Rebirthing (Harry Potter - Book One)
Chapter One: The One He Saved
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A hard frost covered the ground of the Terezian Orphanage. Even with the slow falling white snow and slippery road. People were still walking the streets. More so tonight then most nights. Icy eyes stared down at a rather large group of laughing people in several colored cloaks. Most of the people out tonight were dressed in lavish cloaks in fact. One who would not be partaking in any of the grand feasts that were sure to be taking place all over Romania was Victoire Navict.
She stood straight as a board with a permanent sneer across her face. Her cheek bones stuck out predominately and her yellow skin resembled old parchment. The tight bun that confined her black hair tightened the skin of her face even more. Like too little plastic wrap over the nightly leftovers. Her sneer grew larger as several owls flew in front of her window. It would be perfect if the entire race were to be found out on the night of the downfall of mankind's greatest foe.
A flash of white caught her attention and she gazed down the cold street. She was to busy brooding to notice that her street was now blacker than her hair. Three figures strode in the darkness. One was straight and medium height. The second was tall and thin and his long white beard was glimmering in the moonlight. The third was bigger then the other two combined. They walked up the street conversing with each other. Victoire glared down at the sudden intruders.
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A pink bundle lay in the arms of Albus Dumbledore. He looked around. The once beautiful rose bushes were dead and withering. The building that held such joy and welcoming was now cold and dreary. Hot air blew out of Minerva's nostrils at the sight. "Can we really leave her here?" She asked sharply. She had already given away one child to a life that he did not deserve. She would not allow this to happen again. "Such a fool her mother was. Pink hair... honestly." She did anything to keep her mind away from the looming building. The day her mother died the young babies hair had bled to a dull pink color.
"Her mother was a very special person and she intended to leave a mark behind. She'll come to appreciate it later." A pink tuft blended with the fluffy pink blanket. Minerva saw so much in her mother even in the small baby this young. Right down to the small mole beside her nose. A sniff could be heard from the large giant beside Dumbledore. With his right foot forward Dumbledore walked up to the door and laid the young girl onto the porch step. He shuffled around inside his robes for a moment before pulling out a thick parchment envelope. He set it a top the baby gently. He smiled as she yawned adorably and clasped the letter. The smoke outline of a small thumb was burned into the top of the babies hand. He stepped back and stared at the pink blanket against the gloomy building.
"Good luck, Aubreyanna McKinnon."