The Start Of My Story
When I was 8 years old I named myself Sapphire Lilly Potter. I think my parents wanted my first name Lilly, but what happened can't be helped. If I had been called Lilly after my 36-year dead grandmother, I don't think I would of liked the name, it wouldn't of match the names of my triplets Emerald and Ruby. Those names are both jewels, if I had been named a flower would saying the three names together sound like they matched as a three? No. Anyway our youngest sister is named Lilly now.
However the names Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire sounds like those three people belong together, never to be separated. And that's what we are the Potter Triples - inseparable. We all have blue eyes and brownish red hair.
Your probably confused, I would be if I were you. See, I didn't know weather to start from when my parent Harry ad Ginny got married or when me, Emerald and Ruby started our fourth year. Younger brother James in second year. Even younger brother Albus in his first year and Lilly was still too young to go Hogwarts.
Nar, I'll get that later, how I was born is most important.
Just under 5 years after Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort.
I'm ... different. I'm a triplet and identical to both of them but inside I'm just ... unnatural. For one I can remember my babyhood. I can even remember before my babyhood, when I was still growing in my mother's whom. Obviously it's dark, but until you're born you don't really need sight - just your ears. You can hear what is going in the outside world and it makes your unborn body excited to join it. We often heard our father's voice, talking into our mother's belly-button. Of-coarse the clearest voice of all was our mother's. I remember mentally telling my sisters and them telling me back that they couldn't wait to be born and held in her strong loving arms.
What?
I'm not going mad. That's what happened. Those rumors and myths about twins, triplets and so on being able to read each others mind are true. For Witches and Wizards anyway not sure about Muggles or Muggle-borns. Anyway before you decided to be so rude, I was about to say that the sound that made the whom the most peaceful thing of all was our mother's heartbeat, being able to hear her blood pumping through her veins.
"Do you Ginevra Weasley take Harry James Potter to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part?" Asked the vicar of our parent's wedding.
"I do." mum said.
"Then you may kiss the bride." the vicar explained. We were way too young to understand words probably and couldn't see a thing in the darkness of the whom, but we know that they kissed and as they did mother's heartbeat grew faster until the kiss ended. That was on Wednesday 11th April 2003. Dad was 3 mouths and 15 days off being 23 and mother was 4 mouths off being 22. They were happy. They were married and due to have triplet girls on the 1st September the same year.
Mum had the worst 22ed birthday ever, because of me. I know it wasn't really my fault, Draco has drilled that into me enough, it was his father Lucius's - technically speaking my second father. What I'm about to tell you isn't really my memories. When I was 6 I wanted to know how I was born so Draco put his memory of what happened into a flask and showed it to me. This is what I saw.
Draco and his mother Narcissa walked through the their front door down the small corridor and into the living room. It was different though, the sofa, table and chairs were pushed to the side, with sheets all over the floor, a large caldron in the center of the room and Lucius sitting next to the caldron stirring a potion.
"Ah Draco, Narcissa brilliant timing." Lucius said evilly. "Just in time to see me raise as the Dark Lord. Voldemort the Second." he explained as if he were mad.
"Dad!" Draco snapped. "You said you had stopped this you agreed with me that it was insane!" he added.
"But I've found a way, a way to make it really happen. All I need is a child." he explained vaguely.
"Well no offense to mum, but I think she's a little too old to have any more children!"
"Not that type of child Draco!" Narcissa snapped. "We need a female child who is different. Unnatural." she continued, showing she was clearly on her husband side.
"Every child is different no child is unnatural." Draco insisted.
"Even if they are created purely by Magic?" Lucius asked.
"Meaning!" his father muttered a spell to himself and waved his wand, an image like an ultra sound picture appeared were their flat screen t.v on the wall should be.
Seriously why the looks? Can't wizards have flat screen T.V.s just because we are slightly behind the muggles with technologically? Jeez, anyway ...
The image showed three unborn children.
"The Potter Triplets." Narcissa explained.
"Why are you showing me the inside of Ginny Potter's whom?" Draco asked.
"You see that bottom one their?" he asked, pointing at me. I was the bossy triplet the one in charge of the other two. I wanted to be born first so I went closest to the bottom of the whom.
"What about her?" Draco asked.
"She is the closest to the 'exit' of the whom, meaning she'll be born first. She's slightly bigger than her sisters which shows she might the powerful of the three and boss the other two triplets around."
"What has that got anything to do anything?" Draco questioned.
"The girl will have magic used against her, by your father to rip her out the Ginny's whom. Magic will turn her into an 8 year old girl. She will not age until 8 years after birth." Narcissa told her son.
"The pair of you are insane for even thinking about doing that let alone actually committing to it." the already 23 year-old yelled at his parents.
"The potion is done, now all we need is the child. Narcissa restrain him." before Draco had time to think his mother had her arms tightly around him. His father muttered more spells, swished, and flourished his wand.
I was dragged out my mother's whom. The last thing I heard while their wasn't peaceful at all. It was scream. My mother's scream. She had lost me and was now in psychical pain.
Once dragged out a reddish blue bubble was around me and I slowly drifted down into the potion. Their was a small hole in my bubble that allowed the potion in. The moment it touched me I felt a strange tingly feeling. It was like I had pin and needles all over my tiny body. Only I wasn't tiny anymore. I was growing. My protective bubble and the small hole grew with me. It was a lot faster than normal growth, but it still happened slowly. I didn't yet have a sense of time but I think me growing into the 8 year old they wanted took about 40 minutes.
"Your evil. Your mad. Your fucking insane!" I heard Draco yell again and again. I didn't know he who he was yet and his loud aggressive voice scared me. I was far too young to understand what this dark magic was doing to me. "Dad?" I heard Draco question. "Why are you holding a knife?" he added as I heard a rumbling of clothes that Draco trying to free himself.
"The child is a great-granddaughter of muggles, granddaughter of a mudblood. The girls needs our blood to stop her being a filthy half-blood like her father." Lucius freed on of his son's arms. I heard the slash of the knife and a scream of pain from Draco.
While still restrained, he was pulled by his free arm over to my birthplace. When I could see his arm, I saw his face, grey eyes pale pinched face he looked terrified. I had no idea how to tell ages but remembering back he looked very young for 23, his facial expressions - which still make me shiver today - made him look like a child, who had just turned 18.
"The blood of the brother." Lucius explained as he made Draco's blood leak out of his cut and slash into the potion. When Draco's blood dripped into the potion that was slowly pouring into my bubble, it stun. It burned. It hurt. I heard a slash of a knife. And a second. No yell of pain from Draco.
"The blood of the parents." Lucius elucidated as his and Narcissa's blood joined the potion. They made it worse. I was in more pain. All I wanted then was for the pain to end. I wished and begged.
Suddenly, it did end. Yet I was still recovering. I still hurt all over. I cried. Psychically I was an 8 year-year-old, but mentally I was still a baby, so crying was all I could do.
"Shut her up." Lucius snapped.
"You evil Bastards! She's crying!" Draco roared, while rushing over to me. He slowly reached out a shaky hand. He was either aware of my pain or scared about what I was and even then I knew which one was most likely. His hand gently touched my damp cheek. I winced slightly his touch but didn't move away. I had cruelly been stolen from my family yet Draco unintentionally made sure the first the first time I was touched was a kind gesture. Gradually I lifted my arm and loosely held onto his wrist.
"Her name will be Magie. It's German for Magic." Lucius explained.
