She's alive

A man in a long robe and a purple cloak with a long silver beard, blue eyes behind the half-moon spectacles lacking their usual twinkle from them, was walking among the ruins of the destroyed house. One would not believe that only a few hours ago this was a happy family house. The street was so quiet and empty even thought it was the Halloween night.

That family who lived here had had four people in it. A father named James Potter and his beautiful wife Lily. They also had two charming children. Their oldest was a girl named Lucy Lillian Potter and her little brother Harry James Potter.

James had had an unusually unruly black hair and warm brown eyes unlike his wife who had had fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. They had been so different in every way and that what made them so perfect couple. Their children were perfect mix of both of them. Both children had unruly black hair (although Lily always kept saying that Lucy's hair would tame once it got longer) and emerald green eyes.

They were a happy family. And nobody of their neighbors knew they were actually wizards. And that a very dark wizard was after them. They were hiding from him but somehow the dark wizard had found them, even from behind the Fidelius Charm which was supposed to prevent that from happening. But he did find them and he killed them all. Except the youngest, Harry. It was a mystery how a one year old child, one without any extraordinary powers could be the end of the powerful Lord Voldemort. But he was.

Professor Dumbledore, the man in a long robe, had arraigned that the boy would grow up in his aunt's house because she was the only living blood relative the boy had and would as such grant him a perfect protection both magical and muggle one. Hagrid had just dropped Harry, with Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, to Harry's aunt. She would find him in the morning and take care of him until he was old enough to go to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

But now Professor Dumbledore looked at the ruins of the house with a sad eye. He knew the Potters very well, personally if you will, and found them to be an extremely pleasant family. And their children were very well behaved in their age (if you can get pass the fact that James, being an old prankster himself, had already started teaching Lucy some of his brilliant pranks and encouraging her to follow in his footsteps). Lucy had been just three and Harry was one. It was really sad to know that Lucy would not see her fourth birthday and Harry was orphaned at the age of one, never to personally know his family.

Professor Dumbledore walked in to the destroyed house and found James' cold body laying in the middle the hall. His sad blue eyes were shedding tears to his old wrinkled cheeks when he looked at his fallen comrade and friend. He bended down and closed James' open eyes, avoiding his round classes that had somehow stayed on.

He walked upstairs and in to the nursery and finds Lily's body and…something else.

There's a little black haired girl kneeling beside Lily holding Lily's cold hand. She had a pale pink blouse, dark red skirt and white torn stockings that were all pretty dusty and dirty. Her hair was a mess but it always was. Dumbledore's eyes widen when the girl turns her head and shows her teary, green eyes. For a very small moment her eyes flashed in a color of bright blue before returning to their original green color.

''Mommy won't wake up,'' Lucy says to him.

Dumbledore takes one step back holding his heart and looks at her. She had few scratches on her face and one on her knee but apart from them she was completely fine. But how could that be?

''Mr. Dumbledore why doesn't mommy wake up,'' Lucy innocently asks as tears ran down her flushed cheeks. Dumbledore's heart melting at the sight of the little girl bends down and picks her up.

''My dear, she has gone to the better place, where you unfortunately cannot follow,'' Dumbledore explained. She just nods her head as the tears fall quietly down understanding the hidden meaning behind Dumbledore's words.

''Will I ever see her again?'' She asks as she wipes her nose to her sleeve.

''One day, my dear, one day,'' Dumbledore says as he starts to walk away from the room and Lily's stone cold body.

Now he had to figure out where he would place little Lucy. He could not raise her himself. Now that Harry had somehow defeated Lord Voldemort Lucy would be in danger because she was Harry's big sister. The Death Eaters, Voldemort's followers, would not pass the chance to get rid of the last Potters even if just out of spite. So Dumbledore has to keep Lucy's true family a secret so that she can grow up in peace. So she cannot be brought to her aunt Petunia's place. So where to place her?

''Mr. Dumbledore where's Harry? That big man came and took him away. And why is my forehead hurting so much?'' Lucy asks.

''My dear, Harry is at your aunt Petunia's house now. Do not worry he is completely safe. But so that we do not put him or you in danger I cannot take you there. I have to take you someplace else to live. From now on you cannot be Lucy Potter anymore,'' Dumbledore tells her wondering why Lucy's forehead was hurting when she clearly didn't have a scratch on it.

