Hi everyone!

I know that you probably find a lot of grammar and language mistakes, and I'm very sorry for this. But I'm Brazilian and it is the first time that I pen a story in English.

I hope you might like this story.

AnaWayne

Prologue

Once in a while, he would look at the window and watch the other children playing in the garden in the sun of October, while he was, again, stuck in his room. The view of the window still allowed him to see street, where he could see people passing by, indifferent to the orphanage and it's kids. Most of the kids there were there for the very beginning of their lives, but to him was only his second year. He was five years old when the crystal bowls of his Aunt Petunia had broken without nothing, he remember begin angry and sad at that time, but he have done nothing while his Uncle Vernon was punishing him for something that Dudley have done and blame on Harry. He had heard the screams and the yelling, calling him a freak and an abomination, before he goes to sleep in the tiny bed of the cupboard that he had once live. Three days later Vernon and Petunia had put him on the car and drive to the Harlan Roberts Orphanage.

"We can't take care of him." Said Uncle Vernon, with false resignation. "We already have our son, and we don't have enough money to afford such charge."

"But he is the son of your only sister, right Mrs. Dursley, are you sure you want to put him to adoption?" Ask the gentle lady of the orphanage, Mrs. Lucas. "There are not any one of his parents family that would take he in?"

"Unfortunately, not!" Was the answer of Aunt Petunia. "From Lillian's husband's side there wasn't one, James was the a only child and his family have already passed away. And from my side there was my aunt, but she is very ill and lives on a Rest Home in Bath, so she also can't take Harry in." Explain the woman.

Mrs. Lucas was still dissatisfied with the strange Lady answer, but even so she takes the history and let them go. Since that day, Harry didn't really know how to feel. If on one hand now he receive a better treatment from others, on the other he was completely alone now. The two years that he have passed there was different, but still, lonely. He sighs and quietly looks down to his book, while wishing that one day he would, like the Ugly Duckling, find a family for his own.

She walked into the room. It was dirty and kind of old, the mobile was covered with white old linen, and the wallpaper was musty. She takes her hand to her nose, the strong musty smell bothered it. Looking around she search for something, and finds it. The only thing that wasn't under a linen. It was wood box, with figures crafts on it. The woman takes the box in her hands and blows the dust, revealing the rich details of its craft. She opens it, slowly, and finds what she was looking for: a letter.

My most dear niece,

If you are reading this letter, it means that I am dead. For all the crimes that I have commit in my life, the only one that I regret was to separate mother to daughter. But as you see, Cora was not a reasonable woman, and as you and Regina were already in such a danger that I could not afford to see the younger sister of yours in the same situation. Not that little baby.

For this crime, such as others, I'm already paying in hell. I know that Cora had once rejected you, for a selfish reason at all, however in the end, she have always loved you and both of your sisters, even when she was a part of you. Believe in me, when I said, that once the curse have been break and our family was safe, I spend the rest of my life looking for her, and I finally have find her. But it's not a reason to celebrate.

In one hand I have think in the best interest of Lillian, yet I have failed in keep her safe. I had made a mistake. When I had take Lillian of Cora, I have also find her a loving and caring family, the Evans. I learned that she had grow in a beautiful woman such as you, as Cora and as Regina, but she had also grow as a witch. This way she had gone to a Witchcraft school well-known in this land: Hogwarts, the magic world in this land was threat by a dark figure of a wizard once known as Voldemort. This dark wizard have threat people that don't posses magic, — in this world know as muggles — and murdered muggle-born wizards, and the wizards that have defended them.

However, the Evans were muggles, and because of my spell, everyone, even the Evans, thought that Lillian was a born-daughter of them. This, along with a prophesy have turned the Dark Lord to her and her husband, James. They were killed in a Halloween Night. Three lives had been gone by that night, but one was saved: Harry James Potter, the son of Lillian and James Potter, a child of pure love, the one for whose Lillian had given her life up.

However, I can sense the dark rising again in this world. I don't know if this darkness is the same that have taken Lillian's life, but somehow I know that Harry is going to need you by his side. Let him know the life of his parents, but be there for him. For the daughter that you have lost, and for the boy, whose need a mother figure.

For your aunt,

With love,

Cassandra West.

As she slowly sits in a couch a lonely tear slides by her cheek.