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Voldemort barged into the Baker manor.
"This is your last chance Baker! Tell me where James and Lily Potter are or your precious little girl dies!" He snarled.
Isla Baker looked over at her husband before staring back at her baby in the crib.
"Oscar I can't lose her." She sobbed.
"I know Isla." His attention turned to the tall man, "I know where they are my lord. I can take you there."
"Ah that's the Oscar Baker I know!" Voldemort spat, "But before I leave."
He made his way over to the brunette. His wand forcefully created a dark tattoo on her forearm, moving over to the blonde man, he created the same tattoo.
"And for the girl." His wand rose once more, carving a lightning bolt into the baby's tiny wrist.
Isla screamed, "My baby no my baby!"
The dark lord stood back.
"My work here is done. Oscar! Lead me to them!"
"Oscar no please. Lily. Lily is my friend please Oscar." Isla pleaded.
"It has to be this way my love." Oscar sighed, looking at his wife and baby once more before apparating to find the one Voldemort wanted more than anything.

Harry Potter

"My beautiful Olive! It's time to leave for the Hogwarts express." Isla Baker spoke to her only daughter as the two finished up breakfast.
"Mummy what house were you and father in?" The eleven year old questioned.
"Darling I was in Hufflepuff and your father was a Slytherin."
"Ah Slytherin. They're cunning and ambitious just like father. And you mum. You're loyal and courageous."
"Yes darling. You're absolutely correct." Isla smiled.
Oscar ran over to the train with his daughters trunk and screech owl, Maverick, in either hand.
"Is my beautiful girl ready to go?" Oscar questioned.
"Father! What about Gemma?"
Oscar chuckled hearing his daughter's heavy Dutch accent reappear.
"Right here Liv!" Gemma announced.
The two girls crashed into one another, engulfing eachother in a tight hug. Olive's eyes glistened as she examined her Danish best friend. For as long as she could remember the two were inseparable. Olive knew Gemma like the back of her hand, which oddly enough she didn't realize had freckles that lined up like a star. Only joking! Of course she knew of it, it's the back of her hand. Kind of the point of the simile. Her thoughts were clouded when her tall mother stood in front of her.
"Oh Olive baby. We're going to miss you."
"I'll miss you too mum but I can come back home for Christmas!" Olive cheered, earning a teary giggle from her mother.
The clock overtop of the trio struck eleven, notifying everyone that it was time for the Hogwarts express to begin its journey. Olive ran over to her best friend before jumping onto the bright red train. The two scanned to find somewhere to sit.
"Here. It's the only one not full."
"Liv you know how much I hate new people." Gemma whined.
"Well suck it up or sit on the floor outside."
The girl groaned and followed Olive into the compartment. Two blondes looked up at the girls.
"Hello there. I'm Luna Lovegood." The girl stuck her hand out to greet the two, "This is my cousin."
The boy sat there for a moment before speaking, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"You two are welcome to sit."
Luna's soft voice calmed the two girls. Gemma ran to the seat beside the girl leaving Olive to sit beside the white haired boy.
"Malfoy huh?"
"Yeah. And you are?" He questioned.
"Olive Baker. But my friends call me Ollie."
"Well Baker pleasure meeting you." The boy grinned and stuck out his hand.
Olive shook the young boy's hand then propped herself up comfortably to take a nap before getting to her new school. Sometime when she had fallen asleep her frail body had fallen on top of the white haired boy yet he didn't seem to mind. He carefully moved her head from the uncomfortable position onto his shoulder. Olive shifted slightly before letting out a huge breath and falling into her slumber once more.
"Fond of pure blood Baker are you Draco." His cousin asked after making sure both girls in the compartment were asleep.
"Luna you bloody loony I just met her."
"Okay okay sorry. But i'm not idiot." She chuckled, nuzzling her face back into her book, leaving her cousin to grimace and look back at the blonde girl nuzzled into him.
Draco faced the window to see the bright sun falling below the trees that the train flew by. His hand lightly rested on the blonde's face to make sure she didn't fall from the position she slept in. Thank Merlin he did this. The train halted to a harsh stop and flung the two forward. Olive sprung awake quickly.
"I'm sorry I tried to keep you from falling." Draco stuttered.
"Thank you Draco. Merlin! My robes! I do apologize but I've got to go." Olive stammered, running out to the restrooms, "It was wonderful meeting you two!"
She bolted into the restrooms and changed quickly before running out to the boats.
"Blimey Liv I thought I lost you." Gemma chuckled, watching her best friend fling herself into the boat.
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily Gem."
Four older students stood at the entrance helping the first years out of the boats. Prefects. Olive wished to be one when she was older. A redhead walked over to their boat and helped the girls out. He earned a few thank you's before all first years were summoned to the grand staircase.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! In a few moments you will walk through these doors and join your classmates but before you can take your seats you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." The older woman looked straight at Draco as she spoke the last house name.
His lips upturned into a snarky smirk as he looked back behind his two friends and met the glistening green eyes of Olive Baker. He motioned for her to come over to where he stood in which she complied, taking Gemma's hand and shoving through other first years to reach the top of the staircase.
"Baker. Collins. This is Crabbe and Goyle." He introduced.
"Pleasure." Olive stuck her hand out as Gemma stood back slightly.
The two boys shook the blonde's hand and backed up behind Draco.
"So from observation. You must be an heir to a long line of Slytherins."
"Right you are Baker. The Malfoy's have been in Slytherin since the beginning of Hogwarts. So have the Baker's."
"Well my father was a Slytherin but my mum was a Hufflepuff." She smiled back brightly.
The older woman's voice trailed on behind the two blondes conversing but she was quickly stopped by one of the first years.
"Trevor!" A short brunette boy yelled.
Slight giggles filled the stairwell as he looked up at the woman. He muttered a short sorry before running back into the group.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."
With that last sentence, the woman who's name she learned was Mcgonnogal had spun around in her robes and walked through the large doorway.
"It's true then!" Draco spoke up, receiving heads shooting his way, "What they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
Gasps filled the corridor. Many children looked at the only boy with glasses. Olive's glance panned towards him and memories shot back.