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Hey. So it's been a while, hasn't it? There will be a full explanation at the bottom, but for now, on with the story!
The night of All Hallows Eve is celebrated by many children. All Hallows Eve, more commonly known as Halloween, began a long time ago, when people still believed that demons were after them.
People believed that October 31 was the day that the barrier between the mortal world and the spirit world was at its weakest. On that night, every year, families would leave meat outside for spirits and demons alike to eat, instead of them – the humans. Over time, the celebration of All Hallows Eve became more innocent with children going door to door, asking strangers for candy.
But you aren't here for a history lesson, are you? No, you're here to learn about a girl. A girl, who will change the lives of many in her early years and even in her later ones.
Her story begins on the night of All Hallows Eve. The girl's story is not a happy one, no. But it is one worth learning and remembering.
Let us begin.
There is a man who goes by many names. Tom Riddle, Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, and Lord Voldemort.
The night was October 31, Halloween, the Day of the Dead. The perfect night for causing death. But, the Dark Lord was not being driven by bloodlust on this night. No, He was here, at Godric's Hollow, to keep a prophecy from being fulfilled. His spy, Snape, had told Him of a prophecy about a child being born at the end of July being His downfall. Tom could not allow this to happen.
As He glided the streets of Godric's Hollow like a shadow, He observed the laughing children around Him. Their faces full of innocence and life that He never had as a child and always envied.
"Nice costume, mister!"
The Dark Lord looked down at the smiling face of a young boy. When the boy saw Tom's face, all the laughing faded from the boy's face, fear and horror replacing it. The boy ran back to his mother. How simple it would be, to cast the Curse, ending the worthless Muggle boy's life. But Tom came for only one kill tonight. And it would be a shame to waste such beautiful magic on the blood of the likes of that.
He reached the end of the road and saw a cottage that appeared to be invisible to the Muggles around Him, but Tom knew this was the right place, for Wormtail had told Him so.
They had yet to draw their curtains, so Tom was able to see a tall man in glasses with messy hair, blowing puffs of smoke out of his wand while a babe, hardly older than one, tried to catch the smoke in her chubby baby hands.
"C'mon, Kota, get the smoke!"
A man who goes by the name of James Potter was sitting in his living room, playing with his daughter in all but blood. Dakota Potter was not yet two, so blood adoption would have to wait. Blood adoption on a child so young, the effects could be fatal.
A woman with flaming red hair and shockingly green eyes stood in the doorway to the kitchen and was watching her husband play with her daughter. Her name was Lily Evans, now Potter. Though he knew the girl was not his, James took care of Dakota like his own, and Lily loved him for that.
Yes, you read correctly. Dakota Artemis Potter is not the daughter of James Charles Potter. A fact that was only known by James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, and Kota's father. Another fact that was only known by James and Lily was that James was unable to produce an offspring. Again, yes, you read that correctly. The famous James Potter cannot have an heir.
Lily smiled as she watched Dakota try to catch the multi-coloured smoke, only to fail again.
"Alright, James, that's enough, it's bedtime." Lily scolded lightly as she came into the living room.
"But, Lily, it's only eight 'o' clock! Plus I'm not even tired." James whined, trying – and failing – to conceal a yawn.
"I meant for Kota, not you, James,'' Lily said with an eye-roll. "Although, you do sound like you're getting a bit tired."
"I am not!" James whined.
As he said that, the door burst open, revealing a tall cloaked figure standing in the doorway.
"Lily, take Kota and hide. It's Him, don't worry, I'll hold Him off", James was suddenly serious, all tiredness and laughter gone.
The look of extreme conflict crossed Lily's face for a split-second before she made up her mind. She took Kota and ran upstairs. There was no use fighting James' extreme stubbornness, especially in a situation like this.
As she closed the door of the nursery, she heard a cry of, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" and let out a strangled sob.
She set Kota down in the crib and whispered, "Mummy loves you, Kota, as well as James; and don't forget that so does Daddy. It may not seem like he does in the future, but remember that he does."
Lily kissed her daughter's forehead for the last time, and as she did that, the nursery door was blasted off its hinges.
"Get away; I won't let you have her!" Lily screamed as she stood protectively in front of Kota with her arms spread out.
"Stand aside, girl, stand aside."
"No, please, take me instead! Just don't hurt my baby girl, please!"
"Move away, you insolent Mudblood brat. It was requested that you not die tonight."
"No, please, have mercy!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
And, just like that, Lily Potter fell limp on the floor, dead.
Tom then turned his attention to the babe standing in the crib, clutching its bars. The child looked up at the man, expecting to see her father under the cloak and for her mother to pop back up, laughing. Instead, she saw a pale, snake-like face with red eyes that seemed to glow.
Tom pointed his wand at the girl and said, "Time to die, Dakota Potter. I will not be defeated by you, or anyone else. I am Lord Voldemort. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
As Tom cried out the Killing Curse, lightning struck.
Number Four, Privet Drive was a quiet, peaceful place. That is, of course, until a motorbike came crashing to the ground.
"Ah, Hagrid, right on time. Do you have the girl" asked a man who looked like a strange mix of Merlin and Father Christmas. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
"Aye, Professor. Got her right 'ere. Fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol." replied a giant man with a wild mane of black hair that nearly covered his entire face.
"Good, good, give her here, Hagrid. I've got a letter that will explain everything they need to know."
"A letter?" asked a stern looking woman with a thick Scottish accent incredulously. "You think everything can be explained with a simple letter?! I've been watching these people all day, Albus. They're the worst sort of Muggles out there. They won't accept the child for who she is."
"It is the safest place for her to go now, Minerva. After all, they are her only living relatives. She may not grow up with unconditional loving, but she will be with family, and that is what is important." Albus said solemnly.
Hagrid suddenly gave a howl that sounded similar to a wounded dog's.
"Hagrid, hush, you'll wake the Muggles", Minerva scolded.
"Sorry Professor, it's just tha', with Lily and James Potter dead, and little Dakota off ter live with Muggles…"
"It's alright, Hagrid, we'll see her soon,'' Dumbledore said soothingly.
He placed the babe in the porch of Number Four and tucked a letter in the blanket, not knowing the fate he had sealed for the child that was never meant to be born.
"Good luck Dakota Potter."
And with that, the two professors and Hagrid left, leaving a child in a damned place.
As they disappeared with a pop and a roar of an engine, little Dakota Potter rolled over in her blanket, clutching the letter in her hands. Hours later she would wake up to her Aunt's shrill shriek and would be poked and prodded by her cousin for the next few years.
Meanwhile, around the country, strangely dressed people are clinking their drinks and saying, "To Dakota Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived!"
Heeyyy...so...yeah...
I could come up with a number of excuses right now, but I will focus on the main ones.
First off, my story Hear Me Sing. I have no idea where it's going. I had the entire plot figured out in my head, but now, I just don't know where it's gone.
Secondly, school. Yes, school. The place where demons are born. All I gotta say is, eighth grade is a bitch. Teachers are trying to 'prepare' us for High School by giving us soo much homework. It's especially bad since it's the second semester. But, the good news is that there are only twenty more school days left until summer break! WHOOHOO!
And in those twenty days I have to complete , like, five more tests (stupid SBAC), go on a field trip, give two presentions in English and State History, and so much other stuff. Then, I'm officially a ninth grader. *shudder*
Moving on.
If more than ten people say they would like me to continue this story, I will. Then the next chapter should hopefully be up by the time my summer break starts, which is June 15.
So, yeah. That's all I got for now.
Posted May 17, 2015 at 9:30 PM PST
Updated June 26, 2019