Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters. They are all owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own Icy.

I will not write out the words from the books directly as they are. Some may be the same but this story is for those of you who have already read the Harry Potter books.

Also I'm sorry about the change in the tense. The rest of this story will be in the past tense.

Chapter 2

The Children Who Lived

As my body slept, my soul hovered just above it. I couldn't physically wake but I needed to watch Harry being placed at the Dursleys. I wish I could have stopped Sirius from going after Peter but I couldn't. Instead Harry and I are in Hagrid's arm. Looking down at Harry I can tell he is asleep so we must have flown over Bristol. Mentally sighing I transport myself to where Dumbledore and McGonagall were discussing Harry and Voldemort. I hadn't worried about watching the Durleys the whole day as I really don't care what happened to them. Unfortunately nothing happened to them since their house and everything looked completely normal. I glanced down and saw McGonagall turn back into a human in front of Dumbledore. I hovered down so I could listen better.

"How did you know it was me?" McGonagall asked.

"My dear Professor, I have never seen a cat sit so stiffly," replied Dumbledore. It went on just how I remember it. Dumbledore lectured McGonagall how there is no reason to fear a name. McGonagall complained about how the celebrations were being done in front of muggles.

"What they were saying," McGonagall pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are – are – that they're – dead." Dumbledore looked sadly at McGonagall and she gasped. "Lily and James … I can't believe it … I didn't want to believe it… Oh, Albus."

"I know… I know…" Dumbledore said patting McGonagall shoulder.

"That's not all," McGonagall continued. "They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son and daughter, Harry and Icy. But—he couldn't. He couldn't kill those little children. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying when he couldn't kill Harry and Icy Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke—and that's why he's gone." Dumbledore nodded. I felt myself mentally paling. Of course I had to be one of the main characters. I couldn't just be on the side for once. I resolved to check myself later for a trace of a scar. Speaking of symbols, I looked down at my bracelet and sure enough there was a new charm on it (my bracelet is still on my arm in spirit form). I couldn't see it in color yet since I was practically see through but it looked pretty. At that moment my full fairy charm was glowing, signifying that that was the form I was in at that moment. I knew I had to change into the Harry Potter form, which was most likely a wizard, but since I was not in my body it was not possible at the time.

I looked back at the conversation going on between Dumbledore and McGonagall just in time to see Hagrid with Harry and myself. I no longer needed to be out of my body so I returned to it quickly. I could feel that most of the power was back so I opened my eyes just as McGonagall and Dumbledore were discussing Harry's scar. Then they look over at me.

"Would you look at that, Icy is awake," McGonagall said. "I wonder if she has got a scar as well."

"There is only one way to find out," Dumbledore said as he pushed my bangs out of the way. "There doesn't seem to be any scar on her forehead.

"Well, maybe it's on a different part of her body," McGonagall picked me up and unwrapped the blanket slightly and sure enough, there was a scar on my arm. "Well, that's strange. Her scar is blue; does that mean her blood is blue?" Uh-oh, I forgot. Since I am a half fairy, whenever I am in my fairy form, my blood turns blue since my main power is power over water and water is represented by the color blue.

"My dear McGonagall, for whatever reasons this girl's scar is blue, I'm sure we shall find out one day." Dumbledore said reassuringly. He took me from McGonagall's arms and smiled down at me. I giggled and smiled up at him. He really did have very accurate guesses.

Dumbledore went over to Hagrid and took Harry from his arms. Hagrid asked to say good bye to us and as he leant over to kiss our heads I laughed since his beard was very ticklish. He smiled a little bit but then started sobbing. Jeesh, he was really loud. I was glad when McGonagall told him to stop. I don't think my ears could take it. Dumbledore laid Harry and I down on the doorstep and tucked a letter into Harry's blanket. I looked over at McGonagall and saw her staring at Dumbledore disapprovingly. Hagrid then said goodbye and so did McGonagall. Dumbledore put the lights back in on the street and walked away. Faintly I could hear,

"Good luck, Harry and Icy." He walked away and I fell into a deep slumber…

I was awoken a few hours later by a shrill shriek that could have come from none other than Petunia Dursley. She stood over Harry and me, and then turned around and called for Vernon. He came over and I swear I could hear the floor shake slightly when he came.

"What do you suppose we do Vernon," Petunia asked in a scared voice.

"Well I suggest we drive them straight to the orphanage. They must be of the same kind as your sister." I could see Vernon's face red with annoyance. Petunia nodded slightly and Vernon went inside saying, "Well, I'll just go get the keys for the car." My eyes snapped open fully and I was now wide awake. The power that came from me when I awoke so suddenly it made a pulsing feeling in the air and Vernon came walking back out with a dazed look on his face. I stared straight into the eyes of Petunia and Vernon Dursley and quickly though, 'Do not take us to an orphanage. Read the letter and follow what it says.' They both nodded and took us inside. In a few minutes they forgot that they had even considered the orphanage and laid both me and Harry down to sleep in the cupboard. I was slightly disappointed that I was going to be in the cupboard but it didn't matter. As I fell back asleep, I smiled at the thought of people at their parties saying,

"To Harry and Icy Potter – the children who lived."