It was Halloween night, but one family with children did not participate in trick-or-treating. This family was the Potters. They had two children, a 6 year old girl named Ann and a 1 year old named Harry. Ann was sent to bed early, but Harry was being fussy so he was downstairs with his parents.

Ann suddenly woke. She heard a scream. Her brother, crying. She hid in her closet, scared to death. A bone-chilling laugh. Then a scream. Silence. Ann waited, and then heard her brother crying out. He wasn't answered. She went downstairs, as quiet as she could and into the living room. In the living room were the bodies of her parents, dead.

She cried.

A stranger came into the house. Ann ran behind the couch. A dark-haired man came in and cried at the sight of her mother. She slowly crept out of hiding. Walked over.

"It's ok." she said, attempting to comfort the man, but startling him instead.

"Who are you?" he asked in a cold, but not heartless, voice. Ann could see that he was not evil, and immediately trusted him. She revealed her name.

"Are you...Lily's daughter?" Ann nodded in reply.

"I thought you were adopted." Ann nodded earnestly.

"Then how do you look just like her?" Ann smiled slightly, shrugged, and pointed at her eyes. Her eyes were hazel, like her fathers'.

"Come with me. You're in danger here." Ann shook her head and ran upstairs. She couldn't come with the man. She must leave, she knew it.

"Wait! Don't leave! You must come with me, Ann. You...I can't let you be killed." Ann turned and looked deep into the man's eyes.

"I have important things to do. I'll be careful. Don't worry. We will meet again." Ann said with a smile and continued upstairs. She had to pack.

"You don't even know my name!" The man said, following Ann upstairs. "I'm Severus Snape."

"Then we will meet again, Severus Snape." Ann said without even turning to face him. She was shoving survival books into her bag.

"Where will you go? How will you..." The man was cut off when Ann turned and put a finger to his mouth. She turned and continued to shove things into her bag. She finished packing as the man watched, then began dragging the bag downstairs.

"Let me help you with that." he said. Ann faced him, shaking her head with a humored smile. She dragged the bag downstairs with the man following her. She walked into the living room and knelt next to her father first. She kissed him on the forehead and closed his eyes gently. She moved to her mother and did the same. Then she came to her brother. He had fallen asleep. She leaned into his crib and kissed him on the forehead, on his newly created lighting bolt scar.

She walked over to the man, "Take care of Harry. We will meet again, Severus Snape."

"But..." the man was cut off as she walked out of the backdoor, toward the forest.

Two years later:

Ann woke up in her cabin she found in the woods. She had had another nightmare. She shook her head to clear it, but the cries of a baby still remained. She frowned, confused. She walked outside and found just what she had heard, a baby. She circled the cabin, confused. She was only eight, she couldn't take care of a baby! She assumed that she should feed it mushy foods, since that's what she remembered. She picked up the baby gently and brought it inside. She went to her kitchen and found some carrots. She chopped them up and set them in the sun. Meanwhile, she gave the baby water from a cup.

The carrots were mushy enough for the baby to eat. When Ann picked up the baby, a note fell out. She took the baby outside so it could eat without making a huge mess, then read the note.

Hello,

I am the mother of this baby, but I fear that I won't be for much longer. I am on the run from some bad people. Please, take care of her. She is two years old, and her name is Sunflower. Thank you, stranger.

~Patrica

Well, the baby wasn't such a baby anymore, Ann concluded. She smiled at Sunflower, who had effectively gotten carrot all over her face. She took Sunflower inside.

9 years later:

Ann heard a knocking on her window. "Sunflower, Marigold...?" She opened her eyes and saw an owl. She shrugged, "Close enough." and opened the window.

The owl dropped a letter on the ground and stayed at the window, waiting for her to read it. Ann tore open the envelope.

Hello, Ann,

I do hope you are still alive. My name is Albus Dumbledore (technically my full name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but that's beside the point.) and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. I daresay you've heard of it. You are 16, however I have never seen your name on the list of magical children. I am currently wondering if you can do magic. This may happen when you get angry or frustrated. Please let me know via this return owl.

Thank you,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Ann quickly scribbled out a reply on a spare piece of paper.

Hello Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

Yes, I can indeed do magic. I, however, do not require a wand to do it. I simply think of the spell (I packed a couple spellbooks when I left 10 years ago) and the spell happens before my eyes. I have three adopted children as well, Sunflower (11), Marigold (9), and Poppy (6) and they all have this ability as well. Is this normal? Perhaps this is why I did not appear on your list?

Thank you for writing, this is the first correspondence I've had with people outside my family for years.

~Ann Potter

So, there's the first chapter or so of my fanfiction! Please review it and such. Thanks for reading! More coming, possibly later today.