A/N Just so you know in this fan-fiction James Potter is a CHASER, since there's like a hundred comments saying he's a seeker. I only own my own characters, and be warned this was written almost three years ago, so expect bad grammar and phrasing. I am beginning to update the edited parts.

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A Memory Charm is a spell that can be used to erase memories from an individual's mind. The incantation for this charm is Obliviate.

Harry Potter Wikia~ Memory charms

Prologue- Obliviate

James Potter paced his living room in a circle, having to almost do a strange hopping dance to avoid the clutter of baby toys and toy broomsticks not yet put away. He could hardly concentrate on trying to sooth his son to sleep in his arms, he was so confused.

This was unusual for his character; everybody knew James Potter as a confident and assured man. For instance, ten years ago he decided that he wanted Lily Evans, as long as she wanted him back. And after years of screaming matches and snarky comments, they had made it. They were twenty-one and happily married, with two small infants.

But the decision he had to make was crucial-to his and Lily's happiness, and the future of their children.

Lily Potter looked anxiously at her husband from behind her curtain of fiery red hair. He'd been silent for almost ten minutes as he paced with their son, and she took his silence for worry. Their joint decision affected the little girl in her arms.

Subconsciously, she glanced down to her daughter, Aurora, who was sucking on the sleeve of her blue onesie, her big green eyes innocent and happy. She was a content child, just like her brother.

The twins had every reason to be happy babies who rarely cried. They had parents who would die for them, each other to keep each other company and Godfathers and a god-sister who loved them dearly.

"I think we'll have to do it, as much as I hate the idea." James sighed at last, breaking the silence. He flopped on the sofa next to his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Aurora noticed the presence of her brother and began batting his shoulder as he pouted, squirming in his father's arms. They were almost identical twins, the same hair shade and equally stunning emerald green eyes from their mother. If it wasn't for their anatomy or Aurora's dimpled cheek, they wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

"I wish it didn't have to come to this...." Lily sniffed, blinking back tears, winding a finger around her husband's hand. "But we've barely had time with Rory... Only fifteen months."

"Fifteen of the best months, though." James said comfortingly, his eyes locked on his daughter. A smirk crept onto his face. "See, the nickname finally caught onto you! See, her Dog-father is brilliant!"

"Just because Sirius turns into a dog, doesn't mean he's a dog-father." Lily rolled her eyes. "What's next-Remus is the Wolf-Father?"

Rory had two godfathers-not because Sirius and Remus were a couple-but because after Remus' stability declined after Marlene's death, they weren't sure if they could trust him with their daughter if anything happened.

Lily shook her head, moving onto serious matters. "But where will she go, James? She needs safety, a place he'll never find her. He knows, he knows about the prophecy and if he finds her-she may as well be dead."

James racked his brains for new possible homes for his daughter. Sirius? While he loved him, he wasn't the most responsible. Remus? No, he already had a daughter-Genesis-to care for, and already struggling after the death of his girlfriend, Gennie's mother. Peter? Of course not, he dropped Harry when he first held him after their birth.

Thinking back to that day he thought of his old friend he'd seen at the hospital that day. Mark Oswin-how could he forget?

A sensible Hufflepuff in his year who loved with all he had, Mark Oswin was always one of James' closest friends. Of course, Mark was closer to Remus-being a prefect and all-but he always treated James and Lily well. And he had a lovely wife, Jenna Parkinson, a squib with a heart of gold who surely would treat Rory the same as her three year old daughter.

"Mark Oswin. Do you remember him Lils?" James asked his wife softly.

"Yes, I remember him, just about." Lily said hesitantly. "He was a prefect with me and Remus. I always trusted him, Jenna too.... We'll have to, I suppose. I'll send an owl to Dumbledore; he was the one who told us to do this..."

Lily placed Aurora onto James's lap next to her brother. The two of them began patting each other and giggling in the cute baby-like fashion. A tear streaked down Lily's face knowing her children were soon to be separated.

"Once you've written the letter, we'll do it together, okay?" James said, kissing the top of his daughter's head. He looked up to see his wife in tears. "Hey, don't cry, Lily Flower. It won't be forever, just until mouldy-wart is dead!"

