Chapter 1
James was sitting on the floor with his two children on each of his knees, little Hari, who was 18 months old, and week old baby Daisy. He was smiling fondly as he made stars from his wand, causing the two children to giggle hysterically and reach out for them. James wanted to keep the name Hari in the family but Lily also wanted to keep the tradition of using flower names, so they decided to use their usual means of seeing who got their way first, a competition of exploding snap. The father didn’t know his heart could be so filled and warm. He had the love of his life with him, someone who not only loved him but held him accountable and taught him how to be a better man, with her he he had two beautiful children who he would nurture and love forever, and his best friends in the entire world; Sirius, Remus and Peter. Peter was the offical secret keeper, however Sirius and Remus knew their location as well.
It was the night of Samhain and the family had just finished their annual protection ritual. In the corner, against the wall that separated their kitchen and living room was a small coffee table that was covered in a deep black blanket; on the table was white and purple candles, photographs of the Potter and Evans ancestors, a bowl of the family's blood and hair that covered ashes of the ancestors, food offerings, raw crystals, and crystals shaped as skulls. The ritual was a powerful ancient ritual which was renewed every Samhain, it that had protected the Potter's for centuries and was only known to the Potters, the ritual bonded every single Potter (Alice or not) together Hari and Daisy had gained their ancestors magic and protection. It originated from when Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor first started courting, it was a very last resort to protect them, nobody else knew or heard of it, it was a Potter family secret.
It wasn’t until a few years ago James found out the Hogwarts Founding Fathers dated and were his ancestors; Dumbledore had stolen from the Potters, using befuddling and memory spells, and had hidden the painting of the couple in his volt. After his parents had died, James went to the Goblins and asked for a full ancestor list, a list of every single heirloom the Potters had ever had, that’s when he found out about his true background and that the paintings had been stolen. He took the old man to court and won, he gained back the painting, but Dumbledore had a lot of influence and manage to escape charges, even with the Potter house being an Ancient And Most Noble and James being third chair in wizengamot. A 253 years ago James Potter The First helped create the wizengamot with six other Magi folk: Celest Black, Arthur Longbottom, Leo Malfoy, Cedric Diggory (the first) and Reinette Greengrass. James Potter The First also created the Potter Law; the law made harming and/or using non healing spells against or on children illegal, punishable by the Dementers kiss. James made the law after his brother used a sleeping spell on his son, Hadrianus, and the spell caused the toddler to develop narcolepsy. The law was passed in 1715.
"James, I'm gonna feed her," Lily’s sparkling dark green eyes meeting her husbands hazel ones.
Lily kissed James’ hair and James grinned crookedly at her before turning his attention back to his two kids. The father didn’t know his heart could be so filled and warm. He had the love of his life with him, someone who not only loved him but held him accountable and taught him how to be a better man, with her he he had two beautiful children who he would nurture and love forever, and his best friends in the entire world; Sirius, Remus and Peter. Peter was the offical secret keeper, however Sirius and Remus knew their location as well.
It was the night of Samhain and the family had just finished their annual protection ritual. In the corner, against the wall that separated their kitchen and living room was a small coffee table that was covered in a deep black blanket; on the table was white and purple candles, photographs of the Potter and Evans ancestors, a bowl of the family's blood and hair that covered ashes of the ancestors, food offerings, raw crystals, and crystals shaped as skulls. The ritual was a powerful ancient ritual which was renewed every Samhain, it that had protected the Potter's for centuries and was only known to the Potters, the ritual bonded every single Potter (Alice or not) together Hari and Daisy had gained their ancestors magic and protection. It originated from when Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor first started courting, it was a very last resort to protect them, nobody else knew or heard of it, it was a Potter family secret.
It wasn’t until a few years ago James found out the Hogwarts Founding Fathers dated and were his ancestors; Dumbledore had stolen from the Potters, using befuddling and memory spells, and had hidden the painting of the couple in his volt. After his parents had died, James went to the Goblins and asked for a full ancestor list, a list of every single heirloom the Potters had ever had, that’s when he found out about his true background and that the paintings had been stolen. He took the old man to court and won, he gained back the painting, but Dumbledore had a lot of influence and manage to escape charges, even with the Potter house being an Ancient And Most Noble and James being third chair in wizengamot. A 253 years ago James Potter The First helped create the wizengamot with six other Magi folk: Celest Black, Arthur Longbottom, Leo Malfoy, Cedric Diggory (the first) and Reinette Greengrass. James Potter The First also created the Potter Law; the law made harming and/or using non healing spells against or on children illegal, punishable by the Dementers kiss. James made the law after his brother used a sleeping spell on his son, Hadrianus, and the spell caused the toddler to develop narcolepsy. The law was passed in 1715.
