The Girl Who Lived:

It was a cold, wet night in Private Drive, Little Whining, Surrey on the 31st of October 1981. A brown owl with dark and light brown feathers and flaming orange eyes perched on the sign of the road.

Meanwhile a strange figure was stalking quietly out of the surrounding group of green stands that stood near the road.

The figure was an old person with long white hair with a matching long beard. He had brown eyes being shown with half-moon shaped lens on his glasses. He wore ruby-brown coloured robes with a short pointy hat on top of his head. As he walked to the road, he was watched by a grey-furred cat. Its eyes were glued on the old man with every step he took.

Once the man was on the road, he could see all the houses laid before him with cars parked in front of their front doors.

The man stopped in his tracks and using his right hand, he held up a mysterious thin, cylinder-shaped device (which was turquoise in colour). He pushed a silver button upwards on the device and a silver-circled shape part came out of the top. He held it towards the headlights that lid the road. Quickly but quietly as well, the light beams from the headlights zoomed out of the glass cages and whizzed towards the man's strange device absorbing themselves into the top of his mechanism.

The man finally took the light of the lamp standing right near him. He switched his device off and then heard 'meow' near him. He turned and saw the grey cat sitting on the ground. "I should've known you would be here. Professor McGonagall,"

The cat stood on its four, furry legs and it shape-shifted into an old women with spectacle, grey hair tied in a bun whilst wearing a unusual green, witch hat and she had medium-green robes.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore," she greeted as she stepped forward to him.

They starting walking down the road whilst beginning an important conversation about a tragedy which had just happened a few hours ago to a poor, now almost deceased family. "Are the rumours true, Albus?" McGonagall asked fearfully to Dumbledore by his first name.

"I'm afraid so Professor," Dumbledore solemnly answered. "The Good. And the bad," he saw how troubled and saddened, McGonagall was.

"I know how truly said, it is Minerva," Albus said again, addressing her by her first name. "But all hope is not lost,"

"What about the girl?" Minerva asked.

"Hagrid is bringing her,"

"Do you think it is wise to trust Hagrid with something so important?"

"Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life," Albus replied positively as they halted in their steps.

They turned to the sound of a buzzing honk from above their pointed hats. They looked up and saw a large ball of light glowing it the sky just above the trees. It was coming towards them.

They realised it was actually the headlight of a flying motor bike carrying a gigantic figure. The bike landed making a screeching noise, the rider turned the engine and the light off before turning to the professors and removing his goggles of his eyes. "Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid greeted as he stepped off the motor bike.

He was taller than usual grown men, he has bushy, black hair with a matching beard, brown eyes and he was wearing large brown boots and a large sized brown coat. Slung around his left shoulder was a small bundle carrying a tiny baby.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Albus asked.

"Nor sir," Hagrid greeted. "Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. He stepped towards Albus and Minerva and lifted the small baby out of his sash bag and gently handed it to Dumbledore whilst saying, "Try not to wake her,"

Albus took the baby girl into his hands and she and Minerva gazed t the pretty infant wrapped in a woven blanket. They all started taking steps towards the nearby house which had Number 4 nailed to the side of the black door. "Do you really think it's safe, leaving her with these people?" Minerva asked Dumbledore. "I've watched them all day. They are the worst of muggles imaginable. They spoil their son. They are…"

"The only family she has," Dumbledore finished.

"This girl will be famous. Every child in our world will know her name," Minerva stated.

"Exactly," Dumbledore agreed. "She's far better off growing away from all of that…until she is ready" he kneeled down and gently placed the sleeping baby girl on the doormat right at the bottom of the front door.

Hagrid was starting to cry because he missed the baby girl's parents who were some of his greatest friends. Dumbledore heard him and turned towards him and said, "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye after all,"

"I know sir, I just wish we didn't have to leave her with these selfish Muggles who will hate her for her magical parentage. They'll treat her terribly like dirt,"

"I know, Hagrid," Albus sympathised. "But this is the only way she will be safe,"

Hagrid sighed knowing he was right. Albus turned back towards the baby girl and placed a letter addressed to Mr and Mrs Dursley next to the blanket. "Good lucking," Albus bid farewell before departing with Minerva and Hagrid into the night. "Jenny Potter,"


The next day a horrid family of three woke up to the sound of ear-piercing crying. The father was a rather large-sized man with dirty brown eyes and bushy hair with a bushy moustache. The mother was a bony-skinned, think woman with cruel brown eyes and short pitch-black hair. The boy was fat sized with short black hair and brown eyes, he was four years old. They all charged downstairs to the front door opened it and found a baby girl wailing and screaming. They also saw that the community had woken up to the wailing sounds as well. They looked pretty annoyed. Quickly, the women picked up the baby girl whilst the father grabbed the letter that was nearby on the door mat. They went back inside and closed the door and stood in the hall completely confused with what was in their arms.

