AMARA KINSLEY IS A REALIST. She never allows herself to hope for things that she knows will only disappoint her in the end. Amara has no time to be idealistic. Being first born in a family where both emotional and physical abuse is a normal thing, Amara was assigned to try and protect her younger siblings as much as she could, even if that meant taking beatings for them.

Maxwell had been the most rebellious. He had no problem speaking his thoughts and so that meant that Amara took extra care of him. She had spent many nights of her childhood claiming to have told him the things he blurted out. She took responsibility for the things he had done many times, with scars littering her body to prove it. And when he died, Amara swore she'd make sure Olivia and Samuel would never have to follow the same fate.

She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to. After reading Maxwell's journal and finding out why he had chosen to do the things he had done, Amara swore she'd prevent it from happening again.

She found out that it all revolved around Olivia. Amara's only thoughts then was not Olivia. Oh, God. Not my baby sister.

Olivia was the youngest, granted only minutes after Maxwell, but she had always been the most fragile. She loved to believe that she could control her emotions well, but they knew different. Olivia feels things to such an extreme level that she becomes overwhelmed with it and so she tries to push it down, ignoring it till she finally explodes. Olivia is also the most innocent out of all the children, or perhaps the most clueless. Her hands are not tainted by blood like her siblings'. She had never pointed her wand at someone with the intent to cause permanent pain and Amara is determined to keep it that way.

So she packed her bags. She told no one but Samuel. She followed Maxwell's instructions and wishes. She gave Olivia the journal a few years after like Maxwell wanted. She traveled to different countries, looking for the seer who had foretold the prophecy. What Amara quickly learned was that it's impossible to track a person who sees the future, but she wasn't going to give up that quickly. Every dead end she encountered didn't deter her. She was doing it for Olivia, her baby sister that she would lay down her life for. She was determined to find the seer, find a way to reverse the prophecy, find a loophole.

Her and Samuel had dedicated their lives to keeping their little sister safe and now she's pregnant?

And with James Potter's child no less. Some things Amara never thought she'd ever hear.

Perhaps she reacted badly when she found out, but it's impossible to not see Olivia as the six year old sneaking in her room with the teddy bear Amara had knitted in her muggle studies class clutched in her little hands, lips trembling and teary eyes illuminated by the moonlight.

Amara loves her siblings with every part of her. She had dedicated her life for them, for Olivia. She's not a bad sister. She reacted badly and maybe it's time to own up to her mistakes, but Amara had never been good at saying sorry.

All she ever wanted was for Olivia to live a full and happy life. If this baby and James Potter will give her that then so be it. She never expected to live long enough anyway. Olivia's death had been prophesied but Amara has every intention to take her place.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" Said a strong scottish accent, making Amara look up from her drink to see a blonde boy with a big smile and a radiant face.

"I'm meeting someone," she answers, taking a sip from her beer.

"Meeting someone, ey?" He asked as he cleaned the counter. "The only people to come 'round here are the dodgy ones."

Amara raised an eyebrow. "Are you one of the dodgy ones?"

"I could be." He shrugged nonchalantly with a teasing grin on his lips, yet Amara finds herself not believing his words. His face was too kind, his smile too wide, his eyes too warm and his words too inviting.

"Better stay away then," she responds.

The man only chuckled. "Nah, I'm just messing with ya. Just here to make a few galleons. My nephew's turning one, name's Oliver. I'm saving up to get him one of those expensive toy broomsticks."

A ghost of a smile reached Amara's lips. She was right. This man is kind. "Got a niece or nephew on the way, too. My sister's pregnant."

"That's great!" He says enthusiastically. "Adore my nephew to bits though he can be a bit loud sometimes."

Amara only gave a small smile in response, ending the conversation. She has no time to chat up with cute blonde boys working in a pub like hogshead.

"What do they call you?" He asked again, the same wide smile on his face never detering.

Amara met his eyes. He's a persistent one. "A bitch."

His laugh was contagious, causing Amara to let out a smile of her own. "Well, they call me Alexander. Alexander Wood."

Her smile was replaced by a bittersweet one as Maxwell once again entered her mind. Maxwell Alexander. He used to claim his name was too formal, too pureblooded.

