~ prologue ~
"Happy birthday, Aaron, I hope you like your presents, your dad and I picked them out just for you!" Lily Potters' smooth voice echoed through the cavernous living room, adding to the slowly dying roar of children who had eaten too much cake.
"Gather 'round, children, gather 'round." James Potter's voice boomed over the rambunctious children, and the room immediately silenced. Several cake-smeared faces of six year old children beamed up at what seemed to be a pleasant birthday party for The-Boy-Who-Lived, eager to see what he had got.
Going unnoticed in all the excitement, a shy, lonely figure cast a very thin shadow from the doorway. The messy black hair hid the intelligent green eyes, round cheeks flushed with excitement, and small smile, glad for the brother of a century, this young child's twin. "Happy birthday, dear Aaron," the child whispered, "and happy birthday to me, Harriet Lily Potter."