Hello and welcome to my first fanfic! Sorta anyways. I know normally most people join this site fist, but I flip flopped it around. I joined FictionPress first before this account. I have had this idea for a while, but didn't know how to start it. I hope I got the starting point right… Anyways, enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowlings does. She's letting me use her storyline for my own purpose, and I highly praise her for letting me write this story. I only own my OCs.


Dark Magic

By: Peppermint Chocolates

Prologue…


As the clock chimed, four people crowded over a bed with a girl laying in it. A squirming baby cried in the lovely girls' arms. She sighed happily, rocking the baby back and forth gently, humming a soft tune that her mother used to sing to her. Smiling, she looked up at her husband, "She has your eyes, Harry." She said in a thick British accent.

Harry smiled, looking at the baby with a proud smile, "And she, your nose and mouth." He chuckled, letting the baby play with his fingers. Such soft fingers. He smiled, despite of himself, "And your hands."

The brown haired girl standing beside him also grinned, chuckling a little. "Now Harry, don't go sappy on us." She accused lightly, laughing.

"Hermione, you know I wouldn't do that." He huffed, and his wife giggled, rolling her eyes.

"Yes you are," She teased lightly, shuffling the baby so that she was in a more comfortable position. "I like it though, mind you." She informed him with a smile.

Harry smiled down at her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I love you Ginny Potter. Never forget that." He cooed.

The ginger haired boy standing next to Hermione groaned. "Harry, really?" He complained. Hermione hit him in the side with her elbow and he yelped, "Ow!" He cried, rubbing his side.

"C'mon Ron. Let's give these two some space." She mused, pulling Ron out by the shoulder. The door closed and Ginny sighed happily.

"Finally," She murmured, looking at the baby with love in her eyes. She looked up at Harry and smiled, her eyes seemed to glow as happiness consumed her. "We have to name her, you know." She reminded him.

Harry mentally slapped himself. Why hadn't he thought of that? He completely forgot! "What do you want to name her?" He asked politely, leaning down to see his child better, planting a kiss on Ginny's cheek.

"How about…Amaia Crimson Potter?" She asked, gazing at the baby in her hands.

"I think it's a beautiful name." Harry agreed, pushing his glasses up his face as he stared at his beautiful daughter. This is how a new adventure started – as the Potter's welcome a new life in their world, someone was watching. Even though that Amaia hasn't done a thing – that somebody wishes her dead. One way or another.


So? How you like it? Did I start it out ok? I was afraid it would start out like I planned! :o But, It actually turned out ok! I know, it's short, but it's the prologue! :D

~Lonnee~