A/N: I've had this one on my computer for months, and since I have a broken finger, thought that you might enjoy something. Chapter two for When Worlds Collide is almost done.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Chapter One: Where it all began
Lily giggled as her son blinked in shock. Henry, her youngest, had bright blue hair and green skin due to an unintentional prank. His sister, born at exactly midnight, squealed, clapping her hands together. Henry was born on the first of August at one minute after midnight. Kira was two years older than her brother, but their birthdays were only a minute apart oddly enough.
"Look Lils, my daughter's a Marauder!" Lily narrowed her eyes at her husband.
"No! I'll not have my daughter getting a detention every week." James deflated, cancelling the accidental magic that had targeted Henry. Little Kira appeared to pout, looking as if her father had taken away a favorite toy.
"Shh darling." Lily scooped up her oldest, smoothing her curly red hair. "I wish we could take the children out to trick or treat." James gave his wife a sad smile, knowing that it was much harder on her to be in hiding than it was on him.
Henry drew his attention away from the two most important females in his life when he made the noise he always did when he wanted up, his pudgy hands opening and closing, arms raised. As James was bending down to pick up Henry, Kira made a strange noise. He looked over at her, curious as to what the sound was about.
Kira stared intently at the front windows, her bright green eyes glowing eerily in the flickering light from the fire in the fireplace. Lily looked at Kira in surprise when the child began to grow more and more agitated. "Kira, what—." That was as far as Lily got when the front door exploded. A tall and monstrous figure stood at the entrance, a fiendish smirk on his pale face. His red eyes had an unholy gleam of malicious delight as he observed the empty entryway.
"Lily, take the children and get out of here! I'll hold him off!" James, grabbing his wand, thrust Henry at a panicked Lily. With tears gathering in her eyes, Lily nodded and dashed for the stairs, forgetting in her panic that she could simply run out the back and into the woods beyond the ward-line. She clutched her children to her chest tightly, doing her best to ignore the cackling of Voldemort as he dueled her husband. She stumbled into the nursery, slamming the door and throwing every locking spell and ward she could at it. Henry was screaming, his fat cheeks blotchy and large tears streaming down his face.
Kira was silent, staring at the door to the nursery over her shoulder. Lily was worried about her odd behavior, but ignored it as she lunged for the dresser with the portkey on it. She set Kira down in the crib next to it so that she could grab the stuffed lion that was an emergency portkey. Scooping Kira back up, she tried to activate the portkey, but nothing happened. She made a strangled sort of sound, tears falling from her eyes. She tried to apparate, but nothing happened.
She suddenly heard a scream and then a loud crash downstairs before the house became silent except for Henry's screams. She gave a chocked sob. Her eyes rested on the only window in the room and a plan began to form. Once more setting Kira down, along with the ineffective portkey, Lily pointed her wand at the window and cast a blasting hex, only to have it diffuse across the glass without leaving a mark. Her heart sank; not only were there anti-apparation and anti-portkey wards up, there were also wards on the windows to prevent escape. She was willing to bet the other doors and windows were similarly warded. She wasn't sure about the walls, but blasting them was too risky.
She set Henry down next to his sister and stroked his messy brown hair lovingly. His teary hazel eyes, James's eyes, were squeezed shut as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears blurred her vision as she turned her attention to her silent daughter, who was focused completely on the door. Kira giggled, pointing at the shuddering door, as Voldemort began launching spells at it.
"Mommy loves you so much." Her eyes locked with the glowing green of her daughter's and Lily felt a chill run down her spine. She suddenly felt like she was being judged by her daughter. Lily curved over the crib protectively when the door exploded inward, not having enough time to cast a spell to protect herself or her children. Lily whirled around, her wand sparking menacingly.
"Well, well, well, the Mudblood thinks she can stop me." Lily ground her teeth at the insult, but refused to back down. Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she stared at the monster in the doorway. Voldemort looked more like a snake than a human due to all of the dark rituals he had performed, but that only made him more dangerous and terrifying.
