Harieta Joan Potter was born on July 31, 1980, to Lily and James Potter, at one minute past midnight. All appeared well for the small family of three, at least it did until Halloween. The small one year old, giggled as her father, James, waved his wand and made bubbles appear. Lily walked into the living room and took little Harriet from James, while he stood up and stretched leaving his wand on the couch. The door was blown open with a crash. "It's him! Lily, take Hari and run!" yelled James as he ran to the hallway, desperate to protect his wife and daughter. In the doorway stood Voldemort, the Dark Lord. Too late, James realized his mistake, his wand the only weapon he possessed lay on the couch, far away from where he stood now.
Voldemort lifted his wand and pointed it straight at James' heart, with an evil smirk on his face, he spoke the killing curse, and James dropped to the floor, motionless, his eyes unseeing. He strode through the hall, stepping over James' body, but not making a sound, into the living room and then up the stairs. The room in which Lily had run, was obvious, for on the door painted sickenly in Gryffindor Red and Gold, read "Hari's Room" He pushed past the door which wasn't even locked. 'Too easy' He thought as he strode into the room.
Lily stood in front of a crib, which held little Harieta, who stared curiously at the cloaked figure, not a trace of fear in her large green orbs. "Stand aside." he spoke. "Not Hari, please not Hari, take me, take me instead." Lily begged. "Stand aside, silly girl" "Not Hari, please, not Hari." Again the killing curse left the mouth of the Dark Lord, and Lily fell, joining her husband in death. Voldemort turned his attention to the baby who stared at her mother's fallen form, then looked up toward the dark wizard who raised his wand again, and pointed it at her face. "Such a pity, you would have been quite powerful when you got older, perhaps even more so than me, unfortunately for you, I cannot allow that to happen."
As the killing curse was spoken for the third time that night, a deity by the name of Mandos, swatted the killing curse back toward Voldemort, right as it hit young Harieta, leaving a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on her forehead. The force of the backfired curse turned Voldemort to shadow, into the night the shade fled. Hari wanting nothing more than her parents to hold her, began to cry and scream. Her magic acting on her strong emotions of wanting to be kept safe, whisked her away to Arda, and into the arms of Belladonna, and Bungo Baggins, where the harm that would have come to her, would never instead being replaced by loving parents, although, newly named Johanna Berry Baggins would have her own troubles.
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