"Amara," she finally says. "Amara Kinsley."

"So who're you meeting here, Amara?"

"My brother."

"Questionable meeting place you picked," he remarks though his voice held no judgment.

Amara shrugged. "The only place in Hogsmeade not packed with kids."

"Can't blame you there." Alexander's eyes darted behind her before returning to hers. "That your brother?"

Amara turned to see Samuel entering. Much like Amara, he wore muggle clothes. Dark jeans paired with a black shirt and light blue denim jacket which she knows hides his dark mark. The brown hair all Kinsley children shared swept back and his icy blue eyes identical to Amara's trained on the ground to avoid attention.

"That he is," Amara responds to Alexander.

"I'll be leaving you to it then," he says, giving her another smile. "See you around, Amara Kinsley."

She only gave a small smile in response as Samuel finally reached her.

"Hey, Sammy," she greeted, reaching forward to give her little brother a hug. However, his wild, panicked eyes stopped her movements, her own narrowing. She should have known Samuel had a bigger reason to be here than just chat. "What's going on, Sam?"

"They're coming," he says, his voice shaking. "They're on their way here, the whole lot of them."

"What?" She asked, jumping from her seat as her heart started accelerating.

"We gotta find Olivia, Amara," he says, not waiting for her response as he drags her out of the pub. "They're coming for her."

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OLIVIA DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN HOGSMEADE. In fact, she'd much rather be on her bed wrapped in her comfortable blanket with no charm on her whatsoever. The disillusionment charm felt much like a bra, uncomfortable but necessary.

But her friends had begged her and she's said no so many times the past weekends that she figured they deserved this one which is how Olivia finds herself walking towards the Three Broomsticks beside James who's hand is placed firmly on the her back while her own are buried in her coat pockets, her cheeks pink from the cold the snow brought and her beanie covering her ears.

"I'd kill for some butterbeer right about now," she muttered bitterly as she kicked off the snow on her boots.

"Well, you're not allowed to drink butterbeer," James reminds her. "Just ask for my scarf, baby. You know I'll give it to you."

She only rolls her eyes. She was freezing and Olivia is willing to do a lot of things but to admit to James Potter she's cold after he told her to bring a scarf was not one of them. "I'm not cold." She says before a shiver passes through her body.

"Sure."

"Barf!" Kat pretends to vomit in front of them, her arms looped around Remus and Peter's. "You call each other baby?"

If possible, Olivia's face turned an even darker shade of red. "I don't--"

"You're just jealous, Kitkat."

"You can call me baby too, baby," Sirius winked at her, a smirk on his lips.

Kat only pretends to vomit before dragging Remus and Peter away with Sirius quickly running after them, leaving James and Olivia following behind them.

James pulls at her wrist, stopping her from walking. He quickly untangled his gryffindor scarf and wrapped it around her neck, covering the exposed skin. "This is why you should listen to me."

The exact same scent she smelled from the amortentia enveloped her senses, making Olivia involuntarily inhale. She only gave him a small smirk. "Thanks, but I'm not cold."

James only laughed as he opened the door for her. "Whatever you say, mon amour."

The two headed over to where their friends are already sitting down, unaware of how a certain redhead's attention was quickly stolen by their arrival. Lily Evans can only watch sadly as she noticed the scarf proudly wrapped around Olivia's neck, no doubt belonging to a certain James Potter. She couldn't help the sudden stinging in her chest as the bespectacled boy placed his arm on the back of her chair as if showing Lily that Olivia is his. She can't blame him. She would be staking her claim as well if only she had a claim to stake.

"Five butterbeers and one hot cocoa please," James tells madam Rosmerta. "And may I just say, Rosie, you're looking rather gorgeous today."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Potter," the barmaid says with a smile on her lips.

"It's getting you to smile, is it not?" Said Sirius. "That's more than enough for us."

The rest of the people in the table can only roll their eyes. "Flirty fucks," Remus mutters under his breath.

"Lucas wants butterbeer too," Olivia reminds James, remembering the little boy's request.

