This fanfic belongs to me and Selen Black and either of us own Harry Potter or any of the characters.....well....some of the characters x.x' Lynn, Nickole, Windy, the ghost of Azkaban, and Nickole's mother are ours the rest belongs to J.K Rolling.

Summary:

Harry Potter and the Dragonfly Garden.
This story portraits Harry's falling in love with Lynn, Voldemort's psycothic but strangely cute and innocent also the story of two very different girls that become bestfriends against all odds:

Lynn, Voldemorts daughter who accidently killed a girl and was sent to Azkaban without a trial by judgemental people.

Nicole,Greybacks niece, and his half werewolf guinieapig, who will do everithing to escape her predestined fate and homicidal mother. Even use the wits and intelligence she inherited from her father the estranged, and unknown Severus Snape, who above all loathes the man who is fated to became his daughters lover...

Will these two girls, who no one can control bring hope and peace or total destruction and death?!!

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, staring a the brown eagle on his desk when, none other than Cornelius Fudge entred the room, the door banging behind him.

" WHATS THE MEANING OF THIS DUMBLEDORE?" he screamed "SHE WON'T COME OUT! I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!" Dumbledore slowly gets up and moves towards the window, turning his back on Fudge.

"Until when are you going to ignore the fact Voldemort is back Cornelius?" the man in the coconut hat seemed even more annoyed by those words.

"What does that have to do with anything...?" he asked in annoyance

" If he gets to her first..." Dumbledore started "do you really think we can do anything against that kind of power? She was 5 at that time" he lowered his voice to say the last part.

"Thats exactly why she can't be trusted" was the minister's answer. As he said this words the brown eagle gives an indignation shriek and flies to Dumbledor's shoulder.

"Things have changed, she has changed! She has learned control and you can't keeper her in Azkaban for the rest of her life due to a mistake she made 10 years ago"

"You call that a mistake?..." before he could finish what he was about to say Dumbledore interrupted him. "An unfortunate accident... but we both know that is not the true reason why she is at Azkaban right now..." he looks at fudge over his empty shoulder as the eagle in the other shrieks once more and flies towards Fudge, coming to rest on his arm. The minister notices a piece of paper on the eagles paw.

"Go ahead and read it!" Dumbledore said while looking out the window once more. Fudge takes the paper and reads it. After doing so, he crunches the paper on his hand and throws it to the floor.

"You only keep her there because she allows you to, and miss Riddle feels it is time to come out and play!" Minister Fudge went an angry red

"Very well" he conceded in a clipped tone "but if something happens, it will be on you Dumbledore!" the minister turned to leave, as Dumbledore mumbled to himself

"Well, it seems we will have two new faces in Hogwarts this year...."

At that moment the eagle flew out the window.

***

At Azkaban the dementors that usually flew in what seemed a padron around the building, seemed now disoriented, out of focus and bumping into eachother; The ghost of Azkaban's Keeper floated down a seemingly endless corridor; the prisoners that were normally agitated, noisy, and begged for freedom were now completely calm and silent thanks to an incredibly sweet melody that came from one of the adjoining cells. This melody could not be described and was capable of bringing joy, even to Azkaban. 'she must be a demon to be able to calm hell down' the ghost thought, as he opened the rusty door of one of the cells. This cell in particular was small, having only one division with bedroom and toillet, it was filled with dust and dirt, the walls were covered with newspapers and on the ground, there were so many books that it would be impossible for someone to walk without tripping or stepping on something.

"Here is the food" the ghost said and threw it at the only occupant of the small cell. The melody stopped. Screams and moans could be heard once more, as the dementors returned to their usual behavior. In the shadows a figure held the plate "potatoes again?" a child like voice wondered in mild annoyance

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