Well, here is my story. I know it's been done, but I really did come up
with the idea on my own a long, long time ago. Some parts don't really make
sense after we learned some things in the Order of the Phoenix, but I wrote
this before it came out and I still want to share it. Please Review! Please
Enjoy!
The Girl Who Lived Prologue:
"Master, it has been done. The Potters have made me their Secret- Keeper!" sputtered Peter Pettigrew. Peter (or Wormtail to those who knew him best) was a short, plump, and grubby man with messy colorless hair. He had little courage, and out of fear would do anything for "his master." The most remarkable thing about him was that he was an unregistered animagus, a wizard who could change himself into an animal. Peter transformed into a rat, perfectly matching his personality.
"Excellent, Wormtail," said Peter's master, Lord Voldemort. His shrill laugh cut through the air. Tone dripping with cruel humor, he said, "I should be able to take care of them easily enough. Now where are they, Wormtail? Where are the Potters?"
"Godric's Hollow, the Eastern hillside by the outskirts. 275 Hawthorne Lane. It's." Peter paused guiltily, but noticing his master's expectant stare he continued, "It's a blue house. You won't have any trouble finding it."
His heart filled with shame. James Potter was a good friend, and Peter was sending certain death to his door. His guilt was strong, but his fear was stronger. Peter would never betray his master.
"Wormtail!" Voldemort snapped, "Stop daydreaming and pay attention!"
"Yes master," Peter cowered.
"Make sure you prepare for our departure. We'll leave as soon as I return. This should not take long." And with that he disappeared, a shimmer in the night.
Godric's Hollow is a small town about fifty miles from London. Named after one of the founders of Hogwarts, it was originally populated only by magic folk. But eventually the muggles heard about this charming little town, and they formed the western neighborhoods of Godric's Hollow. The east end of town is mostly magic, and muggles avoid it, for strange things always seem happen there.
The night of Peter's betrayal was Halloween years ago, and the sun was just beginning to set. Small witches and wizards were out begging for pumpkin pasties and licorice wands.
James and Lily Potter sat in their living room, admiring their two sleeping children, Harry and Daisy, baby fraternal twins. They looked very different, Harry with his father's tangled black hair and Daisy with Lily's soft red. Their one similarity was quite fortunate, hidden beneath their eyelids were two identical sets of marvelous green eyes with a sparkle to them.
Lily thought back to the twins' birth, fifteen months ago. She and James were visiting Dumbledore at Hogwarts with their friends Sirius and Peter before the school year started.
Lily was expecting the twins in about a week, but the time came while they were there. She was rushed to the hospital wing where Harry and Daisy were born.
The squib test was performed immediately as usual. Harry performed normally, if not advanced. Daisy, however, did not do so well. She had very little magic about her. She was a squib.
Those were dark times; everyone knew Voldemort was anti-squib and an enemy of the Potter family. Dumbledore advised them to keep Daisy's power level a secret, perhaps even her very existence, at least until she was older. Voldemort must not know that the Potters have a squib child. They decided that no one should know that Daisy was born. Few people knew that Lily had been pregnant; fewer knew she was expecting twins, only Lily's parents and another friend, Remus Lupin, in addition to those in the room. They would tell them they had lost one of the babies and only Harry was born.
They also decided that Sirius would be their Secret-Keeper to protect the secret that Daisy was the daughter of the Potters. For all the time since then, Sirius kept the secret and the Daisy was safe. But Voldemort's power grew along with his web of allies and spies. A week ago, they gave Sirius the additional burden of knowing where the home of the Potters was. But, it was not hard for anyone to tell that Sirius was James's best friend and the one to get information out of. It became apparent that it was not safe to keep Sirius as their Secret-Keeper. Just that Halloween night the Potters made the switch of information from Sirius to Peter. No one would expect their shy friend of knowing anything. They thought it would be the perfect plan.
"James," Lily murmured, "Maybe we should reveal her. Now that Peter is Secret-Keeper and everything."
"Lily, no," James said firmly. "We've talked about this before. You know as well as I do that Voldemort is getting stronger. It would only put her in danger."
"I know James, but she'll be so lonely. She'll have no one to play with because no one can even know about her."