James nods, stretching his arms before placing one on the back of her chair, fingers grazing her covered shoulder as his free hand ran through his hair. "Actually, please add another butterbeer to that, Rosie."

"Is that all?" Madam Rosmerta asks.

It was Peter who nodded. "Thank you."

"So I was thinking," Sirius says as he leans forward while they wait for their orders.

"That's surprising," Kat says. "I didn't know you knew how to use your brain."

Sirius only rolls his eyes, nudging Kat playfully before he continues. "What do you guys think would happen if we put a werewolf on the moon--?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Remus mutters again.

James holds a hand up to silence him. "No, no, I think he's onto something. Let him finish."

"Wouldn't he just explode and die?" Peter asked.

Kat nods along with her better judgment, getting involved in their ridiculous conversation. "Pete's right. There's no oxygen on the moon."

"We never said we'd send him up without a suit, you monster," James says.

"How are you even going to put him there?" Olivia asks as she leaned back on James' arm.

"I mean, we can always apparate him--"

"Olivia!" A voice called, making the group turn to the voice.

"Amara, Samuel?" She asked, confusion painting her face. It's not everyday you see your death eater brother appearing out of nowhere. "What are you doing here?"

The male Kinsley held her shoulder tightly, making James stand up. "You have to go--"

That was when it started. A loud bang erupted, causing everyone to freeze. Then in a blink of an eye, cloaked figures appeared, kicking the three broomsticks' door open and that was when pandemonium began. Students started panicking and screaming. Some ran for the door before they were struck down while some stood with their wands ready, including madam Rosmerta, standing before the younger ones to protect them.

Olivia didn't know what to do. Everything was happening too fast for her to comprehend. Amara and Samuel had both stood protectively in front of her, hiding her from the death eaters' view while Sirius, Remus, Peter and Kat moved quickly. She can see Kat grabbing the third years and hiding them under the table while the men raised their wands to fight. Olivia sees no doubt in their faces. The determination in their eyes and their stiff posture. They will fight. She feels fear creeping in. She remembers the same look in Maxwell's eyes and she suddenly felt terrified for her friends.

"Petrificus Totalus!" She hears a death eater called, its wand pointed to her direction. She felt herself freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Everything was happening too fast. Fuck. She can't fight. She's not like the marauders and Kat. She's not brave or courageous. She's not quick on her feet like them. In fact, she's pretty fucking useless when it comes to a duel.

"Impedimenta!" Samuel counters before the spell could hit any of them. "Get out of here, Olivia!"

"Potter, get her out of here," Amara instructs as she throws another spell at a death eater.

Olivia remains frozen in shock, her brain still not adjusting to the sudden attack, but James quickly grabs her wrist, pulling her away as he runs to the door, throwing spells at the death eaters coming towards them. Unlike Olivia, James is fast. He's the exact opposite of her. He's brave and ready to fight at any given moment, and he's protective of those he loves most which just happens to be Olivia and the babies inside her.

He stopped at nothing as he grabbed her wrist tightly, trying to bring her to safety. It's chaos all around. Many students ran to safety while others fought off the death eaters. Olivia can see a Ravenclaw standing in front of a group of terrified third years, throwing spells after spells. She can see a Hufflepuff carrying an unconscious friend on their shoulder, the Prewett twins with their clothes burned and wounds marking their skin yet they stood proudly as they fought off five death eaters, a Slytherin with tears streaming down his face as he stood before what Olivia assumes to be a family member.

Spells were thrown to their direction but James was able to deflect them, until suddenly, he wasn't.

"Bombarda!" was the last thing Olivia hears before she was flown backwards, the ground hitting her skin painfully.

Her head spins as she tries to pull herself up, her eyes blurry as she looks for James. For a moment, she hears nothing but the ringing in her ears as she sits there, her eyes searching. She finally finds his unconscious body laying on the ground. "James!"

There was no response as Olivia struggles to pull herself up, not aware of a cloaked man walking towards her, his face hidden behind a mask Olivia sees her own parents wear multiple times.

"Stupefy!" Screams a shrill voice from behind her before once again, someone grabs Olivia's wrist, forcing her to stand. Her senses quickly come back to her as the screaming quickly fills her ears once more, her eyes focussing on a mess of tangled red hair dragging her behind.

