Eadan Clarke was The Girl who Saw; she was the girl who witnessed the death of Lily Evans and the backfired curse that was thrown upon Harry Potter. But she saw them through another person's eyes, not her own.
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Halloween, 1981
"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques. Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines. Ding ding dong, ding ding dong."
In the sticky, tense atmosphere of the Clarke household the only thing that could be heard was the gentle singing of Mea Clarke. The young mother held her five month old daughter, Eadan, tightly against her chest as she walked in circles around the infants room. Although the house was nearly silent, the neighborhood outside was lively.
Each sound that travelled through the walls - this included the yelling of parents and the relentless squeals of children - made Mea more and more stressed out, as each sound seemed to give her daughter more and more energy.
Mea kissed the top of Eadan's head and sighed. "You know, Dillon never gave me this much trouble when it came to going to sleep. He would be out in just seconds of me turning the light off. Why can't you be like that?"
Although Eadan was a very energized and active baby, she was always silent. She rarely cried and if she wanted something she would simply flail her hands about to get attention. At this moment, Eadan was only slightly squirmy, and Mea couldn't figure out if Eadan was even remotely tired, or just refusing to go to sleep.
The dark haired woman sat down in the rocking chair that was place by the window; only the natural light emitted from the moon outside allowed the woman to see her darling baby. Eadan rest her head upon her mother's breast and tilted her head towards the street outside. Children continued to run past the open window and Eadan's light eyes trailed after each one of them.
"Ma chère, please go to sleep," Mea pleaded softly for about the eleventh time that night. The sound of her voice brought Eadan to look at her mother, and then she went still.
Eadan's entire body stiffened until a hot, unbearable pain traveled along the sides of her skull, bringing the infant to scream at the top of her lungs. Those that passed the house outside stopped suddenly at the sound of the child's wailing and witnessed the alarmed look on Mea's face as she jumped to her feet. She held the screaming baby girl to her chest and cooed softly, desperately trying to calm her down.
The sound of heavy footsteps against the hard wood flooring of the house was barely a match for Eadan's repetitive shrieks as a tall, wide man barreled into the room. One arm was outstretched with a wand clenched in his fist and in the other, Edward Clarke held three-year old Dillon, whose bright blue eyes were wide and his tiny hands were clapped over his ears while he watched his baby sister cry.
"Eddy, she won't stop!" Mea began struggling to hold Eadan as she began kicking her feet and yanking on her mother's short black hair. "I don't know why she's crying!"
After setting little Dillon on the floor (he continued to watch his parents panic and Eadan pound her tiny fists against thier parents ) Edward took Eadan carefully out of his wife's hands, only to receive as much of a struggle as she did. Both young adults were highly confused, highly terrified as to why their baby girl was throwing such a tantrum. Eadan had never even so much as cried when she had a severe diaper rash.
Almost as suddenly as it began, the screaming stopped and Edward and Mea froze. Eadan went perfectly calm and still against her father's chest and just like before, her tear coated eyes locked on the trick-or-treaters that no longer showed any mind to the house. Dillon removed his hands from his ears and tilted his head, showing that he was just as confused as his parents. For a few moments everyone stood still; the adults exchanged looks of curiosity before turning their attention to their youngest child, who had fallen fast asleep on Edward's shoulder.
The next few moments for the Clarke family were just as peculiar as the last ones. With a shake of his head, Edward laid Eadan down in her crib and then picked Dillon - who asked repeatedly, "Is Eadie alwight?" to his parents - up from the floor and left without a word. Mea stood next to her daughters crib with her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed tightly together. No matter how hard she shuffled through the files and reorganized the shelves of her brain, she couldn't put together what had just occurred. With a small sigh, she shook her head, taking one last peak at Eadan before leaving the room.
The adults stayed up late that night in order to put their heads together as to why Eadan freaked out but other than the fact that she was a baby and babies cry each hypothesis was just as likely as the next.
But what they didn't know was that the reason Eadan began screaming wasn't because she was a baby and babies cry. What they didn't know what that Eadan had witnessed something through other eyes. She had seen an event that ended the war she was too young to know about.
She had seen the death of Lily Potter and watched the lightening bolt scar imbed itself onto Harry Potter's forehead, and she was the man that said the spell that did it.
