The Ravenclaw Who Ended It All
By Harry and Draco
Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, and sadly, I never will. I do however own Ember and Silverfyre and the Canadian Silver Flame Dragon.
A/N; My very first story, so please be gentle. And I have a beta already! I'm not too sure yet what this stories going to be like. The most I can say is that Harry gets rescued by a girl the night he is left on the door step by his parents, who want to focus all their time on Harry's twin, Alex, who is the boy-who-lived. Onto the Prologue _Line_ Ember Jewel Ravenclaw was standing in the shadows watching a house. It was late, and the house had just been attacked.
She watched as something fled from the house. What was left of Voldemort, she guessed. "One of them is now the boy-who-lived, but which one, and more importantly, will they keep both children, or give one up to focus on the other," she asked herself. She heard a rumble in the back of her mind.
'I couldn't tell you, my lady,' she heard. Ember just smiled and shrugged off the voice of her familiar. The dragon was flying around above her at the moment, waiting for when she would need him. She turned back to the house and waited to see what would happen next. But then deciding nothing was going to happen today, she left and headed back to her home.
She came back every day for a week, and started to scowl at the house more and more. The father and mother doted on Alexander, the boy-who-lived, but they usually ignored Harry, the younger twin.
'These parents are deplorable!' Ember thought to herself. Luckily Sirius and Remus where over almost every day, and they both doted on Harry. They also doted on Alex, but at least they gave Harry attention as well. One day though, while she was observing the house, she heard an argument between the two parents, Sirius and Remus. 'Hmm, what are they arguing about,' she thought decided to risk getting closer to hear. "Why would you even think about bringing Harry to live with Lily's sister and her husband? They hate you guys," Sirius said. "If you want to spend all your time focusing on Alex; Then let me take Harry and raise him," Sirius added next. "You live with Remus though Sirius. Although we know he won't hurt Harry intentionally, he might bite him by accident. No, its best this way," James said next.
'Well, If James thinks it's a good idea then I highly doubt that it is. I might just have to fix this,' Ember thought glaring. She had thought James and Lily smarter than that. 'Dumb Griffindor's,' she heard coming from her familiar. "Silverfyre, be nice," Ember said calmly. The dragon just gave her a mental shrug. Ember turned and left, going to a place where she could get onto Silverfyre's back. They flew away from the house.
"Later tonight, we will have to go and watch number 4, privet drive," Ember said to Silverfyre. Silverfyre was a Canadian Silver Flame dragon. She had formed the familiar bond with the dragon before he hatched, so she ended up raising him, and training him. She had saved him from a couple of wizards who where going to use him as potions ingredients. When his parents asked why she saved it, she told them that all life was important. They had thanked her, and said that they were glad their little hatchling had bonded with the kind hearted witch. Silver Flames where a rare type of dragon; but fiercely loyal to those they consider important to them.
"Then we will have to start flying there now," Silverfyre said to her. She nodded and they started to head to Surry. Although, as a witch, Ember could have just apparated there, she liked flying on Silverfyres back, and the dragon enjoyed carrying her around to places.
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Later that night, they watched as a tall wizard in rather odd looking clothing, put out all the lights on the street, then James and Lily showed up with the child. Little Harry was placed on the door step with a note, than the three left. Ember walked over and bristled.
"Not ever a warming charm on the poor child," she said picking Harry up. "I'm taking the poor dear away from these retched people and giving him the life he deserves," she added. Ember, now holding Harry, climbed onto the back of Silverfyre, and then he took off into the air and they left. They reached a large castle in the middle of a lush valley that was surrounded by mountains. The sun was just starting to come up turning the sky a faint pink. The castle belonged to the Ravenclaw family, and Ember had inherited it when she turned 17 along with the title of Lady Ravenclaw. Ember was the last remaining direct descendant of the Ravenclaws. Although, now that she was taking in Harry, he two would be a Ravenclaw.
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A few months later found Ember, holding Harry in her arms standing in the ministry of magic building. She was in the department of child services to be exact, trying to get custody of Harry. The witch in front of her was not being helpful at all though, and Ember was quickly getting mad. "I'm telling you, Harry's parents are unfit to raise him. They placed him on the door step of some of the worst muggles there are, without even a warming charm placed on him. I have the memory to prove it," Ember said angrily. A man walked over to her. "I will take your case. I have a pensive in my office, so we can use that to see if what you say is true or not," the man said.
"I'm Edward Frankenstein," he said.
"Frankenstein, are you related the famous wizard Frankenstein that created the Infari spell," Ember asked.
"Sadly, yes, but that was a long time ago," Frankenstein said. "Aw, here we are. Just place the memory in there and we'll take a look at it," he added. Ember did as told, adding a few more as well, and about half an hour later, all the paper work was filled out and she was heading on her way out of the building. Harry James Potter, at the age of two, became Harry Ravenclaw. "I'll add in a middle name when I figure one out," Ember said to the man. As Lady Ravenclaw, she had a lot of influence in the magical world, not that she ever used that influence. People didn't get why she liked spending so much time out of the public were soon on their way back home.
B/N; I will train her yet! *searches around for the whips* hehehe
A/N; help me dear readers and distract her with reviews.