"I won't let you hurt them!" Voldemort sneered at the redhead in disgust.
"You honestly think that you can stop me, the Dark Lord from killing your brats?" His hissy voice sent chills down Lily's spine.
"Reducto!" A jet of red light shot at Voldemort, who lazily deflected the spell, sending it into the wall, which exploded. Henry's screams grew louder and Voldemort grit his teeth, despising the sound.
Lily sent a chain of spells at Voldemort, but he simply laughed as he deflected each and every spell. Growing tired of the duel, Voldemort disarmed her, snatching her wand from the air as it soared towards him.
Lily paled, and threw out her arms as though that would prevent Voldemort from fulfilling his goal.
"No please, take me! Please, take me instead, spare my babies!" Lily was hysterical at this point, pleas and sobs tearing themselves from her. Voldemort cackled in response.
"Step aside and I shall let you live Mudblood." Lily's mind blanked briefly in shock. What was this, the Dark Lord granting her mercy, a Muggleborn?
"No! Please, take me instead!" Voldemort was growing tired of this.
"Move aside!"
"No! Please have mercy, have mercy!" Voldemort hissed in anger.
"This is my last warning! Step aside Mudblood!" Lily shook her head frantically.
"No! Please, not my babies!" Voldemort grinned at her. He wasn't foolish enough to kill her; there was a large chance that the Mudblood had performed some sort of long forgotten ritual that would be activated upon her death. It was due to this that he also spared the father, that and he was a Pureblood.
"Very well, Crucio!" Lily screamed and fell to the floor, thrashing and howling in agony. Voldemort cackled, red eyes glowing in delight. He eventually grew bored and cancelled the spell. Lily curled into a ball and passed out, despite her best efforts not to.
Voldemort kicked Lily aside, looming menacingly over the crib. Henry had put himself into the corner of the crib, cringing away from the red-eyed monster sneering at him. Voldemort tore his eyes away from the boy in disgust. This was the supposed Savior, the Chosen One? He felt something tug on his robe, and froze. He stared down at the small, pale hand belonging to the Chosen One's older sister. His eyes followed the arm, up to the slim face of Kira Potter. He gaped in disbelief. The child was smiling at him, him, the Dark Lord!
Kira tugged harder, reaching out with her other hand to grab at his wand. Her hand curled around it briefly, before Voldemort tore it out of her grip. She pouted, lower lip trembling slightly. She let go of the strange man's robes and held up her arms, demanding to be picked up. She sniffled when he stumbled back away from her.
"Up! More pretty lights!"
Voldemort stared at the Potter girl in shock. Not even his own son asked him to perform more magic or to be picked up and cuddled. He sneered in disgusted horror at the thought of actually cuddling. He pointed his wand at the brat menacingly, eyes narrowed. He would kill her first.
"Avada Kedavra!" He watched in gleeful anticipation as the Killing Curse flew towards the girl, whose eyes matched the curse. The sound of something rushing through the air as it approached the giggling girl. Voldemort's glee soon turned to horror as the curse simply rebounded after striking the girl on the forehead. The curse blasted back towards him at a much faster speed and much larger in size. He had no time to duck out of the way before it struck him in the chest, causing his body to disintegrate as he silently screamed in agony. Never had he felt such pain, not even splitting his soul hurt as badly as the rebounded Killing Curse did. With a shriek of rage, the wraith fled from Godric's Hollow. Voldemort never noticed the piece of his soul that broke off, nor did he see it choose Kira as its host.
An explosion from the backlash of magic tore apart the room, Kira's magic once more protecting her from harm. Her brother on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. A stray piece of wood tainted by dark magic slashed across his right cheek. A second piece soon followed, making an X on his right cheek. Henry screamed in pain and fear, wailing as the two cuts began to bleed freely.
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The Horcrux hovered, reaching out to both children. It recoiled as the boy's light aura burned it. The girl on the other hand soothed it, her gray aura much more tolerable than the disgusting light aura of her brother. It drifted towards her, tendrils of the darkest magic slipping in through the curse scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. Kira sniffled, then screamed in agony as the Horcrux brutally forced itself into her, latching onto her magical core, only to find itself unable to crush her soul.
