Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Winx Club nor it's characters, just the plot of the story.

Author's Note: I only hope that Lily's sister Petunia wouldn't be too OOC, since she despises all magic and magical creatures and she doesn't like James too well since she considers him to be a 'freak' along with her sister, Lily.

Chapter Two: "The Scar"

It's been months ever since Lily and James had adopted the girl; Lily wanted no one to know that she's their adopted daughter. She wanted everyone to know that the girl (expect for: Albus, Sirius, and Remus knew that they had adopted her) that she's their little girl even her own family, but until the right time comes, Lily would eventually tell them the truth but for now that's how she wanted it to be. She wanted the girl to grow-up as their daughter not knowing that they're her adoptive parents.

The sun was shinning brightly over London. It was autumn time in London once again, October 31st, 1981, the day of Halloween.

The birds were tweeting and soaring through the empty blue skies. People had Halloween decorations all over their restaurants, cottages, shops, and so on. Everyone was preparing for tonight's festival. Some people were still out shopping for their Halloween costumes. Two people in particular were in a shop buying costumes since it was a perfectly good day to find costumes to wear for tonight's celebration and take their children out for Trick or Treat, especially since Lord Voldemort was no where to be found or had been seen for that matter.

As James was going through the baby boy's Halloween section, most of those out costumes didn't suit Harry. Harry should be dressed in something. . . more. . .suitable. He found a costume that would defiantly suit him and picked up the outfit. He had to show this to Lily.

Harry would be so adorably cute wearing this!

As he was trying to find Lily, he came across seeing a certain someone. A dark haired woman who looked familiar to him, though she had recognized him and her face had a look of disgust of seeing him again.

Of course, it was no other than Lily's older sister Petunia.

She was wearing a button up shirt with a skirt that reached above her knees, and her dark hair was short till her shoulders. She had her hands to the side of her hip, her face had the look of annoyance or perhaps that she was displeased of seeing him again, her so called brother-in-law. She only wondered what was he doing here, in the Halloween shop?

"James," she had said to him, her tone dead flat.

It's been nearly a few years since they'd last meet and that was only he was dating her sister, Lily and another time was. . . when it was Lily's wedding, which was no more than about two years ago.

It kept the two of them in quite of a distance, and a bit of awkwardness since she considers Lily and him of being a freak, which wasn't very nice. She despises all magic. . . or anything related to being magical.

"Petunia," he said, still trying not to be so tense between the two of them.

"Well, I only wonder why you're here?" she hardens her dark eyes at her brother-in-law, who's a pureblooded wizard and continued on, "shouldn't you be in the Wizarding world or something? Oh, wait, now I remember you and Lily went into hiding because of the Prophecy that involves your little Harry," her tone was rather harsh and cold.

He knew that she had always been a bitter person for as long as he could remember—or from the time he'd been introduced to her by Lily.

Anger had boiled through his blood and veins at the mention of his son and kept his temper down from lashing out on her. He knew how much she'd despised magic since Mr. and Mrs. Evans kept on telling Lily how special she was to them and how talented she is at being a witch in the family, which only made Petunia's hatred grow deep within her of her sister, Lily.

It was complete jealous over her younger sister who had magic and she didn't and dreamed of having magic herself even though she had never admitted it to anyone. She even wanted to go to Hogwarts herself too, but that never had happened.

"James, where are you?" a faint voice called out, and that voice had belonged to Lily's.

Petunia's dark eyes glimmered, knowing that her younger sister was here.

She decided to call out to her younger sister.

"Oh, Lily."

That voice had rung through Lily's mind as she identified it as her older sister's voice. Was she here? Did she see James? How did she know that she here? She had Bloom in the stroller and James in her arms. Where in the bloody hell was James? He'd better be here or otherwise. . . she might kill him.

Soon she had spotted him talking to some woman who had to be her older sister, Petunia. She decided to go greet her sister that she hasn't seen in about two years. "Petunia," her voice sounded almost frosty when she had finally seen her after a long time.

"Lily," she had spat out, as her eyes took a notice at the small redhead child that was sleeping in the stroller. She had another child again and this time she didn't even bother to tell her about it. Though, Lily hadn't had enough time to tell her about it.

That fake smile on Petunia's face made Lily want to wipe it off. "So, I wonder why didn't you tell me that you and James had another child?"

