Magic's Child

Prolgue

Godric's Hollow October 31 1981

Lily Potter sat at her vanity mirror pinning her long red curls up carefully in an elaborate hair style. "James," she said calling out to her husband, not bothering to stop her action, "Do you really think we should be leaving the children alone?"

"Lily," her husband, James Potter, replied entering the room, "You need to stop worrying, it's one night." He walked up behind his wife, placing his hands on her shoulders. "and besides they won't be alone, Wormtail's watching them."

"Perhaps I should stay," Lily said standing up, "Peter should get to go the party, too. And someone needs to clean the house, and, and..."

"Lily, you need to calm down. Everything will be fine. The house will be fine. Peter will be fine. The twins will be fine."

Lily expelled a deep breath that had building up in her chest. "I'm sure your right. i just don't like the idea of leaving my boys alone."

"No mother does." There was a knock at the door causing the couple to turn towards it.

"Prongs, Mrs. Prongs, time to go," the man at the door said leaning his head into the room.

"We will be right down Padfoot. Is Peter here yet?"

"Yeah he just got her a few minutes ago. He is in the living room."

"Okay, Lily and I are just going to say goodbye to the twins before we leave."

"Sure thing. I'll be downstairs," and with that, Sirius Black, aka Padfoot, best friend of James Potter, Godfather of Harry Potter, clambered down the stairs of his friends home. Lily just shook her head at the loud noise the man was making.

"I swear," she began as they walked out of the room and headed to the one down the hall, "Even the twins are more mature than him sometimes, and they are barely even one years old!"

James laughed at his friends antics and his wife's comment, "True, very true." James Potter opened the door at the end of the hall.

It was a relatively small room. The walls were a light creme colored, with a deep tan color for the floor. The decorations were distinctly Griffindor, with red and gold baby blankets, and a large toy lion in the corner. On the far wall of the room was two cribs.

In crib one was the elder twin. Chase Edward Potter was brown eyed boy, with fiery red hair to match his fiery temper. He was a loud child. Everyone knew that baby Chase wanted, and they knew it when he wanted it. He was currently standing up in his crib, crying, not quite enamored with that silly little thing called sleep his parents wanted him to do.

Harry James Potter, the younger twin, was in the crib next to Chase's. Harry was Chases opposite in every way. In looks, while many said the older Chase favored Lily, Harry was all James, save for his very green, very distinct eyes. While Chase would cry, Harry would sit silent, often causing his parents to forget he was even there when they became wrapped up in baby Chase's problem's. The mistake, of course, was rectified immediately at every occurrence, when the finally remembered they had two children. Harry, like his brother, was still awake, but he sat silently, as always, in his crib just staring as his parents entered the room.

It was strange to be stared at by a baby, at least in the two parent Potters minds. Especially by their youngest child. his stare wasn't a curiosity stare, like he was just looking. No. Harry Potter's vibrant green eyes seemed to look to the very depths of their soul, down to the core of their magic. But that of course was impossible. NO one could look into magical cores, save perhaps Dumbledore. Still, being stared at with such intensity by a one year old was... disconcerting to say the least.