Title: The Dragon and the Snake
Author: libertyponder
Rated: Probably PG-13
Disclaimer: Yeah.. we all know.. I don't own Harry Potter or anything else
like that. I only own Liana (and not even her last name probably) and than
also Miss Sandra Bartholomew.
Chapter 1: Only the Beginning
The life of Liana Meredith Potter had never been easy. As a young child, Liana was found abandoned on the steps of a small orphanage on the north side of London. The headmistress, Miss Sandra Bartholomew, immediately fell in love with the child she had barely just met. Having been around the age of four when she was found, Liana was never really a child that most people wanted to adopt. She was either too old or too young, too tall or too short, too smart or not smart enough. The only person who really loved Liana for who she really was was Miss Bartholomew and as the years quickly passed Liana accepted that she would not be adopted and that Miss Bartholomew was her adopted mother even if it was not true. It was on Liana's 16 birthday that something truly bizarre would happen though; a small owl appeared in the breakfast nook of the orphanage.
"Good morning Liana, how was your night?" asked Sandra.
"It was ok, no bad dreams tonight, I really am sorry about waking you last night- it was dumb of me to think that I was going to be killed just because of something I saw in a dream" replied Liana repentadly.
"No need to worry young child, I will always be there for you, whether it was just a dream or not" Sandra confirmed. Sandra was about to go back to making the pancakes for the children when she noticed a small grey owl that sat on the window. Sandra's first instinct was to shoo the bird away but suddenly realized that the bird had a small note attached to his leg. Unsure of who would send a letter via owl Sandra untied the note from the bird and gave it a small piece of an apple as a reward.
"How strange", thought Sandra as she flipped the envelope in her hand. A small red seal was placed on the envelope and the writing on the front was in green. Sandra once again flipped over the envelope to see whom the letter was addressed to. This letter was not addressed to her however—it was addressed to Miss Liana Potter.
"Liana, you have a letter!" exclaimed Sandra. Liana grabbed the letter from her guardians hand and began to examine it just as Sandra had. Too eager to find out who would have sent her a letter, Liana ripped open the letter leaving its envelope in shreds. She quickly started reading the note that had been placed inside:
Dear Miss Liana Potter,
It gives me great happiness to be able to offer you acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most young witch and wizards at our school start at the age of 11 but in your case we thought it best to wait until you had matured a little bit more before allowing you to join us. Attached is a list of required books and supplies that you must get for the beginning school year. A teacher will be sent to help you locate these things a week before the school year begins. I will be delighted to meet you in September.
Yours,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Liana read and reread this entire letter repeatedly closely examining it to make sure that it was not a fraud.
"School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she whispered.
"So, they did come after you after all, I was wondering if they would sooner or later!" Sandra announced calmly as she had been reading the letter over Liana's shoulder.
A rather confused Liana quickly said, "Come after me? I don't understand!"
"When you were a young child I knew that you were different than all of the rest. Your hair always is the same length, regardless of how many times that I cut it. You hardly ever seem to get hurt by things that easily injure other young people. You also have something that I have never seen before in my life, your scar. Liana don't give me that look you know very well what I'm talking about!" shouted Sandra.
"But I got this scar you said from falling off my bike" cried Liana.
"Falling off your bike?" chuckled Sandra, "how on earth do you presume that you could get a scar shaped like that falling off a bike!"
It was true and Liana had known it for a fairly long time, you could not get a scar in the shape of a dragon and snake entwined together from falling off a bike. Liana's scar had always puzzled her. On her right wrist were the heads of a dragon breathing fire and a snake. The two creature's bodies traveled up her arm and across the upper part of her back until their tails met on her left wrist. Liana had always thought that it was cool to have such an interesting scar on herself and that it reminded her of a very expensive tattoo.
"So how did I get my scar than?" questioned Liana.
"That is a good question that I wish I could answer but do not have the slightest idea how it happened" replied Sandra, "I imagine that you got it well, one can assume since you are a witch, from an evil spell of some sort. It does flair up red periodically so it still affects you, an ordinary scar would not do that. I guess once you get to that new school of yours that you can ask, but be sure to send me a letter once you do find out, I've been curious about it myself."
"I don't want to leave you Sandra, I can't... this is my home... this is my life" Liana said starting to cry.
"Oh dear child, do not worry I will still be here when you finish your school year, I will still be just a phone call, e-mail or letter away. A new more exciting life awaits you; do not let anything get in the way of that! You belong with people like yourself, somewhere that you will fit in" Sandra said feeling the pain of losing the child she loved most.
Two months quickly passed and it was soon August 28th and no teacher from Hogwarts had arrived. Liana started to lose all hope that she would get to go to the new school and started believing that it was all just a practical joke. Suddenly she heard a knock on the front door to the orphanage. She ran to the door and opened it to be faced with a very strange man. The man was very large, being at least 6 feet tall. He had a long shaggy beard along with long shaggy hair. He looked exactly what Liana had pictured Big Foot would look like and she was scared out of her mind.
