A loud, shrieking cry woke two parents that night. Lily and James Potter rushed around, scrambling to quiet their little baby boy. After half an hour they finally achieved their goal, once James finally allowed Lily to take over.
"He obviously loves you more! Probably 'cause he has your voice and loves to hear himself talk." James smiled sleepily, rubbing the crust out of his eyes.
"Yes, he get's that from you. Just like his looks." Lily smirked, trying to flatten little Harry's hair. She gave up easily and just watched him sleep. Harry was positively the most beautiful baby Lily had ever seen. Other than Petunia, of course. Thinking of Petunia, Lily stood up to go lie Harry down with his sister.
"I still can't believe you named her Petunia after all that wretched sister of yours did to you." James grumbled, following her down the corridor.
"I know Petunia better than you do, James." Lily chided. "She only was pushing her self-hatred onto me. But we're still sisters. She'll come around eventual-" A figure passed by their window stopping Lily in her tracks. People passed by the window often, but what stopped Lily was the man's eyes. The blood red eyes of Lord Voldemort, the very man who had been hunting them for months.
"He's found us." James whispered. "Grab Petunia, I'll try to keep him at bay. If I don't make it, run." With a final, quick kiss he ran away.
Scared out of her wits, Lily silently made her way into her children's shared room and swept a sleepy Petunia into her arms beside Harry. Sitting down on the floor she hugged them close to her chest and whispered lovingly into their ears.
A flash of green outlined the door as a hard thud was heard just down the hall. Choking back a small sob, Lily knew that her beloved James was gone. Left immobile from grief and fear, all Lily could do was wait for him to appear.
Sure enough, the door was flung open and in swept the Dark Lord himself. His eyes swept the room before landing on Lily, her twins held tightly to her chest.
"Lily," he smiled, which looked as if it pained him to do. "Please give them to me. All I want is the children."
"N-n-nev-er." She managed to say through her trembling lips.
"Lily, I want you to be alive. James certainly will take good care of your children in the afterlife." His eyes lit with menace as he eyed the children. "Now hand them over."
"Over my dead body!" She spat, bowing her head over her children.
"That can be arranged." He said, flicking his wand almost casually. With a flash of green she slumped over, Harry and Petunia sliding onto the floor.
"Severus will be so disappointed." He sighed. As he eyed the defenceless children he seemed to forget his debt to Severus. A real smile spread across his face, a high laugh of victory shook the air as he raised his wand high screaming:
"AVADA KADAVA!"
The light hit Harry on his forehead, rebounding off and absorbing into Petunia's chest. Blinding green light ran through Petunia's veins, illuminating her innards.
The man watched in horrified shock as the two children sat, still alive. Enraged by his curse failing, Voldemort went to grab Petunia. As their skin touched, Petunia's irises turned a sickly green and Voldemort was sent flying back, smacking into the wall behind him and crumpled into dust as he impacted.
-Hours Later-
"Oh my god, Prongs!" A voice shouted. "Buddy come on get up, it was just a stun spell, no damage done to you ya wuss." A small sob-like laugh came from the unseen man's throat. "James, my man. Come on. You've got to wake up for Petunia and Harry's sake. How are they going to be without a dad and-LILY!" The man's voice boomed through the house, waking the two children. But only one had the strength to cry.
"Oh no. No no no no no!" The man looked over at Petunia's small, unmoving body and assumed the worst. He moved his eyes to Harry, unable to look at his presumed dead god-daughter any longer. Pulling Harry into his arms he rocked the small child until Harry fell asleep again. Finally, he looked at Lily.
Kneeling down beside her lifeless body he slid her eyelids shut. Dropping his head he began to sob uncontrollably, cradling Harry close to his heart. After a long heart wrenching cry, his eyes turned cold.
"That lying little rat!" He whispered, jumping at the sound of a twig snapping outside.
"Oh my, this is 'orrible." A gruff voice croaked out. The man seemed to recognise the voice and stood up, stumbling out of the house with Harry in his arms.
-An hour later-
Another man came rushing in, his hair a greasy version of the man's before. Completely ignoring Petunia, the man dropped to his knees beside Lily and pulled her into his lap. Shaking, he let his grief go in the next hour and a half through screaming, crying, and punching the floor repeatedly until his knuckles were a bloody pulp. Only when he heard Petunia's soft wail did he seem to be pulled out of his trance.
"So another did survive." The man rasped, throat raw from screaming. "I must tell Dumbledore immediately." With that he swept out of the room.
-The Next Day-
Another man came to the house's ruins, but he was vastly different from the other two. The robes he wore were a warm yellow and the parts of his face that were not covered in hair were wrinkled and seemed to sag from the weight of a great sadness.
"Poor Lily and James." The man sighed, stepping closer to Lily. Bowing his head his eyes widened as he noticed a peculiar sight.
Little Petunia, eyes wide open, sitting in a hole of rotten away wood with the rags of her clothes limply hanging onto her.
Now, the man standing above her was no fool. Keeping his distance, he knelt down and studied the child.
"Well isn't this curious." He muttered, poking at her clothes with his wand, trying to think of what could've caused this. With a thoughtful look he plucked a flower out of thin air.
"Would you like a petunia?" He asked, a smile splitting his face as he chuckled at his own joke. Giggling, Petunia snatched it out of his hand. As happened earlier, Petunia's cognac eyes turned acidic green and the flower was consumed by dust.
Nodding to himself as if this was a normal thing, the man plucked a toy train from the air and gave it to her. Again, her eyes glowed as the train slowly rotted away in her hands.
He continued to play around with the child until he found a substance that wouldn't rot away at her touch. With a smile he pulled on his dragon hide gloves and picked Petunia up. The man closed his eyes and with a sharp crack they disappeared.
They reappeared in front of a very strange looking house. It seemed to be boxes upon boxes stacked on top of each other haphazardly. The man smiled as he walked up to the door. Before he even raised a knuckle to knock, the door swung open to reveal a smiling woman.
"Albus! It's been to long! Oh who is this cutie you've got here?" She grinned at Petunia before slapping her forehead.
"Now where are my manners? Come on in!" She smiled, turning around to lead them in. Albus chuckled, following her inside to a kitchen alive with noise, children and moving inanimate objects.
"Molly, your house is as exciting as ever." He said, dodging as two young gingers ran through the kitchen.
"Yeah, excitings one word for it." She sighed, leaning on her counter. "Heavens I hope this one is a girl." Molly sighed, patting her swollen stomach.
"Well, that actually brings me to the meaning of my visit." Albus said, holding Petunia up higher. "Would you care to adopt another child?"
