I Am Not Simply.
by ny_zed

Disclaimer: My name is not J. K. Rowling, and I do not own Wizarding World and Associates in any way.

Chapter 1

31 July 1976

The contractions began. She cried in pain, the suffering. She wanted it to end, the pain. A sixteen year old girl should not be experiencing this type of situation. But she was not normal. To her family, she was special. To her sister, she was a freak.

Oh, how she should have listened to Petunia! Just a few days ago, she had talked with Petunia; begging her for some help. But Petunia had coldly turned her away. "Deal with your own shit, you freak!"

But deep down in her mind, she was content. This was the child she had always dreamed of having. The first of what she hoped to be many. Who cared if it was, quote, "too early"?

The pain sharply increased. She gasped. She felt him coming out. The door opened, and James Potter ran into the room, followed by what she assumed to be his parents. Immediately James ran over to comfort her. "I'm sorry that this is happening." He said sadly.

The child had been conceived as a mistake. After the betrayal of Severus, only James was there to comfort her. James, the arrogant twat that she spent the past five years pushing away. They initiated, and out came the child.

Her mother, a licensed nurse, took a look, and said, "He's nearly out!" She could picture it. He was almost there. She could not give up now. With new determination, she pushed as hard as possible. And then, release. Calm, as Mrs. Evans used scissors to cut the umbilical cord. It was done. She could rest—no. Not yet. She had to see her product first. Her child. Their child. James was carrying the child, who was softly crying. On his face was the biggest smile. He was whispering, "My boy. My son." And then, James handed him over. He was beautiful. Some black hair, and—the child had her eyes! Her green eyes! A smile threatened to split her face. "Harry James." She whispered. James turned to look at her. "What?"

"He'll be Harry James. That'll be his name."

They both jumped when they heard some soft sounds. Harry James was giggling at the sight of his surprised parents. James' glasses then zoomed off of his face and fixed itself tightly on Harry's face.

Their child manifested magic at three minutes old.

31 July 1980
Potter Manor, Wales

Harry had sat there, waiting for news of his mum. For months, he had noticed his mum's belly swell. A couple of weeks, he had finally took up the courage to ask his dad; "Why is Mum's tummy so big?"

His dad had snorted, and he said; "You're going to be a big brother!"

Those words had changed his behavior for the next three weeks. He was excited. He was going to be a brother! He spent most of his nights dreaming about ways to play with his little sibling. He eagerly spent time with Grandma Euphemia and Grandpa Fleamont as they prepared Potter Manor for the arrival of the newest addition to the Potter family. Then, earlier today, the little child started kicking, and Mum had went to St. Mungos. Harry knew what happened. The child was coming! And right on cue, the Floo flared as James ecstatically ran through. What he didn't expect though, was 2 children.

He heard the words: "It's a boy and a girl!" and the room's atmosphere exploded as everyone rejoiced. Harry's godfather, Sirius was delirious; he was chugging down many jugs of firewhiskey. Uncle Moony couldn't stop smiling. Frank and Alice Longbottom were beaming. Neville had been born the day before, and Harry had immediately attached himself to Neville. He was now sleeping under the strict watch of Harry, unaware of all the celebration.

An hour later, all the excitement had died down. Sirius was snoring loudly on the nearest couch when the Floo flared and the parents came home with the babies. Harry skipped as he ran to meet his new siblings.

He stopped as he took in the features of his new brother. Black hair like his. Oh. Brown eyes like his Dad. He wanted to greet him. The baby was staring up at him, eyes open. But he didn't know his name! His Dad caught the unasked question and said, "Evan. Your little brother Evan Henry."

Then he turned to the other big bundle. Also black hair like his. Wait. She has the green eyes! He wasn't alone after all!

James chuckled. He had had a similar reaction when the girl opened her eyes for the first time. "Iris Lillian." He told Harry. "Your little sister Iris."

Harry's heart could burst from joy.

31 July 1980
Hog's Head, Hogsmeade, Scotland

Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore walked into the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade. The barman, his brother Aberforth, greeted him with a short but loud grunt, and gestured to a room upstairs. In that room, was a woman named Sybill Trelawney.

Miss Trelawney was applying for the position of Divination Professor at Hogwarts School. She was the great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer, Cassandra Trelawney. While Headmaster Dumbledore would do everything to just do away with the subject, he decided to at least polite and hear her out.

"Miss Trelawney. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Miss Trelawney looked up. "Headmaster Dumbledore." What proceeded the title was a near three minutes of silence while the Headmaster waited patiently for the Miss to say something. That's when the famous patience of the Headmaster ran out, and he snapped quite madly, "Well?"

