Title: Savior's Nobody.
Author: Phoenix Fyre
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me, except for Lily's daughter and any other characters you do not recognize. Harry Potter belongs to that literary goddess, J.K. Rowling, and I'm sure she'd have a stroke if she saw what fan fiction writers did to her characters. While the Organization 13 belongs to SQUARE ENIX., as do the Kh ideas. I'm just twisting them to fit my own ideas.
Warnings: Spoilers for OoTP, Slash, it is also an AU, in this twisted timeline
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: The Potters had two children, four-year-old Hallie, and one year old Harry Potter when Voldemort attacked. Hallie saved Harry from the killing curse, interdentally becoming the Girl-who-lived.
Shadowed fire Chapter 1Lily Evans-Potter looked down at her two little children lovingly. Hallie, the older of the two, was sitting on the edge of the bed staring in fascination at her smaller brother's tiny red-faced brother. Curiously, she reached out to touch the tiny thing in her mother's arms.
To her surprise, it moved, making her fall backwards onto the bed with a thump, causing her to cry out in surprise.
"Come here, honey" Lily said laughingly as she wrapped her other arm around her three year old daughter. "This is your new baby brother, Harry Evan Potter. I want you to take good care of him, ok? You're a big sister now, which means that you have to keep him out of trouble." Lily said softly and ruffled the little girl's wild black hair, streaked blood red hair.
Suddenly the door of the hospital room burst open and Lily's exuberant husband, James Potter, came bounding in. He swept over to the bed, put an arm around Lily's shoulder and planted a kiss on her head.
"Where are my little children?" he asked, tickling Hallie's stomach, making her squeal in delight. James then turned his attention to his newest son. Smiling, he stared lovingly at the small face. Lily touched his shoulder to get his attention.
"James, would you like to hold him?"
James looked startled, but agreed. Soon he was cooing to the sleeping face of his newest son. Suddenly, he looked up at his wife.
"Our kids are going to be great some day, Lily, and the only way to make sure of that is that we give them lots of love and care. We can't let either of them feel unloved, because we will be the best parents ever."
Lily couldn't help but smile at her husband's loud declaration. "Of course we shall." She said with a delighted laugh at James' antics. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who could that be?" She asked, frowning slightly. James shrugged and wandered over to the door and opened it, going out into the hallway.
"Hey there, Prongs old pal, how's Lily and your two little bundles of joy? I wanna see the new one you've been boasting about." Lily grinned as she recognized Sirius' voice
coming from the hallway.
"Padfoot, you're making a scene, hurry up and get in the room." This time it was the voice of Remus.
James grinned at his two best friends. "Well, then come on in, Lily's been waiting for you guys to show up for ages." Laughing, the three of them entered the room and gathered around Lily and the boys. James looked around, noticed that Peter wasn't there, and frowned. "Hey, wait a second, where's Peter?" He asked, wondering where their secret keeper had gotten to.
Sirius shrugged. "He said that something came up and that he couldn't come to see the kids 'till next week."
James thought this over for a second. "I guess that's alright. We'll just have to have the welcome party later."
Remus sat down on the side of the bed, and decided that Hallie needed some tickling. Giggling, the little toddler tried to swat her uncle's hand away, with no success.
Laughing, Remus ruffled Hallie's hair.
"Cut it out you two, you'll wake Harry" Lily scolded. A second later, the both Remus and Hallie were as calm as if it had never happened, their faces were pictured of innocents
Lily couldn't help herself as she laughed quietly at their antics.
"Moony, you're supposed to be the mature one that keeps my kids from becoming little terrors because of our influence, and here you are setting that kind of example?" James asked, pretending to be appalled. "Out with you. Out," He said, trying to push Remus out the door.
Unfortunately, James accidentally looked into Hallie's big emerald eyes, and couldn't resist the pathetic cuteness that only babies possess, and relented. Both Remus and James fell to the floor laughing, and Sirius, who was laughing the whole time, just laughed harder.
Suddenly, baby Harry gurgled in his sleep and moved slightly, causing everyone to go quiet for a second to look at the newest Potter. Hallie just blinked and leaned closer to get a better look at her little brother. "Sma'" she mumbled, looking intently at the sleeping baby.
"What's that, baby girl?" Lily asked, surprised.
"Sma'" the older child repeated, more confidently this time. Lily stared at Hallie, torn between being proud or surprised.
James apparently had no such problem, for he immediately picked Hallie up and swung her around delightedly, a grin as wide on his face, laughter spilling from his lips.
"That's her first word," Lily mumbled, still half in shock at what her little girl had just said, "Her first word ever."
Sirius grinned at Remus who was watching the happy scene quietly. "You know what this means?" Remus blinked.
"No. What does it mean?"
"It means, dear moony, that we get to have a party anyways!" Sirius exclaimed, bouncing up and down happily. Remus just smiled, watching the family interact happily.
Unfortunately, there would be very few of these happy moments in the near future.
At that very moment, somewhere, in another part of the country, a little rat was betraying its closest friends.
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"Lily, he's here! Take the kids and go" James yelled to Lily as the front door was blasted away.
Before the loving couple stood an impressive looking fifty-five year old man, who, while not handsome by classical canons, nobody could dismiss as commonplace. The man was tall and thin, with pale skin that gave him an inhuman look.
