… Get Mari…" Lily heaved, struggling to push words from her mouth.

"Hang in there" And without another word James Potter flew down the attic stairs, and Lily saw the last of his messy black hair before she blacked out.

"Lily? Lily? Can you hear me? James you've got to wave the Pixy Salts three inches from her face not stick them in her nose."

Lily jolted straight.

"Worked anyways," James replied sheepishly.

Lily looked around the room. She was in her bedroom, but she was just in the attic… How did she… Of course! A flood of memories returned to her. Marigold MacDonald, a good friend from Hogwarts, stood beside her bed. Her wild black hair and dark eyes contrasted sharply with her white St. Mungo's robe. She was eccentric, but a trustworthy friend none the less.

"Lily, I don't want you to be alarmed. But I need you to take this potion." Mari handed her a silver goblet. "Just trust me, Lils."

Lily Potter nodded and proceeded to gulp the potion down. Yuck, that was disgusting.

"Not, very nice was it. I would have diluted it with pumpkin juice but that would have suppressed its purpose. Don't worry it's just a simple potion to mend your internal tissues, you'll be up and running in a week."

Lily wasn't listening; she was staring at the glass box in the corner of the room that contained a very small floating pink creature.

"What. Is. That." Lily said pointing at the glass box.

"Now, I know you must be very alarmed. But you have to understand the Portori Neutralizer acted as an antidote to the Gerzer powder that got caught in your lungs, but it also reacted against other strong magical forces inside your body it saw as a threat—"

"Simply put that's our daughter." James said cutting Marigold off. "The Neutralizer thought the fetus was a parasite and tried to penetrate its outer lining.

Lily was lost for words. She had a daughter. Lily and James Potter had a daughter. She didn't even know she was pregnant. How could this happen? Lily could feel tears welling in her eyes.

"Is it—is she alright?" Lily croaked.

"Fortunately, I was able to remove the baby before any harm was done but I will have to keep it in an Elicoptic Womb until it is fully developed." Marigold responded very matter of factly.

"Sorry, a what?"

"Elicoptic womb, it stimulates the same environment that encourages the fetus to grow without actually being in a witch's womb."

"Is it healthy?" Lily asked with increasing concern.

"Rest assured your daughter will grow to her full potential in an Elicoptic womb. In fact for a while in the 1890s parents of witches and wizards preferred to use them. That was of course until they were banned by the Ministry of Magic in 1898." Marigold rambled.

"They are illegal?" Lily said in disbelief.

"Oh don't worry only because there was too much demand and St. Mungos was severely understaffed for the job. It takes a lot of training to grow a baby out of it's natural womb. Wouldn't want your baby having five heads."

"Has that happened!?"

"Once, I think. But don't worry I'm a specialist." Marigold flashed a grin that only made Lily more uneasy.

"Plus this isn't strictly illegal." Marigold added.

"What do you mean?" James asked.

"Between the two of you I work in the Unspeakable Ward."

"What does that mean?" James asked, intrigued.

"Well, I can't speak about it. But! I can tell you it gives me permission to use illegal substances and methods."

Lily grabbed James' hand.

"What's going to happen to her?" Lily asked Marigold calmly.

"Well frankly, we can't keep her here. I would have to be in and out of this place constantly, and even my visit today is dangerous. Judging by my age meter, your daughter is only weeks old. Although the development of her magical core is impressive for her age, she will need a lot of care and potions in the following months, even with the age accelerator—"

"You can do that?"

"Oh yes, you can have a healthy bouncing baby girl in just a third of time normal pregnancies take. Two and a half months from now that would be….October 31st! Give or take a few days of course, but let's just say October 31st for precautionary sake."

"So, you're going to take our daughter away for two and a half months and we can't see her?" James asked.

"Well, I highly recommend it. Of course I couldn't do it without your consent."

Lily and James Potter hesitated.

"Would it help if I made and unbreakable vow: to ensure her safety and health until she is returns to the care of her parents?"

And so it was. The daughter of Lily and James Potter was whisked away by their zany but good intentioned friend. And Lily and James Potter said goodbye to their unnamed child for what they thought was two and a half months only never to see her again.

Lily and James were doomed to die.

Their daughter and son were doomed to be orphans.

And Marigold MacDonald was doomed to break her vow.

The eccentric healer knew it was over. She carried a basket bassinet in her right arm and clutched onto her wand in her left. Her dark purple velvet cloak could not contain her wild hair and her dark eyes could not contain her tears.

Her cloaked body cast a shadow away from the burning Potter home. Marigold knew what this meant. Voldemort had come for Lily and James and their baby. Oh, their baby! Little Harry Potter.

Lily and James Potter were dead and Marigold MacDonald knew it. Her right arm, in which she used to make the unbreakable vow, was turning black. Not just that it was shriveling.

"Augmenta" Marigold whispered. A burst of water shot out from her long wand. It did no good. This fire was a result of some very powerful dark magic, anyone—or any body in it would be burned to ashes.

Muggles began to form a crowd in front of the scene and the siren of authorities was approaching. Marigold knew it was time to go.

