Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he hand his series belong to J.k. Rowling. I don't even own a few of the characters I plan to bring in, as they belong to my friend Myles Darkwood. [aka Blackwingedkitten aka KazumaKitten aka Lex]
Author: xXxMiragexXx
Rating: M / R
Warning: Violence, Strong Language, Blood, Gore, Torture, Murder, Rape, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Non-con, Mind control/warping, BDSM, underage.
Summery: With Voldemort dead, and the one year old Harry Potter nestled in the hands of his Uncle and Aunt in Little Whingeing, Albus returns to the steps of the Potter house hold, wondering what had happened to the daughter of the Potter's who's body hadn't been discovered at the scene of the crime. Was she dead? Or was she kidnapped? What cards of Fate were dictated upon the girl?
Ever waffleing this piece of fan fiction starts out light, however with time realizations always darken outlooks. It will end up a very dark fic.
A/N: Well this is it. My very first work of fanfiction has begun the process of being rewritten and reposted here on fanfic. I'm actually very happy to be able to bring it to it's conclusion, especially now that the Harry Potter Series itself has reached it's end. [much to my displeasure]
I hope that you enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it thus far.
I would also like to say that imput into future events would be welcomed with open arms, and any question's given will be answered. If not by me, then by future chapters as they are added.
Recent events have left me with a large hunk of time, later down the road, that is missing ideas to push forward the plot, and so any ideas when I draw closer to those events would be lovely.
Ember of a Flame :: Rewritten
Chapter 1 :: Trick-Or-Treat
Little bird, little bird,
Where have you gone?
Fallen from your nest,
When your first flight went so very, very wrong?
It was so simple… just one goal…. one kill… but it had gone awry…. She couldn't do it… she just couldn't… She couldn't bring herself to kill the one person she had wanted to be with since her childhood, the person whom she tried to look after when she was able to sneak away from home. She couldn't do it, not even when it was ordered. She couldn't kill him, even while the spell upon her was in place… She couldn't kill him… she couldn't kill her baby brother.
Krystal felt the breeze flowing through her hair as she stood on the edge of a stone balcony. She had to make everything stop, her feelings did nothing but cause her pain. All that she had to do was take one more step and it would be over. The pain, the hurt, it would all have vanished, nothing more than a long forgotten memory, no longer would she be a toy, the source of amusement of the pure-blooded ranks. She would be free, able to spread her tiny wings and soar.
Freedom would come, the kind of freedom that came with the feeling of wind. The breeze flowing through her light ginger hair, that for so long had been dyed black and shimmering emerald eyes, that had been hidden by a deep blue, would be relaxed, closed lightly as she enjoyed the flight. That was all that the young woman wanted now, to be free.
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It had been a long night of going trick-or-treating with their god-fathers, and Remus was quite happy for it to be over. The night had started out interesting to say the least. All Hallows Eve, a night where if one were to dress in the robes of a wizard, you would blend in as if you were nothing. For this the werewolf was thankful. He and Sirius had gone to the residence of their dear friends Lily and James so that they may take their children out for a night of fun, seeing as the two parents were on the top of the Dark Lord's hit list; they couldn't bring the children out themselves. Their secret hiding place was so well kept that their children had been able to live hidden away from the world, out of the eyes of the Death Eaters that wanted their parent's as well as young Harry destroyed.
Lily had been pitching a fit about letting Harry go out with the two men with the world in the current state that it was in. However James spent the better half of a week trying to convince her it would be fine. Their argument concluding in the idea that if young D'artagnan, as well as his parents, Albus and Minerva, went with the group, then they would be safe for the night. After all, how bad could it be if the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world went trick-or-treating with three children and 3 other adults in a mainly muggle neighborhood that was nearby? [Since of course going door to door in Godrics Hollow itself, a mainly wizarding community, would be ridiculous.] Though in all actuality it would be 4 other adults, however one of them, the Potter children's 'uncle' as he was known by, preferred to keep a low profile sticking to transforming himself into the shape of a black cat, known to the children as 'Damian', in order to keep a protective eye on the two and keep them safe guarded from any possible Death Eaters who might attack them, two in particular came to mind, yet he planned to keep them out of his mind, at least for this night.
