Hey readers! Before you begin reading this, I want to tell you that I'm Korean. So there might be some spelling or grammer mistakes. Sorry!! (But I'll do my best!)

*Hestia's pov

"Lily! It's him! Take Harry and go! Quickly, I'll hold him off!!!"

Dad? Mum? What's going on? I'm scared mummy, where's dad?

Mum laid Harry beside me in the crib and quickly began to recite some spells. A blue light seemed to cover Harry, then it disappeared.

Suddenly the door burst opened and a tall man came advancing into the room, his blood red eyes practically piercing into three of us. He pointed his wand towards us.

"No!! Not Harry, not Harry!! Please, please! I'll do anything!"
"Stand aside, stand aside girl!"
"Please, not Harry! Kill me, kill me instead!"
"I warn you for the last time. Stand, aside!"
"No, please... Please!!!"
"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a blinding flash of green light and mum fell to the floor like a rag doll.

Harry clapped his hand and giggled, unaware of the tragedy which just happened. As the tall figure loomed over us, I stared into his red eyes.

"Pity... he begged me to spare that mudblood. Well, I'll just throw him the twin after I kill Harry Potter. She will be useful, with her eyes full of malice. I guess no one will care for her, when her mother didn't."

His wand was now pointed at Harry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Another flash of green light filled the room. But this time it was different. With a horrible scream, the hooded figure was suddenly gone.

I turned to Harry and found a small cloud of black smoke hovering near him. I grabbed it and tugged (unaware of the fact that the smoke was actually touchable) and it seeped into me. I gradually fell asleep, with Harry howling beside me.

I woke up at the sound of someone crying. It was a man, with black clothes, a crooked nose and tears streaming down his cheeks. He was holding mum in his arms and kept asking her to open her eyes.

By magic, I floated out of the crib and on to the floor beside him. Slowly, I climbed up his lap and pulled myself up. The man looked down at me with shaking eyes as I dabbed at his cheek, trying to wipe away his tears.

He slowly reached out one hand and carefully hugged me close. With my other hand, I held on to his robe while I still dabbed away at his face.

"Thank you..."

For quite a long time he held me like that, but jumped as a loud voice sounded below. He set me down and quickly disapparated.

I burst into tears because of the missng warmth that was here few seconds earlier, and my cry triggered Harry's. People ran into our room, hearing our howls, and that is what I last saw.

This is a short prologue and I guess I need to explain a few things about our heroine!!

(When fully grown)
Name : Hestia Lily Potter
Birthday : July 31. 14 minutes earlier than Harry
Looks : exactly like Lily with black hair. (The hair is smooth, not like Harry's or James's)
Hobbies : Making Potions, making new rune combination, dark arts
Peculiarity : Living horcrux instead of Harry. Can speak Parstletongue.
And most importantly, has hyperthymesia (means she remembers everything since she was born.)

Liv Tyler as Hestia Lily Potter!!

Explanations to things which you might get confused about

Lily cares about Harry a great deal, but doesn't really care about Hestia, because the prophecy doesn't say anything about her.

The ancient spell which protects Harry was not cast upon Hestia so she is vulnerable.

Hyperthymesia allows Hestia to be much more mature than others, and it lets her to memorize everything just by glancing at something. (She doesn't need a pensive!)