"James, I'm gonna feed her," Lily’s sparkling dark green eyes meeting her husbands hazel ones.
Lily kissed James’ hair and James grinned crookedly at her before turning his attention back to his two kids. Hari was a sweet boy, the three year old was energetic and currently was trying to chace after the bubbles, the boy full of giggles. The toddler had Lily's green eyes, his black curls springing up in every direction, his skin was a shade lighter than his Dad’s caramel and his little pout always got James to do whatever the little boy wanted, Lily loved teasing him for being a sucker, and he was 100% a sucker for Lily and his babies. Daisy was only a couple weeks old, she still crunched up when Lily picked her up, and she was born with a full head of unruly copper curls, her skin was the same shade of light caramel, and her eyes were a dark hazel just like her Daddy’s. They had him wrapped around their tiny precious fingers, and even if Daisy was too little to know, Hari took full advantage, even calling out to him whenever Lily caught him causing mischief.
Lily took the baby into her arms and began to feed her, stroking the baby’s impressive head of hair, everything was peaceful, Lily singing to Daisy while James was impressing Hari by creating bubbles shaped like animals, watching adoringly as the boy shouted the names of the animals. A loud bang startled the family into chaos, the bang caused both children to begin to sob, Hari running to James arms. The bang left James’ ears ringing, both kids were loudly sobbing and the parents were holding onto them tightly, clutching them to their chest’s. The Father moved Hari to his hip so he could use one arm to hold the toddler and the other to use his hand to sign to Lily. James brought his finger to his lip, then pointed to Hari then to Lily, he then pointed up the stairs. Lily nodded and allowed Hari to be passed to her, kissing her son’s forehead, then kissing James, tears spilling over the edge of her eyes as she watched her husband peer around the corner. James grabbed his wand, lifting it readily. The door had been blasted down, in the doorway a cloaked figure. James’ breath hitched, hastily he turned back to Lily. as “ Lily I need you to upstairs and apparate! Just get out!” James voice was thick with fear as he used his body as a shield in front of his wife and children.
“But the risk-“ Her voice was thick and breaking, James cut her off.
“I know darling I know but would you rather then hurt or dead!?” Lily flinched at this. “Just please! I’ll be right after you!” James tried to smile reassuringly but knew he probably wouldn’t be, but if lying kept Lily and his kids safe? He would lie to the entire world.
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As the sounds of footsteps echoed the small cottage menacingly, the candles from the ritual bursting up with impressive height. Lily flinched as they did so but continued her race up the stairs, refusing to look back as she knew it would only break her heart more. As Lily entered the nursery she locked the door behind her with a complicated locking spell she knew wouldn’t save her.
The flames down stairs crackled, twisted, sparked and spit, quickly becoming out of control, within seconds the flame had taken over the walls. Lily could feel the Flames’ heat as popped, crackled, and sizzled downstairs, they caught onto anything they could except for where the nursery was upstairs. thick black smoke filled the room and challenged both lungs and sight.
Lily quickly manoeuvred the kids to under her a blanket she had drenched in water using a quick spell to protect them from the heat and harsh smoke. The mother could hear her children’s wails and her husband downstairs as he was fighting for their family. Crashes, bangs and loud crackles echoed around the cottage. Her husband was, so far, still alive if the noise was anything to go by.
"Daisy, Hari, Mummy loves you, Daddy loves you, never forget that," Lily’s voice was thick with tears and dry and weak from the smokes. Lily openly sobbed as she heard a cold voice begin to yell the killing curse.
The mother tightened her hold of the hysterical kids and silently prayed to their ancestors and Merlin to protect them. Lily readied herself to push past her fears and apparate her children to safety but felt her heart jolt and drop to her stomach, she couldn’t apparate. She tried again and again, getting more desperate every time. Nausea and chills taking over her body as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and towards her family. Her babies were going to die a horrible death, they wouldn’t grow up. The wife and mother couldn’t stop and sobs wracking her body.
