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WARNING: Mentions of adult crimes, mild adult references
Summary: Five magical children find an orphanage for magical children by accident. They struggle with an inner battle as they watch other children be adopted. Will they end up separating? Will they all find homes? Is being separated as bad as they think it is? Where will the end up? AU.
"The Forgotten,"
Chapter 1 "Madam Jenkins' Orphanage,"
A boy around eleven years old and a girl around ten were pulling along three younger kids on a dirt path. It was a very dark night with only the stars and the moon for light. The youngest little girl kept looking back where she could only see the smoke from what used to be their house.
"Leslie stop looking back. We are free from the nightmare. He was a horrible man," said the oldest girl.
The little girl didn't say a thing just looked down at her feet and continued to walk. She knew deep down the older girl was right. He hurt people.
"Hush, muggle village," said the boy.
They silently crept through the village. All the windows were shut. The boy knew that it must mean there is a werewolf legend. He looked back at the other children. He knew if there was a werewolf he couldn't protect them all. It wasn't possible.
They continued on their path. It got darker and darker until they could barely see each other. The mist wasn't helping with eerie feeling. CRACK! The youngest girl screamed. Everyone stopped moving out of fear.
The second youngest girl stepped toward the sound. "Emilee get back here," growled the older boy. The girl glared at him but didn't stop looking. A woman and man appeared out of the wood. The girl jumped backwards falling on her butt.
"Lucius put that away they are just children," said a woman.
"Have any of you seen a boy with blond hair?" asked Lucius.
"Besides my brothers?" asked Emilee getting off the ground.
"Of course child," said Lucius.
"We haven't seen anyone. Even if we had why should I tell you?" asked Emilee.
"Do you know who I am?" asked Lucius.
"Should I?" asked Emilee.
"Lucius they're probably just muggles. Just leave them be," said the woman.
"We aren't muggles," said Emilee.
"Who are you?" asked Lucius.
"Emilee," said Emilee.
"I mean your surname," said Lucius.
"Erm-I-I-don't have one," said Emilee stuttering realizing she couldn't remember.
"Backer," said the oldest boy.
"Impossible, he isn't married and certain has no children. Thankfully," said the woman.
"Narcissa he did say he kept 'little trophies'," said Lucius.
"Oh Merlin, I didn't imagine this," said Narcissa.
"What do we do with them?" asked Lucius.
"Take them to Madam Jenkins," said Narcissa.
Emilee turned as a boy with blond hair came walking down the path. He had on pajamas. Emilee made on odd face at him. It was way too cold to be out in pajamas.
"There you are Draco! Where in Merlin's name have you been!" yelled Lucius.
The boy remained impassive as he continued to get closer. Then he walked right into Emilee repeatedly until Emilee moved over. Emilee shook her head confused.
"Lucius quit yelling he's sleep walking again," said Narcissa.
"We need to start locking the doors," said Lucius grabbing Draco's shoulders so he couldn't move.
"Do you want me to take them to Madame Jenkins?" asked Narcissa.
"Go ahead. I'll be taking him home," said Lucius walking Draco up the path towards a mansion off in the distance.
Narcissa summoned a portkey to her hand. "Gather around and take hold of part of this," she said. Emilee was the first to do so since she was the closest. The other four fallowed. SNAP! The world was spinning around them. Everyone screamed as they were falling. They all hit the ground hard gasping for air.
"You'll get used to that," said Narcissa helping each child up.
The kids stared at the faded red brick building that had vines growing up the side. As Narcissa pushed open the front gate it changed. It was a bright red with swings, slides and a merry-go-round. It didn't look so scary anymore. A sign appeared on the front lawn that read 'Madame Jenkins's Orphanage for Magical Children'.
"Come on," said Narcissa encouraging the children to fallow. Emilee was the first to move as always.
Narcissa knocked on the door. There was a bit of ruckus behind the door. "Who in Merlin's name is knocking at this hour?" asked a younger female voice. "Drop offs," said an older woman. A pump woman with wild white hair appeared in the doorway.
"Narcissa, what a surprise," said the woman trying to fix her hair.
"We found this magical children while out on a stroll," said Narcissa. She leaned in to be closer to the woman.
"Orphans. Let's just say they were taken from murder scenes," whispered Narcissa. "Dear me, the poor things," gasped the woman looking at the children with sincerity in her blue eyes.
"Come on my dears," said the woman making hand movements for the children to come in.
Emilee came in first fallowed by a boy with brown hair around the same height as Emilee. Leslie fallowed them grasping hold of the oldest girl's hand. The oldest boy was the last to enter the building.
"Thank you Narcissa," said the woman.
"No problem Gwendolyn," said Narcissa.
POP! Narcissa disappeared. Gwendolyn shut the door. She watched the children with sad eyes. She couldn't imagine the horrors the poor children had gone through.
"Now what are your names?" asked Gwendolyn.
"I'm Emilee and this is my twin brother Eric. He doesn't talk," said Emilee.
"I'm Derick," said the oldest boy.
