Lost Hearts

Prologue

One year old Brielle Anna Anderson watched as her parents fought again. She was an only child, and a half-blood witch. Her mother always yelled at her father over the child's accidental magic. Today she had turned her hair from brown to blonde. And she just exploded, saying she 'couldn't deal with living with that thing anymore.' She watched as her father explained that he'll pack her stuff and leave her with someone he could rely on. She crawled upstairs and went to bed. And a few hours later, her father went upstairs and watched her sleeping, knelt next to her bed and stroked her now blonde hair. He regretted that he was really going to do this. But at least she would be with someone who would take care of her.

He picks up his daughter, wrapping her up in her blankets, picked her up, making her bags hover beside her. He closed his eyes and apparated with his daughter and her appeared on the end of the street and walked towards the house. He stopped on the front steps of Potter Manor and slowly set down the small child. He kissed her forehead and watched as he slowly turned her curls back to brown. He put a note inside of he blankets, addressed to his work-mate, Harry Potter. He knew he could trust Potter, he had two sons, James and Albus, James 2, and Albus 1. I had met the boys, and it seemed they were determined for a younger sister. He walked back to the end of the street, leaving his sleeping daughter there, to be alone until the morning.

The next morning, Ginny Potter was awoken by a small girls sobs, and they were from near their house. She slowly managed to crawl out of her husbands arms and went downstairs. She went closer to the front door, hearing the cries grow louder. She opened the door to find a young girl, a few months younger than Albus, wake, sobbing softly at the unknown surroundings. She immediately felt pity for the girl and picked her up, rocking her into calmness, finding the bags outside of the door, she became worried, but not wanting to put her down, she placed a hover charm on the bags, and let them float just inside the door, slowly closed it. And walked upstairs to her husband, Harry, to ask what had happened. If he knew.

She walked to her bedroom and set the child on her side of the bed and slowly shook Harry.
'Harry, love, please wake up. We need to talk.' She watched as her husbands warm, green eyes opened.
'What is it Gin?' He said with his husky, sleepy voice.
'Well, I found a child outside this morning. And she reminds me of one of your work , Craig Anderson. The one who can't seem to get along with his muggle I was wondering if this little girl was his. She was outside our door with her things.' Harry shot right up, and saw the little girl, gurgling next to him. She new that Ginny was right. But Craig loved that little girl, why would he just leave her?

Harry stared at the little girl, with her brown curls, and pale blue eyes. She was really an Anderson. She gurgled up at him. He grinned.
'What do you want to do, Gin?' She blushed slightly, looking down.
'Can we keep her Harry. Oh, could we please?' He knew he couldn't deny his wife anything. He grinned.
'Of course, Ginny Dear.' The second he said that she picked up the little girl, spinning her around. In that moment, James and Albus Potter, walking in, half asleep.
'Mommy, why are wou yelling!' Albus said, grumpily, still half asleep. While James bounded over to his mother, pulling on her leg.
'Is that my little sister! Do I finally get a little sister! YOU DIDN'T EAT HER THIS TIME MOMMY! Mommy, whats her name!' Her said, excitedly. Harry got up, picking up the little boys and put them on the bed shaking his head.
'They are definitely your sons Ginny.' He said, ginning. Ginny put Brielle down next to the boys and looked at them, firmly.
'Now boys. This is Brielle. You do not need to call her sister if you do not want to. She is though. She is not related to either of you. Brielle is a few months younger than you Abie.' He looked up at er, finally having gotten hold of the situation.
'And, you both need to be nice to her. Okay boys?' They both nodded excitedly.

James started to jump on the bed, grinning. And the little girl smiled a toothless smile at him. He grinned, jumping down and hugged her close.
'Mummy! I'll share my room with the baby!' Albus frowned at him.
'No! I will Mommy! Shes closer to my age!'
'She likes me better!'
'Nah uh!
'Ya-uh!
'Stop it both of you!

Brielle had burst into tears they both stopped talking, the most apologetic look in their eyes. Albus jumped down and stared at her, whimpering.
'I sorry I yell Bielle.' He said, looking so sad. James was not hesitant to compete with him though.
'I sorrier Bielle.' Ginny threw them both a look that just plainly told them to be quiet, as she rocked the girl until she was happy again. Then she said something no one would forget.
'Breakfast time!' All of a sudden all of the boys were running downstairs to the kitchen, so Ginny picked up Brielle and walked downstairs. She made the boys breakfast, and gave Brielle a warm bottle of milk, after conjuring a high chair for her. She walked to the hallway where she left her bags and pulled them into the kitchen, so the others could see. She set one down and opened it. She saw a bunch of pink, girly, clothes. She smiled at this. She saw a few little blankets, and she saw a teddy bear, this was when she heard one strained word leave the baby's mouth.
'Beary! Beary! Beary!' She was holding out her arms, a wanting look on her face. Ginny smiled at this and walked over to the pleading child and gave her the bear.

Ginny smiled at the adoring looks Albus and James gave her. They would be the best big brothers ever, she just knew it.