Unknown to the family and the Dark Lord; Due to the renewed ritual and the veil being weak due to Samhain, all the family's ancestors were fighting alongside them. There were so many spirits and all of them had their roles; The younger spirits used their magic to manipulated the flames, making them cover the entrance to the nursery protecting the mother and children. Middle aged spirits twirled around the dark lord and surrounded him, using what they could of their magic to slightly cause the Lord to misfire and miss James. The oldest Spirits surrounded James and shielded him with their magic, pushing him out of the way when the spell was close to hitting the man.
"Avada Cadava!"
A large bright bolt of green headed straight for James, the spirit of Godric and Salazar summoned all their magic and threw themselves into the line of the spell, the spell hitting their souls alone would cause the spell to weaken and the fire to become uncontrollable; The spell hit, and caused a massive explosion of fire and magic. The explosion threw James against the wall, his hair fell out of his bun, his head smashed against the wall with enough force that parts of a the bricks broke off and a large indent was left where the man was thrown against, blood spilling into James’ long wild hair. The end of that battle caused the spirits to be almost exhausted of their magic, however just because they saved James, didn’t mean their jobs where done.
The Dark Lord had flown, not apparated but flown, into the nursery, using a spell to protect himself from the fire. Arrogant from thinking he had killed the man, the dark lord didn’t notice the flames which followed up to where the remaining family was, nor did he notice the black smoke filled the room, avoiding Lily and the kids. Voldemort crackled cruelly as he watched Lily placed her two babies in a cot. The mother kissed her children’s forehead and turned to the man. The red head was gasping for breathe, a mix of her sobbing and the smoke, but desperately tried to stand tall despite the urge to curl into a ball. She glared at the monster, a furious expression mixed with tears.
"Stand aside, no harm has to come to you if you let me kill the boy," The cold voice hissed.
Lily was shaking uncontrollably, she moved in front of the crib, not wanting the evil man to even see her children from the Dark Lord's view, even if she knew it would do no good.
“Never,” Lily spat, still trying not to show any weakness, however as the man went to move past her with his wand ready she felt her defiant attitude crumble and began to beg. "kill me! no, the kids! please!" she hadn't planned on begging the heartless monster, she never expected she would be begging the man, but, the thought of her babies dying left her in shambles.
Nausea was overtaking her body and her stomach was in knots. She could feel and hear her heart thumping a what get like million beats per second, her heart had jumped in her throat feeling like a large a large lump I making it difficult for her to swallow and a sharp pain erupted in her chest.
The weaker spirits covered the crib, knowing they’d have backup if worst came to worst. Half of the other spirits used the rest of their magic to move Voldemorts wand slightly, just enough so he wouldn’t notice but make it so the spell would miss the young mother, the other Half surrounded the woman with their souls and magic, if the killing curse directly hit them, they would be wiped from existence, but they were willing to sacrifice themselves for their family.
"Foolish girl...Avada Kedavra!"
The spell flashed past the mother, going through and destroying the soul of Euphemia. The heat and the radiating magic caused Lily’s magic to erupt and surround the woman, the mixed magic caused an overload and rendered Lily unconscious.
As the dark lord stepped over the slumped body of Lily Potter he raised his wand and uttered the curse at Hari. The spirits of Fleamount Potter erupted in a dangerous burst of magic at the grief of loosing his wife, the Spirit’s magic literally tore the Dark Lord’s soul apart, the magic was fierce and thick and spat sparks of fire, the magic torn soul twirled around the Dark Lord like a tornado, the harsh violent fire of the broken soul and angry magic began to tear the dark lord apart and rip Voldemort’s Horcruxed soul out of his body and destroy it into ashes.
The other spirits covered the children, protecting them from the violent magic and tried to prevent smoke from entering their lungs and body. The nursery was still burning, however as the flames dimmed and revealed the crumbling and burnt nursery. The dark lord's body fell to the floor in a lifeless heap, both Fleamounts and Voldemort’s souls destroyed from existence, the strength and harshness of the magic had summoned the horcruxes and destroyed all of them. Once the ancestors knew the children were safe, all apart from Godric, Salazar and the remaining spirits returned to the afterlife. Hari and Daisy were left unconscious from the harsh magical fight, Salazar noticed that a spark must’ve fallen through the protection shield and landed on the boy, he had gotten a lighting bolt scar that took up most of his right forehead and travelled down to his eyebrow.