Most children are born loved; the Malfoy's were born adored. Proud, rich, and fair, there was little presently to ever vex them. The present does not tell the past though, nor predict the future, as one Malfoy, the eldest and fairest, would soon find out.

Father wanted the dark lord to return. What few memories were to be had of the time, were not ones I cherished. The danger had been palpable; the emotions I could remember had not been missed over the last 13 years. The idea of the return of green laced memories sent a tremor throughout me. This could not happen.

That Halloween night, everything changed. Now, she was on her own. First, she had to keep Harry safe. Second, she had to keep herself safe. Thirdly, she had to try not to get either of them killed. But before that, she had to find Harry… and Sirius. She had to find him too.

Mr and Mrs Potter had yearned for children for so long, they could hardly have stopped at one. When the fateful October night passes, the Potter's will do whatever it takes to stay together. In which James has a younger sister who takes Harry rather than the Dursleys.

"I'm not sure if I can…" she whispered, not daring to look at the man who stood so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. His thoughts were screaming at her, begging her to free them from her grasp. His grasp on her was gentle though. She closed her eyes, sinking into him. "Alright, Sirius." And the world was quiet there. In which James Potter has a sister.