Hello! Ok so obviously I do not own anything about Harry Potter the series or the franchise. This is my first fic and I hope you enjoy it. Basically the only changes I am making to the story is that Harry has an older sister and James and Lily were born in 1958 and not 1960 or whatever year it was. Basically they are 2 years older.

Godric's Hallow October 31 1981

James and Lily Potter were very much like most couples. They had a lovely home, though a wee bit messy, two lovely children, who enjoyed making said mess, and loyal friends to laugh with about their messy children. Each night they had supper as a family and read tales of fantasy to the little ones as they dozed off.

However, James and Lily Potter were not most couples. Their marriage was filled with magic. Not the romantic type of magic, though their love was true, no, the magic in the Potter family was very much real.

Dishes did themselves, brooms were used for flying and the teacups tended to bite. Though their best mate, Sirius Black, would insist he had nothing to do with the ravenous chinaware. For a family of wizards this was all normal.

James and Lily Potter, though they were both only twenty-three, had two children. Isobel Lily Potter, who had turned three in August and her little brother, Harry James Potter, who had his first birthday at the end of July. July the thirty-first to be exact.

Under normal circumstances July 31 would be of no importance, however, earlier that year a prophecy was made that a child born at the end of the seventh month would be the downfall of the Dark Lord, the leader and instigator of the current war ravaging the Wizarding world. This prophecy was another reason why the Potter family was unlike most.

For the protection of their family James and Lily went into hiding in Godric's Hallow. For months they had been careful, keeping those they trusted near and always having an ear open for trouble. However, on this fateful Halloween night, Godric's Hallow is where The Dark Lord found them.

James was lying on the living room floor tinkering with a lamp that Harry had broken, while whizzing around on his toy broomstick, earlier that evening. James smiled at the thought of his son one day being a brilliant quidditch player. The smile quickly disappeared and his thoughts took on a bitter edge, if we ever leave this godforsaken house. It was safe to say that the Potter family was going stir-crazy. Staying at home a few days was fine but months? It was dull and the war was making them paranoid at every creak and groan the house made.

While James attempted to fix the retched lamp, Lily was putting Izzy to bed. If there was one thing Izzy Potter hated it was sleeping. She was rambunctious and stubborn. Just like her parents, thought Lily, as she tucked the sleeping toddler in.

Lily had just entered the living room to announce the children were fast asleep when the crash was heard.

James and Lily looked at one another in fear.

"I'll hold him off! Lily get the children!"

That was the last thing James Potter said to his wife.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Lily sobbed as she sped upstairs to Harry's nursery. Unaware that her daughter hid at the top of the stairs watching everything in horror.

When the scary man with the wand started his march towards her mummy Izzy scurried to help, in whatever way a toddler could. She had just made it to the nursery in time to see her mummy stand before the scary man.

"No, not Harry, please!" Lily begged. Her eyes widening as she saw her little girl frozen by the door.

That's when Izzy realized what was happening. The scary man was after her baby brother.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lily Potter dropped to the floor. Izzy screamed.

The Scary Man paid no attention to the little girl and instead pointed his wand at Harry Potter.

"Harry!" Izzy tried to run but the green light blinded her.

When it finally faded away the Scary Man was gone and her brother remained in his crib crying. She climbed up and reached for Harry, who seemed to have acquired a new scar, to pull him out of the crib. Holding Harry, Izzy turned and tried to wake her mummy up. She sobbed quietly so as not to alarm her brother. It was just them now. She saw her daddy get hit with the same awful green light and somehow knew that neither parent would be waking up. Izzy rocked Harry back and forth and promised herself she would always be there for her brother.

The sound of a motorcycle was the last thing she heard as she fell asleep holding her baby brother.