Summary: Pre-Harry Potter World. Mauraders Gen Fic. SI of sorts. Avyanna is a pure-blooded witch who grew up with James Potter. How will this change the story?

A/N: All outfits are on my profile.

A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world. All rights go to J. and Warner Bros. I only own Avyanna Adira Draki. (Pronounced: Ahv - yah - nah Ah - deer - ah Dray - kee.)

Reviews are always appreciated!

When I say Britain, I mean Magical Britain but since she was born a pure-blood she doesn't think in terms of Magical Britain and Muggle Britain. She just thinks Britain.

Prologue

I remember the day I was born.

Actually, if you want to get technical about it, I remember before I was born. It was dark. Quiet. Except for muffled sounds, but what I remember the most is it was peaceful. It was safe.

I was surrounded by feelings of safety and love. I was in a safe cocoon where nothing and no one could ever hurt me. Occasionally when I stretched, I could feel someone outside the warmth. It was sometimes strong, other times softer; but every time was filled with love.

I didn't know how long I was in there because I had no sense of time. All I knew was safety, love and warmth. There was always a constant presence. It was the softer one, filled with love, longing and sometimes fear. But it was always steady, warm and loving. There was another presence. That was the strong one. Strong, steady, comforting and always unwavering.

One day that changed. One second I was safe and untouchable and the next I knew. It was time to leave. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and be loved forever. I tried. I held on even when I was being pushed out. Then out I came. I went from a world filled with a steady sense of safety to a loud, bright, harsh world.

Unfamiliar hands grabbed me. Strange feelings washed over me (though I didn't know it, it was magic) and I was being moved from one place to another. I was scared and afraid and I didn't want to open my eyes. I made no noise and stayed still. In my tiny brain, I had hoped I would be put back in my cocoon. Where I was safe. After all of the rushing, I could feel the presence. I was being taken to it.

I was gently laid down in their arms and I finally relaxed. The presence was stronger, warmer and safer because it was closer. I remember keeping my eyes closed. Then a gentle finger ran its way down my face and I opened my eyes for the first time.

All I could see was a blur of blonde and light grey eyes. My undeveloped eyes focused on her and I loved. One of the things that makes the Draki family so special is our magical abilities. When we love someone truly and wholly, they are ours. Our magic reaches to their magic and accepts it into our own and connects the two people completely.

That is what happened.

My magic reached out and hers reached out and they met in the middle to forge a bond stronger than blood could ever hope to make. In that moment she was mine and I was hers. I remember feeling him. While my mama was a blur of blond and grey, my papa was a blur of chocolate brown and wild hair. My papa may not have been a Draki by blood but he was by marriage and my magic reached out and showed him how to connect.

In that time, we were all connected.

~-O-~

I was a smart baby. For a while there, all I did way lay in my crib or get held by my parents but eventually I did more.

My days were spent being held by my parents, being read to, being coddled. I was a spoiled child. It was natural for first parents. I was learning how to speak different languages (Mama speaks Italian and Papa speaks French) but it was frustrating because I could never get my mouth to form the proper sounds.

When I was 3 months old, my parents and I were in the living-room sitting in front of the fire. I remember that was the time I did my first accidental magic. I was being read to and Papa started falling asleep. Mama was reading and her voice was soothing. I could feel myself falling asleep. Then she saw Papa sleeping and stopped reading to wake him up.

She set down the book, cast a spell to make sure I wouldn't fall off the couch and then woke him up. I was irritated. I was sleepy and she stopped reading! So I tried speaking.

"Ma-ah! Ma-ah!" I shouted and waved my hands. They froze before slowly turning to me.

"Sweetheart? What did you say?" Mama asked slowly.

"Honey, she won't be able to talk so soon. She doesn't know what she is do-"

"Ma-ah! Ma-ah!" I shouted again. That shut him up. "Ma-ah!" I said insistently, pointing at the book. I wanted her to read to me.

"What?" Mama asked. She didn't understand. The frustration was rising and I could feel something release. One second the book was laying where it was and the next it was floating over to Mama. Happy, I squealed with glee and clapped my hands.

"Ma-ah!" I pointed at the book again. Startled, Mama looked down at the book.

"You want me to read?" Mama asked. She finally got it!

"Ma-ah!" I cheered and looked at her.

"Okay, sweetie. The rabbit went hop and..."

~-O-~

Though I didn't know it, my parents minds were whirling.

A typical child doesn't speak until they are at least 7 months old. (Magic babies develop a bit faster.) I was only 3 months old...and I had just done my first act of accidental magic. Most magical children don't have displays of accidental magic until they are a bit older. My parents were finally catching on to how special I was.

Though I didn't know it, when I went down for a nap, they went into a flurry of Floo conversations and letters. They were so excited they wanted to let everyone know how special their child was. The Draki clan has always been special but even this was unprecedented.

Before the day was done, all of the elites of the magical world knew I had spoken my first word and had my first case of accidental magic. That wasn't the end though. After I managed to speak my first word, I wanted to speak more. Lucky for me, my parents had decided to teach me. Mama held me on her lap and Papa would read to me. He would make sure to say a word clearly and point to it.

By the end of the week, I had a few words in my arsenal. 'Mama, Papa, yes, no, pea-pea(please)' and few others were the ones I used most.

See, I was a peculiar baby. When I did something, I wanted to do it right. When I was learning a new word, I stared at it or listened to it again. I would screw up my face and say the word over and over until I could say it perfect (to me). That was how I learned. My parents enchanted my books to light up each word if I touched it. Then the word would be said (in on of my parents voices) and I would learn a new word that way.

My parents were so pleased and astonished with how I was learning in leaps and bounds that they scheduled a small gathering. (Of all the noble families in Britain.) It was official. I was going to have my first gathering with parents.

