My One and Only

Prologue

Godric's Hollow, 1981

"Darling! Come look at this!"

James Potter poked his head around the corner to peer into the living room where his wife, Lily, sat with their children, Maia and Harry. Harry was in Lily's lap, while Maia sat on the floor in front of them, her normally black hair a vibrant pink color.

Harry laughed gleefully as his sister blinked, and her hair changed to an electric blue, and Lily couldn't help but laugh as well, hugging her son tightly to her. James swooped his daughter off of the ground and sat her on his hip, nuzzling his face into hers much to her delight.

"Would you look at that. Our little girl is a metamorphmagus."

Maia squealed as her dad blew a raspberry on her cheek, pushing away from him with her pudgy fists. Lily laughed, opening her mouth to respond, but immediately snapped it shut as a loud bang erupted from the front hall. James' smile dropped and he shoved his daughter to his wife, who was on her feet in an instant.

"Take the children and go." He started to move towards the noise, but Lily grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her. No words were spoken, but both knew that this would be the last time they'd see each other alive. With a quick kiss to each member of his family's heads, he hurried off, leaving Lily to scurry upstairs into the nursery. She heard her husband shouting and a low, raspy, voice responding as she set her children into their crib, and kneeled in front of them, concealing them from the door.

Maia's hair was back to her natural color, but her eyes were a striking gray color, as opposed to her normal green. She was nuzzled into Harry's side, and both children stared curiously up at their mother, who's eyes were glossy. Downstairs, they heard James scream, and Lily flinched as a loud thud resonated through the house, followed by menacing footsteps, nearing the room.

She forced herself to stay calm and stroked her children's faces gently, a weak smile on her lips. "Harry, Maia, momma loves you. Dada loves you. You will do great things one day. Know that we are always with you." She started to lean down to kiss their forehead, but froze as a loud bang erupted behind her. The door burst open and she sprang to her feet, her arms thrown out protectively in front of her children.

A tall figure in a dark cloak strode into the room, his face completely obscured. All Lily could see were his dark eyes, that held no remorse in them. They were blank, and dull, and she shivered in fear, taking a small step back to cover her children even more.

"Stand aside, girl." The man said, in the same low raspy voice she heard before, and although her legs were shaking, she refused to move. She did not fear death, rather, she feared a world without her children.

"Please, don't harm my children." She said, surprised her voice didn't sound as weak as she felt.

"If you will not move, I will have no choice but to kill you too."

Lily's breath caught in her throat and she swallowed deeply, her eyes hard. "Please." She whispered, her fingertips brushing the edge of the twins' crib.

"Avada kedavra."

A scream slipped past her lips as a flash of green shot out from the tip of the man's wand and hit her square in the chest. Her body crumped to the floor, still, and at the sound of their mother's cry, the twins began to wail.

The man leered over the crib, his eyes moving from one twin to the other. The prophecy only spoke of one child, a boy, but people would begin to view him as weak if he left the girl alive. With a cruel smile, he pushed his hood back and turned to the girl, his wand aimed at her throat. Her lower lip poked out into a pout and her eyes glossed over as she gazed up at the man. To his surprise, her black hair turned gray, matching her eyes, and she blinked up at him, tears and snot mixing on her face. For the first time in his life, Lord Voldemort faltered. Something in the pit of his stomach stirred, and as he continued to stare at the little girl, his arm began to lower. There was something about her than intrigued him. Something that held him back, where he normally would have just killed her instantly. It was in that moment, that he decided to spare her, and take her along with him. He saw greatness in her, much like the greatness in himself, and he knew he couldn't waste that. So, with one last glance at the crying child, he turned to her brother and raised his wand once more, muttering the killing curse.

A flash of green struck the boy in the head, but instead of silencing his cries, it bounced back and hit the man in the chest, sending him flying. The boy's cries grew as blood poured from a lightning shaped wound on his forehead, but other than that, he was fine. The man, however, had been reduced to nothing more than a shell of a creature, and with his last remaining strength, he disapparated, leaving the children alone to become the Boy Who Lived and the Girl Who Was Spared.

{Hair Color Meanings;

White – Fear

Gray – Worried, Restless, Anxious

Brown – Guilty, Exhausted

Natural (black hair and green eyes) – Neutral, Calm

Yellow – Energetic, Happy

Orange – Annoyed, agitated

Green – Jealous

Blue – Sad

Violet – Passionate, turned on

Dark Purple – In Love

Pink – Embarrassed, Flustered

Red – Angry}