Chapter 1 - The start
A/N : New story xD [I KNOW the birthdays aren't right. I just want it to be that way xD]
1st July, 1689
Petunia Evans looked down at the tiny cooing baby in the cot. Already a few wisps of bright crimson red hair was showing on her tiny scalp as she flailed her arms. Petunia looked up at her smiling parents. "Well, Tuney? What will it be?" Asked Gregor Evans, her father. "Its all upto you, honey" her mother, Rose Evans, asked gently. "Lily" Petunia Evans replied firmly, as the breeze blew gently, bringing with it the wafting fragrance of blooming lilies in the garden outside. Petunia looked down at Baby Lily. Life was just going to start being a lot more fun.
14th March, 1689
Severus Snape. The name had a surreal twist to it, thought Eieen Prince, as she looked down at the silent baby. It'd been born silent. It worried her.
16th April, 1689
"Its waking, its WAKING" shrieked a little girl, as the baby in front of her opened its eyes. "Bella, you'll rouse the baby" said Mrs. Black, as she walked in, regal and royal. "But its already awake," Bella pointed out. "Go play with your sister Bella, the baby needs sleep" said Mrs. Black. "Ok then. Meeeeeeeeda, where aaaaare youuuuuu?" Bellatrix shouted as she ran through 12, Grimmauld Place.
28th July, 1689
"This boy shall be famous" declared the old lady, as she peered down at the baby. "Please, Grandma, keep it low. Mum'll kill me if the baby wakes up" said Tessa Potter, worried, gazing down at the baby who was sleeping soundly, after throwing a tantrum, because the blanket itched. "This boy shall be James Potter" said a voice from the door, as a striking black haired man entered the man. "Such a bland name, Hugo" complained the old woman. "So is Hugo, really Mum" muttered the man darkly.
31st October, 1689
Karl Longbottom, looked out at the cloudy sky. It was pouring pretty heavily. The two year old baby, Frank Longbottom, was laughing in the hall, with its mother. Karl looked at the gathering storm, and felt unease stir up in his insides. This wasn't any normal storm. This storm was going to appear without heed. And those caught up in it unawares would be goners. A darker, silent, fearful storm was approaching. Karl Longbottom realized the calm before the destruction came.
A new generation of heroes had just been born. Would fate bring them together, or drive them away from each other, as the storm quaked its might and blew them about like hay?