Kira's magic, with the last of its energy, trapped the Horcrux in a bubble of sorts, only preventing it from crushing Kira's soul. While the Horcrux was in a bubble, it was still able to connect to Kira's soul and magic, seeing as both were too weak at the moment to completely fight it off.
The Horcrux burrowed as deeply as could, taking care not to damage the child's magical core. The child's magic would only make it stronger once it managed to take over. What the Horcrux was unaware of, was that Kira's magic was twining with the Horcrux in a last ditch effort to prevent it from killing her. It wouldn't take long for the Horcrux to realize that to kill Kira, meant that it would die as well, and that was completely unacceptable.
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Sirius Black appeared with a loud crack on the sidewalk by the front lawn of the small house in Godric's Hollow were James and Lily had hidden. He paled, then dashed for the house, all the while pleading that the inhabitants were still alive. Heart in his throat, Sirius leapt over the wreckage in the entryway, looking frantically for a body, or bodies. He cried out when he saw a bloodied and battered James slouched against Lily's broken china cabinet. He rushed over, frantically checking for a pulse, and sobbed in relief when he found a weak pulse in James's neck. He healed what he could, then placed his body in a stasis so that even with his life threatening injuries, he would survive long enough to be treated.
He didn't dare move James's body for fear of making his injuries worse. Checking one last time that James had a pulse and was in fact breathing, he dashed up the stairs. He slammed into the wall, shoving himself off of it and towards the nursery. Wand at the ready, he leapt into the room, spells on the tip of his tongue. The room looked more like ground zero than a nursery at the moment.
"Lily!" He ran forward, stumbling on the debris, and dropped to his knees, noting that she was trembling from being under a Cruciatus Curse. He couldn't find any life threatening wounds, so he used Enervate. Lily jolted as she was torn from unconsciousness. She looked around her in confusion, frowning at a worried Sirius before her brain suddenly engaged.
"My babies!" She tried to stand, but her muscles were too sore, so Sirius had to help her. Sirius let go of Lily when she was able to stand on her own, and joined her in checking on the children. Both of them sagged in relief when they saw both children alive.
Henry was crying silently, his throat too sore from all of his screaming. Kira was sniffling, reaching for him. Lily grabbed Henry, checking him and healing the nasty gashes on his cheek with a sob. Due to the dark magic that had tainted the wood, the gashes scared. "James is he…"
"He's alive. Dumbledore should be here any moment."
"Padfoot!" At her loud squeal he felt his body sag with relief that she wasn't hurt too badly, then stiffen as he spotted the blood on her. He hurriedly attempted to heal Kira's odd looking cut. He frowned as the cut scabbed, but refused to heal over. He picked her up, resting her against his shoulder and rubbing soothing circles on her small back. He looked at Henry, who was still crying in his mother's arms. Albus Dumbledore burst into the room, wand drawn and face thunderous.
"Dumbledore! Thank the gods you're here. Did you heal James?" He turned to fully face him, bouncing Kira gently. Dumbledore didn't look at him though; he stared at the floor by Sirius's feet with his eyes twinkling. Gone was the thunderous look, and in its place was a smile that had no business being there. "I sent him to St. Mungo's to be healed." Lily had buried her face in her son's hair and didn't look up. Dumbledore began to investigate the room, waving his wand and murmuring spells. He smiled suddenly.
"It would appear young Henry has vanquished Tom." Sirius gaped at him, eyes practically popping from his skull. Lily gasped, and clutched her son tighter. "Lily, can I see young Henry?"
"How do you know it was Henry, and not Kira?" Personally, Sirius thought it was Kira who vanquished the Dark Tosser and not her younger brother. Dumbledore ignored him for the moment, striding forward to take Henry from Lily, who looked at him blankly. She tightened her arms around Henry, refusing to hand him to Dumbledore. Dumbledore frowned.
