Y/N POV:

Being born in the same time as the Chosen One is insane.

Even more insane we used to be friends.

Or at least knew of each other's existence.

Let me explain.

My dad was James Potter's friend.

Well, they didn't really act like friends in school, more like an academic/ quidditch rival. Probably didn't help that my dad was in Slytherin, like me.

But my mum tells me that they stayed friends after Hogwarts and that she and dad would go to the Potter's frequently. Sometimes it would just be the four of them, and sometimes James' other life-long friends would be there. And when I was born, I was brought along.

Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Potter had a baby my age.

Not that I remember any of this.

The only way it was brought up was because there's a picture in our living room. It's taken with a wizarding camera, so you can see the movement.

James and my dad are on the left side of the photo, wiping away tears of laughter. Lily and my mum are on the right, hugging each other and laughing along. On the floor, sprawled across a blanket with baby hippogriffs on it, lie baby Y/N and baby Harry Potter.

We're smiling at our parents like they're the most beautiful thing in the world.

Which until He-Who Must-Not-Be-Named murdered exactly half of the people in the photo, it was. 

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- wheezely