On May 12, 1980, a little girl with fire red hair was born by the name of Lasanderia Koreen Carrow. As she came out of her mother she was crying as all newborns do, only she didn't know the most excruciating pain was about to reach her. Her father had a stick, she didn't know what it was all she knew was there was a red light coming out of the end. "Curcio!" Those were the first words that were ever muttered in her presence. As the red light hit her she screamed even louder.
After he removed "the stick", her father lifted her up and whispered in her tiny ears, "never show emotion, emotion equals weakness and you will be punished no crying no laughter no anything." Lasanderia didn't dare so much as make a squeak. "May I hold her now?" Asked her mother. "Of course." Not gently did her father shove her into her mother's arms. Her father left and now it was just her and her mother. "Listen Lasanderia, there is an awful war going on. There are these awful people they're called blood-traitors. You are pureblood, you will marry a good pureblood boy. We have already arranged it. Don't go anywhere near blood-traitors and mudbloods. We are on the good side. We follow the Dark Lord. We are called Death Eaters. Always follow the Dark Lord and never speak his name."
Lasanderia was laid in her crib and she was scared this wasn't where she wanted to be nor was it where she deserved to be. What would she do in the future that was so awful that placed her in this god-forbidden hell? Maybe it won't always be this bad. She was right it wouldn't always be that awful, it would get worse.
Lasanderia was now one. She could speak but she knew not to. She was fond of her grandmother who taught her what this war was really about. How her parents were for this blood-purity shit and how her grandmother was for equality. Her grandmother took her out of that abusive household for a few hours.
Her grandmother always read her stories. Although children normally start to read around the age of four, Lasanderia, or Deria as her grandmother called her, could read along with her gram and could even read some books by herself. She told her gram, "I wish the story was never over, I never want to leave the pages and I never want to come back." "I know how you feel when you get older I give you the most intriguing stories. Maybe I could even read you the Grimms." Her gram smirked and winked at her. "What's the Grimms gram?" Lasanderia asked in pure wonder. "The Grimms Fairy Tales darling. They are very gruesome but you'll love them. Some are about princesses and princes others are about animals and all of them teach you a lesson, and not the kind your parents teach you." "Do you think you could tell me one?" I don't want to scar you for life." Her gram chuckled. "It's okay you can." Lansanderia nudged. "Oh alright, but do not say I didn't warn you." A gigantic grin was plastered on Deria's pale rosy cheeked face. "This is my favorite, this one is called, La Belle et la Bête." As her gram read to her the story, that she was told translated to Beauty and the Beast, Deria fell in love. She loved the story and it became her favorite story to ever be told.
Deria and her gram heard the door shut, Lasanderia put on a neutral face with no sparkle in her eye. Her gram quickly took Deria off of her lap and flooed away. "Hello, father." Lasanderia said. "Lasanderia, what did you do today?" "Nothing," as always, Lasanderia thought. "Good, where is your mother?" "She's not home. She went out with Wormtail and Snape." "Very well." In that moment Lasanderia sneezed. Uh-oh, thought Lasanderia. Her hair turned a light blue and didn't go away. "What is this?!" Her father shouted grabbing her hair. "I-I don't know father." Lasanderia knew she was in trouble, she knew she was a metamorphmagus and she didn't know how to control her power, but she also knew that this was not acceptable in her family. Her father pulled out his wand and shouted the first words she ever heard. She had become use to the pain it didn't make her scream anymore.
On Halloween 1981 Lasanderia's parents were furious and she knew why. Their precious "Dark Lord" was gone, maybe not forever, but for now, he was gone. Her parent's lives were ruined and she couldn't be happier.
"He's absolutely beautiful, I love him." Lily Potter held her newborn child close and didn't want to ever lose him or let him out of her sight. "I know he's perfect, I love you both so much." James kissed his wife and son's forehead, just as his three best friends came through the door. "May we come in?" Remus asked from the door frame. "Of course, I would like you guys to meet the newest Marauder, Harry James Potter." James said looking at his baby boy in his arms. "He's so tiny." Peter observed with a confused face. "Normally babies are tiny Peter." Lily laughed. "Can I hold him Lil?" James asked with loving eyes. "Of course," Lily handed Harry over to her loving husband.
