Prologue

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James and Lily Potter were the perfect couple anybody could tell you that. However, they had one thing that made them different from everyone else. James and Lily were elves. Not the type that they tell you about in fairy tales: pointy ears, blue eyes, incapable of harming people – those traits are a bunch of lies. They are true elves, elves that have their own world.

James had un-tameable jet black hair, brown eyes that made people think that he could look into your soul, and a well toned body from years of playing quidditch at Hogwarts. He was 6 feet tall, which complemented Lily's 5 feet 9 inch stature. Lily had fiery red hair that appeared to dance like real fire when wind washed through it. Her pail green eyes could make anyone want to open up to her no matter how long they had known her.

Three months after the birth of twins, an unexpected visitor came knocking named Voldemort. He had a very pale complexion that could make a vampire appear healthy. He had blood red eyes that could show any who dared to look all of the hate and anger he had for those who dared to defy him. As soon as he blasted the front door off the Potter's house James told Lily to hide the twins. Just as soon as Lily came back to the living room, she witnessed the murder of her husband. She quietly crept up the stairs to the twins' room to protect them with all her might. After Voldemort killed James, he went after Lily to find the twins. Taking his time to climb up the stairs, he entered the twins' room to find a pissed Lily, not one crying in fear and begging for mercy. As soon as she saw Voldemort, she was ready for the final confrontation between her and the Dark Lord.

"Get out of my way, woman!" Voldemort spat.

"Never!" Lily cried defiantly.

Hearing her response, Voldemort snarled "Fine, then die with them." And cast the killing curse

Lilly showed no fear as the curse hit her directly in the chest. Falling to the floor her cold lifeless green eyes stared hauntingly up at Voldemort. He could not stop looking at Lily's eyes. He kicked her body to the side and moved to the crib where he saw the twins. Without a second thought, he fired the death curse at them. Thinking that the twins had died, Voldemort turned to walk out the door. Out of nowhere, a purple beam hit Voldemort in the back creating a large eruption and causing Voldemort to vanish without a trace. Two people entered the room from seemingly empty air and took the girl twin.

Later that evening Dumbledore came to see what had happened. The Potter's house was rubble and the baby Harry was still alive. Dumbledore picked up Harry and dropped him off at the doorstep at the home of the Dursley family, leaving him with a muttered good luck.