My parents had tailors coming and going, House-elves were decorating and cleaning and the Great Ballroom was going to be used for the first time in a long while. It is reserved for truly special occasions and my first social gathering was special to my parents.

I was laid down for a nap early so I could stay up later.

While I was napping, all of the decorations was getting done. When I was woken up, I was fed and then dressed. I had on a white dress robe. First a small, thin white under robe went on. Then the robe itself. It has filmy white layers on the bottom and the top has one strap and on it are small white flowers. Mama gently ran a small comb through my short baby hair.

That done, she picked up a silky white headband and slipped it on me. It has three small, silky flowers attached to it.

"All done sweetling. You look so pretty. You are all dressed for your first Gathering. Let's go to the Nursery for a little bit." After Mama took me to the Nursery and I played with my toys, she went downstairs.

Mama was dressed in stunning blue dress-robes and Papa was dressed in rich, chocolate brown dress robes. Together they greeted their guests and played the part of host and hostess.

"So where is she? Your special child?" This was a reoccurring question. Everyone wanted to meet me. Some wanted to shame my parents by proving I was nothing special. Others just wanted to see if I was anything special. Either way, I was being demanded and my parents were ready to show me.

After Mama excused herself from the party, she came upstairs and got me.

"Alright darling. Now it is time for you to shine." I was carried downstairs. I nestled into my Mama's shoulder and buried my head in her neck. She always had a comforting scent. Like honeysuckle and jasmine.

"So this is she?" A booming voice asked. It was Lord Hector Abbot. He was a Light wizard and was very curious to see me.

"This is she." Mama demurred. "Darling, say hello to Lord Abbot." I didn't want to. I wasn't shy. Draki's are outgoing. I was just stubborn and didn't want to meet new people. The only people I knew were my parents and the house-elves. I didn't want that to chance.

"Well. I should have known the story was too good! Hmph! A young child like this speaking? Hmph. Utter rubbish." His blustery voice was rude and I could feel Mama stiffen.

"I assure you, my daughter can speak. Perhaps she already knows the...type of people she would rather speak to." Mama's voice was cool and collected.

"How dare you?!" His voice rose and I shivered a little. Mama placed a hand on my back and drew herself up as high as she could go.

"No. How dare you?! My daughter is young and unused to situations like this. She is scared! How dare you frighten my child?!" Mama was loosing her control so I raised my head and looked at him. His brown eyes widened as they met my dark, steel grey eyes. I watched him quietly and he fidgeted as my unusually mature eyes met and held his.

"Mean man." I proclaimed, completely and utterly serious. He flushed and his head dropped for a second before Mama beamed at me, cast a pointed look at him and swept imperiously away.

The rest of the gathering exploded into whispers.

"Mama?" I asked. She looked down at me, pride gleaming in her light, grey eyes.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Papa?" I asked. 'Find Papa?' She knew what I wanted and changed direction. After a few seconds, I could see my Papa sitting on the couch with a few other Lords and Ladies. Mama started walking to him but I tugged on her dress robes.

"Yes?" She looked down at me and I pointed to the ground.

"Down?" I asked. 'Set me down?' Surprised, she slowly set me down. Young as I was, I was still conscious of the eyes watching us.

Mama set me down and I fell on my butt. Frustrated but stubborn, I pushed myself up. I wobbled a little and Mama reached out to steady me.

"Alright Sweet?" She asked and I nodded.

"Papa?" I asked. 'Get Papa?' She nodded and called to him.

"Henrik!" He started and turned to us, pushing himself off the couch.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Stay but watch." Mama ordered. He nodded and dropped to one knee. I smiled and slowly moved one foot. Unused to walking, I fell down. Still stubborn, I lifted myself up and toddled over to him, tripping a few times on the way.

It felt like a lifetime but I kept at it.

When I finally fell into Papa's arms, he laughed and swept me up and twirled me around before pulling me into a hug and dropping kiss on my head.

"My stubborn, lovely little darling." He beamed down at me and wrapped an arm around Mama and pulled her close. She dropped a kiss on my cheek before smiling at him.

"Precious, special, perfect." Mama agreed. I yawned and curled into his chest. Being a baby is hard.

~-O-~

A little while later I woke up. I curled up in between Mama and Papa. Mama was gently stroking my hair and I could feel the rumbles of Papa talking. Sleepily, I raised my head and rubbed my eyes.

"Papa?" I pleaded and raised my arms. 'Papa hold me?' He smiled down at me and gently lifted me onto his lap and turned me so I could face the room. In the room was an assorted area of Lords and Ladies gathered. My curious eyes searched the room and landed on a little boy playing with a toy dragon on the floor.

He had wild black hair and when he looked up, I could see he had hazel eyes.

Curious, I squirmed to the edge of the couch and tried to climb down. When I peeked over the edge of the couch, I could see I was high off the ground. Scared, I backed up before looking at Mama. She smiles down at me and picks me up.

"Sweetheart, you are a Draki. And we never give up. We just find a new way to do something." She whispered to me. I giggled a baby giggle and wiggled away. Looking around, I could see the couched dipped at one end. I crawled over Papa's lap and then turned around and slowly lowered myself off the couch, feet first.

Stumbling a little after my feet hit the ground, I clench my jaw and slowly toddle over to the boy. When I get to him, I sit down and look at him. He giggles at me and reaches out. With a small smile, I reach for his hand and a silver light surrounds us. When it fades, I smile at him.

"Hello." He stares at me before tilting his head to the side and smiling.

"Hello." A resounding gasp makes us look up.

The boy's parents are staring at him with pride and astonishment. He had never spoken before. It was a miracle. I giggled and looked at him. He grins at me and I grin back.

I just found my best friend.

James Charlus Potter.