This night was Harry's first Halloween, well the first that he would be dressed up for. Lily had made him an adorable Pumpkin costume that she thought made her son look like the most precious one-year-old she had ever seen. Though little baby Harry didn't seemed as thrilled as his mother did with the idea of him looking like a round orange basket ball, and was fidgeting and whining from the moment she brought him out into the small living room in the costume. Unlike her brother, young Krystal was thrilled to be going out for the evening. She was skipping about gleefully in her little 'witch' costume waving a small stick about pretending it was her magic wand. Lily couldn't help but laugh at the sight, but James was thoroughly confused at the costume. After all unlike his muggle-born wife, he had been raised without the idea dressing up like something he already was. After all, why would a wizard or witch dress as one for a holiday where the point was to dress as something that wasn't anything like who you truly were? Some things he still didn't understand. He still found that it was still amusing nonetheless to see his daughter so giggly and happy to be going out. That was until she started whining about those who were going to come with them on their exploits being late, and that she wanted to get going already.
"Krystal, honey calm down, they'll be here any minute. Minerva is probably just trying to finish up getting Dart into his costume, and Sirius is probably still attempting to make Moony wear one, even though Moony has sworn to Merlin up and down that he would never be caught dead in one." James spoke trying to calm the impatient five-year-old, laughing a little at the last comment he had made. It was true after all, no matter how many times Sirius tried, Remus refused to ever wear a costume on Halloween.
"But I want Dart to be here noooooaaaaawwwwww!" the little girl whined back as she grew more impatient for her friend to arrive.
"Well you have to waaaaaaiiit!" he replied mocking the girl to get her to stop with a large grin on his face. Krystal didn't like the idea of being made fun of by her father and so quieted down, a most unfitting pout upon her lips. James just sighed, there was no pleasing the young girl when she had a thought in her head; he hoped that as she got older she would grow out of it.
Not even ten minutes later two knocks came to the door, followed by a third knock precisely seven seconds after the first two that sounded more as though someone had banged the side of their fist against the door rather than a knock with one's knuckles as the first two had been. "Ah that would be Sirus and Remus." Lily chimed as she walked towards the door with her little pumpkin in tow. James though was still apprehensive, and had his wand in hand as his wife opened the door to his friends. "You two are late you know." she scolded them with a kind smile, "Krystal has become quite impatient because of you two." She added as she led the pair into the living room.
Surprising to the lot of them, Remus was actually in costume this year, the werewolf was in pirate garb, and his counterpart, Sirius, was dress as a werewolf in Moony's stead, much to Moony's displeasure. "Arrrg me hearty's!" Remus greeted James as well as Lily. "We be here to take the fair prince and young maiden that be in yur possession." He added scooping up little Krystal in his arms, hearing her god-father speak in such an unfitting manner was amusing and she was already giggling up a storm. James laughed aloud as well.
"Remy Remy! You're so silly! I'm no princess this year! Im'a witch!" Krystal replied simply. Sirius, just as James had been, was confused by the girl's words. Remus however understood without batting an eyelash.
"I see I see! You're pretending to be a big strong witch just like how your mother is!" he replied with a smile as he held the little girl up over his head before leaning up to blow her stomach. He planned on spoiling her while he still could, for soon she would be too old to be lifted up, and given piggy back rides to, though considering she was still small for her age, that might actually be quite a while.
The simple response he got back was "Yup! Just like Mama! I'm going to be just like Mama and Papa when I grow up!" the proud parents just beamed at the girl as she said that, meanwhile Sirius had snuck over to Lily's side to start a game of peek-a-boo with his Godson, young Harry became quite enthralled by the game of wondering where his disappearing godfather was going.
After Lily handed her son over to Sirius she headed back up to his room to get a baby bag ready for the group to take with them, leaving little Harry with his God father. "You know Harry… being dressed like a pumpkin makes you look like a big basket ball… I think you would look cuter as a puppy." he pondered aloud as he looked at the little baby who looked like a basket ball more than a pumpkin. Sadly for him, the moment he tried to take off the little hat that smothered the little tuft of black on the boy's head, Harry started balling and crying and screaming and squirming. "AHHHH! REMUS HELP! I BROKE HIM!" came from Sirus at such a reaction from little Harry. The grown man sounded positively frantic, now just what had he done wrong to make Harry wail?
