Harry looked down at Ginny. Her face matched her fiery hair and she once again tried to push. A cry of anguish came from her lips. The St. Mungo's doctors around them were frantically trying to figure out what was wrong. Of course, the baby was already unexpected. Only 32 weeks into the pregnancy, the child was 8 weeks early, too many things could go wrong. The next 12 hours were horrible. Harry couldn't decide which was worse; Ginny's screams or, eventually, the absence of screams from the baby when she was born.

The child was alive and breathing and squirming but she didn't cry.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, trying to sit up to see their daughter as the doctors rushed the child away.

"It'll be okay" Harry said, trying to convince himself just as much as he was Ginny. Harry clutched Ginny's hand and they waited and waited.

As he sat in the stiff chair next to Ginny, Harry felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to find James standing there with his big hazel eyes. Behind him, Albus stood shyly behind him, he looked upset.

"Where is she daddy?" James asked. Albus nodded furiously behind him.

Harry sighed, "We're still waiting boys"

The room held its breath, no one dared speak.

Ginny slipped in and out of consciousness, but stayed in good health.

The little room was dark in the night, the clock on the wall read 3:00 AM. Outside a full moon sparkled. This child would be different, that much was fate.

Ginny and Harry had been expecting and hoping for a daughter. Her name had been decided for a long time.

When the squirming bundle made her entrance, she ended up in Ginny's arms.

"Lily Luna Potter". Ginny said, letting the name roll off her tongue.

"She's beautiful" Ginny giggled. Harry leaned down and kissed Lily's small head.

"That she is" he said. He looked at his daughter. So small and fragile, but Harry could tell, she'd be the strongest of them all.

Lily had turned six only a few weeks ago. She stated repeatedly that she was overjoyed that her birthday was in the summer so that Teddy before he returned to hogwarts to start his fourth year. Lily had always loved the way he could change his face into animals, it was especially funny when he got stuck.

In was now the middle September and Lily was serving a grounding for sneaking into the broom shed in the yard and trying to fly off.

At four years old Lily had officially become the biggest prankster of her family, and the biggest trouble maker since the original James Potter.

That night, Lily laid down in her bed for the last time in a long time.

"We've been planning for months! We can't stop now!" Parkinson argued, "A few minor setbacks! So what? The plan still works"

The group lurked outside the Potter house in Godric's Hollow.

"We just go in, Grab the middle kid and get out" she said. The others around her nodded.

"Good, let's go" she hissed.

Ginny shot up at the sound of screams. Lily's screams.

"LILY!" she screamed as she fell out of bed her blankets tangling around her legs.

Harry bolted out the door with Ginny seconds behind him. Glass shattered in Lily's room as Harry and Ginny raised their wands and ran in. The last thing they saw was a hooded figure dragging Lily to the broken window and disapparating. Ginny screamed and ran to the window, pressing her hands against the shattered pane, the glass cutting into her palms. Harry ran to Ginny, holding her wordlessly.

When Lily woke up she was in a dark room that was stiflingly hot. She looked around and tried to stand but her legs buckled beneath her. She was weak and tired and her right shoulder throbbed horribly. Lily looked down to her shoulder and shrieked. A large werewolf bite bled onto the splintered wooden floor.

Lily jumped when the lock in the door clicked and a person walked in. A man who looked a little older than her father walked in and smiled at Lily; the sight disturbed her.

"Well, if it isn't the sweet little Potter girl". The man pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. Her legs trembled beneath her as she closed her eyes and hoped it was all a dream. No such luck existed. He gave her one last terrible smile before yelling,

"Crucio!"

"We were supposed to grab the middle boy, Albus or whatever his name is. But in a way, this is better, the youngest, Potters little girl. How early did you say she was born?" Parkinson asked, watching the door to the attic, screams echoed around her.

"32 weeks" the man in the cloak said, "We have to be careful, she can't die yet". Parkinson nodded.

"Have Raphael take care of the rest of her visit" Parkinson said. The cloaked man's eyes widened.

"Are you sure? He generally ends up killing his victims, accidentally of course." Parkinson growled,

"Just have it done!" she stomped away.

It had been 3 weeks as a prisoner in the stiflingly hot room. Lily hurt all over but she didn't cry, if she cried then she'd be admitting that she was scared, and she had to stay strong, for her father, for her mother.

Lily had been alone for the whole day. Her stomach screamed for food and her mouth had been dry for ages. The lock in the door clicked and Lily sat up, praying for food or water.

Instead it was the man that normally came, and another.

"Ms. Potter, this is a friend of mine, he's going to be watching you today". The other man was sickly skinny and had pasty white skin. He smiled at her, all the people had smiled. But the smiles were all foreboding of a pain worse than death.

"Let's begin" he snarled.

When Lily woke up her entire body ached like she'd been run over by a nundus. The woman who had abducted her stood above her, holding a long thin chain.

"Your father ruined everything for me, so I'm going to ruin everything for him! But I'm done using magic, you deserve something a bit more physical" She raised the chain and brought it down on Lily's back.

Lily lost count of days after that. She knew it was more than a week but soon she stopped trying to count. She just wanted to go home. Not caring anymore, she cried. All the tears that had burned her eyes ran down her cheeks and made dirty puddles on the floor. There wasn't any hope left, she was going to die.

When Lily woke up again it was from pain.

"Hurry" she heard a voice say, "They're coming to get her!" They bound her hands and mouth tightly so she couldn't move of cry out.

Her head was fuzzy but she remembered the man saying something about someone coming to get her. Was it her father? Oh, she hoped so. Somewhere in the house, she heard a duel commence. When it was over Lily held her breath, waiting to hear her father's voice. But she didn't. "LILY!" A voice screamed. Lily let her breath go,

Lily tried to call but her voice was muffled by the thick gag. Lily tried to push out the gag but to no avail.

"LILY!" a new voice called. Hope and desperation fueled her as she banged her heels against the floor. Splinters pressed into her feet and her heels began to bleed.

The voice called her again and she slammed her heels into the floor more ferociously. It didn't make much sound and Lily began to lose hope. The door handle was tried and Lily tried again to cry out through her gag.

"Nothing" a voice said.

"You checked?" a different one asked.

"Locked, but there's no sound" the first answered.

"I thought for sure she'd be here" The first voice said sadly. Finaly, Lily remembered where she'd heard in before. It was her Uncle, Charlie. She hadn't seen him in so long.

With a final effort, Lily bit into the gag, ripping the faberic and stretching it out of her mouth.

"Uncle Charlie?" Lily squeaked.

Within seconds the door blew inwards and Charlie appeared.

"Hey kiddo!" He said rushing to her side. Next, a man Lily didn't recognize came in, and Lily could see a third guarding the door. Charlie released her bonds and scooped Lily into his arms as she grunted from pain. The four of them ran from the building. The last thing Lily saw before she blacked out was Charlie's face smiling sadly at her.