The soft murmur of leaves rustling in the autumn wind filled the quiet streets of Godric’s Hollow. Inside the cozy Potter household, all was calm. The twins, Harry and Denia Lily Potter, lay in their respective cribs in the nursery, their small forms bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Denia, unlike her brother, wasn’t asleep. Her tiny hand reached through the bars of her crib, touching the cool air, her wide, bright eyes fixed on the ceiling.
A feeling of dread had settled deep within her infant mind—an unease she couldn’t explain, but that she knew was a warning. Her infant body was too small, too limited to properly grasp the extent of the danger approaching. But in her mind, the memories of an older soul—one that had lived and died in another world—told her that this night was not an ordinary one. This night would change everything.
Outside, the shadows stirred, dark magic swirled in the wind. Denia's small hand clenched around the blanket as her breathing grew erratic, her chest tight with a sense of impending doom. Something was coming—he was coming.
In the adjacent crib, Harry slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the malevolent force closing in on them. Denia turned her head to glance at her brother, her twin. Stay asleep, Harry, she thought. Don’t wake up.
The creaking of a door echoed through the quiet house. Downstairs, muffled voices could be heard—Lily and James, her parents, both alert but not yet alarmed. James’s voice was firm, confident, “It’s probably just the wind, Lils.”
No, Denia’s mind whispered, It’s not the wind.
Her tiny fists balled up in frustration at her inability to do anything. She couldn’t warn them, couldn’t tell them what she knew was coming. Her heart pounded in her small chest as the seconds stretched, the stillness of the house becoming suffocating.
Then, suddenly, the front door exploded.
The nursery was instantly bathed in harsh red light as an earsplitting blast rang through the house. Denia jolted in her crib, her tiny mouth opening in a silent scream. The tremors of dark magic rippled through the air, and she knew—it was him. Voldemort.
A high-pitched, sinister laugh reverberated through the house, chilling Denia to the bone. The Dark Lord had arrived.
Lily’s scream cut through the chaos. “James! He’s here—Voldemort’s here!”
Heavy footsteps rushed up the stairs. Denia could hear the thud of her father’s feet, hear his breathless shouts as he shouted back, “Take the twins! Go! I’ll hold him off!”
Denia’s small hands clutched the edge of her crib, her wide eyes darting between the door and Harry, her heart thumping as panic clawed at her. The memories of her past life screamed at her to do something, but her body—so small, so helpless—could do nothing.
The door to the nursery burst open, and James appeared, his glasses askew, wand already drawn. His eyes, wild with fear, locked onto Lily’s as she rushed to the crib. “Go, Lily! Take Harry and Denia and run!” he shouted, his voice desperate.
Lily’s hands were shaking as she scooped up Harry, her green eyes wide with terror. She hesitated for only a second before grabbing Denia as well, pressing the twins close to her chest. Denia could hear her mother’s heart racing, feel the tremor in her arms as she clutched them.
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Wands And Wings
FanfictionLyra Maeve Stark never expected that death would be the beginning of something new. Reincarnated into the world of Harry Potter as Denia Lily Potter, twin sister to the Boy Who Lived, she is thrust into a life she had only known through the pages of...
