Dear Reader,
first thank you for buying this book. I honestly hope you will like it. The reason I wrote it, was an essay of modern wizard history back in class five. My friends and I found many letters, memorystones or dairies regarding the life our parents during school. Munch more than the professor wanted.
While the story of Harry Potter is common knowledge, is this a new perspective I can offer to show you. Plus I do not claim any rights on my source material and do not wish to ofend anybody with this book. Enjoy it please.
Something about me as a person. If you are not interested in this part, skip to chapter one. I lost my mother due to a difficult age and was quiet a handful for my father. I had done some very stupid things and I learned how easy your life can change by changing the smallest detail. Sounds very exciting I know, but during research about an important person I often thought : Oh, just few seconds, centimetres and maybe I wouldn't be sitting here. But could that really make such a difference?
The girl, who should not survive
It was 1990 in a small village named Cloverharp, Connecticut. The sun was just about to rise, when a car broke the peaceful silence. An elder lady with a stern and exhausted look in her eyes watched it driving away. Then the Lady turned to a pale and sweaty girl, who also looked the car driving away. The girl seemed happy, relived. A boulder of sorrows had just been taken from her shoulders and would now be back on his way to Europe.
The man in the car stopped a few miles behind the town border. He was tall and had dark blonde hair, like his father had a calling to his mother, a poor confused but good lady. His name was William. He was the towns doctor, a honourable man, well respected by everyone. Yet a half year ago his daughter came to him, crying. Telling him she had been with a boy, rolling stone. They were drunk and she did not even remember his name. She knew only he came from the united kingdom and drove a motorcycle. He and has wife kept her pregnancy hidden and know the child could not stay. The little one would ruin his daughters life, but now she was just lying there next to him. William bend over to her. It was also a girl small but strong and healthy. He could not remember if he had ever heard a louder baby due his career. The little one was getting a bit cranky because of hunger, so he fed her. The second she was falling asleep, he drove on. His goal was new York.
There was a convent of nuns who arranged adoptions for parents in Europe. Would the child be longer than a year be here, she would be sent over the ocean.
He was tired and his eyes closed for just a second. When he opened then again, he almost crashed into a tree next to the street. Awakened from this shock he drove much more carefully.
William arrived early in New York. He took the basket with the child to a small window which could be opened from the outside. The girl was about to wake up, moving the little fists.
"Hey there fighter. Just a Minute and you will be at your new ho." His voice broke and tears filled his eyes. This was not how it supposed to be.
A young nun, a novice saw him and came to him.
"Good morning, Sir. May you want to come in?", she asked politely and he nodded. The novices name was Marry. She showed him his way to the the oldest nun. William told everything happened to the old nun, who listened quietly. She agreed to take the baby in and sent her as soon as possible back to Europe.
"Maybe you want to give a name to the child? So you can say properly good bye? Or you can pray for her? Some say it is better to name them, but also many disagree.", explained the old nun.
William nodded his head slightly. "Maybe I should do it."
She gave him a book and he opened it randomly at the letter k. In the list of girl names he found one he liked the sound of.
He took the baby girl from the basket. Her skin was not so wrinkled anymore but pink. Her hair was long and black. She slept, while he was rocking her, telling her his regret and his best wishes. Then he kissed her on to her front head.
"Farewell, Kiana. ", he whispered right before he gave her to Marry and left.
William drove home and lived his life like nothing happened. A few years later his daughter married a decent young man and gave birth to a boy.
Kianas first years were a bit more troubled. She got sick often or had accidents. Bad luck was always waiting for the little girl the moment she arrived in London. Marry had taken her with her to her homeland.
Kiana grew up in an orphanage for girls. Her bad luck vanished during her third year. She was a smart ans wild child. She climbed on trees and fell down. Often she claimed to see little funny creatures, which would ask her to play with her ans sometimes strange things happened.