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Miss Trelawney coughed loudly, and then doubled over. When she spoke again, it was in a harsh voice.

"The one to defeat the Dark Lord approaches...born as the seventh month dies...born to those who have thrice defied him..."

BANG! Headmaster Dumbledore heard a person quite literally thrown out the bar, his brother shouting, "GO EAVESDROP ON YOUR OWN MOTHER GOAT."

"They will live in the background...ignored while they gain the power that the Dark Lord knows not...they will use this power to bring upon change...for Mother Magic welcomes them in her arms..."

The monologue ended. Headmaster Dumbledore stood there in shock. This seemingly ordinary woman had just recited a prophecy. Mind you, he didn't exactly ask, but she did it anyway.

He stopped. He suddenly realized that he had the key to end this war! He would use this prophecy to make the end in sight. He knew it. He was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Defeater of Gellert Grindelwald, Welder of the Elder Wand. He would be the one to see this through.

Meanwhile, a young Severus Snape ran out of the Hog's Head. He had just been kicked out by the barman, but it didn't matter. What he had just heard was of utmost importance. He had to report to his Lord immediately.

31 October 1981
Godric's Hollow, Somerset, England

It was nighttime. Pitch black outside, actually. But the town streets were decorated with lights. It was Halloween, after all.

Five-year-old Harry Potter watched through the upstairs window of the little cottage they now lived in.

Once Headmaster Dumbledore had heard of the Prophecy, he quickly figured out that the Prophecy could only apply to three children. Neville Longbottom, and Evan and Iris Potter. Both families were promptly hidden under the Fidelius Charm.

His Uncle Wormtail had visited earlier. He'd brought candy. Chocolate Frogs. Lots of them. Those were always Harry's favorites. Then, just before dusk, Uncle Wormtail had left. Harry had begged him to not leave, but Wormtail had given him a sad smile, and left without a word.

He heard dishes washing themselves, being supervised by Grandma Euphemia. Apparently, Mum was due today for more children. This time, they had made sure he was kept in the loop about twins or not twins. He'd been excited. He was going to have more siblings! Dad, Sirius, and Moony were with Mum at St. Mungo's, and Grandpa Fleamont was out on "grown-up business".

"Hawwy?" He heard. He turned away from his daydreams and met the brown eyes of Evan. Harry smiled. "Is Mummy home yet?" The smile went down a bit. "Not yet, Evan." He responded. He turned to the other crib. Iris, the little cute bundle, was still fast asleep. Snoring apparently. Who knew a baby could snore?

Evan was a good child. He wanted to argue. He wanted his mummy, to hug him, feed him, but he had to listen to his big brother Harry. A small grin appeared as Evan fell asleep.

Harry sighed. It was getting past his bedtime. Perhaps he should turn in too. He pulled out a pajama shirt when he heard a CRASH!

He heard various thumps, glass smashing. He heard a manical voice scream, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and then heard a scream and then a thump.

He froze. That particular curse was the Killing Curse. If what happened actually happened, that meant...Grandma Euphemia was dead?

It couldn't be! He wanted to cry. Cry loudly. But his mind told him otherwise. This killer was creeping up the stairs right now! He heard creaks.

He couldn't cry. He had to be a big brother. It was his duty to protect Evan! The door swung open, revealing an average-height man, with extremely pale skin. He had no nose, snake-like silts instead. The big, bad man saw Iris, and then eyed Evan hungrily. He took one step toward him. He raised his yew wand, mouth about to chant the spell, when—

"NO!" Harry jumped onto the big, bad man. The man was taken by surprise, but he recovered quickly. He laughed. "Who might you be?" He asked.

"Harry Potter."

"And what are you doing?"

"Stopping you from taking my little brother and sister!"

The man laughed again. He was nearing insanity.

"Step aside, boy. I'll spare you."

Harry stared at the man in the eyes, squinted, and said, "No."

The man's laughing expression disappeared, replaced with disbelief. Soon the expression turned to fury.

"Step aside, little boy."

"NO!"

"I said, STEP ASIDE!"

"NO!"

That was the final straw for the man. Although he could kill the boy, he decided that Evan Potter was a more important target than Harry Potter and the other girl in the room. He reached for the boy, and pushed him to the side. He heard a oof! as the boy collided with the wall.

Harry couldn't just sit there and watch. But he was already very exhausted. The man readied himself. This was it. He failed in his duty! How was he going to explain this to his mum?

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" and the world went dark for Harry, and the man in the room.