Prologue

Halloween, 1980.

There was an emergency meeting for the members of the Order. Even though Dumbledore did not require the Potters (and the Longbottoms) to attend, the parents of three were willing to participate despite their current situation.

Dumbledore has informed the two couples about the possibility of one of their boys as the prophecy child – the one destined to vanquish the dark lord. As a precaution, the two families went into hiding using the Fidelius Charm – a complex spell where the secret is sealed within a single soul. No one in the order knows except Dumbledore, the Potters, the Longbottom, and their secret keepers.

James and Lily Potter have triplets: three identical boys, all born at the end of July. All have inherited their father's looks including his unruly hair. Lily whined at the beginning that her sons look nothing like her but she is still proud of them especially since they have inherited her green eyes.

The eldest of the triplets is Charlus (nicknamed Charles), followed by Harry and then Nathaniel (Nathan for short). Despite being identical, Lily can always tell which son is which, unlike James who tends to switch the boys' names. Charles is very playful; Harry is the serious and quiet one while Nathan likes to sleep and did not like to be bothered. Remus Lupin was named godfather to Charles (proxies by Albus Dumbledore because of his werewolf status); Harry has Sirius Black while Nathan has Peter Pettigrew.

Since James and Lily were going to the Order meeting, Dorea Potter, James' mother, agreed to be their babysitter for the night. But things did not go well that Halloween. The Potters were betrayed. Betrayed by no other than, their own secret keeper and long-time friend, Peter Pettigrew.

"You are not coming near my grandchildren!" growled Dorea Potter as the dark lord marched toward Godric Hallow. She may not have the strength of Dumbledore himself but she is a formidable woman from the house of Black!

"Step aside woman!" Voldemort commanded but Dorea refused as she fired a powerful stunning hex at the dark lord only to hit Peter Pettigrew and send him crashing into the framed pictures on the wall.

Fool. Voldemort thought, annoyed that his own servant can't even protect himself. He does admit that Dorea Potter nee Black wasn't a witch to underestimate. She was a Black after all and they were a family with strong ties to the dark arts. Unlike the light wizards who are being lenient on their choice of spells, Dorea will probably not fear using dark magic against him. It was such a shame the woman married a light wizard.

Dorea fired one spell after another at the dark lord with good precision. The house was in chaos alerting the neighbors of the fight. However, Voldemort is a master duelist and a master of the dark arts. Deflecting the spells was easy. The woman may be a Black but he is still the dark lord. He cast a bone-breaking curse right through the woman's chest and Dorea stumbled backward.

"It is a shame." The dark lord muttered haughtily as he stepped over the convulsing woman, who at the moment is trying hard to breathe and coughing out blood since her ribs were crushed and her lungs were compromised.

"N-no." She hissed as she grabbed the dark lord's cloak.

"You annoy me." Voldemort hissed and cast the killing curse at her.

Voldemort stepped inside the nursery and approached the crib where the Potter triplets are. Three pairs of green eyes looked up at him. His nose twitched in annoyance. They looked the same. He will never believe that one of these boys will defeat him one day but just as a precaution, he'll kill them all.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A loud explosion and the sounds of screams can be heard at Godric's Hallow and the dark lord is no more.