Mavis's earliest memories were filled with warmth—the glow of the hearth, the soft lull of her parents' voices, and the smell of fresh bread and flowers in the Potter household. She adored them both: Lily's laughter, always bright and gentle, and James's playful antics that could make even the gloomiest day feel magical. Though still a toddler, Mavis felt an unshakable bond with them, as if their love alone could shield her from the world's cruelties.
To Mavis there was a downside of being reborn as a baby when you're mentally 18 years old; you don't know awkwardness unless you've soiled yourself and have your dad change you soiled nappy. Never mind the fact that you can't control getting soiled. Trying to be able to move on your own was hard enough.
At Godric's Hollow, the days were simple and happy. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, friends of her parents, treated her like one of their own whenever they visited. Sirius, always mischievous, would lift her onto his shoulders, making her giggle with delight as he spun her in circles. Remus, gentler, would sit with her for hours, reading stories or explaining small bits of magic with patience and care. They were her protectors, her confidants, uncles and in the quiet hours of early evening, she sometimes nestled between them, feeling safe and cherished.
James would joke that his daughter seems to like her uncles more than him. But Mavis made sure to assure her parents that she loved when she first said 'mama' and then 'dada' for the first time. But when she said 'love mama and dada!'. The Potters, Sirius and Remus cried with tears of joy.
But not everyone could claim such affection. Peter Pettigrew, with his fawning smile and sly eyes, unsettled her. There was something in him, a slithering unease, that made her small heart race. Even at her young age, Mavis could sense his duplicity, and she avoided him whenever possible, clinging tighter to her parents, Sirius or Remus or cry really loud whenever he drew near. She knew that he would cause her parents' death and she will never forgive him for that, nor will she forget.
She also met Alaric and Elarisse Silverthorne, friends of her parents who often visited Godric's Hollow. They were kind, distant cousins in spirit, and Mavis always felt a quiet curiosity about them—something in their calm strength reminded her of her grandparents from her previous life.
Then, one night, the peaceful hum of the village shattered.
A figure, tall and shadowed, appeared outside the Potter home, and Mavis sensed immediately that something was wrong. She remembered Lily's warning: the world could be cruel, and some people craved power above all else. Before she could fully understand, screams pierced the night.
"The wards! We've been betrayed!" Lily gasped.
"It's him! Go, run! I'll hold him off!" James shouts to Lily, who had yet to move when she stood. "Lily! Take Mavis and go!"
Her parents moved with speed and courage Mavis had never witnessed before. Lily ran to the second floor and just as she reached the door to the nursery, they catch a glimpse of green light, followed by the sound of something falling on the floor.
"James!" Lily gasped.
Mavis, tiny and frightened, clutched at Lily's robes as her mother chanted a spell, a protective light blooming around her. She puts Mavis in her crib before kneeling and looking at her with watery eyes.
"Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you, Mavis." She stands and kisses Mavis's forehead before turning around, facing the door.
"Love mommy and daddy!" Mavis screamed as she tried to reach out to her.
Lily looked at her with a watery smile.
BOOM!
The door exploded and there he stood. A black cloak on him, his skin pale almost ashy and nails like claws. He didn't have lips, nose or hair. Mavis then looked at his eyes before quickly looking away. Blood red eyes.
Voldemort.
Mavis heard her mom beg him to spare Mavis and take her instead. He told her to move aside, and when she refused, he lifted his wand and uttered that curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light hit her mother square in the chest and as she fell, Voldemort laughed.
Tears kept falling from Mavis's eyes, looking down at her now dead mother. He walked over her mother towards Mavis.
"This is the child said to vanquish me? How laughable. You have no power to do so, then again no one has the power to defeat me. Goodbye Mavis Potter." Raising his wand, Mavis glance at it before returning her gaze at him.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The curse heads towards Mavis and a bright light surrounds her making the room fill with searing brightness. Voldemort screams in pain and Mavis does too. Her forehead feeling like it was on fire and going to explode. Mavis watched, wide-eyed, as the shadow of Voldemort recoiled, faltered, and then vanished. Silence followed—terrible, suffocating, complete.
Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards the nursery and saw a familiar person who she hadn't met when she was born, but only in the films: Severus Snape.
Mavis turned her gaze and saw Severus Snape, pale and trembling, falling to his knees, holding Lily's body. His tears fell freely, and Mavis could not comprehend why someone would be so cruel as to take away someone so kind. Severus's eyes met hers for a fleeting second, heavy with regret and warning, before he rose, sensing something approaching. Then he ran out of the nursery.
The door burst open. Sirius, disheveled and furious, and Hagrid, towering and horrified, entered at once. Both froze at the scene before them—Lily Potter, gone. Sirius's fists clenched, his knuckles white, and Mavis felt his rage ripple through the air. Hagrid's voice trembled as he gently knelt beside her crib.
"Come on, little one," Hagrid said softly, lifting her into his massive arms. His warmth was a lifeline, and for the first time that night, Mavis felt something solid to hold onto. "We'll get you somewhere safe."
Sirius turned sharply, eyes blazing, and darted back toward the shadows. "He's getting away," he growled. "Pettigrew—he's not done yet."
Mavis could only watch as her world seemed to crumble, the people she loved most ripped from her tiny grasp. But in Hagrid's arms, she felt the faintest promise of safety, a flicker of hope in the darkness. The Godric's Hollow night was heavy with sorrow, but it was also a night of survival—a night that would mark the beginning of her extraordinary destiny.21Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsCaG6FgkON
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