Chapter 1

Lilly potter woke up early in her little cottage in Godric's Hollow to painful contractions. Each one rippled up her spine in powerful, nauseating, electrical jolts. As her piercing cries echoed out into the morning silence, James potter bolted upright in bed at lightening speed. He was half sleep deprived from the night before when he and the other Aurors did seven raids for dark artifacts, five of which had already been tipped off by the first.

" Lilly? Whats wrong dear?" he said in a disoriented voice, fumbling around trying to find his glasses. When he did he saw her tear stricken face and was confused to see her smiling.

"He is coming James," Lilly gasped out in between quakes of agony.

James flew out of bed with such a force, that he stumbled halfway across the room before regaining his balance. He rushed over to Lilly , ready to disapparate away to St Mungo's.

"Wait! Don't forget Levi!," said Lilly in distress.

Without a seconds thought James sprinted out of the cozy little room and returned moments later with a very sleepy and cranky toddler, who in protest of being woken up, was pulling on his dad's hair. Not that James noticed, for his mind seemed to be clouded with worry as he took in his wife's state. Her normally beautiful wavy hair was stuck to her forehead, drenched in sweat. Her rosy completion was now stark white. he faltered in his step when he thought he saw her emerald eyes flicker in color. Lilly's cry of pain made him throw out that observation and when he reached her, they disapparated.

Landing in the designated apparition zone in the delivery department, James called out for some help to aid his wife. A witch wearing white robes started levitating Lilly to one of the rooms and told James to go check in with the wizard at the front desk. He hesitated for a second, but she seemed to be in good hands so he walked towards a beefy looking wizard who was looking in a mirror, combing his hair to cover up a bald spot. As he spotted James his face went red and quickly hid the mirror from sight. James still had the cantankerous Levi, and he was making it especially difficult for him to finish checking in. He kicked and screamed, threw quills at the balding man, and just out of spite wet his pants.

When James was done he went into the waiting room and did a cleaning spell for Levi, then wrote a quick owl to his dad explaining that his second grandchild was about to be born. It took no less than fifteen minutes for Charles Potter to apparate to the hospitable looking proud with a 'zing' in his step.

"sorry dad, but I need to get back to Lilly," James said as he handed Levi off to the graying man.

"Go on, get out of here. when you come back, you better have a brand new potter for me." Said Charles grinning ear to ear.

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It was several very intense hours of labor for Lilly. If it weren't for the silence charms, she was sure that the whole hospitable would have heard her. Lilly cried in torment again and couldn't help but to be envious of the muggle women who could just take pain medication and continue their delivery in a blissful state. In the wizarding world, it was best to leave out such things because the baby at this time was in a fragile magical state, particularly under a lot of stress from being forced out of their familiar hollow. Babies tended to release much accidental magic at this time, and it was no walk in the park for the mothers.

"They were never this bad with Levi," Lilly said as she recovered from a jolt that made her hair frizz

James was currently fussing over Lilly, and seemed to be in as much stress as her. "Here," he said,"Drink some water".

Lilly gratefully took the cup and started sipping it slowly. As she went to hand it back to James, the worst agony she ever felt was overtaking her. It felt like a hundred knives were being plunged into her abdomen. Lilly gave out a bloodcurdling scream and started to violently shake all over. The room was in chaos. The nightstand was thrown across the room at the curtained window, making it shatter. Potions bottles one by one were being thrown at the wall as if by an invisible force

James ran from the room and called the medi-witch in charge of them. She came bursting into the room looking slightly shocked, but overall seemed used to be used to this stage of the delivery process. James went back to comforting Lilly in any possible way, but it seemed like a lost cause. Her back was arched high off of the bed; eyes wide open, almost popping out of her head. They were not her normal lovely emerald green, but a disturbing rusty blood color. James was at the peak of how much he could take, and ended up stumbling over to a corner, dry heaving.

It seemed to be over quite suddenly. Lilly fell back into the bed with an exhausted plop, panting heavily. The medi-witch popped back up wrapping a tiny human in a silver shimmery blanket. As she did this, another witch came in with more bottles of potion, and she gave Lilly a calming draught, for she was still frazzled. James, having recovered, walked back over to Lilly. He noticed that her eyes had returned back to their trademark green, gazing lovingly up at him. He was in half the mind to ask for a calming draught for himself, but something told him that he needed to be alert. This kind of intuition usually only came to be when he was doing Auror work. Looking around the room, he half expected danger to be lurking.

"where is my baby boy?," said Lilly dreamily, staring longingly at the little bundle the medi-witch was holding.

The witch looked uneasy as she wordlessly handed over the bundle to Lilly, then walked briskly out of the room, but then poked her head back in and said to give her a holler if there was anything they needed. Too anxious to see the new addition to the family, James didn't notice her strange reaction.

"What a strange little mark he has," said Lilly gazing at the unusual symbol etched on her babies forehead. The child was astoundingly fast asleep. Lilly guessed that the delivery had took its toll on him, as well as her.

"It looks a lot like the scar my dad has," said James gazing intently at it. "I can't be sure, because I only was able to see it once when he happened to have his glamour down"

"Won't your dad be proud that his grandson is already showing signs of taking after him," said Lilly fondly. Suddenly her eyes lit up. "That is it James, why not name him after Charles?"

"Well, I never actually did like my dads name", said James looking at the door to their room, as if expecting Charles to come in and reprimand him.

With laughter in her eyes Lilly said, "His middle name, James. Harry." She gazed down at her baby again. "Little Harry," she said as she brushed her thumb over his lightening shaped trademark.

When she did, harry suddenly let out a whining cry and started to try and kick and hit the perpetrator. Lilly gasped as blood started to come out of the seemingly closed mark, and for the first time she got a full look at what they had created. Blood was now streaming down over Harry's face and into his eyes. One emerald green just like hers that seemed to look innocently up at her; the other, a rusty blood color with the pupil like a cats that seemed to stare into the depths of her soul.