A/N: I will try to update this story once a week. With emphasis on try since I'm still in school.

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Chapter 1- Marked for Life

12 years had passed since the fateful on which Harry Potter had killed Voldemort.

Some people would say that nothing had really changed at all since then, others would then snort at their ignorance and say that everything had changed.

If you'd ask Harry Potter himself you would probably get an answer along the lines of "Of cause things have changed, time does that it brings change. Is that change for the better or the worse, that's something each and every one has to decide for themselves, but it has definitely gotten calmer. Let's hope it stays that way." And he'd stare lost in thought with his eyes still showing that this boy, now man had grown up way to fast.

Had someone however looked closer at these eyes then they would have seen them mirror the dreadful feeling Harry had whenever he thought of the future.

In moments like this Harry would use something he had learned during the war, the ability to live in the now instead of always thinking about what might be. And he had a great life so why should he ruin that with dark thoughts.

He had become an Auror and married Ginny who had first become a chaser for the Holly Head Harpies and was now, after retiring, the writer of the Quidditch reports in the daily prophet.

The 6 years old James Sirius who already lived up to both his namesakes, looking like his grandfather probably had at that age, eyes filled with mischief and every bit a trouble make.

The 4 year old middle child Albus Severus, who was the spitting image of Harry bar the scar, who absolutely refused being called by his full name persisting on being called Al. Al was kind of the oddball in the Potter family being shy and silent, preferring reading abought a game of Quidditch and hating any kind of attention, which made him being Harry Potters son rather unfortunate.

And lastly the two year old Lily Luna, who was a beautiful mix of her mother and grandmother, the barely 2 year old girl already had fairly long flaming red hair one shade lighter than her mom and her father's emerald green eyes. The girl while still rather already showed great magic capability making things float al around the room, that is until her god-brother Teddy Lupin visited, now she rather enjoys changing the hair of every person in her close proximity.

It was a normal day in summer, not unlike any other, that this particular part of our story was set into motion.

Ginny Potter nee Weasley was standing in the kitchen preparing supper. Fully concentrated on her work she didn't notice her middle child coming inside. (Sadly this wasn't an unusual occurrence as Al was a rather silent child).

So as the small son of the Potters caught to make himself noticed Ginny's first reflex, still remaining from the war, was to grab for her wand.

But since it was a usual occurrence she was fast to catch herself and instead smile at her son, although her slight movement didn't go unnoticed by the observant Al.

"Al what are you doing here, you surprised me."

"Mommy, what is this thing below my eye?" Al asked.

Ginny looked her son in the face and searched for what he could mean with that, but she couldn't, for the heck of it, find what Al could mean.

"Sweetie there is nothing below your eye, maybe you just imagined it a shadow or something?"

Al looked as if he was about to say something else, but he decided against it.

"Yes, Mommy" he said instead.

With that Ginny turned back to her work and Al left the kitchen.

Al knew that he hadn't imagined the sign below his eye.

You see there aren't that many mirrors in the Potter household and Al, being as short as he is never could look at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Today in nursery school however they had decorated mirrors so they could give them to their mothers, so Al had more than enough time to look at himself, especially at the curious mark he had notice below his eye.

Of cause he knew that people had freckles, birthmarks and scars in their face and all over their body, but this was different.

The sign was pitch black, looking a bit like those things some muggles had on their bodies 'tattoos', and was a little bigger than a thumbnail. Also Al could have sworn that he had seen the symbol before, he just didn't remember where.

Albus was inherently curious but something told him that he should let this go … at least for now.

And so he didn't talk about it anymore. Of cause he thought about it from time to time it was after all difficult to forget a mysterious sign that's clearly visible in your face.

That is he didn't talk about it until the annual Weasley-Potter family reunion. These reunions included all family members: uncles, aunts, cousins and grand-parents including Hermione's muggle parents.

In that year it was on an incredibly hot summer day and everyone wore light clothes. The children were merely wearing swimsuits or swimming trunks respectively.

Albus found himself starring at his cousin (not in that way perverts).

Even Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron and Hermione, adored a one-piece swimming suit which was saying a lot about the heat as Rose usually refused wearing anything less than a t-shirt and pants.

But that wasn't the reason why Al stared at his cousin. Only partly visible on her breast, still half covered by the swimsuit was a black coloring that looked a hell lot like the upper part of the symbol below his eye.

Rose must have noticed Al's starring because she slightly moves her head to show him that she wants the two of them to get to the side.

"I'm so…" Al started apologizing for his starring as Rose interrupted him.

"You can see it can't you?" she asked, "The mark?"

"Yes" he answered before thinking a little further," and you can see my mark?"

Rose nodded.

For a moment the two of them stood beside each other in silence before AL spoke up once again.

"I guess you have to have the mark to see it."

"Do you think there is anyone else with the mark?"

Albus could only shrug his shoulders in answer. He didn't have any more of a clue about this than Rose had.

As they were about to continue talking they heard one of their cousins, Fred, shouting for them.

So instead of proceeding to talk they decided to return to their family.

Nevertheless their conversation should follow several others filled with ideas and speculations.

Still it should be several years until they met the third member of their marked trio.