"This is Leslie and I'm Annemarie," said the oldest girl.
Gwendolyn knew from a first look who was related and who was not. Emilee and Eric had the same blue eyes. Derick had the same curly dark brown hair and brown eyes as Annemarie. Leslie had bright red hair and green eyes.
"Do you children know your last names?" asked Gwendolyn.
"Only what he told us and we know that we aren't all siblings, said Derick.
"Well then, I suppose we'll just have to make some up," said Gwendolyn "but first you must all get to bed."
"Where is bed?" asked Leslie.
"Joanna, please lead the boys to their room," called Gwendolyn.
"Of course Madame Jenkins," said a tall thin woman with long brown hair. Johanna had to tear Eric from Emilee and he screamed when she touched him.
"Don't be so rough!" yelled Gwendolyn.
Johanna huffed. "Don't you dare huff at me! You work for me, if you are going to mistreat children I will fire you and you won't be able to get another job because I'll report child abuse to the Ministry!" yelled Gwendolyn. Johanna gently pushed the boys away from the girls. "Ages?" asked Johanna. "Eleven," said Derick "he's eight."
"Don't worry about them. They'll be fine," said Gwendolyn "Johanna just cranky at this time of night."
"Sure," said Annemarie.
"What are your ages?" asked Gwendolyn.
"I'm eight," said Emilee.
"I'm seven," said Leslie.
"Ten," said Annemarie.
Gwendolyn knew finding homes for the younger girls were going to be easier than the older girl. The younger they are with traumatic events the easier it is to find homes. She knew of several families she had in mind.
Gwendolyn opened the door to the older girls' room first. Annemarie went into the room. Gwendolyn gave her a nightgown. Annemarie got into an empty bed and turned her head away from the younger two girls in the hallway.
It was up another level before Gwendolyn stopped at the next door. "Here you go girls," said Gwendolyn. Leslie went straight in but Emilee stayed where she was.
"He killed my older sister," said Emilee. Gwendolyn blinked at Emilee bluntness. Gwendolyn frowned, this little girl had been seen a lot. "I'm so sorry dear," said Gwendolyn.
"He killed my parents too. I know it," said Emilee.
"How do you know such things?" asked Gwendolyn knowing she would regret asking. But she had to be informed so she could find appropriate homes.
"He did those things to my sister before Annamarie set the house fire. I-I-I can see things," said Emilee.
"What kind of things?" asked Gwendolyn gently.
"I see the past and the future. He told me I was a Seer, that's why he kept me," said Emilee.
"Oh," said Gwendolyn letting out a deep breath. She was glad it wasn't some level of insanity. She could deal with the traumatic events but not the insanity.
"That is what a Seer is. You must be a very powerful one to see the past," said Gwendolyn, as a former Healer knowing that it was extremely rare for a Seer to vision the past.
Emilee finally entered the room. Gwendolyn sighed, she was going to have a lot of work to do. She gave the girls nightgowns and they put them on. Leslie took the bottom punk on the end near the window and Emilee took the top bunk. "Shh girls go to sleep. You can talk to them in the morning," said Gwendolyn to the other girls as she passed each set of eight bunk beds.
Emilee looked out the tall glass window at the moon. She wondered if she should be afraid of the full moon or grateful for it. She closed her eyes hearing her sister telling her that the full moon wasn't a bad thing. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Was that from the past? No, it wasn't. Now she was sure she was crazy. Now she was hearing voices. She calmed herself down and was overcome with a feeling of relief. She knew her sister was in a better place now and that she only wanted Emilee know that. She turned over in the bed.
"Psst," whispered a voice.
Emilee squinted her eyes trying to see in the darkness. She could see a girl with blond pigtails looking at her. She couldn't help smiling. She didn't feel so lonely knowing that her 'family' wasn't alone.
"Hey, my name is Hannah," whispered the girl.
"My name is Emilee," whispered Emilee.
"That's a pretty name," whispered Hannah.
"Yours is too," said Emilee.
"Why are you here?" asked Hannah.
"My parents are dead," said Emilee going with that story. She was going to forget all about Backer. He never existed and Bethany died a peaceful death in her sleep. That was what she was going to believe for now on.
"My parents abandoned me here. They wanted a little boy not a little girl. Most pureblood families are like that. Madame Jenkins said she always tries to put pureblood children with other pureblood families that's why it has taken so long for me. Pureblood families want little boys not little girls," sad Hannah "I'm sorry I talk a lot.
"Shut up Hannah," said another girl's voice.
"Yea, go to sleep," said another girl.
"I'll talk to you in the morning," said Hannah.
"Agreed," said Emilee.
For the first time in her young eight year old life she had a friend. She had never had a friend before. She was so excited. She couldn't wait for tomorrow. Maybe the full moon wasn't so bad after all. She closed her eyes and went to sleep dreaming of what tomorrow was going to be like.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. I really hope you review. I want to know what you readers think of it. Criticism welcome. This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. Also if you like to Belta-read this story or make a cover for it please PM me.