Lily cracked a smile at that. She wondered if her daughter would inherit her father's quick-wit, and hoped she would be around to find out.

"Maybe you should write to Jenna about this-you two got on well. They need to know, especially considering all that's happened to them..."

"Oh yes... those poor souls." Lily sighed, hugging herself for comfort. She pulled on smile, and wagged a finger at James, "I'll be back soon, and then time for bed!"

"Don't listen to her; we'll have fun for hours." James winked at his children, who looked up at him in interest.

James got his wand out of his pocket, and murmured a spell to make colourful smoke appear from the end. Harry pouted and tried clutching onto it, while Rory was hyped up, trying to hop up in her onesie and clutch it in her chubby fists.

"You'll be a great seeker one day," James chuckled to his daughter, rubbing her dark hair. "Or maybe you'll be a chaser like your old man."

Lily hovered in the door, wishing she could take a snapshot of this heart-warming moment, her family caught in a freeze-frame where nothing could hurt them. "James!" she exclaimed.

"They told me to!" James chuckled, pointing at Harry who just huffed. Rolling his eyes James picked up the children, handing them to Lily. "Did you write the letters?"

"Of course," Lily sniffed, wiping a stray tear away. "I'm going to miss her so much.

"So will I," James sighed, and pulled his family into a tight grip, wishing things didn't have to be like this.

A creaking of the gate interrupted them, and James looked up, alert. Because of the wards on the house, only a few people were allowed in. James knew who it was already.

"Padfoot is a bit late for a visit. Maybe he dressed up!" James grinned. He strode confidently into the hall, and glanced through the peep hole, just in time to see a cloaked figure gliding up the path.

He bolted the door, heart frozen, knowing he only had mere seconds before he got in. "It's him! Lily, take the children, go! Run! I'll hold him off!" he shouted, pressing his weight against the door to hold Voldemort back, give his family a chance.

"I can't leave you James!" Lily sobbed, hovering by the bottom of the stairs, indecisive. "I love you!"

James caught his wife's eyes, and then his children. In that moment, he knew it would be the last time he ever saw them. "GO!" James screamed. "I love you!"

Lily took one fleeting glance at her husband before sprinting up the stairs, children close to her chest. She made it into the children's nursery, the silence and serenity a contrast to what could possibly be happening downstairs.

Placing the children in Rory's cot, she shoved the wardrobe, chest of drawers and Harry's cot against the door. It wasn't much, but it would hold for now.

A whimper from Rory made her turn around. She would have to do it now, if Rory had any chance of survival.

"I'm so sorry baby girl, mummy loves you very much." She sobbed, and she looked directly into Rory's emerald eyes, which were so much like her own. She didn't have a wand, something she regretted. Magic was much harder done without a wand. She closed her eyes, and concentrated hard. Obliviate, she spoke sadly and shakily in her head.

Rory could feel peace and whiteness seep across her brain, spray painting her memories. She was forgetting. She was forgetting her Dad's silly antics, her Mum's sweet smiles. She was forgetting her godfathers, Sirius and Remus. She was forgetting her god-sister, Gennie, who she would finger paint with. She was forgetting her brother Harry, who was always there. She was forgetting the broomstick she had for her first birthday.

She was forgetting the first year of her life.

Lily sobbed as she heard a thud come from downstairs, and green light tickled from under the door. James was dead. There was no way she could run away now. This was her last chance to protect her children.

"Harry, Aurora, I love you both." She sobbed, as the furniture flew away from the door, and Lily crouched in front of the cot to protect her children from impact. When she looked up, she nearly screamed.

The Devil himself, Lord Voldemort stood in the doorway.

"Please, not my children please!" She begged.

"Stand aside, silly girl. Stand aside... now." Voldemort snapped. "I must for-fill the prophecies."

"Not Harry or Aurora! Please, no! Take me, kill me instead!"

"This is my last warning...." Voldemort said slowly, reaching for his wand.

"Not them!" Lily pleaded. "Please, have mercy! Have mercy! Not my children! Anything but them! I'll do anything!"

"Stand aside, foolish, stupid girl!" Voldemort snapped. As Lily would not move, she stood her ground, tears dripping down her face, he did it. "Avada Kedavra!"

