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July 30 1980
"Push Lily!" shouted the doctor as James was having his hand broken by his wife Lily. She was shouting death threats at him as he whimpered pitifully next to her.
There were three other people in the room. Remus Lupin sat in a chair in a corner, his face pale. Peter Pettigrew was pacing in front of Remus, his eyes twitching. And lastly Sirius Black lay on the floor. He had taken one look at the needle they were going to insert into Lily and had sunk to the floor in a dead faint. No one had bothered to pick him up.
One hour, 23 minutes and 14 seconds later, a little pink bundle was in Lily's arms. Two blue bundles were in James's arms. Remus was looking over Lily's shoulder at his goddaughter, who had been named Skye Marie Potter, because she had the most beautiful electric blue eyes. She was also the last one to be born.
Peter was instead carefully cradling his own godson, who had been named Jason Jonathon Potter. He was the middle child and had his mother's auburn locks but his father's hazel eyes.
And the oldest of the Potter triplets was in Sirius's arms, who was spinning around and around with the baby singing, "I' am a godfather! I' am a godfather!" over and over again. The little boy had jet black hair like his sister but instead of the blue eyes had Lily's emerald green eyes. The boy's name was Harry James Potter.
"They're all gorgeous!" gushed Lily as she cradled her baby girl next to her.
"I'll bet this one is a Quidditch prodigy," said James proudly, pointing at Harry who was trying to grasp the little broom that was flying around his head.
They all stood there, in a different world as they gazed at the gurgling babies. Lily promised herself she would love them equally. James promised himself he would treat them equally. Sirius promised himself he would spoil them equally. Remus promised himself that he would be the best uncle to them. And Peter? Peter promised they would all die soon.
None of these promises were to be kept….
October 31, 1981
Lily finished putting Skye in her blue PJs. Then inspected Harry with his green pyjamas and Jason with his red. James was holding his… pink PJs? Lily raised an eyebrow.
"I can't find anything else but these pyjamas Sirius gave me," James grumbled, tossing the pink pyjamas on the table. Lily now knew why Sirius had left with a big bag. It had probably been filled with James pyjamas. But the smile on Lily's face soon disappeared.
BANG!
The door flew open and they saw a bone white hand.
"He's here Lily! Hurry take the triplets and go!" shouted James as he drew his wand out. But Lily refused to leave her husband's side. She plunged her hand into her robes and took out her wand, a curse already on her lips. But Voldemort was too fast.
"Stupefy!" he hissed and with a jet of red light the Potter adults crumpled to the ground unable to block the spell. Voldemort didn't feel like wasting his power killing the Potter adults. And anyway when they woke up and saw that their precious children had been killed, there would be no end to their misery.
He came up to the triplets who were sitting on the couch, the girl in the middle of her two brothers. The red haired boy was toddling about, gurgling happily. But the black haired children looked oddly serious, as if they knew what was going to happen. But Voldemort didn't dwell on it. He raised his wand and pointed it straight at the little girl's heart.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green spell sped towards the little girl but then something strange happened. The black haired boy clasped his hand around the little girl's hand and a green and blue shield appeared, surrounding the three triplets. The spell blasted back at Voldemort and he shouted in surprise; the last thing he remembered was looking into two pairs of eyes, one emerald green and the other electric blue. And then he was gone.
Lily and James woke up half and hour later to see no Voldemort, the triplets unharmed, and Harry and Skye with lighting bolts on their forehead. They called for Dumbledore and he came at once. After examining the triplets intently for several minutes, he declared Jason the Boy-Who-Lived and that the scars on Harry's and Skye's forehead were the effect of being close to the caster of the spell.
And that was that. Sirius was proved innocent, Peter was thrown into Azkaban, James named Sirius Jason's godfather (conveniently forgetting he was Harry's godfather), Jason grew up into a life of luxury, while Harry and Skye were forgotten and thrown into the shadows. Nearly ten years passed since the incident with Volemort and that is when this story begins.
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