The Angels Saga

Angels of Love

The Infancy of Lucy Potter

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Story One

'The Birth & Naming of Lucy Potter'

'The heat is starting to become too much, James. Merlin's Grimoire is coveted too much now by he who shall not be named. It's too much heat. I fear for my life. I fear for Caroline's life. And it would be best if I left you and Lily and little Harry be. I have to go now,' said David Potter.

'If you have to,' said James, looking down at the sleeping little Harry Potter in his cradle. 'But remember – we're always family. You always have sanctuary with me.'

David Potter looked down at Harry. 'Maybe we'll meet again, one day, little Harry. Maybe one day.' And David Potter, leaving James and Lily Potter's house, and their young sleeping Harry, stole away in the night.

'It's rumbling again,' said Caroline.

'It's not the Grimoire which actually rumbles,' said David, as they drove along the dirt track. 'It's the magical aether around it. Every witch and wizard in the old world would want to get their hands on this book. It contains secrets – deep and dark secrets – secrets which have the power to unravel the magical world itself. From one of Slytherin's most respected wizards.'

'And he who shall not be named wishes it from you.'

'I think he knows I have it. He has probably always known,' said David. 'Which is why we must hide away. Up north. In the highlands. Away from Hogwarts and the community. Were it's even colder, and the snow gets black on the road in winters. Were Voldemort will never find us.'

'We hope,' said Caroline Potter.

And, as the car veered northwards, coming onto a major road, David Potter kept that hope deep, deep in his heart.

* * * * *

'It's a girl,' said the midwife.

'Oh, wonderful,' said Caroline.

'Drat,' said David.

'David. After the hell I've just been through. Give me my baby,' said Caroline. The midwife finished wiping off the afterbirth away from the child, and wrapped it in a blanket, handing her to Caroline.

'My little baby. My little darling,' said Caroline, cradling the child. Caroline looked at David. 'I know you had your heart set on a son. But we got a girl. And you should be proud.'

David put out his hand and caressed the baby's head. 'Never prouder, Caroline. Never prouder.'

The family was in the midwife's home for the next couple of days, but soon were returned to their own home. Caroline's motherly instincts took over, as David continued with his forestry work, cutting down pine trees in the pine plantation for his company he was part of. It was not exactly wizards work, but they needed to do something, even though they had money, and witchcraft and wizardry was out of the question at this time. David was always a bit of a man about things, and took up work cutting down trees for wood. It kept him busy, but they always feared that someone would pass on his details and word would get out. He was officially David Smith at this time, a pseudonym to hide their identity, and David had grown a beard and moustache, and wore a cap, so that he looked different. He also dressed in rugged workman gear, and was a different man. Caroline had also noticed his muscular new physique forming from all the hard labour and, as a woman, that was not necessarily that disappointing. But David was a Wizard and Caroline was a muggle student of the New Age, who had met David at a gathering, and magic was in the blood – literally. So, as days passed by, David continued his studies in magical things, and the Grimoire of Merline was looked through on more than one occasion. It was a deathly tome with deathly things. Powerful things. Dangerous things. Things which drew on the dark elements of magic and used them to accomplish dark deeds. The very thing Voldemort craved the book and its knowledge for.

'Meow,' said the little girl to the cat. The girl was 3 years old, and still unnamed. She was just their daughter.

'You like cats, do you little one,' said David, her father.

The child nodded. 'Can I name it?' she asked.

'Whatever you like,' replied David.

'I'll name you Tinkerbell,' said the girl.

'How appropriate,' said Lucy Dupre.

'Lucy,' said Caroline. 'We are eternally grateful you have come to see us, but it's a concern. We don't really want anyone else knowing where we are. David and I felt it was best we stayed connected, but it has to be secretive. Can't let anyone else know.'

'Of course,'replied Lucy Dupre. She looked at the little girl. 'That's just like me. Interest in cats. All witches need a cat. Or an Owl.'

'I like cats,' said the girl.

'Whatever are you going to name her?' asked Lucy Dupre.

'We're still mulling that over,' replied David. 'It's taken a while.'

'Come here little girl,' said Lucy Dupre.

The girl came and sat on Lucy Dupre's knee. 'Now listen, little Lucy Potter. I will gift you with a gift of magic. An Animistic Charm which will be with you always.'

Lucy Dupre took out her wand, and placed it on the girl's forehead. The she started mumbling something softly, and the room started humming and sparks were in the air. Then Lucy Dupre stopped and the girl was sleeping on her knee.

'Lucy Potter?' queried David.

'Oh, you know,' replied Lucy Dupre.

'Lucy Potter it is then,' said Caroline. 'It's as good as any name.'

Lucy Dupre looked down at the little child which had just received her blessing. Anima. An excellent gift to start with.

'Well, it's getting on a bit, and I'd better be going,' said Lucy Dupre.

'Remember, nobody must know where we are,' said David. 'The heat on our family at the moment is incredible. Dark powers want Merlin's book, and we can't afford to take any chances.'

'I understand,' replied Lucy Dupre. She looked at the girl and carefully placed her on the lounge. She straightened herself up. 'Till we meet again, little Lucy Potter.'

Lucy Dupre left, and David stood above his daughter. 'Little Lucy Potter,' he said proudly.

'A name at last,' replied Caroline.

The End