In this story, the Prophecy was gender neutral, not like how it was in the books.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Bu-Bmp. Bu-Bmp. Bu-Bmp. Bu-Bmp.
My heart beats so loud. Waves crash in my skull and drown out her words, but I get the gist of what Professor McGonagall's telling me and Harry.
Harry Potter, my brother.
Wow.
15 Years Earlier
My parents, Lily and James Potter, suspected Professor Trelawney's Prophecy was about one of their children, but they were just not sure which one. Because I was the firstborn, and the first witch born to the Potter family in generations, they felt it would be me.
They put protection around themselves and my twin brother Harry, while sending me to live with their most trusted friend Sirius Black. Sirius pretended I was his own, that my mother had abandoned me after birth. For one year, the plan worked fine. No one had suspicions and my parents visited every so often, but they did not reveal to either me or Harry that we were twins.
Not that it would have made a difference: I was too young to remember them before they died.
Apparently I cried throughout that Halloween night when they were slaughtered. Sirius stayed by my crib, not knowing what to do because I was usually such a calm baby. He only left once around 2 AM, to answer Professor Dumbledore who called through the fire.
When Sirius came back to my nursery after hearing the devastating news, the window was open and I was gone.
Author's Note: I know that had to be confusing, it's so wierd knowing the background of a story and then having to explain it on paper. Please tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is much appreciated!
