Chapter 1
The-Girl-Who-Lived… right?
James and Lily smiled as they put their children down in their cribs. It was nice putting the children to bed, for both had had a bottle and then went right to sleep. They where going out for the night, going to finally get away from the house. With the war, and Lily's paranoia, she never left the children. But tonight, James had convinced her to go out leaving the children with Peter. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, they smiled holding hands.
"Thank you, Peter, for watching the children for us." Lily smiled at the man.
"No problem Liles" Peter said as he got up from the couch. James smiled leading Lily over to the fire place to floo to Rouge Studio, a new place for young couples to eat, drink and have fun.
Lily turned back to Peter, "We shouldn't be back too late and the children should not wake up, but if they do just let them cry it out for about 15 minutes then go in and giving them another bottle. And …"
"Lily, he's watched them before, its fine. See you later, Wormtail!" James pushed Lily into the fireplace and threw down the floo powder, calling out 'Rouge Studio'. And with that they where gone.
Peter looked at the clock on the wall. He thought they would never leave, the Dark Lord would to be here in 10 minutes. Peter sat down to wait. Right on time the front door open and Lord Voldemort walked in. Peter stood quickly shaking slightly he bowed low to his master.
"Where are the children?" Voldemort asked in a hissing voice.
"Up in their nursery, my Lord." Voldemort glided past the pathetic man bowing at his feet, up the stairs and down the hall, opening each door till he found the room he was looking for. The room was a light blue in colour and on each side of the room there was a crib on either side of the room.
Above each crib he saw yellow writing. The one said, "I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love."
- Marilyn Monroe
The other wall said,
"Little boys Should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older."
- Peter Pan
Voldemort walked to the wall about little boys. Looking into the crib, he saw a small boy, fast asleep. He picked up the child waking him, the child simply looked at him not making a noise. Voldemort placed the boy on the carpet in the middle of the room. Then, walking over to the girl, Voldemort picked her up too. The moment she awoke, she began to scream. 'What an annoying child,' the Dark Lord thought to himself and placed her down beside her brother.
The boy, Harry moved closer to his sister and put an arm around her, "No cry Wose."
The dark lord looked between the two, 'Better safe than sorry. I'll kill them both!' the Dark Lord thought as he raised his wand. Pointing it at the little girl, he thought, 'I'll kill her first, she seems so scared.'
Aiming his wand at her forehead he hissed, "Sorry children, but I can not have you destroy my future. Avada Kedavra." The bright green light flew towards the small girl only to have Harry to push her aside. Harry was hit in the middle of his forehead.
There was a flash of bright white light that illuminated the room, a scream was heard and then it went dark! Rose could be heard crying as she moved to lean over her brother.
The house had been almost completely demolished. The Potters arrived home quickly after being told of what had happened by a neighbouring witch, who remembered the Potters lived there after the wards around the house fell.
Lilly found the two children sitting amongst the rubble. Rose leaning over her brother crying and Harry lying unconscious. "James they're here!" Lilly yelled to her husband, picking Rose up. James ran over and, picking up Harry, he checked to see if the child was still alive. Finding he was he cried out in relief, "He's alive Lily! They're both alive!" The small family sat in front of the destroyed house, holding their children close.
Albus Dumbledore walked down the road to find the Potter family sitting together outside, "James, Lily, how are the children?"
"They are both alive and well, Headmaster." Lily said from the ground. The two young adults stood up with their children in their arms.
Albus looked over the two children, "Which of the two is the chosen one?" James asked him.
Pulling out his wand he waved it over the two children. Both where magically strong. He could not tell which of the two it was. Looking closer he saw the cut on Harry's head and looking at Rose, he saw blood on her hand. Taking her hand there was a deep cut in the shape of a V. "Rose is the chosen one. Come we must protect our saviour. We will take her to Hogwarts for protection."
During the coming weeks everyone thanked the girl who lived, Rose Lilly Potter, raising a glass in her name. The newspaper, The Daily Prophet wrote all about her and the incident that had happened at Godric's Hollow. Two short weeks later the family moved into Potter Castle and over time things went back to normal. Peter had been revealed as the traitor, his body found at Godric's Hollow. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black would visit often at Potter Castle and the Potter fortune grew over the years due to Rose's fame. After all she was 'The Girl-Who-Lived' … Right?