None of the Harry potter characters belong to me. All the characters names
you do not recognize from the books are mine and mine only.
The little baby girl gurgled as the light brown wicker basket that she laid
in surrounded by blankets was placed on the top stone step of an orphanage. The woman could hear the soft pittar patter of the rain on the roof of the building. The night was cool and calm and nobody noticed the woman and her lover looking at the baby girl in the basket.
The baby's eyes were a beautiful sea blue and they shone brightly in the light coming from a street lamp just outside the shelter of the entrance to the orphanage. Her short silvery blond hair, which was ruffled from the baby girl moving in the basket, stood out against the soft pink colour of the warm blankets. This baby was a special baby. She was one of a kind and no matter were you looked you would never find another like her. She was the one.
The woman looked sorrowfully and the basket where her and her lover's special daughter lay and felt tears gather in her eyes. She hated that she couldn't keep her baby but it was too dangerous for her to be with them. She knelt down on the step and placed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter's head. The baby watched her do so and then gurgled softly. The tall man with brilliant green eyes and dark hair did the same and then stood up next to the woman. The baby girl moved her arms a little as if to get comfy and then she closed her eyes. The woman felt that would be the last time she would see those wonderfully bright sea coloured eyes and that pretty little pale face. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she wiped it away with her hand.
She and her lover watched the baby slowly drift off to sleep in her basket her light breathing hardly disturbing the silence around them. She would be safe here with the muggles. They would find her a nice safe muggle home to go to where she would grow up happy and safe. That was what was best for their daughter even if they could never see her again. They would do anything to make her happy.
The woman turned her back on the baby more tears sliding down her cheeks and the man did the same. She didn't want to take one last look at her baby because she felt if she did she would never be able to let her go. She walked quietly down the steps holding her lovers hand and together they crossed the road and disappeared into the shadows leaving the baby alone on the doorstep in the middle of the night.
When the old muggle woman opened the door to the orphanage the next morning to run some errands she had the shock of her life. A baby girl lay safe and snugly sound asleep in a wicker basket surrounded by pink blankets. The woman picked up the basket and noticed there was a note. She carried the baby inside and laid her basket on a table as the woman ripped open the letter and read:
To whom this may concern,
We cannot look after our baby girl. We wish for her to be happy and safe and we cannot provide that. Please make sure she finds a happy home and is safe and well. Never tell her about this. We ask only one other thing, that you call her Kila Thornton. Thank you.
The old woman read the letter again and the looked at the baby. She was still asleep and she looked peaceful. The old woman would do what the letter asked. She would take care of Kila Thornton.
So what do you think? I'm going to try and make this the best story I have ever written so I am going to be spending a lot of time on it and make it as good as possible. I could make it even better if I had reviews so please review even if you hate it! Harry and the others are going to be in the next chapter, which will be up very soon! Thanx!
The little baby girl gurgled as the light brown wicker basket that she laid
in surrounded by blankets was placed on the top stone step of an orphanage. The woman could hear the soft pittar patter of the rain on the roof of the building. The night was cool and calm and nobody noticed the woman and her lover looking at the baby girl in the basket.
The baby's eyes were a beautiful sea blue and they shone brightly in the light coming from a street lamp just outside the shelter of the entrance to the orphanage. Her short silvery blond hair, which was ruffled from the baby girl moving in the basket, stood out against the soft pink colour of the warm blankets. This baby was a special baby. She was one of a kind and no matter were you looked you would never find another like her. She was the one.
The woman looked sorrowfully and the basket where her and her lover's special daughter lay and felt tears gather in her eyes. She hated that she couldn't keep her baby but it was too dangerous for her to be with them. She knelt down on the step and placed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter's head. The baby watched her do so and then gurgled softly. The tall man with brilliant green eyes and dark hair did the same and then stood up next to the woman. The baby girl moved her arms a little as if to get comfy and then she closed her eyes. The woman felt that would be the last time she would see those wonderfully bright sea coloured eyes and that pretty little pale face. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she wiped it away with her hand.
She and her lover watched the baby slowly drift off to sleep in her basket her light breathing hardly disturbing the silence around them. She would be safe here with the muggles. They would find her a nice safe muggle home to go to where she would grow up happy and safe. That was what was best for their daughter even if they could never see her again. They would do anything to make her happy.
The woman turned her back on the baby more tears sliding down her cheeks and the man did the same. She didn't want to take one last look at her baby because she felt if she did she would never be able to let her go. She walked quietly down the steps holding her lovers hand and together they crossed the road and disappeared into the shadows leaving the baby alone on the doorstep in the middle of the night.
When the old muggle woman opened the door to the orphanage the next morning to run some errands she had the shock of her life. A baby girl lay safe and snugly sound asleep in a wicker basket surrounded by pink blankets. The woman picked up the basket and noticed there was a note. She carried the baby inside and laid her basket on a table as the woman ripped open the letter and read:
To whom this may concern,
We cannot look after our baby girl. We wish for her to be happy and safe and we cannot provide that. Please make sure she finds a happy home and is safe and well. Never tell her about this. We ask only one other thing, that you call her Kila Thornton. Thank you.
The old woman read the letter again and the looked at the baby. She was still asleep and she looked peaceful. The old woman would do what the letter asked. She would take care of Kila Thornton.
So what do you think? I'm going to try and make this the best story I have ever written so I am going to be spending a lot of time on it and make it as good as possible. I could make it even better if I had reviews so please review even if you hate it! Harry and the others are going to be in the next chapter, which will be up very soon! Thanx!