꧁PROLOGUE꧂       

THE BEGINNING

The Moon; night’s eye

Whisper what you see

Your glaring light, not your own

But glowing all the same

Waxing now, dark to light

A Beginning to a Climax

A tension growing forevermore

Deep within the void

You see the terrors

The darkest shades of man

Shared to none but the craters 

That accompany your skin

The stars they dance

But the lyrics evade you

As you drift in an endless cycle

Made only for you

𓆩✧𓆪

When James and Lily Potter learned they were expecting, they were surprised, yet thrilled. 

When they learned they were having twins, James was ecstatic at the chance of mini-Mauraders to continue his legacy , and Lily got ready for an exhausting 17 years of her life. 

Yet, when they were born, their chubby faces and bright eyes staring up at her, she couldn't help but think they would be the best 17 years of her life. 

And for the first five years of Finley and Harrison’s lives, she could say that both of her predictions were spot on. 

The two boys were inseparable, as common with twins. Not to mention their penchant for trouble. Any chance they got to cause mayhem, they took without hesitation. (We don’t talk about the time James secretly “helped” the two bake a “cake”)

These troublemaking tendencies were only exemplified when the two first began to show signs of accidental magic. Finley had managed to levitate the Wormtail plush onto the counter while Lily hadn't been looking. She had nearly dropped the ingredients for dinner when she turned and saw it, thinking it was a real rat. 

James got a good laugh out of it, much to her (humored) ire. After all, she could never be mad at the cheeky giggles that erupted from the twins’ mouths. 

And Harris, well, she never saw him use magic often, but when she did, he was always helping out his older brother. Keeping him safe from his own reckless ideas. (She could name a few off the top of her head: running down the stairs, standing on counters, jumping from the sofa to the coffee table, and many, many more) 

It was five years of pure, lovable chaos and bliss, despite the bloody, gruesome war raging outside the walls of their cozy cabin. 

The boys grew into spunky kids, not losing their cuteness (nor their penchant for trouble). Lily would say that they were growing even more adorable, with Finley’s round face and cheeky smile, and Harrison's glittering green eyes (she gladly takes the credit for that, take that, James!) that were always so expressive , and his Potter hair was, in James’ words, “Extremely fun to mess with.”

The greatest thing, though, was that those two boys, no matter how hard you tried, would always be two peas in a pod. Where you found one (one hand in the cookie jar), you found the other (lifting them on their shoulders). 

The family was the happiest they’ve ever been. 

Nothing could ruin it, they thought. 

But a man, with a master so cruel, rocks back and forth in the dark corners of his home, insanity clawing at the recesses of their mind

The lives of a family lay within his loyal palms. Its there, the place, the words of the charm, swirling at the forefront of his mind. 

He was a coward, he was a traitor, he was pathetic.

But he would be killed. He doesn’t want to die.

So he makes his decision, and his forearm burns with malicious delight.