To this Remus just sighed and sat Krystal down and walked over to the two, while James had just fallen out of his chair in a fit of laughter. "Sirius… what did you do now?" Remus muttered under his breath as he sat down next to the man and took the little boy away from Sirius and into his own arms. Both men became surprised by the reaction Harry had to being taken from Sirus. The little boy instantly had become silent and content again.
"Remus… how did you do that?" Sirius questioned with awe in his voice, as if there was some sort of magic trick behind how he made the boy calm down.
Remus however had been just as stunned "I… guess he just likes me better than you?" sputtered out, however Sirius just saw this as a challenge. He gently tried to pick Harry up again and put him on his lap. The moment he was taken from Remus however Harry started crying again, making Sirius flustered and upset that his god son apparently didn't like being held by him right now. Remus picked Harry back up, taking him from Sirius, and gently bouncing him on his lap to keep the little boy content as Sirius began to pout and of course the boy's father had just been laughing at the entire spectacle.
Sometime during the scene, as the group still waited for the Dumbledore's to arrive, Lukas, or rather the little black cat Damian, found his way down stairs from Krystal's room where he was napping. "Dammy! Dammy! Dammy's awake!" Krystal cheered as she ran over to her uncle and pick the cat up, or at least attempt to as Lukas was a large fully grown cat, while Krystal, well she was still very small for her age. After a short minute she had to put him back down, when she did she received a thankful lick to her cheek. Lukas loved his niece to bits, but when she tired to pick him up all the time it was quite uncomfortable for him. "Your coming with us tonight right Dammy?" she asked the cat only to receive a nod, to which she squealed happily.
Another two knocks came from the door, followed by a third pound promptly seven seconds later. "Well that would be Minerva and Albus, time to get going everyone." She said mainly to try and obtain Remus' attention, which was still focused on doting over Harry, who was now sitting on the werewolf's lap bouncing up and down on his leg. Lily slowly opened the door; James once again had his wand at the ready, only to pocket it as soon as the elder wizard as well as his wife and son entered in to their household. "Good evening Albus, Minerva." She greeted to each of them. Albus was dressed in an Auror uniform, with what appeared to be an aging charm placed upon him to reverse his age around that of someone in their late forties, his hair was a bloody, yet slightly rusted red, and he was clean shaven, save a small bit of red scruff on his chin, and his eyes were still just as bright of a blue as they always were. Lily almost hadn't recognized the man if it weren't for the fact that he had come along with an annoyed D'artagnan, who was dressed up as a Musketeer, just like his name sake. As well as, Minerva who was only wearing a pair of cat ears to be her costume. "And hello to you Dart! My don't you look handsome!" She complemented the young boy, as he did look very dapper in the large feathered hat.
A small mumbling could be heard in response from Dart, but no clear words. He wasn't as happy as his mother and Lily were for him to be wearing the costume, after all who would want to dress as a musketeer if they were already named after one? To the young seven year old it was actually embarrassing.
Krystal had yet to notice the newcomers arrive as she was to busy playing with her uncle, rubbing his belly as the cat sprawled out on the floor purring loudly. Sirius however crept up behind the girl and poked her shoulder then when she looked up, pointed towards the door, a mischievous look on his face, he knew the moment she saw Albus and Dart she'd squeal in happiness. Which she did before running from Luke who looked unhappily up at Sirius, he may have not liked when Krystal picked him up, but the man did still enjoy getting belly rubs when he was in this form. Sirius just shook his head and took over where Krystal had left off making Luke a happy cat once more.
"Dumbly! Dart!" Was all that could be heard before one large hat went flying upwards and D'artagnan found himself to be quite good friends with the floor while being tackle-hugged by little Krystal who was giggling uncontrollably.
"Hey… Kry…" He muttered through the carpeting. "I see… that you've… missed me?" though that was an understatement. She hadn't seen D'artagnan in almost two months now. He lived at Hogwarts with his parents, which meant during the school year she couldn't see him unless it was a special occasion like this.
