A/N It's 4:46 am. I've had this idea for a while. I also have a case of insomnia. Therefore, you get a chapter of this story. Read and review. This is the Prologue and my first Potter fic. It will get better. I promise.
The room was sterile as a horsy woman gave birth to her babies. The first one was a boy. His name was to be Dudley. He was huge, a whopping 10 pounds. The second child was a mere 4 pounds, 8 ounces. She was tiny with auburn fuzz covering her head. As Petunia held her son and daughter, she knew her daughter was different. She looked like her sister in every way, including the spark of magic that all wizards and witches had, that Petunia had wanted so desperately. Her daughter was a powerful witch Petunia knew that. Her spark was as large as many fully trained wizards' sparks were. Petunia was broken out of her thoughts by the doctor. "Ma'am, what is your daughter's name?" the doctor asked kindly. "Emmalilly," Petunia replied softly. "She's my little Emmalilly."
Petunia had figured out that little Emmalilly would have died if not for her magic. Against all odds this tiny baby was living, while her fat twin did every thing a baby is supposed to do- mainly sit, cry, eat, poo, cry, eat, and sleep. Emmalilly never fussed, never cried. She slept, she ate, and she breathed. It was easy to not tell Vernon about her, to keep her hidden. Baby Dudley more than made up for the little missing one, if only in size. Two weeks later when Emmalilly was released from the hospital while Vernon was at work, Petunia paid a visit to her sister.
"Petunia, how lovely to see you!" Lilly said, slightly shocked that her sister was there. "Hi Lilly," Petunia said softly. "Come in, come in! Oh, come see Harry! He is so cute, just a couple of weeks old now. And let me see your little one!" Lilly gushed as the sisters walked through a tidy, small, one-story house. Petunia held out little baby Emmalilly for Lilly to see. "May I hold her?" Lilly asked, hoping she wasn't crossing any boundaries. To her relief Petunia nodded and handed over the baby. In a rough voice, horse from crying Petunia said, "Lilly, I need you to keep Emmalilly." Lilly looked up, shocked. "What?" "She has the spark, brighter than any I've seen. I just don't know how to deal with a witch. I want to love her and to care for her in the best way that I can, and that means letting you take care of her. Please. Tell Harry she's his sister, tell James the truth, tell everyone whatever. I just want her safe and here is the best place," Petunia said, breaking down into sobs. "Oh Tuney," Lilly murmured, holding Emmalilly in one hand, rubbing her sister's back with the other. "Of course I'll keep Emmalilly." "Thank you Lilly." And without another word Petunia kissed her daughter's forehead and left, still crying. She had to take care of her only son, whom was with a sitter she didn't trust in the slightest.
Lilly sighed and held Emmalilly close before placing her in the crib next to Harry. Harry and Emmalilly rolled to face each other and grabbed hands, neither of them conscience of what they were doing. Lilly watched in awe as her infant son accepted his new sister without a further thought.
A year passed quickly in the Potter household. Harry and Emmalilly got along exceptionally well and James loved her. Lilly loved her too, but in a different way. This tiny girl was her sister's gift to her, a sign of total trust. The happy family of four was enjoying another evening in, courtesy of Lord Voldemort's desire to kill them all. Suddenly Voldemort was at the door and panic ensued. "Lilly, take Harry! I'll hold him off!" James yelled as Lilly picked up both children. Emmalilly was the safest, seeing as Voldemort didn't know she existed. Lilly placed her in the crib and covered her totally before Voldemort got in. Protecting Harry she pleaded, "No, please, not Harry. Kill me but please, don't kill Harry." With a flick of his wrist Lilly was dead. Voldemort turned on the child Harry and shot the spell. When it ricocheted no one noticed the small baby nearly killed by the roof falling on top of her. Hagrid whisked Harry away to his aunt and uncle's house while Emmalilly was take to the local orphanage, where she would grow up as a relitivly muggle child for about eleven years. This is where our story begins.
