Chapter 1

October 31st 1980

"Are you sure you're going to be alright with the twins? I know they can be a bit of a handful and I'm not even sure we should be going out, we didn't approve it with Dumbledore and he could strike at any moment and-"

"Lily, we will be fine. I've looked after the twins for you so many times, they'll be absolutely fine. You'll be fine. You don't need to run everything by Dumbledore. Now, go. Get out, live a little" Dorea Potter smiled reassuringly at her flustered daughter-in-law.

Lily Potter sighed heavily. This didn't feel right. It felt like something was going to happen. She'd been telling her husband about her feelings of unease all day, but he'd brushed her off repeatedly, telling her she was just being paranoid and she was just trying to psyche herself out of going to Alice and Frank Longbottom's Halloween party tonight. Maybe she was, Lily didn't really know what to think anymore. Being on the run from the Dark Lord was beginning to drive her insane with paranoia and worry.

Lily bit her lip nervously. She knew Dorea was right. Potter Manor was under the Fidelius Charm. The only people who knew the current location were the people inside the manor itself and Sirius. The children were as safe as they could possibly be. But if that was the case, why does this feel so wrong?

Lily screamed in fear as two arms wrapped around her waist.

"Ooh, someone's jumpy today!" James laughed in her ear.

Lily saw red. "How dare you! Don't you dare ever do that again!" Lily fumed, her eyes a burning green fire.

"Not my fault that you're so jumpy today," James shrugged, kissing her behind her ear.

"Are you ready to go? We're going to be late" he whined impatiently.

"Yes, I'm ready to go. I just want to say goodbye to my babies first" Lily said as she started ascending the staircase.

Lily walked down the long hallways of Potter Manor, trying desperately to ignore the anxiety that burned in her stomach. Taking a deep breath as she came to the door of the twin's nursery, she walked in. Her anxiety melted away instantly as she was met by a beaming smile and two gleaming violet eyes. Her little Rose. The small girl lifted her arms up towards her, cooing softly.

With a gentle smile adorning her lips, Lily picked up Rose and held her close. She small girl nestled into her and Lily felt a glow of warmth inside her.

It was something Lily had noticed since Rose was born. Whenever anyone was in a close proximity to Rose, a feeling of love and warmth began to occur. It was a feeling of calm and happiness, it was like Rose emitted energy. It was addictive.

Looking at her daughter closely, Lily wondered where her big purple eyes had come from. Rose had Lily's lips, for sure. Even as a baby they were a full Cupid's bow shape. And she definitely had James' wild raven hair. It fell in wild curls around her face delicately. But those eyes. They were mesmerising. They had a dark indigo ring around the outside of the iris, which lightened to a soft violet in the middle. Lily could get lost in the depths of them. They were so full of love and always sparkled with joy.

Lily looked to her other child. Harry Potter lay in his cot, staring curiously at his mother and sister. Harry was a perfect replica of James, only inheriting his green eyes from Lily. She did have two beautiful children, and the members of the Order doted on them constantly. But Lily couldn't help but notice that they doted on Rose a little bit more. Everyone wanted to hold Rose a little bit longer. It bothered Lily immensely. She loved both her children equally, she wanted both of them to have the same treatment in life.

But Lily really couldn't blame The Order members. Rose possessed an ethereal beauty. It was captivating now, even as she was only a few months old. And the warm feelings she inspired in everyone around her. Rose was otherworldly. And Lily would be lying if she said she was not worried about the future.

Scooping up her son with her other arm, she held her children close to her. They both responded, resting their little heads on her shoulder. This is what Lily lived for-no- this is what Lily fought for. Her children.

"Smile!" A sudden flash blinded Lily for a few moments.

Blinking rapidly, she finally saw her husband in the doorway, smiling stupidly with one of her muggle Polaroid cameras in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. It was too perfect" James said, shaking the picture in his hand.

Smiling widely at his work, he handed Lily the picture. She couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful picture.

"Come on then, Lils we've really got to get going" James said softly, taking Harry from her arms.

Giving his little lad a kiss on the head, he put him back in his cot. Lily handed him Rose and James smiled as a warmth settled inside of him. Hugging his daughter close and kissing her on the head, James placed her into her cot. Smiling at her sweet little smile she gave him.

"I don't want to leave them," Lily whispered

"Oh, lils. We'll only be gone a couple of hours. We'll come in and have another family cuddle when we get back."

Lily sighed, defeated. James was right. Giving her children one last look, Lily left the room, her husband close behind.

"We're off now, Mum" James called to Dorea.