"She'll have Harry. We can hardly handle one child being known anyway. He'll be fine for now if we look out for him; he's very powerful for a child his age. But Daisy is as helpless as a muggle."
"James!" Lily exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," said James, "but I couldn't stand it if something happened to her, to any of you just because we were careless."
"Nothing's going to." Ding Dong
"Trick-or-Treaters!" James announced. "I'll get it." He grabbed a small basket of chocolate frogs and went to the hall.
A few moments later, Lily heard the door creak open and a cold, high pitched laugh.
"Lily!" James gasped. "It's him! Take Harry and Daisy and go! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Stumbling sounds came from the hall.
"No," Lily thought. "Not him." Then she heard the hateful voice that confirmed her fear.
"James Potter, we meet again," said Lord Voldemort.
"Get out," James said. Lily could not listen anymore. She picked up the now awake twins and ran to the nursery. She scrambled to find James's old invisibility cloak. Finally, she pulled out a drawer and found it. She tenderly wrapped a whimpering Daisy in the shimmery material. She began to do the same for Harry when she heard a shout.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Lily sank to the floor with Harry in her arms. She knew what that spell meant. It meant inevitable death. "James, you can't be gone," she moaned, tears running down her cheeks. Harry looked up at her and reached for her face, wiping away a tear. Lily looked back at him, and snapped out of it.
Bang!
And there he stood in the doorway of the yellow nursery, a malicious smile on his lips. He had jet black hair and a pale face. His reddish eyes radiated with hatred as he glared coldly at baby Harry. Thinking quickly Lily put Harry on the floor behind her. Daisy was being quiet, so Lily decided to pretend she wasn't there.
"Give me the boy," said the evil high pitched voice.
"Never," spat Lily.
"I'll give you one more chance. Give me the boy," Voldemort demanded. There was an edge of distress in his voice now.
"No," Lily said, reaching for her wand.
"Expelliarmus," Voldemort said lazily before she could point. Her wand flew through the air. "If you're going to be difficult.Crucio!"
Lily felt pain, only pain. It was as if she was on fire, her bones were cracking to pieces, and a knife was coursing through her body, traveling through every vessel, every vein. Harry and Daisy were gone. All she could think of was the loss, and all she knew was pain. She screamed out, and wanted only an end. And suddenly it came. The yellow walls flooded back.
"Now you will give me the CHILD!" Voldemort ordered, becoming aggravated.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please.I'll do anything," Lily sobbed. She was shaking, lying on the floor.
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead," she begged desperately.
Voldemort cackled shortly. "Give me the boy, and I may spare your life."
"Not Harry! Please.have mercy.have mercy."
She reached behind, and pulled Harry close to her. "I love you," she whispered, speaking as much to her invisible daughter in the crib as her son in her arms. She jumped into the green flash of light "Avada Kedavra" as Voldemort aimed at her son. She was dead before she hit the floor. Voldemort was slightly annoyed, but he had an idea the stupid girl would do something like that.
"Avada Kedavra," he said again, pointing his wand at Harry. There was a great explosion as Voldemort's spell met Harry's small body, but Harry was unaffected save for a jagged gash on his forehead. It was as if there was a shield around him, deflecting the curse. The house was gone, destroyed in the blow, but Harry remained safe and Daisy remained invisible and uninjured. Voldemort gave a cry. He was not fine. He was more a shadow than a person, his powers were gone. He could do no harm.
"Noooooooooo!" the shadow shouted, towering over the boy. "You won't escape me again," he exclaimed hysterically, staring longingly at his own disfigured body. "You'll see, I'll return and kill you, just like I killed your foolish parents. I.will.not.be.defeated.by.you!"
His words hung in the air as Harry began to cry. Daisy woke with a start and watched the scene through the cloak. Her mother was sleeping on the ground, her brother was crying, and the strange thing would not stop yelling. Voldemort could do nothing else so he fled, cursing the name Potter.
Daisy poked her head through the folds of the cloak and stared at her brother. He looked up, glad to see a face he knew. He was comforted that the scary man was gone, and he nestled closer to his mother. She did not cuddle back. He wished she would wake up. "Mama," he said, "Mama?" And he wailed, calling out to her, but there was no reply.
A/N: There you go. Kind of sad, I kno. Please, please, please review!!! Also, I don't own Lily and James and Voldie and. Well I just own Daisy! The rest are all J.K.'s of course.
