A/N: I dunno, this idea just popped into my head. I was like *Marauders daydream* *book ideas* *daydream about book ideas* BABAM! Anyway, I promise Harry will be born. It might take a while, but… yeah…

Disclaimer: I only own Clarissa and Adelaide.

*Flashback*

1978

"Lily," James said, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "I have to tell you something, but promise you won't freak out."

"I promise," I promised him. I trusted him. We had been friends for a very long time. He'd finally asked me out again, and this time, is said yes to him.

"Well um," he stuttered nervously. I motioned with my hand for him to continue. "We can't go on our date."

"Why not?" I could feel my brow creasing, as it so often did when I was nervous, confused or upset.

"My parents are forcing me to marry a pureblood girl and have," he fidgeted very nervously, "many children, so the Potter line won't run out."

I looked at him, stunned.

"I'm sorry," he choked out before striding down the hall. I'm guessing it hurt him just as much— if not more than— it hurt me.

That would be my last conversation with James Potter for over five years.

1983

I laughed bitterly as I thought of this memory.

Who was I to blame him for there never being an us? We both wanted there to be. I guess it just wasn't fate. I still hadn't gotten over him yet and I hadn't talked to him in five years. I missed him and the rest of the Marauders terribly, but it wasn't as if I could just show up on his doorstep.

I continued to walk down the streets of Muggle London when something caught my eye.

There was a familiar mop of black hair, and a bloody red color hair. I lifted my gaze from my shoes to the two and stopped in my tracks.

James Potter was talking to a girl who looked to be about five years old. And she had his eyes.

I stopped dead in my tracks. He seemed to be speaking intently to the girl. She had tear tracks running down her face and was nodding sadly. Being the curious person I was, I ran into the alley right near where they were talking and his behind the wall so they couldn't see me. Then, I listened.

"—nd mummy to love each other," the little girl said sadly. James stroked her curly, blood red hair affectionately.

"We don't, and we never did. You wouldn't understand, you're too young," he told her gently. I shivered at the sound of his voice.

"Tell me, Daddy, I'll try to get it," she insisted, her eyes pleading with her father. He sighed.

"Adelaide—" he started, but she shook her head. I knew he couldn't'be possibly have picked out her name. He told me he would want to name a girl anything with an H. Come to think of it, he always loved the letter H.

"Please, Daddy?" Adelaide pleaded, folding her hands and shaking them. "Please?" He sighed again. It was a different sigh. It meant he was giving in. I had known that sigh well.

"Fine," Adelaide clapped her hands, a watery smile appearing on her face. He wiped away her tears. "You're mother and I were forced to get married and have a baby five years ago. We had never particularly liked each other, but there was nothing we could do. It was the reason I never got the girl I loved to fall in love with… Nevermind."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's all my fault!" the tiny girl whimpered. He pulled her into a hug.

"No it's not! You weren't even born yet!"

She giggled and kissed James on the cheek.

"Thanks, Daddy."

He whispered something Lily could not hear in Adelaide's ear and she covered her mouth and erupted in giggles.

"When you and Mummy split, can I stay with you?" Adelaide asked, suddenly serious. "Mummy is mean to me. She yells at me and forces me to eat my vegetables."

James laughed at the tiny lounging girl in his arms. "That's not exactly my decision, but if it was, I would."

Adelaide giggled and jumped out of his arms, easily landing on the ground and tugged on her father's hand, pulling him toward a shop down the street.

"Can we go now, Daddy?" she begged. The little girl's gaze suddenly turned toward the spot in which Lily was standing. "She's a pretty girl, Daddy!" She pointed at me. "Can she be my new mummy?"

James smiled at Adelaine before turning to where she was pointing.

Straight at me.

His hand went straight to his hair, a habit I figured was long forgotten, but he must have only done it in my presence.

"Lily?"

A/N: First chapter! Hoped you liked it! I think my iPod's about to die, so I'll make this A/N short. I'm hungry. I want a Persisn cat. I want Frank Sinatra's house. I want a laptop. Twelve days till my birthday. I'll be legally allowed on fanfiction! Reviews anyone? Reviews are my oxygen. You don't want me to die do you?