Lily fell like a stone, her life flashing through her eyes. Then Lily Potter was no more.

Harry and Aurora hadn't cried at all during this mysterious encounter, in fact, Aurora was curious. At whom this crying woman was, and why this cloaked man made her fall over.

Voldemort had an evil, twisted grin on his face. It was time. He pointed his wand, and was ready to kill the children. The boy would be first. He was the one who was to be his downfall. He was more of a threat than the girl.

He had heard the prophecies to learn that. The girl would be his trophy, the one that would end the anxious feeling that his reign of power may end. He pointed his wand at the children. Aurora started to cry. She didn't know anything; she didn't know who the green eyed boy next to her was, or why this man looked so angry.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light almost bounced, from Harry's forehead, to Aurora's outstretched left wrist-leaving identical scarlet lightning bolt scars. Then the green light rebounded onto Voldemort, destroying him, and the majority of the room.

Soon, Voldemort was gone, and Harry and Aurora were left alone in the decapitated house, crying over all they'd lost.

* * * *

Dumbledore entered the house, the stench of smoke and death filling the air. He'd only just received a letter concerning Aurora Potter, and he knew he had to take her to the Oswin's. The only comfort was that the Oswin's knew about the child heading their way.

He grimaced at the sight of James' body; he always found him one of the best students to attend Hogwarts. And he was brave. He died that way.

Dumbledore ducked underneath the broken nursery door, and saw the dead body of Lily Potter, and he grimaced. He'd liked her as well; being able to see the beauty in others when they failed to see it themselves.

Aurora looked up as Dumbledore entered, and Dumbledore smiled. She was a perfect mix of James and Lily, much like Harry.

Dumbledore found something that must have been flung from the dresser as it fell, a golden locket which had intricate swirls and a shining star on it. He opened it with curiosity, to find a moving photo of James, Lily, Harry and Aurora waving at him.

He picked up Aurora, balancing her in his arms. She was so fragile he felt he might break her if he held her too tight. He found a Gryffindor lion blanket in the crib, and he wrapped Aurora in it; and slipped the locket inside. He thought that the poor girl should have something to remind her of her past.

He contemplated weather to take Harry with him as well, but he had already told Hagrid to retrieve Harry, so he ignored that thought. The girl needed safety and isolation from her destiny; nobody should know she was alive. He took one last look at Harry, and Lily's dead body, before he apparated his way to 7, Pond Close, Oxford.

Striding up the path, Dumbledore rang the bell. He was slightly amused to hear 'It's a small world' chirpily play. Many wizards hated muggles, but considering they had singing doorbells he was astounded to how anybody could hate such genius.

A tired Jenna Oswin opened the door, rubbing her eyes at the harsh light of Dumbledore's wand. Her dark hair was in a loose bun, bundled up in pyjamas. She looked weak, permanent dark circles around her eyes. She had a lot to worry about in the last few months.

"Hello, Professor, what a surprise! Would you like to come in, we were just making tea." Jenna said with a fake smile and strained happy tone.

"I'm afraid I'm not on a social visit Jenna," Dumbledore said gravely. "Have you received an owl from Lily Potter?"

"Why, yes, actually." Jenna said, opening the door open more. "But we just put a video in, thought we'd let it wait until tomorrow.... Wait, is that... Aurora? Her daughter?"

Jenna clasped a hand over her mouth at the sight of the girl, and rushed inside, grabbing the letter that had arrived a few hours ago. She ripped open the seal and intently read, eyes swimming with tears.

"Of course... Of course Dumbledore...." Jenna cried, carefully cradling her new daughter from Dumbledore.

"Jenna? What's wrong, who's--Oh." Mark Oswin had appeared a dark haired toddler in his grip. His eyes were narrowed and tired as he accessed the scene. "That's her, isn't it?"

"If she shows signs of magic, I will come." Dumbledore sighed. "Don't tell her the truth unless you deem it necessary. I hope you treat her like your own. Good night."

And Dumbledore turned on his heel, and kept on walking. Before he span on his heel to go to Privet drive, he murmured, "Good luck Aurora Lily Potter, the girl who survived."