Carina Gray is a sharp-witted, fiercely loyal Slytherin with a knack for mischief and a heart of gold she tries hard to keep hidden. Known for her bold sense of humor and unwavering courage, she isn't afraid to stand up for her friends, even if it m...
The storm outside howled against the windows of Godric's Hollow as Lily Potter carefully placed a sleeping Carina in the small cot beside Harry's. The Potters were having Sirius Black's daughter for the night, a last-minute decision due to a rare Order mission that Sirius had been sent on. James had insisted she stay with them—after all, there was no place safer than under the Fidelius Charm.
Carina was like family to them, and they adored her. Lily ran her fingers through the baby's dark hair, noticing the uncanny resemblance to Sirius. She smiled gently, though there was an unease she couldn't shake, a nagging feeling that things were going too well. As if the world itself was holding its breath.
Downstairs, James stirred by the fireplace, the crackle of the flames doing little to warm the pit of dread that had settled in his stomach. He could feel something coming, something terrible.
A blast shattered the peaceful night. The door to the house was flung open with terrifying force. James jumped to his feet, heart pounding, wand in hand.
"He's here!" James screamed, racing up the stairs. "Lily, take the kids! He's here!"
Lily froze, terror flashing in her eyes as the front door splintered downstairs. The silhouette of Lord Voldemort loomed, his cold voice whispering dark incantations.
James never made it up the stairs. A jet of green light hit him square in the chest before he could even raise his wand. His body crumpled, motionless, at the foot of the staircase. Voldemort stepped over him without a second glance, eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction.
Upstairs, panic surged through Lily as she glanced between Harry and Carina. She had to protect them both, but she couldn't carry two children and flee in time. Her heart raced as she placed Carina into Harry's cot, wrapping her arms around both of them. Desperation flooded her. She only had moments.
She knew she couldn't stop Voldemort. But maybe, just maybe, she could buy them time. She stepped in front of the cot, shielding the children with her body, trembling but determined.
"Not Harry, not Carina!" she cried, pleading with the Dark Lord. "Please, not the children. Take me instead."
Voldemort sneered, raising his wand. He had no time for such sentiments.
"Step aside, you foolish girl," he hissed, his voice dripping with contempt.
Lily didn't move. The curse came before she could say another word—Avada Kedavra.
Green light exploded in the room, but something incredible happened.
As the spell hit Lily, her body jerked violently, collapsing to the floor unconscious—but not dead. A soft glow rippled through the air around the children, faint but undeniable. Carina, though just a baby, was radiating a strange, instinctive magic. Her magic—powerful and ancient—was reacting to the danger.
Voldemort's eyes narrowed, sensing something unusual. He turned to the children. "Ah, the Black girl," he mused, raising his wand again. He would finish the job and destroy the Potters' precious wards along with her.
Another curse, another flash of green. But as the killing curse flew towards her, it collided with the protective magic Carina had unknowingly conjured. The spell wavered, twisted, and rebounded with a shockwave. The force of it knocked both children back, sending Carina tumbling out of sight.
The room erupted in light. Voldemort stumbled, caught off guard.
In a final attempt to finish what he started, he aimed at Harry. The curse struck, but instead of killing the child, it left a deep, lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
And then—Voldemort vanished. The Dark Lord's body crumbled, leaving only the echo of his terror behind.
In the aftermath, the house was still, except for the soft sound of baby Harry's cries.
Sirius Black arrived moments later, his heart racing as he barged through the front door. The house was destroyed, the air thick with the residue of dark magic. His eyes immediately found Jame's body lying motionless on the floor, and his breath caught in his throat.
"James?" His voice cracked. "Lily?"
He sprinted up the stairs, his heart a mixture of desperation and disbelief, only to find Lily's body beside the crib. The sight was too much to bear.
Sirius collapsed to his knees, choking on emotion. His best friends—gone. The devastation was suffocating, but amidst the wreckage, something stirred.
Harry was alive, crying in his cot.
But Carina—his daughter—was nowhere to be found.
He frantically searched the room, calling her name. There was no sign of her. His mind reeled. Had she been taken? Killed? His heart shattered at the thought. He couldn't fathom it. His little girl, lost in the chaos, perhaps forever.
Overcome with a raw mixture of anguish and fury, he cradled Harry, rocking him gently in an attempt to calm him. But the shock of losing Carina and seeing James and Lily like this pushed Sirius to the edge.
"I'll make him pay," Sirius muttered, his voice shaking with rage. His mind turned to Peter Pettigrew—the rat who he knew had betrayed them all. He had been their last-minute Secret Keeper, the one who had handed them over to Voldemort.
Peter would pay for this.
Sirius took Harry with him, his face determined and grief-stricken. He stormed out of the house, his mind set on revenge. But before he could get far, a large figure appeared at the door: Hagrid.
"Sirius," Hagrid's voice was thick with emotion. "Give me the boy."
Sirius was taken aback, looking at Harry. He didn't want to let go. "Take my bike," Sirius said, his voice hollow. "I won't need it."
He reluctantly handed Harry to Hagrid, his chest burning with the loss. First his best friends, now his godson. But there was still something else nagging at his soul—Carina.
He couldn't stay any longer. There was only one thing on his mind—finding Peter.
Meanwhile, James and Lily Potter slowly awoke. Groggy and disoriented, their first instinct was to check the crib. But when they saw it empty, their hearts dropped.
The kids—gone.
"Where's Harry? Where's Carina?" Lily's voice trembled with panic.
James stumbled to his feet, clutching his chest. The overwhelming fear that both children were gone, that Voldemort had taken everything from them, was paralysing. They had no idea that while Harry would soon be found, Carina had disappeared into the night, her magic having taken her far beyond anyone's reach.
Sirius' daughter was gone, slipping from their lives just as they were beginning to grasp how powerful she is.
