Lily smiled proudly down at the little bundle in her arms. In the early hours of November 1, 1983, their third child came into the world. They had never planned to have so many children at such a young age, but they couldn't imagine life without their little ones, even if it meant going into hiding under the Fidelius Charm to protect their eldest son.

Originally, the little bundle in her arms was supposed to be a home birth, but the baby had other plans as it didn't turn in time. A healer was needed to turn the baby. So they left Harry and Rose in the care of the grandparents.

"Minerva, what are you doing here?" Lily wondered, holding the 3-year-old Harry by her hand. A fresh scar in the shape of a lightning bolt adorned his forehead, and his red eyes revealed that he had been crying. "Mommy, Daddy!" the little boy ran into his father's waiting arms.

"What happened to Harry? Is he hurt?" James asked with concern as he examined the strange scar before lifting his son into his arms.

"Where's Rose? Is she still with my parents?" Lily wondered.

Minerva looked sadly at the little family. It was supposed to be a day of joy. After all, a little wizard was born tonight. "James, Lily - I bring sad news," she took a deep breath, "Last night, the one whose name cannot be mentioned was defeated."

"But that's great news!" James exclaimed.

"A very high price was paid for this victory. Not least because Harry defeated him."

"Ha! He was taken down by a three-year-old?" James laughed, "That's my boy! Super Harry! Give Daddy a high-five!"

"James, I regret to say these are really not news to celebrate. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were killed," she said heavily.

Lily couldn't make sense of the world anymore. They had been away from home for just half a day, and on that day, of all days, Voldemort chose to try to murder her family, her little son. He killed helpless Muggles who had no chance against him.

"Where is Rose?" Lily asked again. She had an uneasy feeling. Why did Minerva bring only Harry? Where was her one-year-old daughter?

"Rose Lilian has disappeared without a trace," she explained, "I'm truly sorry... the Aurors and Dumbledore are searching for her. However, they fear that Rose didn't survive the explosion in the nursery."

"Explosion," Lily repeated in shock, "Nursery."

"But Harry is alive!" James said optimistically, "She must be hiding under the changing table or under that huge Bambi plush toy."

Minerva sadly shook her head. "It's unlikely that Rose is still in the house. Hagrid was ordered by Dumbledore to pick up both children. He was even tasked with taking the siblings to the Dursleys since Dumbledore believed you were dead..." Minerva received the message from the Potters a few hours ago that they would be waiting for their third child at St. Mungo's.

"Hagrid is a half-giant! It's easy to overlook a tiny baby," James said, still optimistic.

"Rose is missing, James," Minerva repeated sadly.

James slumped onto a chair, leaving Harry on the floor, and ran his hand desperately through his face and hair. Voldemort was defeated. His in-laws were dead, his son had a scar on his forehead, and his one-year-old daughter was missing.

"Where is Sirius?"

"The Aurors are looking for him - after all, he was the one who betrayed you," Minerva said, swallowing heavily. During their time at Hogwarts, she could have sworn that James and Sirius loved each other like brothers.

"No! It wasn't Sirius, it was Peter! Peter is... was our Secret-Keeper! We thought he was the perfect plan. No one would suspect Peter. It was that rat who betrayed us!" James angrily stood up from his seat, frightening his 3-year-old son, who immediately ran behind the old witch. Lily only half-understood all of this. She still held the little bundle on her chest. Just a few minutes ago, she was looking forward to the arrival of her third child, but now she felt an inner emptiness.

"I'll pass on the information immediately," Minerva said, "I know the timing is unfortunate, but congratulations on the birth of your child. I believe this little being has saved your lives. You wouldn't have stood a chance against him, be it Muggle or wizard. What will his or her name be?"

Only now did the young parents come back to reality. They had an unnamed newborn for less than an hour. Now, Harry also came out from behind Minerva, trotted to his mother's bed, where James lifted him onto the mattress. This way, Harry could get a better look at his new sibling.

"This is your little brother, Harry," James explained.

"Charlus Evan Potter," Lily confirmed the name of their second son for the first time. Initially, they considered Fleamont, James's father, but the name didn't convince them. James told her about a distant relative named Charlus Potter. Since Charlus never had children, his wealth passed on to James, allowing the young parents to take care of the children and the resistance instead of working. The name Evan was in memory of their recently deceased parents.

"Hello, Charlie," Harry smiled and gently patted the tiny hand of his brother, "I'm your big brother, Harry. You have a big sister too, my little sister Rosie, but Rosie isn't here yet."