"Uh-huh! I missed you lots!" she said enthusiastically as she snuggled her cheek up into his costume, by this point the shy young boy was a bright shade of red. He tried to look up to his father for some assistance, which he was happily received when he felt the weight lifted off of him as Albus picked up Krystal and held her for a moment. "Dumbly!" the small ginger cried happily as she hugged him around the neck. "You look all different with your fluffy beard gone." she commented noticing the difference, but she had recognized those same unmistakable blue eyes.
The elder man gently swept a hand through the small girl's hair and gave a light chuckle, "Yes but it will only be gone for this night, and this alone." he explained. He wouldn't give an overly complicated answer, as it would only confuse her, but there were some magic's that he knew that would allow him to have such temporary, yet drastic changes.
This answer seemed to suffice to the small girl as she just smiled and nodded, "Good 'cause I like your beard!" she replied as the group began to head to the door. Remus with Harry in his arms, Albus with Krystal in his, Sirius holding Luke, just because he could, and Minerva and D'artagnan following behind. Lily and James waved the group off after giving Remus the baby bag, and the kids their trick or treat bags. Harry's of course was very tiny, since his two parents didn't plan on letting him eat any of it in the first place since he was still too young.
It was a long night, a wonderful night, but a long one. Even if it was all said and done by eight-o-clock, that didn't include the three hours that Krystal and Dart spent on the living room floor trading candy, while the adults conversed about the most random things, staring at Quidditch and which team was best then going to the more recent events of the war, while the children were distracted, then ending with an argument between James and Sirius over when and whom would be teaching Harry how to fly a broom. Of course the argument ended when Lily smacked them both upside the head and outright told them that Harry wasn't to set foot on a real broom until he was at Hogwarts, not really counting the mini-broom that Sirus had given the boy for his birthday, though she hadn't let Harry play with that gift since that day of running about chasing the small child on the broom. Both men were disappointed, but knew better then to pick a fight with Lily, for that was a fight that no one could win.
Soon though it was time for the group to depart. They left in groups of three. Albus, Minerva, as well as D'artangan were the first to depart, much to Krystal's displeasure, and slight tantrum, that her father soon quelled by pulling the girl into his arms. Then left the group of Remus and Sirius twenty-four minutes after the first group, Lukas however left with them, it was rarely ever that he spent the night, weather it be human or in cat form. The family was used to this and so even Krystal didn't make a fuss of the cat taking his leave, to her, he was just a cat that came and go as he pleased. She was to young to really understand that the cat and her uncle were one and the same person just yet.
With the group gone came the next challenge of the night. Getting both siblings out of their costumes and getting them tucked away into bed. This was also something that couldn't be done with out one, the other, or perhaps both throwing a fit. Lily took charge of Harry whom she got changed and into his pajamas without much of a fuss. Then laid down into his bassinet, where the boy yawned as he was pulled off to dream land. The day had tuckered the one-year old out, so many people, so many places, so much walking, that he didn't have to do. "There's a good boy Harry," Lily spoke softly as she tucked the boy in. "Sleep well, and sweet dreams, love." she added a kiss to the top of her boy's head before heading back down stairs to see how her husband was fairing with their daughter.
Before the Lily was even able to reach the foot of the steps she heard a shout from James. "Lily! Take Harry and Run!" could be heard shouted up at her, as she made it half way down the stair case, something was wrong, she wanted to go down and be right alongside her husband, but the commanding tone in his voice made a fearful thought come to her mind. Tonight, what the couple had feared most was coming to pass.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was baring down their doorstep. And down stairs, James and Krystal were trapped in the thick of it. Quickly Lily hurried back up the steps to Harry, leaving her husband and daughter down in the fray. Long ago they had made this decision. Whomever was able to, would leave the other in order to protect their little boy, their little boy who was meant to one day defeat the Dark Lord, and save the wizarding world. In this case though, it also meant leaving their daughter behind.
A/N: Well there you have it, that would be the end of the first chapter. It's not as long as I originally intended, but I broke chapter one apart and only the first third of it was put into being the first chapter. The rest will become the second chapter, which I hope to post next week, lest things happen to obstruct my posting.
Just a little note: That poem at the beginning is a bit of my own work, and I think it sums up the majority of the plot. Though I hope to make more little diddys like that at the beginning of each chapter to imply what kind of turns might occur in that particular chapter.
Until next time,
~Mira