"Ugh, my head, who slipped me sleeping pills?" Remus asks in the morning. "Not sleeping pills Moony, firewhiskey and full moons do not mix. You may have mated with Siri over there, apparently the git's a damn Bearer." I reply scowling at the man I pretend to call friend on Dumbledore's orders. Remus gives me a strange look at that, and I quickly wipe the scowl off my face. That afternoon, when Dumbledore calls me to his office on the pretense of getting caught during a prank, and tell him everything that's happened the night before. He smirks, and says, "In time James, Lily Evans will be yours, and any child those two imbeciles conceive will be raised as a Potter." Leaving his office, I stumble upon Evans and Snape walking with Black's cousin, Narcissa and a Seventh year Ravenclaw named Xenophilius Lovegood. Slipping my cloak over me, I sneak up behind them and hit them all with a boil maker curse. Sneaking away as I see Remus and Black walk by, I manage to get away with out either of the two idiots to smell me or so I hope.
Several months later, Black is waddling around under protective charms and concealment charms, with Lupin hovering near him at every turn. Evans and Black are doing the same thing, while Snape and Lovegood are hovering over them. Well in fact, Lovegood is hovering over Evans, and Snape is hovering over Black. We didn't take those pairings into account, so I write home to my Dad, not taking a chance with my mum since she's a Black under love, loyalty and secrecy potions. Black's and Potter's have been feuding since the early eleven hundreds actually, with the DUmbledore's siding with us. My only task as this generation's lone Potter from the feud, it's my job to make sure they all go according to plan. This is merely a minor hitch, though in July, a month and a half after graduation, all three children are born. The brat born to Narcissa Black and Severus Snape has their black hair, but Snape's eyes, or at least on. Lovegood and Lily's daughter has her red hair, but Lovegood's odd blue eyes. What throws me for a loop is Black and Lupins brat has bright green eyes, and Lupins dark blue hair. I swore it was dyed, but apparently it's all natural. Time passes, and the plan is put in place after the brat's first birthdays. Black and Lupin's son becomes mine, Lovegood's daughter is changed to have dirty blonde hair like Celeste Wolfe, while the Snape brat is given platinum blonde hair and blue grey eyes. When Evans is married to me, after all of their memories are sealed away, the Black and Lupin brat is fed a potion to make him loyal to Dumbledore, resemble me, but the eyes won't change at all. They're a darker green than Evans, resembling black jade more than anything, rather than her leafy emerald green. On Halloween after it all happens, Riddle attacks, thinking the prophecy means us, or so I thought until he informed me otherwise. "The boy you stole is my grandson Potter. When I discovered my baby boy had his memories modified, I figured out that the boy's Carrier was none other than Sirius Black, who had carried a torch for my son since they met at seven years old. Now hand over my grandson." He snarls. Refusing to, I use one of the spells my father taught me, a dark one that twists familial emotions into hatred before he fires the Killing curse at me.