Lily handed Harry to his father, who'd kept him to his side near Lily as he was observing the scene.

"Well, we didn't have the time to tell anyone about it," and explained on and on, as her older sister had sighed in annoyance as if she knew Lily too well.

"Great, now I have two nephews that are freaks just like their mother," her voice was icy cold.

Lily's face had redden when her sister had mentioned that her children were freaks, just like when she kept telling Lily when she was younger that she no more than a freak herself.

Though her parents had considered her to be gifted with her magic, something that made Petunia jealous of.

"First of all, she's a girl not a boy, and her name is Bloom. And second of all, my children aren't freaks," she was trying her best to not lose her temper with her older sister, but every time she see's her. . . it's like they end up in an argument.

"A girl then? Still, it doesn't changes anything," she replied quite emotionless and with a attitude, "and I suppose your getting them costumes?"

"And I guess the criticizing never stops, does it?" Lily had asked plainly.

"Well then, I better head off now. Don't won't to spend my entire day here—talking to the two of you," she said with a huff and headed her way out, buying the costume for her only son Dudley.

The silence had broken once James had showed Lily the costume for James. It was a pumpkin and it came with a hat as well. How cute would Harry look in it? It would be perfect!

"Isn't this just perfect?" James had asked.

Lily had given James a bright smile that matched her expressive green eyes and said, "it's lovely. It definitely suits Harry."

"What about Bloom?" Lily had pulled up the costume—it was a blue sparkling outfit with small clip on wings at the back of the outfit.

Later that afternoon as the sun was starting to set, the colors had bright colors as if it were painted in all sorts of colors: red fading to orange, and blue fading to a nice shade of purple. Only in a few more hours the Potters would head out for Trick or Treating.

They heard a knock on the door, though they wondered who it was. . .well, Lily did. It could be either: Sirius or Remus or maybe both of them.

"It must be Remus and Sirius, since they wanted to go Trick or Treating with us, and told them why not," James had said.

Lily looked at James, her brow raised at him as she replied. "You'd asked them to join us?"

"Well, technically they'd asked about what were going to do on Halloween night, and so I said we might take the kids out for Halloween and they wanted to join us—in our adventure," he chuckled, as he headed to open the door to them.

Once he'd opened the door—immediately Sirius and Remus gave James the handshake that they'd developed during their younger years at Hogwarts and they would mess his black hair as always, something that Lily didn't like as she liked James's hair to be tidy, and not so messy. It was their way of greeting each other.

"Prongs!" they both chorused, in excitement over seeing him again.

Once they pulled away from each other, Moony was the first one to recognize what James was dressed as, well, not really dressed as much since he'd worn his wizard's hat and had a long dark cape. It only stated the obvious.

"Seriously, this is what you're dressed up as?" Moony not looking too thrilled as what he'd imagine James to be dressed up as. He was thinking that he would dress up as Dracula, oh, well this would probably due.

"I thought you said your going to dress up as Dracula as you'd mentioned a couple of times?" he had asked.

Even Sirius had the same reaction as Moony. They both wanted to see dressed as an Original Vampire, Dracula as the plan to go out on Halloween night. It would be great for him; with his dark hair and hazel eyes and the fangs in his mouth...it would've been bloody hell awesome!

"Well let's say she didn't like me to dress up as a bloody monster," James sighed.

"Ah I see, oh Lily," Padfoot shook his head, still had a smile across his face.

Moony was dressed up as a zombie with his face painted with colors that looked like he was an actual zombie, especially around the eyes that defiantly looked really sunken into his face, and the greenish red-color surrounding it. His hair was very messy, and looked like it was nearly dirty as well. His loosen olive color shirt had different sizes of holes within it, and blood splattered all around. His jeans was covered in dirt and also had blood splattered, and was ripped - revealing his bloody-dried knees.

James knew one thing: Lily was going to kill Remus literally for dressing up as a freak'in zombie—a dead zombie that had rose up from the dead. It was the reason why James wouldn't dare to wear his Dracula costume since it would probably freak the children out for dressing like that or that they might possibly cry out of fear. He could only imagine what would Lily do to the poor werewolf, probably shred him to pieces.