The Girl Who Lived Prologue:
"Master, it has been done. The Potters have made me their Secret- Keeper!" sputtered Peter Pettigrew. Peter (or Wormtail to those who knew him best) was a short, plump, and grubby man with messy colorless hair. He had little courage, and out of fear would do anything for "his master." The most remarkable thing about him was that he was an unregistered animagus, a wizard who could change himself into an animal. Peter transformed into a rat, perfectly matching his personality.
"Excellent, Wormtail," said Peter's master, Lord Voldemort. His shrill laugh cut through the air. Tone dripping with cruel humor, he said, "I should be able to take care of them easily enough. Now where are they, Wormtail? Where are the Potters?"
"Godric's Hollow, the Eastern hillside by the outskirts. 275 Hawthorne Lane. It's." Peter paused guiltily, but noticing his master's expectant stare he continued, "It's a blue house. You won't have any trouble finding it."
His heart filled with shame. James Potter was a good friend, and Peter was sending certain death to his door. His guilt was strong, but his fear was stronger. Peter would never betray his master.
"Wormtail!" Voldemort snapped, "Stop daydreaming and pay attention!"
"Yes master," Peter cowered.
"Make sure you prepare for our departure. We'll leave as soon as I return. This should not take long." And with that he disappeared, a shimmer in the night.
Godric's Hollow is a small town about fifty miles from London. Named after one of the founders of Hogwarts, it was originally populated only by magic folk. But eventually the muggles heard about this charming little town, and they formed the western neighborhoods of Godric's Hollow. The east end of town is mostly magic, and muggles avoid it, for strange things always seem happen there.
The night of Peter's betrayal was Halloween years ago, and the sun was just beginning to set. Small witches and wizards were out begging for pumpkin pasties and licorice wands.
James and Lily Potter sat in their living room, admiring their two sleeping children, Harry and Daisy, baby fraternal twins. They looked very different, Harry with his father's tangled black hair and Daisy with Lily's soft red. Their one similarity was quite fortunate, hidden beneath their eyelids were two identical sets of marvelous green eyes with a sparkle to them.
Lily thought back to the twins' birth, fifteen months ago. She and James were visiting Dumbledore at Hogwarts with their friends Sirius and Peter before the school year started.
Lily was expecting the twins in about a week, but the time came while they were there. She was rushed to the hospital wing where Harry and Daisy were born.
The squib test was performed immediately as usual. Harry performed normally, if not advanced. Daisy, however, did not do so well. She had very little magic about her. She was a squib.
Those were dark times; everyone knew Voldemort was anti-squib and an enemy of the Potter family. Dumbledore advised them to keep Daisy's power level a secret, perhaps even her very existence, at least until she was older. Voldemort must not know that the Potters have a squib child. They decided that no one should know that Daisy was born. Few people knew that Lily had been pregnant; fewer knew she was expecting twins, only Lily's parents and another friend, Remus Lupin, in addition to those in the room. They would tell them they had lost one of the babies and only Harry was born.
They also decided that Sirius would be their Secret-Keeper to protect the secret that Daisy was the daughter of the Potters. For all the time since then, Sirius kept the secret and the Daisy was safe. But Voldemort's power grew along with his web of allies and spies. A week ago, they gave Sirius the additional burden of knowing where the home of the Potters was. But, it was not hard for anyone to tell that Sirius was James's best friend and the one to get information out of. It became apparent that it was not safe to keep Sirius as their Secret-Keeper. Just that Halloween night the Potters made the switch of information from Sirius to Peter. No one would expect their shy friend of knowing anything. They thought it would be the perfect plan.
"James," Lily murmured, "Maybe we should reveal her. Now that Peter is Secret-Keeper and everything."
"Lily, no," James said firmly. "We've talked about this before. You know as well as I do that Voldemort is getting stronger. It would only put her in danger."
"I know James, but she'll be so lonely. She'll have no one to play with because no one can even know about her."
"She'll have Harry. We can hardly handle one child being known anyway. He'll be fine for now if we look out for him; he's very powerful for a child his age. But Daisy is as helpless as a muggle."
"James!" Lily exclaimed.
