Arielle Potter : Book One

Arielle Potter
and the
Philosopher's Stone

By: Serena R Snape

Prologue

"James Heron Potter, I am so going to kill you!" shrieked the disgruntled woman on the bed.

The young man, to whom she was referring to, gulped nervously. He knew better then to contradict his wife. Instead of replying he just kissed her sweaty forehead and put his forehead against hers. The woman relaxed slightly as the contraction stopped. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes. Her husband gently wiped the sweat off her forehead and said, "Come on, Lils. I know you can do it..."

Lils or Lily Rose Potter, nee Evans, opened her eyes and smiled slightly at the nervous look that James Potter had on his face. "Yeah, I know..." she whispered. James smiled at her and gave her a soft kiss before another contraction came. The Healer that was assigned to the young couple rushed in the room and quickly checked the young woman.

"You can start pushing now, Mrs Potter," he said while cleaning his hands with a spell. Lily nodded and looked at James. He kissed her again and took her hand. Lily turned her attention on the Healer and after receiving a nod, started pushing. After a few minutes, some "I'll kill you", "I'm never having another baby again" and "I'm going to castrate you" threats from Lily and some pushes later a loud yell filled the room. Lily leaned herself back on her pillows and breathed deeply while James wiped her forehead gently.

The Healer checked the baby and wrapped it in a pink blanket. He turned towards the newly turned parents and gave them a smile. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Potter. You have given birth to a healthy little girl."

He put the little bundle in the mother's awaiting arms and left the room. Lily looked at the girl in her arms and then up to James. Smiling softly she said, "Look what we brought in this world." James smiled through his tears and nodded. He couldn't find words to express what he felt at the moment. He fumbled a little with the blanket until he reached the little fingers. He smiled as they closed in around his index finger. The girl yawned at that specific moment and opened her eyes for the first time. James gasped in surprise and found himself totally and utterly lost within those emerald green orbs that were looking at him curiously.

"They're just like your eyes, Lily," the young father whispered. Lily grinned and replied, "Well, that's about the only thing she got from me. Look at her hair! Even now when she's just a baby they stick up at all the places."

James grinned sheepishly. "What can I do? Blame it on the Potter genes..." He was about to say something else when the doors banged open and two of his best friends stormed in the hospital room. He laughed silently as he saw the mess that was their hair. They must have paced all around the hospital and pulled their hands through their hair to get their hair-style like this.

The taller one had long black hair that was currently a mess and grey eyes that were looking nervous, mischievous, hopeful and happy at the same time. How that was possible, James still didn't know. The other one was slightly shorter than the first one and had sandy-brown hair that reached his ears and amber eyes. He was calmer then the first one but only a little. His eyes widened as he saw the bundle in Lily's arms.

"Moony, Padfoot!" he heard someone say and raised his eyes to the hazel eyes of his best friend and the father of that little miracle that was looking at him now.

One look at the little baby and he was lost too.

He awoke at the fast bark of laughter that his other friend was famous for and turned his attention to the black haired man that was known as Padfoot or Sirius Black. The young man bounded to the bed and peered down at the girl. He yelped in surprise as the girl's fingers found their way to his nose and grabbed it.

Laughter filled the room.

"So, what's the name of my goddaughter?" Sirius asked cheekily. Lily and James burst into laughter and James asked, "Who ever said that you're her godfather, Padfoot?" Sirius' face fell and he started sniffling. James rolled her eyes and added, "It's Arielle. Arielle Lily Potter. And of course you're her godfather Sirius, don't be stupid."

Sirius looked up again and gave his happiest grin ever. He bounded back to the amber-eyed man that was also known as Moony or Remus Lupin and yelled, "Did you hear that Moony? Did you? Huh? Huh?" Remus couldn't help himself but to laugh at the exuberance of his friend. He wandered to the bed too and said, "She's beautiful, James, Lily. You'll have a tough time fending off potential boyfriends in a few years."

