Chapter 1
Prologue: Playpen Disasters
"He did it again...Albus, please - I can't just stand by and watch this. Jordan's so weak and Harry...I just-just...I can't!" Lily's sobs were the only thing to be heard for the next few minutes, muffled only by James's tear-drenched pajama shirt
Harry had seemed to have settled after three long weeks of hysterical crying and violent outbursts, and Lily and James Potter had dared put him in the playpen with his brother. They were fine for the first hour, before…
"I'm sorry, Lily, but I'm now quite sure my previous hypotheses is true. Young Harrisson seems to indeed have, somehow absorbed a fraction of Voldemont's soul during the attack. I'm afraid, if Jordan is to fulfill his destiny-" Dumbledore paused, hesitant as a wide-eyed Lily looked up from her husbands chest. James glanced over at Jordan, sleeping peacefully in his rocker, to Harrison in the play pen; smashing action figures into each other. He grimaced as the Ken doll's right arm flew off. Harry started to laugh, clapping his tiny hands gleefully. "It won't be forever" Dumbledore continued, "just until Harrisson is capable of defending himself against Voldemort's mental advances. However, until such a time he deems a threat to Jordan. He must be removed-"
"No!" Lily cried, pulling herself from James's tight embrace. "You can't ask me to give him up, Albus, you can't! He's my son!"
"I'm sorry, Lily. But it's the only way"
"No!" Lily started to sob again. "Please, no!"