Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk "Joanne" Rowling.

"My word, James!" chastised a red-haired beauty, in one had held something normal people would think was a stick, but to wizards and witches alike it was a wand. The red-haired beauty levelled her gaze towards her sheepish husband, green eyes darkening in what seemed to be anger and a shimmer of hidden amusement. "I can't believe you. Ophelia could've gotten hurt with how fast she was flying!"

James chuckled nervously as he held his bundle of a daughter, meanwhile, Ophelia was gurgling in happiness as she nested within her father's loving embrace which made her mother calm down and melt at the sight. James smiled at his wife, "Sorry, Lily-dear, I got too caught up."

"Oh, this isn't fair," she huffed, "I can't ever get mad at you with Ophelia."

Ophelia Asphodel Potter, honorary daughter of the House of Black, was a bright and inquisitive child. She held eyes that displayed intelligence that a mere child no more than a year old should have, and not to mention her name had been written down as soon as she was born. All in all, we have quite the witch on our hands.

She watched as her mother visibly calmed down, although her young mind can't comprehend the exact meaning, she knew enough that her mother was no longer mad at her father. Satisfied, Ophelia clapped her hands drawling warm smiles from her parents.

It was a quiet evening, James was busy tinkering with the wards while Lily was keeping herself busy in the kitchen. Lily briefly reached down to touch her slightly swollen belly, she was three months pregnant and James had agreed with her to have Severus be the Godfather while they'd have Professor McGonagall as godmother.

Lily sighed as she stroked her belly, her only wish was for everything to be safe, for her family to remain untouched. Call it a mother's intuition, but she just knee this little life in her was a boy. He was going to be such a protective little lion over her darling Ophelia.

Lily allowed herself to slip into a fantasy, she imagined that her husband would be fussing which guy friend her little Ophelia befriended would he his son in law, then she giggled a little when James would realise his daughter would have to get married, Merlin forbid it.

Lily could see Sirius backing James up saying how no one would he worthy of his little prongslet. And Lily would have the backing of Remus about how ridiculous the entire affairs was. Perhaps their little son that was growing in her would side with James on the fact his sister would belong to no one but them. And Peter would try to break all the fuss while supporting each side occasionally. And Ophelia would be exasperated with the whole event and just resigned in amusement...

Not noticing it, Lily found herself with tears rolling down her cheeks. She leaned both hands against the kitchen counter and sobbed quietly to herself. It wouldn't happen because of this stupid war, Remus was suspected as a spy, Peter haven't been seen since two months ago and Sirius was just called two days ago to attend a raid retrieval.

Two arms wrapped around her and a warm lips pressed themselves to her temple, she found her husband's sweet whisper into her ears promising a good life if they were to get out of this. Once The war was over, they'd leave Magical Britain never to be seen again, never to be involved again.

"Sirius and Remus could come, and Severus too if you want," he said. Lily found herself nodding as she buried herself into the warm embrace of her husband. "Oh, James... I just wish all this war to end. I want our babies to have a good life, I want to be able to scold them when needed, to love when unconditionally, to show them how much they mean to me."

"I know, Lily-pad, I know," James whispered, "It won't be long. Soon, this war will end and we'll live together as a family, happy."

James was right about one thing, the war would end soon... Or perhaps a better term would be, there would be a cease fire for a while. What he got wrong was the fact they would be a whole family, and happy. After all, as they say and we all know, Fate is a bitch.

James was the first to feel it, not long after, Lily did too. It was a cold sensation, despair, hatred, fury and triumph flooded into the air like water down an empty pipe. It was chilling, worse than a Dementor. James wasted no time in asking his wife to run, he cursed Peter in the process, before gripping his wand in his hand. Leveling it to the door, the hinges blasted open and there stood the most disgusting being to ever walked on earth, The Dark Lord.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't James Potter." The Dark Lord gave a rather nasty grin and in a flash, without his want, he uttered the two words responsible for the deaths of those out there, "Avada Kedavra."

