You were the youngest of the Hargreeves siblings, a small, bright spark in a family full of chaos, powers, and complicated pasts. A little girl in a household where every day could be dangerous, your presence softened even the hardest of hearts.

Vanya watched you with quiet concern, careful that your day never got too loud or overwhelming. Every step you took, she made sure it was safe.

Luther hovered nearby, towering and protective, ready to scoop you up at the first sign of danger. His strength meant nothing could touch you without him noticing.

Diego tightened his grip on his knives a little more whenever someone approached you too quickly, eyes scanning for threats like a hawk.

Allison whispered encouragements, gently guiding you, her voice steady, magical. If you ever doubted yourself, she would remind you that your little presence carried power in its own way.

Klaus flitted around, making faces and trying to make you laugh, though he was always alert for anything that might hurt you.

Five, despite his usual cold, calculating demeanor, kept a careful eye on you, always two steps ahead, analyzing every possible threat. Time travel couldn’t protect you if something unforeseen happened—but he was doing everything he could.

Even Ben, though gone in the physical world, lingered in shadows, watching and protecting from beyond. His ghostly presence made you safer than you could ever know.

You were small, but your arrival brought them together. They bickered, argued, and fought as always—but whenever it came to you, there was no question. They would do anything, bend any rule, risk any danger to keep you safe.

Even in a family fractured by powers, time, and tragedy, you were the one they protected above all else.

And though you were just a little girl, everyone knew one thing: with all of them watching over you, nothing could touch you without facing every Hargreeves in the process.