"What in the world is my sister's rotten daughter doing on our doorstep?" Petunia asked her husband. She recognised her niece by her mother's eyes and the black tufts of her hair on her head that matched her father's hair colour. "I don't know darkling," her husband answered. "But I hope this letter explains it,2 he held up the letter addressed to them. "And what's that scar on her head?" They looked closer at her forehead and saw there was a lighting-shaped scar clearly displayed on the right side.

"Mummy, I don't want that cry-baby living with us," Dudley whined.

"Oh pumpkin, we won't have her living with us," Petunia assured her spoilt, rotten son. "As soon as we sort her out, we won't have to worry about that baby again,"

"You promise?" the four year old demanded pointing a big finger at his mother.

"I promise," Petunia promised her ill-tempered little son messing with his cheek a bit. She turned to her husband, "Let's put her in the spare room and close the door whilst we sort this mess out,"

"Let's do that," Vernon approved. Petunia marched upstairs and went into the spare room. She pulled out an old cradle that she used when Dudley was a baby. She placed Jenny in the cradle and stomped out of the room slamming the door behind her. She marched downstairs to her husband and they went into the living room with their peckish son.

In the spare room, Jenny Potter was crying out loud with her baby hands in the air. The window at the right side of the room was open and the wind was blowing in. one the ledge of the window perched a huge red-orange fiery bird with long head and tail feathers with black strips that matched its eyes and beak.

It squawked a bit sadly seeing it all lonely. It flew down beside the cradle and rocked it a bit with one of it's claws calming baby Jenny down. The rocking soothed down the baby girl and she started giggling once her eyes met the strange bird. She smiled at it and the bird cooed happily again.

Their happy moment was interrupted by the stamping steps on the bony aunt and large uncle outside. The bird took off out of the window and flew high and out of the sight.

The dreaded aunt and uncle came inside and saw that Jenny was no longer crying. "So now she decides to stop crying," Petunia mocked.

"I can't believe that I'm saying this but I guest we're stuck with this reminer of your freakish sister,"

"I promised Dudley, she wouldn't live with us," Petunia argued.

"I know darling but we've got no choice and besides she could be a servant,"

"I guess that's a good thing…we'll make sure we doing everything the letter told us to do. We let her believe her parents died in a car crash and that she got that scar from it,"

"Agreed," Vernon replied.

Petunia walked towards the baby and simply said, "Well, you freakish daughter of my sister will be staying with us… but beware," she warned. "Your life will be a misery,"

10 years past and Jenny Potter grew into a beautiful young girl. Her raven-black hair grew up to mid length and her equally beautiful green eyes shone brighter just like her mother's did. However her life was a misery.

Her uncle Vernon, her aunt Petunia (her mother's sister) and her cousin Dudley were the most terrible family she could ever have. They treated her like a servant and always acted like she was a problem for no reason and gave her terrible punishments such as no meals for a week.

They barely had any pictures of her around the house. They also barely had any pictures of her parents James and Lily Potter. When she was younger, Jenny asked her uncle and aunt about what happened to them as well as how she got her scar. They answered: "They died in a car crash. That's how you got that scar. Don't ask any more questions!"

It wasn't just Private Drive that was a nightmare. Life at school was a hell of misery too. Jenny had no friends at school all because they made fun of her for her lightning-shaped scar and the raged clothes that her aunt made her wear. They also called her names like 'Jenky' or 'Scar girl'. Dudley almos made life unbearable for her at school with his group of friends. Ever sicne she had to live with him and his parents, he could never stop treating her like garbarge. He would often punch her several tiems and get into rouble with school teachers leading to harsher punishments at him.e

There was only one good thing in Jenny Potter's life and that was her younger cousin Sophie Dursely. She had sweet brown eyes and long brown hair. She was born two years after her parents were forced to have Jenny live with them. Unlike her parents and her older brother, Sophie treated Jenny with kindness and respect. She would often plead with her parents to stop being so selfish to Jenny but it was no use.

In addition, Sophie tried all she could do stop her brother getting Jenny into trouble. It was no use either. She tried to make Jenny's life bearable by helping her with chores and secretly giving her cards and tiny presents on her birthday and on Christmas. They would also often sneak out on free afternoons and go the park to have fun together. Sophie always gave Jerry happiness and that was all she needed. That was the sad, unbearable life for Jenny potter but what she didn't realise was that everything was about to change.


Jenny Potter is potrayed by Felicity Jones. Just something to say. Jenny Potter won't have glasses so just imagine her like the story image but without glasses.