James paled at the thought and Lily just laughed tiredly. James seemed to notice this as he shooed his friends out of the room a few minutes later (after they both fell in love with the girl hopelessly of course). That left the two parents alone. They each shared a small kiss and then Lily went to sleep while James watched over his daughter, which was silently sleeping in his arms, like a hawk.

ooOoo

Two weeks later, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry got a letter from Lily Potter, formerly Evans about the christening of one Arielle Lily Potter. Dumbledore smiled at the letter until he saw the birth date. Frowning at it he quickly pulled a copy of the Hogwarts Registry on his desk and leafed through it.

He stopped as he saw that there were two names that were added in the last days of July.

Still frowning, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore quickly strode to the fireplace. Grabbing a little Floo powder the old man threw the powder in the fire and after it turned green stepped in and yelled his destination in a clear voice, "Potter Residence!"

He got swept away and gracefully stepped out of the home of Lily and James Potter. He looked around and noticed that no one seemed to be in the room. He went out to the living room and couldn't help but smile.

James Potter was lying on the couch, sleeping, with a baby wrapped on his chest. The baby girl was happily playing with her stuffed wolf and Lily Evan- no, she was a Potter now, was silently reading a book on an armchair across from them. Dumbledore cleared his throat quietly and watched in amusement as Lily dropped the book and whipped out her wand and pointed it at him. Sighing, Lily dropped the wand and went to greet her former Headmaster and current Head of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Hello Albus. What brings you here? We weren't expecting you until Arielle's christening..." Lily trailed off with a curious expression on her face. Albus Dumbledore chuckled silently but turned serious quickly after that. With a solemn voice he said,

"I came here to talk to you and James about something that I think you should know, since I believe it concerns your daughter."

Seeing the serious expression on her mentor's face, Lily shivered slightly and went over to her husband and daughter. She motioned for the old wizard to take a seat and gently poked James in the ribs, while taking Arielle from the young man's chest. James blearily opened his eyes and started to say something when he caught sight of the Headmaster. Quickly sitting straight on the couch he said, "Good Afternoon, Albus."

Dumbledore returned the greeting and turned his attention on the baby in Lily's arms. Sighing sadly he said, "I came here today because I suspect that Arielle is one of the two babies that a prophecy that was made earlier this year is speaking off."

There, he said it. Blunt as an axe. The two elder Potters blinked and stared at Dumbledore. "Wha?" said James. Lily was the first one to recuperate and asked, "What prophecy?"

Dumbledore sighed and recited, after charming the place full with Silencing, and Secrecy spells, so that they wouldn't' be overheard, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark her as his equal, but she will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

The living room of the Potter Residence was eerily quiet. After a few minutes it was Arielle that broke the silence by squealing happily as she managed to hug the dog around its neck. Lily started breathing again while James stood up and started pacing the floor.

"That's horrible," whispered Lily as she regained her wits. Dumbledore lowered his head while James started ranting, "How can our daughter have the power to kill Voldemort? She's only a baby! Heck, she's two weeks old! She-" Lily broke him off as she asked, "Who is the other kid that the prophecy could be about?"

Dumbledore sighed again and said, "It's Neville Longbottom. He was born just a day before Arielle here. But as he's a boy the prophecy couldn't be talking about him." He was quiet for a minute and then he said, "I'm sorry James, Lily. I'm afraid you'll have to go into hiding. Voldemort's agents have heard part of the prophecy and I don't want to take any risks. You are to find yourselves a Secret Keeper and go into hiding immediately."

Lily looked at James with fright and James hurried over and hugged his wife while staring at Dumbledore. Then he kissed his wife on her forehead and hurried out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with Sirius in tow. Sirius was looking disgruntled as though he just woke up... which in retrospect wasn't as unbelievable as Dumbledore would have thought.

The two Potters quickly filled Sirius in and he agreed to be the family's Secret Keeper. Dumbledore offered himself as the Secret Keeper but the Potters politely refused.

It was only a year and a few months later that Dumbledore regretted not persuading them into making him a Secret Keeper. A year and a few months later it was too late, as Lord Voldemort attacked the village in which James and Lily were hiding, killed them both and made Arielle the Girl-Who-Lived and an orphan while disappearing himself. On 31st October 1981 the First War was over. The Wizarding World was rejoicing and hailing,

"Long live the Girl-Who-Lived! All hail to Arielle Lily Potter!"