A Twist of Fate
By: Child of Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
If I did, Harry would be female and Remus would have married her instead of Tonks!

A Message From the Author: (walks up on stage)
Okay, my darlings, this is the revised, much better planned out version of Destiny's Light.
While the basics will remain the same, for example, Female-Harry, a creature inheritance, Remus as her mate and the general plotline, other things, like her name and exactly what creature she becomes, have been changed.
So, now that that's out of the way, I am proud to present A Twist of Fate!
(fireworks explode in the air and curtains slowly start to open)
Please sit back and enjoy the show!
(exits stage)

Chapter One: Prologue

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
And the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she shall have power the Dark Lord knows not
And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

July 31, 1980
11:59 p.m.
St. Mungo's Maternity Ward

"How are you feeling, Lils?" James asked eagerly as he aimed the video camera at his heavily-pregnant wife.
"How do you think I feel, James?" the redheaded witch snarled furiously, panting heavily between contractions.
"Turn that thing off!"
"What are you hoping for?" he continued, smirking and dancing out of reach as she made a furious grab for him.
"That someone will give me a wand so I can castrate you!" she ground out through tightly clenched teeth.
"Do you realize that in just a few seconds, we'll be parents?" he pressed with a huge grin.
"Do you realize that in about a minute, you're going to be divorced?" Lily shot back angrily.
Her face contorted in pain as another contraction hit.

"You're doing great, Lily!" the Healer encouraged cheerfully.
"Just one more push!"
The red-haired woman let out a long, agonizing groan, her face sweaty with exertion.
A second later, the piercing cry of a newborn filled the air just as the clock struck midnight.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter!" the Healer exclaimed as she cleaned the wailing infant up.
"You have a beautiful baby girl!"
The redhead smiled tiredly as the Healer placed the blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms before sending another glare in James' direction.
The messy-haired man paid her no heed as he practically skipped over to the door and opened it to reveal two grinning Marauders.

"Wormtail couldn't make it," Remus told James as he stepped into the room.
"Something about having to take care of his sick mother..."
"Hiya, Lilykins!" Sirius chirped happily as he bounced over to the bed.
"Ewww, she's all tiny and wrinkled and red..." he grimaced as he caught a glimpse of the infant.
Lily raised an eyebrow as the werewolf smacked the Grim Animagus over the head.
"Are you insinuating that there's something wrong with my baby, Black?" the redhead asked sweetly, her piercing green eyes glinting dangerously at the Marauder.
Sirius paled.
"No, no!" he backtracked hurriedly, eyes wide.
"There's nothing wrong with her, she's beautiful and perfect and definitely not a infant version of a female Crabbe and Goyle combined into one person..." the Animagus babbled nervously.
Lily's eyebrow just arched up further as Remus groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Now you've done it..." the werewolf grumbled in irritation as James approached.
"Well, Pads, if you really feel that way about your goddaughter, perhaps we should have made Remus her godfather instead."
The werewolf snorted in amusement as Sirius quickly began stammering jumbled apologies before suddenly jumping ten feet in the air with a high-pitched yelp, clutching his backside protectively in both hands as the messy-haired Auror sent a barrage of stinging hexes in his direction.

October 17, 1981
5:30 p.m.
Godric's Hollow

"Are you sure you want me to be your Secret Keeper?" Peter stuttered in shock as James chased after a one year old Layla who was flying around the living room on the toy broom that Sirius had gotten her as a birthday present, knocking a hideous pink vase decorated with tiny red roses off of the glass coffee table and onto the floor, glass shards scattering everywhere.
Shadow, Lily's black cat streaked under the couch with a furious hiss, fur standing on end.
"Layla, baby, please get off the broom!" the bespectacled man begged as he watched his precious baby girl zoom around in the air on the crazy wooden deathtrap disguised as a children's toy.
He was going to murder that stupid mutt for giving his baby something so dangerous as a broomstick, and after he had specifically told him that Layla wasn't allowed anywhere near a broom until she was twenty-five!

And let's not even talk about Layla dating.
Just the thought of boys coming within a hundred feet of his sweet, innocent daughter had him automatically reaching for his wand.
"Layla, stop!" he pleaded as the one year old knocked over a lamp.
The 21 year old groaned and flopped into an armchair.
Yep, he was definitely going to kill Sirius once Layla was asleep in her crib for the night.

November 1, 1981
11:45 p.m.
Little Whinging, Surrey

Albus Dumbledore stepped forward and gently laid the blanket-wrapped bundle on the front doorstep of Number Four, Privet Drive.
Nice and warm inside her snuggly cocoon of blankets, a sleeping Layla wriggled slightly, her tiny fingers clenching firmly over the corner of an envelope that was tucked in her small fist.
On her forehead, underneath a tuft of black hair, was a fresh cut in the shape of a lightning bolt, the only reminder, besides the nightmares that the newly-orphaned toddler would surely have as she grew older, of the terrible events that had taken place just 24 hours before.
As the adults departed, little Layla slept on.
The poor child had absolutely no idea just how difficult her life was about to become.