Like a sack of potatoes, the young Lord of Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter fell to his death. His body dropped onto the floor and life faded from his hazel eyes that usually was filled with mischief. The Dark Lord sneered at the corpse that hit his feet, he kicked it aside and advanced towards the floor above where a trading magical signature was flaring about like some first year Gryffindor. He suppose a filthy mudblood couldn't amount to anything more than just that.

The Dark Lord descended upon the stairs and merely scoffed at the other magical's attempt to block his entry. With a wave of his hand, the door erupted along with whatever furniture used to block it. The woman laid the baby on the crib, turned to him and she begged.

How utterly humiliating. This was the woman who mothered the so call person that would "vanquish" him? Amusing.

"Step aside, girl." He said, hoping to end his objective faster, but of course, Gryfindors would be Gryffindors. She defied him, three times, and his patience broke. Muttering the two words, sickly green light hit her and down she fell like a rag doll. He turned his attention to the toddler before him, eyes shining much like the curse he had just performed. "It's a waste, but alas, sacrifices must be made for the greater good... Avada Kedavra."

That night, The Girl Who Lived was born. Born into a world of Tragedy.

A/N: I actually written a similar one before on here titled Asphodel Ash Potter. But then things happened and got banned in my country and when I had access to it I deleted the story to avoid any readers that would like my book having to suffer from a discontinued book. I revised the older version of what I wrote and found that I didn't like the way it was portrayed. So this is basically a revised version of that book. When I finally got a solid access to this site, I published this book along with another under the title "Of Titles and Courtrooms"

This time, I spent more time debating with myself on how Fem!Harry was to be named. At first, I had wanted the name to be as written before, which was Asphodel with the nickname Ash, but I find that it wasn't suitable as I may slip back into the writing phrase of before. So I went surfing for names, then my friend who was asking what had me troubled suggested I break the tradition of authors naming Fem!Harry after flowers?

I told them that daughters in the Evans family were named flower and there has been Fem!Harry who has non-flower names, such as Harriet or Ebony or Artemis and such. My friend understood what I meant so she suggested a name after a monarch? Make it a "Potter Tradition", make it up. It wasn't such a bad idea so I looked it up, Mary, Elizabeth, Anne, Victoria (I was tempted with the name Victoire but had decided against it) none of them had caught my eye. I was disappointed and my friend said not to fret. So we went on with name hunting.

By then, I was really going to give up and use the name Harriet or Asphodel, my friend hit me on the head for that. So I figure I would turn back to flowers again after all? We ended up with the name Briar-Rose... which was then denied by the only guy friend I had who read fanfics. He claimed, as I quote, "No guy wants to call a girl by such a long name. It's troublesome." which made sense to my ears. But then the other friend who had been helping me with this problem said that she could always shorten her name to Briar or Rose which I promptly denied. No character of mine is going to be called Rose on my watch.

So we were back to square one. Then we turned to mythology, stars and constellations. Leaning towards Harry's connection to the black through Sirius and his grandaunt Dorea. We were thinking of changing the relations a little, naming Dorea and Charlus Harry's grandparents instead of Fleamont and Euphemia, making it more... realistic? (Not sure if that's the word I should use.) that Fem!Harry was named after some star or constellation.

So after a long research, we settled on a choice between two names, Ophelia and Casseopia. It was already decided that Asphodel remained as part of her name so we made it her middle name, so now was either Ophelia or Casseopia... which in the end as you read, Ophelia won. Because Casseopia, in my opinion, was too much of a hassle to type, and plus Casseopia was already someone's name and to my knowledge, no Black had the name Ophelia yet so I was a goner for that name :P

And that was how we ending up deciding on Fem!Harry name as Ophelia. Now thank you for those who actually read my long story, do comment what you think on the name Ophelia Asphodel Potter... honorary Black. :D I hope the story pleased you.