I do not own Harry Potter, I only own the plot and Runa.
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As the man once known as Tom Marvalo Riddle stepped over the still body of James Potter, he thought at how easy
it was to kill. They were so weak, too weak to seek the divine power of which they were capable. He would pay his
respects to the dead, unlike his nemesis Dumbledore. This was the real reason he had started this war: religion.
The society had become warped and the sacred rituals had now turned into traditional that only the noblest of the
purebloods practised. He heard the screaming up stairs, distracting him from his thoughts.
He walked up the stairs and smiled pityingly as he heard the girl barricade the door. She would have nothing to
fear, so long as she did not interfere. The smile was wiped from his face as he entered the room easily.
"-Stand aside you stupid girl and you shall be spared! He snarled
-No not Harry, not Runa please not my children! Leave my children alone! Take me, take me instead! She cried
desperately while putting herself in front of the cot."
Children? Wormtail had only told him of one child, no matter it would be dealt with accordingly...
"-This is your last chance... he warned her
-NO! Not Harry, not Runa! Please take me instead, they haven't done anything!
-Avada Kadavra"
She went still and fell to the floor.
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Runa cried. Why wasn't mum getting up? Mum didn't look right; there was something wrong with her. Like when she
had cut herself with the pointy silver object and lots of red stuff had come out of her hand. It was the same except
there was no red stuff. Runa tried to get out of her cot to help her mum, but the attempt was as always thwarted
by the bars. Harry was holding on to her, which stopped her from moving any further. Runa was only a few months
old and only her parents, Remus, Peter, Sirius and the Longbottom's even knew of her existence.
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The tall dark figure looked up and recoiled at the pair of the cold green eyes that stared back at him from the
toddlers. So unlike what he had seen before... He inclined his head to them; they would have grown to be a
powerful witch and wizard.
"-Avada Kadavra, he chanted softly then turned round to leave"
Therefore he did not see which child it was that reflected his cure. Suddenly he was blasted through the air; he tried
to latch on to something as his soul was ripped in two. He could not feel anything, and would not again for a long
time. The rest, as they say, is history. Harry Potter proclaimed the Boy-Who-Lived by Dumbledore disappeared for
the next ten years. Runa Potter disappeared from the Wizarding World, her parents dead and everyone else who
knew of her absent for one reason or another.
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This is my first story so please R&R! Feel free to offer sugestions, tell me if there are any mistakes!