His face was angular, framed by black hair streaked with grey that reached his shoulder blades, and tied back by a snake-shaped clasp. An aquiline nose, high cheekbones and eerie red eyes completed the picture.
Dressed in expensive dark green robes showing his status of Slytherin Heir, the Slytherin signet ring he wore on his right forefinger served only to reinforce the fact.
This was the Dark Lord, the wizard everyone bar one feared.
Lord Voldemort
"No, James, I won't leave you!" She returned defiantly
"Go Lily, I'll hold him off. I promise you, I'll come back! Just go, dammit!" James ordered again, panic and fear for his wife creeping into his voice.
Lily hesitated for only a second longer, but seeing the determination in her husband's eyes, she nodded and ran up the stairs, not even turning back when she heard a scream and then a cold, cackling laughter. She heard a few spells being exchanged, then the dreaded curse that would destroy ones life
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"James..." Lily Potter wept softly as the triumphant yell reverberated through her very bones, mocking her with the chilling certainty that the one she loved was gone. She clutched Harry to her chest, as if together they might escape her husband's fate. As it was, the heavy footsteps were already thudding towards her son's room, where they lay huddled in a corner. James...her heart broke freshly as she thought his name...James had tried to give them time to run, but it hadn't been enough
Frantically, she ran into the nursery, hoping beyond hope that she and her babies could escape. She had just finished packing up the bags when the door swung open, revealing the creature known as Voldemort, the dark lord himself. He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's forehead.
Terrified for her child's life, Lily flung herself in front of her baby. Voldemort glared at her for her defiance.
"Move aside you silly girl, and I may spare your life." He said coldly.
"No. Not Harry. Take me instead. Please, I beg you. Kill me instead." She knew it was pointless to plead with Voldemort, but she had to try. She would give anything so that her babies could live. "Anyone but Harry, take me please"
Voldemort laughed coldly. "It would appear that you have made your choice. Avada Kedavra." He smiled cruelly as a jet of green light emerged from the wand; seeming to be intended for the pleading woman, until the last moment as a sharp jerk sent the spell toward the ceiling, making it collapse upon the unsuspecting woman, knocking her unconscious.
"If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you without offering you your life." He informed the unconscious mother. The Dark Lord then turned his attention to the two toddlers on the floor. A cruel smile formed on the man's thin lips, as he raised his wand and pointed it at the younger child. "Good bye, little Potter." he whispered. Then he uttered the curse that had brought even the most powerful wizards and witches to their death.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A flash of green light erupted from the tip of the wand, flying at the child on the left. But his big sister was there, hugging him to her, protecting him.
Before the child even had time to scream the curse hit her. But instead of killing like the curse was intended to do, it rebound and went flying back at the person who castes it. The curse hit the man and he screamed in pain as his soul was ripped from his body, sending it into the shadows as the body was destroyed. The raw power that had been the Dark Lord's was now loose and shook the house. Windows were shattered and pieces of the roof collapsed as the house tried to with stand the dark magic.
In the center of this magical storm, baby Harry whom had not been hit by the curse screamed as he a falling piece of wood sliced into the soft skin of his right arm, creating a rather off shaped cut, as he wiggled out of big sister gasp, shaking her frantically as he wake her.
Why wouldn't she wake, his mommy was sleeping to why were they sleeping, whimpering Harry curled up beside his sister and fell asleep.
It was a slow process but soon the dark magic began to disappear leaving behind rubble, a barely standing house and dark magic signatures all around. In the mist of all this chaos
But little did the children know was that what happened here would go down in History, nor did they know that Hallie Potter would soon become nothing more then a memory to her brother, as in the early hours of the day, Albus Dumbledore would be whisking her away, and unknowingly setting the child's Destiny onto a new unforeseen path.
Four year old Hallie had been found by the police wrapped up in warm blankets on the doorstep of a recently closed down orphanage doorstep.
The police investigated and found nothing to indicate any suspects, and to their disappointment, young Hallie Potter was not able to help. And strangely enough there was only burnt down rubble at the address the child had given, nor was their any records of recent deaths, the case was closed and soon forgotten.
The child handed off to the Child Services department who looking for a home to place her in, as she had one other living relative on record. Petunia Evans, now Petunia Dursley, wife to Vernon and mother to Dudley Dursley.
The door burst open and Axel tumbled in, yelping as a
"It's an unformed keyblade." He said. "It has not had a key chain attached to it, so it has no definite form. You need to find a key chain for it. Something that holds special significance to you. You need to choose something wisely because once it takes form, you can't change it."
"Why are you giving this to me?" Sora asked. "I can't go anywhere and fight."
"You don't need to. Its for here on this world." Remember, Namines heart is just like Roxas. The quean may come after her also. You will need to be able to protect her."
Sora smiled. Then he took off his wedding ring, and attached it to the end of the keyblade. The keyblade disappeared with a shower of sparks. Soras smile widened. He thrust out his rite hand and in it materialized a golden keyblade. It was about 4 feet long, and on the back side of the blade sprouted what looked like metal feathers. Along the blade was intricate carvings, and in those carvings was written the names of everyone he loved and cared about it. The hand guard was a golden ring with ruins etched into it, and from the end of the key chain hung Soras ring. Soras grin could not get any wider.