Edgar Bones was a very serious man. He had six children and a lovely wife. Mrs. Bones was a kind and happy lady, brimming with laughter and joy.

Five little heads peered over the edge of the cradle to stare at their new baby brother, Brook, who stared straight back at them and laughed.

The Bones family was a large happy one, prospering even in the darkest times of war. They welcomed the arrival of yet another soon after Brook's second birthday.

Then, the death eaters attacked. Brook, the only survivor of the massacre that killed his parents and siblings. Found hours later, surrounded by the dead bodies of his family, his aunt Amelia took him into her home.

Mrs. Belby had a full, round face, just like her newborn son. Little Marcus shrieked with loud exuberance, then quickly dissolved into just as noisy tears, still wiggling and waving his chubby arms. It quickly becomes clear that he is a very emotional child.

Mr. Belby looked on stiffly from his position at his wife's shoulder and grimaced with every noise. Marcus, oblivious to the both his parents' presence, attempted to roll out of his mother's embrace, already set on exploring this vast new world.

Cho Chang vapidly soaked in all the wondrous and inexplicable happening around her. Laughing, her mother commented on how she was already treading the path to genius, despite still being in the cradle. Her father nodded in agreement, and they both knew that Cho would follow in her parents' steps and go to Ravenclaw.

Cho giggled quietly, making sounds only rarely as she hung from every word her parents spoke.

The night-shift nurse scowled disapprovingly as she scooped the baby up from the hospital step, cradling him close to her chest. Pulling back the blankets a bit, her scowl only deepened further. Not only do they abandon the child, but they had the audacity to die his hair first?! A crinkle; the nurse pulled out a piece of paper from the blanket folds, and on it was written only his name.

Months later, when the green colour failed to fade and roots continued to grow like grass, the nurse sighed and gave him a sad look. Most abandoned babies were adopted straight away, into the loving arms of adoptive parents. This one though... No one wanted defective children. No, this one would have to suffer the pain of cramped foster homes, too many children in too little space and not enough love to go around.

Oblivious to the nurses grim musings, baby Zoro slept on.

Holding her son close to her breast, Narcissa Malfoy paced the drawing-room slowly. Only a few weeks old and already creating havoc in his path. As the Dark Lord's war grew ever worse, so did her husband's demeanor, and Draco's inexplicable hatred of his father served only to make it worse.

Trapped as he was in the form of a child, Sanji could do nothing but the pettiest of actions against his cold, cruel father, he that would neglect his kind and loving wife so badly.

As all other babies do, Harry Potter came into this world, screaming and crying, doing his very best to destroy the eardrums of anyone within a few metres distance. This, however, was the first and only time he ever did so, to most everyone's relief.

Though Lily Potter was thankful above all to be blessed with such a happy child, she must wonder why he never cried, never screamed or threw tearful tantrums. No, baby Harry did not cry, but instead laughed and burbled and shouted with glee, as if overjoyed by every single thing he could touch and taste and see.

It is only when both his parents are murdered in front of him and his head sliced open to scar that baby Harry cried once more.

Gently, gently, bundled in layers of fabric, her son is held close to her heart, where he might hear her love for him and let it calm him in turn. His cries, which had been non-stop for weeks on end, eventually ebbed and eased into small hiccupped sniffles. The young mother didn't know why her little Dean panicked so whenever his mother left his sight, but it is no small achievement that he had finally calmed, sleeping peacefully in her arms.

'I bet he gets it from you.' She thought, staring out the window as she remembered the man who had abandoned both his wife and their newborn son.

Gaze locked down on her newest and youngest yet (a girl, finally a girl!), Molly pondered her little Ginny, not even a full month old and already so vastly different from the rest of her siblings, calm and bright where they had all been rowdy balls of energy and noise even at that age.

Ginny cried, soft and quiet and so tame compared to her six older brothers, curled up in the safety of her mother's arms, a tiny, chubby fist wrapped tightly around a bright red lock of her mother's hair.

As a baby, Tony Chopper was a happy little boy with cocoa brown skin and sky blue eyes. Born to a middle classwizarding family, both parents muggleborn, the Chopper family wanted for very little and were happy with what they had.

Unfortunately, other people were not happy with the Chopper's mild fortune, and took upon themselves to ruin any possible happiness a mudblood family might have. Cradled in the arms of his mother as she flees into the night, Tony's tears mixed with the blood from his fresh new werewolf bite.

"The King is dead, Long live the King!"

Alright, so this chapter was very short, but I swear it'll be longer next time, promise! This was just a brief summary of early lives, and in the next chapter I'll be going into more detail about afterwards (Pre-Hogwarts still though).

So. WOW. I did not expect so much reaction to this fic. 34 favourites, 51 followers and 1 community. I didn't think much of this story, but I guess I've done something right, yeah? Now, because I didn't expect much from this story, I also didn't bother developing many ideas before posting, so... yeah. a slow work in progress right here. If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them.

And to the one reviewer who mentioned it, yes, Gryffindor Malfoy and Slytherin Weasley is going to be a lot of fun. -evil grin- I hadn't thought about the smokes before, but that'll be cool too. Does he sneak out into the muggle world and smuggle them in? Do wizards even smoke?

Also, has anyone else noticed JK's love for the number seven? Edgar Bones is said to have had seven children, Dean is said to have seven sisters and the Weasley's had seven children as well. Also, Arthur Weasley's father was named Septimus, indicating he was the seventh child. I know seven's a magical number and all, but wow...

EDIT: So, I had to fix this chapter up a bit, because this is set in the 80's and orphanages weren't really that common by then so I had to move Zoro elsewhere. And while fixing him, I thought 'why not fix the others?' So I did.