The beginning.
It was a chilly autumn night, and a quiet one at that, when Lily Potter clutched onto her pregnant stomach for dear life. At least, all seemed peaceful from outside the second safe house they had lived in that month, but that was due to the dozen and a half protection and silencing charms placed around the place. Something was different about this house, though. It was the kind they hoped to live in after the war, when they could raise their children, and have a peaceful life together. The young couple hadn't mentioned the move to anyone, not even Dumbledore himself, and Lily had been using concealing charms for the past seven months.
Yes, this pregnancy was most definitely a secret. There was no way the couple wad going to endanger another young life, as the prophecy had done to their son. If it hadn't been for that stupid prophecy, everything could've been okay. Although, the Dark Lord would still want them as followers, they wouldn't have a need to worry about their safety quite as much. Now, they had to hide their second born from the entire wizarding world in order to protect it.
Lily's screams, in all actuality, echoed throughout the whole two story residence they'd been occupying as she entered into labor. But, James was there, patiently tending to his younger wife's every need. Luckily, he'd practiced the process with the midwitch during the last pregnancy. Otherwise, he would have been entirely clueless. It lasted through the night, and the redheaded witch had moments of comfort between the endless hours of pain. She swore that nothing could hurt more than childbirth, with a possible exclusion of the cruciatus curse, and she was even unsure of that. James tended to his wife's every need during the passing hours, keeping her hydrated and using spells in effort to keep the pain to a bare minimum.
As dawn slowly crept across the land, the crowning began. It only took a few more pushes, and out came their beautiful baby girl, covered in her mother's blood and disgusting afterbirth. James wiped off the babe and held her tenderly, kissing her forehead before passing the child to his sweet wife. A light tuft of red hair, and big bluish-green eyes proved that she had received her mother's beaut, but a few of her facial features represented her father as well. She was absolutely perfect.
Lily looked down at the girl, tears streaming down her face. The thought of never seeing the small being in her arms broke her heart, but she knew that for now, it was just the way things need to be. When Voldemort was defeated they could be reunited again, and be the happy family she'd always dreamed of having. Yes, the witch would fight for the safety of her children until the end of her days. There was not a single doubt about that.
"We'll name her Asphodel," she finally spoke, looking up to her messy-haired husband, who gave an approving nod. "Little Asphodel Potter," Lily beamed.
"Dear, I've been thinking we should give her your maiden name, to be more discreet and to keep her safe," James said, glancing over at the two most gorgeous females he'd seen in his lifetime.
Lily sighed, "I suppose that would be for the best," she spoke sadly. The little girl who looked just like her, was now going to be her namesake.
Although no one knew about the child, having named her 'Potter' would surely make her an easier target. The plan was to drop the girl off at a muggle orphanage, with a letter including the girls name and some vague details about her parents, that way finding them after the war would be much easier. The two weren't expecting the war to go on for too long, but planned for the worst. It seemed ingenious, and they slipped her into a light green onesie, before bringing her into the nursery in which she would've slept, along with her brother Harry, had things been different.
After grabbing a small blanket and the letter, they fled from the nursery, not bothering to wake their son from his slumber. James slipped his invisibility cloak over the three of them, before apparating off to the muggle orphanage they'd picked out. It was a small place, located on the outskirts on the safer side of London. If one peered inside the windows, the front rooms seemed to be cramped, but tidy nonetheless.
The cloak was pushed off, and what happened next was sure to break the hearts of anyone who might've been watching this sad parting of kin. They fell to their knees, placing their precious baby girl into a small basket, slipping the letter in between Asphodel and the blanked in which she was tucked. Tears slid down their faces, as they whispered soft promises of returning to her once everything was safe, when the peace times arrived. Neither of them realized how empty these promises would become.
With a kiss on each cheek, the two took off in the dead of night, but not before sending off a spell that caused a booming noise to alert the workers inside. Asphodel's cries were the last thing they heard, before they apparated away into the night, blissfully unaware that those cries were the only sounds they would ever hear from their daughter's mouth.