As for Sirius he was dressed up as a pirate. He had a baggy white open v-blouse with a vest ontop of the blouse. His pants were also baggy also in two-stripped colors: red and yellow. His black hair was tied into a small ponytail. He had a black eye patch on his left eyes and drew scars all around his face. He had a big black hat with a dark feather, and a fake green-reddish parrot on his left shoulders speaking a few words out. Also for a new feature, he had a fake hook as his hand on the left.

"Why don't you come in," James said, hoping that Lily wouldn't kill them both for wearing such silly costumes that it really made him wished that he had worn his Dracula costume right now.

"Aye! Captain Sirius coming in to steer the ship around here," trying to use his fake pirate accent, which made Moony and Prongs struggle with fits of laughter of his pirate accent.

They walked into the living room to notice the full decorations that were hung. On the wooden table in the living room there was a medium-sized, black, deep pot that almost looked like a witch's pot. Inside of it was punch, but icy steam was flowing out of the pot itself as if someone was doing some sort of potion, which in fact wasn't.

"Where's Harry?" Remus had asked, but before James could respond, Sirius had butted in, "I want to see the little guy. I wonder what's he dressed up as?"

"You'll see," he had grinned at the both of them as he went to go get his son from his room. He saw his son who was awake in his crib only to be giggling and was all dressed up.

Once he headed back to the living room with Harry smiling, as he was tickling his chin. Sirius and Remus had seen Harry in the arms of his father dressed as a pumpkin, they immediately rushed to James.

"He looks adorable in this," his godfather had commented as he looked at his godson. James couldn't help but chuckle, "though, his good looks come from his father."

"No doubt about it," Remus had spoken. As James handed his son Harry over to Remus so he could show Harry a new magic trick, though, Harry had a terrified look across his face as he saw Remus—the dead zombie.

"Don't worry Harry, he's not going to hurt you. I assure you," his father said to his son in a calm, reassuring voice that Remus wasn't or isn't going to hurt him. As if Harry understood what his father had said, his face was almost calm as Remus held Harry in his arms.

James took out his wand from his pocket and uttered a spell that he knew that Harry would love and be delighted to see. He lifted his wand in mid-air and the wand had glowed a bright dazzling color as the sparks of lights had lifted off into the air, dazzling brightly with all six colors of the rainbows—floating all around in the air.

James had noticed that Harry had his small chubby arms up as he tried to catch on the sparks in his own hands. As the moment he grabbed a single spark into his own hands—a color of bright red—but as he opened his hands to see the light. . . it was gone. His green eyes widen, as the rest of them had chuckled at Harry's startled expression, but he liked it as he was trying to catch another and another. . . it was endless. . .

"I see Harry taking a like to it," a voice came from behind the three marauders. They turned around to see Lily standing aside the doorway with Bloom in arms. She was dressed as a Greek goddess - in a white gown and had golden jewel atop her red hair, and golden sandals. Though, her smile had turned to a frown once she saw what Remus and Sirius were dressed up as. Did James even try to warn them about it? She highly doubted that James had even brought it up.

"What in the bloody hell are you two dressed up like that?" she had asked them both, noticing her frown on her face.

"Well," they had said, their faces flushed.

They had no idea what to say to Lily to make her change her mind about their costumes, but Padfoot had spoke up. "We had thought it was fun to wear this, and James was going to dress up as the bloody Dracula, but now, he's stating the very obvious!"

Lily raised her brow at Sirius and Remus; she knew she couldn't change their minds about wearing something different since she knew that they were pranksters and troublemakers when they were younger even until now.

"Hopefully, you wouldn't scare all the children while we're out," the redhead woman had sighed, though she didn't know that Bloom was taking such interest with the colorful sparks that was floating around in the air, as she tried to feel it with her fingers, trying to reach out to the closest one—the light blue spark. As she had slowly felt the light on her tiny chubby finger, the spark had vanished, leaving her blue eyes wide in shock.

"Hey, she likes it Lils," Moony had said, taking a notice of Bloom who'd had taken in such wonder over the colorful sparks that were floating in the living room. Lily looked at Bloom who was fascinated by the sparks, and smiled.

"All children love it!" Prongs had explained, as he held Harry in his arms. "I used to like it when I was a young child." He walked towards his wife, and kissed her on the head.

