Prophecy is a fickle thing. The future, the past, and the present, all ever-changing yet… at the same time all moving to the same fixed destination. All working to become the final destination to the world's desires, yet in the rarest of cases prophecy is overshadowed by its own byproduct.

The ones with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approach... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark thy as his equal will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...

The Potters and the Longbottoms, are some of the most active and influential people in the fight against the dark lord Voldemort. Destined to clash with the vile and dangerous forces of Voldemort. Yet at the time unknowingly, they had been linked even further to the Dark lord by the birth of three children. On July 31st, 1980, three children were born, more specifically two were born then and soon after on August 1st a final potter was brought into the world. And while in a normal family, this would be a joyous day, one to celebrate as the children breathe their first breaths, but no, not this family. Two of the new children were now put in direct sight of one of the worst dark wizards that the British Isles had seen in many many decades.

Soon the families were rushed into hiding, hoping to outlast the dark lord in his quest to extinguish the lives of the children. To do this the new parents take the suggestion of one Albus Dumbledore and choose to use the Fidelius charm. The Longbottoms decide to entrust their location to Frank's mother, Augusta Longbottom. While the Potters would make the mistake of choosing Peter Pettigrew. But that mistake would not come to light for many months. The families would settle into their neighboring abodes in Goodrich's Hollow for the first year and a half, leading them to the fateful night of October 31st, 1981.

Boom…Boom…Boom…

To many these repetitive noises would be an odd yet unconcerning event, that causes no worry or stress at all. But to a portion of the population, it was an incredibly worrying thing, it could be the last thing that they ever hear, a clear definitive warning of their lives coming to an end. The destruction of wards and spells set to protect the properties of the magical residents. The Potters and Longbottoms had never believed that they would be subject to the sound, both had always believed that they would be far removed from the attacks due to their continued faith and support of Albus, which was in kind given back to them in countless instances. That was till that damned prophecy had come to sweep away all that they had and force them into hiding from the pathetic man that was Voldemort. Even then they still held on to the fact that they would be safe in their homes.

"James… He's here! James!" Lily Potter screamed at her husband as the lights in the house began to flicker and sputter on and off. Upon snapping out of it both Frank and James began to furiously cast every enchantment they could think of at the front of the house. As the husbands did this both Alice and Lily grabbed the children in their arms and rushed away to the nursery. But unconsciously Lily made a mistake, in her focus on the children who could be the vanquishers of Voldemort she left one behind.

Harry James Potter was that child, the last born of the three siblings. He was the most peculiar of the already special children. He was born with the odd pair of eyes anyone at had ever seen, one a pale white that reflected the light that sided in his young innocent soul. And while that wasn't a normal color it was his other that startled all who looked into his eyes. His left eye was a dark, seemingly endless pool of red, not the red that was synonymous with the house of the brave or the terrible team that was the Chudley cannons, but a red that could only be compared to the blood of a fresh corpse. Dark, deep, and frightening was how many of the nurses had called the eye when they walked away from the family. But despite this strangeness surrounding his eyes, he still didn't pique the interest of his parents, godparents, and family friends as his siblings did. For as interesting and peculiar as his eyes were, they paled in comparison to the new Children of Destiny, as them being the potential saviors of magical Britain made people, his parents included, subconsciously overlook him and pay more attention to his older siblings and Neville.

So now in the most critical of moments, his mother's subconscious made a costly and long-lasting mistake. She in her haste didn't take young Harry with her and Alice up the stairs. But simply sent him into the adjacent room and hoped for the best.

As the mothers finally secured themselves in the nursery and began to activate the built-in wards. Praying to whoever would hear them to protect their spouses from the evil whom they now faced in direct combat.

"Put down your wands" commanded Voldemort in a dark hushed tone, "I may spare your pathetic lives," As soon as he had said 'spare' he was forced to deflect two separate spell chains sent out at the man. So without breaking step into the home Voldemort sent back at them a spell chain led by a multitude of cutting and blasting courses. The two stood no chance, Frank went down first as he was hit in the side with a blasting curse sending him into the wall and causing him to lose consciousness. Then before James could even realize that he was now alone in the battle, his left arm was cut very deeply at the elbow causing him to scream out in pain before he was banished into the wall alongside Frank.

What happened in that room would forever be lost to the public. All that would be known is the definite fact, that one of the three children survived it, the killing curse. But while one of them had done the genuine impossible, there remained one problem, which one?

Could it be Simon Potter, the seeming copy of James? Or maybe Eveline Potter, a quiet baby with dark red hair? Or perhaps the single child of the house of Longbottom? Thus when Albus Dumbledore arrived late into the night to find a seemingly dead house, he was very surprised to see that not only had the parents all survived but every child was in one piece and seemingly as healthy as before the attack on the house. What startled him even more was that after he had revived the consciousness of Lily and Alice, when he went to heal James he found that young Harry had been left downstairs and had witnessed the battle or more accurately, slaughtering, that had befallen the men when they attempted to stop the dark lord. But now that very boy who had been left behind had crawled to his father and was trying to wake him up.

"Shhh, Shhh, quiet young Harry," Dumbledore whispered as he scooped up the child and roused his father with a wave of his wand.

"Lily! NO!" James screamed with a start while trying and failing to jump to his feet,

"James, James!" Dumbledore called, gaining his attention, "She and Alice are upstairs and OKAY." When he had said this James' chest heaved a deep and relieved breath.

"And the children? What about my kids?" James said once he had realized Albus hadn't mentioned Simon or Eveline.

"They seem to be well, but th—" Before he could finish his sentence and James had heard him say 'but' he had unsteadily gotten to his feet and hobbled as fast as he could to find his wife and children.

"Well young Harry," Dumbledore said while peering down into the now drooping eyes of the boy. In that moment, when he for the first time truly stared into his eyes, his breath caught in his throat, and an unsettling image flew to the forefront of his mind.

"It seems like I am needed elsewhere." With that, he hastily conjured a crib into existence and placed the boy inside before rushing to the fretting people upstairs. Leaving one Harry Potter alone for the second time on the day that would set his life in a different direction.