So Marigold MacDonald left the scene, without knowing Voldemort was dead, without knowing Sirius and Hagrid had already been on the scene and saved little Harry Potter.

All she knew was she could never return the small Potter girl to her parents because they were dead, and because of that she had limited time before she was too. The unbreakable vow was broken and now she must pay the price.

But not before she did everything in her power to ensure the small Potter's safety. She was not going to let Voldemort get her too. If it was the last thing she did. And so it was.

"Mrs. Purrington! I'm afraid there really is nothing we can do!" Ms. Slavic replied for what must have been the hundredth time.

Ms. Slavic was the head caretaker at the Cavendish Orphanage. She was rarely seen without a slick tight bun on her head or thin glasses for her sharp dark eyes. She would not tolerate nonsense from the children and she would certainly not tolerate nonsense from the woman in front of her desk.

Mrs. Purrington however, was everything that Ms. Slavic was not. Her bulging blue eyes were almost as big as her excessive gold jewelry. Her mousy blonde curls bursted out from under her peacock church hat. And her short rounded figure seemed to be drowned in her white fur coat. Her new travel assistant and housekeeper, Tula, sat next to her quietly.

Mrs. Purrington was used to getting whatever she wanted and she wanted a child.

"Is there really nothing you can do for me? I am a woman of many resources. I would gladly make an donation to the Cavendish Orphanage if you would return the favor." Mrs. Purrington persisted in her native Australian accent.

"As I have told you before, it is out of my hands. There is a long waiting list for the specific type of child you are requesting. It can often take years before a family is placed with a baby. However if you would like to have an older child or a child of color—"

"No! That simply won't do! It has to look like it could be mine" Mrs. Purrington interrupted.

"Unfortunately then, there is nothing I can do." Ms. Slavic replied with finality.

She led the flustered Mrs. Purrington and Tula out of her bare office and through the cold hallway. As they past the old creaky stairwell a young woman came running down the stairs.

"Ms. Slavic, ma'am there is an emergency in room 13. Johnny Salinger ate too much Halloween lollies and puked all over Georgie Wilkens." Said the woman in a strong Scottish accent.

Ms. Slavic sighed and turned to Mrs. Purrington.

"As you heard there is an emergency on hand. I trust you can see yourself out."

Mrs. Purrington ruffled her fur coat and stormed off with Tula following.

Her hand was approaching the doorknob when the large wooden doors flung open on their own. A strong gust of wind filled the orphanage lobby. The sky was dark but clear with stars that only shined in the countryside. A dark figure clasped onto Mrs. Purrington's arm dragging her down.

Under her dark purple velvet cloak she revealed a small baby that looked no more than days old. Mrs. Purrington's eye's seemed to ever widen with greed at the child she had for so long, so desperately wanted.

"I need the Head caretaker," she croaked, as though those few words took all her might.

Mrs. Purrington knew this was her chance. Her heart pounded and her ears flushed as she said the next words.

"I am the head caretaker" she lied.

Without another question the dark haired woman passed the child to Mrs. Purrington. One of her arms was shriveled and black. The blackness seemed to be creeping up to her face.

Suddenly, with an unexpected tenacity, she grasped onto Mrs. Purrington's arm.

Mrs. Purrington tried to pull away but she couldn't.

The woman took out a little dagger making a small cut onto Mrs. Purrington's palm. Mrs. Purrington let out a frightful whimper at the sight of her own blood. She then cut her own palm and pressed their hands together.

"Do you promise you will see that she is provided with a home?" she asked again.

"Let go of me!" Mrs. Purrington wailed.

"You have to give me your word first" she pleaded.

"I promise" Mrs. Purrington let out between sobs of fright. Maybe Mrs. Purrington was imagining, but when she said those words a sense of warmth seemed to surge through their hands.

The fresh red cut that had been there moments before was now gone leaving only a faint pink line. Mrs. Purrington stumbled back and away from the strange woman.

"Who are you?" asked Mrs. Purrington in a rather frightened tone keeping her distance.

"My name is Marigold," she said with her last breath.

And then her eyes went lifeless.

And so it came to be that Mrs. Purrington, who had been struggling to get pregnant for three years now, took the small potter child back to Australia as her own. Never knowing the strong magical bond Marigold MacDonald had cast between them.

The next morning Ms. Slavic found the dead body of Marigold MacDonald in the lobby. She was buried in the neighborhood graveyard, nameless. Her encryption read, "With hair too lively and eyes too enchanting, she died too young October 31st, 1981."

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This chapter establishes a foundation for the rest of the story. It can be quite confusing, so I provided a summary bellow:

Lily and James Potter have a daughter out of womb in mid August 1981. Their healer friend, Marigold MacDonald, is supposed to take care of the baby until she is able to live without medical devices. Marigold makes an unbreakable vow to return their daughter safe and sound. However, she is unable to return the Potter daughter to her parents because they are dead. Marigold MacDonald knows the since she has broken the unbreakable vow she is going to die. She doesn't know that Voldemort is dead and is afraid that if he were to find out about the Potter girl he would kill her too. Therefore she takes her to an orphanage in the country side and creates a magical protection and bond between Mrs. Purrington and the Potter girl.