Tom Riddle had one daughter. Just one. But he never knew that she existed. Lela knew that her love for Tom would not save him from the downward spiral to evil. She knew that her daughter could never grow up in this world. Evil was something a child should never be around. So she took her to the one person that would keep her the safest. She took her daughter to the one that was destined to one day best Tom. She took her daughter to Harry Potter. This is how Carina Nott Riddle because Cara Potter.
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Chapter One: In the Dark of the night
Lela Nott stood in front of Number 4 Privet Drive. In her arms she held a small child wrapped tightly in her arms. She looked down at the child and could not stop the sad smile that crossed her lips. Her daughter had definitely inherited her father's looks. On top of her tiny head lay a patch of pitch black hair that held a slight curl to it. That most definitely belonged to her father and although one could not see it the girl held the darkest violet eyes possible. She had also inherited her father's quite and cunning personality. She never cried or begged for something. She would sit there (even if it took hours) and stare at a person until they realized exactly what se wanted.
She and her cousin, Theodore, were both that way. Put them together and they were the brightest one-year-olds around. They were as thick as thieves and would spend hours playing with toys. Lela knew that Theodore was going to be heartbroken when he found out that his cousin was gone, but this had to be done for Carina's own safety.
Three months ago the young Harry James Potter had 'defeated' Voldemort. But Lela knew the truth and Voldemort would one day return. The Potter boy was Carina's only chance at safety. She most definitely would not turn her over to the Order in fear of her only daughter being slathered because of her parentage. No she did not trust the 'light' for one moment. This is why she choose Harry. He would need a partner in this horrible life that had been thrust upon him. He would need a sister.
Drawing in a deep breath, Lela Nott made her way up the front lawn and to the front door. No matter how much she disliked doing this she would never regret it. She needed her child to be safe and only Harry could do that.
Slowly she gave her only child one last kiss before lowering her to the cold ground with only her blanket to keep her warm. Pulling a letter out from her cloak she set it beside the child, knocked on the door, and ran.
(Nine Years Later)
"Ouch!" I looked up from my book just in time to see Harry once again burn his hand on the stove. I sighed and snapped the book closed. Oh how I loathed it here. Ever since I had stepped foot into this house the Dursleys had made it quite clear that I was unwanted by all and it was only from the goodness of their hearts that they had taken her in.
Goodness of their hearts? Ha, that's a laugh. I thought as I made her way toward my weeping friend/brother. I kneeled down in front of him. Despite his famished body he was still quite bigger then I. Taking his hand in mine I gently placed my palm over his burnt on. Concentrating on just his palm I felt a wave of magic rush through me and in a matter of moments Harry's palm was back to normal and painless.
After forcing him of kitchen duty to get some more rest before we had to go to the zoo, I began to finish what he had started. Well finish what he hadn't already burnt, which in truth really hadn't been much. God how I hate the Dursleys. They treated her and Harry as if they were nothing more then common servants. By two we had been scrubbing floors; by three we had been gardening; by four we had been cleaning Dudley's room and by five we were cooking every meal before being sent off to own cabinet.
In this house that we had lived in for the past nine years Harry and I could only truly call the 'cabinet' home. Although this house had so many horrible memories that cabinet had a few good ones. It had been where Harry and I had spent the last nine Christmases, where we exchanged our first gifts, where we began to see each other as brother and sister…every good memory that we had of Privet Drive were all in that tiny cabinet that was barely big enough for us to lie down side by side.
But I don't think that it was the cabinet that made me feel so safe. Harry was always there for me. I remember when he started to insist that he sleep in front of the door
"Harry I'm sure I can sleep by the door." I said as I attempted to climb over him only to be pushed back beside the wall.
"Stay put and just accept that if Uncle Vernon or Dudley decide they need to beat someone up I'm not going to let that someone be you. You're my little sister and you will do as I say."
"You're such a bighead." I groaned before complying with his wishes.
That was the moment that we realized that we might not share the same blood but we were brother and sister anyway. Over the years Harry had always been there for me. He has always been the one to be the idiot and take a punch for me when I let my 'sharp tongue' (as Uncle Vernon puts it) get the better of me. This is why I loved Harry. He was always there.
I dished out a small amount of food for Harry and me and made my way back to the cabinet. I couldn't stop myself from smiling when I found him fast asleep curled up in a ball on the small baby mattress that we had shared for the past several years. I placed his food on the shelf above his head and climbed into the closet and began to enjoy my meal.
It was not long before I heard the horrible sound of banging on the stairs. Dudley was up. He stopped just above our cabinet and bounced up and down causing a great amount of sawdust to fall on top of me. Harry jerked awake and had hit his head on the shelf and was now currently rubbing it.
"I hate that kid." I laughed. We all did.
We were at the zoo. It hadn't been the first time that we had been here. In fact we had come here ever year since Dudley started to take a liking to animals. But this time was different. For the past twenty minutes I had stood in the same spot (which is very hard for me to do) and had stared at a king cobra. Okay so not so strange but the weird thing was that the snake was staring back. And I could hear it talk! I mean what the hell?
Harry and I knew that we had magical powers but this was just beyond weird. I mean I couldn't talk to any of the other animals but I seemed just fine with snakes. But honestly I was a little worried when the snake and I drifted into a conversation about his life in the zoo.
It's not horrible but I would like to see the light of day once in a while. I laughed the snake had a sense of humor that most wouldn't quite understand. But of course being treated like a servant most of my life had given me this sense. And those stupid kids banging of the glass and screaming for me to move is really quite annoying. I was about to say something when I hear screams and I immediately recognize Dudley's voice in the crowd along with Harry laughter.
I quickly scanned the room with my sharp eyes (a skill I found rather useful in crowded rooms) and found my brother who was lying on the floor laughing his head off. From further investigation I found out why; standing trapped behind a wall of glass inside the tank of another cobra was the one and only Dudley Dursley. In a matter of no time I two was laughing.
Before I could even realize what was going on I could feel myself being dragged out of the reptile house by Aunt Petunia. My eyes followed and I saw Harry always being dragged by the ear as Dudley walked with his father wrapped in a wool blanket. He smirked like a fool and I suddenly knew that this punishment was not going to be good.
We had no meals for a week and we were only let out of the cabinet for a week. Uncle Vernon had seriously done a number on Harry time. After we had gotten home from the zoo I didn't see Harry for another two hours. All I heard were screams. I tired to hide myself under the blanket under Harry's shelf but the sound still came through. I plugged my eyes and prayed for it all to be over while tears fell from my eyes. When Harry was thrown into the cabinet and we were locked in I immediately began to examine him and heal what I could. But the damage was done.
That night we held each other and cried through the late hours. Did fate really hate us this much to put us through this horrible pain? We had never done anything to deserve anything this horrible or at least nothing I could remember.
A/n: Okay so I hope you liked it. I after all had to rewrite it like five times because my sister's laptop over heated. So yeah…I thought it turned out relatively nice. Hope you think the same.