"No, no!" She calls back, trying to pull her hand away. "James! James is--"

But Lily Evans did not care for James Potter. She only cared for Olivia's Kinsley's safety and so she tightened her grip, sending a charm her way. Olivia lifted a few feet above the ground and before she knew it, Lily was dragging her like she weighted nothing.

"Evans!" She calls again. "Let me go! I have to go back to James, please!"

Lily said nothing but the spells that she threw to the death eaters chasing them. She ignored Olivia's continued screaming till they finally reached the border of Hogsmeade, an unoccupied cottage came to view. Lily quickly drags her there, away from the battle behind them.

"What do you think you're doing?" Olivia seethed once she's back on her own two feet.

"Keeping you alive!" Lily screams, mad that this woman was willing to go back and get herself killed. She's mad because Olivia hadn't even realized the tracks of blood that followed her or the deep gush on her cheek. She's mad at the death eaters who hurt children with no remorse.

She's mad because James Potter had one fucking job to do. He had one fucking job and that was to bring Olivia to safety and he couldn't even do that.

"James is probably dying out there!" She cries out, moving towards the door but Lily quickly shuts it with a flick of her wand.

"Do you think I wanted to leave my friends, Olivia?" She yells back. "God knows what's happening to them but if I didn't get you out of there, you'd be dead! You obviously have no idea how to fight. You were sitting there like a fucking duck waiting for the car to hit her. You're so focussed on Potter you hadn't even noticed you're bleeding!"

That was when Olivia noticed the blood dripping from her legs to the floor. She looked up at Lily, helpless as she quickly realized what was going on. Her babies. Oh God, her beautiful babies.

"Lily," she calls, panicking.

The fear in her eyes quickly dissolved Lily's anger as she rushed to the brunette, using her wand to tear the fabric of her shirt, revealing a deep wound by the side of her waist, making Olivia sigh in relief. Lily quickly shrugs off her coat, covering the wound to stop it from bleeding.

"Oh my god," Olivia mutters again and again, her voice shaky.

"It's okay," Lily tries to soothe her. "Calm down. It'll be okay."

"No, no." Olivia shakes her head as her breathing starts becoming heavy. "I'm pregnant, Lily. Fuck. I'm three months pregnant with twins. I can't--"

And in that moment, Lily Evans' world crashed. She knew it before then. She knew she had no chance, but it felt real now. It explains so much. James' sudden protectiveness, Olivia's sudden involvement with the marauders, why they had been so worried when she got sick. God, it makes so much sense, and she knows she had no right, but her heart aches. It hurts so much that she wanted to claw it out of her chest.

But Lily had loved Olivia from afar as soon as she stepped into Hogwarts. She had loved Olivia throughout the years of watching her from afar, the brunette's gaze calculating yet so soft. She smiled as Olivia smiled. Lily watched as she kindly guided the younger years to their classes, quickly realizing that the Slytherin has a weakness for children. Lily watched as she read her book in the library with her hair behind her ear. She watched how Olivia used to take care of her brother, so soft and so much concern yet so firm. Lily spent many nights fantasizing about how it would feel like to be loved back by the one person she truly wanted. And it hurts knowing that she truly have no chance. It hurts knowing Olivia would never feel the same.

But love is not selfish and Lily Evans is perhaps the kindest of them all. Her love is pure, selfless and sure. She would never let her own desires get in the way of Olivia's happiness.

So she took a deep breath before instructing perhaps the love of her life to sit down as she pulled out her wand.

"I know a few healing charms," she says softly. "But I need you to keep still."

Olivia took a deep breath as well as she sat as still as she possibly could, knowing that Lily Evans is a stranger to her and she probably shouldn't trust the woman with her babies' lives, but she had no choice. She'd gamble with the devil if she had to. "Okay."

"Reperifors," Lily mutters softly, her wand pointed at the wound. Lily had to pour all of her magic in the simple spell and she quickly finds herself becoming exhausted as Olivia's wound starts to close.

Olivia groans in pain as her skin stitches back together, but she