I am adopting this story from Tiki Rane Gobell. I have permission to finish it. The author has written two chapters, however, I am going to change some things. I will only keep the prologue the same.

Prologue: The Girl-Who-Lived

James Potter was a soon-to-be dad and proud of it. Just ask any of his buddies, especially his best friend, Sirius Black. Sirius had to listen to him day in and day out. The baby shifted. The baby kicked. The doctor said it was going to be a boy. We're going to name him Harry after my grandfather and James after myself. Harry James Potter is going to be great at Quidditch, I just know it. I hope he gets his mother's beautiful eyes. I hope he's a prankster, even better than me. I wonder if he'll be an Animagus… And it just went on and on. Sirius was happy for his friend. It was great that he was able to find so much joy in this time of war. However, Sirius was also getting tired of hearing this same stuff day-after-day. James was becoming tamed. Lily had a collar on him and this child was going to put him on a leash.

'Poor James. What will the Marauders be without you?' Sirius thought.

"Night, Prongs, Lily. I'll see you later this week," he bid farewell to his friend and his wife. He did not expect that the next time he saw them, it would be panicked and rushed.

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 him as equal, but he will 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 ...

With those words, the Potters' lives changed drastically. They were forced into hiding under the Fidelius Charm as Peter Pettigrew as their Secret-Keeper. Those last few rushed minutes together would be the last that the Marauders would be together again.

Lily hired a mid-wife to deliver her child, just a simple Muggle mid-wife. Voldemort would have trouble tracking down such a random mid-wife nor would he ever expect Lily to give birth to the child through Muggle-means. It was so painful, after all. But it was worth it. It kept more information out of the Dark Lord's spidery hands.

However, neither parent was ready for the great shock that was to come the night of July 31, 1980. Lily had been in labor all day. It was approaching midnight when the child finally came out, covered in blood and birth fluids. But it was not that which caused such a great shock. It was the announcement of just a few words by the mid-wife.

"Congratulations! It's a girl!"

Lily and James looked at each other tiredly. A girl? But the tests…

"The test did have a percentage of leeway for inaccuracy," Lily stated as if reading James' mind.

"But what will we name her?" James asked, watching as the child was bathed and wrapped in a blanket before being placed in the arms of her mother.

Lily kissed the head of her little girl gently. "We'll just have to call her Harriet Lily Potter."

"You always were the smart one," James said as he was handed the small girl. She had his jet black hair and her mother's eyes. He could tell already. James gave Lily a loving smile. "Should we tell the others?"

Lily shook her head. "No, not yet. She will be safer without them knowing."

O0o.o0O

Vernon Dursley did not do abnormal. Everything had its place and its boundaries and nothing should ever cross them. Magic, fairies, goblins, and vampires did not hold a place in his imagination or in his world. Everything had an explanation, even that cat reading the road sign labeling the road as Privet Driver. Reading? Wait, no. It was looking at the sign, just like how it was only looking at the neat little houses with tidy yards and shiny cars, each sickeningly the same as the next one. Vernon shook his head, ignored the cat, and continued his drive to work.

Vernon was good at ignoring. All day he was able to ignore the masses of robed people in the streets. He was able to ignore the massive number of owls flying through the streets in broad daylight. He was even able to ignore the cat sitting rigidly in his front yard, and even the shooting stars that lit the night sky. He was not able to ignore his wife's scream the next morning however, as she went out to get the milk.

A baby sat on the front porch grasping a letter in her hand and a lightning-bolt-shaped scar clearly visible on her forehead. Petunia Dursley's scream woke her up and she began crying. Petunia hurriedly brought the baby in (so that the neighbors wouldn't see) and set her on the table. The child soon quit crying and peered around curiously.

"What is this?" Vernon yelled, his temper flaring.

"I don't know," Petunia answered, slicing the letter open. As she read it through, Vernon could see her gulp, the action obvious with her horsey neck.

"There's no way...This is…my sisters…"

O0o.o0O

Vernon Dursley had yelled himself hoarse that morning. Who was he yelling at? Good question. Even he didn't rightly know. He just kept yelling out insults and threats in the hopes that the right people would hear him…some of those freaks. They had left a baby freak in his care and didn't even ask his permission, not that he would have given it. But still, those weird cloak-wearing, wand-waving, absolutely emotionally instable freaks were also rude to the point of forcing a child he couldn't care less for in his care. They should have given it to another family or left it in the orphanage, where he had half-a-mind to put it anyway! But Petunia wouldn't let him. She insisted that they could squash the magic out of the freak and turn it into a regular child. Vernon sure hoped she was right!

Yet still, the little thing gave him the most credible evidence that those freaks were idiots or crazy or maybe a little of both. The letter that some..Dumblydorf or something…left for the Dursleys to read was completely bogus! It had said something about some Voldie-character wanting death and destruction, something about blood and the m-word (magic), something about how safe the child would be in his house (They couldn't even protect their own, he inferred), something about Eaters of something that would be searching for the boy…and that's just where it really goes bananas. Boy. Now, Vernon had never been the ladies man in his youth, and certainly not now in his obese mid-life, but even Vernon knew what a girl looked like. It was quite obvious when one changes a dirty diaper exactly what sex the child is. However, those freaks couldn't even get that right! They said the child's name was Harry James Potter, which is definitely a masculine name.

Of course, what Dursley didn't understand was the state Wizarding world. If he did, he might have (but never would) have blamed the slight but significant overlook on the fact that everyone was moving much too hastily trying to pick off the last remnants of followers after the defeat of the dark lord, or maybe he could have blamed it on the fact that everyone was so happy that such a little thing escaped their attention. Maybe the blame lied on the fact that even Lily and James had told them the baby was a boy. Or the dark of the night they delivered…her…was to blame. Or maybe it was something so simple as that her baby clothes were unisex and babies' genders are so hard to tell when that young. Perhaps the blame lies simply on the fact that wizards use a spell to clean dirty diapers and had no need to look at their savior's underparts. Whatever was to blame, it was certain that such a mistake would forever change the life of the boy..no…girl-who-lived…