Mischief Revived (Harry Potter) Year One: The One Who Was Saved
(First off, this story goes through JK Rowling's books, Canon all the way through until the end of book seven. Except through the eyes of an OC that came from two canon characters, that will be revealed. She is the daughter of two canon characters. This idea came to me as I was thinking of a Pre-Hogwarts story. And if I told the prequel first then I would give away her shocking parents and that would be absolutely no fun.
And I know that I will get reviews "you're just copying the books" no, Im not, I'm using the books, which quite a few authors do except they do it through the eyes of a Major canon character. Which, technically I am doing. There are still two unnamed Gryffindor Girls in Harry's year that were never named, but stated were there. So this can be considered a minor canon. My point is, I will use a minimum of actual lines from the books, which will be the perfect, plot breaking lines, all will have a bold X after and will be sited in the end of the chapter. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this!! And also, this character will in no way shape or form contradict anything Jo had wrote.)
"Please, just give me my daughter. She's all I got left." A soft quivering voice spoke above the rubble.
"Sorry, but I 'ave strict orders from Dumbledore ta take 'em to him." The young man held out his arms in plea.
"Please, Hagrid, give her to me." A tear fell down the half-giant's face as he watched the broken father. First his wife, and now this. He turned his back so he didn't have to look at the man any longer, sat on the motorbike, turned the key and the engine roared. "HAGRID!" The bike lifted off the ground and sped into the dark, cloudless night, with difficulty, ignoring the tortured mans screams.
A tall, thin man with a long white beard that went past his belt line stood before the doors of a large, castle like figure. A stern looking woman with square glasses stood concerned beside him. "How can we place her here? This was the place that her mother despised the most." The elderly man blinked slowly, contemplating his answer.
"Her mother has fond memories of this place. Even if the best things did not occur within it's walls."
"So, even under it's new management? You still believe in her living here? Her father is fully capable of taking care of her." His woman companion was very keen on not allowing the young child to live here. She stared in the twinkling blue eyes of her companion and immediately her lips pressed together.
"You have to trust her mother's judgment. She requested if she were to pass, her daughter was to live here."
"But she wasn't anticipating her husband still being with us, and her entire extended family to be dead!" McGonagall was on the verge of tears. She loved the child's mother very much. A rumbling caught off the elderly man's response. Out of the sky, seemed to regurgitate a small figure, steadily becoming larger. The dot turned into a figure, the figure turned into an overly tall man atop a flying motorbike. The man touched down on the ground before the two adults, stepping off the motorbike.
"Everythin' wen' withou' hitch." The large man had seen the elderly man once before that evening. A small pink bundle stood out to the two as they huddled around to see the bundle. A small child slept peacefully within her warm blanket. Small hot pink curls stuck out from beneath the pink blanket.
"Did she...! Dumbledore!" The stern woman turned to the elderly man in exasperation.
"She always did have an odd way of expressing herself. If I recall, she had a particular talent in permanent hair color sticking charm, that will be with her for life." Tenderly the man reached out and opened the young child's fist. A small, dark mark that looked like two W's pushed together. If another young baby put their fingers into the loops, they would match up perfectly.
"Is that where he held her hand?" The woman asked, unsure of the answer. She had never seen a mark of such odd shape. The elderly man named Dumbledore nodded slowly. Shaky hands took the bundle and headed towards the doorstep. The large man had cried all the tears in his broken heart as he had flown over Europe. He had said his goodbye's before he had touched down, so to not bother Dumbledore.
The bundle was laid upon the cold stone step before a towering black door. A letter was pulled from inside long robes and gently placed upon the slightly snoring baby. "Good night and good luck, Fiona McKinnon."