Chapter 1:

Flight and Tower

A plan had been formulated after a long debate between James, Lily, and several other rebels. It was decided that Lily and her son would be escorted to the edge of the Forbidden Forest by James and a rebel named Peter Pettigrew, and the rest of the rebels would attack the homes of Riddle's most loyal of followers. Once at the edge, Peter would continue on to help protect Lily and Harry, whilst James went back to help and lead the rebels against Riddle and his army. Sirius and Remus would be waiting near the Sacred Fountain, where Lily and Harry would return to from the realm of the Goddess Akko, having established an open connection through the Goddess's waters and the Christian God's water.

The night before their plan was set into action, Sirius and Remus returned to the church, and James and Lily and Harry packed some supplies and clothes. Peter Pettigrew was waiting near the spring in which the Potters where living, wondering absently how James could breathe under the water. Peter was not the best looking of creatures- a creature called the Colo colo which is a rat with feathers that usually has a serpent form. With his human form he has a short hefty body and straggly brown hair that was balding in many areas, and beady, watery eyes. When looking at this poor excuse of a creature, one cannot help but feel sorry for him, but what they don't know was that underneath Peter's cowardice was a lust for power. He agreed to spy for Minister Riddle in exchange for power, money, and anything else he could ever want.

Peter had not expected to actually like James or Lily, but he did. He even got along with Sirius and Remus, though he was often the butt of every joke, the group made him feel welcome and happy. Not only that, but the rebel leader's son, Harry, was the most adorable thing Peter had ever seen, and he felt guilt every time the baby smiled at him. Peter slipped away from the spring, hoping if he got far enough away, he would be rid of his guilt, but even as he reached the threshold of Hogwarts castle the guilt gnawed at his heart. After forfeiting all the rebels' plans to Minister Riddle, Peter hurried away, hiding himself until tomorrow came.

And it did, but Peter still felt terrible about it. In a moment of hysteria, Peter ousted his own secret to the resident potions master, Severus Snape, whom had previously worked for King Albus, but decided to keep his job and work for Riddle instead. As long as he was being paid, what did he care people were dying? Of course, after Peter calmed down, he hurriedly left after making Severus promise not to tell Riddle he told anyone his plans. Severus agreed, and as soon and Peter and Riddle left Severus went to tell someone who wasn't Riddle- Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Severus had met James the few times he came to visit Albus and though they didn't always get along, James had praised his work in potions. That gave Severus enough reason to try and help James and his family, even if just a bit.

That night Peter, James, Lily and baby Harry set out through the Forbidden forest toward the Black lake, while the rest of the rebels set out for the distraction. Sirius and Remus were waiting in the church for Lily to establish a connection from the Goddess's Temple to the church. This is where Severus found them and hurriedly told them about Riddle's trap. Meanwhile James was saying his goodbyes to Lily and Harry.

"James, why don't you just come with us?" Lily asked worriedly hugging her sleeping baby closer to her. "If you're caught then Riddle will crush the rebellion and I'd be left without my husband who was so persistent in having my hand."

James smiled charmingly at her. "Patience won me your hand. I wanted the perfect wife, and I found her, and now have a beautiful son. I'll do anything in my power to keep you two safe, and that means distracting Minister Riddle in battle. Peter will be with you the rest of the way, and you're an excellent fighter Lils. Just stay safe for me yeah?" James asked hugging his small family to him, kissing Lily's forehead softly.

Lily smiled tearfully. "Of course, and you'll do the same right?"

James smiled. "Of course."

So they separated from each other, neither noticing the guilty look crossing Peter's face. Peter caught little Harry staring at him and quickly wiped the look off his face, and lead Lily and said babe to their death. James hurried off to join the rebels, unaware they had been ambushed and captured and that Riddle had given them a weapon capable of killing even the strongest of angels while he went in search of Lily and the "Rebel Prince." And what better way to crush a rebellion?

16 years later

Have you ever thought of complete isolation? Have you ever been in complete isolation? I tell you, it is the oddest feeling. I'm not always alone, heaven's no! I have family, and a… master of sorts. My family is Padfoot and Moony, whereas my master is Minister Riddle. I don't really like him, but he did rear… well okay, he brought me food and clothes, and books in which Moony educates me with. Oh, and he hasn't killed me yet like he said he would every time he visited.

"Good morning, afternoon, or evening Harry. How are you? Good? Wonderful, but don't get too comfortable. I'll most likely kill you next I visit." You know that sort of thing. But he hasn't, or at least not yet. I've lived this long in a creaky bell tower right? Right. Padfoot and Moony love me too much to kill me, even though I love to annoy Padfoot. Moony always takes my side though, and Padfoot always pouts like a 5 year old.

By the way, my name's Harry if it wasn't already obvious, and I was born seventeen years ago to the day. That's right, today's my birthday and I can't wait to see what Padfoot and Moony got for me. Minister Riddle will avoid me for the next two weeks as per usual. He doesn't like creatures like me, though I can't fathom why. He has some in his employment, and he has magic, so that makes him just as different as I or any other creature.

Though I am not exactly sure what type of creature I am, 'cause I'm a half-ling; half angel and half Dones d'aigua. Moony thinks I'm an Enchanted Moura, which doesn't make sense because they always appear as beautiful young women, and I am not a girl. Padfoot speculates that I'm a sylph, which also doesn't work because they're invisible, and I can be seen. They both think I might be a Crinaeae, which is a type of nymph associated with fountains. That might be true of me, but Riddle always keeps large watering wells and fountains away from me and vise versa. Though I hardly ever go down stairs into the actual Monastery in which I live and help Padfoot ring the bells.

So, I'm not sure what type of creature I am, as I'm the only one in existence apparently. But that doesn't matter anyway because I'll never meet any one else who would think it matters. Most creatures have gone into hiding or already died out, unless they're under ownership of Minister Riddle, or like Padfoot and Moony- protected by the churches' rituals. Not even the King has the power to control the church, though speaking of which they- the people I enjoy watching everyday- tell of a rumor that the King and Queen survived the apparent assassination attempts and are finally making their way back to reclaim their kingdom. I know Minister Riddle is the one out to get them killed, but there's no one I can tell who could do something about it. I am after all a mere rumor to these humans who live in the village below me.

I wish I could for just one day walk among them as an ordinary man. To do ordinary things like walk through the market and buy my own food, go to a real school (though I love Moony and appreciates his teaching), or even go strolling by the Black Lake, though that's where Riddle killed my mother. What's more I want friends my age (though Padfoot acts younger than me) like that boy Ron Weasley and all his siblings (that must be fun), or even that Hermione Granger girl who loves books to a fault. They're human but I couldn't care less about that, just so they could be my friends. Hell, even that clumsy, nervous boy, Neville Longbottom would be a great friend if he just bucked up a little bit.

I'm beginning to once again despise my fate to be stuck here in this tower for the rest of my life. Who does Riddle think I am, Rapunzel?! Like hell. One day, when I learn to actually use these wings on mine I'm going to fly far away to where it doesn't matter what you are. Forget Riddle and his "I own you" nonsense!

"Pronglet, we brought you your presents and surprise, surprise! That's right a genuine birthday cake from Mrs. Weasley's bakery!"

…After I open my presents and eat my birthday cake, I'll learn to fly properly.