"We better head out now, so we can return back earlier as I have a few games that I want to play with you, Prongs!" Sirius had said with a smirk across his face.

Lily took a quick glance at the clock; it's seven sharp, perfect timing to go out for Trick or Treat. She nodded as she grabbed a stroller and placed Harry and Bloom and they left the cottage.

Though a certain someone was watching them from a distance. The figure was wearing a dark robe, covering his entire face. Only to see eyes glowing from that particular distance, behind the large oak tree, watching the four people in particular and vanished.

Darkness had fallen over London not too long ago. The cool breeze had hit for some time now, as the colorful leaves had started to fall off from the trees. The stars were shinning brightly over the city, and the moon was giving its full reflection over the ocean's surface—shimmering a bright silver color.

Four people were heading back to the cottage, to celebrate the night with board games and so on. "You three are so immature," Lily had commented to three men, including her husband as well who'd done quite a few pranks this night.

They were the Marauders after all, and pranking others was their specialty. They had their bags filled to the top—filled with candy that surely would rotten their teeth within less than two months.

Lily thought they were immature to go Trick or Treating, or she believed it was to be a children's thing to do on Halloween night to get candies or being tricked, but for the Marauders, they couldn't be tricked what-so-ever. They were the kings of all pranksters.

"Lily come on, you've got to admit it's funny to scare someone, especially teenagers." Padfoot had said, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore.

"We should do this more often, you know!"

Lily rolled her eyes at that comment.

Something strange was in the air; someone was watching them from a close distance, never taking its eyes off of them. As they made their way to the cottage, they felt like someone, or something had entered the front yard of the house, as they noticed the lawn was half destroyed, the plants were pulled out from the ground, the trees were somewhat cut off as parts of the thick branches were on the lawn.

Clearly, someone was here from all the mess that they were seeing. It only made Lily feel sick to her stomach. She could only imagine the worse of her fears being to show on her face.

It couldn't be. . . the. . .the work. . . of Lord Voldemort.

It couldn't be! He hadn't spotted him in months and neither she nor James had seen him. So the question is: who had done this and why?

A lump had rose to her throat as she was examining the lawn. She looked at James with a dreadful look that's plastered on her face.

"James. . ." she spoke out to him; her voice was no more than a whisper.

He looked at her with a firm gaze across his face. This is serious. Someone must've known that they were hiding here, but whom? He held out his wand in his hand and so did Sirius and Remus.

"Could it be you know be You-Know-Who?" she had asked, faintly and lowly without trying to be overheard by whoever was actually here. Fear was in her voice as she asked that question and she didn't want to say the name of the Dark wizard.

They all had a worried look across their faces. Lily might be right about it. It could be him—giving them some kind of warning—which he knows where they are.

"I don't know, but stay close to me," James told Lily, as she was near him and she gazed over the two children who were both asleep, unaware of what's going on.

"Let me go first," Sirius had said, as he kicked the door of the front cottage and looked at James sheepishly, "sorry, Potter I'll replace the door later."

He had flickered the lights on, his eyes widen for what he had seen.

Someone had been here. But. . .who?

Someone had been watching the Potters; it's the only explanation for all this. The windows were shattered. Slowly, Remus had approached Sirius on his left side as he took in what he had seen. The scene was truly. . . disturbing. The family photos that were put in frames were shattered and ripped. The decorations that were hung around the house was destroyed and ruined. The couches were torn, and chairs broken.

James narrowed his eyes, glancing at all parts of the cottage. It was a wreck to say the very least. Lily was feeling something very wrong her, as if she felt it in her very own bones. Why couldn't she get the feeling out of her mind? The strange rustling sound from outside had made her even more anxious than she ever was.

The door had slammed shut. All four adults turned around to see no one in sight. "Lily why don't you go and take the kids elsewhere—away from all this," James had told his wife, who'd glanced in his direction.

"No," she shook her head and looked at him, "not without you!"

"How about you two go and Remus and I would take care of this," Sirius had said to the two Potters. They glanced towards him and James spoke worriedly over his two friends. "What would become of the two of you?"

Remus and Sirius shared a look and Moony replied. "Don't worry about us. You have to get yourself out of here and the kids too!"

"We'll deal with whoever is messing with us!" Padfoot had said, being more watchful than ever. Eyeing each area of the cottage closely.

