Chapter 1 - Introduction
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In a time of darkness and depression
Shall rise one of change
Bearing the mark of oden's wrath
The prophesized one shall com.
Changing the tides of war,
Bringing equilibrium to the magical realms
The prophesised one shall come.
Take heed my prophesy
For without the chosen ones power
Worlds shall fall and perish
Darkness shall regain power
And in the depths of despair
No other shall rise
Take heed my warning
He shall come, on the wings of prophecy
A mere child neglected by his protectors
Take heed my warning
For if not realms shall cry out for eternity
Take heed my warning
The prophesised one is coming.
Prophesy given by Llangslen (Lanny) Emerys, daughter of Merlin (Myrddin Emrys), seer of true prophesies, giver of knowledge. 576 AD
Chapter 1- How it all started
Life is unfair. There is no changing that fact, life is full of worries, upset and hate, yet life is also full of happiness, fulfilment and peace. Life is a constant in any world, from the tiniest organism to the mightiest humanoid; life is always there and always will be there because of one thing…. MAGIC.
Magic was there at the beginning, it created the universe; the dimensional space that we inhabit. It however created more; for every second that passes and every decision that is made a new dimension is created. In many of these dimension you my dear reader will read a story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who had everything taken from him at such a young age and yet still came back to be the hero.
But this story does not follow that story for in this dimension the story shall show you what happens if Harry Potter was born 3 years earlier, if harry potter had a little sister, if harry potter was not the boy who lived but something else, something different, something that could change the balance…
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First chapter
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The autumn leaves blew restlessly in the wind, the church bells rang in the distance, as a man hooded and cloaked walked slowly down the street. Children passed him happily commenting on having such an awesome costume. Lord Voldermort smirked, on any other day these children would run in terror at the mere sight of him, but due to this insipid muggle holiday, a holiday that by all rights should as the druids had intended the day to be; samhain. A day that was intended to respect and fear the dead, a day for the darkness of mankind to come forth and find their way to the ever after. Oh how he found the day perfect for what he planned; ensuring his immortality.
He walked down street, with ginger bread looking houses on either side, picket fences with hedges separating the gardens. An idyllic setting yet he was going to perform an act so evil it would change how the wizarding world saw the area. Oh how he loved the irony that he Salazar Slytherins last and greatest descendant would desecrate the land named after his forefathers greatest adversary; Godric Gryffindor.
He came to the house at the end of the street stepping up towards it and passing the creaky gate he calmly walked up the path, up to the empty space he now realised was not supposed to be there. He thought on the words of his little spy or rather yet his little rat would be a better description of the spiteful little man. 'the Potter family live at number 17 Godrics Way, Godric Hollow' and to his surprise in front of his eyes a house slid into view as if it was always there just hiding in the corner of his mind's eye ready to be seen and yet not be seen. This was truly old, powerful magic and yet he overcame it with such a little thing as belief in camaraderie and friendship.
A 13½" yew wand slid into view as he felt the draw that connected him and his wand just as it did all those years ago when said wand chose him. His movements were swift "Reducto" the door and part of the wall smashed into the house covering the the hallway behind with rubble and dust, he could heara scampering of feet across the hardwood and the crying of a child as he swept onto the premesis. A quick "Homenum Revelio" reviled to his pleasure there were only 3 signatures within the house not including himself so where was the fourth Potter or was he going to have an easier time of this after all the Potters were a powerful family, that is until he destroyed them leaving only the eldest son and his family. Was there but one Potter parent with the home or was it even easier and they left their children to a sitter.
Gliding up the stairs effortlessly, he could already hear quickened breaths as if the person they belonged to were in a panic. Another "Reducto" and the door on his left hand side revealed what was left of a large bathroom. "Reducto" the door next to it crumpled pon itself shattering to pieces showering a recently made blockade of furniture behind.
'Silly child thinking such a crude attempt could stop me' without uttering a word a swish of his wand and there was a path through the furniture. He walked through the towering mass and came into a nursery, to his right a baby girl lay in a white washed crib and off to the side was a teen girl cowering clutching a little boy behind her "GO AWAY… leave us alone" she mustered the courage to shout.
"Avada Kedavra" and just like that; the girls life was taken, and her soul, if you believed in the druids beliefs went wandering the plains looking for her salvation as all spirits do on this night of reckoning or be swiped up by lord samhain.
Lord Voldermort smirked cruelly looking now towards the boy that was once shielded by her mass; to his humour the toddler stood his ground a look of determination upon his brow. Looking in to the emerald green eyes of the raven haired boy, he violently sent a legilimency probe at him sending the boy to the ground holding his head in pain, yet the boy stood once more taking his ground in front of the crib. Glaring fiercely at him, a fire in his eyes the dark lord had never seen before.
"you aint gunna hurt my little sister, you… you stupid head" the child's voice cried across the small distance between them a slight hesitance in his voice and before the boy could do or say anything else he was hit by a piece of debris Voldermort spelled at him, knocking him out.
Voldermort crossed the room to stand in front of the crib. Deep hazel eyes looked up at him as if judging him 'how dare this child, search him and find him wanting, she shall be obliterated this night and my immortality with her death will be complete' he levelled his wand at the child choosing his mark carefully, "Avada Kedavra" the spell flew towards the child.
