Prologue- Unexpected
Flora Moore considered her life rather boring; it was after all the same day in day out. Ever since she was 26 she had run an orphanage in the greater London area, and 17 years on her life was now ruled by routine.
Get up, make sure everyone is fed, send the older children to school, and ensure all chores around the building were done, make sure everyone has dinner and goes to bed at lights out. Little did she know that today was the day that routine would change and it would never be quite the same again.
It was just past eleven when she was woken by a loud hammering on the front door. She rushed to the door praying the noise would not wake anyone else, she opened the door and there on the doorstep stood a handsome young man with black (and slightly too long in Flora's opinion) hair.
Although he looked quite ordinary nobody like him had ever been on that street before, however Flora Moore had no idea of this fact.
"Take her" he said hoarsely "please." He shoved the bundle of blankets that lay in his arms into hers. "Her name is Scarlett, Scarlett Lily Potter. Look after her." his voice cracked as he spoke and Flora looked into his dark eyes, seeing the grief there, the unshed tears.
The man turned and walked down the steps and into the street before disappearing with a crack. Flora blinked wondering if she had finally lost her sanity. Her attention turned to the bundle in her arms seeing the tiny face of the baby girl who stared up at her with huge, bright green eyes.
Nearly 3 years later
A man with a long silver beard sat in a comfy armchair in the corner of the small tower. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore and he was the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was, in fact where he was right now.
As he sat in his armchair reading there was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye, a quill which was sitting in an empty inkpot twitched then floated upwards and towards the book that lay on the desk beside it. This was something that had happened many times over the past few hours, however previously the book would snap shut, as if by magic and the quill would return to its place.
This was the ancient tradition of selection into Hogwarts School, believed to have originated from the Founders themselves. When a child performed magic for the first time it had to be accepted by both the sensitive Quill of Acceptance and the stern, wary Book of Admittance. The greenish–black quill dipped itself in the empty inkpot and began to write, of its own accord, in the book.
Albus Dumbledore stood, set down his copy of Transfiguration Today and stooped over the book, taking care not to touch the leather bound book, reading what was newly written in the strange silver ink. Scarlett Lily Potter aged 3 years and 11 months
Dumbledore left the tower with quick strides shutting and relocking the door behind him. He walked briskly through the well-worn halls of the famous school till he arrived at the entrance to an office, he knocked twice before entering. "Minerva, I have good news, it is as I thought" he said to the woman sitting behind her desk "the Potter girl is alive. And she will be coming to Hogwarts."
A.N. I know a bit cliché, Harry's got a sister but hey I couldn't resist. This is my first Fanfiction, I would really loves some reviews and will hopefully post the next chapter soon. Ciao for now, ImprobableDreams