"Okay, darling, have fun" a voice called from the living room.

"My lady" James smiled, holding out his arm.

"Idiot," Lily rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm and with a twist of white they apparated away.

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Walking up slowly towards Potter Manor, Tom Riddle pulled his cloak up over his head, watching as the last light finally went out. Stalking slowly up to the door he smiled evilly. This would be too easy.

Don't get him wrong, Dark Lord Voldemort did not take pleasure in killing children. He tried to avoid it where ever possible. But, this was extenuating circumstances. Unfortunately, there was a prophecy that predicted that this child, this girl, would be his undoing. He didn't wholly believe it, he was almost indestructible now. But, he did not leave loose ends. Everything that threatened him or anything he stood for, had to go.

Opening the door with a silent Alohomora The Dark Lord stepped into Potter Manor. He almost scoffed. Dumbledore was that cocky that he thought that the Fidelius Charm would keep him away. It was a good idea, Tom gave him that, but the first mistake in war is to underestimate your enemy. And Dumbledore had so foolishly done so, assuming he did not have a traitor amongst his ranks.

Walking up the stairs briskly, Tom followed the 'magical footprints' to what he assumed was the room of the girl he had to kill. Opening the door slowly, he looked in. Shaking his head in disbelief, he walked into the nursery. This really was too easy. Spotting two cots, he walked over. The first one held a sleeping boy. Tom would leave him alive, the prophecy did not talk of a boy and to be honest, the magical aura on this child was not remarkable to say the least. He would spare this boy. He did not kill unnecessarily.

Looking into the other cot, Tom was taken aback. Two curious purple eyes looked up at him. He hadn't ever seen eyes of that colour before. They were truly a sight to see. Within seconds, Tom could tell that there was something off about this girl. Tom had never encountered something that could emit this much magical energy. It was addictive. It troubled Tom. This warm feeling inside him was not familiar. He felt...love.

Stumbling back in shock, Tom fell into some boxes of children's toys. The room swayed and Tom struggled to get up, he felt drunk. Shaking his head, Tom glared at the little girl who smiled happily up at him. What had she done to him? She was ridiculously powerful, he'd give her that. Tom was glad he had heeded the warnings of the prophecy. If this girl were to grow up to her full potential, she would have been very troublesome indeed.

Tom was interrupted from his thoughts by a loud scream coming from somewhere behind him.

"You! Get away from her!" A shrill voice shouted.

Tom watched as Dorea Black-no, Potter ran into the room, placing herself between him and the child. Frowning in annoyance, Tom sighed in agitation. He really couldn't be bothered with this. Pulling back his hood, he watched as a look of shock dawned on her face.

"Tom? Tom Riddle?" She questioned. She had only been in her first year when he had been in his seventh but she recognised him. And he didn't look a day over 20.

"H-how is that possible?" She stuttered, her mind utterly blank with shock.

"It doesn't matter how. You know why I'm here, so let's not play games. Give me the girl, and you live" Tom said, in a very bored tone.

"Never!" Dorea spat at him, glaring hatefully.

"Seriously?" Tom frowned in disbelief. She would die over this girl? He'd leave the other child, they'd still have one child to carry on the Potter lineage. He was being generous.

"Leave us alone! She's not going to do anything to you!" Dorea shouted, tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. She had failed her son and Lily, she wouldn't be able to protect Rose. They'd both die here in this room.

"Unfortunately that girl threatens everything I've been working for. I will ask you One. Last. Time. Move." Tom said cooly.

"I. Will. Not!" Dorea spat back, glaring without fear.

Shrugging, Tom lifted his wand, and shot the killing curse towards the stubborn woman. With a green flash, she fell to the floor.

Frowning in disdain, Tom walked over to the cot and looked at the girl one last time. She was not smiling anymore, and instead looked at him, her lips pulled down in sadness and unshed tears in her eyes. Tom was taken aback at the feelings this inspired within him. He felt...regret. Guilty. He felt bad that he had hurt this beautiful girl, he felt awful that he'd made her cry.

Shaking his head at these bizarre feelings, Tom raised his wand towards the girl. His hand shook tremendously. Tom blanched. He never shook. Frowning in concentration it took an immense about amount of effort to point his wand at the girl. Every fibre of his being, what remained of his broken souls screamed at him to stop, it felt wrong.

Glaring in anger Tom raised the wand at the girl and performed the spell, before he was unable to again. Smiling in relief at the green light, Tom relaxed. It was over.

Then, there was a green flash as the spell bounced off an the girl and came hurtling towards him.

And then, Tom was no more.