"But what if. . . if it was him?" Lily said with fear in her voice.

The air had suddenly shifted becoming cold, very cold. It was indeed him. Lily and James had no other choice but to listen to them. James had grabbed Harry, and Lily had Bloom in her arms and they both fled to the other side of the door. . . in order to leave the cottage but. . .

. . . But the moment that James had opened the door. . .their faces had paled up like as if they had seen a ghost passed by. His red eyes gleamed in the darkness. . .it was no other than Lord Voldemort himself. They didn't think that he would find them here. . . in the Muggle's world.

He pointed a wand at them, as if ordering them to go inside the cottage now. Lily had her gripped on the wand and finds the right time to cast a spell at him. She narrowed her eyes at the Dark Lord as she held Bloom closely to her.

James right besides her, looked at her as if though they had shared the same thought and nodded. Though they heard footsteps behind them as Remus and Sirius were behind Lily and James Potters, glaring at the Dark Lord who was here. . . in front of them at the very moment.

The Dark Lord had taken his wand out and pointed the wand at. . . someone in particular. . . and he knew which one to hit exactly.

"Imperio!"

Sirius had been unable to avoid the Unforgivable Cruse, and he found himself willing near the Dark Lord, his friends were shocked of what the Dark Lord had done to their good friend, Sirius. He was now under his dark curse. The Dark Lord only gleamed quite wickedly.

"Padfoot! Fight this!" Remus shouted to Sirius as he narrowed his eyes at his cursed friend.

Sirius was screaming inside of himself, as if ordering himself to stop this madness. He was shouting at himself, even his own good soul was trying everything he can to break the curse that he was cursed by Lord Voldemort.

"Now, you'll be the one to kill Harry," his wicked smile grew on his face as he ordered Sirius to cast the Unforgivable Curse onto the baby boy.

James, Lily, and Remus had horrifying look across their faces. They knew. . . he was under the Dark Lord's curse and there was nothing they could do about it. They knew how much he'd adored his godson. There was no way. . . he would actually do it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A bright green light had flashed instantly, but James had dodged the Unforgivable Curse, though, how much was he possibly was going to avoid it for? He immediately turned to Remus and handed Harry to him and glanced at Lily.

"Listen to me, I need to you two to both flee, NOW!" he had ordered both of them, as he would face Sirius and the Dark Lord, himself.

"But—" but she was immediately dragged by Remus, but something had happened, something magical and unknown; good flowing magic had flowed from Bloom who was now crying in fear (anytime that she's upset, her powers somehow unleash). The good magic had flowed out of her, breaking the Unforgivable Curse over the spelled Sirius.

At the moment. . . he was freed, he had dropped his wand to the ground in shocked. What did he do? Did he actually summon a Killing Curse for the very first time? He noticed that Harry wasn't in the arms of his father. He would never ever forgive himself if he'd actually summoned a Killing Curse. Never. Especially if he had tried to cast it on his godson.

He. Would. Never. Ever. Forgive. Himself.

The Dark Lord felt a good, light, pure magic had washed over him. It was so pure that he'd never felt anything like it. . . never in his life there was such magic like this, but how? Where did this magic come from? His dark red eyes had soon fallen on the young girl in Lily's arm. That pure magic was coming from her—a child. It is indeed strong magic.

But the child was only crying as he watched Lily trying to sooth her. He had lifted his wand levitating a few things around Lily and Remus making it a dead end way for the both of them. He had summoned a spell that no one could leave the cottage, trapping them all inside with nowhere to run or go for that matter.

Sirius and James were at side together with their wands ready, glaring at the Dark Lord—who's the wickedest and darkest wizard of all times in the Wizarding world!

Though Lord Voldemort had approached them with a devilish smile across his face. He wanted the girl instead of the boy. He felt a powerful energy surrounding the girl. What kind of magic did she have that made him. . . want to have thirst over that kind of power?

Maybe instead of killing the boy, I could have the girl instead as an exchange and kill the boy afterwards? the Dark Lord had thought to himself darkly, pleased with that and maybe with that kind of magic, he could actually defeat the boy and conquer the Wizarding world! He could offer Lily and James that. A simple exchange.

"How about a small exchange then? You give me the girl, and I'll probably spare your son's life," his lips twisted into a cruel smile as he gleamed quite wickedly.

