First off: I do not own Harry Potter
Second off: Lily died and James lived
Third off: This is my Original Character's story (but it is not a Mary Sue). James, Harry, and my friend's original characters to appear later!

Have fun!

The defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort spread like wildfire throughout the wizarding world. Celebrations occurred on every street corner. Many wizards, in their joy, disregarded the separation between wizard and muggle and pranced down the streets of muggle London shouting at the top of their lungs "You-Know-Who has been defeated! Open your windows and unlock your doors – there is no longer anything to fear!" This caused quite some confusion but most assumed the strangely dressed, ecstatic man or woman had simply escaped a mental hospital or something of that sort.

In another part of the world, the more refined wizarding communities celebrated with elaborate dinner parties and festive balls. Old gowns were broken out of locked wardrobes and young men learned again how to fasten a bow-tie. The Potter Family mourned first for a few days over the loss of their nephew, cousin, or grandson's wife, Lily – whose loss of life saved their son Harry, who defeated the Dark Lord as a very phenomenal one year old child. Within the Potter's Manor there was also a child; a one year old girl with astoundingly red hair – uncharacteristic of the Potter family. She was learning to walk while wearing a dress that was far too elaborate for her age when she entered one of these grand parties with her hand wrapped around one finger of her fathers. On his right arm he escorted his wife and the girl's mother, Isabella, whose cascading brown curls framed her face elegantly. A man waiting for them at the entrance to the ballroom announced their names "Nathaniel Edmund Potter escorting his wife, Isabella Louise, and their daughter Roxanne."

Roxanne looked around the room. Having never been allowed inside it before, she was amazed by the way the ceiling seemed to twinkle just as do the stars in the sky. She released her father's hand and began to wander about the room, gazing at everything for an extended period of time. Nathaniel and Isabella began to dance with many other couples in the centre of the room which seemed to be lit by nothing but moonlight while the musicians played. Roxanne stared at her mother who moved with such grace and her father who led her mother – both smiling as they caught each other's glances. Her attention was quickly drawn away, however, by the ability that the dinner rolls seemed to have to roll under things so neatly and she soon found herself chasing one under a table.

It was then that the fear that all the people in company thought they were free from returned as cloaked figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the room - wands drawn and eyes burning with a hate that cannot be measured.

Suddenly, all that could be heard were sour notes from the musicians, screams, curses, and collapsing bodies. Frightened and confused, Roxanne began to cry. The table she sat under was overturned by a woman's lifeless body that was carelessly tossed aside by one of the cloaked intruders. Chance struck as Roxanne was glanced over by all eyes. She slowly began to crawl up to the skirts of the fallen woman but suddenly found herself being scooped up into the arms of her father. He shushed her and continued to run, trying to doge the attackers, He made it only a few more feet, however. Even after he had fallen, Roxanne remained obediently quiet with her eyes shut tightly as the screams finally ended and all that remained was laughter.

The intruders left as abruptly as they came and an eerie silence settled over the ballroom. Roxanne, lying on her back, looked up at the shimmering ceiling which was now dirtied by a small, ugly green cloud. Too young to understand both death and evil, she began to cry, simply because that was all she knew to do.