Chapter 1: Only the Beginning
The life of Liana Meredith Potter had never been easy. As a young child, Liana was found abandoned on the steps of a small orphanage on the north side of London. The headmistress, Miss Sandra Bartholomew, immediately fell in love with the child she had barely just met. Having been around the age of four when she was found, Liana was never really a child that most people wanted to adopt. She was either too old or too young, too tall or too short, too smart or not smart enough. The only person who really loved Liana for who she really was was Miss Bartholomew and as the years quickly passed Liana accepted that she would not be adopted and that Miss Bartholomew was her adopted mother even if it was not true. It was on Liana's 16 birthday that something truly bizarre would happen though; a small owl appeared in the breakfast nook of the orphanage.
"Good morning Liana, how was your night?" asked Sandra.
"It was ok, no bad dreams tonight, I really am sorry about waking you last night- it was dumb of me to think that I was going to be killed just because of something I saw in a dream" replied Liana repentadly.
"No need to worry young child, I will always be there for you, whether it was just a dream or not" Sandra confirmed. Sandra was about to go back to making the pancakes for the children when she noticed a small grey owl that sat on the window. Sandra's first instinct was to shoo the bird away but suddenly realized that the bird had a small note attached to his leg. Unsure of who would send a letter via owl Sandra untied the note from the bird and gave it a small piece of an apple as a reward.
"How strange", thought Sandra as she flipped the envelope in her hand. A small red seal was placed on the envelope and the writing on the front was in green. Sandra once again flipped over the envelope to see whom the letter was addressed to. This letter was not addressed to her however—it was addressed to Miss Liana Potter.
"Liana, you have a letter!" exclaimed Sandra. Liana grabbed the letter from her guardians hand and began to examine it just as Sandra had. Too eager to find out who would have sent her a letter, Liana ripped open the letter leaving its envelope in shreds. She quickly started reading the note that had been placed inside:
Dear Miss Liana Potter,
It gives me great happiness to be able to offer you acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most young witch and wizards at our school start at the age of 11 but in your case we thought it best to wait until you had matured a little bit more before allowing you to join us. Attached is a list of required books and supplies that you must get for the beginning school year. A teacher will be sent to help you locate these things a week before the school year begins. I will be delighted to meet you in September.
Yours,
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
Liana read and reread this entire letter repeatedly closely examining it to make sure that it was not a fraud.
"School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" she whispered.
"So, they did come after you after all, I was wondering if they would sooner or later!" Sandra announced calmly as she had been reading the letter over Liana's shoulder.
A rather confused Liana quickly said, "Come after me? I don't understand!"
"When you were a young child I knew that you were different than all of the rest. Your hair always is the same length, regardless of how many times that I cut it. You hardly ever seem to get hurt by things that easily injure other young people. You also have something that I have never seen before in my life, your scar. Liana don't give me that look you know very well what I'm talking about!" shouted Sandra.
"But I got this scar you said from falling off my bike" cried Liana.
"Falling off your bike?" chuckled Sandra, "how on earth do you presume that you could get a scar shaped like that falling off a bike!"
It was true and Liana had known it for a fairly long time, you could not get a scar in the shape of a dragon and snake entwined together from falling off a bike. Liana's scar had always puzzled her. On her right wrist were the heads of a dragon breathing fire and a snake. The two creature's bodies traveled up her arm and across the upper part of her back until their tails met on her left wrist. Liana had always thought that it was cool to have such an interesting scar on herself and that it reminded her of a very expensive tattoo.
"So how did I get my scar than?" questioned Liana.
"That is a good question that I wish I could answer but do not have the slightest idea how it happened" replied Sandra, "I imagine that you got it well, one can assume since you are a witch, from an evil spell of some sort. It does flair up red periodically so it still affects you, an ordinary scar would not do that. I guess once you get to that new school of yours that you can ask, but be sure to send me a letter once you do find out, I've been curious about it myself."
"I don't want to leave you Sandra, I can't... this is my home... this is my life" Liana said starting to cry.
"Oh dear child, do not worry I will still be here when you finish your school year, I will still be just a phone call, e-mail or letter away. A new more exciting life awaits you; do not let anything get in the way of that! You belong with people like yourself, somewhere that you will fit in" Sandra said feeling the pain of losing the child she loved most.
Two months quickly passed and it was soon August 28th and no teacher from Hogwarts had arrived. Liana started to lose all hope that she would get to go to the new school and started believing that it was all just a practical joke. Suddenly she heard a knock on the front door to the orphanage. She ran to the door and opened it to be faced with a very strange man. The man was very large, being at least 6 feet tall. He had a long shaggy beard along with long shaggy hair. He looked exactly what Liana had pictured Big Foot would look like and she was scared out of her mind.