A blinding white light shone around the girl and a cry, similar to that of a phoenix but with hints of the roar of a dragon swooned and his spell came hurtling back at him, destroying his body and banishing his wraith out of the room leaving his wand, a black travelling cloak and a compass where he last stood.
With the powerful whine the wards came crashing down, alerting the ministry of magic when its sensors overloaded, unable to contain the amount of magic released from the failing Fidelius charm. On the seen a few minutes later a group of people wearing large red cloaks appeared cordoning off the area and began searching the area finding nothing that were about to enter the house when the Potter lord and lady came out clutching a toddler and a baby girl to their chests.
They quickly questioned the parents on what happenings of the night however nothing was confirmed as they had just returned from a Halloween ball due to feeling, through the lord potters patriarchal ring, the failure of the wards failing. They found their house in ruins, their children unconscious and a mysterious robe covered in a fine dust encircling a pale wand of yew and as James described it; a little turquoise box thing in front and off to the side of the baby girls crib.
The surrounding people where then questioned to help try and piece together the full story surrounding the scene, most seemed to believe the house popped out of nowhere, the local magicals stated the clang of powerful wards failing but other than that nothing could be found and so obliviators where called to obliviate the muggles and help send them back to their homes.
It was not until Albus Dumbledore arrived having been floo called by one of his many contacts that things started to become clear. After a thorough search of the premesis and its grounds and a magical scan of the children did he declare to the Aurors, the potters and the surrounding wizarding folk "I have come to the conclusion after thoroughly checking the area that on this night the 31st of October 1981 the dark lord know as Voldermort has been slain by a rebounding killing curse. From this I am happy to announce by the powers invested within me, as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards I deem this child; Daisy Lillian Potter the defeater of Lord Voldermort and the first survivor of the Killing curse and therefore I name this child, The Girl Who lived"
Cheers erupted throughout the crowd as they came and gathered around the Potter family showering them with support and praising merlin that the little girl was a miracle, that has lightened up these dark times. Little to anyone's knowledge a little boy still unconscious lay on a bench, that lord Potter conjured so that he could look like an imposing lord that his station demanded, was left out of the festivities and forgotten by those who should have been concerned of his condition. This led to the wizarding worlds belief that there was only three Potters. This was further implanted when that evening's special edition of the daily profit came out;
The Dark Lord No More Defeated by Daisy Potter, The Girl who lived by special reporter Nicole Tomlinson
Daisy Potter today was announced as the Girl Who Lived, surviving the killing curse from the questionably greatest Dark Lord of our generation while also rebounding the curse so that it destroyed him. On scene was Albus Dumbledore who announced this surprising event and told this reporter "my dear Nicole, Daisy here has just survived the killing curse and taken Voldermort down, can I trouble you to announce to the world of this happy occasion and know that the Potter family (picture shown above James, Lily and Daisy Potter) will take interviews when the shock has receded and they have found a new place to live.
This reporter wonders at the power this little girl must hold to defeat you know who and congratulates the Potter family on its recently gained title given to their daughter. We thank the Potters for their role in defeating the infamous dark lord commonly refered to as you know who and wish all the best in the future.
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The Potters moved into James' parents old Mansion and home to the Potters through the ages; Potter Estate within days. They situated themselves quickly and comfortably before they gave orders to one of their many house elf's keep an eye on things and ensure the house was fit for their newly acquired station.
The Potters were soon seen by their adoring public with little Daisy in Diagon Alley shopping for new items to replace and update their lost possessions within their quaint cottage. The Potters however weren't seen for days in their newly adopted home, after a long shopping spree enforced by their love of the adoring fans buying whatever the Potters even hinted at liking. Instead they stayed in luxury hotels living a life of luxury ensuring they bought anything their darling little girl could want as well as replacing their own items with more expensive higher quality wares.
Their shopping started in Diagon Alley on the Monday and staying till Thursday before deciding on having a little time away and on to many of the most popular European Wizarding hubs. Their first stop after getting a Portkey made was France, where they relaxed within the confines of the Rue de Merivorn de lumière continuing their shopping streak and enjoying the influence their new titles gained them. After a few days however annoyed with the deteriorating weather they travelled to Germany stopping only to have a look around Hinsernt-strabe before moving on to Italy to finish of their spree at Trionfo strada del potere where they decided to spend a short vacation luxuriating in the sun.
After their lengthy get away they returned home, pockets full of trinkets, shrunken shopping bags and a new found love of European living. The house elves were soon told to expand a room and make it into the perfect palacial bedroom for Daisy and to put all her new clothes, toys and other things like a pure silver cauldron and gold scales that the wizarding populace was kind enough to buy for them in another as a sort of walk in closet/toy room.
And so the Girl who lived controlled the Potter household from there on, she didn't lord it though, she just got whatever she wanted content knowing she had everything she could possibly want. The Potters however forgot one of their principle duties; looking after and caring for the heir to the potter family their 3 year old son/brother Harry, he was always there however looking in but they were just never looking out.