Lily and James Potter were joyful parents when their little baby girl was brought into the world. Her tiny little locks mirroring Lily's, along with her button nose but it was her eyes that were the surprise. Instead of the emerald of Lily's eyes they were the color of the deepest sea swirling with only a hint of kelp.

She was very smart too. Her magic came in quickly but she seemed very good at controlling it early on. She was weaned before Lily was ready for her to be, little Herriette seeming to prefer a bottle to her mother's breast. Her eyes were intelligent as she watched everything around her, sharp as she watched the interactions of her family.

Her eyes never changed color but stayed the color of the sea.

It was odd though, Lily and James would talk at night when they went to bed. Their little one didn't seem to like Sirius as much but instead latched onto Peter. She was always reaching for him as soon as he walked into the house, giving him kisses on the cheek and hugging his neck. James spoke of how he was worried about his brother, in everything but blood. Sirius didn't fare well with rejection.

Then came the day of little Herriette's first word.

They were all gathered for a barbecue on the weekend. Peter was running late, so Sirius had managed to snag her. He was playing with her in his Grim form when he let out a yelp, and she came trotting around the corner with a wide grin and if Lily didn't know better, an almost malicious delight in her eyes. The toddler hugged the wall, but the front door swung open and in waltzed her favorite person.

Little Herriette let out a squeal and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Wo'mta'l!"

Lily let out a gasp and James gaped while Peter's light blue eyes widened.

"Hey Carina."

Peter couldn't help the small blush he got as the little one beamed at him as he called her, her middle name instead of first name.

James turned toward his brother to see him glaring Peter, who had gone to pick up the little girl. Sirius rubbed his left arm.

"What happened?"

"The little animal bit me."

Dumbledore needed a Chosen One to spearhead the Light side of the war. Someone that the whole of the Wizarding World could back when the time came. As it was the Ministry was infiltrated by the Dark side, there would be no steps forward until it was too late.

Thankfully Dumbledore had made sure his pieces were in play long before the war had truly begun. He had several who were loyal to him, who felt indebted to him and he would use that for the Greater Good. Some would have to die, so that others could live. It was as it would need to be.

The Potters were the family that would suit the prophecy that Trelawney had given him in the comfort of his office at Hogwarts. However, he would need it to reach Voldemort's ears and so on the busiest day of the week he took her to the Hog's Head and slipped her a drug that would induce a vision. Like clockwork, he couldn't have planned it better his Potions Master heard the prophecy and slipped out quickly.

Later in his office, hands steepled Dumbledore couldn't help but think how propitious it all was. With Lily's death on Severus's conscience no doubt he would be filled with regret, perhaps Dumbledore would gain a double agent.

Peter was afraid.

As soon as the Fidelius charm was put into place, he felt doomed.

A little hand patted his cheek.

"It's ok, Pet'r."

He gazed down into the fathomless eyes of the little one that had seemed to care for him from the first time she laid eyes on him. She smiled her gap toothed smile.

A tear rolled down his cheek, he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I don't want you to die." It was whispered.

"I won't. Ma an' Da might."

Peter blinked and leaned back eyes wide.

His blue eyes met her far too sharp green-blue gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"Take to fridge now." She leaned forward and grabbed onto his neck, as he sat up from the settee. His dusty golden brows were furrowed but Peter followed her instructions with no questions. Once in the kitchen she pointed where the magnets with letters were and said, "Down."

She let out a large sigh, "Wait."

Peter watched as the little one gathered the different letter magnets together before grabbing the letters she wanted separating them from the herd. She was always smart, perhaps too smart. He'd caught the conversations of Lily and James, sometimes with the odd commentary of Sirius on how unnatural it was. Peter had always felt like he was the outsider of the Marauders, and when the little one grabbed onto him with both hands he couldn't help but feel like it was partially his fault she was disconnected with her parents.

"Stop it."

Peter glanced down and little Carina to see her nose scrunched up at him and her finger pointed at him.

"Not your fault."

Then she turned back to the words that were forming on the refrigerator door, Peter knelt beside her.

"Self Fulfi.."

"Not done. Little hands stupid." She let out another blustery sigh before going back to putting more letters onto the door. After a couple minutes passed it was done. "Pet'r, prophecy is…" Then she pointed to the words.

His eyes wided almost comically wide as he put together what she had constructed, "Self-fulfilling!"

"Yes."

"How…" He shook his head, "It doesn't matter...even if I tell him that it won't make a difference."

She nodded and stood on little wobbly legs before cupping his face in her hands, "Take me to him."

"You don't know what…"

Another sigh and a forehead bump, "Pet'r I know more...Take me to Voldy."

He tugged her to him holding her tight, her whisper in his ear barely registering.

"I promise I won't die."

Peter sat back in surprise as he felt her magic bind her to the promise and with it his magic did as well.