Lily and James narrowed their eyes at him. They wouldn't give up on the girl either and certainly they wouldn't exchange her. He would probably hurt her or worse, kill her.

"No!" Lily pressed her lips; her voice was firm. She would allow him to have the girl, as she knew that he would use the girl and after that, he would kill Harry.

His eyes darkened.

"You give me no choice then," he waved his wand up, as they were preparing for the worse to happen.

As the moment the green light had flashed. . . nothing had happened.

Lily opened her eyes to see something blocking the Killing Curse—an invisible barrier protecting all of them, but how? She was completely baffled by this. She took a quick glance to see Remus, Sirius, and James who had the same startled expressions across their faces.

"WHAT KIND OF BLOODY HELL OF A TRICK IS THIS!" he seethed angrily.

No one had an answer to this, but it was Bloom's doing. It was her magic that is protecting them from the Dark Wizard. Lily gazed at Bloom who had stopped crying.

"Er. . . well then," he grumbled, as he noticed the objects that were floating in mid-air. . . was now back on the ground. Remus handed Harry over to his father.

"Let's leave, now!"

Voldemort was waiting for the chance to attack James behind his back. He waved his wand up in the air, as he watched Lily, Remus, Sirius, and James walking away—leaving Voldemort alone in this cottage.

"Avada Kedavra!" he muttered in such a low voice so no one could hear him summoning the curse.

Though Remus was the one to warn James. "James, watch out!"

He wrapped his arms around Harry, in order to save him from the Killing Curse. Though the green light hadn't touched him. . . it had touched Harry's forehead, and somehow the cruse had rebounded back to Voldemort. . . and in an instant flash he was gone. . . his dark robe was the only thing left of him.

"HAARRRYYY!" Lily screamed out, her voice filled with pain.

She ran towards her son in fear, fearing the worse had happened that her son might be dead. She looked at him, still seeing the spark in Harry's green eyes. He is still breathing, and smiling at that too like nothing had happened.

He's okay. Lily assured herself over and over again.

She placed her hand on his face, and she'd noticed that there's a scar on his forehead, covered in light red blood. She placed her finger on the scar. . .

"James, look," she said to her husband as he looked down at his son's forehead, noting a small scar that he'd received from the Unforgivable Curse. His parents' love for him. . . is the biggest protection from all sorts of evil curses and spells. Love. Love is the ultimate protection; no matter how sinister dark magic is. . . love overpowers it, since it's the greatest feeling in the world and protection that there is.

Remus and Sirius were watching Harry who had survived the Killing Curse with just only a scar that was on his forehead now.

"Wait until everyone knows in the magical world. . ."

". . . He will be considered The-Boy-Who-Lived," Remus had said, as James and Lily looked at him.

They knew what had happened this night. . . will never be forgotten especially since that their son, Harry, had survived the Killing Curse, which no one ever lives after that.

Lord Voldemort was now gone. Gone with no questioning.

Was he actually dead now? Possibly, since his robe and wand was laid on the marbled floor.

Lily planted a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, knowing that he was truly fine after what had happened. James pulled Lily close to him, as all four of them examined the destroyed cottage. It was heartbreaking! They looked at their son with concern in their eyes.

"He's okay, Lily. Our boy is okay," James muttered as he kissed his son on the forehead.

"We should tell Dumbledore what had happened tonight," Black stated getting a nod from Lupin and the Potters.

Even the Ministry of Magic should know what happened to Lord Voldemort.

From this moment on. . .

. . . They knew that Harry isn't going to be a normal wizard, after this night everyone will know. . . and would call him The-Boy-Who-Lived.

And even. . . what was more strange. . . where did that barrier come from? Was it Bloom's unknown magic? Lily wanted to leave this cottage, as if she didn't feel safe anymore for herself and her family.

Author's Note

(09/09/17)—chapter's been edited.

The scene of Lord Voldemort confronting the Potters, Black, and Lupin was bit difficult, and I hoped it went well with what I had wrote.

Well...things had turned up to be rather unexpected, and Lily and James had survived the curse. But still there's more questions than ever from before. Like what happened to Lord Voldemort exactly, is he really dead? And where did that barrier come from? What did exactly happen this night?

So I hoped you all liked this chapter! Please review and tell me how I did! :D