"I'm sorry," said James, "but I couldn't stand it if something happened to her, to any of you just because we were careless."
"Nothing's going to." Ding Dong
"Trick-or-Treaters!" James announced. "I'll get it." He grabbed a small basket of chocolate frogs and went to the hall.
A few moments later, Lily heard the door creak open and a cold, high pitched laugh.
"Lily!" James gasped. "It's him! Take Harry and Daisy and go! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Stumbling sounds came from the hall.
"No," Lily thought. "Not him." Then she heard the hateful voice that confirmed her fear.
"James Potter, we meet again," said Lord Voldemort.
"Get out," James said. Lily could not listen anymore. She picked up the now awake twins and ran to the nursery. She scrambled to find James's old invisibility cloak. Finally, she pulled out a drawer and found it. She tenderly wrapped a whimpering Daisy in the shimmery material. She began to do the same for Harry when she heard a shout.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Lily sank to the floor with Harry in her arms. She knew what that spell meant. It meant inevitable death. "James, you can't be gone," she moaned, tears running down her cheeks. Harry looked up at her and reached for her face, wiping away a tear. Lily looked back at him, and snapped out of it.
Bang!
And there he stood in the doorway of the yellow nursery, a malicious smile on his lips. He had jet black hair and a pale face. His reddish eyes radiated with hatred as he glared coldly at baby Harry. Thinking quickly Lily put Harry on the floor behind her. Daisy was being quiet, so Lily decided to pretend she wasn't there.
"Give me the boy," said the evil high pitched voice.
"Never," spat Lily.
"I'll give you one more chance. Give me the boy," Voldemort demanded. There was an edge of distress in his voice now.
"No," Lily said, reaching for her wand.
"Expelliarmus," Voldemort said lazily before she could point. Her wand flew through the air. "If you're going to be difficult.Crucio!"
Lily felt pain, only pain. It was as if she was on fire, her bones were cracking to pieces, and a knife was coursing through her body, traveling through every vessel, every vein. Harry and Daisy were gone. All she could think of was the loss, and all she knew was pain. She screamed out, and wanted only an end. And suddenly it came. The yellow walls flooded back.
"Now you will give me the CHILD!" Voldemort ordered, becoming aggravated.
"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please.I'll do anything," Lily sobbed. She was shaking, lying on the floor.
"Stand aside, you silly girl.stand aside, now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead," she begged desperately.
Voldemort cackled shortly. "Give me the boy, and I may spare your life."
"Not Harry! Please.have mercy.have mercy."
She reached behind, and pulled Harry close to her. "I love you," she whispered, speaking as much to her invisible daughter in the crib as her son in her arms. She jumped into the green flash of light "Avada Kedavra" as Voldemort aimed at her son. She was dead before she hit the floor. Voldemort was slightly annoyed, but he had an idea the stupid girl would do something like that.
"Avada Kedavra," he said again, pointing his wand at Harry. There was a great explosion as Voldemort's spell met Harry's small body, but Harry was unaffected save for a jagged gash on his forehead. It was as if there was a shield around him, deflecting the curse. The house was gone, destroyed in the blow, but Harry remained safe and Daisy remained invisible and uninjured. Voldemort gave a cry. He was not fine. He was more a shadow than a person, his powers were gone. He could do no harm.
"Noooooooooo!" the shadow shouted, towering over the boy. "You won't escape me again," he exclaimed hysterically, staring longingly at his own disfigured body. "You'll see, I'll return and kill you, just like I killed your foolish parents. I.will.not.be.defeated.by.you!"
His words hung in the air as Harry began to cry. Daisy woke with a start and watched the scene through the cloak. Her mother was sleeping on the ground, her brother was crying, and the strange thing would not stop yelling. Voldemort could do nothing else so he fled, cursing the name Potter.
Daisy poked her head through the folds of the cloak and stared at her brother. He looked up, glad to see a face he knew. He was comforted that the scary man was gone, and he nestled closer to his mother. She did not cuddle back. He wished she would wake up. "Mama," he said, "Mama?" And he wailed, calling out to her, but there was no reply.
A/N: There you go. Kind of sad, I kno. Please, please, please review!!! Also, I don't own Lily and James and Voldie and. Well I just own Daisy! The rest are all J.K.'s of course.