Sally Jackson smiled down at her son and godson as they began to practice flying on their small, toy brooms.
Sally couldn't help but marvel at how much Harry looked like his father. His eyes, however, would always be the eyes of his mother, Sally's best friend, Lilly Potter. The Potters had apparated to Dumbledoor to seek his guidance on the recent prophecy concerning the two boys and had left Sally to look after them.
Sally's smile disappeared as she thought of the hardships Harry and Percy would have to face in the future. Harry was said to be part of the prophecy concerning the destruction of the dark lord, Voldemort, as was Percy.
Percy, however, had a much harsher future. Not only was he a wizard, but also a demigod son of Poseidon and legacy of Apollo. He was a forbidden child and was destined to decide the fate of Mt Olympus, home to the gods.
A loud bang pulled the daughter of Apollo from her bleak thoughts. She stood, gripping her ash wood wand tightly. Lilly and James weren't due back for another hour, and the three remaining marauders were at Grimmauld place, at a meeting with the rest of the Order.
An all too familiar voice called through the small cottage.
"BOMBARDIER MAXIMUS!" Sally barely had time to grab the boys and run up the stairs before the door to the cottage was blown in, shattering instantly.
Sally didn't look back as she ran into Harry's nursery and locked the door. She placed both boys in the crib and began weaving the protective spell she and Lilly had come up with.
"et haec quidem tueri sanguine Apollinem et Neptunum figuli ."
(Translation: protect these lives by the blood of Apollo, Poseidon, and the Potters. )
Sally cut her thumb and smeared it across the front of the cot, sealing the blood magic. Her spell had just effectively ended her life. Even if she was spared and the boys were attacked. The attack would be deflected to the attacker and herself. Sally had signed her death warrant.
She had no more time to think about it as the door to the nursery was broken in. Voldemort stood in the doorway, a cold smile stretched across his face as tendrils of his long, black cloak flicked out behind him ominously.
"Come on dear move out of the way," Voldemort said, motioning his wand out to the side. His voice was soft and subtle as he tried to move the witch from his true targets. Sally, tears streaming down her face, stood and defiantly faced the dark lord.
"No." She said her hatred for the man in front of her fuelling her bravery. She was going to die but if her demi-god life had taught her anything, it was not to go down without a fight. Voldemort sneered at her, raising his wand to her neck. Had she been good he might have saved a place in his army for her. Too bad.
"Such a waste." He muttered.
"Avada Kadavra!" He screamed, the green spell hitting Sally dead on. Her body dropped to the floor lifeless. Her last movements, the tears she cried as she thought of her motherless son.
Voldemort smiled widely at the body of the witch before fixing his murderous gaze on the boys. The two that were prophesied to end his life. He raised his wand once more.
"Avada Kadavra!" The spell shot out, but unlike the many time he'd done it before, this one failed to work. Instead, it backfired, hitting Voldemort himself. Voldemort wailed, his body disappearing as his soul was, once again, torn apart.
The dark lord's soul latched onto the only logical object it could find for a host. the only things in the room still living.
The boys, still confused about what just happened, began to cry. They cried and cried until they cried themselves to sleep.
The nursery they were in lay destroyed, Sally's body cold and lifeless, Voldemort's cloak sprawled on the floor, and the two boys asleep peacefully. The only reminder of the attack, a trident shaped scar on Percy's cheek and a lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead.