June 20th, 1981
Tamya Spica Potter wandered the corridors of her house- mansion would be a better word, though- Godric's Hollow, looking for her parents, James and Lily Potter. Her eleven month old brother, Harry, was crying and had woken her up. Which was quite a feat, as she slept like a rock; at least, that's what dad, had told her. The three year old stopped at her parents' bedroom and entered through the open door. There was a light shining under the door she wasn't allowed to touch, ever. Hesitating, she reminded herself it was for Harry and walked over. However, she stopped as she heard her mom let out a strangled cry.
"You can't be serious, Albus." A sob. "Harry can't… I mean, he's just a child! He can't be the one to defeat You-Know-Who! He's not even a year old yet!"
Curious, Tamya leaned closer, her ear a scant few inches from the door.
"I'm afraid so, my dear Lily, "an old, grave voice announced. Tamya shivered at the sound. "Harry matches everything said in the prophecy. He will be the one to destroy Voldemort once and for all."
"Do you think we could hear the prophecy, Albus?" It was her father speaking now. "I mean, maybe we could see if you missed anything."
A soft sigh. "I do not think so, James, but if you wish to hear it…"
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Second in line of those who have thrice defied him… A child of Gray they will be, Dark yet Light… Marked by the Ancients, they will become his equal… Defeated by the power thought long lost, the power of the one who was betrayed… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…"
"That makes no sense, Albus." Her father said. "What Ancients? What power?"
"I believe, James, that all of that shall be revealed in time. Young Harry's powers will, no doubt, unlock themselves eventually. Until then, I suggest you go into hiding. Unfortunately, a Death Eater heard the first two lines, and Voldemort undoubtedly knows of this by now. And you are the only couple that has defied him three times and has two children."
"But how? And what about Harry and Tamya?" Hearing Harry's name, Tamya was suddenly reminded of why she was here. She took a step back, and the floor suddenly creaked. The door flew open, and her mom stood there menacingly. She deflated a bit when she saw who it was.
"Tamya," she said sternly. "What are you doing up?"
"Harry woke me, Mum. He's crying, and you said not to touch when you or a grown up weren't around, so…"
"Oh, I better go check on him," Lily said fretfully. She brushed past Tamya, who looked at the old man with long gray hair and baby blue robes, before turning and following her mother.
Halfway out the room, she felt a strange sensation inside her head. The tingling suddenly turned into a sharp pain as the door slammed shut. She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. The agony stopped, fading away slowly, leaving her exhausted and shaky. Sniffling, she climbed under the covers of her parents' bed, falling asleep in seconds.
Unbeknownst to her or anyone else, the old man named Albus Dumbledore replaced his wand inside his sleeve, content that the memory of the prophecy was buried deep into her mind.
October 31rst, 1984
Seven year-old Tamya looked from the book she was reading, her gaze flickering to her mother and four year-old Harry, the former coddling him and playing with him lovingly. Used to the blatant displays favoritism, she looked over to her dad working, the only one who truly seemed to love her, other than Sirius Black, her godfather. Of course, others paid attention to her, like Remus, but not nearly as much as they did to Harry. She didn't understand what made him so special, and whenever she asked, she was just told she was too young to know. Ever since then, she'd been trying long and hard to prove that she was old enough, which was why she read so much. While most kids her age had trouble reading a thirty page picture book, she could read a fifty page book without any pictures with only a bit of difficulty.
An uneasy feeling settled into her stomach as she stared at her dad. Putting down her book, she went over and sat down next to him, watching him put his quill. "What is it, my little bookworm?" He asked lightly.
"Something bad's going to happen, Dad," she said, her voice cracking. "Really, really, really bad." He looked into her silver and hazel eyes, filled with a fear and maturity no girl her age should have. Her finger reached up and twirled some of her messy black and blood red hair
"Don't worry about it, dear," he said soothingly. "Peter's keeping us safe."
"I don't know, Dad. Something bad is going to happen. Something big." Almost as though to punctuate her statement, a sudden gong reverberated throughout the house.
"The wards," James whispered. "Lily! The wards!"
"I know!" James swore and scribbled a hasty note, throwing it in the fire, screaming, "Remus Lupin's house!" The parchment was swallowed up by green flames as the door exploded.
"Lily! Take the kids and run! I'll hold him off!"
"James-"
"Just go, Lily!"
"Tamya, come on!"
"I'm not going anywhere without Dad!" she said stubbornly.
"Tamya, please, you have t-"
Whatever else her dad was about to say was cut off as a green flash of light that flew over his shoulder, destroying the wall behind him, making Lily scream.
"Run!" That was James Potter's last word as the next jet of green light hits its target.
"Dad!"
"Oh, you shouldn't bother," a cold, amused voice said. "It isn't like he's going to wake up." A tall man, his face obscured by the shadows, showing only shining red eyes, stepped into the room, casually twirling his wand in his hand. "Now, where is your brother?"
"Like I'm going to tell you,"Tamya hissed, fury overpowering everything else. She felt like she was burning inside, the feeling spreading throughout her limbs. The sound of shattering glass and her mother's sobs echoed distantly in her ears.
"Such power," he said. "A shame you're on the wrong side. You could have been spared, had your father not rejected my generous offer to join me." Things were starting to fly up, almost like caught in an invisible tornado. Tamya gave a growl, and the objects flew towards the tall wizard. He deflected them with a flick of his wand.
"Do not speak about my dad! He was worth a thousand of you, you slimy bastard! "
"Tsk, tsk, such language," he said reprovingly. He looked around a bit as the house shook slightly, making small debris fall from the ceiling. The half-destroyed wall tumbled over, a large chunk hitting her mother in the head. She slumped to the ground, unconscious.
"You're all alone, now. How sad. Dying with only your brother next to you, whom I will kill next. Right after-"He was cut of as green vines and coils of fire and ice started wrapping themselves around him, crawling up his legs. His eyes flickered to the girl, whose hair and robes were whipping around wildly, the silver and hazel of her eyes swirling together in a mesmerizing whirlpool. Taking in a sharp breath out of surprise, he raised his wand and yelled "Avada Kedavra!"
The streak of neon green shot across the room- only to be deflected right back towards him by a purplish shield. The makeshift ropes absorbed it, suddenly thickening and tripling in size and speed. Lord Voldemort, the greatest Dark wizard since Morgana LeFay, screamed, a shriek so unearthly it made the huddled form of Harry Potter shudder and faint, a bloody gash appearing from magical backlash and Tamya's ears hurt.
The vines vanished, leaving behind nothing but a black wisp of smoke. The dark gas twirled, before being sucked away by something. Suddenly feeling very tired and confused, she looked at her father's body – corpse, something whispered in the back of her mind- and fell to her knees, crying, the tears falling onto the ground. A sudden glint of gold on his right hand made her look. There was a ring there, and on pure instinct, she reached out a grabbed it, sliding it onto her middle finger. It adjusted itself and vanished from sight, just as Tamya fainted.
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Hello. I hoped you liked the first chapter of my first story. I thought I'd try something very different. I've never seen a story like this before, and I figured what the hell. It does gets a bit tiring reading about how everybody thinks it's Harry's sibling that defeated Voldemort, but it's actually Harry. Anyhow, I would appreciate it if you were to review. Sometimes all I need is encouragement, and I'll write faster.(Hint, hint).