Disclaimer: Anything that belongs to the fantasy goddess known as J.K. Rowling does not belong to me, no matter how much I wish it did.
Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please treat it kindly. After you read, any feedback/constructive criticism will be appreciated. Flames will NOT be taken seriously. This first chapter is just a prologue, really, so it's short, but I promise the next one will be longer! Anyway, please R/R!
Chapter One
What Really Happened
It was a cold, stormy night. In a home in an area called Godric's Hollow, a family was getting ready for bed. An attractive young woman named Lily was singing her children to sleep. Her husband, James, was taking a late shower.
This beautiful family seemed charming. But that was not how they felt. The Potters- For that was their name- Were in hiding from a dangerous man that no wizard or witch ever dared name. But his name was Voldemort. James and Lily never felt safe. Only their children- twins, a boy and a girl- ever felt protected and content.
That night, however, changed everything.
A minute after the twins had fallen asleep, there was a crash of thunder, then a loud BANG. James, just barely finished getting dressed, sped out of the bathroom and down the stairs. A moment later Lily heard her husband yelling to her.
"Lily! Take the twins and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-"
Lily saw a flash of green on the steps, then slow, sure feet walking up them. Finally shaking off her shock, she fumbled for the window latch, but it was too late.
She spun around when she heard the door burst open, and caught a glimpse of the man's face before he snatched her baby boy from his blankets. She pleaded and begged, offering to sacrifice herself if he left her children, but to no avail. There was noise. Confusion. And then a final green flash as Lily, her eyes wide with horror and fear, fell to the ground.
Voldemort simply ignored her, and turned his wand upon the baby. But something happened, and his spell backfired, leaving him weak and powerless. Disappearing, he left the two children there, but he knew- He could feel it- That he would eventually get his revenge.
A little while later, a large man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid burst into the bedroom. His eyes fell on Lily and for a second he just stood there. Then he heard the crying.
Hagrid turned, and spotted the baby boy. Snatching him up, he tried to comfort him while his eyes searched for his sister. But then he heard a commotion outside, and looking out the window, he noticed the crowd standing outside the door. He didn't have time for this; he had to take the child and go. He could only figure the Voldemort had taken his sister
What nobody realized was when Lily was struggling with Voldemort, she had knocked over the crib, and the little girl inside had crawled inside of a closet and sat very quiet, as if she was playing a game of Hide-And-Seek. As the Muggle policemen searched the house, one found the little girl and took her away to an orphanage, where she was adopted by an American family and taken to live with them in the United States.
It wasn't until she was 16 that she found out that she still had real family living somewhere out there.