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Prologue: Until We Win Again
Seven-year-old Harry Potter was walking by a creek behind his twin siblings, Kristina and Dylan, both of whom were older than him by a matter of minutes.
Harry had his mother’s emerald green eyes, and his father’s unruly black hair, as well as his father’s other features, including light skin. Dylan, by contrast, had his father’s hazel eyes and hair, and his facial expressions. Kristina took after her mother very much, having her dark red hair and green eyes, and her facial features.
Harry loved both of his siblings very much – as much as he loved his parents, James and Lily Potter. The five of them lived in Godric’s Hollow, occasionally visited by Sirius and Remus, Dylan and Kristina’s godfathers, respectively. Harry had a godfather too, by the name of Peter Pettigrew, but he visited much less often. Harry only remembered seeing him twice. Most of what Harry remembered of him was that he had mousy brown hair and blue eyes, and wore long sleeves even in summer.
As he was walking, Harry saw Kristina collapse to the ground, her own arms barely preventing her from slamming into the dirt. Harry swiftly turned to Dylan, hoping he would know what to do.
“Dylan, what’s going on?” asked Harry as the air around Kristina grew cold, and twigs and dirt were swirling around her.
“I don’t know, but get Mum and Dad – they’ll know!” Dylan was in front of Kristina, and Harry nodded, going to get their parents, because he knew Dylan would keep Kristina safe. He ran, and once he got to the house, he saw the door open, and ran in. Inside, he saw an old man with a long, white beard and his parents sitting at the dinner table, talking. Breathing heavily, Harry said,
“Mum! Dad! Kristina – Kristina fell and, and now the air around her is cold and there are twigs and dirt flying around her and it’s scary, and –“
“James, Lily, may I take care of this for you?” the old man asked. “I feel as if this accidental magic may be something greater than just ordinary accidental magic, thus I would like to make sure nothing goes awry, if it is alright with you.”
“Of course, Albus,” Harry’s mother said, and Harry’s father nodded. “Harry, can you show Albus to where Kristina fell?” Harry nodded, and Albus got up, and said,
“Lead the way, then, Harry, my boy,” after a piercing blue gaze made Harry’s head hurt. Harry shook his head to clear it and went out of the doorway and back outside, going back to the area by the creek where Kristina was still collapsed on the ground. Dylan was behind a tree, peeking out as twigs and pebbles hit the trees and water around Kristina. It took only a couple of seconds for Albus to raise his wand and chant,
“Finite Incantatem!” Harry watched in awe as the dirt, pebbles, and twigs slowed and fell to the ground, and Kristina got up. Harry smiled as Dylan ran over to her and helped her up, and walked over to help Dylan when Albus put a hand on his shoulder. “Stay here, my boy – I need to talk to you.” Turning to Dylan and Kristina, he said, “Go back to your house, I believe your mother may want to make sure both of you are alright.” Dylan nodded, and Kristina nodded shakily, and both of them went off to the house.
“Sir? What do you want to talk about?” Harry asked Albus, who replied,
“I’m sorry, my boy, but I must do this. It must stay this way, until we win again.” Harry frowned, not comprehending, and he just stood there, then blacked out.