A/N SO I had a good idea (at least I think so) for a story, but I've learned from my other stories that I tend to jump right into the action and then have nothing left for the plot, so I'm trying again. Hopefully, this time I can keep the ideas flowing for more than a few chapters. I'm also experimenting with writing longer chapters. Basically, I'm trying to become a better writer with this story, but all you have to worry about is whether you like it or not. Enjoy and review!

Some background:

Okay I need to make a few points, so you know what's going on. In order for my story to work, I needed to deviate from the canon some. First of all, and most importantly, the prophesy is the same, except it doesn't require Voldemort to mark his equal. So NO SCAR for Harry, and no Halloween night. The potters are alive. The longbottoms are fine. As you will see, Hermione's story is a pretty different as well. Just imagine that the only one the prophesy can speak of is Harry. Neville isn't a possibility.

Prologue:

It was obvious to everyone from the beginning that Harry and Ginny were special. Lily had just put Harry down for the night before an order meeting was to begin at the Burrow. Molly Weasley had set up a few extra cribs in the nursery for the children of order members, specifically, her own two youngest Ron and Ginny, as well as Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Hermione Granger, who was born of muggle parents. This last child's story was a sad affair, as her parents were killed in a mass attack on a muggle community, and she had been taken in by her formerly estranged grandmother, on her father's side, who was a witch in the order.

This group of children found themselves together quite often during order meetings, but this was their first sleepover all together. Lily went to check on them partway through the meeting only to find Ginny's crib empty and her son snuggling with the displaced Weasley in his own crib. Confused, she carefully lifted Ginny from the crib, but upon being separated both she and Harry began crying, waking the others who, in turn, also began screaming. Lily put Ginny back into her own crib, shushing her desperately. Not a moment later the baby girl vanished in front of her and the crying immediately ceased. Lily turned around to find Ginny back in Harry's crib, both of them starting to settle back down again.

Now this wasn't the first time Harry had done magic, but that didn't stop Lily from running down the stairs calling for James.

Panicked at her shriek, James met her at the stairs with half the order behind him.

"Lily, honey, what's wrong?" James asked, his eyes searching around her for trouble.

"Are the children okay?!" Molly put in frantically.

"What's going on?!" Sirius yelled.

"Shush, Sirius. Everything is fine, I was just caught off guard by our son's magic." Lily explained. At this everyone relaxed and James wrapped an arm around Lily.

"So what's he done now Lils?" James asked as the crowd began dispersing.

"He summoned a girl into his crib." She said trying to hold back a smile at the reaction she knew to be coming. James grinned and seemed to shine with pride at his son's antics while Sirius barked out a laugh and slapped James on the shoulder.

"That's my Godson! Takes after me, he does!" Molly who hadn't left with the rest scowled at Sirius before turning to Lily.

"Which girl was it?" She asked simply.

"Ginny." Lily replied as she returned the blossoming smile on Molly's face at this pronouncement.

"Another redhead?" Sirius said in mock exasperation.

"That's my boy!" James said proudly giving Lily a squeeze. "A true Potter, through and through."

The Potters and Weasleys soon discovered that this was not a unique event. Every night following, Harry Potter would either summon Ginny to him or go to her. One or the other of the parents would wake to find either none or two babies in their crib in the morning. Luckily, Godric's Hollow was not very far from Ottery St. Catchpole.

Harry's sleeping arrangements were not the only strange thing the parents noticed however. During playdates, not only Ginny, but all the toddlers seemed to gravitate toward Harry. All the adults marveled at the natural leader he seemed to be and began calling the group of infants, the junior order, making a parallel between Harry and Dumbledore. The grandfatherly headmaster found his junior version all too amusing.

When Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione were two and Ginny and Luna one, Lily and Molly had volunteered to take them to a nearby park to play. The neighborhood was a mixture of muggle and magical families, so they were careful to look out for any accidental magic. One muggle boy about two or three years old had come up to Luna while she was playing in the sandbox and began pulling on her pigtails. Before either Lily or Molly could intervene to stop a potential magical accident from happening, Harry toddled up to the offending boy flanked by a crawling Ginny. Neville took Luna into the middle behind Harry and Ginny with Ron and Hermione on either side of them. Even a bully this young knows when he is outnumbered and should retreat. He scurried away quickly to find his mother. Lily and Molly watched on, astounded as the six converged around Luna and began playing by themselves. Even in their infancy the junior order radiated an unparalleled power and influence when together, with the center being Harry.