Extraordinary

The crying of a newly born baby could be heard in the halls of the Northern General Hospital in Sheffield. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as the new life came into the world and to the surprise of most doctors and family alike, the child had lavender wisps of hair. This girl was born to muggle parents on the 31st of March, 1980. An extraordinary day for the family of the girl, but a fairly normal day for anyone else.

Little did the girls family know, when they dubbed two friends of the family as her godparents, that little Emeelia would also have an extraordinary life. Her name was written by the Quill of Acceptance into the Book of Admittance the minute she was born. And so here her story starts.

The girl's godparents, Remus Lupin and Lily Potter, often stole away the child to the Potter’s house and the current headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Here she would be amazed by magic, entertained by a shaggy black dog and cared for deeply.

She would often change her hair colour to reflect the person in which she wished to be held by, this would result in hilarious games of pass-the-baby because oh Merlin don’t make her cry (which usually ended in her being held by Lily, Fabian or Charlie). She also had the most impressive ability to make Alastor Moody laugh, which quite nearly impossible. The atmosphere of the house would always be less cheery when she wasn’t around. It seemed as though she shone brightly wherever she went.

The professors of the Order and a few others had a betting pool on which House she would be put in once at Hogwarts and the galleons piled up, by the time she got to Hogwarts there were a good hundred galleons to be won. In her earlier years, most bets were on Hufflepuff but when she reached the age of eleven it was an even split between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. But I should get back to her baby years.

She was almost always at the Potter's house and when she wasn’t, everyone wished she was. Whether she was sitting with her Uncle Moony reading to her by the fire, being taught to ride a broom by James or being given a metric crap ton of sweets by Sirius, she always made everyone happy.

She was only three months old when she performed her first piece of magic. There was an Order meeting in session and Lily turned off the radio. Emeelia, having liked the song playing at the time, waved an arm in its direction and it magically (see what I did there?) turned back on. All heads turned towards the radio, then to the reason it turned on again. She seemed to think she’d done something wrong as her lively lavender hair turned to a flattened blue. Moony took her to the other room and occupied her with a book to allow the meeting to carry on.

From his lap, her forest green eyes looked up into his blue ones. A word seemed to stumble out of her mouth, she didn’t mean to but she said it and his face lit up with such happiness, you’d think there never was a war happening.

“Moon-y”

“LILY! LILY! SHE JUST-” he shouted, not noticing how loud he was being.

The red-haired woman, along with many others, came running to the aid of the pair with wands drawn.

“Mate, wha-” James was interrupted by a small voice.

“Moon-y”

The man beamed at her, grabbing her under the arms and swinging her around. The others, though happy, weren’t and could never be as happy as Remus was.

Her parents were obviously disheartened that ‘Mama’ nor ‘Dada’ was her first words, they were happy she could talk so early.

After the incident, most added bets to Ravenclaw but some stuck with whatever their first guess was like Sirius.

“She will be a Griffindor. No, Lils, I don’t care if she seems smart, I’m with Minnie. If the sorting hat tries to put her anywhere else, I’ll put it in that muggle contraption that washes clothes.” he huffed, folding his arms.

While McGonagall protested the nickname, she agreed with the way to win the bet.

***

Emeelia, or anyone for that matter, didn't get to meet the Potter’s child before they had to go into hiding and this didn’t sit well with her. All the adults noticed she was less happy without James or Lily. Maybe she missed the house, they wouldn’t know. Though she could say simple words she had yet to form a comprehensible sentence.

She was only nine months old when You-Know-Who destroyed her town and thusly, her family. She didn't notice that she never went home after that.

She was staying with Remus the day James and Lily were killed, the day that Sirius 'killed' Peter Pettigrew, the day Remus was left alone. Alone, were it not for Emeelia.

"Uncle Moony, where's Uncle Padfoot?" just like her first word, the sentence tumbled out of her mouth. Her first sentence.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. He's..." he choked. As much as he wanted to tell his only 'family' the truth about someone she looked up to, he couldn't.

She noticed how it made him feel to talk about this and left the subject, possibly already knowing what he was going to say. She was waddling her way to the garden when she heard the fluttering of wings. An owl had landed on the windowsill clutching a letter in its beak. The sender was in a hurry and didn't have time to tie it to its leg.

Struggling to pet it on the head due to her one-year-old stature and thanking it for the letter, she took it from the owl and ran to Remus.

"Read it to me?" she asked inquisitively while pushing the letter towards him.

He shuddered subtly when he read who it was from.

"My dearest Remus,

I am truly sorry that I have to do this. I know that you most likely won't see me so I send you this as a goodbye.

I'm sorry that I have left you all alone there Remus. And that you are alone in raising Emeelia now. I will miss you both but it is a necessity that Pettigrew gets his comeuppance.

I promise you it wasn't I that was working for You-Know-Who. You know, Remus, that I would never do this to James. He is my brother and I could never betray him.

Please believe me." 

He took a moment to collect himself.

"And to my Darling Emeelia,

I am sorry that I am leaving you, just know that I love you and I miss you terribly. You and my friends were the light of my life and I have to say that without you all it will be dull and depressing.

Please, Pumpkin, do not believe anything the Prophet has to say about me, or what Remus does either. He might believe the papers.

Take care of him for me, won't you, Sweetheart?"

Remus was in tears and Emeelia was too. Remus knew that he would read it to her again once she had a better understanding of the meaning but for now, he would comfort her and love her till the day she could understand.