''Then who am I?'' Lucy then asks clearly confused. Dumbledore took a moment to think a good undetectable name for her.

''Your name could be Lucy Addison. Is that alright with you?'' Dumbledore finally asks her.

''Yes, that's fine,'' Lucy says quietly not looking at Dumbledore's eyes.

Professor Dumbledore was in his head going through every family that he knew who could possibly take little Lucy in but none of them seemed fit. The war against Voldemort has taken a toll on every wizarding family in Britain and most didn't either have room or money to take another little child to live with them.

Then he thought the Weasley family. Yes they already had seven children of their own and they weren't the richest ones but nobody was more perfect to raise a child than them. And Lucy would have her inheritance account from Grinngots so money was not a problem. She'd have a good wizarding upbringing and she would have lots of friends. All Dumbledore had to do was go and change Lucy's name so that nobody would find out that she was actually a Potter. They would tell Harry about his sister when he was older.

Dumbledore then apparated from the Potter house to the Weasley house, called the Burrow. It was big many stories high house that was probably held together by magic since it couldn't possibly stay together by anything else.

The yard was a huge mess, there were old car tiers all over the place, the grass was wild and uncut, and though you may not see all the times but there were pesky gnomes in the garden also, but that was how the Weasley's liked it. It always felt like home.

''Now Lucy you must not under any circumstances tell anyone that your real name is Lucy Potter. Do you understand? You name from here on now is Lucy Addison,'' he said gently but seriously looking straight to Lucy's green eyes.

''Yes, Mr. Dumbledore,'' Lucy assured.

Dumbledore then walked to the door and knocked. A moment later tired Arthur Weasley in his pajamas and a wand in hand, opened the door.

''Professor Dumbledore what are you doing here at this hour?'' Mr. Weasley asked in a tired yet surprised voice.

''May I come inside so that I can tell you?'' Dumbledore asks gesturing to the inside of the house. Mr. Weasley nodded and moved out of the way so that Dumbledore may come in.

''Arthur who is it?'' Came the voice of his wife Molly Weasley. She soon came downstairs tying her dressing gown over her pajamas and saw who had come.

''Oh dear, Professor what are you doing here?'' She too asked.

''I came to ask you a favor. This is Lucy Addison,'' Dumbledore said as he put Lucy down. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley just now noticed the little girl he had with him.

''Oh dear, what happened?'' Mrs. Weasley asked as she knelt down to Lucy's level and started looking Lucy's scratches.

''She has recently lost her entire family to the Death Eater attack earlier this day and I was wondering if you could take her in as I do not have a heart to leave her in to the orphanage. She would have full account in the Grinngotts so you would not have to worry about money,'' Dumbledore explained.

''Oh you poor thing. Of course we take her in. Won't we Arthur?'' Mrs. Weasley said threateningly to her husband.

''Of course we do, Molly dear, you don't even have to ask. But doesn't she have any relatives alive?'' Mr. Weasley then asks concerned.

''Not one. She is all alone so I though you would be a perfect family to raise her. If I remember correctly you have twin boys, Fred and George, who are the same age as her,'' Dumbledore says.

''Yes, the boys and Lucy are about the same age. Maybe they could become friends,'' Mrs. Weasley then adds delighted about the idea. They then heard a loud yawn and looking at the source they saw Lucy's eyes barely staying open as she tried to hide her yawn with her hand. Mrs. Weasley then gently picked her up and took her to their guest room upstairs. She took one of her old shirts that would very big for Lucy but would pass as a nightgown for the time being. She then helped Lucy out of her old dirty clothes and change into the shirt and then she tucked Lucy to the bed and gave her a kiss to her forehead. Mrs. Weasley then tip toed out of the room and closed the door behind her leaving the tired girl to sleep in to the room.

When she walked downstairs she founds that Dumbledore had already left. She hugged her husband for she had always wanted a daughter and even though they already had their youngest, Ginny it was tiresome with six boys in the house. Now she had one more daughter to fill her day, be it an adopted one but still.

They both hoped that their children would take her in welcomingly. They would find out in the morning. In the mean time they walked back to their bedroom and went back to sleep.

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