Prologue

In the early 1980's, a girl with shifting hair colors was born to an already large family of four. The elder brothers of the girl watched her hair curiously. They looked to their father and saw that his hair was a bright sunny blonde, meaning that he was happy. They weren't all that excited, as they were only three years old. The only thing they knew was that this thing would take the already limited attention they got away. Both parents had demanding jobs and the boys usually spent their weekdays with their distant cousins, the Weasleys. Their mother was from the family, but on a different branch than Arthur. They looked to her and say her smiling down at them. They knew they were still the apple of her eye, even if there was a new baby to care for. When they looked back to the infant, they felt differently about her, like they were supposed to protect her, and they would. Until the day she grew enough to protect herself, they would give her all their time and energy.