A Super Quick LFA(Letter From the Author)
Dear Reader,
This fanfiction is based off of many mythical creatures that do not exist in the Harry Potter series, including soul weavers, something I referenced in another fanfiction of mine called What Could Have Been: The Rat and the Scorpion, Thueban Tayir, again will be referenced in my shinobi fanfictions and something I made up, and an Obscurus Bashri, a theoretical creature I developed based off of how an Obscurus is formed. This fanfiction also includes wizarding magic that does not exist in the original series, including a cure for werewolves and a successful necromancy spell. Please be aware that I like to make up spells and that I like to change characteristics of people, ex: patronus, wand wood and core, pets, so if there is something in this story that conflicts with any decent Harry Potter fan's knowledge, like if Harry's patronus is described as a phoenix (which it's not in this story), then it's most likely on purpose. Enjoy the story, and please comment! Seriously, some of my stories have more then a hundred reads on just the first chapter and still have zero comments. If you don't tell me you like it, I won't know. If you don't tell me you hate it, I won't know.
Love from,
Queen of the Scorpions
P.S
For some reason, my computer refuses to let me use the name of our favorite tabby cat transfiguration Professor. If I do, it will post whatever I've written without her name, so sorry for any inconveniences.
Prologue
Albus Dumbledore placed the small infant on the porch with a letter explaining the basics of what had happened. No, he didn't want to leave the boy there, but he didn't have much of a choice. Admittedly, he knew Harry would not be treated well, but at least this way, Harry would be safe from Voldemort. Dumbledore sighed as Hagrid planted what must've been a very whiskery kiss on Harry's forehead and began sobbing into a tablecloth sized handkerchief and wiped a tear from her own eye.
"There, there, Hagrid." Albus said softly. "It's not goodbye forever, you know. We'll see him again."
"I know, Professor Dumbledore sir." Hagrid replied in a watery tone.
"We best be going before somebody wakes up." Said , though Albus knew she really just didn't want to prolong the goodbye, and she most likely just wanted to scoop baby Harry into her arms and raise him herself. Albus probably would've pushed for that to happen, if it weren't for the blood protection charms.
"Too true, Professor ." Albus agreed, not too keen on drawing the goodbye out any longer either. He planned to check up on Harry's welfare once a week, and that would be his top priority on that day. While Hagrid climbed onto the flying motor cycle he'd arrived on, Albus and apparated away.
-Lusus Naturae-
A shadowy figure whipped around the corner, drawing her hood over her head as the sun rose over the edge of the horizen. Sweeping across the groung as quickly as possible, she didn't immediately register the small sound she was hearing. A tiny coo reached her ear. She crossed to the source of the sound, which happened to be a small wicker basket stuffed with blankets and a pillow. There was a human infant tucked snugly in the blankets. As the figure was leaning over the baby, surely the baby could see her face, and would be scared, but the boy giggled and reached out, trying to grasp the edges of her hood. She smiled. Whoever lived in the house in front of her was going to gain a wonderful child. She stood up to leave, but only got as far as to turn her back, when the child started sniffling. She turned back around to see what was wrong, but the second she leaned back over him, he giggled again. Maybe he was afraid of being alone. Then he was crying again, but it was a different sound. A kind of pained whimper, and he was shivering.
"You poor thing," She hissed, "you must be freezing even with all those blankets." She drew the baby into her arms, taking him out of the basket, before she remembered her body had no heat to offer the small child. She spotted a letter in the now empty basket. She plucked it out of the wickerwork, as the corner of the envelope had been stuck inside of it, and began to walk away, deciding she could take care of the baby better than some idiotic humans could. Maybe she could raise him in her home town, she could pretend the little boy was only half human, after all it wasn't like he was a wizard or anything.