"My dear girl, I need to make sure that his magic is alright, will you allow me to do that?" Lily gave Dumbledore a suspicious look before agreeing reluctantly. "Excellent, now if you could?" Lily carefully handed the baby over, letting the Headmaster check her son to see if there was something off with his magic.
"Well, is there something wrong with him?" Lily demanded, hovering next to Dumbledore. Sirius narrowed his eyes.
"Lily, you should comfort your daughter." Lily looked at him briefly before ignoring him again. "Lily! Your daughter needs you!" His shout grabbed her attention, and Lily reluctantly took her daughter. "What the fu—uh…What in Merlin's name is wrong with you!" Sirius glared at Lily, snatching back his goddaughter from the woman.
"Henry needs me more right now." Her quiet response had Sirius reaching critical point.
"She was hurt too!" Lily glanced at the lightning shaped cut, but didn't seem to react too much to seeing it.
"Not as badly as Henry." Sirius exploded.
"So what! He's healed, your daughter's cut is refusing to heal, unlike her brother's!" Lily looked slightly worried.
"Sirius my boy, Mrs. Potter is in shock." Sirius only slightly calmed down at Dumbledore's words.
"That had better be the only reason." Sirius held his goddaughter protectively, worried that she wasn't making any distressed noises at the moment. She was squirming in his arms though, reaching down towards something on the floor. He looked down at the floor and saw Voldemort's wand lying there innocently. He gingerly nudged it with his foot, and when there was no reaction grew more confident. He decided to be smart for once and levitated the wand up to eye level. Dumbledore was talking quietly to Lily in a privacy bubble, much to Sirius's ire.
Sirius looked at Dumbledore and debated what to do next. He should give the wand to the Leader of the Light, or better yet, wait until later to destroy it where the potential backlash couldn't hurt anyone. Yet something was holding him back.
"Pretty." Kira reached out towards the wand, grasping hands eager to play with the stick.
"No Prongslette, it's not a toy." He levitated the wand further away from her. Kira's lips trembled and Sirius panicked. "Here, you can look." He brought the wand closer and Kira squealed, moving faster than Sirius thought a three year old could, and grabbed it. The wand's tip glowed slightly, and Kira giggled. Dumbledore looked up at the sound and paled dramatically when he saw the red briefly flash through the girl's eyes. Lily followed his horrified stare.
"Kira!" Lily rushed over, Henry once again in her clutches. "Baby, let go of the wand." Lily felt like the world's worst mother when it sank in that she had ignored her daughter in favor of her son. Kira's glare sent that home far better than Sirius yelling at her. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." Crying, she reached for her daughter with one arm, gingerly cradling her against her chest. Kira continued to glare at her mother. Sirius had snatched the wand before Albus could see it very well. Dumbledore assumed that it was Sirius's wand that the girl had grabbed.
"Dumbledore, could you check Kira for me please?" Lily watched as Sirius stowed Voldemort's wand into his robes, but remained silent. Dumbledore missed this, too busy staring at Kira with a worried frown.
"Yes, if you could hand her over?" Lily did so, staring intently at the Headmaster. Dumbledore sucked in a harsh breath.
"It would appear that your daughter is little more than a Squib magically. She can go to Hogwarts, but her magic is weak. She is also Dark." Lily gaped at Dumbledore.
"No, no, no, you're lying!" It was too much. First Voldemort tried to kill her son, now her daughter was barely a witch, and if that wasn't enough, she was also Dark. Lily burst into a fresh batch of tears.
Sirius glared at the Headmaster and snatched his goddaughter from his arms. He turned his back on the others in the room. "I could care less if she was a Squib, or Dark. I come from a Dark family, but I'm not evil." Sirius had never really given such issues much consideration, but now he was being forced to. "You'll always be my perfect little goddaughter." He whispered the last to Kira so only they could hear. He pressed a kiss to her head and nuzzled her neck and hair.
Sirius vowed then and there that he would always be there for his goddaughter, that he would always take her side and support her. He knew how it felt to be an outcast, and wouldn't let her suffer alone.