Later that night the new family was cuddled up on the couch. Lily really wish they didn't have to be in hiding, she wish her parents could meet their newborn baby. She wished she could have Harry and Dudley, her nephew, could meet and play together. She hoped this war would be over soon. Harry started crying, "sounds like he's hungry again, takes after his father." Lily laughed and got into the right position. "I love you both so much." James said looking at his wife and child. "Yeah I guess I like you too." Lily teased and James kissed her.
Harry was one, playing in his playpen by himself. It was Halloween Lily wished she could take Harry out Trick-or-Treating but they were still in hiding. "Lily," James said from the other room. "Yeah?" "Were we expecting Peter tonight?" "No, why?" "Someone's outside." "Trick-or-Treaters?" "Honey, Voldemort is outside, take Harry and run." "James, I love you," "I love you too." They kissed what might be their last kiss. "I love you Harry," "Dada?" "It's okay, love," Lily ran up the stairs with Harry tight in her arms. She put Harry in his crib she didn't know what to do. She heard James downstairs, "hey, baldy, I mean voldy sorry, did Peter rat us out?" Really James now is not the time, thought Lily. "Alright Harry, I don't know how long we have, but remember, I love you, your father loves you, you are loved, and we will always love you and we always love you, no matter what you are loved." The door busted down, there stood a cloaked figure. "Move aside you filthy mudblood." "Not Harry, please not Harry, kill me instead." "Curico!" The red light hit her she screamed. He removed the spell from her he moved over to Harry. As he said the killing curse, Lily threw herself in front of Harry the spell missed her and she hit her head on the changing table and blacked out.
When Lily woke up she saw Sirius standing there with Harry in his arms and Remus next to him. "He's alive?" They were startled to see Lily wake but they couldn't be happier. "You're okay, don't worry James was knocked out for a little bit but he woke up and is yelling at the nurse to let him come in here." Remus explained. "Bloody nurse I just want to see my wi-you're okay!" He ran over to his wife and kissed her. "Potter! Sit your ass down you might go into a coma you fucking arse!" Ah yes, Marleen McKinnon, she was like a sister to James and she was a healer at St. Mungos. "Oh you're awake. Good lets just get a few test done and you guys will be free to go, assuming everything is okay."
After everything was complete they heard that their son had defeated Voldemort. Dumbledore wants Harry to live with his aunt and uncle, at least until the buzz of "the boy who lived" died down a bit.
By the age of two Lasanderia had been beaten, bruised, and scarred. She saw her gram in secret. Her gram was the only good thing in her hellish life. She heard her parents arguing with her gram. She was scared for her gram. Her parents could easily kill her gram…her father came in and told her to stand right in the position she was already in. He placed a shiny metal knife in her hand. She knew not to move, but she didn't know what was about to happen. All she saw was her gram trip and all she felt was hot blood running down her arm.
In the Dursley household there were two, two year olds. One was plump, spoiled, and whiny, the other scrawny, abused, and quiet. Harry Potter was the latter. His parents died in a car crash so he was stuck with his horrid aunt and uncle. His cousin would hit him and sit on him, his aunt would force chores upon him, and his uncle would beat him mearcily. He wanted more than anything to not be there any more. He wanted a family.
"Remus, Remus, come here, come here!" Sirius yelled happily. "What?" Remus laughed walking into room. "We've been approved." "We've been approved?" "Yes!" "We're going to be parents!" Remus kissed Sirius tenderly. Merlin he loved him so much.
Lily and James still didn't have Harry. They wanted him more than anything. The "boy who lived" buzz died down a bit he was turning three in two months. They needed him back desperately.
Now three years old Lasanderia didn't speak. She was still upset over her gram. It wasn't just the fact that her gram died it was more the fact that she's the one who killed her gram. She couldn't let it go. It's not like she needed to talk anyways. She couldn't show emotion. That's why she didn't know what to do when her father grabbed her by the collar and threw her into a shed and locked it. It was only her and him. He told her to be quiet, he told her to stay still. It hurt as he raped her. She was scared. She was three. Three. She didn't know what would happen if she did scream, she would probably get killed, which she really wouldn't object to at this point.
Her father came out with a satisfied smile, she came out with no emotion.